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seungmin-mongmong · 10 months ago

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Hide n' Seek

warning: edging, degrading, names: brat, unprotected sex, smut

pairing: minho x fem.reader

(This is my first ever time writing a smut so pls leave tips 😭🙏)

"Y/n-ah, where are you?”, you heard Minho say, as steps were coming closer. You knew that if you got caught now, you’d probably not be able to walk tomorrow. Minho had been searching for 20 minutes, and was starting to feel irritated. “Jagi please. Just come out already. I can’t take it anymore”, he said as the steps disappeared again. You and Minho just wanted to joke around, especially you since he was needy and he just wanted to feel you. Even though you’re not the one controlling in bed, you still love to tease him once in a while. “Minho~ Im over here baby” you teased.

He had looked everywhere for you, but one place he hadn’t checked was under the bed. “Agh, seriously y/n. Come on, or else I’ll just take care of it myself. Please help me, you know I’m horny.” he said. Suddenly it was quiet. You couldn’t hear him at all. Not even a step or a creak in the floor. “Minho?” It was too quiet now, you had to say something. “Jagiya, are you okay?” Still no response from him. You started to wonder if he’d gone out of the house.

Just as you were about to peek from under the bed, you saw his legs coming towards the bed. You held your breath and covered your mouth as he walked towards you. Then, he just stopped. Right in front of you, standing there in front of the mattress. “Ah, y/n-ah. Looks like you wont be getting any sleep this night either” he said, as he ducked down to meet you face, red and covering your mouth to keep still.

You felt embarrassed for being found but you were starting to get a little needy too. “Come on, finally. Im gonna fuck you so good y/n.” You slowly crawled out, as he started to unbuckle his belt. Oh he did it so slow, just to tease you back for what you did. As you sat down on the edge of the bed, you quickly threw your shirt off. Now it was your turn to be needy.

You got so impatient waiting for Minho to get undressed. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you couldn’t focus on anything else than finally seeing his cock out of his boxers. But no, Minho hadn’t even gotten his tight, black, tank top off yet. “Agh please, I’m sorry, hurry up Minho” He didn’t say anything back, just looked at you with a slight smirk.

You took your skirt off whilst waiting, leaving your body exposed, with nothing but lingerie on in front of Minho. You could see his thirsty gaze stare on your bare body. “Oh I am too lucky to have you y/n. What did i do to deserve this?” he said as he was almost done undressed. “All yours Minho. This is for your eyes only” you said back, almost whispering.

Finally, as he was removing his last piece of clothing, you layed down in the bed, waiting for him. Suddenly, Minho towers over your body, as he whispers “You know, i wont go so easy on you this time. Not after you teased me.” He stares right into your eyes with his dark but soft look. “Maybe i will have to punish you, for not behaving huh?” he says as that smirk grows on his face again.

Next thing you know, you’re making out, placing sloppy kisses down each other’s necks, leaving hickeys. “You’re mine you know that?” Minho suddenly says. The kissing continues and you are only able to hum in response. As you both catch your breath back, he looks at you with those glistening eyes. “Minho, please, I need you inside me.”

He continues to look at you, eyes almost darkening. “Do you even deserve this? Have you been good?”

You stay silent, even though he sees a ‘no’ in your eyes. “Thats what i thought.” he says under his breath.

“Please, i swear I’ll be good. Please Minho” you beg. He looks at you with a smirk. “If you say so.” he responds, almost as if he has an evil plan.

He slowly starts to insert his cock, into you. You let out a small gasp when his cock stretches your walls. Minho then slides in to you while you let yourself adjust. “Like this yeah?” Minho asks.

You nod in response as he slowly starts thrusting into you. He takes it slow, to make sure it’s ok for you as he picks up the pace a bit. Sloppy but gentle movements start to fill your mind.

Now, you cant focus on anything else but Minho. His visuals, his body and his perfect dick is all you need right now. Your bubble of thoughts break when you feel Minho thrusting into your sweet spot. You cant help but let out a moan. He knows how you get sensitive when he fucks you there.

