#oh look my bias and bias wrecker

[highvern]

Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them. 

So you go as late as possible. 

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone. 

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial. 

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.” 

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch. 

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back. 

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is. 

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat? 

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week. 

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips. 

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit. 

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary. 

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt. 

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!” 

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.” 

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.” 

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s. 

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up. 

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this. 

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.” 

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?” 

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold. 

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck. 

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. 

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.” 

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.  

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager. 

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half. 

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case. 

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

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[nillachoco]

can't stop thinking about (whatever sport that is but I guess it's rugby?? correct me if I'm wrong)!riki x topstudent!reader (NOT PROOFREAD)

- like imagine your school is having one of the most important matches of the year, against SM, the two school known as rivals since God's knows when

- there are only few minutes left till the end, and altho you're not fond of sports you found yourself sitting at the bleachers, anticipation within you as you wait to find out the winner between the two schools.

- the only reason you're here it's because the guy who has been courting you for the past months was playing on the court at the moment.

- within the last minute, your school managed to score the final point, making themselves the winner of the season, the students from Hybe cheered, as you went down to the court you try to reach for Riki but he was surrounded by tons of girls congratulating him.

- finally Riki's eyes found yours as he tried to make his way to you "Hey" he says softly, smiling down at you, "Hey, congrats for the win, sport boy",

- "Soooo, about what you said earlier," you almost forgot about the promise you told him

"if you win this game, I might actually consider being your girlfriend, sport boy"

- "oh about that- I was just kidding", you said playfully as you look away, huffing, "What? no no no- listen Y/n, I know I've probably been annoying you a lot the past months but can't you see how determi-"

- you shut him down with a kiss on his cheek, "alright I'll be your girlfriend, Mr. I'm so determinated but also so desperate for yo- RIKI?!" you couldn't finish teasing him as he lift you up spinning you around

- "YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, I CAN CALL YOU MY GIRLFRIEND, EVERYONE LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND SHES SO PRETTY"

- "RIKI PUT ME DOWN!!"

- "NO, YOURE FINALLY MINE" you giggle at his silliness.

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a/n: idk man, this dude just be bias wreckering the living shit out of meeeee. also this is really shitty, and spontaneous.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 7: Stray Kids bias wrecker - Jisung✨️

The Heat

AN: We have reached the end of my milestone celebration! Thank you to all of you, new and old, for your support. You have no idea how much it all means to me <3 Time to end this celebration off with my other other arch nemesis lol.

Synopsis: When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.

Heads up: Han Jisung x Fem! Reader, Roommates AU, dub-con elements (because Reader and Jisung are under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but they do genuinely want each other), mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little, Jisung cums pretty quickly, mentions of multiple orgasms, unrealistic sex (Jisung cums more than once and remains hard), hypersensitivity, some usage of a petname for Reader and a barely there praise kink (f. receiving).

Word count: 3658

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Your roommate yells, all but slamming the front door open in his excitement.

"Hello to you too, Jisung," you respond dryly but, your curiosity is piqued. Angling yourself to get a better view of the brown paper bag in his grasp from your position on the couch.

"Sorry, hi. I'm just really hyped," he responds sheepishly, plopping down beside you, "but look!"

You're not sure what you were expecting, but a bag filled with cookies certainly wasn't it. "Uh, they look good?" You offer, not really understanding what makes these cookies in particular so special. The little pink hearts on them are very cute, you'll give them that much.

"No, no listen. These aren't just any old cookies. Minho and I stumbled across this kind of weird looking bakery, and the lady who runs it said these cookies are mixed with some really potent aphrodisiacs,"

Yeah, this is not how you anticipated your Saturday to unfold at all.

"So... you bought them from an apparently really shady bakery and just trusted what that lady said?"

Your words take a few seconds to register in his mind. Big eyes blinking at you owlishly. If he hadn't just admitted to something so stupid, you'd reach over to squish his cheeks because of how endearing he looks right now.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

It takes a great deal of effort on your part not to drag your hand down your face.

"Minho should really stop enabling all of your impulsive purchases and ideas,"

"To be fair, he was the one who dragged me into the bakery. I just happened to stumble across these," he says, motioning to the bag now staring at the two of you on your coffee table.

"My point still stands. Why did you buy so many anyway? Why not just get a few if you just wanted to test them out?"

"They were running a special," he mutters.

"I didn't realise you were this naive. I have some magic beans to sell you if you're interested," you tease, grinning as the tips of his ears redden.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. They weren't that pricey anyway so, luckily I didn't spend much," he reaches for the bag, fishing out a cookie.

"Woah hey, what're you doing?"

"Eating the cookies I bought? Like you said, I'm sure they're a scam, so I might as well eat them since I spent money on them," he responds with a shrug. Your anxiety building watching him take his first bite.

"Oh, they're pretty good, actually. Want one?" He asks, turning his big brown eyes onto you. Now, how are you supposed to say no when he looks at you with those eyes?

"If these are poisoned or something, I swear I'm going to haunt you," you respond, and your roommate takes that as a green light.

"We'll both be ghosts then. I don't think ghosts can haunt each other," he says with a laugh, the brushes of his fingers against yours feeling like electricity as he hands you a cookie.

You choose to essentially shove the cookie in your mouth to avoid dealing with that particular can of worms. Jisung was right. They are delicious. Flavours of strawberry with faint hints of chocolate caressing your taste buds. Maybe they were worth turning into a ghost for if the worst comes to pass, you think.

"See? They're good, right?"

"Yeah, I can't even lie. That's one of the best cookies I've ever had. If we survive this, you should show this oddball bakery to me,"

"Oh," and you immediately regret admitting to him that you actually liked it, "how the tables have turned. What was that you were saying earlier about reckless purchases?"

Rolling your eyes, you stand up in order to get ready for bed. Jisung's smugness more than enough motivation to finally get your ass off the couch.

"Goodnight Jisung," you say, waving him off.

"Goodnight," you don't even need to turn around to see the smirk stretched across his face. You can hear it clear as day.

Everything feels like it's on fire when you wake up the following morning.

You're absolutely drenched in sweat and your throat is beyond dry. Perhaps the oddest realisation of all is that you're wet. As in, obscenely so. Your thighs are smeared in it and you're almost certain it's leaked all the way onto your bedsheets.

What the hell?

It takes you some very long minutes to blink your bleary eyes open. Your muddled mind working a mile a minute to try and make sense of all of this. Last night hadn't been that hot so, there should be no reason why you're this sweaty. Plus, from what you can remember at the very least, you hadn't touched yourself before turning in for the night. So why in the world are you this wet? And more than that, why does it hurt so much more than usual?

'What is going on?' Is that question that echoes through your skull as you join the world of the conscious. You're due for a shower and a change of sheets, you think. You feel pretty disgusting at the moment, and a shower might just be what you need to help calm you down. An ice cold one.

On perhaps the strangest morning you've experienced to date, you don't expect to bump into a shirtless Jisung with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

You've seen your roommate without a shirt more times than you can count at this point. However, it's never made you feel like this before.

The throbbing gets worse. So, so much worse. Warmth flooding your face when you feel yourself gush onto the fresh pair of sleeping shorts you'd just changed into. Jisung is an attractive man. A very, very attractive man. You've had no qualms with admitting that in the most private parts of your mind and on nights when images of him between your thighs are the only thoughts that can push you off of the proverbial edge.

But it's never been like this.

"Morning," he says gruffly. God, that just made it worse. If you weren't too lost in your own spiral, you'd notice his blown out pupils and the glassy quality to his eyes. How they shamelessly rake over your body. How he has to adjust his hold on his towel so you don't notice how hard he is. How hard he's been for what feels like hours now.

"Morning," you squeak back in response once your higher order functions return to you. Practically slamming the bathroom door in his face and, sagging against it once you're alone.

What is wrong with you?

Taking a shower was minimally successful. At least you're no longer drenched in various body fluids, but you still feel as though there's molten lava coursing through your veins. Everything is just so hot.

Touching yourself while you were in there didn't help either. If anything, it only added fuel to the inferno that seems hell bent on swallowing you whole from the inside out. Maybe you're just in desperate need of a good fuck. It has been longer than you care to admit since you last slept with someone. That Changbin guy was nice and ridiculously attractive. Perhaps you should give him a call.

You're disrupted from your thoughts when you hear a tentative knock at your bedroom door. Jisung. Oh no, you're not sure if you can handle looking at him right now, let alone being in the same room with him. Your mind has been replaying the encounter from this morning over and over again. Even that hadn't helped you cum in a satisfactory way. Which is insane because thinking about him works 11 times out of 10. You must really need to be fucked.

However, you're not a child. You're not going to avoid your roommate and your friend just because you're a little (okay, maybe it's more than a little) more sexually frustrated than usual. You're more mature than that.

"Come in," you say, cringing at the hoarseness in your voice.

To your relief (and mild disappointment), Jisung has a shirt on. Though, the way the tank top leaves his broad shoulders and biceps completely uncovered isn't helping the to soothe the squirming of your insides.

Jisung looks exactly how you feel: like a total wreck. His hair is in dissary and sticking to his damp forehead and his cheeks are flushed with an appealing dust of pink. You wonder if this is what he'd look like underneath you.

"What's up?" You croak, looking at your bedroom door as though it's the most interesting object you've ever seen. He may have a shirt on, but you're not sure you can handle looking at him for too long right now. For both of your sakes.

"Does it feel hot as fuck for you today too? I don't know what's been going on, but I already took two showers today, and I still feel like I might pass out from heat stroke," he says, making himself comfortable on your bed. While not out of the oddinary, having him so close to you is sending your barely coherent mind into panic. The desire to straddle his incredibly welcoming looking lap clawing at your insides.

"Yeah, it does feel a lot hotter than usual today. Maybe there's a ventilation issue or something in our place? Because I checked the weather and it the temperature for the day is on the cooler side, funnily enough," you respond, wiping some excess sweat off of your forehead. So, you're not the only one who seems to feel...off, weird even today. Whatever is happening appears to be affecting Jisung too.

"Really? That's so weird. I thought maybe there was a heat wave or something. I don't know how much more of this I can take," he sighs, throwing himself down. The bottom of his tank top exposing a sliver of his toned abdomen. Fuck.

Before your mind can assault you with fantasies of covering his abs in your wetness, that's when it hits you. Those damn cookies. They have to be the reason you're like this and that you suspect Jisung is experiencing something very similar.

"Jisung, I think I know why we're feeling so hot right now," you rush out, fingers absentmindedly toying with your blanket.

"Really? Well, I'm all ears," he responds, turning to give you all of his attention.

Fuck, how did you not realise it sooner? Jisung's eyes are almost black with how dilated his pupils are. Desire flashing like a neon sign on his face.

You really can't afford to soak through another pair of shorts right now. Focus.

"I think the cookies - I think the cookies weren't a scam," you mutter, hugging your legs to your chest. Your face is so warm that you're surprised the heat from it isn't radiating off of you.

He just keeps looking at you. You know the moment your words sink in because his face quickly shifts from a pretty, pink flush to an almost scarlet red. His mouth opening and closing as he grapples with what to even say to you.

"What? What makes you think that?" It's his turn to squeak and avoid your gaze. Seemingly fascinated with your ceiling.

"What else could it be? We both had them yesterday, and now we're sweating buckets and -" You cut yourself off. Jisung doesn't need to know you've been wet all day. You should probably keep that part to yourself.

However, the universe is determined to make you suffer, "And what?" He asks, meeting your eyes briefly before turning away. His teeth toying with his bottom lip.

"It-It's fine. Don't worry about it, but, um just trust me. I really think those cookies are the reason we're like this," You stutter out, studiously ignoring the lecherous thoughts creeping back into your mind.

Jisung doesn't say anything at first. Just laying there before sitting up once more, his hand ruffling his hair, "I wasn't kidding when I said I don't know much of this I can take. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

That you can relate to. Intimately.

"The solution is pretty obvious," you joke in an attempt to lighten the thick tension in the air. It almost makes it difficult to even breathe properly.

Your words have the opposite effect, however. Startled, fiery brown eyes meeting your own. Jisung looks like he's seriously considering it, and you're not sure whether your stomach knots itself in hope or anxiety.

"Jisung, I was-"

"Do you want to?"

Now it's your turn to stare at him in stunned silence. Probably looking like an absolute buffoon gaping at him. Is he joking? Is this his way of getting back at you?

"Wha-What?" Comes your brilliant response.

"Do you want to?" He repeats, both looking and sounding deathly serious.

"You don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to. We can j-"

"I want to," he interrupts again, his cheeks darkening, but he doesn't falter in his words.

