#poc kpop smut

[linos-luna]

Hush ❣️

Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, groping, sex

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Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. It was early in the morning when his housemate, Chan, had come home and was in the next room. Last night he was at the studio, working himself to exhaustion. But now he’s here.

So what was the problem? Well you were being intimate with your boyfriend. You were on his lap, his hard cock deep in your cunt. Jeongin was laying down, holding onto your thighs then ass as he moved you. But when hearing the front door, you froze.

“Shit… I thought… you said—…” you whispered, trying to keep your breathing down.

“He’ll leave soon.” Jeongin whispered back causally. “Keep going baby… you look so hot right now.”

Small whimpers escaped your lips as you moved again. It was slow and you did your absolute best to keep quiet. But it must’ve been too slow for your boyfriend because he decided to thrust up.

“J-Jeon— agh~” This elicited a moan to escape your lips and your cheeks went red. You looked down at jeongin, only to see your boyfriend smiling devilishly at you while tapping his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion.

Slowly you moved your hand to cover your mouth and Jeongin started thrusting up again. It was hard to keep quiet and your eyes rolled back as you held your mouth. Moans and gasps suppressed.

‘When is he leaving??’ You thought to yourself.

Chan was grabbing his keys and a soda from the fridge. You knew he was leaving soon but it felt like he was taking forever!

“Shhh~” Jeongin whispered in a teasing tone as a muffled moan escaped you. “Wouldn’t want Channie to hear you now, hm?”

“Mm—mm— mm—” It was hard to think straight as he hit that sweet spot multiple times but you managed to shake your head.

Your thighs trembled as you now moved yourself and gasps covered by your hand.

“Such a good girl~” he whispered while holding your waist then using one hand to gently massage your breast. “Keep going~”

That sweet release was so close and you felt yourself clenching around him it as you moved feverishly.

Finally, he left. There was silence in the front room. The front door closed and the clicking of the lock could be heard. Jeongin grunted as he thrusted up and you let go of your mouth. “Such a good girl! Fuck—… you’re so good~”

“A-ah— j-Jeongin—! I-I—“ you moaned loudly, no longer caring about the volume. “I-I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum—!” You gasped aloud.

“I know.” He smirked. “Let go now. Let go for me.”

As if on command you came. And you came hard. It left you panting and eyes glassy.

Jeongin was pretty satisfied and careful not to move just in case you were too overstimulated. “Good job, baby. Let’s rest now, okay?”

[2cupids]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏$$𝐘 | 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings — fem reader, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), f.ingering, pet names (doll, baby)

no sooner than your vision returns to normal, does your boyfriend’s latch his mouth onto your overly sensitive core again.

you’ve lost count of how count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. hell, you can barely even remember your last name. that’s how foggy your brain is.

you run your fingers through his hair and weakly tug at the strands but just enough to get his attention as you whine. “p-please too much, i-it’s too m-much.”

he moans against your cunt from the sting of his hair being pulled but he remains unfazed by your pleads, continuing to flick his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth as he drives two fingers into your hole. he does, however, let his free hand roam around the sheets until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters at the simple yet intimate gesture.

he remains situated between your legs, one minute he’s lapping at your arousal then the next minute he’s suddenly pulling away and sitting back on his knees to look at you.

“let me honest with you, doll. i’m nowhere near finished with you. you let me have one taste of that sweet pussy and i can’t help myself, you know how i get,” he says before bending down to whisper the next part in your ear. “just let me stay down here a little longer— play with her a little more. then i’ll put this dick inside that pretty little pussy of yours if you’ll let me and fuck you to sleep while i fill you up.”

you clench around nothing except air at the lewdness of his words and all you can do in response is dumbly nod at him, too weak and tired to speak.

he brings your hand up to his lips, your fingers still interlocked and kisses the back of your hand. “thank you for being so good for me baby. we’ll do whatever you want tomorrow, how does that sound?”

you nod again and he returns to his previous position, placing a kiss on the hood of your swollen clit. “you think if i add three fingers i can get you to squirt?”