You feel the pleasure build up as he fucks into that spot, over and over again. “Ah fuck,” you slip out. He looks at you with a smirk, knowing whats coming next. “Minho-, im gonna cum” you moan. “Really?” he answers cold. Just as you are about to cum, Minho pull out. “Brats dont deserve this right? This is your punishment.” You whine desperately after his cock. “Just because this stupid game of yours.. hide n seek? Seriously?” he scoffs. “Minho please i need you, dont edge me like this” you say. He smirks that evil smirk again.

“Do you want me that bad hm? Then beg. Brats dont get this for free.” he says. “Oh please, jagi please just let me cum, i will behave i promise” you whine. Minho doesn’t answer but instead he inserts his cock into you again, and you moan as he does. This time he doesnt go slow. He thrusts you deep and fast, making you both moan in pleasure. As the orgasm is approaching, you hear Minho breathing heavily onto your shoulder.

“Oh fuck, im gonna, cum, inside you.” he says out of breath. At this point you cant even respond. All that left your mouth was whines and moans of pleasure. Minho really was hitting your sweet spot now. He then fucks much faster as you feel it. You both cum and Minho collapses right beside you on the bed.

“Ah, Minho..” you say. “Im yours, sorry, i will behave.” you pant. “Thats right. My little brat.” he says while smiling to you.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago

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spencer delivers 🙏

Bran followed me like a hopeless puppy, chasing me as I slipped from his fingertips.

ajsjsksk

they're self aware and i love that for them

I'd always assumed he was in love with Meer since after she and her brother Jojen had joined your group, he seemed weirdly tense and much quieter than previously. I never wished to press, but some underlying jealousy burrowed within me.

👀

since his voice had dropped.

...we're both thinking the same thing right?

That stirred something inside me, more than I wished to admit.

In all our years, he's never invited me to sleep at his house, and my parents are always surprised when I come home.

NEVER???? BRAN BABE STEP UP YOUR RIZZ

They seemed to be waiting for the day

even your parents ship it bestie

Bran was a huge Hozier and Weezer fan,

pffff this is so accurate i can feel it

That's when I notice the song playing- Someone New by Hozier- a brow raising.

AJSKSK SPENCER THE WAY YOU WROTE THIS I CAN'T

We walked in and immediately were met with Robb Stark walking out of the kitchen, shirtless with shorts on and a bowl of cereal in his calloused hands. I look up at his face, trying to avoid staring at his chest, lined with faint scars and a tuft of chest hair, his happy trail visible right above the waist of his pants.

spencer...........

don't make me into the wrong brother here or i'll start howling

My eyes trail down, widening slightly at the strain between his legs on his pants. I quickly avert my gaze. No fucking way; he was hard as all hell right now.

"Nah, not at all. Didn't know I was your girlfriend though, coulda been consoled on that," I tease, watching as Bran rolls his eyes and sits next to me, lying back as he looks at the ceiling.

"I dare you," I drag out, smiling at him as I lean in. "To kiss me." Bran's cheeks flush as he swallows hard, glances at my lips, and then back into my eyes. "Don't worry; it can be just a peck."

SHE'S SO MUCH SMOOTHER THAN I AM SMH

"You like anyone?" He asks as his brows knitted anxiously. I see a sense of hope in his eyes, making my heart ache.

babe i just let you stick your tongue down my throat what do you think?

"What? Why would I like Meer?" Bran asks, making me feel humiliated at such a question.

im currently reliving the scene he practically rejects her and im on the verge of screaming

"Let me lock the door," he pants out,

i--

"I'm gonna love you right, sweetheart," he murmurs into the kiss, biting my bottom lip tauntingly. "You're fuckin' beautiful." I laugh softly, moving from his lips and raising a brow.

*bran slowly turns on frank sinatra*

in more ways than one

"Chivalry is overrated; you're getting in my bed," he demands,

I ALREADY KNEW THE LINE BUT I SWEAR THIS MADE ME CACKLE

He grabs strawberries and grapes,

oh?

The juice traces my left nipple to my right, down my stomach, and then to my aching lower lips.