Your very hot, very kind, very funny roommate is offering himself on a silver platter. Even if you weren't so wet you could die, you'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," you whisper, meeting his eyes head on. Your heart thundering against your chest as you watch him shift closer to you. Barely any space left between the two of you. You're not sure who moves first, and it ultimately doesn't matter because after months of fantasising about it, Jisung's mouth is finally on yours.

Maybe it's the cookies, but your first kiss isn't gentle or slow or sweet. It's fierce and messy and desperate from the very beginning. Your hands not sure where they want to settle themselves. Alternating between pulling on his hair, pulling the most delicious whimpers from him or steadying yourself on his muscular shoulders while you two fall deeper into each other.

The gasp that leaves your mouth when Jisung nestles himself between your thighs is loud and throaty. He's hard. So hard and so hot that you can feel the heat radiating from him even through your respective clothing. Jisung wastes no time in covering your throat and jaw in sloppy, uncoordinated kisses while he shallowly grinds his erection against you. Greedily searching for any semblance of relief he can possibly find.

"Ji-Jisung," you moan, arching into his touch when one of his hands gives your breast an experimental squeeze. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he groans against your neck between licks and nips, thumbing at your already hard nipple through your shirt.

"Re-Really?" You manage to ask through the fog. "Really," he responds, impatiently shoving your shirt up and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. To say you were unprepared for the sensation of being enveloped in his wet, warm mouth would be putting it lightly. You're so much more sensitive than usual. It might be the cookies, or it might just be Jisung. Probably a dangerous mixture of the two.

You've never cum just from having your breasts played with but, there's a first time for everything if the increasing wetness staining your shorts and inner thighs is any indication. Jisung, for his part, is content to spend hours with your tits in his face and in his mouth. Licking, sucking and fondling to his heart's content while he desperately humps your thigh. The dream, really.

He's about to whine when you tug him off of you, but he's shut up by your tongue being shoved down his throat. Your hands frantically pushing his tank top up and off of him until his bare torso is free for you to explore. Smiling into him when he whimpers at the way your nails rake across his skin. A pitchy 'fuck' greeting your ears when you accidentally brush one of his nipples. Oh. Interesting.

Kissing and touching him is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, Jisung is fantastic with his mouth, and his firm chest is incredibly fun to explore. Figuring out which places garner you groans or whimpers or whines. Which ones make him grind into harder. Which leads to the other hand. You're so soaked and painfully empty, and kissing him isn't helping to soothe any of those flames.

"Jisung," you mutter against his mouth, your hands ghosting over the waistband of his sweats. Delighting in the way he shudders above you and his abdominal muscles jump under your barely there touches.

"Ye-Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me, please," you whine into his ear, lightly biting down on his lobe, "it hurts."

Jisung exhales a very long sigh against your throat, "You're going to kill me."

A breathless laugh bubbles out of you when he pulls away to shove his sweats down. Any trace of humour vanishes quickly when his cock smacks against his toned stomach. He's so hard that it looks painful, flushed an angry shade of red, and glistening with pre-cum. You can't help but stare. Your walls clamping down harshly around nothing.

"I thought you wanted to get fucked?" He asks with an arrogant grin on his stupidly handsome face.

"Shut up," you respond, lifting your hips and letting your shorts join the heap of clothing on your bedroom floor. It's your turn to feel a little smug when Jisung's eyes zero in on your pussy. You don't think you've ever been this wet in your entire life, and you're too far gone to have any semblance of self-consciousness or embarrassment.

Jisung returns to his position between your thighs before you can fire out any quips, his cock nudging your entrance causing your head to spin and a soft moan to slip from you. "Stop teasing," you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his broad back.

"So-Sorry," is all the warning you receive before he very gradually starts sinking into you. god, it's never felt like this. Ever. With anyone else. Tears accumulate in your eyes, and a few roll down your face with every inch he pushes into you.

"Are you okay?" He asks lowly, kissing your cheek repeatedly and halting his movements.

"Yeah. Yes, Ji, I'm fine. Please don't stop," you practically moan, clawing into his back when he mumbles a curse and continues.

You can barely think, let alone breathe when he's fully sheathed inside of you. His cock pulsing inside of you violently and Jisung quivering above you, hushed moans of your name and whimpers being pressed into your shoulder. A whine hitting your ears when you squirm a little and tighten your hold around his waist.

"Wait, fuck. Wait, don't move," he moans, his hands grounding himself with his hold on your pillowy thighs. You struggle to comprehend his words. Everything is so muddled and overwhelming, and he just feels so fucking good, and he hasn't even moved yet.

At first, you assume Jisung's increase in sounds of pleasure and throbbing inside of you is just because he's as overwhelmed as you are. Every single nerve feeling like it's engulfed in flames. However, when his strained apologies register, you realise he came. Hot spurts of his cum flooding your eager pussy and open-mouthed kisses being pressed into your shoulder between apologies.

"Ji-Jisung,"

"I'm fuck I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Fuck you must think I'm so pathetic-"

"Jisung, stop. It-It's okay. That was really hot actually," you mutter, and you mean it. If anything, you're flattered that you managed to make him cum so fast.

"What? Really?" He asks, blinking down at him. His pretty eyes beyond fucked out and sweat dotting his face. God, he's so pretty. Your pussy clenching involuntarily.

"Yea- Wait, are you still hard?" You ask, only realising now that he's still nestled deeply inside of you despite the cum that's gradually starting to dribble out of you.

He looks as shocked as you. Seemingly not realising that his own cock hadn't softened in the slightest. "Holy shit," he breathes, thrusting into you experimentally, drawing a whimper and your nails biting into his back in reaction.

"Remind me to go back to that bakery," he utters into your throat. Giving you little time to adjust before picking up his pace considerably. Between your wetness and his cum, he fucks into you easily. Your combined noises of pleasure echoing throughout your bedroom while you two lose yourselves in one another.

You've been teetering on the edge for what feels like ages. All it takes is for Jisung to find your sweet spot for your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your back to arch into him. Your lovely, lovely roommate fucking you through it all and exploiting your newly discovered weakness.

"That's it, baby," he groans into your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place and making you take each and every thrust he gives you, "You're taking me so well. You're doing so good."

Those words are going to be replaying in your mind for the rest of your life.

Your mind is utterly blank as the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced wreaks your body. Your thighs shaking violently, and your hands holding onto Jisung for dear life while you tighten around him. Fuck. Fuck. You're so full, and it's so much, but not enough at the same time.

"More, please. Jisung, please. I want more," you cry out, not caring in the slightest about the pathetic, desperate edge to your voice. All you're capable of thinking about is cumming on his cock over and over again and, him filling you with his cum until it's still leaking out of you days later.

"I've got you, baby," he whispers, the pet name he's grown a fondness for causing butterflies to arise in your stomach.

"We're far from being finished."

[soobinologisttt]

forbidden ties - kang taehyun

pairing ☆ taehyun x f. reader

warnings ☆ dom!taehyun, !stepbrother, !degradation, !unprotected sex !use of slut, pet names (hehe) princess, baby, i think that is all. (i proofread but if i missed something/ spelled something wrong oops)

word count ☆ 3.3k

my current bias wrecker lol

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taehyun pushes you against the wall with force.

"you're such a little dirty slut." he whispers against your lips.

you feel his hands roam up and down your body before finally settling on your ass. gripping it so tight that his finger nails were digging into your skin. you take a mental note to check for marks tomorrow.

"tae, we can't." you whine.

he doesn't listen as his lips make their way to your neck. lightly sucking and nipping at your skin.

"taehyun, you can't leave a mark," you gasp.

"no promises," he smirks against your skin.

you pull his head from your neck, cupping his face. and right before you can crash your lips on to his, he speaks.

"y/n?" he smiles.

"y/n?" he says again.

"Y/N?" you jolt awake and immediately sit up.

your eyes widen as you see your stepbrother, kang taehyun. rubbing them to make sure that he is really here and you're not still dreaming.

you hate being his stepsister. especially because you keep having dreams about him. he was unreachable and you know it. but the dreams wouldn't stop. night after night, you'd only dream about his head between your thighs, or his cock inside you.

that's all you could think about, at the dinner table, watching movies, it doesn't matter where you were, he was always there in your mind. would he be rough or soft? would he call you a slut, his whore, baby? would he throw you around like a doll or would he softly lay you down? your thoughts are leading you farther down the road of no return. and you don't know what to do.

you're mom is the only reason you know him and no matter how much you wish it was different, she is happy. after your dad left, your mom was miserable. you didn't even recognize he. she had dark circles, lost weight, and was drinking too much.

it was a coindence that you mom met kang taehuyn's father. she was out on a bender while you stayed at your grandparents. drinking until she couldn't even walk.

he recalls there being a man that tried to take my mother home. that's when he swooped in like a prince and prtected her. fighting off the man. he let her crash in his bed while he slept on the couch, like the gentlemen he is.

and the rest is history.

you move in with the kang's when you were just a junior in high school. it was rough leaving your home and everyone you knew. althought it was only a four hour drive, it still hurt. to add onto it, you lost most of your friends due to th distance and lack of free time.

and now you have a crush on your stepbrother. taehyun is the only person you have that is your age, but you can't help to want more.

to have his hand around your throat while he is deep in your pussy. you shudder at the thought. feeling yourself start to dampen your underware.

"earth to y/n." taehyun waves his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

he is sat next to you while you were thinking of him. how did you not notice the bed dip?

he is relaxed. head back against the headboard and feet up. like this is a common thing you guys do.

"sorry tae. what's up?" you blush.

"i heard you saying my name." he smirks.

you freeze.

were you moaning his name?

"oh yeah, you were in my dream." your face gets hot.

"sounded like a pretty interesting dream." he cocks his head to you.

you look into his gleaming brown eyes before turning away. smoothing out the wrinkles in your conforter.

that's when, unexpectedly, he grabs your chin and pulls your head to face him again. faces inches apart. you can nearly taste his breath.

"what was it about?" he smirks.

"umm, i don't remember," you blurt out in a hurry, "anyway, i need to get dressed!" you freak out.

pulling your face from his in a hurry. looking back down at the comforter that shields your throbbing cunt.

"okay y/n," he grins, "well your mom wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready." he climbs off your bed in one motion.

he walks to your door in while you look up. watching his muscle in his thighs flex. wondering what it would be like to ride his thick hard thighs until you cum.

you shake th thought off and just as you were starting to get up to get ready, he stops in the doorway. you look at him with a look of confusion.

"you look so pretty moaning my name." he winks before turning around and walking off.

oh shit.

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it has been weeks since you're incident with taehyun.

and since then you have been in hell.

sneaky winks, long touches, even longer stares, he was teasing you.

you feel guilty. he is your stepbrother. what would mom say if she found out? what would happen to our family? would she hate you? she is happy again. this would break her.

but all that leaves your mind when taehyun walks out of the bathroom. shirtless. all your common sense, all the red flags, all the voices screaming no go slient.

you curse your mom for putting your rooms across from each other. you left you door open on accident wanting nothing more to curl up in bed. and now you are regretting it. it was a bad idea, given that you are currently (and desperately) lusting over him.

he has a tiny black towel wrapped around his waist. his dark brownish-black hair, dripping water doen onto his sculpted abs.

he looks like a greek god. if he was, you would worship him everyday. hell, you would worship him even if he was a normal human. but he isn't, he is your stepbrother.

when you hear his door shut, you jump. snapping back into reality.

but you can't help but feel yourself dampening. wishing for him to come fuck you like you've been dreaming of.

it is a gulity feeling. you knew that you shouldn't be feeling this but it only made you want him more.

letting your lustful thoughts, you're bring your fingers down to your panty line. sliding it down to touch yourself through the soft cloth. rubbing slow delicate circles on your aching clit.

this is when you decide to be brave, looking at his door as you rub your swollen nub. l

you know is risky but you want him to see what he is doing to you. want him to watch you as you fuck yourself.

you imagine him standing in your doorway. watching you before coming into your room and closing the door.

keeping eye contact with you as he slowly walks to you.

"you like that baby?" you nod.

"touching yourself while the door is open? where anyone could see, your mom, my dad, me?" he grins.

when he reaches you he starts slowly climbing over you. making sure to place kisses over your clothing.

you speed up your pace even more. whimpering softly as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

his face is so close to yours as you lay back.

you throw your head back with a moan, arching your back off the bed as you grind onto your hand. wishing your imagination was real.

"such a pretty girl." he whispers in your ear, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as you."

you purr, "taehyun."

feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, you start rubbing at an insane speed. making your wrist ache.

"gonna come?" he smirks.

"oh my god! yes tae! i'm gonna cum." you moan.

"let's see it then, princess." you hear his actual voice.

and this time you aren't imagining it.

you didn't even hear his door open, but when you open your eyes, he is standing in your door way with his arms crossed.