shownu, kihyun, johnny, taeyong, yuta, kun, changkyun, doyoung, jaehyun, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, san, mark, xiaojun, mingi, hendery, haechan, jaemin

note: now y’all i don’t write for mx but i.m, shownu, and kihyun (jooheon too lowkey) give me the vibe that they would do this

[moonlightdreamzz]

HEATED KISSES — Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, and Jungwon ♡

You know, those times where the kisses get heated…

Heeseung

It started at the arcade the two of you went to, per your begging, where Heeseung couldn't seem to let you go anywhere without him lingering on your backside and burying his nose in the nape of your neck. You knew something was on his mind, because he usually did a good job of keeping himself composed around you especially in public, but you couldn't tell if he had just missed you a lot, had a bad day, or both. Even on the way home was his large hand gripped on the inside of your thigh, rubbing gentles circles while he pressed gentle kisses on your forehead.

You wanted to look in his eyes so badly, but the way you had been pooling all day due to his constant affection towards you, you knew you could easily lose control and the two of you hadn't taken things to that level yet. Neither of you wanted to feel like a piece of meat, and both of you wanted the other to know how serious you were about each other.

"Can Y/N come inside for a bit, hyung?" Heeseung asks sweetly. He's trying so hard to contain himself and keep his voice light, but all he could think about was placing you against the nearest surface and connecting his lips to yours.

"Yeah, but keep it down. Be back in 20 minutes." His manager playfully presses his point finger to your head and shoves gently, causing you to giggle.

Heeseung walked inside first, removing all the garments he wore to protect his identity, and you did the same. You weren't sure if the other boys were out or asleep, but the dorm was extremely quiet, leaving the two of you with some privacy.

You followed your boyfriend to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, not knowing exactly what to do or say because all you could feel was your heartbeat pulsating, and not just in your chest. It was almost as if Heeseung could hear it too, judging by the way his eyes were piercing into you. It was odd how you could always read him. While you didn't know before, you definitely knew now that his lingering touches were because he felt the exact same way you did.

He didn't speak but slowly began to walk towards you until his slim figure towered over you. Your eyes refused to leave each other, and you could feel his shaky breath screaming for release.

"I'm sorry, baby. There's just something about you today... I can't control myself. But I'm really trying."

It was adorable how disappointed in himself he sounded. You placed your hands on the bottom of his shirt, causing his breath to hitch. As you began rubbing near the belt of his jeans, his lips connected to yours in a kiss more intense than you had ever shared before.

Heeseung's lips were soft but insistent, moving against yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed tightly together. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

A soft moan escaped his lips, a sound so beautiful it made your knees weak. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as his hands found their way under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your waist. Every touch ignited a fire within you, making you crave more of him.

Heeseung's kisses trailed down your jawline to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured your name. The sensation was almost too much to bear, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arched into him, your hands exploring the contours of his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch.

His hips began to grind against yours, the friction driving you both to the brink of madness. You matched his pace, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in the moment. It felt as if fireworks were exploding inside you, each spark fueled by his touch and his taste.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Heeseung's hands slipped inside your shorts, while yours found their way into his jeans. The sensation was electric, and you both gasped at the intensity of the connection. His lips captured yours again, the kiss more urgent, more desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

His touch was driving you wild, and you felt as if you were about to explode from the sheer intensity of it all. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his phone began to ring.

He struggled to pull away from you, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with frustration. "It's been 20 minutes," he breathed out, still frazzled from your interaction. "I'm... I'm sorry, I know that we—"

You pressed a kiss to his lips once more, silencing him. "I love you, Heeseung. I'll text you when I get home."

Jake

“Do I look good? Hmm?” you asked, your voice tinged with playful curiosity. You can’t help but notice the intense way Jake is eyeing you, a dangerous glint in his gaze. He leans against the doorframe of the dressing room, arms crossed, as you try on the dresses he had meticulously picked out for you. Each outfit seems to draw his attention more, his eyes roaming over every detail, making your heart race.

He chuckles, and it warms your body that’s revealing itself little by little as you take off the last dress you were trying on in this store. “Good as hell, love.” He utters in a low voice, his aussie accent thick.

