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[moonchild9350]

Perfect Love

summary: you and Jisung work together and he has two secrets: one that he really likes you and two he has a secret at home…his clone

pairing: Jisung x fab!reader x clone!Jisung

genre: sci fi au, coworkers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 8.2k

warning: spanking, unprotected sex (don't), creampies, squirting, clit play, voyerism, multiple rounds, nipple play, alcohol usage, other things essential to the plot i don't want to spoil

notes: andddd it's here, another part of the clone anthology series. this is standalone and you do not have to read the part one, but if you want to do so, it's linked below. let me know what you think!

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please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

Perfect Copy | General Masterlist

You love routine. You need routine. It’s what keeps you grounded and level headed as you go through this journey that we call life. Without it there’d be chaos, your life twisted, which is something you’d like to avoid at all cost if possible.

It’s a Monday morning and another work week is upon you, filled with meetings, projects, and listening to your clients harp on how slow you are at your job. You promptly get up and begin to make the bed, ensuring all of the wrinkles are smoothed down and pillows are fluffed and properly placed. Your stuffies that consist of a kitten and seal are placed strategically, each slightly catacornered so they can face each other accordingly.

You make your way to the bathroom and begin your routine, brushing your teeth, brushing and styling your hair, completing your skin routine followed by putting on your concoction of makeup creating the perfect neutral look. Satisfied with your appearance, you begin to put on your outfit that was carefully picked out the night before.

A beautiful ensemble of various shades of blue and beige, perfectly selected to impress the new client you would be meeting with. You loved to match your outfits to your clients personalities and if you’ve worked with them before, the genre that they most often worked with, wanting them to feel as if you are a good fit for them. After all, they are entrusting their work with you, relying on you to perfect and polish it so the mass of people will buy it.

You are an editor for Paperweight Publishing Company, a profession you truly can say you enjoy, unlike most of your colleagues. You love spending your day speaking with clients and reading the words they have carefully put down, often getting sucked into the world they have created.

As you fill your travel mug with warm coffee, you take a whiff of the aroma, smiling at the anticipation of tasting the nutty goodness on your tongue. Grabbing your work bag and keys, you exit your apartment, stepping into the rather shabby hallway. You may romanticize your life within the walls of your home, however, that feeling instantly fades away once you leave your little abode and enter the outside world.

The early morning hours are spent navigating the busy sidewalks, your heels steadily click clacking against the concrete and your coffee sloshing in your mug as you push through the horde of people on their way to their jobs as well. You are thankful it is a warm, sunny day, making your journey more bearable.

However, as the large, gray building comes into view, you feel your spirits begin to lift as you bubble with anticipation and excitement. You greet the security guard, something you always did as he would look out for you on your many nights spent late in the office.

Within seconds you were in an elevator, the box carrying you up to the fifthteenth floor where you spend majority of your day reading and typing away and getting to see him.

You spot your target in question preparing a cup of coffee at the beverage station, dressed to the nines. You smile briefly as you get to spend another day with him.

Han Jisung.

Another editor within the office, one that you have worked with on some occasions. His cubicle is right next to yours, where you can hear him typing away or clicking his tongue, a habit you notice he does when he’s frustrated or stressed.

He definitely fit the part, that’s for sure. Jisung always wore nice slacks with casual shirts, the fabric showing off his slim figure, one that you would kill for yourself. His hair was always slicked back with a tendril of hair dangling in his face, making him look cute and irresistible. His cheeks were round, almost full and eyes as big as saucers that shine as bright as the sun whenever he spoke to you. To top off his look, he wore a pair of glasses, the black rims perched perfectly on his button nose.

He was adorable, cute, and infuriatingly smart, so much so that clients would ask for him by name hoping to acquire his excellent services.

The best thing however, or at least to you, was that you knew his biggest secret: that he liked you. You see it in his eyes when he approaches you, the way he bites his bottom lip as he considers his next words that usually comes out in a jumble of nonsense. You see it in his gestures, how he lightly places a hand on your lower back as he ushers you into the meeting room or the elevator, a gentle smile on his round face.

On many occasions, Jisung has also brought you coffee, fixed just how you like with cream and no sugar and not too hot that you’d burn your tongue. Yes, Han Jisung likes you and does a terrible job at hiding it, but this just delights you more as it makes it easier to tease him and occasionally flirt with the man.

Because let’s face it, you like him too.

“Good morning y/n!” Jisung says cheerily, peeping over the divider that separates your desk from his. “Have a good weekend?”

“Morning Ji, I did,” you say with a smirk, not missing the blush that creeps up his cheeks at the nickname you gave him.

“Uh…t…that’s good,” he squeaks before disappearing from view to sit down.

You snicker and log in to pull up your calendar for the day. It’s a pretty light day for a Monday, with the meeting with the new client being the only time consuming task on your list.

“Let’s knock this out,” you think as you pull up the last work you were editing before the weekend began.

It was easy to get lost in the paragraphs, your eyes carefully roaming line after line, making sure thoughts were complete and grammar was perfect, making suggestions where you saw fit. This story was a good one, a thriller that left you hanging by a thread as you contemplated who stole the precious jewels from the centuries old manor.

You were just about to finish up the second to last chapter when there was a soft knock, the noise startling you out of your little world you were just in. You peered over your shoulder to see Jisung gazing at you shyly, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Thought you may need this,” he said and quickly walked over to your desk to set it down.

“Thanks, I could definitely use the caffeine,” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

Jisung chuckled but the laughter quickly died down as he watched you bring the cup to your lips and take a sip, your eyes closing as you savored the warm drink. He was whipped, completely and utterly whipped.

He remembers the first day you started working here, all confidence and smiles, completely stealing his heart. You were absolutely stunning with your long hair and beautiful body that he’d love to reach out and touch. Does your skin feel as soft as it looks? Does every inch of you smell as sweet as your perfume that he gets whiff of every morning when you walk in the office?

Jisung believes it all to be true.

He finds little opportunities throughout the day to speak to you or be near you, the latter not hard as your desk was next to his merely separated by a thin divider. The only issue is he clams up whenever he gets near you, his pulse quickens and sweat beads his brow, his hands feel clammy and he’s sure he sweats through his shirt.

He nearly passes out whenever you tease him, give him fleeting glances, or when you purr at him, your voice soft and sweet drifting through his ears like silk. Yes, he’s whipped for you.

Jisung doesn’t think you know of his crush on you, at least he hopes you don’t. He’d be devastated and embarrassed, so he really hopes he’s not obvious in his encounters with you. Besides, there’s no way you would like him back, especially with the secret he has.

“Earth to Jisung!” You say, snapping him out of his reverie.

He blinks and shakes his head, noticing the smirk that’s plastered on your face as you grip the coffee cup tightly. He feels his cheeks heat up and his heart race at his negligence.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He murmurs as he shifts his weight from side to side.

“I asked how is the project going?”

“Oh, pretty good. Mrs. Newman is pretty pleased with the edits so far and has been prompt with her responses. I think I’ll be done with the first edit by the end of the week.

You nodded and seemed pleased. He definitely didn’t want to seem incompetent in your eyes. He loved his job, loved helping others achieve their dreams of writing and publishing a book, it was no easy feat after all.

“Good, good. You were a good match for her,” you said.

“I think so too.”

“Well, I should get back to work. I have a deadline coming up myself. Thanks for the coffee and chat.”

Jisung nodded and watched as you swiveled to face your computer, your fingers tapping away at once on the keyboard. He took a deep breath and let it out before walking back to his desk and settling in, pulling his laptop close to get to work. Jisung will find a way to get to know you better. He’ll need to be on the look out for anything going on the weekend so that you two could hang out. — — You sigh as you come across a particular tough spot in the paragraph, your fingers tapping on your desk as you pondered if you liked the sentence structure. You took a sip of the coffee Jisung brought you, draining the last of it in one go. It was thoughtful of him to bring you a cup, especially since it helped revive you a little.

He was definitely trying to find a way to talk with you, that much you knew and you’re pretty sure he was thinking about you. You remembered the glazed look he adapted on his face as he stared at you, watching you take sips of coffee in between words. You loved watching him in these moments, wondering what part of you he was thinking about. Was it your hair? Your outfit? Your body? Maybe one day you’d find out.