"keep going," he growls, "dont let me stop you."

you oblige as you keep up the pace.

arching into your hand, you feel the knot in your stomach become increasingly tight before exploding. leaving you a whimpering mess.

"fuck!" you moan.

you throw your head back in pleasure. legs spasming in result of the intense orgasim.

he laughs at you but you are too busy in your euphoric state to notice.

"keep it up," he chuckles , "maybe i will just fuck you."

before you can say anything he turns and walks away. closing your door.

oh fuck.

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with each day that passes, your need for taehyun only grows.

to be on your knees, to have him on top of you, for him to sneak into your room, it was a constant battle with yourself.

you finally snap when your parents decide to take a week long trip overseas.

it was "spare of the moment," when they bought the tickets. it was a couple's bundle, so you and taehyun are stuck at the house together.

"taehyun." you knock on his door, shaking with anticipation.

"hold on! i'm playing a game. i'll be out there is a minute." he shouts from the other side of the door.

"okay, i ordered pizza," you shout back through the door, "i'll be downstairs,"

"i'll be down in a second." he yells before cursing something to whoever he is playing with.

as you make your way downstairs you start to think about the decision you are making. your mom and his dad just left. is it a good idea to continue with your scheme?

you shake off the thoughts. no way they would come home, they were super excited for this trip.

you decide to just go along with the plan.

you are bent over the counter, playing on your phone.

your white skirt is pulled up, revealing your black lacey panties.

you are scrolling on instagram when you hear footsteps nearing.

"what kind of pizza did you or-" he stops abruptly.

"oh. it's not here yet." you look over your shoulder, trying your hardest to look innocent.

but there is nothing innocent aout your intentions.

you turn your attention back to instagram as he stands there, dumbfounded.

as you get ready to turn back around, you feel his warmth surround you. taking in his scent. he smells like colonge, which you throughly enjoy.

"what are you doing y/n?" he questions.

"oh, i'm on instagram, waiting for the pizza to get here." you smile to yourself.

"is that all?" you feel him smirk against your ear.

before you can answer, taehyun reaches his hand around you to meet your pulsating clit.

you jerk at the sudden contact.

he rubs leisurely circles on your clit. making you shiver with need.

"taehyun," you whimper.

"so needy," he remarks.

he sides your underwear to the side, running his fingers up and down your folds. listening to the lewd sounds of your arousal.

"wet already?" you feel his smirk on your neck.

"nhm" you purr.

that answer was not enough for him, you know that when he brings his left hand to your neck. making sure to squeeze it until you feel lightheaded.

"use your words princess," he groans, rubbing his hard lenth against your ass.

"please tae," you whine as he pushes two fingers in.

the strech is almost unbearable given the lenth of his fingers.

"we gotta stretch you out, you're so tight,"

he begins to move his fingers at a slow pace, making sure to completely fill you to the brim with his slender fingers.

you moan at the feeling, needing more.

"more, please," you nearly sob, barely getting it out.

he happily complies, moving at a faster pace while makin sure to curl his fingers up.

you're a moaning mess merely at his fingers, makin you wonder what it's gonna be like when he fuck you.

you feel the beginning of your orgasm sneaking up you.

the warm feeling starting in your stomach, climbing more and more as he slams his fingers into you.

you can feel your climax getting close when he withdraws his fingers.

leaving you a moaning mess, on the verge of tears.

he doesn't seem to care because he instantly asks, "are you sure you can take me?"

you nod into the his hand that is still around your neck,.

"turn around," he grabs your waist and turns you around in one swift movement.

his dark eyes glaring down into yours, making your clit pulse.

he pulls your skirt up around your waist and hoists you up onto the counter. you instinctively wrap your legs around him, pushing him closer.

he slides two fingers back into your wet cunt while using his thumb to circle your clit.

your eyes roll back at the feeling.

"tae," you beg as you throw your arms around his neck.

he whispers into your collarbore, skin vibrating at the feeling, making you even more needy than you thought you could be, "can you be a good girl for me?"

you nod profusely, "yes tae, please please fuck me,"

"fuck, do you have a condom?" taehyun moves back to look into your eyes.

"no, but i am on birth control and i am clean." you look up at him with greedy eyes.

"i am clean too," he groans, before crashing his lips onto yours.

his tongue enters your mouth forcefully. both moaning as you explore each others mouths.

when you feel his dick twitch in his pants, you get an idea.

you grab his cock and start palming it. slowly rubbing him through his pants.

"fuck, y/n. you're so hot," taehyun moans into your mouth.

you pull back, "taehyun, can i, you know," you look down at his dick and back up at him.

"can you what? use your words sweetheart," he smirks.

"can i suck your dick," you say innocently, well as innocent as you can.

he pulls you off the counter forcefully by the waist and pushes you down onto your knees.

"are you sure you can handle it?" he says as he pulls down his basketball shorts to reveal himself.

you thought he was just being cocky, but he was not lying. he is long and thick. you gawk at the sheer sight of it. wondering how and if you can fit the entire thing into your mouth.

you have no time to think when taehyun grabs the back of your head and guides you to his member.

you open your mouth and take him as deep as he can go. making sure to wrap your hands around the base of his cock.

you whirl you tongue around his cock, hollowing your cheeks.

you bob your head up and down on his cock. making sure to use your hands to stroke him.

"fuck, y/n, your mouth feels so good," he throws his head back.

you moan around his cock.

he looks down at you, while you look up at him.

"you look so pretty on your knees," he smirks as he takes your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

you continue looking up at him through your lashes when he takes control over the pace. fucking your face while tears form in your eyes.

"fuckkkk, take it like a good girl y/n," he moans, throwing his head back again.

you gag around his cock. tears streaming down your face.

this tips him over the edge and he pulls out of your mouth. he lifts you up onto the counter again and pulls your underwear down, dropping them onto the floor.

before you could even react, he pushes into you, nearly filling you to the brim.

you throw your head back at the feeling.

"tae please go slow," you whine, as he slows himself down.

filling you slowly, he moans.

he moves down to place kisses on your collarbone before whispers into it, "you got this baby. you're doing so well," he praises.

you whimper as he starts to move. you lift your head up to see his expression.

"you're so pretty, y/n," he stares down, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this."

he starts moving slowly.

your nails dig into his shoulders as he fills you to the brim. you're nearly in tears from the pain. you're not a virgin, but you might as well be with the way taehyun is filling you up.

"are you okay?" taehyun brings his hands from gripping the counter to you your face, cupping it.

you nod, "yes, please move,"

he moves his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you closer.

you wrap your legs around him, causing him to go even deeper. feeling him in spots that you didn't even know existed.

"you're taking me so well," taehyun groans.

he is moving in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"taehyun," you move your hands to grab his ass and sink your nails into it, "please, please, faster,"

he pushes all the way in before picking you up and walking the both of you to the couch.

he crashes you both down on the couch.

mouth and teeth crashing in the process.

he is on top of you as you lay flat on the couch that you all have movie nights on.

"taehyun!" you gasp at the new position.

"let me hear you baby,"

you nearly scream when he picks up the pace.

hitting the spot that has you curling your toes like a ballerina.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you sob, throwing your head back.

"you feel so good, y/n," he moans.

you feel yourself tighting around his dick. the sensation is something you have never felt before.

just as you start to feel your orgasm approach, he pulls out, again.

you whine at the feeling of emptiness and the need to desperely cum.

"flip over," he commands.

you don't have to be told twice, you flip over in record time.

you feel him strerch you out again. this time he is even deeper. hitting your g-spot everytime his enters you.

taehyun places he hands on your waist.

"fuck, is this what you wanted y/n?" he questions.

"yes," you sob.

once he got his anwser, he speeds up. slamming into you at a brutal pace.

you continue to cry out with plesure as he abuses your pussy.

he slaps your ass, "what a slut."

"fuck, fuck, taehyun!" you feel the knot in your stomach start to bulid up again.

"you like that, baby?" he taehyun groans.

"yes yes yes, please don't stop," you sob out, "i'm so close," you squeeze your eyes shut.

"about to cum all over your stepbrother's cock?" he remarks as he smacks you ass again, making sure to leave a hand mark.

when he reaches around to rub your clit, your orgasm crashes down onto you, hard.

"taehyun," you scream out, " i'm coming, i'm coming, i'm coming," you repeat yourself in a haze.

legs shaking as the orgasm rocks through you body.

"fuck, you're amazing," taehyun moans.

he is still thrusting into you, gaining speed. you sob at the overstimulation, as he starts to slam into you. chasing his own release.

"you're going to take all of his cum, y/n?" he taunts.

you nod at his question.

"shit," he moans as he spills into you, breathing heavily.

he collapses onto you as you both come down from your orgasms, making sure not to put all his body weight on you.

you're half awake when you hear him speak, "that was amazing,"

you moan in response. too high on cloud nine to think.

you both lay there for a while. taehyun is the one that has to get you up.

"come on, we need to get you cleaned up," he pleads, "y/n, you are leaking all over the couch."

"one more second, please."

that's when you both hear someone struggling with the lock.

"oh shit," you both shoot up.

"we are home!" you hear your mom yell, "our flight was can-,"

you know that she see's your underwear on the floor. taehyun and you look at each other with wide eyes.

fuck

[myungjaes-luvv]

ej and angry sex 🫡

ej my bias wrecker…oh goddd YES PLEASE

warnings: degradation, pinv, unprotected sex (ej cums inside)

hard hours: open (bnd, enha, &team)

it’s hard for me to see ej as someone who’d ever be rough with his partner, but the thought makes my head spin. thinking about him getting jealous or maybe he uses you as a stress relief after a particularly annoying dance rehearsal.

he’d probably mix praises in with degradation, needing you to know who you belong to.

“does my cock fill you up? such a pretty whore for my cock…all for me…”

he’d fuck you at such a fast pace, holding onto your waist as he snaps his hips against yours.

it would totally take you aback, not used to him being so rough. though, it was something you could get used to, the sight of your boyfriend so worked up was just so hot…

(no seriously, could you fucking imagine the look on ej’s face- holy fuck…)

you couldn’t even get out a full sentence as he fucks you dumb.

“my little slut so fucked out already? come on, you can take it some more.”

you would whine out, unsure if you want him to somehow speed up or slow down.

when he starts getting closer he grabs your hips harder, his breath hitching. his thrusts getting sloppier as he continues groaning degrading words into your ear.

“oh fuck, fuck, take it, take it all…fucking whore,”

and he’d finish inside of you, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy as he rides out his high.

when he comes down and finally pulls out, he collapses next to you. he takes a second to catch his breath before cleaning the two of you up.

“i wasn’t…was that too much?” “…can you be angry with me more often?”

he’d give the best aftercare too-

okay BYE thank you🫶

[mykoreanlove]

Hi gorgeous 💞

I have been binge reading your stories, loved it so much 💖

I hope it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so I was wondering if you could write hyunjin (my bias) x f reader (me) x Bang chan (my bias wrecker) smut ff? Both of them dom and they give the reader a birthday gift (surprise me with your writing).

I would really appreciate it 🥺

Bye 👋

Hi cutie - thank you so much for reading and supporting <3 I always get the most hate when I write about Hyunjin, so it's nice to see that you're enjoying my stories.

I wish you a happy birthday, hopefully you get celebrated the way you deserve to be! :)

I'm currently sick in bed but wanted to write something spicy for you, let me know if you liked it.

All the best <3

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A birthday to remember

Hyunjin had frowned three years in a row as he had watched you unravel your birthday presents in an unimpressed manner.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never get it right. Sure, you were grateful about all the things he got you, but he knew you well enough to understand that you were smiling out of politeness, rather than pure and utter joy. 

Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his hands; he was more than acquainted with the way you threw your head back and tried to hide the little creases that formed next to your eyes when you were laughing wholeheartedly. He was familiar with how your eyes shined brightly or how your whole body vibrated with energy when you were deeply happy.

Unfortunately, his birthday presents had never gotten that reaction out of you.

This time however, he vowed to find the right gift for you. The perfect present that would sweep you off your feet.

That was his plan at least.

It was a late night at the company office and Hyunjin was dancing with his band mates, practicing for the upcoming tour. He messed up a lot of steps as his mind was too occupied with you. In his bag was a very expensive piece of jewelry, one that he had handcrafted himself, but he was still bothered by the thought of you not liking it. 

He took a glance at the clock on the wall - it was nearly midnight which meant it was your birthday in a couple of minutes. 

„Guys, let’s stop for tonight.“

Chan shut off the music and replied to some mails on his laptop while the others got up and left.

„Oh hey, y/n.“, Felix greeted cheerily on his way out.

Hyunjin shot up panicked, looking at you frantically.

