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rodeo || johnny suh

⇝ title: Rodeo ⇝ pairing: rapper!johnny x manager!reader ⇝ genre: coworkers with benefits sort of | secret relationship | smut ⇝ summary: After Johnny sees you showing off on one of the set’s mechanical bulls, he can’t help but pull you into his trailer and put your riding skills to the test. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2.1k ⇝ warnings: unedited (i’m so sorry) | strong language | johnny wears a grill… warning you now | cowgirl duh | reverse cowgirl because we lit | rope play (not really sexual) | spanking/ass grabbing | them chains are staying on girlfriend | dom but bottom!johnny (like she’s fucking him) | spitting/spit play (sorry not sorry) | pet names | scratching | protected sex | gagging/choking on fingers | controlled orgasm | light obedience play | cum shots | the cheesy ending we all deserve | i think that’s all... enjoy!! ⇝ author’s note: Happy Birthday to my sis Beezy @hobeemin​ !! I love you and I wanted to write you something for your birthday. I did not expect it to get this filthy because I just cannot write Johnny in this way but the minute I thought about this look… I knew it was the one. Anyway, I hope you like it! I wrote it with love. 

⇝ playlist: Rodeo by Juvenile | Handstand by French Montana, Doja Cat, & Saweetie | Distraction by Kehlani

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“She is so going to fall. How many seconds are you giving her?”

Johnny leans against the railing, glancing at your assistant as he ponders in his thoughts.

“I give her about two seconds.”

“Bullshit. Both of you are going to be buying me lunch when this is over,” you chime in.

The two men share a laugh, and the rest of the staff join in as they prepare to watch you fail. Your eyes shift to Johnny when the lights reflect off the diamond-encrusted plate temporarily attached to his front bottom row of teeth. His tongue rolls over his top lip before he bites his lip absentmindedly, watching you as attentively as you are him. It’s a distraction you cannot indulge in due to the multiple people around you and the sudden jerk your body feels when the bull begins to move.

“Thirty seconds, motherfuckers! Pay attention.”

Your thighs clench, and you put on your game face, letting the snickers and side comments travel through your ears and disappear into the air. Your dominant hand holds on with all its strength while your other hand extends outward. You’re devoted to staying balanced because that’s going to be the key to lasting the entire time.

“Look at her only using one hand,” your assistant comments.

“That’s all I need.”

You hear Johnny fake a cough after your reply, and you squint your eyes at him just before the bull begins to spin. The ride starts to get rough quickly but you hang in there. Thirty seconds feel like hours when you’re being tossed around. Once you have a strong grip and a feel of what the bull can do, you’re about fifteen seconds in and ready to knock them out.

For show, you arch your back and smile at the people filming on their phones. The teasing is replaced with praises as everyone starts cheering you on. Everyone except one, who’s looking on with an unreadable expression. 

Suddenly, the ride switches gears, and you almost slip off. You struggle as you’re leaning toward one side, and you almost allow yourself to fall, forfeiting the last few seconds before a voice sways your decision. 

“Keep going, baby girl.”

You don’t even need to look to know who it belongs to. A switch flips on, and you regain control. The countdown begins, and your burning muscles work overtime to keep you on the bull. When time’s up, you make a victorious but not-so-graceful landing.

You lie there relishing in the cheers, but when your eyes open, you only want to see one person’s smile. However, he’s nowhere in sight. You get and dust yourself off before climbing out of the ring, receiving nothing but high-fives as you descend the stairs.

“Let’s go celebrate girl! You did that shit,” someone calls out.

You agree, but only to get them off your back while you seek out the man you’ve been waiting to talk to all day. “Yeah, I’m just going to go grab my stuff, and I’ll be back.”

It’s partly the truth. 

You will be back, but your purse is in the sprinter, on the other side of the set.

Still, you make your way past several trailers, looking for the one belonging to the star of the music video. Unfortunately, every trailer looks the same, and you can only pinpoint a general area of where he is.

As you peek into one trailer’s window, the door to the one behind you opens. When you turn around, you see Johnny standing on the threshold, wearing one of his signature smirks.

“Looking for someone?” he questions.

“Maybe.”

Johnny nods, his cowboy hat still covering his dark eyes. He’s probably waiting for the stylists to undress him since there’s one more shoot tomorrow, but since you’re here, you might be able to help with that.

“I see you don’t have time for me today. But it’s cool.”

You roll your eyes. He knows he can’t let himself get jealous; it’s too risky. 

The first time was supposed to be the last time, but a year later you still can’t keep your hands off each other. The industry isn’t kind to artists who sleep with their managers. No one wants to work with them out of fear of messy situations. The things you do to each other must remain a secret if you want it all to last. However, some days are more difficult than others.

“Whatever. I’m going to lunch,” you sigh. “Do you want anything?”

You start walking away before he responds, and once you’re about three feet away, something flies over your head and you feel it tighten around your midsection.

“What the–”

You look down and notice that you’re caught up in a rope. Before you can ask any questions, you’re pulled back until you run into something, or someone.

“You aren’t the only one who’s learned some tricks.”

Johnny spins you around, making you face him.

“Don’t be like that. You know I like teasing you,” he reasons, but you don’t want to hear it.

He knows you’re sensitive about this stuff, seeing many of your colleagues' reputations ruined for the same thing you’re doing with him. 

“It’s not funny, though.”

Noticing the small pout on your lips, Johnny gives the rope enough slack for it to fall and he pulls you in for a hug. His chin rests on your forehead, keeping an eye out for anyone and listening carefully for footsteps. 

“You’re so worrisome,” he sighs, caressing your back. “I was just trying to have a little fun with you.”

“Fuck off,” you murmur into his jacket. 

Your cheek presses against his bare pecs, and you find comfort in the warmth of his sun-kissed skin.

“Woah. You’re so mean. I just figured since you liked riding that bull so much, maybe you’d want to go for a real ride.”

Your head lifts and moves away from his chest so you can look at him. “What?”

“Oh, now I have your attention, hm?”

His smirk grows into a smile and reveals his mouthpiece. It shines even brighter when he takes off his hat and places it on your head. Johnny gestures towards his trailer and winks at you.

“Let’s get it, cowgirl.”

Seated on Johnny’s lap, your hand grasps the gold links around his neck while you grind against him. Both of you panting and sweating, the world doesn’t even exist at this moment.

“So good for me,” he growls. “How am I supposed to leave you alone?”

His nails dig into your flesh as he holds your globes within his grasp, wanting to be as close to you as he physically can.

“You don’t. Problem solved.”

You start to move more swiftly, feeling a familiar sensation creeping inside your gut. Johnny’s dick enters your womb each time you land on his hips, leaving you gasping and moaning louder than you should be.

“Yeah? So that means you’re mine, right?”

“Fuck. Johnny.”

The way his lips curl into a grin when you cry his name leaves you shivering and begging him.

For what, is unclear to you, but all you know is that you want him badly.

“Yeah, you’re mine,” he states confidently. “Open your mouth.”

He’s right about that. You are.

Whatever he wants, he gets it—because he never holds back when pleasing you.

Your lips part enough for you to stick out your tongue. He wastes no time shoving his fingers deep inside and spitting into your crevice. Two of his digits push his saliva deep into your throat, making you gag around them. You stare at him through your watery eyes, your damp lashes, and fresh tears blurring your vision. However, you can still make out the pleased expression on his face.

You purposely clench around him, and his hips buck off the couch. Johnny then grabs your waist, halting your movements while he speaks.

“I see how you wanna play. Turn around.” You lift yourself slightly, keeping him inside while you turn in the opposite direction. As you find the right position, Johnny slaps your ass, making you squeak in surprise. He kneads the flesh tenderly, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze of appreciation. “Let’s see how long you can stay on this ride.”