Until then, you had a novel to finish editing and it wasn’t going to happen by itself. However, a quick look at your watch made you think otherwise, as you had to make it to your meeting. Saving your work, you gathered your laptop and hurried to the meeting room, smiling as you noticed your new client was already seated.

You closed the door and settled down before beginning your speech on how you work, deadlines, and what to expect if you take them on. Your client seemed impressed and enthusiastic, wanting to sign right away. You gladly accepted and produced the documents they’d need to sign.

Once the meeting was over, you bid your leave and left to go back to your desk, a soft smile on your face. Another client and another successful day. You were very pleased and wanted to celebrate, but didn’t know what you could do.

As you approached your desk, you noticed a folded up piece of paper, your name written in sloppy yet neat letters. Opening up the paper, you noticed it was a note, a short message scribbled on the lines.

‘Y/n, how would you like to go to a party with me this weekend? -Jisung’

You grinned as your heart skipped a beat. What was this, middle school? You found it cute however, knowing he probably wrote the note over a few times before settling on what is now written.

Sitting down, you grabbed a pen and wrote ‘yes’ in delicate letters before folding it back up and then sliding it through the crack in the wall. You heard Jisung jump and then a rustle of paper. There was silence for a moment and then a little yelp. You chuckled to yourself as he must have been shocked by your answer.

You began to check your emails when you heard a soft knock behind you and then a little cough.

“Um, y/n?”

You turned around in your chair and eyed the man standing in the entrance way. He turned his gaze upwards as he took a breath and then let out it.

“About this weekend, the party is on Friday. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good Ji,” you said with a smile.

Jisung made a sound in the back of his throat and backed away, running into the wall in the process. You tried not to laugh as he quickly scurried away in embarrassment. This weekend was perfect as you wanted to celebrate your success of the week and a party was the perfect place to do so.

Jisung was nervous. He’s already had to change his shirt twice due to the sweat that kept accumulating on his skin. However, he willed himself to get it together and so far, everything has been good. He checks his outfit in the mirror, satisfied with the slim fitted shirt he chose with his jeans and sneakers.

He fixed a stray piece of hair and grabbed his wallet and keys and was about to head out of the door before he stopped in his tracks, forgetting to let the other member of the household know he was leaving. They were no where in sight and time was passing by. He’d be late if he wasted any more time, so he found a piece of paper and scribbled a quick note stating where he was going.

Leaving the note on the kitchen table, Jisung left the penthouse and made his way to his car. The ride to your apartment was not long as you lived only twenty minutes away. As Jisung pulled up, he spotted you standing in front of your building, your head turning left and right as you looked out for his car.

As Jisung parked the car by the curb, he took a moment to take you in. You were beautiful in your outfit, more stunning than ever. His mouth hung open as he eyed your curves, accentuated by the dress you were wearing. He felt a warmth in his belly, the blood rushing down to his cock.

Jisung took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm himself. The last thing you needed to see as you got in his car was his soon to be boner. As you opened the car door, a rush of cool air filled the car, rustling Jisung’s hair as you got in.

“Hey Ji. Don’t you look nice,” you purred as you settled in.

“Th..thanks,” Jisung muttered as he focused his attention on the road.

He carefully pulled away from the curb and began to drive, his hands holding the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

You took an opportunity to look at the man next to you, eyeing how he had an iron grasp on the wheel and little beads of sweat on his forehead. The poor boy was nervous you could tell and that delighted you.

‘Tonight was going to be fun,’ you thought as you adjusted yourself on the seat, your dress riding up your thighs slightly.

You smirked as you heard Jisung inhale softly, his hands squeezing the wheel even tighter. He didn’t say anything the whole ride, which was fine to you as you came up with your game plan.

As Jisung pulled up to your destination, you couldn’t help but be in awe of the house. There was a large lawn sprawling with people, some hanging around and chatting, others dancing as music poured out of the house. Jisung helped you out of the car and guided you to the entrance, his hand warm on your lower back.

Inside, the place was crowded, with people packed everywhere. Music blared from speakers hidden somewhere in the house, the base so loud, the house felt like it was vibrating. The atmosphere was electrifying you had to admit and you could feel the excitement brewing, as you were ready to let go and enjoy the night.

Jisung guided you further within the crowd until you approached the kitchen, his eyes on the spread of liquor that was on the counter.

“What would you like?” He asked, turning to face you with a questioning gaze.

“Hmm, rum and coke please Ji.”

Jisung nodded and walked over to the table and grabbed a cup. He swiftly made your drink and handed it to you which you accepted graciously. Taking a sip, you relaxed as it burned down your throat and settled nice and warm in your stomach. Jisung grabbed his drink and faced you with a big grin on his face.

“So…”

“Jisung! You made it!”

You turned toward the new voice, deep but loud in the crowd. A blond haired man with a wide grin bounded up to you two, his eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting.

“Felix,” Jisung replied sheepishly.

“And who is this? Wait, don’t tell me this is the famed y/n!”

You regarded Felix for a moment, scrutinizing his face and taking in the freckled that littered his baby face. Then you turned to Jisung and stared at him questioningly with your eyebrows raised.

Jisung blushed and looked down before clearing his throat.

“Yes it is. Felix this is y/n, y/n this is Felix.”

“I knew it! Wow, they really are gorgeous. I mean look at you, you are absolutely stunning in that outfit!”

You smiled and thanked Felix, relaxing in his presence. How could you not with his sunshine personality.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Nice to meet you y/n and talk to you later Jisung.”

Felix turned on his heels and scurried away, blending in with the crowd.

“Sorry about that. Felix can be….very enthusiastic.”

“That’s okay Ji, he seemed nice,” you replied with a gentle smile letting Jisung know it was okay.

He smiled back and then gestured to the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

“Mhmm. Let’s finish our drinks and maybe grab one more or two and then go?”

“Sure thing. Whatever you want,” Jisung said as he stepped closer to you.

You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another. It wasn’t long before you felt a little tipsy, your body feeling light and the man in front of you seeming even more appealing. Jisung kept up with you and you could tell he was a little tipsy as well.

With each passing moment, he scooted closer to you, his big boba eyes on you, taking you in. He really was gorgeous with his heart shaped lips and muscular frame. Your eyes kept darting down to what looked like a tattoo peeking out of his shirt. You wondered what it was of, the design seeming intricate from what you could visualize.

His voice was like honey, sweet to your ears as he spoke, chatting away about something or another. You honestly stopped paying attention ages ago, opting to stare at the man in front of you and memorize his features so you could lock it into your brain.

Jisung was rambling, he knew he was as he was nervous, his heart pounding in his chest. He was definitely not sober anymore, his head feeling like it was floaty and more words spilling out of his mouth. You were staring at him, your eyes darting around his face as if you were looking for something. He took sip after sip of his drink and kept talking. Damn, why couldn’t he shut up.

He could tell you weren’t paying attention but you continued to listen to him, bringing your drink to your lips to take a sip. He felt his heart flutter each time, his mind wandering to how your lips would feel on his. Maybe he could find out? You seemed interested and you both were slowly gravitating towards each other as the tension rose between you two.

Jisung watched you down your drink and he did the same. He took your cup and set it aside along with his. As the music continued to play and those around you danced, shouted, and laughed, he walked closer to you. So close he could feel the heat radiating off of your body, feel your warm breath on his face laced with the scent of the coconut rum that you were just drinking.

He swallowed before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours, softly, gently, the music fading out as he focused on you. You eagerly responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his around your waist, pulling you even closer until his body was pressed against yours.

Your fingers drifted through the little hairs at his neck, teasing and pulling as Jisung deepened the kiss. The music played, people talked, but you two paid no attention. Time passed as you two made out, the tension growing, the tendrils wrapping around you two and the heat rising.

You let out a moan against his lips as he pressed his knee against your pussy, applying the slightest pressure that made your body tingle with pleasure. He did it again and again until you were gasping, whimpering ‘please’ over and over, you body grinding against him. You could feel his bulge, nice and thick, as he rocked his hips into you, his breath coming out in puffs of air as he nipped at your lips.

Jisung pulled away to rest his forehead against yours before murmuring, “Let’s find somewhere quiet yeah?”

He pulled away and grabbed your hand to guide you away from the kitchen, through the crowd and up the stairs until you got to a hallway. You could tell he was in a hurry, desperate to get you alone and devour you. Door after door he tried until one opened, the space dark and empty.

