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I think it’s safe to say that you had the best kink Tober on Tumblr 
@cbini !!!!!
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UGH READING YOUR JISEOK’S SMUT WITH SEX TAPE 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️sending those sex tapes to the ex? why not! ruining a friendship over a girl he’s obsessed with? yes of course!?
also jiseok is that kind of person would fuck someone who’s on the phone at this point. he loves the thrill of making people know how good he made you feel! 🗣️🗣️
imagine lying on the bed, and he’s pounding into you then the phone rings. he took the phone and ask you to answer the call. as soon as you answer the call, his thrusts could be rough ‘till you can hear the sloppy voice from his thrusts or just slow and deep enough to make you hold your moans while holding your legs up. “answer properly baby. you don’t want them to know that we’re fucking right now, right baby?”
GLAD TO KNOW WE’RE BOTH SEEING HIM BE LIKE THAT
when jiseok falls for you he falls HARD. he’s the type to want the whole world to know that you’re his and that he’s yours. he shows you off and you’re always his top priority so ofc he’d keep fucking you when one of you get a call, he wouldn’t interrupt your pleasure over some phone call?! the moment he hears the ring he’d turn so excited over the possibility of getting caught because of your trembling voice 😭
he’d tease you so much if one of your friends picks up on what’s happening. “awh, poor thing,” he’d giggle at your embarrassment simultaneously pounding into you because you’re so so close… “you liked that, didn’t you?”
#💌: joocomics inbox#ty for reading my kinktober 🫶🏼#feedback <3#xdinary heroes hard thoughts#xdinary heroes hard hours#jiseok hard thoughts#gaon hard thoughts
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So excited to see what you post for kinktober this month!!! I know you said it may not be much but I love your writing and will love every single work you post!
i have wonderful news for you then 🫶🫶🫶 The Submission and Will That You Bring Me by snowypatches aka me
#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you anon you helped motivate me to finish this shit#please please please people give feedback on this i am literally tinkerbell i with wither away and die if i dont get attention 😭#yes this is me begging for attention. ive never posted fic in my ENTIRE LIFE i am SO SCARED right now 😭😭😭😭#those links are both the same btw#GFDI IM SO NERVOUS RN IM GOING TO TAKE THE LONGEST SHOWER EVER BYE!!!!!#gallavich#shameless#fic#asks#anonymous#mine#my writing#gallavich kinktober 2023
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the oscarmark breeding drabble awakened something in me, i'm vibrating out of my skin, it was SO good. YOU are so good. thank you for sharing your work.
oh nonnie 😭 i'm glad/sorry to have had a hand in this awakening LMAO 💕 but thank you so so so much, knowing these things are being enjoyed makes it so much easier to keep working on them :') <3
#asks#save#i really can't express how appreciated feedback is always but this month in particular like!!#i am doing kinktober to prove to myself that i can stick to something and i really am having fun doing it#but when the burnout hits (often) it's things like these that keep me going <3
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Ok fuck it imma do it and sleep
#posting then going to sleep bc waiting for feedback IILLS ME AND ITS A LONGISH FJF#not my longest by far but still#bold of me to post fluff/comfort during kinktober of all times lololololol#pls b gentle w me and my grand narumi plans#I just wanted to write abt watching the sunset with him
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I’ll be completely honest, that Quinn smut had be drooling and looking like this 😳 cause it just kept getting better and better. Literally looking forward to the rest of kinktober, favourite month for this exact reason
i’m so happy to hear you enjoyed it 💕!!! and yes i agree 100% i fucking love october for many many reasons, but kinktober is definitely top 3
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Could you bless us with kinktober woozi edition? Maybe some days with male partners 🙏 idk, i'm a girl and i'm most excited when you write mxm stories, it's sth different in a flood of same old boring prompts
oh lord. i was considering doing kinktober but i got like ,,, extremely sick and it threw off all of my planning time so i have basically nothing planned but ill see what i can do.
if i do end up doing this, i think ill alternate between m reader n gn (afab) reader for a nice even split.
also yeah that’s so real. i feel like all of the best ideas i have r mlm, not to discredit all the other stuff i write.
if anyone has any ideas for this potential kinktober pls send them in🧎♂️ i will need all the help i can get.
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For the event can you do voice kink with Killer, or overstimulation with Law? Male reader please! Trans or cis does not matter you can choose.