As soon as you start to ride his cock, Johnny begins to thrust into you, nearly bouncing you off of his lap. His toned thighs make it difficult for you to control the pace, but with a hand holding onto his leg, you’re saved from falling on the floor. 

Once you’ve gotten accustomed to the way he’s slamming into you, you’re able to regain control. You arch your back and place your free hand on top of his hat sitting on your head. The sounds that begin to leave your lips become feral, and you can hear Johnny’s grunts turn into moans and gasps. He’s close, and so are you. You decide to make the last seconds count.

“You feel so good,” you purr. “Do I feel good, Johnny?”

He throws back his head and whispers a few expletives. 

“You feel like heaven, baby. You already know.”

You whimper in response, his deep voice soothing to your ears.

“So wet, so tight. You know how much I love this pussy.”

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? Need to come?” he quizzes. 

“Can I? Please.”

Your raspy cries fill the room just like the lewd noises produced by your arousal squelching between your thighs. Johnny ceases his movements and allows you to chase your own release while he watches in awe. He holds your waist to support you and guide you because your body is moving faster than your mind can keep up with.

“Get you one, cowgirl. You deserve it.”

When those words leave his lips, your sense of reality disappears. Everything grows white, and you have no control over your body. Your orgasm takes your breath away, leaving you struggling to catch your breath. A shockwave ripples through you, and the sensation is intoxicating. 

You can hear Johnny’s groans as he tries to hold on, but the warm feeling of your walls pulsing around his cock is almost unbearable. His cock twitches inside of you as you ride out your high, but he hangs on until you’re flopping forward on your face.

Johnny quickly gets up, and removes the condom, so he can shoot his load all over your ass. Hot ropes of his cum paint your skin, but you’re too out of it to complain about being sticky.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You sigh. “I am.”

“Alright, well you should probably–”

Johnny's phone rings, and he walks across the room to check it. He answers it and puts it on speaker, so you assume it’s important.

“Yeah?”

Fuck. It’s your assistant looking for you. 

“She’s in my trailer,” Johnny explains.

You immediately sit up and look at him with wide eyes. Why would he say that?

“She’s embarrassed because she got sick from that bull ride. You’ll have to take lunch without her.”

You exhale and relax your body, sinking into the couch.

“That was too close,” you whisper.

Johnny throws you a wink, and you respond with a small smile. They’d probably have a million questions had he not thought of that response so quickly.

“Yeah, she’s going to get back to the hotel in the sprinter with me, but I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

When the call ends, Johnny joins you on the couch. He wipes the cum off of your skin and tosses the shirt on the floor before he speaks.

“So,” he begins. You turn so you can see his face. “We have the rest of the day together. What are we doing?”

You shrug.

“I don’t know. Maybe we can…”

You grab his arm and pull him on top of you. Your lips graze his ear, and he shudders.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

Smirking, your fingers dance up his biceps.

“Maybe we can take a nap?”

“Now, that’s hot.”

“I know, right?” you giggle.

When silence takes over, you play in Johnny’s hair as he hums.

“You think they’ll notice if that hat goes missing?”

His question makes you roll your eyes. 

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” you respond. “But, no. They have several because they know how you are.”

You return to twirling his strands between your fingers, enjoying the post-orgasm quality time until he ruins it once again.

“Good. I wonder if it’ll stay on while I’m fucking you from the back.”

Honestly, as long as he shows you what other trick he’s learned with that rope, he can do anything he wants with you.

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playdates || jjk

➻ title: playdates ➻ pairing: dilf!jungkook x female reader ➻ genre: fluff | smut | neighbors au | single dad!jjk | pwp ➻ summary: jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing. ➻ word count: 1k ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | standing doggy | light aftercare | orgasm control | clit stimulation | quickies | partially clothed sex | kitchen sex | creampie ➻rating: 18+ ➻ a/n: hey, since i’m going on a hiatus soon i figured i’d post something. now before y’all call me out, this is a repost from my old blog. i’m not copying @/sugasbabiie’s work, this is the author that previously used that url so this work is mine lol. it’s unedited but i hope you like it.��

Every weekend you pick up your niece so she can come over and play with his daughter. Poor girl hasn't had any friends over since her and her dad moved next door a year ago. Both girls are at yours today, and they fell asleep after playing in the backyard for hours.

Sure you love spending time with your only niece, but the other reason you invite her to your place is to get to know her best friend’s dad.

However, you never imagined you’d know him this well.

"Where are the girls?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward as you cautiously step back. You bump into the kitchen island, and suddenly you’re trapped between it and your hot neighbor.

And he knows it. That's why he’s coming closer. He stops walking only when he’s inches apart from you.

"Sleeping," you gulp when he leans forward, "I just tucked them in a few minutes ago, but—"

His index finger touches your lips, shushing you.

"So that means I have you alone for a bit, yeah?" He looks down the hall and notices all the doors are closed. The silence is a tell tale sign that the toddlers are fast asleep.

"Yeah, I guess so," you laugh nervously.

"You guess so?" He lifts your chin with his finger, and makes you stare into his dark brown orbs.

"You eye-fuck me every time you see me, and now that we're alone all you can do is guess?...That's so disappointing."

Fuck.

Your mouth hangs open, mind going completely blank. The wink he gives you seems to ignite every ounce of bravery you own. So, you lay it all on the table. "Um, what should we do then?"

His eyes roll as he ponders in pretend thought. "I don't know, _____. You tell me.”

The way his gaze is fixated on you, like he’s undressing you with his eyes. It leaves you speechless, unable to answer him because the words just won’t come out. No longer willing to wait for your response, he speaks up for you.

“Because if I had it my way, I'd have bent over the kitchen counter by now.”

"Do it."

Your outburst surprises you even

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

"Yeah, isn’t it obvious?" You gesture to your tiny lounge shorts and tank top, perfect attire to wear when you’re trying to get dicked down in a rush.

Once he receives the greenlight, he spins you around and pins you against the island with his lower body.

"Alright,” he pulls down his sweats and then your shorts, praising you for not wearing any panties, “keep your eyes on that  door. The second it opens you tell them it’s time to play hide and seek, understand?"

You nod, bracing yourself as he aligns with your entrance. When he slides in, you almost let out a moan, but Jungkook quickly covers your mouth with his hands. "And keep your fucking voice down. You don't behave, I stop,” he whispers.

You shut up immediately after that, taking every inch, every thrust, and every violent snap of his hips in silent cries. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, the squelching sounds of Jungkook entering you travel throughout the empty kitchen.

Soon the coil tightens and your walls constrict around his thick cock. He growls into your ear and the sound makes your knees tremble. "Gonna come, aren't you?"

He lowers his hand so you can talk.

"Yes. Jungkook, I have to come."

You speak as quietly as you can, turning your head to look at him with your watery eyes. The pleasure threatens to take over your body at any second, and you aren't sure for how long you'll be able to keep it together.

"No, you want to come. Let me help," he offers, reaching between you to touch your clit, "don’t scream, okay?"

How?

His hand recovers your lips, and you grip onto his strong arm for support and for your sanity. Your nails rake over his skin, drawing sharp but hushed hisses from him. Within a few quick circles drawn onto your already sensitive bud, you’re reaching your release.

Jungkook begins grunting and groaning in your ear, some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. He buries his dick inside of you and fills you with his cum, making you moan due to the warmness in your womb. You both spend seconds coming down from your high, you both focus on the throbbing sensation as you overcome the sensitivity. He chuckles at the sound you make when he reluctantly slips out of you.

He quickly grabs some napkins to clean up the cum that leaks down your inner thighs and pulls up your shorts while you lay there slumped over the island.

"Go take a nap or something. I'll order pizza for the girls and we’ll hang out when you wake up," he suggests, kissing your cheek.

You wouldn’t deny his offer even if you weren’t fucked out right now. You scurry away to your bedroom to shower and sleep before the kids can see you in a post-orgasmic bliss. But before you can make it to your room, Jungkook calls out to you from the kitchen.