Jisung pulled you in and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He didn’t bother with the lights but instead pulled you to the bed before bending you over until you front pressed against the soft sheets.

You could hear him panting, the sound of his zipper and pants lowering. You felt his hands on your back, his fingers drawing patterns only he knew down your spine until he got to your ass. You yelped as his hand came down on the flesh, before the fabric was lifted to expose you.

“Damn baby, so wet,” he murmured, his fingers touching and pressing against your soaked panties.

You were wet, incredibly so. But how could you not be with how he has been teasing you, touching you, kissing you. You needed him and you weren’t too shy or proud to beg.

“Fuck me Ji,” you cooed getting on your hands and knees so you could look back at him.

Your eyes drifted down to his cock, now in his hands as he slowly stroked the shaft. He was average length but thick, his hand barely able to wrap around his length. You smiled as he stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to drag your panties down your thighs.

“Spread your legs baby,” he said as he stared at your pussy, his eyes widening as he watched your labia spread open with the movement.

He groaned as he watched a string of your arousal drip down, his mind going crazy at how beautiful you were.

“Pretty pussy,” he groaned as he brought his tip to your entrance, brushing it up and down your folds and gathering your slick on his cock.

Your breath caught as you felt the tip breach your entrance, his length spreading you open. You breathed in and out, in and out, willing yourself to relax as he pushed in, slowly inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you. He stilled, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back and your ass.

You felt full, the pain turning you on even more. “Move Ji, please,” you begged, needing to feel him even more.

Jisung didn’t wait any longer but instead pulled back until he was almost out and then slammed his hips into yours, causing you to shriek. He adapted a fast pace, his hands griped your ass tight, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you knew it would leave a mark.

He fucked you hard and fast, his moans tumbling from his lips as he chanted your name. God you felt good, your pussy wrapped around him, pulling him in with each thrust. Jisung glanced down, watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy, your ass jiggling as his pelvis collided with the flesh.

He wasn’t going to last long, but by the sound of it, he could tell you weren’t either.

“Ah Ji!” You moaned as you felt your orgasm build, the familiar warmth building and spreading slowly but steadily throughout your core.

“Come with me baby, please, please,” Ji whimpered as he increased his pace even more, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room mixed with the cacophony of both of your moans.

As he gripped you harder, you let go, your high hitting you hard. Your cries were music to Jisung’s ears and your walls pulsing around his cock pushed him over the edge. He let out a loud groan as he filled you with his cum, stilling his hips so you could take it all.

Your high slowly ebbed away and you began to feel tired, exhaustion taking over from the mixture of alcohol and your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered as you felt Jisung withdraw his cock, his cum seeping out of your hole.

You were in and out of consciousness, only slighly aware of him cleaning you up and redressing your lower half. You felt him lay you down on your side gently, the bed dipping as he moved to lay down next to you. Before you slipped off into a deep sleep, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles into your hips.

And everything went black.

Your head was pounding, the pain radiating across your skull and to your eyes. You felt sore all over. What the hell happened? You willed your brain to catch up, to think back to the night before. You went to a party with Jisung and you both talked and kissed and he fucked you.

Your eyes flew open, an action you immediately regretted as the bright light of the room blinded you and sent a sharp pain throughout your head. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes again only to be met with Jisung who was perched on the side of you, his eyes on you as he stared intently.

“Ji?” You questioned, wondering why he was looking at you like he was fascinated and in awe of you.

The more you looked at him however, you noticed some things were off. His eyes were slightly larger, the brown orbs that you’ve come to love baring down on you as if he was staring into your soul. His hair was different too as it seemed shorter and straighter.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked as he continued to gaze at you.

You eyed the man next to you, who seemed completely fine and not affected by last nights activities. You took the opportunity to quickly look around, taking in the large space before you. You were lying on a couch, the cushions soft and comfy. There were large windows on the far end of the room, the sunlight pouring in and causing your headache to get worse.

“I got you some water and painkillers,” Jisung said as he grabbed a bottle of medicine and a cup filled with water.

He shook out two of the pills and handed them to you followed by the glass. You accepted the items and tipped the pills into your mouth and gulped down the water, the liquid sliding down nicely as you were parched.

“I’ll make you some breakfast once you’re ready.”

You stared at him as he smiled at you, the action seeming so…mechanic. Something seemed off about him. Why wasn’t he suffering from a hangover like you? Why did he seem so…robotic?

“Okay…” you said cautiously as you gripped your glass tighter.

You adjusted yourself on the couch, jumping slightly as Jisung scooted even closer to you. What the hell is going on?

“Ji, what are you…”

But your words died down as Jisung rounded the corner, his hair wet after a shower. He had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, and was pulling a hoodie over his head as he walked.

You looked at the man kneeled next to you and then to Jisung who was coming closer with a smile on his face when he noticed you were awake. You must be dreaming…you had to be because there were two Jisung in front of you and that is just not possible.

“What the hell is going on?” You shrieked as you jumped off the couch, the jisung who was next to you toppling over onto the floor. “There’s two of you?!”

“Y/n! Wait! I can explain!” The other Jisung pleaded, his eyes large and worry etched on his face.

You shook your head and looked for your bag and shoes. Finding them, you grabbed them and ran for the door, your fingers fumbling on the locks. You needed to get out of here and fast because you were obviously losing your mind.

“Please, y/n! Please let me explain. There are two of us! This is my clone y/n. please don’t leave.”

You froze in place as you listened to Jisung’s words. His clone? The fuck. Is that even possible? No, definitely not. This wasn’t some sci-fi movie. You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Slowly you turned around to see who you assumed was the original Jisung look at you with pleading eyes. The other Jisung, the clone was standing next to the couch, their gaze locked on you once more.

“Please…” Jisung softly said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You were curious, wondering how this was possible. There was only one way to find out and that was to hear Jisung out.

“Okay.” — — A little while later, you were perched nervously on the edge of a bar stool in his expansive kitchen, as he sat in front of you and the clone standing rod straight next to both of you. You sat silently waiting, as you sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to start this conversation. Jisung seemed to be considering something or pondering how he wanted this to go as his face was scrunched up, his teeth biting his bottom lip over and over.

Finally he looked up and took a breath before saying, “First, welcome to my penthouse. We were both pretty intoxicated last night so I had him pick us up.”

You briefly glanced at the clone but quickly looked away as he was giving you a gentle smile.

“This is my clone, I call him J. He was special made as I was curious as to how it would be with a clone. I love it and think everyone should have one, I mean look how handy he was last night.”

You had no idea that there were people out there buying clones for their personal use, the thought only in books and movies, or so it seemed. But here one was, an exact replica of Jisung, the man you’ve worked with for years.

“You know I like you y/n, I mean how can I not. You’re smart, funny, and absolutely stunning. And it got me thinking, maybe you can be not only my partner but J’s too, yeah? What do you say?”

Date both of them, two Jisung’s? You felt a little uneasy, the concept new and foreign but there was a slight appeal to it as well. Two lovers, both the same person, same body…same mind?

You looked up to see a hopeful look on Jisung’s face, his big boba eyes wide and staring into your eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation of your answer. You then turned to catch J’s gaze, how he was staring at you intently, seeming to anticipate your answer as well. This was definitely an odd situation, but you liked odd and were always willing to try new things.

You gave a brief nod and Jisung jumped up excitedly to pull you into a bone crushing hug. You giggled at his enthusiasm and wrapped your arms tightly around him as well. Your hug was cut short however, as Jisung pulled away just to crush his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You melted against him, playing with the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck, smirking against his lips as he let out a low groan. His body was pressed against yours, his cock semi hard against your thigh causing your pussy to clench in want.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom hmm?” Jisung purred.

It was a flurry of movement as you both rushed to his room, your eyes darting to each room you passed. You didn’t hear J behind you, hot on your heels until you all were in Jisung’s room. You were pushed onto the plush bed, Jisung pouncing on you in the next moment, his hands everywhere as he attempted to get your clothes off.

As he was pressing wet kisses to your neck and squeezing your breasts, you couldn’t help but noticed J standing in the corner, his eyes full of lust on you.

“Umm Ji, what about him?” You asked as you attempted to push Jisung away.

“Don’t worry about him baby, let’s let him watch yeah?”

Let him watch? You eyed the man standing in the corner and took in his stance, his mouth slightly parted and a bulge starting to form in his sweats. As J bit his lip, you let out a moan succumbing to the predicament you found yourself in.