I love your stuff and I'm really looking forward to the event! 💚
Your request has been noted down (Killer with voice kink), thank you for participating ❤ I don't have any additional questions 🤭
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conflict conceal and confess has me😵💫😵💫😵💫🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 oh that was so sosososo good i have been trying to reblog it onto my fics side blog and for some stupid reason tumblr wont let meee😭😭 anyway that was absolutely fantastic i jumped to read it as soon as i got a notif you posted🩷🩷 much love!~
yay, i’m glad you liked it! 🥰
tumblr gonna tumblr with its technical difficulties, i hope it works out eventually 😂 but thank you for reading! i had so much fun writing it, definitely one of the more self-indulgent things i’ve written.
much love to you too ❤️
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bruh how can someone be SO good at writing.
Kinktober Day 1: Cuckolding
[kinktober masterlist.]
🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.
pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Minho x reader
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“What are you so busy with?” Minho inquires from his spot at your shared desk, observing the way you navigate the mousepad of your laptop with a knowing smile on your face.
“Reading comments again,” you remind him. “They really liked yesterday’s video.”
“Yeah?” Minho muses, beckoning you over with a gentle wave of his hand. “What are they saying?”
There’s a passing moment of silence as he awaits a reply- one you don’t indulge him in just yet, as your eyes scan the request for what seems like the hundredth time. The clean black text outlines a simple question, one that shouldn’t be as provocative as it is, considering it’s been published in the comment section of your very public adult film together. But the implications lie in an area too gray for even you to consider without an accompanying sense of guilt.
“What is it?” Minho asks again, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes note of the very clear concern that now washes over your features.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” you tell him, shaking your head in an attempt to brush off the question.
But Minho’s interest is already piqued at the blush that now creeps upon the apples of your cheeks, a smirk of his own present, too, as he brings two fingers up and beckons for you once more in a “come hither” motion.
“Don’t be scared,” Minho says coyly. “I don’t bite.”
As much as you want to ignore him, he’s difficult to resist when he’s sprawled over the length of the bed in nothing but a thin black tank top, one arm propping him up, while the other continues to gesture for your laptop. His biceps flex with the slightest movement of his slender fingers, and his narrowed eyes seem to bore right through your timid figure, as you finally oblige, hoisting yourself off the chair and taking reluctant strides toward him.
“Let’s see it,” Minho states confidently, allowing you to slot yourself between his muscular legs and present the bright white screen to him.
He presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder as he observes the way you scroll down several comments, and then navigate the trackpad back up once more, using your middle and index finger to enlarge the text and present it to him.
Your eyes scan his out of your peripheral vision for a reaction, admiring the way his big brown eyes digest the text from left to right, eyebrows furrowing when he finishes the short sentence. And then he reads it, again. And again- and perhaps three more times, before a breathy chuckle escapes his lips.
“That’s the request?” He says simply.
“I know, right?” You retort, shaking your head to brush off the sheer ridiculousness of it. “It’s stupid.”
Stupid, absurd- wrong. But perhaps also a little fascinating- rousing, even. An admission you’d never make to Minho, of course.
Minho clears his throat once, and then the guilt settles in once more when you hear him read the request out loud this time, the boldness of his tone quickening the pulse in your chest.
“Nice video,” he begins, the same smirk present on his face, still. “I love the way she takes your cock. Would pay to watch her take a different one, while you sit and watch.”
Your face cringes as he concludes speaking, his eyes not yet leaving the laptop screen, as he brings a hand up to run it through his silky brown tresses.
And then his gaze meets yours again, as he finally produces a verbal response to the request itself.
“Stupid?” Minho repeats. “It’s not stupid. It’s kinda hot.”
His muscular arms reach out in front of him to stretch, his neck cocking left, and then right, to relieve the tension in his upper body, and then he lies flat on his back, setting the laptop aside and propping both arms behind his head.
“It is?” You question, biting your lip as he stares at the ceiling.
“Mhm,” Minho says simply. “To me, at least. But if you’re not into it, then it’s not hot. We’d have to be on the same page.”
You desperately scan his expression for a sign that he’s joking- maybe even testing your loyalty. But his eyes remain shut as you think it over, his eyelashes only fluttering open to meet your gaze as he hums in your direction.
“How do you feel about it?” Minho inquires, his expression completely serious now, as he awaits a reply,
“I mean…” you begin, intent on telling him that you’re not so keen on cheating right in front of your boyfriend. But the fact replays in your head, that Minho finds the idea of it arousing. And you do, too, erotic thoughts racing through your mind at the image of Minho getting himself off to somebody else having their way with you.