„Babe, what are you doing here?“ 

You entered the practice room and shut the door behind you, laughing shyly. 

„Always happy to see you, too, my lovely boyfriend.“ 

You stuck out your tongue and walked towards him, hugging him tightly.

„Babe, I’m all sweaty. And besides, didn’t we agree to spend your birthday starting tomorrow morning? I had it all planned out…“, he whined.

You chuckled as you kissed his adorable pout, reassuring him.

„I couldn’t stand away from you, Jinnie. Are you mad?“

„Of course not, baby.“, he mumbled while kissing you. 

Your make-out session got interrupted by Chan who was clearing his throat.

„Y/N, hi. Always great to see you. Listen, Hyunjin promised to help me out with my workout since Changbin had already left. Can I borrow him for a second?“

You shrugged your shoulders and took a seat on the couch.

„Be my guest, Chan.“ 

Chan got on his back and started working on his abs while Hyunjin was monitoring his movements.

You were so entranced by watching them, Chan in particular. You always had a soft spot for him - sometimes even fantasizing about being fucked by him. You were in love with Hyunjin, oh you absolutely were, but sometimes you couldn’t help but lust after Chan’s broad shoulders and fantasize about licking his abs.

Sweat was building on his temples as he was working hard. 

Suddenly, you felt hot, licking your lips, and imagining what it would be like to be trapped underneath him with his sweat dropping on to you. Your gaze switched to your boyfriend who was holding him in place firmly and suddenly you imagined being trapped between both of them, held in place by one while the other was fucking you into oblivion.

You squeezed your legs, totally unaware of the fact that Hyunjin was watching you through the mirror.

He on the other hand smirked smugly, suddenly realizing what would make the perfect birthday present for you.

„Hyung, can you do the rest by yourself? There’s something I have to do.“, Hyunjin whispered. 

„Eh? Oh sure, go ahead.“ 

Hyunjin got up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your wrist and ushering you out of the room. 

„Where are we going?“

„Shut up and follow me.“, he hissed at you.

The heat in your body started to rise, spreading through every cell of your being.

Hyunjin was the most romantic and caring man you had ever dated unless it came to sex - he was an absolute asshole when it came to sex.

And you loved it. 

He was degrading, he was mean, he was everything that would make you cry under normal circumstances but being treated like that while he had his dick shoved into you?

Priceless.

He pushed you into the shower room, closing the door behind him. You stood still and waited for his command, automatically falling into the role of the submissive one.

He walked over to the other side of the room and leaned against the cold sink while watching you. 

„Take it all off.“, he said sternly. 

You started undressing, silently slipping out of the flower dress you were wearing. You stood before him in nothing but red lingerie. 

„I said take it all off.“, he hissed annoyed. 

Your fingers went behind your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it in the next corner while looking at him obediently. 

Hyunjin watched you with eyes that were filled with darkness and desire, while you were slipping your fingers into your lacy panties, sliding them off. 

He uncrossed his arms and propped himself on the sink, taking you all in. Even though it was your birthday he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. 

„Come here.“, he commanded. 

You made your way over to him, excited about what was to come. 

„Get on your knees.“

You did as he said and kneeled before him, suddenly painfully aware of the cold surroundings. Instinctively, you fumbled with his pants, but he slapped away your hand.

„Did I say you could?“

You shook your head in shame. Hyunjin grabbed your chin forcefully and tilted your head, looking into your eyes strongly.

„Listen, brat. Did I say you could?“ 

„No...No…“, you stuttered.

„No what?“

„No, Mr. Hwang.“, you replied hastily. 

Hyunjin let go of you, slightly content as he watched you cowering in front of him.

„Now, tell me what you want.“

„I want you.“, you whispered silently.

Hyunjin walked behind you and tied your silky hair into a ponytail while repeating his question.

„Couldn’t hear you.“, he whispered into your ear.

„I want you.“, you said proudly.

He yanked your hair back, pulling at your ponytail.

„I want you what?“

„I want you, Mr. Hwang. I want you, Mr. Hwang, sir.“, you explained hastily. 

He let go of you as he cooed into your ear.

„Good girl.“

He had not even started yet, and you felt yourself leaking already. 

Hyunjin went back to the sink and positioned himself in front of you. He pulled down his pants, giving away his enormous erection. 

You gasped at the sight - he still had the same effect on you. 

„Tell me what you want to do to me. Now.“, he commanded sternly. 

You gulped, trying to hold yourself back.

„Touch you. Kiss your cock. Lick it. Suck on it. Make you cum. On me. In me. Swallow it all. I really want to, Mr. Hwang.“

You looked up at him shyly, waiting for his sign to proceed. However, you didn’t notice his green light as you were admiring his ethereal beauty. God, he was beyond beautiful. Your hands wandered to his shaft greedily, tracing along the veins of his cock. Silver pre-cum was glistening on his tip, getting all your attention. You felt his hand slap your cheek as you were about to suck him off. 

You shot back, touching the reddened, tingling area. 

„Did I say you could?“

You shook your head hastily. 

„No. No, you didn’t. I am sorry, Mr. Hwang.“

He smirked devilishly.

„Oh, you will be, baby. You will be.“

You approached him again, placing your hands flat on his thighs.

„May I suck you off, Mr. Hwang?“

You could have sworn his dick got harder hearing you talk like that. His eyes were piercing through you by now.

„You really want to, huh?“

„Yes, Mr. Hwang. Please let me be good for you.“, you begged silently.

„Fine. Be a good girl then.“

Your eyes sparkled at his approval while your lips got to work immediately.

You moaned the sweetest moans while you swallowed him all, he was as tasty as he was gorgeous. Hyunjin knew that he could use you as he pleased, so he did just that.

„Let me fuck your throat, baby.“

He pushed himself into you, harder and faster, which made you whimper and nearly choke on his dick. You were looking at him with tears in your eyes, loving every second of it.

He was breathing heavily while fucking your mouth, the vein on his forehead already popping out. 

„That’s right, baby. Take me like the dirty slut you are. Take all of me.“

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth in your throat, tasting his savory cum on your tongue. 

You closed your eyes in enjoyment. You felt your best when he used you like that; when you were of service like that.

Hyunjin patted your head, loving you with all his heart exactly for all that you were.

Naughty and nice.

However, he wasn’t done just yet.

Chan was about to enter the shower room any minute, his workout had to be done by now. And once he entered? He would be greeted with the most perfect ass kneeling on the floor, sucking on his friend’s dick. Who could resist that?

Hyunjin smiled to himself, being utterly proud of his genius plan which would make him boyfriend of the century.

You opened your eyes again as you noticed the door behind you open. Panic flooded your system; you were kneeling butt-naked on the floor with Hyunjin’s dick in your mouth. Would you get in trouble?

“Didn’t expect to see that”, you heard Chan proclaim as he entered the shower room.

You looked up at Hyunjin with panic in your eyes, but he remained calm about it. Smug even. You tried to make sense of the situation, but he reassured you that everything was okay.

“Just enjoy it, baby”, he winked at you.

“Get up”, you heard Chan command.

You glanced one last time at Hyunjin who nodded his head, transferring control over to his hyung.

Shakily, you got on your feet and waited.

“Now turn around.”

Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat as he saw you in your rawest form. He had always thought that you were absolutely beautiful, breath-taking even but every time a thought like that entered his mind, he shut it out. He would never cross boundaries like that but on rare occasions he jerked off to the sound of you being fucked by his friend in the next room.

Chan knew that you thought about him in that way, too, as he had often caught you glaring at him while he was changing clothes or working out. He would have never assumed though that Hyunjin would share you; at least not like that.

“I heard it’s your birthday, y/n?”

You shook your head eagerly.

Chan approached you and whispered into your ear seductively.

“Tell me, baby girl, what do you want then?”

Your head was about to explode – was this really happening? His long fingers traced the soft skin on your collarbones, making his way down to your breasts. Chan circled around your nipples softly but squeezed them forcefully after as you had not replied quickly enough.

“I said what do you want, baby girl?”

“Fuck me.”, you whispered silently.

“Hmm? A bit louder, baby girl.”

“Fuck me!, you boldly proclaimed.

A warm chuckle escaped his lips, making his chest tremble in amusement. He was circling around you, eyeing you like prey.

“I see. Well, how do you want me to pleasure you then?”

He stopped right in front of you and lowered himself to get a good look at your face. Chan was observing every reaction as he asked his next questions.

“Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to hit it from the back? Do you want to sit on my face? Do you want to be fucked against the wall? Should I turn on the shower and make you really wet? How do you want it, baby girl?”

Hyunjin was watching with his back to the wall, holding his breath due to the immense suspense. Would you really do this?

You tilted your head up and looked into his eyes daringly.

“I want you to fuck me while I’m bent against the sink…”, you paused for a second. “While Hyunjin is watching us.”

A small gasp escaped his lips; you really wanted this.

Chan smirked and turned to Hyunjin. “Is he okay with this, though?”

You turned around slowly and looked at him beggingly.

“Is this alright, Mr. Hwang?”

God, he would let you do anything if you called him that. Hyunjin nodded, not saying a word.

Chan clapped his hands eagerly. “Let’s go then.”

He walked you over to the sink and stood behind you, admiring your backside once more.

“Mr. Hwang is a very lucky man, baby girl.”

Chan started kissing your neck and went down further, leaving wet kisses all over your body. He started out softly but got more aggressive as he continued, leaving all of you in dark marks.

Neck, shoulders, lower back, ass cheeks, thighs and even shins were marked as his.

You whimpered as his lips touched you – the slow anticipation was killing you.

“What’s that whimper, baby girl? Are you that needy?”

You nodded your head and prepped yourself on the sink; you needed him now.

With a swift motion he glided into you, making you gasp for air. Chan was big, stretching you out in ways you had never been stretched out before.

He thrusted himself into you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan. Sounds of his hips hitting against your ass filled the room as well. The mirror above the sink was fogged, just as your mind was.

It was all too much.

The hotness in your core. The coldness of the sink. Hyunjin’s curious eyes that were watching. All your fantasies were coming true, and you had no idea how to process this.

Chan didn’t go easy on you.

The first orgasm hit you like a truck; it left you a whimpering mess.

The second orgasm shook you to your core; by now every person in the building must have heard you being deliciously fucked.

The third orgasm however took you out for good; your legs gave in, shaking uncontrollably now.

Chan held you strongly in his embrace, praising you for taking him so well.

His slender fingers collected his cum that was dripping out of you, running down your thighs. He looked at his fingers greedily and turned to Hyunjin, staring at him daringly as he was sucking his fingers. Your boyfriend was too shocked to speak though, simply watching his friend eliminating the evidence of his girl being fucked by another.

Chan turned around and kissed your neck, praising you all the way.

“What a good girl you are, y/n. I’m proud of you, baby girl. You’ll be thinking of this birthday forever, huh?”

You were too exhausted to think, less even speak and drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke you found yourself on the floor of the shower room, lovingly embraced in your boyfriend’s arms. He was gazing at you affectionately, wiping away the sweat on your forehead.

“Hi, baby”, he whispered as you finally woke up.

It took you a moment to realize that the memories of the past hour were indeed real and not some fantasies that you had made up.

“Jinnie, what was that?”, you smiled warmly.

He chuckled amused.

“Your birthday present, baby. Did you finally like it?”

[xzinbdg]

riize as songs from my playlist!

just riize as songs that remind me of them in some way!

𐙚 shotaro

apple - charli xcx

idk what it is about this song but it just screams taro like the vibes and riize are very much in for the brat summer 😭😭😭

city girls - chris brown

let's be real i would die if he danced to this song and i feel like it would suit his dancing style so much oh lord

heart racing - kanii

this is just how taro makes me feel fr he's so attractive is crazy

𐙚 eunseok

reflections - the neighborhood

he just idk he feels like this song to me genuinely he also kind of looks like it if u get what I mean

please stop screaming - nimstarr

this is so eunseok!!!!! the vibes are very much eunseok and I can actually see him listening to this

reminder - the weeknd

no matter who your bias is eunseok is always in your mind somewhere like this man is the bias wrecker of bias wreckers

𐙚 sungchan

fe!n - travis scott, playboi carti

i just feel like he would love this song it's so hype just like our hype boy sungchan

i like the way you kiss me - artemas

now....i get a lil delulu when i think of him and this song bcs.....imagine......like....let me stop

cardigan - don toliver

don't stick around you should save yourself!!!!! that's so......this is another song that just gives me sungchan vibes i totally see him vibing to it

𐙚 wonbin

cologne - beabadoobee

again he looks like this song and i feel like bf wonbin is very much obsessed with his partner he would not let them go!!!!

starboy - the weeknd

wonbin always reminds me of stars he just has this vibe and he also wears a lot of star themed things such as his necklace!

out of touch - daryl hall & john oates

i feel like he would listen to it a lot! maybe even playing some guitar to it 🤧

𐙚 seunghan

ohihiro - billie eilish

"did you take my love away from me?" ☹️ like everytime i hear this song i just think of him and how much i miss him

run for the hills - tate mcrae

i feel like seunghan would give you love that just feels surreal so you think "wtf i just run away before I get hurt" because it seems like he would leave u after

tumblr girls - g-easy, christoph andersson

he looks like that specific part of the song, the "never knew her name" just soft ☹️ god come back to us....