You turned your attention back to Jisung, who at some point had removed his clothes, his toned chest and dusky brown nipples present. Your eyes roamed his chest and landed on his tattoos, delicately placed on his chest which made you gasp. You ran your fingers over the designs, watching as Jisung let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing as you touched him.

“Mmm feels so good,” he sighed as he opened his eyes to find yours.

“Yeah? My pussy feels even better,” you cooed, smiling as you watched him stroke his cock, his wrist enveloping the head with a squelch.

Jisung pushed your legs apart and sheathed himself inside you in one fluid motion before he set the pace, snapping his hips sharp but slow, so his cock could reach deeper within your walls. You cradled him to your chest as he let out a whimper, playing with his hair as you eyed J in the corner.

You smiled as you caught his bottom lip trembling, his eyes wide as he watched Jisung fuck you, his hands reaching down to grip at his cock within his pants. However, he’d quickly drop them to his side as if he were in trouble, his eyes sparkling as tears formed in them.

“Come here J,” you said, your heart going out to the clone.

J scrambled over quickly and stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes on yours as you bit your lip. He felt like he was going crazy as he stared at your beautiful face, scrunched up in pleasure. His cock was hard and leaking and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you. Maybe if he’s good, Jisung will let him fuck you, make you scream his name instead.

“Stand there and watch J, watch as I fuck our girl.”

J let out a whimper but watched nonetheless as Jisung thrusted within you over and over. You were close, the thought of J coming in his pants at the sight of you being fucked spurring you on as you felt your high build, steadily until you let go, your pussy spasming around Jisung’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cream around my cock,” Jisung grunted before he crashed his lips to yours.

He kissed you gently, lazily as he came inside you, rocking his hips into you, causing you to whine out at the feeling of his warm cum coating your walls. Once he emptied the last of his cum within you, he withdrew with a smirk, his eyes traveling down to your pussy, stuffed with his seed.

“They’re all yours J,” Jisung said as he stepped aside, sliding his pants back on quickly just to sit on the bed, placing your head on his lap.

J slid his sweats and boxers off, his cock finally free from its confines. You smirked as you took in his length, thick just like the real Jisung and leaking with precum. He stepped between your legs and focused his gaze on your pussy, his eyes dilating at the sight of your engorged clit, red and puffy as your slick mixed with Jisung’s cum slid down your ass.

“Go on J, touch em, make em feel good,” Jisung said from behind you.

J slowly reached a finger out and pressed it to your clit, his cock twitching as you moaned. He applied more pressure and began to circle the bud, his eyes on yours as you succumbed to the pleasure. You whimpered as his finger slipped from how wet you were, the sensation ebbing briefly before returning as he was eager to continue pleasuring you.

Jisung grinned as he watched his clone touch you, proud that he was letting his instincts take over. However, he wanted you squirming under his grasp and begging, so he urged J to go ahead and fuck you, to make you feel really good.

You eagerly watched as brought his cock to your entrance and pushed, a loud groan falling from his lips. He felt good, just like Jisung, the thought driving you insane. He began to thrust his hips, albeit sloppily at first before finding a good rhythm.

Steady moans left your lips as J fucked you and Jisung played with your breasts, brushing his fingers against your nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You watched J’s face, taking in his eyes, wild with lust. His eyes were glued to where his cock was disappearing into your hole, mesmerized by how you were sucking him in.

He suddenly brought his finger to your clit once more and rubbed hard and fast, grinning as you squealed and squirmed, the sensation becoming too much. However, Jisung held you tight against him, so you had no where to run, leaving you at the mercy of J’s cock and fingers.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, your release gushing out at the overstimulation as J didn’t slow down but instead picked up the pace as he chased his high. His moans rose in pitch until he let out a deafening groan, stilling his hips against yours as he released himself within you, his breath heavy as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“So good,” Jisung murmured in awe as he watched the two of you come down from your highs. “Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

You laid there as both men took care of you, closing your eyes as they cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, lips, neck, until you were clean. Jisung tucked you into bed and pressed a kiss to your head before you drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the afternoons activities.

And so your life changed, your routine looking different now. Instead of waking up alone, you had either Jisung or J next to you, sheathing their cocks within your walls and rutted into you slowly as they whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You left for wrk with Jisung, both of you discussing your projects and clients, and spending late nights together just to go home to find a warm meal waiting, cooked by none other than J himself. You became used to the clone around the house, finding the subtle differences between the two men to distinguish between them, such as the way J walked with long strides but yet cautious, his movements always seeming mechanical.

Jisung showed you how to update the clone, to ensure his hardware ran smoothly, and wouldn’t malfunction. He answered all of your questions and was patient with you, always showering you with kisses afterwards. Every time you asked him about where he got the clone made however, Jisung would dodge the question, changing the subject immediately. You found that odd, but maybe he was sparing you from the details due to the process.

You lived a life in luxury, getting used to the views from the penthouse, watching the sunrise from the balcony on days off, succumbing to the seduction of your boyfriends as they made love to you as you watched. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, having everything you could have ever wanted in your career and love life.

But, you always knew to accept things at face value, to understand that after many sunny days, storms will come.

Both Jisung and J were out, shopping for the month as they always do, leaving you behind to have some time to yourself. You were browsing the shelves in Jisung’s office, gazing at the many books that you knew were only there for show. There were some good titles there however, and you felt sad that they had never been touched or opened so others could get lost within its pages.

You came across an interesting looking title and pulled it from the shelf, deciding settle in and read while the boys were gone. Surely Jisung wouldn’t mind you borrowing one of his books right?

You made yourself some tea and settled into the couch, draping a blanket across your legs and opened the book, just for a bunch of papers to slide out. Startled, you froze for a moment, slightly panicking that you had ruined the book. The longer you stared at the pages however, you noticed that it seemed like a document of sorts, one that seemed pretty important.

But why was it tucked away in a book and not in a folder?

You picked up the papers and read over its contents, disbelief filling you as you came to realize what it was.

“Take this clone in exchange for your services…” “They will be sitting at the cafe this Sunday in jeans and a black shirt…” “Must be discreet.” “Clone can help you on future jobs.”

What was this? A meeting of some sort that had to be done in secret? You shifted the pages to look at the others, and what you saw made your jaw drop.

“Jenna…Angela…Mia…Jason…Silas…”

Name after name you read, the horror spread within. This was a diary, one to remember all of the names of his victims. The answers all fell in place as you continued to read, how if Jisung took care of these people, how he would be rewarded with a state of the art clone, one that only a billionaire could afford.

Jisung was a hitman.

You were astounded, not sure what to think or say. No wonder he would always dodge your questions when you asked how he got the clone. The clone was a gift for blood.

You heard voices outside in the hall and quickly scrambled to gather the papers up. However, Jisung walked in the door followed by J and saw the horrified expression on your face.

“Baby what’s…” but before he could finish the sentence, his eyes landed on the book in your hand, the papers sticking out haphazardly.

You watched his face drain as he realized you knew his secret, his double life so to say. As he opened his mouth to speak, you held up a hand and threw the book at him, causing both men to scuttle back to avoid being hit.

“What the fuck Ji! You’re a hitman! A murderer! And he’s collateral!” You shrieked.

“I’m sorry baby…I was going to tell you at some point, but it never seemed like the right time!”

“Not the right time?! I think when I asked about his origins would have been the right time but what do I know. And now you’re taking advantage of him, making him come along with you as you do your dirty work. You’re disgusting.”

“Baby please! Please listen to me!”

“No! I’m leaving and I’m taking J with me.”

Yes, you would take the clone, free him from this servitude life. He was innocent in all this, part of a trade. You knew how to keep his hardware up to date as Jisung taught you how, even letting you do it some times. Yes, J was better off with you.

J looked between you and Jisung. He was horrified at the implications, that the man who brought him to his home was such an evil person. He was torn however, not wanting to leave Jisung but wanting to stay with you as well.

He watched as you walked around the penthouse, gathering your clothes and personal effects, Jisung scurrying around behind you, pleading for you to stay. You were having none of it however, as you didn’t even slow down, opting to ignore the pleas of your lover.

J decided he would go with you, keep you company. He could love you just as much as Jisung did. He can provide for you, make sure you’re well cared for and loved. He quickly hurried to his room to pack a few things, making sure to grab all of the essentials he would need.