"Hey, you don't have to wait until the weekends to get some dick, you know? Just come over between 8pm and 3am."

Your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought of fucking him again.

“For sure. Thanks,” you say with a shy smile.

He leans on the counter, watching you with a smirk. “Anytime, baby.”

Fuck.

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friends & lovers || j. wonwoo

Happy Birthday Summer !!

↠ title: friends & lovers ↠ pairing: jeon wonwoo x female reader ↠ genre: fluff | smut | best friends to lovers | idiots to lovers ↠ summary: Sometimes the love you’re searching for has been right beside you all along. Patience is the key…the right moment will present itself eventually. ↠ rating: 18+ ↠ word count: 2.2k ↠ warnings: swearing | unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) | restraints (wrist pinning) | grinding/dry humping | clit stimulation | slight orgasm control | cumshots | crying | begging | love making | soft sex | pet names | nipple play | cum play | aftercare ↠ a/n: Happy birthday Summer @yutasthetic​ !!!! I hope you enjoy this small gift. I tried my best so I hope you like it lol. Thank you for putting up with me for a year and some change lol. Also, a huge thanks to Beezy @hobeemin​ for reading and cleaning this up for me. She helped me with all this and kept the secret so half of the credit does go to her. I love you both so much !! Summer, enjoy your day, love !! ↠ playlist: My Boo by Usher ft. Alicia Keys | Focus by NCT 127 | ‘bout you by Seventeen | Let Me Hold You by Bow Wow ft. Omarion  | Tonight I Celebrate My Love by Peabo Bryson & Roberta Flack | Candy by Baekhyun | By My Side by JUNNY | Boo’d Up by Ella Mai | Like You by Ciara & Bow Wow  

“People are staring at us.”

You both giggle as the carousel makes its final round, shyly peeking over your shoulders at the crowd of people watching you. Somehow, Wonwoo managed to get the ride operator to start it up with just you two on. 

Both of you hopped from seat to seat like you used to do when you were kids, and your parents had to threaten to take you home if you didn’t remain seated. Although you’re adults now, you’re still fond of the old habit.

“So, let them,” you shrug. “Maybe they’ve got eyes for the cutie on the horse.”

“Can you stop?”

Wonwoo throws his head back when he laughs and clutches his stomach, giving you a glimpse of the smile you haven’t seen in months.

Ever since he and his girlfriend broke things off, he’s been cooped up in his apartment, feeling down and not wanting to be bothered. You’re glad he accepted your offer to go to the fair and take his mind off things. He says he’s fine and looks better than he did five months ago, but you know that something’s still bothering him, and you hope that tonight you can dig deep enough to find it.

“Why would I? This is fun.” You both step off as the ride stops, feeling high off of adrenaline and bliss. Suddenly, you feel his fingertips at your sides, and he playfully tickles you, making you shriek and squirm. “Wonwoo!”

On-lookers coo and clutch their chest, mainly older couples and romantics. Neither of you even notices the admiration they have in their eyes until someone grabs your attention.

“You two are such a beautiful couple. May my husband and I have a picture with you? You just remind us of our younger selves,” a lady in her golden years asks with a genuine smile.

Immediately, you begin to break the news to her, but Wonwoo interferes.

“Oh, ma’am, we’re not—”

“Sure! I’ll take it. I have long arms,” he insists, taking her phone when she hands it to him. Wonwoo throws his arm over your shoulder and holds it high enough to capture all four of you. He takes the picture but doesn’t stop there. “Now one for us.”

After returning the woman’s phone to her and her husband, he pulls his device from his pocket and takes another, but this time he brings you in a bit closer. He wraps his arm around you a little tighter and whispers in your ear as he snaps the picture.

“For new memories,” he says to you.

You release a shaky breath when you disperse, and you can’t do anything but smile and wave as the couple bids their farewells. 

You never could explain the butterflies in your stomach whenever Wonwoo would be so close to you in that way. It always seems so intimate, but you wouldn’t dare say it out loud. You know it’s only those buried feelings that are causing you to react this way and nothing you should feed into.

When you’re finally alone, you turn to him and ask, “So, what now? Are you ready to go?”

“A little bit,” he answers. 

“Well, don’t let me hold you up. I’m probably just gonna go grab something to eat until my roommate’s done fucking her boyfriend. I had fun, so thanks for coming—”

You pause when Wonwoo shakes his head.

“I said I was ready to leave here, not leave you,” he informs.

“Oh, okay. So umm, where do you wanna go?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” he quizzes. “We can go grab something.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he continues.

“Or…we can meet at my place, and we can order something. You can stay over if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yup. I don’t mind,” he assures.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you—”

Your mouth closes when he gives you a look, but your smile grows when he turns away and starts walking towards the parking lot.

Both of you get in your vehicles and drive towards his apartment, the tingling sensation still coursing through your veins. You try your best to calm yourself before you get there, but as you get out of your car, your legs are wobbly and shaky, indicating that you are far from okay.

Wonwoo turns to you as his door opens.

“Wanna shower?”

You sigh and accept gratefully. “Yes, please.”

After a shower, slices of pizza, and movies, you and Wonwoo lay awkwardly in his bed. Both of you scroll through your phones, trying to ignore the thick tension in the air. There’s something on his tongue; you can hear it. You want to ask him, but you don’t know how.

Eventually, you start to believe it’s just your nerves. You haven’t hung out like this since before his two-year-long relationship, so you figure you just need some re-adjusting. You wiggle your way towards him so you can familiarize yourself with the feeling of being so close to him.

It isn’t long before his fingers start playing in your hair, making your eyes slightly heavy. You roll over on your back so you can look at him and try to stop yourself from falling asleep so quickly.

His smile greets you and leaves you slightly curious.

“What?” you giggle.

“Nothing, I was just thinking.”

“About?”

He sighs. “I missed you. That’s all.”

When his eyes begin to wander aimlessly, you follow them once they’ve set on a particular sight. It just happens to be your thighs, and you start tugging down your borrowed shirt upon the discovery.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, more to himself than anything.

You clear your throat. “Wonwoo, I’m glad you’re feeling like yourself again, but I don’t think I can be your rebound. I’m not—”

“What? No, love. It’s definitely not like that. It’s just…Fuck it.” He shifts in his spot so he can speak to you face to face, leaving you no option but to look at him, even though you’ve been avoiding eye contact since you got here. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“It’s about the breakup…why it happened,” he explains.

You blink a few times. You never knew the reason behind the split or how it happened; it wasn’t your place to ask. Now that he’s finally telling you, there’s an uneasy feeling growing inside of you.

“We broke up because we liked other people. She wasn’t over her ex, and I…”

“And you?...”

He takes a deep breath as if he’s about to lay it all on the table.

“I had to be honest with myself and admit that I’m really in love with my best friend,” he confesses.

Your eyes widen, lips ready to run a mile a minute, but he speaks before you do.

“I thought about this before, but the timing was just never right. And now…” he sighs. “I don’t know. I just feel like we’re on the same page, but then again, you’re looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Wonwoo, I—”

“I know. You don’t feel the same.”

The disappointment in his voice gives you all the courage you need to come clean, and you do so before you can change your mind.

“I do feel the same,” you admit. “I’ve loved you since we were teenagers. I just never knew how to tell you.”

He seems a little shocked after hearing this.

“Really?” Wonwoo asks, his thumb tracing circles on your hand.

“Yeah.”

Your best friend just stares at you, not saying anything. You hold his gaze and never break eye contact. Moments go by like this, until eventually, his lips begin to hover over yours. They become more inviting the longer you lay there waiting for something to happen.

However, Wonwoo toughens up and makes the first move on your behalf. His mouth presses against yours delicately, and he lowers his body so that you can run your hands through his hair.