𐙚 sohee

moment - vierre cloud

this is what plays in my head everytime I see sohee...he's just so mesmerizing....his face his pretty moles his voice...

what do you mean? - justin bieber

sohee to me feels like the classic justin bieber 😭 like the bangers from like 2014-2017 it started in talk saxy and just stayed with me

hurts me - tory lanez

this song is so sohee vibes to me!!! like i imagine a late night drive to nowhere really and just vibes

𐙚 anton

i must apologise - pinkpantheress

the softness of this song with the kind of playful vibe really gives me anton the way hes so soft spoken and fun to be around

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

i do have nonsense inside my head when I see anton sometimes....like this man is literally crazy and now that he gained confidence is so over for us

brazil - declan mckenna

this whole song is so anton coded it's crazy i also feel like he would love to listen to it!!

riize masterlist

[starillusion13]

Imagine your friends!NCT are secretly mafias, falling in love with you…

[I’m doing with my bias line so if your bias is missing means they are my bias wreckers and as am being ot23(I will always be their supporter so don’t expect I love any of the members less) please read the end note.]

Remember this is my top bias line:

Lee Taeyong

Being the leader of the biggest mafia gang, NCT he is very passionate about his life. Never for once he thought of getting you in his life. An innocent but suicidal girl but also a very daring girl. He is attracted to you because of your multiple personalities and this is the reason he finds you different from other girls. He is good at pretending that he is not getting attracted to you day by day or simply he is deeply in love with you. But what about you? No one knows as you are just friends with him, a very close one. It’s a very simple story. But the problem is that you are only familiar with mafias in story book but you don’t know the dark secrets of your cute and handsome friend, Lee Taeyong.

Kim Doyoung

Your most caring friend who literally takes care of you like an older brother but he has made it clear not to call him your brother. He treats you more than you ever need. He takes you on luxury friendly dates when Taeyong(his bestfriend) is busy or that man would not leave his chance to tag along( you are afterall spending his money even with Doyoung). His gummy smile is everything you need before going to work. Those gummy smiles hide the devilish smirk when he is torturing his victim brutally and his sharp eyes watching the helpless condition of them. But to you, he can heal your every pain as a true friend.

Jung Jaehyun

the most charming guy you have ever met. Anyone would want him as their boyfriend including you but you bet he has girlfriend as you feel he hides things from you and that can be possible if it’s his gf. Once late at night you came across him on the streets and you thought him as any celebrity and that’s how your friendship began. He has the show-off attitude and would always buy you costly dresses, jewelry and other accessories and urge you to wear them on friendly dates and workplace. He has this possessiveness in his every move and words as if he owns you. He is a loyal NCT mafia member who has swear not to get distract by anything but why he is losing his mind for you.

Lee Mark

the sweetest and the most innocent guy. You feel this urge to protect this silly boy from this cruel world. Cruel world? He is a walking devil with a facade of innocence. His silly speech, his innocent heartily laughs and his securing embrace is like alluring you to trust him with your whole. But it’s a trap to keep you close. You don’t know how his awkward behaviors in front of you are just the opposite when he plants bullets in his enemy’s head and throat. His soft big and innocent eyes are the dangerous hell-hole for his victims.

Lee Jeno

well, you doubt him as a gangster sometimes because of his physique and personality. But He can’t be because next moment he is giving off his eye smile melting your heart along with his sweet gestures. A perfect soft boyfriend with some dominating aura. He likes to order you around like those are simple and sweet but somehow he has that controlling attitude. His helpless and worried expression if you are hurt for some reason is just the opposite from the one when he makes sure to burn the victim or bury it 6-feet under and his eyes burning with the rage of revenge, nowhere to be seen those cute eyes looking at you in awe and adoration.

Lee Haechan

a playful menace. You question sometimes why you are being friends with him in first place. His teasings are out of hand and loses your mind but the next moment he is the dearest friend to you. But you have fun with him in sleepovers, sneaking out for late night long drives playing ‘Highway to Heaven’ and he sings along the song’s bridge, his fav part ‘oh she’s so bad, I’ll make it last’ and looks at you in your eyes. Even behind his mischievousness, there is a lover boy. He cuddles you to comfort and a perfect bestfriend and you are thankful for such a nice friend. But you don’t know that the annoying boy with heavenly vocals is a hacker of the ruthless mafia gang, NCT.

Na Jaemin

a total cat person. He even has an insta account for his cats and mentioned himself as their father and you as their mother. A boy with heart on his sleeves and he doesn’t let a moment to fall in vain without making you blush. A family man and not gonna lie you have a little crush on him. His endearments and sweet gestures always make you feel like that you are a couple and sometimes some people even assume it. Even if you deny it, he proudly smiles and agrees with them. But this sweet Angel boy is the devil who can shoot someone and bury them in a stance and then act like he tugged his cats in bed to sleep.

I’m writing such above things just casually because even if it’s late at night yet am not feeling sleepy😭 actually I was preparing a NCT! Mafia draft so felt like sharing some imagines. If you guys need any particular member imagine then you can send me asks(also Yuta Lucas Renjun Ten Yangyang and Kun are also in my bias list tho🥹)

Should I make a NCT! Mafia series with my bias line x reader? Of course after finishing ‘Like We Just Met’?

Perma Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @anyamaris @yeoobin @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @dinonuguaegi @oreharuuu @hwanring @sanwifesstuff @kiwiisnthereoops @kiwiraccoon [open!]

[wonfilms]

7:30PM - HWANG HYUNJIN

warnings- a sick hyunjin, a little angst (but not really, there’s a lot of comfort and cuddles), nudity (that is not sexual).

a/n- this was a request from @hyungenie5 ! i hope this is the kinda thing you wanted! hyunjin is probably one of my biggest bias wreckers i hope you enjoy this!

when you opened your phone to 5 missed calls from chan, your head immediately jumped to the worst. had something serious happened? you mentally cursed at yourself for putting your phone on silent and called him back. he answered immediately panicking you further.

“oh my god chan what happened? is there something wro-” , you rambled before he cut you off. “heya! can you come pick hyunjin up?? i think he’s ill but he’s refusing to sit out... you know we have that big show coming up i think he’s worrying himself about it.”

you exhale heavily thankful that it’s nothing life-altering. “yeah of course! i’ll be there in a bit, thanks for calling me chan “.

when you got to the studio you saw hyunjin sat on a chair dozing, resting his head on the wall next to him. your heart hurt a little at the sight, he was so prone to ignoring his own body’s messages to rest that he overworked himself to exhaustion. you waved to chan and crouched in front of him as his eyes fluttered open, though his gaze was wavering and distant. he looked so tired but the moment he met your eyes he gave you a wide smile that made his entire face light up for a minute. 

you took his hands in yours and gave him a soft smile back. “you alright baby?” you rubbed sloppy circles on his palms as he nodded. you knew he was just going to pretend he was okay but you weren’t going to force anything out of him. “let’s go home yeah?” you said as he shakily stood up and followed you back to the car. he was silent the entire car ride looking so peaceful he may have been sleeping but you knew he wasn’t from the way his glossed over eyes that were staring out the window.

as soon as you locked the front door, he fell into your arms hugging you tightly whilst you combed your fingers through his hair, “what’s wrong jin?” you whispered, “just feel all wobbly and my head hurts...” he mumbled as you held his unusually warm face in your hands. you reached a hand up and felt his forehead . 

a fever just as you had suspected.

“don’t worry i’m gonna take good care of you i promise” you planted a soft kiss on his cheek and lead him upstairs. you helped him take off his clothes while you ran a bath and let him climb in to it.  he sighed audibly as the warm water touched his body, letting you soak his head with the shower head. 

you squeezed a little shampoo into your hands and washed his hair for him carefully as to not get any of the bubbles into his eyes. you felt his body relax against your hands as you rubbed his shoulders, he tilted his head back to face you and gave you the warmest smile you’d ever seen. 

“you’re an angel” he muttered softly as he rested the back of his head against the rim of the bath, peering up at you with his soft half-lidded eyes, you chuckled placing your forehead against his damp one as he joined his lips with yours, his wet hands reaching up to cradle your cheek. he’d inched closer and closer to you and the only thing in between the two of you was the ceramic of the bath. 

“can you get in the bath with me?” he shyly questioned pulling away from your lips for a second. you smiled, getting up to discard your clothes before clambering into the tub with your boyfriend. he pulled you closer to him, happy that you obliged at his request. you relaxed against his chest and let the warm water lap over the two of you.  you grinned at the blissful expression blooming on hyunjin’s face before you basked in the peace of your apartment. treasuring the few minutes that it felt like you two were the only people in the world.

[hyuuukais]

thank you for the tag @feelbokkie ! <3

♡ : who is your favourite kpop group?

skz, but xdinary heroes are basically tied and would probably beat them if the skz brainrot wasn't so strong lol

♡ : which member sparked your interest?

felix in maniac, but hyunjin also kept catching my eye

♡ : who was your first bias?

this man right here ‼️‼️ my boy hyunjin

♡ : who is your current bias?

i swear it's chan yall please believe me

♡ : what makes them your current bias?

oh how do i word this. i think it started by watching clips of his lives because they really helped me when i was in a rough mental spot haha. chan is like a warm hug i want to melt into and never let go, like his energy is so comforting. not to mention how incredibly talented he is and the way he looks out for the kids. there's so much i wanna say but idk how to phrase it all 😭

♡ : who is your bias wrecker?

lee know, but fr everyone else is constantly bias wrecking me too

♡ : which member(s) are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

han + i.n probably

♡ : when did you first discover the group?

pre-debut, but i was already falling out of kpop at the time and only knew them through my sister (not that i listened to more than exo and like 2 bts songs lol). i properly got into them cause of maniac, so 2022 ig?

♡ : have you been to one of their concerts?

NO, I WISH 😭😭😭 one day though, i hope

♡ : what are some of your favourite songs by them?

ouuu there's too many

- chronosaurus

- any

- the tortoise and the hare

- side effects

- fnf

- yayaya

- ta

- alien

- item

- heyday

- maze of memories

no pressure tags !! @siewoon @capitainesyallin @evermourning @chaeryred @phtogravi @collisvng

[i-know-you-know-we-know-lee-know]

Enhypen maknae line reacts to their so falling asleep on them

Hi :D Im back

Uh

Thank you for your support

Enjoy this wierd ass looking heart i drew i guess?

💀

Warnings: grammar errors (commas illude me), fluff, me simping for sunno the entire time, spelling errors, not proofread, were all single pringles together, pronouns not specified, "their" used once

repost if you saw the original unfinished version that i accidentally posted because i know some of yall did💀

Hyung line :3

Sunno

Confused but happy

Ya know how he does that head tilt when he's confused

Yeah

He does that

🥺

Pouts his lips and just stares at you in confusion

He's just a little confused baby

There all babys tho

He'll still cuddle you

Just with a little more confusion than normal

Will play with your hair

Running his hands through it

(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

There are no words to describe the feelings he makes you feel

He loves it when you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him without a word

Its like you two have your own secret language with no words

*so walks in the room*

*makes eye contact with him*

*falls asleep in his arms a few moments later*

I wish i could do that

He definitely looks forward to when you come home from a long day

Just so you can collapse onto him

I know i said Hoonie was my bias wrecker

But...

_(:3」∠)_

Oh well

Jungwon

🐱

Smol cat boi

Would not let you stay on his lap

Literally rolls over with you on top of him and lays on his side

Then he doesn't let you leave his arms

>:<

But have yall ever been in someones arms when there sleeping?

...

No?

Me neither

💀

I think it would be really hot

WaiT-

No

I meant temperature

I mean if were talking about Jungwon...

But just imagine being trapped against someones body

Unable to move

And overheating

Yeah you push him off you

But then you crawl on top of him

Because you cant fall asleep without him

And you want to make him suffer the way be made you suffer-

Jk

...

Anyways you fall asleep

Together

Like two peas in a pod

And you wake up sideways cuddled into him again

Because he woke up with you on top of him and pushed you off

And then you ended up in the same position you were im before

That sounded really wrong-

Im gonna stop now

Before i make any other wierd jokes

Ni-ki

Well he says he hates it

"says"

Because really who can resist a sleepy person when all they want is to sleep on you?