Once he was done he came out of his room to find you at the door, two large bags in hand with Jisung trying to reason with you. You grinned as you saw J round the corner, bag in hand ready to leave.

“You too?! No! J, you have to stay. Don’t go with them, they don’t know how to care for you like I do,” Jisung begged, a glint of something evil in his eyes.

J is used to this look, one reserved only for him in their most quiet moments, alone, away from prying eyes. However, he let it show in front of you, giving up his charade. J was glad Jisung took notice of you and fell for you, brought you in his life.

He was saved because of you, treated nicely, like he was something more than an object that was made in a lab somewhere. He scrambled to your side and followed you out the door, the screams of Jisung following close behind as he shouted obscenities at the two of you.

You didn’t stop however, but continued to walk to the end of the hall where an elevator was waiting. You let out a sigh as the door closed shut and looked over at J who was gripping his bag with an iron grasp.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll go to my place,” you said.

J merely nodded and continued to stare ahead. You both quickly walked to your car and got in, neither one of you looking back as you drove away. You passed the fancy buildings where only the rich lived until you arrived in the not so safe part of town, your apartment building coming into view.

You both scurried into your place, setting your bags down in relief, happy to be away from that situation of a man.

“I will call the authorities,” you said as you held up the book, filled with the proof you’d need to turn Jisung in.

You didn’t care what happened to him, all that you know is you want him to pay for the crimes he committed, the lives that he snuffed out all for a clone, as if they were nothing.

Once the deed was done you sat down and smiled, looking around your familiar safe space, your items all in place, just how you like it. — —

It was easy to fall back into your routine, the kind that you thrived on, that made you feel sane. The only difference now was that J joined you in your everyday activities, caring for you, loving you, and becoming your second half.

You couldn’t be more happier as your simple life fell back in place, all with J by your side.

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[tojisdove]

"TW1TTER P0RN LINK5: PT4" — jjk men.

☆ cw : nsfw twt links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact. ( make a request here! )

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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).

adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you

he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

finally getting pounded like his darling deserves

"would you take it all?"

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.

"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

"ever so pretty when I leave you red"

gotta definitely brag about his new watch

ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33

another one just bc my size kink is going crazy

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.

always gonna make you work for it

he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

better keep that arch deep for him

"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.

eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3

pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind

will ask to worship you every single morning

maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think

his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue

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[choslut]

plug!vi + her pretty pink sorority bitch | nsfw, mdni

plug!vi who has her eye on her newest client. you’re just such a pretty, pink girl, never the type to be buying drugs, especially not off of someone like vi. hell, you would never even dare be seen in public with someone like vi, but as a sorority sister, someone has to do the job of getting weed for every party.

plug!vi who actually hates you when she first meets you. you’re the epitome of the stuck up rich prick stereotype, in a pink tesla with perfectly painted nails and makeup that’s never out of place. she wonders what you’re like when you’re high, because she can never imagine seeing you with even a hair out of place.

plug!vi who is surprised when you roll up to the usual meeting spot one day, this time with mascara flooding down your cheeks and enough money for only one preroll. you’re blubbering to her like you’ve known her forever, about how your boyfriend cheated on you with your own sorority sister, and how you can never trust guys with your heart ever again because it’s too delicate to be broken…

plug!vi who sits in the back of your car with you to smoke the preroll you just bought. she discovers you’re a total ditz when greened out, giggling and pushing and play fighting her, with pupils wide enough to make your irises turn black. you’re so far gone you don’t even notice her sly hand beginning to slide up your skirt…

plug!vi who fingers you in the back of your baby pink tesla, just to prove a point that you don’t need a boyfriend to feel good. all the while, she’s shotgunning joint smoke into your mouth, her lips fighting not to press against yours until you fist your hands in her shirt and pull her in for a kiss.

plug!vi who then goes on to eat you out, your stockinged legs thrown over her shoulders as she goes to town on your overstimulated cunt. and you’re absolutely loving it, whining out her name and apologising to her for being such a damn brat every time you met up with her.

she forgives you, of course, but only because the next time she sees you, she’ll be doing the same thing; smoking a joint with you and getting you high enough to let her eat you out in your very own backseat. and eventually, she starts supplying you for free. not because she likes you (because she still doesn’t), but because she likes the taste of your cunt on her lips, and can’t see herself giving it up any time soon.

plug!vi who very easily becomes addicted. not to drugs, but to you.

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[riki-dazed]

Riki can't help but shower you in hickies

suggestive · wc: 649 · requested

"Rikiiii—" you squirm beneath your boyfriend's large frame, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He hums in response to your whines, his actions against the side of your neck not slowing down in the slightest of ways; your noises only turning him on that much more.

What started as an innocent-enough make out session on your bed, has now taken a sudden turn for the.. better. After some playful bickering between the both of you, Riki managed to pin your figure against the mattress. His hands hold your wrists down by either sides of your head, his body practically laying on top of yours, not allowing you to escape him.

"So pretty for me," his breathy voice purrs beside your ear, soon before grazing his teeth lightly along it. "Wanna taste you..."

The tickling sensation sends you into a fit of quiet giggles beneath Riki, he returns you a sultry smile, his lips now trailing along the skin on your jaw. His actions continue to follow down your neck, causing the playful expression on your face to twist into one that emits pure bliss, and pleasure.

The fact that you can feel him making small movements against your thigh, considering how close your bodies are pressed against one another's, doesn't help your overly flustered situation at all.

Riki's soft lips trace the contours of your neck, as he leaves traces of his warm saliva behind. Feeling his wet kisses against your skin causes you to arch your back off the mattress, your chest meeting his in the process.

He settles his lips on a spot right beneath the back of your jaw, knowing exactly where you like having him. The needy boy wastes no time in beginning to make out with the delicate skin, muffled moans escape his mouth as he starts to suck on it shortly afterwards. He lets go of one of your wrists, his hand now cupping the side of your face, holding you in place for him as he continues sucking on the opposite side.

"Fuck, baby—" you barely manage to utter beneath your breath as your freed hand gravitates towards his hair, your fingers grasping the strands at the back of his head. "Mm, r-right there."

With a final kiss against your skin, and tauntingly slow lick along it, Riki slightly lifts his head back up. His gaze stays focused on the obvious mark his mouth has left behind on you, he can't help but admire it for a short moment.

Feeling a sudden longing for Riki's lips to be back on your skin, you guide his head back down to where you need it. Your fingers, yet again, tug at the strands of his hair at the feeling of having him graze his teeth along your neck. You tilt your head back, surrendering yourself to him completely.

"Does that feel good?" his low tone speaks against your skin. "Hm?"

Feeling lightheaded, your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth again at his question, "Mhm." The smile on his face only grows cockier at your breathy reply.

Riki helps you remove your top before moving his actions to your chest. With the both of your hands now being free of his grasp, you take the opportunity to tug his muscle tee off too, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere across the bed.

He lifts himself off your body, straddling your thigh, as one of his knees settle in-between the both of your thighs. Riki looks down at your figure, admiring you through his hooded eyes. He had become an artist, you, his masterpiece. A canvas for him to leave his marks of desire all over.

As he continues to eye your chest, the newly scattered marks he's left across it causes something within his sweatpants to twitch.

...

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[kxttqi]

⋆.˚ “he’s leaving, you can come over now” prank on jjk men 。

↪︎ gojo, geto, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge x f!reader

↪︎ warnings: swearing, suggestive

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 5: Knotting

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Both you and Eddie still learning things about Venom even in the bedroom.

Warnings: Smut, Rough, Little bit of Eddie, Tongue, Licking, Pain, Knotting

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Minors do not interact!

Head buried back into a pillow, feeling Eddie's hand continuously glide and grip your body, sweat mixing against pressed skin. Cock buried deep within your walls, unlocking an overflow of moans that echoed in your shared apartment.

Feeling as Eddie's hips grew sloppy, alerting you to the end of the heated night, only to watch as Venom took over. Engulfing your lover, trading Eddie's cock for his own.

Flooded with Venom's cock, sparking every nerve that lined your walls, the euphoric feeling causing your chest to rise and moans to grow in volume.

"Venom, p-please, I can't." You stutter for mercy, but he gives you none. Hearing as the bed thrusts against the wall matching his, both you and the bed threaten to break under Venom's feral hunger. Turned on by his labored breaths, hazily temped to push him back just to suck the alien off.