“I suppose it’s a little hot,” you say finally. His reaction isn’t some grand display of emotion- nor is it rooted anywhere in the implication that he’s testing your loyalty. He simply hums, his eyes shutting once more.
“Then quote your price to the guy,” Minho says simply. “Whatever price you want. If you’re cool with it, then I’m cool with it.”
Your lips pull into an involuntary smile at his willingness to let you explore your preferred sexual endeavors, and then you pause before responding, your eyebrows furrowing in a state of deep thought.
“Who would we even recruit for something like this?” You ask him, glancing nervously at the laptop, which has now defaulted to its screensaver. “No one would be willing to go through with this-”
“Hyunjin,” Minho interjects casually.
You turn to face his satisfied expression, his eyelids opening to meet your amused smile.
“From that party we went to, like, a month ago? What makes you think he’d agree to it?”
“Oh, please,” Minho begins. He props himself up with one arm, leaning in to graze his lips just briefly over yours, yet he doesn't kiss you.
“He wanted to fuck you so bad,” Minho explains in a voice just above a whisper. “He also offhandedly mentioned something about some intense threesome he had one time. In Paris, no less. The pretentious fucker.”
And then his lips form a pout as he kisses you for just a brief second, before pulling away again.
“Plus, he was hot. I’d kill to watch him fuck you, too.”
The room circles with heavy anticipation, neither of you saying anything as your eye contact doesn’t break from one another. And your lips seem to mirror each other as they pull into equally satisfied grins, nodding eagerly, his fingers running over the trackpad as the colorful sequence of the screensaver is broken, so that he can type out a proper response.
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When payments are settled, Hyunjin is easily convinced one night over a conversation at a luxurious French restaurant by Minho, who doesn't even need to conclude the specifications before Hyunjin’s agreeing to it.
“You’d think he was the one offering,” Minho explains when he’s home again, half-buzzed on a glass of white wine as he indulges you in the details. “He’s almost as excited as I am.”
And on the night you’ve both agreed upon, Minho’s excitement is made evident in the way he bites back a grin, as he watches Hyunjin traverse your shared apartment’s entrance.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Minho says coyly. We’re going to be here a while, after all.”
It’s true that Hyunjin is no stranger to shared lovers and sexual escapades alike, having participated in a passionate ménage à trois in the French countryside one summer. But somehow even that was different- it was a gradual process, one that involved conversations of feelings, and futures alike. It wasn’t like this- an invitation from complete strangers, to be filmed for the whole world to gawk at.
“Up this way,” you instruct, ascending the staircase to your bedroom and beckoning for him with the wave of your index finger.
Hyunjin glances at Minho reluctantly, who ushers for him to proceed, already several steps behind you. And then he finally follows, hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark blue jeans, as he meets you at the doorway of the bedroom.
“This is where the magic happens,” you say with a warm smile, leading him into your bedroom and assuming a spot at the foot of the bed.
He’s quick to observe the master bedroom you two share, glancing curiously at the photographs in nearly placed frames that line the dresser across the bed. The duvet is pulled taut across the mattress, not a wrinkle in sight as you run a hand along the beige quilted surface. A gray armchair is placed in the corner of the room by the bed, angled so that it’s in good view of the bed. And when Hyunjin’s eyes follow the path from the chair to the dresser, he finally takes notice of the very professional-looking camera, already setup on a tall, black tripod.
“This your camera?” Hyunjin inquires, making his way over and fiddling with the shutter release.
Minho nods, his eyes flickering over yours briefly, as Hyunjin’s lean figure towers over the tripod. His stature is especially alluring like this, the sculpted convexes of his biceps protruding in the thin, white tank top he sports, as he taps the screen lightly and watches the yellow box focus around your seated figure.
“Are we already recording?” Hyunjin then asks, breaking eye contact from the screen to glance at you.
“Not yet,” you say to him. “We start whenever you’re ready.”
He swallows nervously, mentally formulating how this is all going to unfold. Of course he’s already aroused by the thin black lingerie you flaunt, and from the corner of the room, Hyunjin can hear the gentle clink of Minho’s belt, as he lets it find purchase on the wooden floor. But he feels less-than-adequate at the thought of how to commence the process; much less how to do it while recording.
You rise from your spot on the bed, making your way over at the same time Hyunjin’s fingers search for the record button. His fingers seem to miss it several times over, before yours are grazing his delicate skin, pressing the button with a firm push and watching as the little red light flashes affirmatively.