Nobody

Except him

Or at least he tries

But he still lets you fall asleep on him without complaining

Suspicious  ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° 

As soon as he double checks that your asleep he starts hugging you

Because he cant show weakness when your awake

No no

Because then he would be caught

✨simping✨

For you

And that's not allowed

According to him

Definitely accidentally wakes you up

But you don't tell him

Because you just want soft riki

Who desent

Seriously when he's no serious or tensed up and actually acting like a maknae it makes my heart melt 🥰

You listen to him as he hums you a little song

Thinking your still asleep

Eventually you really do fall back asleep

And he probably falls asleep too

The two of you are another victim to the hyung photos

They will take them just to embarrass you istg

Not even to say how cute you are together

No-

"look how wierd their face looks😀"

It was definitely Sunghoon

Getting back at him for taking sleeping pictures of him sleeping

[spookwyrdie]

Spellbound

pairing: sub!Han x dom!reader

word count: 4.8k

summary: It's his first time at the goth club, Han fidgets with the ring on his collar. He came for one thing - a night in the dungeon with you, the Countess.

genre: SMUT, goth club AU, gentle femdom

warnings: adult dialogue, sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, gentle femdom, semi-public sex, BDSM, leather, spanking, impact play, wax play, no penetration, porn with no plot, descriptions of subspace

18+ only, minors DNI

a/n: I didn't proofread this one, so if you notice any mistakes, no you didn't lol. Han has been coming for my neck recently, a full blown bias wrecker menace.

photo credit: collar

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I've only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

The bass hits Han in the chest the minute he walks through the doors, a droning synth heavy in the air, a smoke machine fuzzing out the flashing lights on the dance floor. It feels like he’s walked into another world, a darker, seductive world, filled with black clothes, pale makeup, and an air of mystery. There are bodies pulsing on the dance floor, moving like they’re casting spells to the thick wall of sound that the DJ has built. The whole room feels like a heartbeat that overtakes his own, swayed by the power of the crowd.  

As he makes his way towards the bar, he stumbles a little, his big shit-kicker boots a little unwieldy with his anxiety on the rise. He brushes himself off, his outfit feeling a bit foreign on his body but so exhilarating at the same time. Layering different types of sheer tops, he settled on some combo of mesh and fishnet, under a frayed black sweater barely held together by threads. His pants are a tight leather, and his big boots help him feel a little more solid on his feet. He accessorized with the secret hoard of jewelry he owns, never really having a great excuse to break out a lot of these pieces. The final addition is his collar, a sleek leather with an O-ring at the base of his throat and a few chains for decoration. He bought it for himself, accepting that if he wants to wear one, he’s the only one who’d buy it.  

He’s on edge, his black polished fingers fidget with the choker around his neck, the heavy metal ring in the middle clanking against the chain. It gives him something to occupy his hands to keep them from shaking. He’s been wanting to come to the goth club ever since Chris showed him the pictures he took from the last kink night. It’s a type of lifestyle he’s been drawn to for years now, never really working up the courage to cross the threshold of the night club until now.  

Truthfully, he came to see you. He’s drawn to you like a fly to a web, and you’re the spider waiting in the center. It’s like he can feel you in his veins already. The photos that Chris showed him had been rolling around Han’s mind like an obsidian marble, leaving sooty trails across his thoughts for weeks now.  

~~~ 

“One of the areas they have is a dungeon,” Chris said while flicking through photos of different people in fishnets, lace, leather, all caught in a moment of entranced movement. It looked magical to him. He caught a glimpse of you in the back of one of the photos, standing behind a body bent over and restrained to a piece of leather furniture. You were holding a riding crop in the shape of a heart in one hand and the other had a fistful of the restrained person’s hair tangled in your fingers. “You have to sign a liability waiver, but it’s open to anyone of legal age who consents.” 

“Who is that?” Han asks, trying to keep the tremble of desire out of his voice. 

“Her? Oh, that’s Y/n. She goes by Countess in the scene. She’s one of the dommes that works these events.” Chris says. “Hang on, I have a ton of photos of her. She’s great in front of the camera.” 

He opens a whole other folder labeled ‘Countess’ and Han is awestruck by you. In one, the crowd surrounds you as a man lays prone on the floor with your giant platform boot on his head. In another with a woman strung up from the ceiling with red ropes with you moving to slap against her thigh with a flog. Even more with your face close to a different figure chained to a piece of leather furniture, your hand picks their head up from their hair to look them in the eye. Their eyes are locked onto yours, in a state of undiluted rapture. He’s fixated on your facial expression – teasing, mean, but full of affection. He feels his heart drop into his stomach at the thought of that kind of attention from you being focused on him.  

“She’s... amazing,” Han says, a little breathlessly. “Do you know her well?” 

“Yeah, she’s like always working at the kink nights,” Chris replied. He turns to Han, waggling his eyebrows, “Why? You interested?” 

“N-no! Nothing like that.” 

“Okay, sure,” Chris says, turning back to his computer. “Kink nights are the last Saturday of every month... Not that you’re interested.”  

~~~ 

Han moves through the crowd, bodies swaying and grinding against his as he pushes past them. The atmosphere is shrouded with the ambience of fog and heavy synth music.  

In the back corner, there’s a person at a small table with a clipboard in front of a curtained doorway. He saunters over slowly, heart beating in his throat from nerves. The tiny goth girl with Siouxsie eye makeup looks him over with a smile. “You look a little lost, sugar. Are you here for the dungeon?” 

“Y-yes,” Han gulps. “Is there...like, paperwork?” 

She giggles and holds up a clipboard, “You’re sweet. Yes, there’s some risks you have to look over and sign off on. Oh, I’ll need a photo ID and you’ll need to leave your phone in a little locker up front here. No photos or videos are allowed in the space.”  

Han takes the clipboard from the bubbly little goth girl and starts scanning the page. His eyes go wide at the types of sexual acts he may encounter, “including, but not limited to” all types of bondage, impact, pain, suspension, penetration, masturbation, etcetera etcetera. He gulps, signs his name on the dotted line, and gives the goth girl a shaky smile. “Is... Countess working tonight?” 

“Countess is definitely working tonight,” she says with a sly smile. “She’s only taking individuals on in the private space this evening. It hasn’t been super busy tonight so you’re in luck.” 

The thick fabric of the curtain brushes past him as he enters the dungeon. Immediately, the room is darker, quieter. The bass still thumps through the walls but it’s low enough to have a conversation. He looks around, there’s a group in front of a small stage where a masked rigger ties up and suspends a woman from her hips. One knee is to her chest and the other is bent behind her, more rope connecting her ankle to her braided hair. Her arms are tied behind her back, her body perfectly balanced in this dangling pose. She slowly spins from the place where the ropes hang. The look on her face is a meditative euphoria, full trust in the hands that tie the knots.  

Han is frozen in place, watching the spectacle. He licks his lips in a painful longing. He wants that kind of trust, that kind of floating in space feeling. The only experience he has is from the porn he’s watched and the occasional self-restraint and impact, but it definitely doesn’t feel right. He wants to be at the mercy of someone else’s hands, and he’s really hoping that someone could be you.  

At that moment, a low, sultry voice murmurs in his ear, “Is that something you’d be interested in, little one?” 

Yanked out of his focus on the rope scene in front of him, he spins on his heel. There you are, clad in a leather skirt, fish nets, lace, and a chest harness, showing off your ample curves. You have sweet eyes lined with sharp eye makeup and a dark burgundy stain on your lips. If someone asked him to describe a succubus, he’d describe you in this outfit.  

You look him over, the powerful and discerning gaze he saw in those photos in front of him, that focus pressing into him. He leans back, trying to steady his breath. You step further into his personal space, the toes of your platforms almost touching the tips of his boots. He breathes you in, a heady combination of sandalwood, tobacco leaf, and something sweet fills his senses and he feels a warmth pooling in his lower belly.  

You smile, your teeth gleaming in the low light, “You’re the guy Chris told me about, right?”  

“Chris talked to you?” 

“Yes,” you lean closer, face inches from his. “He mentioned a friend of his was going to show up tonight looking like a scared stray dog. Told me to take care of you.” 

His eyes flutter from your gaze to your plush lips. He’s rooted to the spot, held in this moment by your gaze. The way your teeth look sharp in the light as you grin at him makes his knees weak. You look like you could eat him alive, and he’d thank you for it.  

Your eyes drift over his face, flicking down to the collar he’s wearing. Reaching up with one sharp, painted fingernail, you trail over the O-ring on his collar sitting in the hollow of his throat. 

“Do you belong to someone, stray?” 

“W-what?” 

Your eyes meet his, gaze piercing into his own, “Did someone give this to you as a gift of ownership?” 

His eyes trail down to where your finger lightly grazes over his choker. “No,” he gulps, “I got it for myself because no one has ever thought to get one for me.” 

You study him for a moment, taking in his layered distressed shirts, leather pants and boots. Your eyes rest on that O-ring on his throat as you gently hook your index finger on it. “So, you’re a lost little dog looking for a leash.” 

Han gulps again, suddenly his pants feel a little too tight. “Y-yes, Countess.” 

A slow smile spreads on your face again and your eyes light up with something hot and piercing. “Good boy.” 

With that, you tug on the ring of his collar, pulling Han’s body off balance and towards your face. “Follow me,” you purr against his lips. Your tongue darts out to kitten lick his bottom lip. Han’s eyes flutter closed in disbelief. Heavy arousal blooms in his chest and he feels his cock twitch in his constricting pants.  

You turn, index finger still hooked on his collar, and march him to another room. A thick velvet curtain brings him into a warmly lit space, a plush, leather clad bench in the center of the smaller room. It looks similar to a small picnic table, one main middle support with two supports dropped lower, the surface a well-oiled burgundy leather. There’s a set of cuffs attached to each of the legs at the bottom, so a body could lay there and be cinched down in a vulnerable position. There’s a couch in the corner and small table on the side with an open trunk, Han peeks inside. There’s rope, paddles, a flogger, some red candles, and more. He stops breathing for a second, his arousal thumping through his chest. 

You turn to him, “So, what are you hoping will happen, little stray?” 

“I-I’m not sure,” Han stammers out. 

“Bullshit,” you say matter-of-factly. “No one purchases a collar like that without some sort of craving. What do you want out of this?” 

He pauses, mulling over the question while you appraise him with your eyes, finger still toying with the ring at his throat. He gulps audibly, “I want you, Countess. I want you to hurt me.” 