“Yeah?” You tease.

“Yeah.” He affirms.

You grab your jeans and attempt to put them on, until you feel Jake's cold fingertips stop you in your tracks. He steps closer, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension building between you, an electric charge in the air that's impossible to ignore.

"Jake..." you whisper, but your words are cut off as his lips crash into yours, urgent and demanding. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens.

Your hands tangle in his hair, and you can feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

The world outside the dressing room fades away as his lips move against yours, the kiss growing more heated by the second. His touch is everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You break apart just long enough to catch your breath, foreheads pressed together, the air thick with desire.

"Control yourself." you murmur, a teasing smile on your lips.

Jake's eyes darken with a smoldering intensity as he leans in for another kiss, his answer clear in the way he devours your lips with renewed passion.

“You make it impossible, being all sexy and shit like that.”

Sunghoon

"So you're telling me you don't see that?" Niki whispers to you quietly, a sly smirk on his face.

The "that" he was referring to was Sunghoon allegedly staring at you from across the room, with what Niki described as a look that could best be described as "pure hatred" towards your playful interaction. The moment you turn around to look at Sunghoon, because you never were the type to back down from him, you think he's going to turn away in shame, but he doesn't. He holds your gaze, unflinching.

"Go ahead and lie. Say you don't see it," Niki emphasizes. This snaps you out of your trance, causing you to whip your head back to him.

"Sunghoon could care less about me and what I'm doing," you utter. "Sometimes I wonder if he even likes me."

You don't mean it. You don't think? He could just be too... cool when it came to you sometimes. So much so that you had to double-check with the members to see if he even liked you for real. You weren't flirting with Niki by any means, but you'd be lying if you said Sunghoon's seemingly angry glare didn’t make you feel…good.

"Uh oh," Niki mutters, swiftly walking away from you.

Before you can even turn to see why he pulled a disappearing act on you, you feel Sunghoon's hand grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling you down the hall to the bathroom. He shuts the door swiftly before backing you into it, his eyes burning with intensity.

Without a word, he presses his lips to yours in a jealous rage. The kiss is fierce, filled with a possessiveness you've never felt from him before. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the raw emotion in his touch.

"Sunghoon," you manage to gasp between kisses, but he silences you with another searing kiss, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that takes your breath away.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his voice low and rough. "I care more than you think. And I don't want to see you with anyone else." He breathes out. “So stop.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his words sink in. You reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair, and pull him back down for another kiss, this one softer but no less intense. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he's afraid to let go.

In that moment, all your doubts and insecurities melt away, leaving only the heat of the kiss and the undeniable truth of Sunghoon's feelings for you.

Jungwon

You and Jungwon's drunken giggles filled your apartment as you both struggled to stay upright, stumbling and swaying with each step.

"How did we let this happen?" he wheezes, collapsing to the ground just as you did a few seconds ago-the cause of your seemingly unstoppable laughter in the first place.

"I give up," you sigh, letting yourself drop beside him, nuzzling into the side of his neck. His body melts into yours instantly, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

Your eyes are mere inches apart, and his dimple appears, his eyes conveying his love for you without needing to speak a word.

Both of you had always been so shy with each other, but the alcohol in your systems had dissolved those barriers.

"I want to kiss you," he utters softly, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a surge of affection. You tilt your head slightly, and as your lips meet his, what starts as a tender, hesitant kiss quickly ignites into something more intense. The world around you fades away as the kiss deepens, a spark of electricity passing between you.

His hand moves to cradle your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before sliding into your hair. Your own hands find their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your touch. His lips press harder against yours, parting slightly to invite a deeper connection. You respond eagerly, your tongues meeting in a passionate dance that sends waves of heat through your body.

Jungwon's other hand slides down to your waist, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between you. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and the sensation is intoxicating. Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, committing every detail to memory as the kiss continues, each moment more fervent than the last.

When you finally pull away to catch your breath, his eyes remain locked on yours, dark and filled with desire. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily, the air charged with the intensity of the moment.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice husky and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with the undeniable truth of your feelings.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your laughter and the warmth of each other's embrace, you realize that this love, so long unspoken, has finally found its voice in the most beautiful way.