Hyunjin seems to be more aware of his surroundings now that the recording’s begun, overthinking every breath that escapes from between his parted lips as he towers over you. He wonders how the moment of passing silence will translate to your thousands of viewers, or whether they’ll comment on how he’s visibly much less confident being on camera than Minho is. But when he angles his face down to meet yours, his lips parted to say something and instead grazing lightly over your own, he is confident that he wants to kiss you.
“You can kiss her,” Minho chimes in from the corner of the room, as though he can read Hyunjin’s thoughts. “She’s all yours for the evening.”
All yours, the words echo in his mind. He thinks over his granted permissions to kiss you- and subsequently to pleasure you, even though your lover sits just a chair’s length away.
And then he finally indulges himself in what he came here to do, cupping your face between his calloused palms and pulling you in for a passionate, desperate kiss. Your lips work against his like you’ve done this several times before, and suddenly it’s not Minho swirling your thoughts, but Hyunjin, who tastes like the cherry chapstick he wears on his pink lips. He walks you forward as he tilts his face the other way now, gasping between breaths as his nimble fingers find the lace trim of your bra. He doesn’t make haste to remove it just yet, instead skimming his fingers along the elastic band and letting his towering figure guide you back toward the bed. Once at the bed, it’s you who falls back first, pulling him into your lying figure with your hands around the back of his neck. Fingers weave into his long ebony locks as his mouth advances to the crook of your throat, where he pulls the flesh between his teeth and litters fresh red bruises where Minho will be sure to see them.
And from across the room, the sight is completely foreign to Minho, who’s begun to feel a little conflicted as he observes the way you arch up into Hyunjin. He takes note of the way Hyunjin has several inches on him in height, making the bed appear almost too small, as he continues to paint your neck in love bites. Minho’s eyebrows furrow a little when your bra is finally undone with the careful maneuver of Hyunjin’s fingers, and then Hyunjin parts briefly to pull his own shirt over his head.
Once bare, Minho’s eyes travel over every inch of Hyunjin’s sculpted torso, admiring the artistic v-line just below his navel. His slim waist lengthens when he leans back down to kiss you, his hands now traveling over the curves of your breasts as his thumbs graze over your nipples. And when Hyunjin’s hands find the waistband of your underwear, tugging it halfway down from its original position, Minho feels his jaw clench in what he can only understand to be jealousy.
It’s a little envying to watch how swiftly you seem to respond to Hyunjin’s touch- a gasp when he pulls your skin between his teeth, a whimper when his fingers caress the small of your back, even the flutter of your eyelashes when he quickens his movements, rutting his still-clothed crotch against your upper thigh as he aims to find some relief. But Minho is well aware that he’s the one who permitted all of this to unfold in front of him, so he just remains silent, squirming in his chair as he unfolds his crossed knees and switches the leg he has folded over the other. He watches intently as you sit up now, your hands finding the button of Hyunjin’s jeans, as you assist him in getting fully undressed.
“You’re already hard,” you muse to Hyunjin in a breathless voice. “We’ve barely kissed.”
Hyunjin chuckles sheepishly, his eyes forming little crinkles as he snakes off his jeans and allows his erection to swell against his abdomen. His eyes flicker briefly over Minho, who can hardly make out the conversation between the two of you from across the room, and then he tugs off his boxers, too, exposing himself fully to the both of you.
“Am I allowed to say I’ve dreamt about this?” He asks in a voice just above a whisper, his hand coming down to stroke the length of his shaft gently.
“Yeah?” You muse back at him. “Dreamt of fucking someone else’s partner?”
“Dreamt of fucking you,” he corrects you.
His kisses resume between the valley of your breasts, and then his hands are spreading your legs for him, palms sprawled out over your knees, gesturing for you to lie parallel to the mattress again. When you do, Hyunjin positions himself so that his face is effectively slotted between your sex, pressing a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. And Minho can do nothing but watch, mentally assuring himself that this is all just for your shared channel. He’s been in Hyunjin’s position perhaps hundreds of times- hovering over your aching body, scattering bruises along your most sensitive areas and planting his face- and typically his cock, wherever you so please. One night of sharing you certainly isn’t going to change the fact that you still belong to him- and your loyal viewers will still tune in for your sessions with Minho, first and foremost.
An audible groan emits from between Minho’s lips when he watches Hyunjin part his mouth over your glistening pussy, and even at this distance, Minho observes the way you’re practically soaking for him. Hyunjin chuckles softly over you, amused at how eager you are for his tongue. And when he finally leans in to lick a long stripe up your folds, your face tilts toward the chair on the other side of the room, where you find your eyes locked with Minho’s. Minho’s pupils seem to tremble in tandem with your shaky responses, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, as your hands instinctively lower to tangle into Hyunjin’s tresses.