“Hurt you how, little stray?” 

~~~ 

Han is practically on all fours on this leather bench. His legs are spread over the top part of the bench, knees and hands on the pads below. His weight rests on his naked torso and in this position his half hard cock in nestled between his body and the bench, pressing against the leather of his pants. The cuffs around his wrists and ankles are thick black leather, he pulls against his restraints, feeling them bite into his skin. He can still move a little, still squirm around, but not much more than that. It’s not like he could see what was to come either; he can only lay his head to one side, his cheek flat against the leather of the bench. His heartbeat pounds through him in this position, the rush of adrenaline from the nerves and the promise of the pleasure to come has him quivering. 

You circle him like a predator with its prey, dragging a hand idly across his body as you move. He twitches under your touch when you graze over his ass in his leather pants. When you get to where his face is, you crouch down to his eye level.  

“If I ask you for a color, what do you say?” 

“Green for all good, yellow for slow down and reassess, red for full stop,” he replies. 

“Good,” you murmur, your eyes locked on his lips. You flick your gaze up to his, a pleading look in his big brown eyes, and press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “We’ll start with the riding crop.” 

He feels a hot bolt of desire shoot through his spine at the mere thought and he squirms against the bench, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in his cock. The leather of the heart shaped riding crop in your hand trails down his back from the base of his neck to ass. All his nerves light up, muscles spasming under the gentle contact. He writhes more, and a swift smack comes down on his ass suddenly. He grunts in surprise, that hot bolt of desire fizzling into something more tingly spreading throughout his body.  

 You tap the crop along his ass and his thighs in a percussive beat, not too hard, just warming up the area. Han feels you pause for a second before another smack comes down where his thigh meets his ass. His hips jerk forward, and he mewls at the sting of the leather. The pain abates to a glow, like his skin is electrified yet sedate. He can feel his cock throbbing underneath him, his hips slowly grinding into the bench. 

Your hand rests on the small of his back, caressing the area lightly as another bolt of hot arousal burns through him. 

 “Only two spanks in and you’re already humping the bench?” 

Han can only whine in response. 

You lean down towards his face again, your scent enveloping him. His eyebrows knit together as he meets your gaze, begging for more. 

“Color?" 

“GREEN!” he moans, hips gyrating again. 

You smile again, eyes crinkling at the corners. His enthusiasm is palpable, filling the small room. You stand and continue with the riding crop, tapping, pausing, then SMACK! The way you change the length of time you take to pause makes his mouth water, never knowing exactly when the crop will come down on him again, no way to anticipate it.  

You get up and walk to the other side of the room, picking up a new toy. When you return, you run the suede of the flogger down his spine, he sighs as his body convulses. Saliva pools under his cheek where it dribbles out of his mouth, already too far gone to notice or care. You pick up the flogger off his skin and start to spin it in circles, slow at first then picking up speed, the tails coming into light contact with his lower back, ass, and thighs. The rhythmic impact against his skin both sharp and soothing with your expert guidance. Every few spins, you put more force into the downswing, slapping the suede against his skin, the extra sting has Han keening. He can’t control his hips anymore, they are thrusting against the bench again, searching for any friction to heighten the sensation he’s feeling against his body. His back, ass, and thighs feel like they’re radiating from this stimulation. His skin feels like it’s buzzing all over, he’s outside his own mind, beginning to put that trust in your capable hands.  

The flogging stops and your hand rests on the small of his back again and his hips still. Han feels like he’s floating 3 feet above where his body is chained down. The one thing grounding him at this moment is the warmth of your hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of his back. Every small caress you give him makes him feel like an instrument and you’re plucking his strings, making his skin sing. He can barely hear you, too wrapped up in his own mind, but he can hear your voice cooing over him. Your face is down by his again, checking in on him.  

“Color?” 

“G-greeeeeeen...” he moans out, a dopey smile stretching across his face.  

“Good boy,” you say, and press another small kiss to his forehead. Before he can lift his head to try and chase your lips, you are crossing the room once again. Both hands are full when you return - one holds a leather leash with a bolt snap hook and the other a small red candle and lighter. “Look what I found just for you.” 

The leash is black with a lining of red around the perimeter and three small hearts embossed on the looped handle. The candle is a vibrant red color with hardened wax drips running down the sides. You set those on the ground while your hands move to the front of the bench by Han’s head, lifting him gently by the chin and looking in his eyes. Your fingers massage his scalp, the points of your nails sending shivers down his spine. 

“We’re gonna play with a new leash, little stray. And some wax. Color?” 

The way he’s looking at you like you’re shining down above him, he’s speechless at your calm demeanor. The only giveaway that you’re in any way affected is a blush creeping along the apples of your cheeks. 

“Green,” he whispers, breathlessly. He’s panting at just the sight of you, the only thing in his vision he can focus on. You smile down at him, leaning forward until your lips brush against his. He must be imagining it, but you look almost shy for a moment.  

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Please-” he groans, trying to reach up from his secured arms. You slant your lips on his, giving him a sweet, slow kiss. He responds in kind, opening his mouth, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry. The mood shifts from a chaste moment to something more primal as your tongues meet, sliding over one another. He hopes you can taste the desperation on his tongue. 

Your finger curls around the ring of his collar again, pulling it against his skin, reminding him of who’s in control. You pull away from him, sighing. You pull his collar and spin it around his neck gently, making sure the ring is positioned facing his back. Han lets out a whimper, almost nuzzling into your hand. You pick up the leash on the floor and clip the bolt snap onto the ring. Giving the leash a quick tug to ensure it’s connected; he whines at the pulling sensation. 

You come back into his vision and lock eyes with him. “Little stray, I’m going to be pulling on this leash while we play, okay? If you’re not able to speak but you want me to stop, I want you to knock against the wood of the bench. Can you do that for me?”  

He nods, bouncing his head against the leather of the bench, using his knuckles to rap against the wood under one of his cuffs.  

“Good. Color?” 

“Green,” he giggles, blushing under your tender care. 

You stand, hands pushing your skirt up to hook your thumbs on your panties. Han’s jaw drops open as your panties drop to the floor in front of him. You step out of them gingerly and grab the wax candle and lighter off the floor. Your body moves around him and all he can hear is the flicking sound of the lighter. He gasps as he feels you move to straddle him on the bench, settling your weight against his leather clad ass. He screws his eyes shut, feeling his sensitive cock leak at the new pressure, trapped between his body and the bench. Your hand runs up his spine, nails scraping lightly over the delicate skin. He can feel the heat of your body as you lean forward to clasp the leash attached to his collar. You run the leather down his spine, tracing over the red blossoming on his flesh from the flogging.  

The leash pulls against his collar, and he cranes back as far as he can, keening into your touch. You’re not even pulling tight, the barest amount of tension in the leash makes him feel possessed. It’s a feeling of being owned, overpowered, at the beck and call of a master. His hips shudder under you as he presses his ass against your cunt, drawing a moan from your throat. The flash of joy radiates through him at the noise you make.  

“Good boy,” you growl at him.  

The first sting comes from the wax dripping on his back, muscles tensing at the rush of sharp pain. Another hot drip of wax makes him lurch forward with a squeak as more fall against his spine. He’s dizzy from concentrating, trying to anticipate where the next drop will fall and being surprised every time. Han’s breaths are fast and shallow as he focuses on keeping his hips still underneath you, trying to be good for you. 

It’s a lot more difficult when you start slowly thrusting against him with each drop of wax from the candle, bearing down on his hips, making his constricted leaking cock rub against the bench below him. Your hips start to move at a pace matching the low bass thudding in the other room. He moans at your movement, the pressure and the friction almost too much, but just enough to send him into a spiral.  

Your hand on the leash pulls against his neck as you ride your hips against his ass, your wetness slipping over the leather of his jeans. The seam of his pants rubs up against your folds just right to drive you absolutely insane. With each drop of wax, each tug, each thrust, Han meets your cunt with a cry as he pushes back against your clit. You buck against him with fervor, chasing your own high, slamming his hips, dripping wax on his back and dripping your own essence on his leather.  

His moans pitch up, your hips forcing his to thrust against the leather bench, the recoil of him pushing his ass back up towards you, the rhythm you two find together like this has him rocketing towards his release. Above him, you’re grunting out praise, “Such a fucking good boy, fuck.” Soon you are lost in your own pleasure, just staccato moans pouring out of you, so sweet in Han’s ears. 

Your body stops moving above him for a split second as you cry out, your orgasm shuddering through you, hips jerking forward, riding it out on the seam of his pants. Han hears you whining, sounding nearly as fucked out as he does. As you whimper, you pull the leash tight, Han slams his eyes shut as he lets out a strangled moan, leaning into the feeling of the blood flow being constricted. Your hips still rocking against him, you’re more focused on the pressure and rhythm of his hips, watching his body bounce against yours. The aftershocks of your orgasm shake through you still, panting hard. 

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet little stray?”   

Han is outside his own mind, like his soul is trying to leave while his neglected cock slides against the leather of pants, the sensation of being caught between your cunt and the bench has him jerking his hips faster. The tip of his cock is so sensitive, he feels every thrust of your hips in his entire body, his only tether to the earth at this moment is you and the way you’re fucking him into a bench.  

His eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums, his back arching, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he feels the warm spurts make a mess of the leather caging his hard cock. He can’t breathe, not from the pressure of the collar on his neck, but from the sheer ecstasy pulsing through his body. It’s never felt like this before, his skin erupts in goosebumps as the feeling ricochets around his chest. The pain and the euphoria are unmatched as he collapses back down the bench, spent and reeling in the moment.  

“Good boy,” you say in his ear as you slide off his body and onto your wobbly legs. Han is still floating in the air, barely aware of what’s going on around him. You crouch down to undo his wrists and ankles from the cuffs, massaging the skin underneath gently, pressing small kisses to the sensitive skin. The buckle of his collar comes loose under your nimble fingers, and you ease it off his neck. You place your hand in his to see if he squeezes it, but all he can manage is a twitch of his fingers and a groan. While he’s still fucked out in this prone position, you grab some aloe gel and tenderly apply some to his back, peeling away the wax drippings from his skin. You massage his reddening skin, and murmur soft praises at him as he comes back into his body.  

Han moves to get up off the bench, you hold out an arm to steady him. His whole body is wobbly, so you steer him towards the couch. You sit with him and wrap him up in your arms. He collapses back into you, his head resting against your shoulder, feeling warm and safe in your embrace. Pressing little kisses to his neck and head, you rub little circles into his scalp while he comes down.  

His words are a little slurred while he tries to form a sentence. “I n-never...” he starts, pausing to take a deep breath. “I never expected it to be that good.” 

You smile into his hair, pressing slow kisses into him, running your hands down his arms. “It can be even better than that.” 

He turns his head to look at you, “how?” 

“Sweetie, your pants didn’t even come off.” 

His eyes bug out of his head, and he looks down. “I made... a mess.” 

You grab his face and chuckle, “So did I, you got me more riled up than I expected.” 

“I did?” 

“Yeah, I never do what I just did with clients at the club. You were just so responsive, all those little noises, and SUCH a good listener.” You say this with adoration brimming in your voice. You kiss him again, this time unhurried, lingering, just to learn his shape a little better. The bass still thumps through the walls as Han’s heart thumps against you. You pull back from the kiss, searching his eyes, “How are you feeling?” 

“Good. So relaxed,” he says as he stretches, sitting up. 

“Good. Go grab my panties for me.” 

~~~ 

The back of the wooden cafe chair was rubbing up against his tender back, reminding Han of his wild weekend. Each little twinge made him think of you, of the noises you made, the control you wielded. The flashbacks to that night flip through his head as his hands toy with the lid of his coffee, just like your fingers toyed with the ring on his collar. The memory of the way you yanked on his collar is vivid as he spaces out, his chest constricting. He reaches up to brush his hand over his throat, imagining it’s your hand that grazes over his skin. 

“Still back in the dungeon, huh?” Chris says as he slumps down in the chair opposite, a knowing smirk on his face. Han jolts out of the memory, a blush painting his cheeks.  

“Sorta,” he says, with a coy smile playing at his lips. 

“Well, you certainly got Y/n’s attention,” Chris muses. “She told me to give you this.” 

Chris slides a black business card across the table. It’s simple, the card stock heavy, the letters a bright red, a little heart embossed in the corner.  

“She says that if you’re interested, she wants to meet with you again. Something about adopting a stray?” 

[akuvrus]

#⠀EYE CONTACT !!﹒🎸༉‧₊˚.⠀⠀[choi yeonjun] ✧︵

☆ 》 summary ー when you make eye contact with the male you have always been staring at secretly, not knowing he had a thing for you too everytime you paid a visit to the guitarist store.

♡ 》 genre！﹒fluff, strangers to lovers. non!idol au, teenage era.

ʬʬ disclaimers﹕my first unrelated beomgyu fic, poggers! also i just noticed how pretty yeonjun is and he might just be my bias wrecker.. reader staring at yeonjun a lot, yeonjun being off character (i think) ; im not sure if im proud of this one haha, i got distracted a lot + this isn’t proofread!

now, you wondered, how did you get here in this position? well, let’s go back from the very start.

it all started when you were going to buy a electric guitar for your brother’s birthday, a gift that you knew he was trying to save up for. but you were steps ahead, having much more earnings than him and decided to use it for good use.

that is, until you walked in the store, your eyes laid on a specific male, he worked for the store and today, you couldn’t help but keep staring. whatever he wore today, stood out to you a lot; you can’t help but daydream about him.

wait, daydream?

oh no, you weren’t here to daydream; you were supposed to buy the electric guitar for your brother, that’s right. but he just looked so.. captivating, you just can’t control yourself staring at his beauty. he’s definitely trying to lure you in, like a siren. except, he wasn’t one and that’s the problem.

man, if only other men were just as handsome, captivating and pretty just like him.

you quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you realized you were standing like a complete idiot at the door, mentally facepalming yourself as you quickly made your way towards the guitar you were going to buy and bringing it to the front counter.

“hey.” he smirks, looking at you. gosh, even his voice and smirk was captivating. “you’re planning to get this, hm?” he says, “i think it’s about time.” he says, that you look at him dumbfounded. what did he mean by that?

“didn’t you notice? i lowered down the price for you, silly.” he grins at you. “huh? really?” you asked dumbfoundedly as you checked the price tag you noticed, that he did indeed lower down the price by $100, making it only $280. you raise your brows in surprise.

“ah.. this means i get to save an extra $100..” you smile to yourself, glancing down at your card. “hmm, i’m taking this that you’re paying with card then?” you nod in response. “alright, then insert it here..” he points to the payment terminal, giving you a sign to insert the card when you both accidentally made eye contact.

oh shoot.

you really, really wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. his eyes were too captivating, too pretty, you had to stare and admire everything about his eyes.

yeonjun felt like he was doing a staring contest the moment you both made eye contact and locked eyes together. he can’t help but notice how pretty your eyes were. but he quickly snapped out of it, hoping you would do the same too, except you kept on staring. it seemed like you had zoned out, and he waved his hands in front of your face.