Having no chances on that plan, feeling as his grip grew stronger, groans growing louder, and hips and thighs pounding into yours, buckling as they do. Keeping a grip of your own on Venom, together building up your climaxes.

Taking no longer as Venom sped up, cracking the wooden headboard and bruising the back of your tights. All the chaos ends with both of you cumming loudly, the bliss overloading your bodies. Venom lending forward in shock at the first ever feeling of cumming, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your twitching body.

Coming down from the heavenly moment as your body sharply trades it for pain, hearing Venom's groans loudly, painfully putting the pieces together, it all being his doing.

Crying out for Venom, but only hearing his reverberated breathing as his tongue touches down, hot and wet, licking your neck with teeth grazing along, adding to the pool of pain. Hurting to move, you stayed still full of Venom's cum, hoping he wouldn't move either while stuck in you. Knotted together.

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[rose-petles]

Pls can you make a pt 2 to the 니키 - ruined make-out sessions -> N.NK fic where niki is teased by the members

니키 - ruined make-out sessions -> N.NK [ P.2 ]

Warning → none!

Paring → Clingybf!Niki x SoftieGfFem!Reader

Synopsis → Its been two months since he has kissed your lips.

He whined as you dragged him into the bathroom to get ready, already craving your kisses again. “But I miss you I wanna spend time with my love.. can I not..?”

You sighed, “We are already going out with your bandmates, lets go love..”

Niki sighed and followed you as you dragged him out of the room to the lounge area.

After jake had left the room a smirk spread across his face as he watched you kiss, his mind already running through all the teasing he was going to give Niki later.

When Niki arrived to meet his friends at the restaurant a little while later, he was instantly met with raised eyebrows and knowing smirks. Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, looking at Niki with mock seriousness.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up,” Sunghoon said, tapping his fingers. “Must’ve been a really good excuse for being late.”

Heeseung chuckled. “Did you have something better to do than hang out with us, Niki?”

Niki shifted, immediately suspicious. “What’s with the attitude?” he asked, trying to sound casual. But the red tint that rose to his cheeks betrayed him.

Jake finally let out a loud laugh, clapping Niki on the shoulder. “broo. Saw you and Y/n having a very romantic moment.”

Niki’s face turned even redder, and he groaned, dropping his head. “Jake, why didn’t you just walk away quietly?” he muttered, eyes closed in embarrassment.

Sunoo leaned over the table, clasping his hands dramatically. “A kiss, really? On the bed? How cliché,” he teased, earning a laugh from everyone.

Jungwon laughed, pointing a finger at Niki. “Our little Niki is growing up so fast! Who knew he’d be the romantic type?”

Even Jay joined in, winking. “Next thing you know, he’ll be planning a candlelit dinner.”

Niki buried his face in his hands, his muffled voice reaching them. “You guys are the worst. Seriously.”

Heeseung gave Niki a light shove, grinning. “Don’t worry, we’re just happy for you, man.”

Despite the teasing, they all flashed him supportive smiles, and Niki couldn’t help but laugh with them, knowing he’d never hear the end of this.

But when he looked back at his friends, their laughter mingling in the air, he knew it didn’t matter.

At the end of the day, he had you—and they’d always be there to remind him of that in the most embarrassing ways possible.

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[00-jammy-00]

Yan!Fuckboy HC’s

Yan!Fuckboy x GN! Stuco President! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, stalking, murder, obsession, masochist yandere (if you squint), nsfw mentions

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Yan!Fuckboy who can’t help but stare at you as you walk down the hallways. God your ass, the sway of your hips, the glare you give him, the scoffs when he compliments you, all of it makes his cock throb in his pants.

Yan!Fuckboy who makes it his daily routine to follow you home after school, he can practically smell you! Look how cute you look when you get in the shower, he’s so happy he brought his camera.

Yan!Fuckboy who has sex with anyone who resembles you, the same perfume? He’s already shoved his dick in that hole. The same hair colour? He’s already had that mouth around him yet none of them satisfied him the same way you did that one night.

Yan!Fuckboy who needs another taste, having a one night stand at a Halloween party isn’t enough for him! Please let him have one more chance!

Yan!Fuckboy who realises that it’s not your fault you’re rejecting him, it’s that guy on the student council, isn’t it? He’s blackmailing you, isn’t he? He’ll make sure that asshole never smiles at you again.

Yan!Fuckboy who’s over the moon that you agreed to hook up whenever you’re feeling frustrated. It’s become his life mission to irritate you until you either fuck him dumb, or he fucks you silly.

Yan!Fuckboy who stole your spare key and made a copy so he can visit you whenever he wants. How’d he get your key? You gave it to him silly! You remember, don’t you?

Yan!Fuckboy who cums as soon as he’s fully in your hole, despite all his experience and his larger than average body count, you make him feel like a virgin again.

Yan!Fuckboy who puts a bullet through the eyes of any slutty girl or guy that tried to get in his pants, he’s reserved for you only, like how he doesn’t let any other people try to have their way with you, you’ll be together forever! It’s not like you have a choice anyway!

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[cinnamanz]

— ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ MAMMA MIA ⋆౨ৎ˚ .ᐟ SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

there’s always been one rule in the group: don’t bring up y/n. no one really knows why, but it’s clear sophia would rather leave her ex-best friend in the past. once inseparable, their friendship dissolved after a summer camp that no one talks about, and y/n vanished, moving god-knows-where without so much as a goodbye. some say it was a fight. others say it was something more. only sophia knows the truth—or maybe not even she does. now, as the third year at dream academy begins, sophia is blindsided by y/n's unexpected return. gone is the familiar, easygoing childhood bestfriend she remembers. in her place is someone sharper, colder, and—unfortunately for sophia—hotter than ever. (who gave her the permission to look so fine?)

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, awkward idiots, grumpy x sunshine (or at least my attempt to), childhood bestfriends to lovers, theatre children, coarse language, suggestive themes, nonceleb! au, university au!, sexual jokes, kys nd die jokes, mentions of substances, my writing

featuring .ᐟ katseye, p1harmony, ive, le sserafim and etc

pairing .ᐟ sophia laforteza x female reader

status .ᐟ ongoing

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. ignore timestamps. dream academy is a performing arts university. divider cred: @/adornedwithlight. TAGLIST CLOSED.

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍?

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

PROFILES

rock, paper, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and keeho) — mommy day care

01. oomfchella @ school

02. dire omen

03. livin la vida loca

04. tying the noose as we speak

05. lore

06. just like old times

07. extracurricular

08. for evermore

09. best friend of the year

10. casting

11. square up

12. a b c d e f g

13. love finds a way

14. petty

15. nonchalant mfs

16. getting somewhere

17. shady ahh tweet

18. concerned

19. easy to draw

20. u look like u hump trees

21. cry to ur homeboys

22. cool cover!

23. for free

more in progress!

™ CINNAMANZ 2025

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[rissouu]

₊  𐙚 — $LUT TALK- FT. DOM!CHOSO

❝BABY BEND THAT SHIT OVER, LET ME PUT IT IN YO’ GUT!❞

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ info: this is a nsfw/suggestive collection of @rissouu’s dom!choso drabbles, head cannons, one shots, & series. ages 17+ ONLY, mdni. all works sited belong to @rissouu only— translation on other platforms without permission is prohibited. do not repost/copy my works, doing so will hold consequences.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: heavy sexual content, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, yandere (?), sub!reader, brat taming, cunilingus, small toxic!choso mentioned, slight spanking, heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, mentions of biting, rough intercourse, daddy kink, mommy kink, aggressive choso, & etc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ important notes: (you have been warned, please leave now if you’re uncomfortable. from this point onwards it’s on you if you come across anything that triggers you/uncomforts you).

DRABBLES:

obsessed!choso: he always followed behind you no matter where you went as a way to show who you belonged to.

quiet!choso: he was your best friends brother and he didn’t talk to you much, or at all. but that all changed once he caught you getting ready for a date.

brat!tamer choso: after weeks of getting nothing but mean attitudes from you, he finally puts you in your place.

nerd!choso: although he was the school wide nerd, that didn’t mean you could keep testing his patience and get away with it.

babydaddy!choso: you guys broke it off a while after you gave birth to his daughter, but nothing could keep him away from you for long..