Hyunjin’s movements are skillful, and it’s clear he's done this dozens of times before, his hands still upon your knees as he keeps your legs parted for him. His tongue alternates between quick strokes from your folds up to the bud of your clit, where he then takes it between his plump lips, sucking harshly and filling the room with erotic smacking sounds. Your body squirms desperately in his touch, as though you might orgasm from the mere seconds he’s been working you, and then as though he can sense it, he moves back down to just graze your entrance with his tongue.
Minho feels his cock swell in his boxers at the sight of it, your legs coming around the sides of Hyunjin’s pretty face as you allow him to devour you. Your eyes don’t leave Minho’s, your lips attempting to pull into a satisfied grin as you watch him stare. Yet you fail miserably, your mouth instead parting to let out a series of staccato gasps as Hyunjin finds your clit once again and begins to practically make out with your sensitive flesh, allowing a string of drool to escape his lips and dribble all over your aching sex.
Minho reaches up to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead, trying his best to ignore the pulsing sensation from his now completely swollen cock, his tip kissing the fabric of his boxers with every shallow breath he takes. He adjusts his position so that his legs are parted over the flat of the chair, and then he observes as you simply nod in his direction, your eyes falling to his cock, too.
He glances down at his boxers for a moment, a little embarrassed at the stain of precum that graces the dark gray fabric. His eyes scan Hyunjin’s figure again, the sharp features a complete blur to Minho now, as Hyunjin remains buried between your pussy, just his locks of ebony visible, as he darts his tongue in and out of you.
Minho cocks his head once, thinking back to the original plan which he’d established between the two of you. Let Hyunjin fuck you on camera- and then when he’d gone home for the evening, Minho would have his turn with you. No cameras, no audience- just his worked-up body, and perhaps several hours to prove he’s still better. But as Minho glances down at his crotch again, he’s now certain he won’t be able to neglect himself any longer- not when he’s right in front of the dirty sight of Hyunjin having his way with you. He slurps up your juices as though Minho doesn’t even exist, as though he’s not just a few feet from the mattress his own lover lies upon. Your legs are spread so obediently for another man, your moans swirling the room in an orchestra of pleasure, like you’re trying to get Minho hard. And maybe you are, he thinks to himself, as you seem to nod again in his direction.
Minho’s hand guides itself down to his boxers, and then he tugs down them over his bulge, allowing the cool air of the bedroom to graze his erection. He exhales sharply when his hand makes contact with his shaft, grasping himself with just enough pressure to soothe the rhythmic ache that reaches his tip. His strokes begin slow, light pants escaping his parted lips as he watches Hyunjin pleasure you. He imagines himself where Hyunjin is now, remembering what it feels like to be bent over your lying figure, his tongue darting in and out of your entrance and then tracing your anatomy as you writhe beneath him.
And his eyes scan Hyunjin, too, his plump lips forming a pout to kiss along your inner thighs, his slender fingers maneuvering from your knees to your folds now, where he slots two fingers inside of you, pumping them at a fast pace as his tongue wags back and forth in desperate motions.
Hyunjin’s biceps are more sculpted than Minho had originally taken him for, and his chiseled face is a sight to marvel at when he’s finger-fucking you like his life depends on it. If he was going to bear witness to anyone fucking his woman, he’s glad it’s Hyunjin.
Hyunjin seems to take note of the groans from across the room, coming up for a breath as he glances in Minho’s direction. His eyes scan Minho’s erect cock, and then he shoots him an almost proud smile, as he shoves his dampened hair out of his face with both hands.
“Couldn’t help yourself?” Hyunjin asks, feeling more confident than perhaps ever before.
He’s sheen with sweat, his pink lips glossed with your arousal as he catches his breath for a moment. Minho simply shakes his head, shooting him an equally amused smile as he watches Hyunjin position himself on his knees. When he does, his cock is visible again to Minho, who takes a second to properly marvel at it. He’s long, and girthy, his tip appearing just as desperate as Minho’s was, for some release. Hyunjin chuckles lightly when he observes Minho quicken his own movements, little cusses escaping his lips as he strokes himself to the sight of your legs spread for him. And then he gestures back to you with the cock of his head, before speaking.
“You gonna fuck her, or what?” Minho asks, not slowing the jerking movements of his hand.
Hyunjin chuckles again, positioning himself over you with his own cock in hand.