You envelop each other and get lost within the first shared kiss between two best friends that have been denying their love for one another for over a decade. The pit of your stomach goes into a frenzy as the butterflies rise and flutter wildly.

Dizziness clouds your mind as you’re swept away by the feeling. You’re light as a feather, so high that coming down seems impossible. 

It doesn’t help that Wonwoo’s lips have become greedier, and his desire is growing by the seconds. Your legs part to allow him in the space, and he takes the opportunity instantly. Your wrists get pinned above your head while he slowly begins to grind his crotch against yours.

A moan slips out, and he takes the chance to invade your mouth with his thick muscle. Your tongues begin exploring each other’s crevice, and you become drunk off his taste. You can’t get enough of him but the need for oxygen exceeds your lust-driven fantasies.

“I want you,” you say without much thought. Your breathing is labored and rough, but you still try to speak.  “I need you.”

“Fuck, same. But…”

“But what?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “No condoms.”

His voice oozes with need, and his bulge is straining against his shorts. He’s as desperate as you are, but he’s trying to hold back.

“We’re good on this end. It’s okay,” you assure him. “Are you?...”

He nods. “Yes, of course. I haven’t since…”

“Well, can we?” you try again. “Please?”

“Okay, baby.”

Wonwoo lets go of your wrists and pulls down his shorts, letting his dick spring out freely. A small gasp escapes you when his length slaps your thigh. You lift your head to see it and instantly become mesmerized by its girth. You crave it and want it to fill every inch of you just like you’ve always fantasized about in your room alone.

“Like what you see?” He smirks when you nod and starts to run the tip up and down your slit, coating it with your arousal and secretly stimulating your throbbing clit. “Let’s see if you can take it.”

When he slowly enters you, your mind goes completely blank. You arch into him as he bottoms out, and he holds you and places kisses up your neck.

“Wonwoo,” you call, and he smiles against your skin.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes, please. I want to feel you.”

Wonwoo’s movements start off strong, and he makes sure to hold you in place while he thrusts into you, preventing you from flying off the bed. You cry his name over and over with each powerful snap of his hips.

He lifts your shirt and exposes your breasts to his greedy mouth, taking his time with each stiffened peak and making your eyes roll back from the multiple sources of pleasure you’re receiving. 

The coil inside you tightens until it can no longer stand the pressure, and you blurt out a warning to inform Wonwoo of your orgasm.

“Wonwoo, I’m so close!”

“Me too, baby,” he moans in your ear. You run your nails down his sweaty back to ground yourself because it feels like your soul will leave your body any minute. Wonwoo goes deeper and deeper until you can no longer stand the build-up growing inside of you. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

And on his command, your body gives in, and the pleasure takes over you. Tears roll down your cheeks, but Wonwoo kisses you before the salty droplets can reach your trembling lips. Your entire body is set aflame by the heat coursing through you. The intense feeling leaves you a panting mess beneath Wonwoo, and you just lay there as he fucks you through the rest of your orgasm until he finally reaches his release.

“Fuck, where can I?”

“Anywhere you want,” you answer. “I don’t mind.”

He can only nod as he pulls out and paints your stomach with his warm cum. Wonwoo uses the tip to smear his arousal and spell his name on your skin, making you giggle and slap his arm.

“You’re nasty,” you tell him.

“Anywhere you want… I don’t mind,” he mocks but still leans down to kiss you. 

You pout when he pulls away and disappears into his bathroom for about a minute. When he returns, you’re grateful to see him with a warm washcloth and a new shirt for you. He cleans you up and helps you change before he turns out the lights and joins you in bed. Neither of you say anything at first, but eventually, he can’t hold his tongue anymore.

“I really am in love with you. I would have never done this had you not asked. You’re more than a rebound—”

“I know that, Wonwoo. We’re good, okay?”

You turn on your side so you can hug him, and he nestles in your embrace.

“So, are we keeping this a secret or…?”

You release a breath before you answer, absentmindedly playing in his brown locks. You think about your answer for a moment, and then you reply.

“As much as I want to keep you all to myself… I’ve waited all my life to call you my boyfriend.”

“So what does that mean?” he asks shyly.

“It means…” You tilt his head so he can look at you. “If anyone asks, I’ll tell them the truth.”

Wonwoo smirks at you and returns to his position buried in your chest. He whispers as he drifts into his slumber.

“That’s my girl.”

And you couldn’t agree more.

[babecoups]

nights like this || jackson wang

⇢ pairing: jackson wang x female reader  ⇢ genre: angst | fluff | smut | slight forbidden romance | brother’s best friend au | idiots to lovers ⇢ summary: You have the worst luck when it comes to relationships, but sometimes the right guy for you is the one you shouldn’t have feelings for in the first place. ⇢ rating: 18+ ⇢ warnings: mentions alcohol | cheating | outdoor sex | protected sex | dirty talk | very light choking | spitting | degradation | biting | marking | soft dom!jackson, sub!reader | begging | clothed sex | one nonsexual spank | name calling | pet names ⇢ word count: 2.8k ⇢ a/n: This was written for K-Vanity’s Beauty in Bloom Event. The spring theme I used is just these idiots f*cking under the stars on a spring night so I hope that’s okay lol. Thank you @yutasthetic​ for looking over this for me. Honestly, this came to me while I was listening to his song Drive You Home.

“Get in.”

His voice is rough and cold, but he’s still a gentleman, reaching over to open the door for you. You climb in, avoiding his curious eyes so that he cannot see the streams of mascara that run down your cheeks. You already feel terrible for dragging him out this late; certainly, he must have had plans with someone more interesting than you.  “Thanks–”

“Will your friends need rides home too?” he asks abruptly, cutting you off before you can thank him.

You shake your head. “No, they left with their boyfriends.”

Jackson scoffs, knuckles turning white from how hard he grips the wheel. The music coming through the speakers isn’t loud enough to cut the heavy tension. He’s pissed, you can tell by how his leg bounces up and down as he waits for traffic to clear so he can pull out onto the street. The nightclub’s large neon sign grants enough light to see the rage etched on his face.

“And where’s yours?”

“He umm… He didn’t pick up,” you confess. There’s no sense in lying when he knows the truth about your dying relationship.

His car speeds off, leaving the city life behind. Now, you have to return to the suburbs, and reclaim the perfect daughter role. You look at him out of your peripheral, and are nearly blinded by the diamonds adorning his chain. Jackson’s always had an interest in nice things, much like your older brother. You can see why the two of them are best friends.

Jackson’s been around forever; he grew up with you and your siblings. Despite being three years older than you, the two of you bonded quite well. Your brother even told him to “keep an eye” on you while he’s studying abroad, and Jackson’s been doing just that. Although you’re sure he didn’t sign up to be the person who saves the day every time your piece of shit boyfriend ghosts you. But for the last two months, that’s exactly what he’s been doing.

“Of course, he didn’t. Fucking dumbass.” You lower your head once he gets on the freeway since there’s nothing else interesting to see once you’ve left the city limits. “How many times am I going to have to cover his ass?... What’s the point of dating someone who leaves you on read all the time?”

“It’s not always like this, Jackson.”

“Bullshit. When did you become so delusional?” he murmurs.

You try not to let his words get to you because you know he’s only speaking out of anger, but they stab your heart like a dagger. Mainly because you know it’s true. You want to believe everything’s okay, but honestly, your relationship ended weeks ago when you saw another girl getting out of his car. He told you it was his friend, but Snapchat said otherwise.

However, Jackson doesn’t know all of that so you don’t understand where all this resentment towards you and your soon to be ex comes from. If he didn’t want to pick you up tonight, he could have said no and you would have called an Uber or something.

“If this is about the ride, I’m sorry. You can let me out, if you want and I’ll pay you–”

“Y/N, will you please just stop talking!” Jackson’s outburst makes you jolt in your seat, dropping your purse and phone on the floor in the process. His fist punches the steering wheel so hard you fear he’s hurt his hand.