(more coming soon <3)

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[moonchild9350]

Sweet Mornings

Summary: morning sex with Chan after he’s been away on tour.

Pairing: idol!Chan x fab!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: somniphilia, handjob, kissing, p in v penetration, creampie (don’t), cockwarming

Notes: wrote this in the early morning hours. They’re disgustingly in love lol

If you enjoyed, consider a like, reboot, comment as it keeps me motivated 🤍

Please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024).

Chan is back.

That’s what runs through your head, as you open your eyes from sleep, blinking into the early morning sunlight that’s pouring through the windows.

You feel a warm body next to yours, their arms wrapped snuggly around you, caging you in so your bodies mold perfectly together. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he peacefully slumbers, actually sleeping for once.

You’ll tease him about it later and he’ll go on to say it’s because he’s back at home with you, his love, his comfort.

You slowly maneuver yourself so you’re facing him, silently chuckling at how his arms are still wrapped tightly around you.

You take the moment to gaze at your boyfriend, view him undisturbed in the morning hours. A smile graces your face as you see the sun has highlighted his features, his eyelids seeming almost translucent as it shines on his skin, allowing you to see the faintest blue of his veins. His eyelashes flutter as he dreams what you hope are good dreams and hopefully filled with you.

His hair is haphazardly a mess, something that has always tickled you, as he always looked like a train wreck when he first woke up. He’d whine when you’d tease him and then press a kiss to his lips to silence him which he always accepted.

His lips are slightly parted, his breath fanning out evenly signaling he is in a deep slumber.

Staring at him you feel a tingle, an ache that starts to form, soft and gentle at first. You take a breath and let it out, as a small trickle of slick leaks out of your pussy.

You reach your hand towards his face, your fingers lightly dancing across his skin, as soft as a feather drifting through the wind. The pads of your fingers brush over his cheeks, feeling the peach fuzz, the ends of the strands barely bending at the disturbance.

The ache grows larger, settling in your core, the walls of your pussy clenching involuntarily. You feel almost an electric feeling settling in over your body, making each sensation you feel that much better.

You’re aware of your bare legs beneath the sheets, the fabric brushing against them with each movement, the way your shirt touches your nipples, the slight stimulation causing shivers to run down your spine.

In that moment you realize once more Chan is home. You’ve missed this, his presence, how he feels inside you. You’ve missed him.

You reach your hand below the sheets and touch his bulge, slightly hard in the early morning hours. You smile as you lean forward and press your lips to his, sighing as they mold to yours immediately, even though he’s still asleep.

The moment is soft and slow as you press your lips to his, not fully removing them, just wanting to feel them on yours after so long. With each press you give his cock a squeeze, the appendage hardening further with the pressure.

With your next shaky kiss, Chan’s eyes open, the brown orbs zeroing in on you. He closes his eyes once more, however this time he puts more into the kiss as his arms tighten around you even more.

“Baby,” you whisper, the syllable barely formed as you continue to kiss your lover. “Need you.”

You slide your palm faster and harder against his cock, feeling the wet fabric as his precum leaks out.

“Yeah?” Chan breathes, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric of your t shirt, causing you to arch slightly into him.

You push his boxers down, the fabric obeying until it hits the swell of his ass. You whine at the resistance, wanting to rid him of the offending agent as quickly as possible.

Chan chuckles at your struggle and at your desperation. He lifts his hips and you quickly slide them down, a soft sound falling from your lips as if you were purring.

You can feel him now, his cock hard and warm in your hand. You wrap your hand around the head, pushing a finger into his slit, listening as Chan hisses at the pressure.

He lets out a low moan not long after as you stroke his cock, hard but gentle. His fingers pull at your shirt, silently asking you to take it off.

You hesitantly release his cock and shuck your shirt off, your tits now bare for his viewing pleasure, your nipples hardening in the cold air. You slide your panties down your legs as well, needing to have no further interruptions.

You snuggle up to Chan once more, your hand finding his cock again. You stroke him faster this time, his precum aiding in the glide, a soft slick sound echoing in the room as your hand slides up and down.

“Y/n, y/n, baby,” Chan whispers out and then whimpers as the pleasure courses through him. He missed this feeling, the only one you can bring him.

You smile at his turmoil, your slick now steadily leaking, coating your folds and your thighs. You kiss him again, your walls clenching as he lets out a growl deep within his chest.

Before you can fully register, you’re on your back, your head hitting the soft pillows, as you let out a huff. Your hands reach out to touch his arms, your eyes seeking out his.

Chan nudges your legs open, so he can fit more easily between them. His eyes stay on yours as he grabs his cock, bringing the head to your soaking folds.

He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your warmth, a feeling he’s missed over the last few months. He knows you feel the same, as your fingers dig into his biceps, your lips slightly parted as you breathe in anticipation of finally feeling him, your tits heaving with each breath.

You both are a mess, as your moans ring out throughout the room, Chan’s cock finally sinking into your warmth. You whine at the sting, your walls slowly spreading, stretching, after not having anything inside for months.

Chan is nice and easy, knowing it’s been a while. He knows his cock is big and your hole tiny. He pushes in inch by inch as you let out each breath until he’s flush against you, your walls keeping him in with how tight you’re wrapped around his cock. He waits a moment, waiting on the signal from you that he can move.

You steady your breaths, the feeling of him inside you too much, that pleasurable ache growing with each passing moment as he lays there cradled in your arms.

“Channie, move…please,” you beg, your fingers playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

Chan withdraws his hips and rocks them back into yours, coaxing a low moan out of you. You wrap your arms tighter around him, his neck buried in yours as he rocks, rocks, and rocks.

The pleasure is heightened, after not feeling him for so long, the warm sensation building quickly in your core as he massages your walls.

Chan fucks you softly but deeply, savoring this moment of early morning bliss. You mewl out as he shifts his hips ever so slightly, angling his cock to drag along your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and legs to tighten around him.

Both of your moans accent the quiet of the room, the only other sounds being the evidence of how wet you are for Chan and the shift of the fabric as it travels over your bodies.

You’re stuck to him, a thin sheen of sweat forming over your bodies, as Chan continues to make love to you. You squeal as the new position allows the hairs on his pelvis to apply just enough sensation against your clit, the bud teased with each thrust.

The warmth builds, growing larger, threatening to spill. You can tell Chan is close too, as his breathing becomes more erratic, his hips not as rhythmic as a few moments ago.

You clutch onto him more, pressing your tits into his chest, wrapping your legs around his ass as you focus on reaching your high, your core feeling like it is on fire.

With a few more shaky breathes, you let out a loud moan, Chan’s name on your lips like a prayer as you release around his cock, your walls spasming, clenching around him. You can hear him groan and then let out a grunt, as he spills within you, the feeling of his cum coating your walls causing you to moan.

Your both a mess of sweaty bodies as you lay there, neither one of you moving except for the rise of your chests as you breath to come down from your highs.

The sun rises higher in the sky as time passes, the light brighter as it shines through the room. It’s quiet, except for the sound of Chan’s beating heart as you’re now resting on his chest.

His cock is still buried within you, soft and warm, his cum still buried within you. You lay there in his embrace, snuggled to him bathing in the post orgasmic afterglow.

You feel the threat of sleep linger over you, your body exhausted after the activities of the morning. You start to slip, your mind slowly leaving and entering into that dream world that has been your haven the last few months.

However, this time you enter into a different sleep, your mind understanding that your dreams have come true.

Chan is home.