“I might,” Hyunjin teases, his eyes meeting yours now. He adjusts his tip so that it’s just barely grazing your entrance, and then he leans in to brush a strand of hair out of your face.
“Can I?” Hyunjin asks, his mouth grazing over yours, but not kissing you.
You nod eagerly in response, glancing once at Minho, who hasn’t stopped stroking himself at the sight of you.
Hyunjin grins against you, his hand finding its way to the base of his cock again, and then he steadies himself up with his other hand behind you on the mattress, before entering you with a swift buck of his hips.
Your gaze meets Minho across the room when Hyunjin is finally inside of you, your eyebrows arching up in blissful pleasure as he begins with fast, yet calculated strokes. Hyunjin seems to have a method to the way he fucks, ramming his hips into yours, as loud squelching sounds fill the room all around you. And then he slows again, relishing in the sensation of your walls clenching eagerly around him and practically begging for him to quicken his pace again. His grunts are loud, his hot breath swirling against your sweaty skin as he fucks you tirelessly. And Minho can’t stop himself from letting out a fervent moan when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, lifting your leg up over his shoulder so he can hit an entirely new angle.
“Jesus,” Minho groans from his spot on the couch.
Hyunjin chuckles at the sight of both of you losing yourselves to his skillful movements, and he steadies your knee in the crook of his elbow as he moves a little faster now, his other hand coming down to you with your clit.
“Is this what you both wanted?” Hyunjin inquires wickedly, glancing down to admire the way his length disappears inside of you. You’re unable to control the erotic moans which escape you now, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when Hyunjin cups your face with one hand and forces your gaze onto Minho’s.
“Watch him,” he orders, also craning his neck to observe Minho’s movements.
Minho fucks his fist even faster at the attention of both your gazes, a little shy at the realization that Hyunjin appears to be waiting for him to finish. Yet when he glances between your tangled bodies, and observes the way Hyunjin ruts his hips forward only in tandem with Minho’s own strokes, he feels his cock twitch once in his grasp, much closer to his orgasm now.
“Is this what your viewers wanted?” Hyunjin asks, grinning devilishly as he speaks. “To watch me fuck her?”
Minho doesn’t reply yet, gasping as he thumbs over his tip just once.
“Must feel pretty weird watching her take another cock,” Hyunjin then remarks. “Probably wishing you were between us.”
Minho’s eyes squeeze a little at the statement, and he bites his tongue back from admitting that between Hyunjin’s toned body, and your erotic moans, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to be tongue-kissing both of you at the same time.
He can hardly respond now, simply nodding between gasps, as you watch him squirm in his own touch, desperate and on the edge of release now.
Hyunjin fucks you at a record speed now, showing no mercy as he pounds into you while Minho fucks his own fist, reckoning he can probably get you both to cum at the same time.
“Cum,” Hyunjin commands in a breathless voice, peering over his shoulder at Minho.
Minho’s eyes are shut, as the loud squelching sounds of his own precum coating his shaft fill the room. And then he lets out what Hyunjin believes to be a moan, caught somewhere in the back of his throat, as he finally catches a glance of Minho’s release. His tip shoots thick, milky strings of cum onto his toned thighs, and he throws his head back in a state of pure bliss as his hand begins to slow its movements.
From on the bed, Hyunjin can feel his own cock twitch once at the sight of Minho’s finish, and he leans in to press a sloppy kiss upon your lips as he slows his movements, too.
“Cum for me,” Hyunjin coos down at you, his disposition much calmer now. “Your boyfriend’s all finished.”
Little gasps continue to escape your lips as you attempt to kiss him back, instead failing, as your nails claw at his toned back. He thrusts into you several more times, the base of his cock grazing your clit with every stroke. And then his eyes shut, a stifled groan emitting from his plump lips, as he spills his seed into you.
You and Minho both agreed to it, but the feeling is foreign, no doubt, to have another man’s release inside of you like this. His thick white fluid coats your walls with warmth, and when he begins to thrust it back into you, is when you feel yourself let go around him, too.
Your arms wrap around the broad of his back, leg still positioned at an upward angle, as you throw your head back and feel your own release gush out of you.
For a moment, the two of you say nothing, Hyunjin simply steadying himself with one arm on the mattress as he catches his breath.
And then he pulls out again, slowly, the lewd sloshing noises filling the empty room around you.
“Jesus Christ,” Minho remarks with a breathy chuckle.
He watches Hyunjin dress his lower half again, his gaze falling to Minho’s as he fastens his belt buckle again.
“Have everything you need?” He inquires, gesturing at the camcorder. He crouches down briefly, hands sprawled on his knees, before giving the camera a polite smile and a wave.