He pops the fruit into his mouth, eating it as he moves down and licks over my sensitive chest, taking in the taste of my sweet citrusy body wash with the tangy strawberry juice.

SPENCER YOUR MIND IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE

Lazily, I grab it from my side and look at the person in question, showing Bran, who is looking up between my legs, still tending to my lower piece. Jojen. "Answer it," Bran demands, seeing my confusion. "Now."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jojen asks once more, ignoring my question. I hear shuffling again, the clinking of a belt.

"I- Uh… You called during Bran's treat," I whine out,

AJSJSKSKDS

"No, no… Stay. Your voice is driving me crazy, Jojie." I whine out, Bran's gaze becoming possessive and fiery as he pops off my lower piece and slips off his boxers, grinding his cock to my damp cunt. I hear Jojen draw in a long groan, making my insides ache. Fucking pervert, I love it.

SPENCER

"I wish I was there, fuck." I'd never heard Jojen swear. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on even more.

well now i know what my next request is gonna be oml

"Such a good girl, baby. My fucking whore." he murmurs, moving down and kissing along my neck,

okay but praise kink and degradation kink go brrr brrr

"Don't get comfy yet; we're done when Jojen gets to drain his cock inside this filthy cunt too."

I AM IN SHOCK

might i request some modern bran where he's been in love with his best friend the past few years but hasn't said anything because he doesn't want to make things weird in their friend group with meer and jojen? 👀with these staying the staying the night prompts mayhaps?

❝ i know this might sound weird but, do you wanna stay over? i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but. i think it’d be nice. ❞

and

❝ chivalry is overrated, get in my bed. ❞

fruits. - modern!bran, modern!jojen

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran & modern!jojen x reader (a/n): i appreciate this request so much thea 🥹🥹 you know how much i love bran 🤍🤍 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! also he isn’t in a wheelchair in this cause i just think it’d be easier to write a sexual scene where he’s dominant if he can walk CW: jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, jojen is on the phone, slight food play?, degradation mixed with praise (words like slut, whore, all that jazz are kinda used), possessiveness, bran takes some pictures and videos of you while having sex all notes are appreciated. words: 3k tag list: @fairysluna @twizzy123 @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again

Years slip from Bran's fingertips, his love for me growing daily.

We'd met when we were around nine, being insufferable ever since. Bran followed me like a hopeless puppy, chasing me as I slipped from his fingertips. I always found someone new and would come to him crying, heartbroken that yet another disgusting person had shattered that loving heart of mine. He held me for years, always being there when I needed him the most. He did struggle with showing his affection toward me, coming off as merely friendly and caring to me, never showing any signs of feelings. I grew hyper-aware of my blossoming affection for Brandon Stark when I reached sixteen but stayed silent due to his stiffness when I brought up romantics. I'd always assumed he was in love with Meer since after she and her brother Jojen had joined your group, he seemed weirdly tense and much quieter than previously. I never wished to press, but some underlying jealousy burrowed within me. Or perhaps, he loved Jojen? It was definitely on the table with how he looked at the boy, and Jojen grinned awkwardly in return.

I'm affectionate, always hugging Jojen and Meer as they flush and laugh, returning the affection. However, Bran seemed uncomfortable with my love since they joined, significantly pushing himself away from my touch since his voice had dropped. It may be a puberty thing; I was still determining. That was until this particular night when I realized I had misread his signals drastically. That he, in fact, craved my affections, but not in a way I so thought.

We walked to Bran's car since he was my ride; Jojen had been riding with Meer since she got her license. I could tell Bran was extra tense today, his breathing staggered, and his cheeks grew pink as he clenched the right strap of his bag. We say nothing, getting inside the vehicle as I toss my bag into the back seat and look over to him, watching as he clumsily shoves the key into the hole and turns it, his left hand stroking over the wheel slowly and then clenching it. The way his calloused fingers traced the material of the wheel, so tender as he then gripped it as his thumb rubbed over it, seemingly soothing it as if it was a person.

That stirred something inside me, more than I wished to admit.