[vhyunjinverse]

Bed Time !

Matz (Seonghwa/Hongjoong) x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated! <3

warnings: ANTI MATZ DNI. pregnant reader, poly relationship, mentions of sex, guys kissing , pussy eating, reader’s breast leaks milk, nipple play, soft ending

“It’s not fairrr.” You whine, grabbing the pillow below Seonghwa’s arm to groan into. He sat there leaning on his palm, smiling at you while you grumble and throw the pillow down, going back to eat out of what would be your second pint of ice cream today.

“The doctor said slow down Star.” He hums, reaching over to run his hand over your somewhat swollen belly. You were only four months, and still kicking. But man were you a fiesty little thing. It was hard dating two people but still getting no action, it pissed you off. Everything was fine until you were in pain, and the doctor told you that sex while pregnant is okay but to be careful. Since then, they’ve both been extra careful with you. And much as you didn’t want to admit it- you were sure you’d give out if they gave in to you and gave you what you wanted.

“The doctor didn’t knock me up either.” You scoff. And Seonghwa made it so hard for you too. You and your partners had just gotten out of the bath- well, Hongjoong spent a bit more time in there like usual, but you and Seonghwa sat in the bed big enough for you all. You were surrounded by various pillows and plushies, wearing only a thin shirt with your hair wrapped in an older t-shirt. Seonghwa, on the other hand, laid there in only his underwear, the lower half of his beautiful body covered horribly by the blanket you had majority of.

A fucking tease he was. His semi-damp hair draping over his eyes, plump lips parted slightly at the sight of you..how beautiful you are.

“Hope you’re not having fun without me. That’ll be low.” Hongjoong scoffs, emerging from the bathroom in a pair of boxers. He comes over to peck your lips, and your stomach next, and then Seonghwa’s lips. The man had his eyes closed, hand still rubbing on that spot on your belly. You shifted slightly, pouting up at Hongjoong. It made him laugh.

“What’s that face for?”

“We’re not having any fun cause Hwa wants to be a fucking buzz kill.” The mentioned man chuckles, looking up at Hongjoong.

“The doctor said to tone it down a bit because of the last time, remember? She’s spoiled, can’t handle a “no” from anyone.” He sits up, holding his mouth open for a spoon full of ice cream- which you happily give to him. “Don’t lie.” you roll your eyes.

“That won’t do then, look at her she’s about to kill us both.” Hongjoong gets into the bed, on his knees as he stared at the both of you. “Our girl needs us doesn’t she?” He leans forward to peck Seonghwa’s lips once again, kiss lingering as they deepened the kiss. You could feel your cunt throb, but your stubbornness got the best of you. You glance away, pout littering your lips while your boyfriends made their way to you. Hongjoong’s hand parted your legs, you squeal feeling the cold air rush to your cunt. Seonghwa started to play with your breast, swollen nipples leaking milk. You moan softly at their touches, head tipping back.

“Just let us take care of you, and then we’ll sleep hm?”

“Would you like that, Star?”

“..Yes please.”

You were such a good girl. A good girl got rewarded, always. It’s how you got pregnant in the first place, neither of them could keep their dicks out of you to save a life.

“Oh..oh fuck- fuck right there- yes!…fuck-“

Your eyes watered as you stared up at the ceiling. Your legs shook, your whole body sensitive- every touch sending you over the edge. Hongjoong’s tongue glides over your clit, fingers pressing into the insides of your thighs to hold them open. You whined, hand tangled in his hair while he sucked on your sensitive bud. Body on fire, you felt everything. He didn’t lift a finger at all, head simply between your legs eating you out while he spread you open.

If this prepared you for birth then so be it. Soft lips danced over your chest. Tongue darting out to lick afterwards- hickeys, red marks covering the easily bruised skin. You felt your pussy throb, spasming at the feeling of your orgasm nearing.