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[ilovemyladboyz]

Zayne is on the phone with you and his cock starts to twitch against his scrubs.. He can hear the giggles of your daughter in the back ground. The giggles soon turn into your moans as he daydreams about stuffing you full of his- “So when are you coming home Zayne? oh! and what do you want for dinner? (D/N) Says she’s wants some Chinese..” He snaps out of his vision from your melodic voice, “Hm.. Chinese sounds good.. I’m coming home now.” he just made that decision.. he doesn’t think he can deal with this hard-on without seeing you for another second. “Oh? okay.. well- i love you and i’ll see you when your get here.” he hears the line click and he sets his phone down and rubs his member.. groaning a bit. Zayne stands and gathers his things and leave the hospital. The drive home was a haze, although he’s sure he was speeding. He unlocks the front door and puts his bag in front of him to hide his hard cock and when he walks in he sees you and his daughter at the counter, you feeding her some of the takeout. His cock twitches again and he has to bite back a groan. “I’m home, my snowflakes..” His daughter jumps off the stool and runs towards him, hugging his leg and you kiss him softly when you reach him. “How was work.?” you ask.. noticing the look in his eyes. “Fine.. it was fine..” his lips part as his eyes travel down your body.. what you would look like with your belly all round again- “Food is here if you’re hungry..” you turn and go back towards the kitchen, he follows you and hugs you from behind and presses your front against the counter and presses his hardened men knee against your ass, trying to be discreet as you feed your daughter. “you remember how (D/N) has been asking for a brother.?” He whispers in your ear, and you nod “yea.. why.?” He clenching his jaw, “let’s give her one.. i want to fill you up..” he kisses behind your ear softly “I want to use you.. and fill you up so full.. i want to see you round with my baby..” he kisses down your neck. “(D/N)! n-nap time..!” you say quickly as Zayne smirks.

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[choslut]

u asked for vi thirsts and i simply couldn't NOT show up for our girl.

uhm. care to discuss asking vi as a +1 to a council gala? (and perhaps. the semi-public hooking up that occurs as a consequence of vi just chugging the fancy champagne???)

warnings : semi-public fingering, oral sex, drinking, dirty talk

a/n : this kinda carries on from my most recent vi fic, pussy talk, but also not really… imagine an alternate ending where you do end up going to the gala and vi just can’t keep her eyes (or hands) off of you…

mental note : keep vi far, far away from the drinks at galas.

it started with the welcoming drinks, carried around in tall bubbly flutes by uniformed waiters. vi was more than happy to accept — there’s no limit on welcoming drinks, right? — and by the time everyone is seated, vi has downed at least 5 flutes of champagne.

it's dangerous, having a tipsy vi next to you whilst the councillor's give their welcoming speeches. unlike you, she fucking hates formal events. they're so and boring and so very painfully formal, and she'd much rather be at home with you, strewn across the couch, doing much less formal activities.

now, sober vi would keep these thoughts to herself and instead just fantasize, zoning out to the sound of droning voices as she ogles at you in your gorgeous gala getup. but right now, vi is not sober, and the speeches are getting on her last fucking nerve, so she decides to take matters, or more so, you, into her own hands.

going to council galas with vi can be risky, because as the speeches reach their climax, so, subsequently, are you, writhing in your seat as vi rubs at your clit under the table. your girlfriend is impatient, even more so when tipsy and even worse when drunk, and try as you might to pry your hands away from the wet haven in between your legs, all efforts prove futile.

you're fighting to keep your mouth shut, to appear like your girlfriend isn't threatening to spear you on her thick fingers in the middle of the regal event hall. if there weren't so many eyes on you, you would probably whisper at her to stop it, but that would bait you out, so you let her continue.

vi may have hands dirtied by the juices flooding from your cunt, but her mouth is even dirtier. fueled by the champagne and the glass of ridiculously expensive whiskey she's sipping on, her lips begin to quietly whisper dirty nothings in your ear, words that would shock anyone who had the (dis)pleasure of hearing them.

"let's get outta here baby, fuck," she drawls quietly, powdery blue eyes staring at the point where her wrist is surrounded by the bunched up silk of your skirt. " 's boring, no?"

"you're such a slut for letting me at you like this in public, cupcake. what d'you think they would say if they knew, hm?" that's precisely what you're worried about, what the attendees would say if they knew your current position. so, to appease vi (and to save yourself from degrading public scruitny), you stand up and drag her out silently by the wrist of the same hand she just used to finger you silly.

bonus : you most definitely drag vi off to the bathrooms just to kiss that stupid, triumphant smirk off of her face, and the night ends (somewhat early) with the door of the bathroom locked, and you hoisted up onto the sink, back against the mirror and hands carded through her mussed pink locks as she eats you out like you're her last meal.

it doesn't matter anyways. vi wasn't in the mood for fancy steak and potatoes, much preferring to have you for dinner instead.

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[riki-dazed]

Making out with Nishimura Riki 🍒

suggestive · wc: 371 · Requested

Riki would be so touchy, even during the softest of makeout sessions.. He'd need to have his hands on you at all times. Whether that'd be in the form of smoothing them over the small of your back, having his fingers dig into your hips... He just needs to be touching his baby.

Playful make-out sessions with bf!riki.. Both of you giggling between kisses, him showering your face with soft pecks, him just being so smitten over you, and vice versa.

He'd love making out with you during cuddle sessions..

Imagine making out with him as Every Kind Of Way plays in the background.. He'd be so perfect. It'd be so sensual, yet so soft with how loving he is.

I can see him being such a messy kisser.. If he's not leaving a quick peck against your lips, he's devouring them with his own. His kisses would be so wet, dripping with desperation and need..

We all know how pretty his lips are.. God, they'd feel so soft against yours. They're just so perfectly plump, the perfect size, just perfect. He'd love it if you were to take his bottom lip between your teeth, it'd leave him a whiny little mess for you.

Having you in his lap would be one of his favourite positions to make-out with you in. His hands kneading at your ass, your chest pushed up against his, he'd be in heaven.

Body worshipper subby riki... Like that's your babyboy. Your needy, passionate, overly-hungry-for-your-lips babyboy.

The most delicious sounds would fall out of his mouth mid make-out session. Breathy moans against your lips, his quiet whines mixed in with the sounds of the wet kisses you'd share..

Another position I can see him enjoying kissing you in would be where your back is pressed up against his torso, preferrebly whilst he's sat with his back against the headboard of a bed or something. Your head would be turned to the side, him kissing you over your shoulder.. You being in-between his legs like that would allow his hands to further roam your body. He's just so big, he'd have easy access to everywhere.

He would never be able to get enough of you and your lips.

...

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[tojisdove]

𐙚₊˚🎀 SMAU ⊹ ASKING THEM TO PARTICIPATE IN THE COQUETTE TREND 🎀♡˚₊‧ jjk men.

☆ including : gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento & sukuna ryomen x implied! fem reader ( send a reqs here!! )

© tojisdove 2024. please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 1: Stuck

Severus Snape x GN! Reader

Summary: Stuck in the shelving of Snape's potion storage room, leaving only him to help you.

Warnings: Claustrophobia Warning, Established Relationship, Smut, Stuck, Grinding, Dry Humping

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Hearing dusty potions being taken down one by one placed on a new surface, no longer rattling a threat against your struggle with their old one. Comforted by the warm hand of your Severus, pressed softly against your body, taking the brunt of the shelf's wooden detail that had kneaded at your skin.

Faintly tasting freedom away from the dark, rotten wooden shelving of the potion storage room. Slowly and steadily backing out right into his lap, halting progress.

Instead of moving out of the way, you feel him grind up against your ass, pushing you back to square one. Feeling as his hands hungrily traveled down, seeking out your hips. Landing on them quickly, pulling on them, inviting you to feel his tented cock.

“Hold still” his deep voice moaned echoing in the small room, announcing his pleasure. Soft humps sharply turned into feverish grinds, further nailing you into the shelving. Nails digging into your riled hips, peeling away the clothes that prevented his cock from entering you.

Obscured from the view of Severus's face, how his eyes engaged onto your body, wanting only to feel your warm insides. The next piece of clothing to go was his. Released from the fabric prison, his cock falls with a slap against your ass, causing a light hiss to escape from his lips.

“Severus” you whined as he steadily drawing his cock around, lubing it up with your arousal, making sure every inch was covered. Squirming under his teasing, your moans quickly heated the small space of the bottom shelving; the pleasure from his actions buckled you down onto the wood.

Arching your back, giving a full view of Severus. Relishing in the growing bliss as his cock finally glides into you. Igniting nerves at every inch, fogging up your mind and vision. Stirring the feeling of thrill and fullness, his cock and hips tilt down, burying further into you.

Hearing as the shelving shook with rhythm, threatening Severus to calm. Ignoring the threats, hands pulling you against him, cock carving deeper, electrifying new nerves. Feeling he explores the new soft terrain, charming gasps from your throat, ecstasy building with every one of his thrusts.

Hurried moans sound from Severus, warning you to his buckling hips. With one last pull, you are free from the bounds of the shelving. The pain mixed with the blinding thrill of cumming to his cock, hearing as he did so too. Pulling out quickly, spilling ropes of his warm cum on your bare ass.

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