A heavy silence fills the air, and the urge to say something lingers on your tongue. But you ultimately go against it out of fear of upsetting him even more. Instead, you reach forward to grab your things, just as a text at 12:13 am comes across the screen. It’s him, and you unlock it to see what the message says. 

Him: sorry. another time?

That’s it? Not even an excuse as to why he stood you up? It hurts. All you wanted to do tonight is have a little fun with your girls and then spend the rest of the weekend with your boyfriend, like you had been planning all week. Suddenly, an act of desperation mixed with adrenaline courses through you, and your finger clicks his contact without much thought. The phone begins to ring, but Jackson snatches from your hand before it reaches your ear.

“What are you–”

He tosses it in the backseat carelessly, and speeds up, switching lanes to exit the freeway. “Jackson, what are you doing? That was my phone!”

You unhook your seatbelt and shift in your seat to search for your phone, but Jackson slaps the back of your thigh, causing you to quickly turn around. Once your butt is back in the seat, you look at him with narrow eyes.

“I can’t do this with you anymore,” he comments, staring straight ahead. You aren’t sure what that even means, but you’re too busy replaying what just happened in your mind. Did he just spank you? And more importantly, why did it make you smile?

Jackson can barely get his car in park before he gets out. He’s pulled underneath a bridge, in a spot you all used to hang out at when you were young. No one comes here because they can’t stand the sounds of the cars traveling above, but you’re so used to it; you’ve learned to tune it out.

You watch him as he walks around to the passenger side of the car and opens your door without explanation. “Come on.”

He pulls you out without much effort then closes the door behind you.

“Jackson, what’s wrong?” you quiz, but he responds by gently pushing your back against the car. 

The hand that’s resting on your arm moves to your nape while its thumb finds your cheek. He closes in, using his body to trap you against the vehicle. You’re more confused than a little, but you still wait for whatever happens next. Finally, he speaks but he only leaves you with more questions.

“Everything’s wrong.” The way he focuses on your lips, you would swear he’s going to–

You freeze when he kisses you. Your brain doesn’t catch up until seconds later, and it’s then when you finally mold into his embrace. The early morning spring air does nothing to cool down the fever that rises to your cheeks when his left hand ventures down your back. 

“You sure you don’t want to push me away?” he asks you, kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your shoulder.

“Not at all.” You try to pull him in for another kiss, but he stops you, and your lips pout.

Jackson gives you a look that lets you know he needs a straight answer from you. “Have you been drinking?”

“I pre-gamed, but that’s it. The bar was too crowded for me,” you answer honestly and Jackson’s features soften. However, it takes only seconds for you to pull him back in.

You start moaning when his hands begin to squeeze your ass, and eventually he lifts your leg and wraps it around his waist. His bulge presses against your center and shocks you with its size. You can feel him on your inner thigh and you can just tell he’s large and thick. “I don’t know where to touch first,” he mutters as his lips trace the shell of your ear.

“How about you just fuck me first?”

“Well, if that’s what you really want…” Jackson’s right hand moves to reach in his pocket before he pulls out his wallet and sets it on the hood. He fishes through its departments while he leaves a trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, carelessly biting your skin, and surely leaving marks for you to find in the morning. 

You watch his head rise to open a condom by ripping the wrapper with his teeth. The hand on your ass moves to pull down his boxers and sweatpants, exposing his cock to the night air. You gawk at its length when it springs out and slaps your stomach, and your mind wonders how it’s even going to fit. 

“Aren’t you going to take your panties off?” he inquires while he rolls on the condom, giving himself a few strokes in the process. 

You grab his face and trace your thumbs over his fresh facial while you wait for him to discover the obvious himself. However, he doesn’t seem to follow so you decide to just blurt it out. “I’m not wearing panites, Jackson.”

Jackson curses and pushes up your skirt to see if you’re telling the truth. When his thumb feels nothing but bare skin, his head falls forward. 

He sighs. “So you were expecting to get fucked tonight, weren’t you?”

“No, I wasn’t–”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Your words get stuck in your throat. You’re speechless. It isn’t like you have much room to argue anyway; you were expecting to get some tonight. Somehow, it just happens to be your brother’s best friend. “We all have secrets, baby.”

A silent cry has your mouth hanging open when the tip of his cock rubs up and down your slit to lubricate itself. His eyes never leave your face as he slowly sinks into you, gauging your reaction just in case you change your mind.

“Fuck!” Your entire body trembles with pleasure and then he knows that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. 

Your hands grab fistfuls of his shirt while your watery eyes stare into his. It’s a silent plea for him to give you more, to fuck you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

He chuckles. “Eager, aren’t we?... Just like a little whore.”

His change in demeanor surprises you, but has your pussy clenching and body craving to hear more.

“Oh, god. Yes–more. Please,” you whimper, pressing your face against his shoulder to muffle your cries.

He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him. “At least you’re a whore with manners, huh?”

Jackson picks you up and places you on the hood of his car. He spreads your legs and pulls you close, spitting on your pussy after he pulls out a few inches.

You rest on your hands with your legs wide, swirling your hips to match every thrust. “Goddamn it, how are you this wet?”

The lewd sounds your pussy makes should be embarrassing, but you’re too close to your release to care about it. Even the loud traffic above you can’t even mask the sounds of your skin slapping together. “Do you always let guys fuck this tight pussy wherever and whenever, or is this all for me? You just couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“I–”

“You wanted me inside of you?... Understandable. Everyone does.” Your eyes roll back when he bottoms out, reaching places that your boyfriend could never reach. The angle in which he’s fucking you takes you to your peak within minutes.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” you warn, gripping his arm for support.

His hand lifts to cup your cheek, giving you soft eyes before he grabs your throat, squeezing gently. “Go ahead. Make a mess, sweetheart.” 

When he winks, it’s like he turned on a switch. The coil within you snaps and the world around you begins to spin. Jackson has to quickly cover your mouth to block your screams, but he continues to fuck you and hold you close until you both have ridden out your highs.

Silence follows as you both stay in your positions until his softened length slips out of you. You open your mouth to speak first but he beats you to it. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“No. I enjoyed it. Really,” you answer, trying to get him to look at you but he keeps his gaze averted to the ground.

Jackson shakes his head, removing the condom, and then tucking himself back into his pants. He mutters to himself, but it’s too low for you to hear. However, after several seconds, he speaks up. “I was never mad at you. You need to know that. I just got pissed at him for leaving you hanging like that. That guy really doesn’t deserve you, and I know it isn’t my place to say that, but I just… Fuck, your brother’s going to kill me.”

“You don’t have to tell him, Jackson,” you suggest, and he scoffs.

“Like hell I don’t. That’s my best friend. Do you know how fucked up it is to hide all this shit from him?”

He misses the way your head tilts with curiosity.

“Damn it, I just screwed this shit up.” As Jackson paces back and forth, you hop off of the car and walk towards him. Ever since your brother left, he’s been acting a bit different, and on a gut feeling, you decide to ask him about it.

“Jackson?”

“Yeah, what is it?” he responds, not even turning your way.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

He stops walking and his body stiffens like he’s been caught in the act. When he shakes his head, you approach him and touch his shoulder. It’s then when he finally looks at you. “Are you sure? You’re like one of my best friends, and we’ve already crossed the line so just spit it out.”

“I can’t do that, Y/N–”

“I love you, you know?” you admit.

Jackson has to take a deep breath before he speaks, and the whole few seconds are like torture for you. It’s not a lie. You never thought he’d like you back since you’re his best friend’s little sister, but tonight changes everything. 

“Not in the way I love you, though. Come on, let’s get you home.” Jackson tries to walk away, but you grab his arm.

“If you’re worried about my relationship, it’s already over.”

“Y/N, you know it isn’t about that. Your brother–”

“Already knows I have a crush on you,” you interrupt. “He told me I shouldn’t bother you with my nonsense, though. Because you don’t go for girls like me.”