I was brought out of my trance as Bran spoke, looking at me nervously. "Look, I know this might sound weird," he starts, inhaling shakily and avoiding eye contact. "Do you maybe wanna stay over? I guess 'sleepover' sounds childish, but. It'd be nice." In all our years, he's never invited me to sleep at his house, and my parents are always surprised when I come home. They seemed to be waiting for the day I just stayed the night with Bran, given we've known each other for ages, and they trusted him not to do anything inappropriate. Boy, were they wrong. He starts awkwardly apologizing and insisting if I feel uncomfortable, I don't have to come over, but I merely laugh. He stops talking, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Hey, hey! Breathe," I laugh, raising a brow. "I'm gonna stay the night. Let me text my parents." The tension in the car eases as he drives off to his house, seeming quite ambitious and unreasonably excited about this.

The drive is long and drawn out, the silence in the car prominent. I look at him out of the corner of my eye ad see a bit of sweat rolling down his brow, noting his shuffling as he purses his lips. He pushes up his glasses with the back of his hand, noticing me staring and smiling sweetly at me in return to my gaze. I glance at his phone, and he catches the hint.

"Oh, right. Music," he laughs, stopping at a red light and quickly putting on a tune. Bran was a huge Hozier and Weezer fan, which was weirdly fitting. His voice fits so well with Hozier, but Weezer fits his personality. We'd gotten into countless arguments over if you could consider Weezer music, and he's turned me to his side every time. Though, to each their own. I hear the soft tune, relieved he decided to put on Hozier instead of the latter, Bran murmuring the words as he turns up the radio and continues to drive.

That's when I notice the song playing- Someone New by Hozier- a brow raising. He pats the drum beat on his wheel, nodding to the words and singing quietly. I take in every word, knowing Bran focused on lyrics rather than the rhythm and pacing of his music. This song had to be directed to Meer. I'll need to ask him sometime tonight about his feelings toward her.

We'd pulled up to his house, all his siblings and cousin out, besides Robb, who was home sick then. We walked in and immediately were met with Robb Stark walking out of the kitchen, shirtless with shorts on and a bowl of cereal in his calloused hands. I look up at his face, trying to avoid staring at his chest, lined with faint scars and a tuft of chest hair, his happy trail visible right above the waist of his pants. His eyes scanned me, then Bran. I watch his hand run through his beautiful curls, then scratch his facial hair with a slight smirk.

"Brought your girlfriend?" Robb coos, making my cheeks burn. When I look at Bran, I see a faint warning glare across his eyes. My eyes trail down, widening slightly at the strain between his legs on his pants. I quickly avert my gaze. No fucking way; he was hard as all hell right now. "Don't have too much fun." Robb's remark makes Bran audibly grumble, leaving me mildly offended. What was that for? Did he not find me appealing? I look back to his brother, who is now lazed on the couch and turning on the TV, eyes lidded as he watches and munches on his cereal without worrying about the world around him.

Trying to brush over the remark, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing some strawberries and grapes.

Before I could ask if he wanted anything, Bran grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room, slamming the door and sighing loud, running his hands down his face. "I'm sorry about him; you know how he is," Bran grumbles, making me chuckle as I sit on his bed. "Did he make you uncomfortable?" I notice the worry crossing his face, a sincere smile coming to my lips.

"Nah, not at all. Didn't know I was your girlfriend though, coulda been consoled on that," I tease, watching as Bran rolls his eyes and sits next to me, lying back as he looks at the ceiling.

Hours pass of idle chitchat and playing some board and video games together, but then it comes to a game of truth or dare.

"I dare you," I drag out, smiling at him as I lean in. "To kiss me." Bran's cheeks flush as he swallows hard, glances at my lips, and then back into my eyes. "Don't worry; it can be just a peck."

His kiss catches me off guard, his lips suddenly on mine without warning. It's deeper than I thought it'd be, his hand cupping my cheek as he presses his chest to mine for a moment. As he pulls away, I feel dizzy and breathless.