“hello? earth to..” he stops. ah, he doesn’t even know your name.

“ah! i must’ve stared again, i’m so so sorry! i really- i was just- i got captivated by your looks!” you blurted, freaking out. he stares before laughing it off. “i feel confident when you stare, why don’t you do it more often? how about, everyday?” he smirks.

“everyday..?” you question, “but i don’t think i’ll be coming here anymore after i buy this-” he cuts you off by leaning over the counter, closer to your figure. “then why don’t we get together? we stare at each other often, i think it’s obvious we like each other. it’s a win-win situation.” he states, grinning at you. “so?”

“your looks are too captivating, i don’t think i’ll be able to handle it.”

“that’s alright,” he shrugs, “i can lower it down for you,” he pauses, looking towards you. “if you agree to be mine.”

“it’s not like i can say no,” you slightly grin, “then, we’re a couple now, right?” he asks, arms crossed leaning over the counter as he looked towards you with a smirk.

“yeah.”

“great, let’s go on a date tonight then. i’ll treat you because i’m such a gentleman.” he says with confidence, smirking to himself. “don’t get too high of yourself.. we still have a lot to learn about each other.”

“well then, i’m choi yeonjun, seventeen. what about you?”

“[last name] [name], seventeen also.”

“good start, we’re the same age.” he smirks. “i mean.. of course we’d be, if not, that would be, like, horrendous!” you gasped, over exaggerating it on purpose. he chuckles at your actions.

“uh-huh.”

suddenly, your phone’s alarm goes off, saying it had already been thirty minutes and it should be time for you to be heading home. “ah right! the electric guitar! i haven’t even paid for it,” you panicked, inserting your card into the payment terminal.

after paying and pulling your card back out, you quickly apologize to yeonjun, “i’m sorry, but i have to go head home now,” you apologized, swiftly grabbing the electric guitar before rushing out in a rush.

you failed to miss a “see you tonight for our date!” as you made no time running back home in a rush to package your gift.

you soon quickly realize you forgot to ask for his number, until you spot a sticky note taped onto the guitar, noticing a phone number to it and a little cute note written by yours truly, yeonjun.

“don’t forget our date tonight, here’s my number as well.”

you smile to yourself knowing that you are no longer single like your brother.

© akuvrus ★ do not repost. a/n ー this is rushed and not really my favorite, but i still hope you guys like it; it’s my first time writing for a different txt member other than the one i’m used to writing for.. (beomgyu)

[hobistyles]

Late Night Texting

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning/Tags: Cussing, sexting, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex (please be smart!), smut, use of the word daddy.

A/N: Please listen to this playlist while reading this. Joon is my bias wrecker and lately he's been making me feel some type of way, so I wrote this with no intention of it having a plot!

Your phone obnoxiously vibrates. A small groan left your lips as you open your eyes. The notification interrupted your orgasm and it frustrated every part of your body that you ended up giving up, throwing your vibrator across the bed to get your phone to see who the hell could interrupt you at this time.

Joon: You up? 👀

Y/N: Leave me the fuck alone, Namjoon! You just had to bother me at this time, huh?

Joon: Oh…may I know what I interrupted?

You roll your eyes and stop responding. He knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t entertain him right now. It wasn’t because you didn’t want Namjoon to fuck your brains out, because every opportunity that you could—you would. Everything about him was so mesmerizing, especially his size. You were just mad that you didn’t finish, so everything was annoying you at this point.

Joon: If I’m correct in what I think you were doing, you know daddy can help you with that.

Fuck. He was so sexy. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, remembering the last time you two had a night together. How he fucked you for hours. The way his large hands wrapped around your neck like a pretty necklace. Namjoon was such a gentleman, but he fucked you like a whore, and that’s what you loved about him. Everyone thought he was so innocent, but if they only knew how he was in bed.

You give in.

Y/N: And what exactly do you think I’m doing?

Joon: Mmm, baby. Let’s not act so pure. We both know what you were doing. By the looks of it, you’re horny, I’m horny, so respectfully, let’s fuck.

You shut your legs, tightly, feeling your pussy getting wetter the more he texts you.

Joon: Let me take care of you.

Y/N: I told you to leave me alone. You tease.

Joon: Fuck it, I’m coming over. See if you have that same energy.

You giggle to yourself, getting him exactly where you wanted him. You hated to admit how much you craved Namjoon. You didn’t want to seem like every girl you’ve ever spoken to. They always ran their mouth about how hopefully one day they would be able to sleep with him. Despite all that, you knew Namjoon was yours. He always told you whenever you were ready for a relationship—he was too. To him, this was more than just two best friends having fun, it was way more intimate than that. You cared a lot about him, but your last relationship kind of ruined the view of love and a relationship for you. Regardless, he always respected that and had patience.

About 15 minutes pass up and there’s a quiet knock at your door. You quickly jump out bed, fixing your hair a bit and wrapping the ties to your robe around your waist to hide the surprise you had for him underneath. His favorite pair of lingerie. You check the peephole to confirm it was him and open the door.

“Hey baby,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers in your ear, giving your neck a peck.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you slightly moan at the attention he’s giving your neck.

“What happened to all that shit talking over text, babe?” He chuckles, “I thought you wanted to be alone.”

“Fuck you!” You roll your eyes, letting out a slight laugh.

“If you let me in, I can get started on that,”

Both of your hands intertwine together, leading to your bedroom. You definitely had set the mood, turning on red LED lights. He locks the door behind you as you waste no time in pushing him on the bed. Tonight was about him. You crawl over to him seductively, finding the waistband to his sweats as you flip your hair to the side. The bulge peaking through was very noticeable and you knew how hard you made him. Your small hands pull down his sweatpants.

“This time I’m taking care of you, Joon.” Your eyes don’t leave his as you slowly remove your robe and throw it across the room.

“Fuck, Y/N…all this for me?” He grabs you, sitting you on top of him, his warm hands gripping your ass as he pulls you in for a heated kiss.

You pull away, “I said this time I’m taking care of you, so just relax for me, okay daddy?”

The words that came out of your mouth caused him to groan, lightly. He quickly helps you to remove his boxers, finally releasing his thick hard cock. It perfectly slapping his stomach, making him wince at how badly he needed to be taken care of. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip, then fully sinking down trying your best to take all of him. Your cheeks are hallowed and the tip is now at the back of your throat. Saliva forms around your lips as your head is bopping up and down.

“Shit,” Namjoon hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair to prevent it from being in the way. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Gagging noises fill the room and tears slowly come down your cheeks. Fluids are running down your inner thighs, practically begging to be touched. Your hands cup the end of his balls and carefully squeeze them side to side, adding more pleasure. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, you know that?” Namjoon’s words make you moan, sending vibrations to his cock. You release the grip on his balls and wrap your hand around the base of his throbbing length, slowly jerking it up and down, still sucking him off. Nails clawing Namjoon’s thighs, for sure leaving marks behind. He pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Eyes were dark and full of lust, “open your mouth,” you do as he says, sticking your tongue out as he slaps his tip on your tongue. He gets up and motions, “come here,” you immediately get out of bed and stand in front of him.

“Get on the bed on all fours for me…show me that pretty ass, baby.”

You do as he says, while he kneels down in front of the bed. Ass all in his face. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Why didn’t you tell daddy how much your pretty pussy needed attention?” He removes your panties, throwing them on the ground.

“Joon, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…touch…me…” you moan.

Namjoon runs his fingers on your folds, spreading your arousal evenly before spitting on your cunt. He inserts two fingers as well as his warm tongue, circling your clit.

“Oh shit, J-Joon! Feels so good…”

The gushing noises from your wetness echoed through the walls. His teeth nibble on your clit, that’s when you lose it. His fingertips brush against your g-spot, making you throw your head back as he took that opportunity to add a third finger. You wine, gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling your climax coming like fireworks. Namjoon continuously flicking his tongue on your clit, persistent on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Baby…g-gonna cum!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “p-please let me cum!”

“Let go, baby girl.”

And with that, you release your juices all over his fingers. He doesn’t hesitate to suck all your liquids up like nectar. He stands up, giving your ass a smack, lining himself up, pumping his length and pushed his dick inside you.

“You’re so tight,” he moans, having a solid grip on your waist. Namjoon’s pace quickens, the sound of skin slapping against each other. The position making you feel every inch of him deep inside of you. White cream perfectly coating his shaft.

“Holy shit, Joon!” You scream. He grabs a chunk of your hair, only to thrust aggressively in you. Moans unable to escape your mouth. Your head is spinning and feel your second climax coming in. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, fuck me just like that.”

Reaching for his hand, he grabs your wrist, pinning them against your back. “You take my dick so well, so good for me. I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

Your walls clench around his cock, making him twitch. Your back arcs and legs go weak as you reach your orgasm full on.

“Shit, I felt that!” Namjoon groans at the tightness around his cock. “I’m close Y/N, where do you want me?”

“In my mouth,”

He quickly removes himself from inside you and stands next to the bed. His large hands pumping himself in front of you. Your mouth open, patiently waiting for him to release.

“Ahh…fuck Y/N!” He moans, throwing his head back, his white warm load shooting right into your mouth, swallowing every single drop, sucking him off dry.

You giggle as you pump his length a few times before letting go.

“Come here,” Namjoon breathes, laying next to you as he wraps his arms around your waist. Your hot sweaty bodies glue together.

“That was fucking amazing, Joonie.” You lay your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat.

He laughs, finally catching his breath. “So…was this worth me interrupting you?”

“Mmm, what do you think?” You laugh, kissing his cheek.

[moon-alight]

hiyaa can i please request a mingyu fic (smut) where him and reader have been together for a while and want a baby?

Sure thing! I love Mingyu, defo one of my bias wreckers so this was once again super fun.

MINORS GET LOST!

Future baby momma- Seventeen Mingyu

Synopsis: You had spend a day babysitting your friend's child. Every time Mingyu saw you with the little fella, he wandered off deeper and deeper into his fantasy of having a family with you.

Warnings: fluffy smut, soft dom Mingyu x afab sub reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink,

Word Count: 524 (A bit shorter because the amount of smut people are requesting lately is insane! I'm literally a bit stuck, sorry)

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through your shared bedroom. Mingyu's face buried in the crook of your neck where he has been for the past hour.

You had just dropped off your friend's one-year-old baby back at her house before Mingyu pulled you in the car and drove the two of you home. He was talking about how pretty you'd look with a bump and how he would love to have a baby of his own.

After he had pulled you through three orgasms and himself through two, he continued, wanting to be sure that something would stick. His breathing is shaky when he pulls in and out of you like a magnet attracted to its source.

He couldn't bring himself to stop, not when you looked so pretty under him, clasping his back to keep your grip on reality as your body is being send through heaven. He couldn't stop when your sounds are so beautifully sinful to hear and all just because of him.

"You are going to be such a pretty momma. I can already see it, baby." Mingyu whispers, his dream of wanting a family coming closer the more he ruts into you. As if he can already feel the baby's heartbeat.

"M-Mingyu." Oh you are completely lost. You have been for the past 30 minutes. After orgasm two, you were as good as fucked dumb and he fucking knew it.

"Yes, baby. Imagine how hot you would look with your belly all round and those damn stretchmarks." He groans at the thought. "Can't wait to see you look all gorgeous with cute tiger stripes to accentuate your figure." He would be lying if he said it didn't sound appealing.

"Mingyu, 'm close." You mumble, feeling him impossibly reach deeper, his tip pressing your cervix every time he trusts in.

"Cum for me. Let me fill you up with my babies, does that sound good? Mh?"

"Yes, fuck--" You clench around him, your mind shutting down as black spots blind your vision momentarily. The strength of your orgasm sends you in a wave of bliss. You clench so hard, Mingyu knows he is losing his damn mind already.

He halts his movements when his hot liquid fills you for the third time tonight. All your senses return, with that also the overstimulation. Mingyu had pulled out, his eyes fixated on your entrance, watching as his cum floods out of you.

You whimper in protest when you feel his fingers collect his cum and push it back inside of you.

"Mingyu--'s too much."

"I know baby. I know." Mingyu replies, continuing to finger his cum back inside of you. "Gotta make sure nothing spills. Let's hope that does the trick, huh?" He smiles at your goofy grin. "How about we take a bath to relax, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good." You agree, only half-realizing what is happening. The other half of you is exhausted after the events of the past hour or so.

"Good, I'm gonna take care of my future baby-momma." Mingyu whispers, kissing your cheek and getting up to run the bath. "I love you."

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

Special delivery

AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.