Jackson turns his body so he can face you. “Girls like you?”

“The wild ones. The kind that likes to go clubbing and stuff.” 

He chuckles. “What?” you ask curiously.

“I only told him that so he could get off my ass about staring at you all the time.”

Your brows crinkle as you think about the situation and how silly you two look right now. “So this whole time…”

“We’ve been pretending…when we could have been spending time with each other?” 

You nod.

Everything’s quiet for a moment, and you’re the one who finally speaks first.

“So, what now?”

Jackson shrugs, sighing as he looks around. “I need to talk to your brother.”

“No!”

“I have to, baby. If it were the other way around, I’d want to know,” he tells you, massaging the backs of your hands so you can loosen your grip on his.

“No, I mean… Can we do that tomorrow? He’s going to flip out and I don’t want to kill the mood right now, and–”

“Well, what do you want to do now?” he quizzes, bringing a smile to your face.

You point towards his car, and look up at him with your lashes fluttering. “Take me for a ride?”

Jackson laughs and wraps his arm around you.

“Come on, but no more texting that loser,” he warns.

“You wanna see how fast I can block him?”

He opens the door for you and allows you to climb inside before he responds. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Next week, you’ll let me hide out at your place for spring break?”

“Must you ruin everything?” 

Jackson can’t help but laugh when you flash him a smile, and for a second he just stares at you in awe, making you a little shy so you turn away. But his hand brings your attention back to him by turning your head in his direction. “As long as you promise me something.”

“Anything,” you tell him.

“The next time you need something, you call me first. Deal?” He holds up his pinky finger and it only takes you a second for you to wrap yours around his.

“Deal.” 

Jackson lets his hand fall to your thigh, and gives it a gentle squeeze before he closes the door. He walks around to the driver’s side and takes his seat. However, instead of pulling off he leans over and kisses your cheek. “Remember, I’m always going to be there when you need me so don’t be afraid if this doesn’t work out, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

He puts his car in drive and speeds off, hopping back on the freeway and merging with the early morning traffic. But he doesn’t take the exit to the suburbs or the one that leads to his condo. Jackson shows you all the places he loves, and along the way, gets you to fall in love with them too. Just as easily as he got you to fall for him. 

You aren’t sure how your brother will react when he finds out, but you know that the feeling you get when you’re with Jackson is unmatched by anyone, and you don’t plan on losing this any time soon.

[babecoups]

for kink hours

can you do a sub!jacksonwang with a orgasm denial? please, i love you!

🤍

Yes, I can!! And I love you too.💕

sub!jackson x dom!female reader - genre: smut - wc: 0.1k - warnings: dirty talk | dom/sub themes | orgasm denial | riding | sexual punishment | pet names | unprotected sex | marking | squirting | teasing - 18+

"What's wrong, baby?" you purr in his ear. "Fucked speechless, are we?"

"I..."

"You wanna come?"

Jackson nods, eyes closed as he tries to focus on anything but the tightness of your pussy. His nails rake up and down your thighs while you ride him, creating marks for you to find later.

His shaky voice begs for relief, but you continue to push his throbbing cock to its limits.

"You can't wait to empty your cum inside of my pussy, can you?" you taunt and he crumbles.

"Please, I'd give anything. Just let me. I can't hold it anymore."

You work yourself up until the coil inside you snaps, but instead of allowing him to feel the snug fit of your walls clenching around his dick, you abandon the shaft and pleasure yourself through your release.

He thanks you for the arousal that squirts all over his body and waits patiently to reach his peak as well. But unfortunately, he has not earned that privilege tonight.

"But you will hold it," you tell him. "Think about this the next time you touch yourself without permission, baby."

[babecoups]

the art of vengeance || ksj

⤞ title: the art of vengeance ⤞ pairing: criminal!seokjin x female reader ⤞ genre: angst | horror | smut | suspense | thriller | strangers with benefits | crime au ⤞ summary: An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.

If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.

⤞ word count: 2.3k  

⤞ warnings  (Please look over all the warnings before reading!): dark themes | mentions murder | crime | violence | strong language | weapons |  mentions affairs and infidelity | plot twists | torture | oral sex(male receiving) | gagging | masturbation/fingering | deep throating | throat fucking | cum swallowing | exhibitionism | praise kink | sadism | manipulation | trust issues | unlawful imprisonment | forced voyeurism | pet names | mention prison escapes | mentions killing sprees/hit lists | mentions arson | revenge | betrayal. Please proceed with caution. I am not glorifying or romanticizing any of these acts but the story does include all of the above. If you know that darker themes are not for you, then do not read this story.  

⤞ rating: 18+/R

⤞ a/n: This is my submission for the Bangtan Deadly Sins collab. It’s slightly edited and reposted from my old blog. The sin I was given is wrath which happens to be represented by Seokjin. I hope I was able to deliver. Please read responsibly.

You’re unable to recognize the man who was once so gentle and kind. His face is adorned with the same grin that he’s always used to lure you in. Only now, it’s much darker, more sinister than it’s ever been.

The man you admired is long gone. Only a monster remains, a damn-good looking one, in fact. Seokjin used his appearance to his advantage while he was in prison. He sweet-talked you into believing he was an innocent man, framed by the system. 

But shortly after you assisted him in his prison escape, losing your job and freedom in the process—you discovered that Seokjin should have remained locked away until he died. However, now it is too late for regrets. You’re too deep in the hole you’ve dug for yourself.

“Only give her what she deserves, angel.” His delicate plump lips form a smirk. You observe them carefully, wondering how they feel. Are they as moist and soft as they look? “I’m just gonna make sure this bitch burns for what she did.”

The woman tied to the chair begins thrashing and squirming when she hears those words because she knows better than anyone that he will. Seokjin shows no mercy, especially for his ex-wife—and honestly, neither do you.

What Seokjin is doing is wrong and unjustified, but this isn’t just some innocent woman he chooses to torment. No. She’s nothing but an evil bitch, and everything she’s getting is well deserved.

She cheated on him with a married man. On Seokjin’s birthday, he found her and her lover having sex in their marital bed. She laughed in his face and told him he was lucky that she was even still with his boring ass. She’d been using the money he gave her to buy her lover nice things behind her husband’s back.

Seokjin was furious, and his rage was inflicted on the other guy. He roughed him up and kicked them both out on the street. Of course, his leech of an ex-wife tried to tail behind her boyfriend, but he rejected her advances.

The man had no intention of leaving his wife, and that infuriated her. She killed him in the driveway, and with the help of her crooked detective dad, she was able to frame Seokjin for the crime. She took everything after his arrest—the money, the house, his business. And he was left with nothing and no one.

You decided to help him after you heard this story. Putting the pieces together, you concluded he was telling the truth. You felt for him, and could relate to the feeling of being cheated on. It wasn’t easy, but somehow you managed to help him escape from prison. You two have been on the run since—only stopping to check another person off of his hit list.

First, was the dirty prosecutors and judge over his case, then his ex-father-in-law, and now, the woman who started it all, the former Mrs. Kim. But you’ve dreaded this moment. Not because he’s about to commit another murder, but because the next person on his list is innocent in all of this. The wife of his ex’s deceased lover, who has nothing to do with this. However, Seokjin wants everyone to suffer.

You thought you could save him. You really wanted to be his reason to love again—but only vengeance lies in Seokjin’s heart now. It’s far too late for love.

“But isn’t that too easy for her, babe? What if we dragged it out a little bit.” He raises one of his perfect eyebrows with a bit of interest.

“And what would that be, angel?” He’s slightly amused by the sudden boldness, but also fond and a bit impressed. 

Curiosity covers his face when you drop to your knees. He clears his throat when you reach for his belt buckle, but does not stop you.

“Seeing you happy, that’ll kill her.” You wink at him while unbuttoning his pants. 