"Truth or dare," he whispers, lips hovering over mine. I take my lower lip between my teeth, slowly pulling from him and examining his features. "Truth." Bran liked my response, wetting his lips with flushed cheeks.

"You like anyone?" He asks as his brows knitted anxiously. I see a sense of hope in his eyes, making my heart ache.

"Of course I do," I play it cool, laughing weakly and pretending to lack understanding. "Truth or dare?"

"Hit me with a truth," he smiles. I can tell he's happy by my response.

"Do you like Meer?" I blurt out without a second thought, a question I've held in for years. Surprise corrupts his previously playful expression.

"What? Why would I like Meer?" Bran asks, making me feel humiliated at such a question.

"I don't know, you just are constantly with her and always being weirdly flirty. I sometimes feel pushed aside, you know?" I murmur, fiddling with my hands and avoiding looking at him.

I hear him chuckle as he moves his hand to my cheek, palms soft as he makes me look at him. "I thought you liked Jojen; why are you acting all jealous over the possibility of me liking Meer?" he murmurs as I widen my eyes.

"Jojen?! Heck no! I've been in love with you, you idiot!" I rush out the words, realizing what I'd just admitted. My breath hitches; time feels as if it's frozen. Holy shit, I just ruined my friendship; he hates me; this is it.

My thoughts stop when his lips are on mine like before. I whine into his loving action, moving my hands to his hair and inhaling shakily against his lips, his tongue brushing my bottom lip. Our tongues dance in a forbidden tango, saliva mixing as he pulls away much sooner than I wished.

"Let me lock the door," he pants out, pecking my lips as he scrambles. My eyes trail to the fruit resting on the bedside table as I reach over and eat a grape, the juice spurting out and down my chin. I laugh, going to wipe it off but hearing Bran's stern voice. "No, no. Stay still." his tone is calm as he trails over to me, grabbing my chin and licking the juice trailing down my neck. The lick lines my neck, up my chin, and to my lips, where he feverishly kisses me. I stand closer to him, trailing my hands up his shirt and gently clawing at his back as he picks me up and lets me hook my legs around his waist.

"I'm gonna love you right, sweetheart," he murmurs into the kiss, biting my bottom lip tauntingly. "You're fuckin' beautiful." I laugh softly, moving from his lips and raising a brow.

"Well aren't you chivalrous?" I tease, watching as he rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Chivalry is overrated; you're getting in my bed," he demands, tossing me onto the mattress and tugging my shirt over my head, taking in the sight of my upper body as his strained cock twitches in his pants. "Holy hell." slowly, he reaches beneath me, unclasps my bra, slips it away from my torso, and watches as it falls in front of the bedside table. Bran's eyes trail to the fruits with a mischievous grin, looking at me with a pleading gaze. "Can I try something?"

"Just be gentle," I plea, watching as he stalks over to the bedside, slipping off his shirt and tossing it down next to my discarded bra. He grabs strawberries and grapes, setting them next to my torso as he slips off my pants and underwear, pausing momentarily to take in the sight of my glistening cunt, dripping with slickness. He nearly audibly gulps, whimpering quietly as his hand strokes up my thigh and to my cunny, rolling his thumb in circles on my neglected bud. I writhe, closing my eyes and whining his name under my breath. My hips desperately follow his touch, thighs trembling lightly as he moves his other hand to the cut strawberries and traces it down my torso with a slight squeeze. The juice traces my left nipple to my right, down my stomach, and then to my aching lower lips. He pops the fruit into his mouth, eating it as he moves down and licks over my sensitive chest, taking in the taste of my sweet citrusy body wash with the tangy strawberry juice. His licks trail from one nipple to the next, massaging each breast when moving between them as he grinds his clothed cock between my legs, making me shiver in delight yet mild frustration. His licks then move down my stomach and to my cunt where I inhale sharply as he trails his tongue between my soaked folds and to my bud, wrapping his lips over it with a soft whimper as he slips off his pants and abuses the clit with his mouth, tongue wandering slightly to my entrance before moving back up, his fingers prodding my hole. The moment he pushes them in, filling me with his middle and ring finger, I hear my phone buzzing. Lazily, I grab it from my side and look at the person in question, showing Bran, who is looking up between my legs, still tending to my lower piece.