“Everything, and then some,” Minho jokes.
You’re far too breathless to produce a coherent sentence, simply nodding at Hyunjin to relay your thanks. And then he’s at the doorway again, pulling his thin white tank top back over his torso.
“How much do you make from this shit, again?” Hyunjin asks, not turning to face either of you.
You shoot Minho a small smile, shrugging, and then call out to Hyunjin in response.
“Enough,” is all you say.
He’s quiet for a moment, adjusting the expensive silver watch you hadn’t realized he was wearing around his wrist.
“Let me know if you guys ever need another third,” Hyunjin calls back. “With that performance, safe to say we can negotiate a higher rate.”
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#like YES minho i want you to watch me fuck hyunjin#more like i want you to get in the middle#ah..#what can i say about that?#you know#i always wait for the end of the year so that kinktober can come soon#and a kinktober of yours couldn't be bad at all#so i came with HIGH expectations#and guess what#these expectations were met#i cant thank you enough for making this wonder happen to us#Thank you for choosing to write on tumblr#without you i wouldn't be happy#i mean it#LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO#HEHDJSSKEKMSNSJSKS#stray kids#skz kinktober#imseungminsgf feedback >.<
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seungmin tentacles was so fucking hot omg !!! and they end up IN LOVE??? please…. i’m on the floor and also whimpering .. sexy hot tentacle boyfriend hngndirbfnf
IM SO GLAD U GUYS LOVE THE ENDING IT FELT A LIL DIFF FOR ME TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT BUTTT THANK U SO MUCH <3
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THE HATE SEX WITH JISEOK IS SOO FCKIN 🥵 i can’t imagine when it comes to threesome with jungji, jungsu will be the gentle side and jiseok will be the rough side. damn i need them SO BAD?!
you’re in my mind anon 😮💨 that’s exactly what i was thinking when i wrote that… jiseok is fucking you hard while jungsu is talking sweet at your ear, caressing your hair and praising you for how good you’re doing for them i can’t fr…
and every time jiseok mocks you like “she’s so desperate isn’t she?” you’d expect jungsu to agree, but he would only chuckle softly and pat you on the head or something 🫠
thank youuu for reading 🫶🏼 i’m glad you enjoyed it hehe
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Oh my goodness wooyoung confessing in the end of the aphrodisiac fanfic (part 2) and it's a cliffhanger? Shame on you I love it so much
i'm sorry and you're welcome
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Ab Sanji's praise kink: yes reader on top! You read my mind <33
Noted!
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IM GONNA FUCKING CRY WHY IS HE SO SWEET
KINKTOBER DAY 3 - FELIX
TITLE: Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream
PAIRING: Felix x reader
SUMMARY: A scene that takes place between you and soft-dom Felix!
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: soft-dom Felix, sub reader, bondage, orgasm denial, teasing, edging, swearing, squirting, reader is wearing a collar, use of the word 'slut', use of a vibrator, praise, aftercare.
KINK: BDSM
KINKTOBER LIST - MASTERLIST
The rope dragging across your skin leaves a burning sensation every time you try to move. It’s inevitable to feel it when you’re shaking and shivering from the orgasmic torture that Felix has been putting you through for nearly an hour now.
He spent a few minutes before the scene binding the top half of your body with gorgeous lengths of white rope and fitting a spreader bar below your knees to keep your legs open for the vibrator that he comfortably slotted in between.
It had been tortuously pressed against your clit for the past twenty minutes, barred from ever cumming by Felix who sat back watching you squirm with impatience while he sucked on a lollipop. These types of scenes are his ultimate favourite pastimes.
Sometimes he’ll set you on the bed and bind you with rope. Then he would have all of your holes plugged with something - a ball gag for your mouth, a buttplug for your ass, a dildo, and vibrator that he would bind to your inner thigh so that it reaches your clit. After that he would return back to his desk to play again while you cum your brains out in the meantime.
Only after Felix has finished playing will he return to a mess on his bed from between your thighs. That allows him to then seize the opportunity to fuck you.
This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s engaged fully in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times.
“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”
This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s fully engaged in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times.
“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”
You slant to one side when you hear that you’re not going to be cumming any time soon. It’s enough to actually start making you cry.Tears slowly start falling from the corners of your eyes while you shudder at the cold news. Felix looks down at you, pouting.
“Why are you crying my love?” He asks softly, looking down at you with such warm eyes.
Your arms strain viciously against the restraints, “s’too much, please I can’t take it, please.”