You pull them down enough to remove his dick from his boxers, watching how he bites his lip when you begin moving your hand up and down his length.

Seokjin releases a small sigh as your tongue rolls over the tip of his cock, licking up a small amount of precum that has seeped out. You use your spit to lubricate him while he hardens in your hand.

Seokjin grabs your hair and chuckles. “Angel’s gonna show you how it’s done. Maybe next time you’ll actually be able to snatch someone’s husband if you pay attention.”

Your mouth opens wide, and he guides your head forward until his dick touches your lips. You take him in until he’s nestled deep inside of you, moaning at the taste of his dick. Your eyes water from the stretch, but you adjust quickly by relaxing your throat.

Breathing through your nose and keeping eye contact, you bob your head up and down while slurping and salivating over his length. The muffled cries of his envious ex-wife only fuels you to keep going, and pride swells in your chest when you notice Seokjin’s blissful state.

You know his mind is no longer on the woman who broke his heart, but on the woman who tried to fix it. He acknowledges your efforts, and that is all you can ask for.

“Shit, I’m gonna come, angel,” he grunts, grabbing both sides of your head and holding you still. 

Seokjin then uses your mouth to finish himself off since time is limited and you cannot get carried away. You’re sure to breathe through your nose and relax your muscles so  that his dick can enter as smoothly as possible.

A puddle forms beneath you—a mixture of saliva and both of your arousals. Two of your fingers work at a rapid speed to provide the self-pleasure you’re craving. Your eyes involuntarily roll back in response to satisfaction from the feeling of having both holes filled at once.

“You feel so good, angel…gonna feed you well, okay?” Seokjin promises, and your stomach bubbles with excitement. 

The sensations of your moans drive him closer to his release. He thrusts deep into your mouth unexpectedly, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

Your orgasm also hits you without a warning, and your walls pulse around your fingers as you ride out your climax. Your sounds of pleasure have Seokjin shooting his load shortly after, and his cum warms and soothes your sore airways. 

You swallow him greedily, enjoying the way his humming travels through the room like soft tunes. It’s captivating how someone so cold has such a beautiful voice. It’s just amazing how ethereal and god-like he is, especially as he stares down at you during his post-orgasmic bliss.

“You’re everything I could ever want,” Seokjin whispers, slowly sliding out of you. 

He wipes away the tears you have shed and your cum-stained lips before helping you up and smoothing out the tiny wrinkles in your dress.

You cannot deny the joy that fills your heart when he says those words, but your breakthrough is short-lived when the woman bound and gagged begins to thrash around again. She’s angry, and you can make out the disgusting things she is calling you both.

“I think it’s time to shut her up.” 

Seokjin tucks himself back in his pants and grabs his machete from the table behind you, prepared to make his way towards her.

“Wait.” You grip his arm to stop him. The scowl on his face softens when he looks at you. “Let me.”

“Angel, I don’t think you have it in you,” he chuckles.

“But I’d do it for you.” He pulls you closer and you look at him with pleading eyes. “I just want to make you happy.”

And that does it.

“Okay, angel.” Seokjin sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He places a small kiss on your lips; it’s his way of showing you what little affection he possesses. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

You nod, and he pulls away before turning to his ex-wife one last time.

“You’re the one who should be calling her angel because she just saved your ass, bitch.” He tells her before leaving the old farm.

Once he’s out of there, you turn to the pathetic excuse of a human sitting in the middle of the room.

“Don’t call me your angel.” You remove your handgun from your thigh holster and set it on the table. “...because I’m not here to save you. The only mercy you had just walked out of the door.”

Her face turns pale when you pick up a knife and make your way towards her. When you straddle her, she freezes with fear. Tears form in her eyes when the weapon comes up to her cheek. You slide it under the dirty rag used to muffle her screams then tear the fabric so she can speak. The blade leaves a small cut on her skin in the process, but you could care less.

“Do you know who the fuck I am?” you ask her, and she shakes her head nervously. “Hey, open your mouth when I ask you a question, whore. You had no problem keeping it wide when my husband was shoving his dick inside of it.”

The woman’s eyes widen at the realization of how fucked she is. You smile at her and give her a second to take it all in before you speak. When she tries to look away, you grab her face and force her to return her attention to you.

“Gives you chills, doesn’t it? Looking in the face of your killer, knowing that this is the last thing you’ll ever see before you leave this earth. I bet my scumbag husband felt the same way.” 

“Ma’am, please. I’m so sorry for ruining your marriage, but I didn’t kill your husband. I swear—”

“Stop your fucking lying. I had been thinking of ways to get rid of the son of a bitch anyway,” you confess, and the woman is at a loss for words. 

“And honey, a bit of advice, cheat with men who are actually worth the risk. That loser was terrible in bed. But Seokjin…that man can please you without even lifting a finger.” 

A smirk forms on your face. “I had a blast fucking your ex-husband. Too bad I’m next on his little list.”

“You need to stay away from him. He’s crazy,” she warns.

“No…he’s pissed off. But so am I.” 

You move some of the hair out of her face. She’s by far one of the prettiest women you’ve ever laid eyes on, but unfortunately her soul is hideous.

“He’s manipulating you, using you to fulfill his twisted plan. You’re following him around like a lost puppy. Can’t you see you’re being used?” she cries.

“Ha! Is that what you think is happening here? Oh sweetie, you really are dumb as a box of rocks.” You get directly in her face. “Bitch, you have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you? I am the whore you’re inspiring to be. The one that’s fucking your man so good that he can’t even take a shit without consulting with me first.”

It’s your specialty; men always fall for the obedient type. All you have to do is worship the ground they walk on, and they’re hooked. They want your attention, need your approval, and that’s what gets them caught up in your web.

“You know I was minding my own business, and your homewrecking ass just had to ruin everything. You killed my husband—”

“You didn’t even love him!” Her interruption earns her a slap across the face.

“Let me fucking finish,” you seethe. “What I mean is that you killed him before he could make me sole beneficiary. I could have had it all, but you had to fucking be bitch.” 

You stand to your feet. 

“Now, both you and your handsome ex-husband are going to have to pay for it. I know he emptied your accounts behind my back, and when I’m done in here, I’m going to put a bullet in that empty heart of his,” you wink.

“Seokj—” You stuff her mouth with the torn rag before she can scream his name.

“Goodbye, love. I hope you pass out before the flames start scorching that beautiful skin.” 

Her screams and pleas fall upon deaf ears as you make your way to the exit. Hopefully, she’s learned her lesson about stepping outside of her marriage to fuck up another.

“…all of you motherfuckers can burn in hell,” is the last thing you say to her.

Seokjin’s been played too many times to fall for a pair of doe-like eyes and a nice ass. He knows exactly what you’re doing, acting all innocent and obedient. You aren’t fooling him at all. He remembers the twisted look on your face when you saw your own name on his hit list. All trust was lost at that very moment. Because he then knew that you were just as fucked up as he.

You are beautiful, intelligent, sexy…every man’s dream—but also his worst nightmare. The power your cunt holds over him is fatal, and Seokjin’s been playing a game of Russian Roulette. It’s going to suck putting a bullet between your pretty eyes, but it must be done. You’re just a snake that’s wrapped itself around his neck, and it’s only a matter of time before you constrict.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but you were hard to resist. And to be honest, the thought of wrecking the man’s wife who did the same to his satisfied Seokjin in more ways than one. It’s such a shame that it all has to end here.

“Babe, it’s done…light her up!” He hears your sweet voice call out from behind him.

Seokjin smirks as he cocks his gun.

“Don’t worry, angel. I will.”