Jojen.

"Answer it," Bran demands, seeing my confusion. "Now." He waits until I accept the call before he pushes his fingers in and out vigorously and multiplies the abuse on my cunt, making me moan loudly into the phone, interrupting Jojen's hello.

"Everything okay?" Jojen asks after a moment of silence. I can't stop panting, trying to swallow it down as Bran smiles against my pussy, continuing his tentative actions to my now-swollen clit. "Hey, you hear me?" his voice is now contorted to worry.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," I pant out, closing my eyes and whimpering into the phone, hips bucking into Bran's mouth. Jojen goes silent again as I hear a faint rustling from the other side of the phone, then a closing of what I can only assume is his bedroom door. "Gods, I'm sorry… What do you need?" I stifle a moan as Bran's fingers touch a spongy spot inside me, making me gasp shakily and bite my tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jojen asks once more, ignoring my question. I hear shuffling again, the clinking of a belt. I look to Bran, who pops off my clit for a moment. Perhaps Jojen is just changing, right? "You keep making noises."

"Tell him. Tell him who's making you feel this good," he whispers, licking a stripe along my folds and under my clit, then wrapping his lips around the bud.

"I- Uh… You called during Bran's treat," I whine out, hearing Jojen let in a shaky inhale. Bran urges me to put it on speaker, which I gladly do.

"Should I hang up?" He says after a drawn-out silence, his voice weaker. Bran shakes his head, urging me to tease him.

"Gods… You sound so sweet, angel." Jojen pants out, a bit of a wetter noise coming from the other line. I grin, biting my lip and inhaling sharply as Bran sheathes himself inside my velvety entrance, making my hips jerk, and my eyes roll back with a pained moan. "I wish I was there, fuck." I'd never heard Jojen swear. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on even more. I watch as Bran holds himself back from pushing inside, grabbing his phone and fumbling for the camera, angling the photo to capture his cock buried inside me. I hear a faint vibration from Jojen's side, making me flush in embarrassment. Though I can't dwell on such a feeling for long as Bran thrusts his hips and dives deep into that spongy spot, he took advantage of earlier, making me see stars and cry out his name.

Jojen's breathing grows incredibly labored on the other side with pitiful moans and pleas for more, which Bran provides tenfold with videos.

"Such a good girl, baby. My fucking whore." he murmurs, moving down and kissing along my neck, pounding deep into my soaking insides that clamp around his piece. "You're. Mine." he glances at the phone and then into my eyes possessively, making me whimper and nod. I soft moan Jojen's name hearing him inhale sharply and whimper out my name in return. Bran's phone dings and I watch as he opens a video from Jojen.

The video is only a minute, with Jojen stroking his long and weeping uncut cock as his hips stutter and push into his hand. Oh, what I'd give to have that stuffed in me too. Bran and Jojen were both quite large. It's always the lengthy men.

Bran notices my star-struck expression and tosses his phone away, grabbing my chin and making me look at him as I whimper. "Such a filthy girl, thinking about Jojen's cock stuffing that pretty mouth of yours," he coos, smiling down at me. I feel my peak inching closer, his hips slamming into mine as he pants and grows dazed, seemingly obsessed with this feeling as he slows his thrusts and draws his cock in and out, embracing the way I pulse around him and cry out, begging him to move faster. Jojen immediately goes to FaceTime; his camera set him to where I can see his cock leaking with pre. I eye the sight, helpless and whining. Bran helps me set up the camera, then pins me down by the wrists and pounds me into oblivion, hips shaking and thighs trembling as we both near our climax.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna-" he can't finish his sentence, letting out the most pitiful and bottoming-out moan I've ever heard, burying his face in my neck as I reach my peak, watching Jojen stroke vigorously to his own, shooting a long string of cum onto his neck and chest. We ride out this high together, stopping around the same time as Bran pants and grinds his hips, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Don't get comfy yet; we're done when Jojen gets to drain his cock inside this filthy cunt too."

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