Felix melts. Whether they’re crocodile tears or not, he’s fallen for it either way because he doesn’t like seeing you cry as a result of his own actions. So he leans down, his free hand coming up to the base of your throat before he kisses your lips tenderly. The strong strawberry flavour from the lollipop lingers on his tongue that it makes you want to kiss him for longer.
It’s mixed in with the salt from your tears when he pecks you a few times on the lips before he slowly pulls back to look at you once more. Felix pops the lollipop back in his mouth and engrosses himself in how fucked out you look right now. Your red bitten lips look more kissable when they’re wet, and your damp eyes blinking up at him innocently.
“So pretty,” he mutters quietly. “You wanna cum, hmm? Want to be a good little slut for me don’t you?”
“Y-Yes, just for you,” you whimper in a pleading voice.
Felix smiles softly as an idea comes to his head. He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, holding out the sweet to your lips before pushing past them for you to suck on. He pulls in and out a few times, gliding it over your tongue, and getting you to lick and suck on the ‘tip’, replicating a blowjob.
While he's letting you replicate a blowjob, Felix takes the remote to the vibrator out of his pocket and kicks the toy up a few notches until you peel back from the lollipop.
"Y-Yes...fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you," you suck in a breath of air when the pleasure starts overflowing.
It's been building up for a while that when it spills, so do you, literally. You reach the crest of your orgasm, chest heaving up and down while you cry out Felix's name. The euphoria starts to evolve over the long moments that the vibrator is still pressed against your clit. It sends shockwaves throughout every cell in your body, causing your vision to become patchy.
Felix watches your thighs tremble while he gently pushes some of your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, "good girl."
It all feels too good and ascending higher than you think it could ever reach and Felix hasn't let up on the vibrator as of yet. He pushes your body and mind beyond the brink of just a usual orgasm that's been built by edging. Felix makes you sink into sublime pleasure, causing you to squirt. It's not the first time it's happened, but he always reacts as if it is because that man can never get over witnessing it.
It splashes on the floor beneath you to which you can't help but feel embarrassed even though you're at the tail end of your orgasm. Felix dons a sick grin just watching it all happen in real-time. His level of need to see it is always insatiable.
"Baby," Felix purrs in a sweet voice. "That's my girl."
When you've just about doubled over from the intensity of your orgasm, Felix finally turns off the vibrator and helps you upright after discarding the lollipop nearby. Even though you've fully submitted to your restraints, he is quick to untie them and the spreader bar. There's only a short period of time before the very end of the scene where aftercare is needed.
Felix cannot and will not allow you to go descending into a sub-drop under his watch. So he helps you to your feet, dries your legs with a towel nearby and lies you down on the bed with him for a few moments.
"The floor..." you mutter weakly as Felix covers you in a warm, fuzzy blanket before scooting up in front of you.
He needs to take these measures before just throwing you in the shower. You'll both do that once he is satisfied that you're fully cognisant of things going on around you.
"I'll handle it soon, okay baby?" Felix assures you. "You just rest with me for now, yeah?
The warmth of his skin is enough to make you sleepy, and whilst your body is still buzzing, the sound of his steady heartbeat against his chest begins to calm you down. It's an incredible, timeless moment that you both want to live in forever - hoping that there's a chance for 'forever' to actually be real.
But you always both pretend that it is in order to combat the idea of being apart one day in this life or after. Just small times like these can get Felix choked up which is why he is so appreciative.
"Love you so much," Felix whispers to you.
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A/N: just about made myself cry at the end??? Also, this is a work that was meant to be uploaded the other day for those who are wondering why I posted twice!
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#HE KS SO SWEET#HE IS THE BEST#I WANT A BF LIKW FELIX#I WANT FELIX#HE IS SO FUCKING AWESOME#HE TAKES CARE OF MC SO MUCH#IM GONNA CRAWL MY WALL#WKSNDNDNJDBWHSHSSBSJAJSJ#has me week on the knees#girl if you made me feel like this with Felix#i cant wait to see my ult#Seungmin#oh Jesus#rosiewritesskz#stray kids smut#felix smut#stray kids kinktober#imseungminsgf feedback >.<
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YOU🫵 HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO FUCK SLENDERMAN AND SEUNGMIN❗❔ HUH, WHAT ANOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH HUH❗❔❗ And and and and YOU MADE HIM BOYFIE❔❗❔ 🫵 you are responsible for the way i barked in the middle of the store
THE BEST FEEDBACK EVER UR ALL POOKIE PIES ILY
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