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dream on || lim jaebeom (18+)

➹ title: dream on ➹ pairing: rockstar!jaebeom x demon!female reader ➹ genre: angst | smut | supernatural | slight forbidden romance | pwp/drabble ➹ summary: On stage the crowd screams his name, backstage he’s moaning yours. This is strictly business...or maybe it isn’t. ➹ word count: 1.6k ➹ warnings: alcohol consumption | smoking | supernatural & demonic elements | explicit & implied sexual content | implied spanking | multiple orgasms | pleasure dom!jaebeom | sub!reader | daddy kink | unprotected sex | restraints(wrist pinning} | creampie | dirty talk | forced orgasm | power play dynamics | pet names | praising | crying | clothed sex | public sex(if you squint) | biting/marking | rough & soft sex | unrequited love | pining | mentions contracts | pov switch | no happy ending ➹ rating: R/18+ ➹ a/n: this is unedited and written on a whim. it’s sad and i cried so, i’m sorry.

Thousands of people were just at his feet, singing his lyrics, allowing the strings of his guitar to take control of their bodies—they worship each and every thrust of his hips, every roll of his body. He’s their king, but to you—he’s only a peasant.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, closing the door to his dressing room. He waits for the lock to click before he ventures any further.

“Is it a crime for a girl to want to play with her favorite toy?”

You look up from your black manicured nails with a small smirk. He’s changed his appearance many times over the years, but this look he may just have to keep. There’s something about men with long hair that drives you mad, and you’ve always wanted to get your fingers tangled in some dark wavy locks. It must be your lucky night.

He removes his jacket and tosses it on the black leather couch before making his way to grab a drink. “You’re not a girl and I’m not a toy; now I’m tired so let’s make this quick.”

“You weren’t saying that last time,” you remind him, but he isn’t trying to hear your teasing. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he passes you.

You follow him to the mini bar giggling; he’s the first human you’ve ever followed—and the only. He’s lucky, and he doesn’t even know it. He pours a drink and you roll your eyes when he gulps it down instead of passing the glass to you. Grabbing the bottle from his hand, you take your shot straight from the source, exhaling as if alcohol could ever have an effect on a being as powerful as you.

“What do you want tonight? Honestly, I’m tired…just wanna get some sleep.”

“You weren’t too tired for them,” you tell him, setting the bottle down and turning to him. You place your palms flat on his pecs and purr when he flexes them playfully. He can’t resist your innocent doe eyes looking up at him and within seconds a smile forms on his face. “...but you’re too tired for me?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fucking brat?” he chuckles. The sound erupts from his chest and sends vibrations through your hands. You bite your lip to prevent the feral noises you want to make in response.

“Yeah, my father.”

“Do you even have a father?” he asks.

“No, but I always wanted to say that.”

You both share a bit of laughter, just standing there enjoying each other’s presence until the moment slowly fades away. Then, it’s back to business. You call his name, and he hums in response.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, his hands cup your face and he leans in. Your eyes close when his delicate lips are gently placed on yours. The pathetic world you stand on disappears and the only thing that surrounds you is the comfort you secretly desire.

You notice a change in his expression when you part; he seems surprised for a split second but recovers quickly. You can see the glow of your blood red irises reflecting in his dark brown orbs. For the first time your human-like mask falters, and he’s met with one of hell’s greatest creations. It must be unsettling so you avert your gaze until you regain control over your powers.

“Sorry,” you whisper, but he rejects your apology.

“Don’t be.”

“It gets worse,” you jest, but it’s the truth. 

“You mean better?”

“I’m flattered,” you respond, sliding your hands up to his broad shoulders. “So I guess tonight’s a no?...I’ll get going then.”

He grabs your waist. “I never said that.”

“But you’re tired?”

“My dick isn’t,” he counters, then he pulls you closer. “I’ll fuck you right here, actually.”

Your wrap legs around him when he scoops you up and lies you to the couch. His hands travel under your dress to remove your panties, but he discovers that you aren’t wearing any. “I’ve missed you…didn’t want anything to get in the way.”

“Good girl.”

His leather pants are undone in record speed. His sighs of relief once his cock is free from its confinements are pleasant to your ears. You feed off of his attention; he’s so willing to please you in every way possible, and you can’t get enough of his touch, no—you can’t get enough of him.

“So wet already,” he comments as he enters your opening. Slowly, he slides in and stills, waiting for the sensitivity to ebb away so he can slam into you with no mercy. He knows exactly what you want, and how to give it to you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the ride. “And warm too…feels so good.”

“The best you’ll ever have.”

He scoffs. “You aren’t lying.”

Your walls snuggle around him, bringing him comfort and security—something you’re certain you alone could never provide him. He spends minutes relishing in your heat before he delivers the first harsh thrust inside of you. Whimpers leave your lips when he nestles himself deep within you, selfishly claiming every inch for himself, as if you’d even allow another to touch you like he does.

They’ve shamed you for stooping so low with a human, but this feels too good for you to care.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby.”

“It’s too soon. I can hold it,” you pant, shaking your head in denial.

He grabs your wrists one by one and pins them above your head then he  buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your back arches when you feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your skin; you try to fight the urge to release, but he’s making it difficult. “No you can’t, and you won’t. Now be a good girl and make a mess for Daddy.”

“Jaebeom!”

“Don’t say my fucking name until you give me what I want,” he growls in your ear. His dominance makes you shudder beneath him. The pleasure has you giving up quickly and obeying his orders. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.”

“Fuck you–ahh!..I-I need to—”

“You want to come…so you should. While I’m allowing you to,” he chuckles.

Your eyes are screwed shut when your release comes with no warning. You cling onto him, listening to him moan your name and praise you for gifting him with the best pussy on earth. But you are no blessing, and you aren’t of this world; you’re just a businesswoman—who mixes business with pleasure. You owned his soul first, and now his mind and his body. He’s yours; regardless of whether you can say it out loud or not. Deep down, you both know who you belong to—you hope.

You can see your fucked out expression through his eyes, flaring red eyes and snarling fangs, but still he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful sight he’s laid eyes on. He worships you, gives you every bit of himself until he succumbs to his fatigue. He will literally let you suck him dry and still try to offer you more.

“One more for me,” he grunts in your ear, and you give him another and another…until you’re bent over, ass red and sore with tears rolling down your cheeks. He fucks you for hours and releases his load deep inside your womb.

You stay in his arms for a little bit longer tonight, running your fingers through his beautiful strands. His hands massages your thighs and ass as you sit straddling his lap. You sigh when you feel his soft kisses on your cheek, daydreaming of a life where you could stay this way.

“Jaebeom?”

He blows out a puff of smoke before he answers. “Yeah, babe?”

“How do you humans know when you’re in love?” The question has been lingering on your mind for too long; it really just slipped out, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“I dunno,” he sighs, tapping your leg so he can get up and take a shower. “I’ve never been in love…don’t really believe in it, honestly.”

Oh.

Whatever type of heart you possess in your soulless body drops to the pit of your stomach. For the first time outside of sex, you shed tears. Painful tears, mourning over something you’ve never had. Silly, foolish—you repeat those words a million times to yourself. Because you are, and it’s better you realize it sooner or later.

When he re-enters the dark, quiet room again, you’ve vanished, leaving his heart heavy with loneliness again. He often feels the regret of being too afraid to admit his feelings; he has to remember that your relationship is only business. You gave him his fame and he gave you his soul…the pleasure came much later. And somewhere along the way, he fell—and he fell hard. He just wishes he wasn’t the only one of the two who’s fallen so deeply.

Jaebeom frowns when he looks at the coffee table. An envelope, sealed with a kiss of your devilish red stained lipstick and a little message on the front.

“Here’s your second chance to find love, Jaebeom. Take advantage of it because some of us will never get to experience it.” 

A pain forms in his chest as his worst fears are confirmed. The demon that holds the contract to his soul no longer wants it; he no longer has ties with hell, and is not permitted to see her ever again. He may keep his fame and fortune, and live on to seek what his heart desires until he perishes.

But unfortunately, what his heart truly wanted just slipped right through the cracks. 

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