“Seonghwa-“ Gasping for air, your hand found his bare thigh. His warm body slightly leaned over yours, mouth around your nipple. “oh-“ it felt strange, but he lapped and sucked at the milk, wet sounds leaving his lips while he toyed with the other. Milk dripping down your breast, pussy squeezing around Hongjoong’s tongue. You gasp, eyes shutting tightly, “Please-“

“I know baby..” Hongjoong lifts his head up to stare at your frame. How fucked out and tired you looked, on the verge of letting go…a mess they created. “Can barely keep your eyes open.” He dips back in, tongue furiously lapping away at your clit. Your body jolts, hand tightening its grip on Seonghwa- the man sucking your nipple like your milk was the best flavor in the world.

Seonghwa reaches up to cup your face, you glance at his lips: a smug smile on his face with milk trailing down his chin. He pecks your lips gently moving his tongue between your lips as you moan into his mouth. “..s’good…” you whimper. “m’cumming..”

your voice felt so small, slipping into a small space. you felt tired, worn out- fulfilled. you gasp, tasting everything on Seonghwa’s tongue, your juices spreading onto Hongjoong’s. You hum quietly, tiredly laying your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder as Hongjoong licked you clean. “All better?” Seonghwa rubs your belly. Nodding being your only response as you yawned, getting comfortable on the man. “Spoiled ass.” Hongjoong taps your thigh lightly, getting up to go get a towel. “..s’ fuck up” you flip him off, making Seonghwa laugh.

They exchanged a look when the other man got up to adjust your pillows, pecking your cheek while smiling. Hongjoong finished cleaning you up while Seonghwa held you, tired eyes finally shutting.

[baby-yongbok]

Fan Fiction

Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!

✨Masterlist ✨

Word Count: 5,257

Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.

(Sorry if I missed any tags)

Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!

I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)

You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilities… What could you do? How could you relax?

Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.

Fuck it.

You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.

"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.

"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kinda… stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.

"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."

"I just woke up and I just… I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.

"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.

"How long until you're done?"

"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancé completely.

"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.

Oh

You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.

It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancé.

You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?

You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.

You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.

"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."

He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?

"So…? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"

You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.

"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.

"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancé as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.

"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "

"Yeah… I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?

"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.

"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."

Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.

"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.

"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.

"Sounds good, baby."

The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.

Holy fuck

You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.

"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.

"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"

Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.

He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.

"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "

"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.

"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."

You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?

"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.

"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "

You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.

"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"

He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.

"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"

You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."

It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.

"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."

A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.

"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.

"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.

"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.

"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.

Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."

You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancé. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.

You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.

"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.

He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.

"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.

"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.

"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.

"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"

His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.

"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."

Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.

"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.

Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.

"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."

You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."

"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.

"Fuck, oh my god, Chris… yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.

"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.

"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.

"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"

That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.

"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.

"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.

"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."

His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.

"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "

Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.

"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.

"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancé's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"

You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.

"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.

"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"

He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.

"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.

"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "

"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.

"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.

"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.

"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.

"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"

"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.

"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."

"Good" You say with a blush.

"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."

"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."

"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.

"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster

[thesafecafe]

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Summary: Yuta hasn't been answering your calls. It seems like he's completely ignoring you, so you decide to pay him a little visit.

CW: 18+, MDNI, violence (a slap or 2), mentions of substances, (weed, alcohol, cocaine, etc), cussing, slight angst, illegal activity, strip club owner Yuta x black fem reader, serious conversation between parents, tension, (Yuta isn't exactly over the reader and is whipped), suggestive, smut, dom reader, switch/sub leaning Yuta, he cums quick, reader is called mistress, finger sucking, handjob, thigh riding, hair pulling, making out, slight degradation (giving), ass slapping, I think that just about covers it! enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! (apologies to any Prius drivers in the audience 💀✋🏾)

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of NCT would act in this way , nor is it a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Yuta was ignoring you. You didn't think much of it at first. You knew he was busy with work most of the time, usually making a point to tell you he'd be busy or getting back to you later. But for the past few weeks, every time you would call, there was no answer. At first, you were concerned, since it wasn't like him to not answer. But it got to the point where instead of letting it ring, he'd send you straight to voicemail. That was what pissed you off. You couldn't stand not having good communication, especially since you had children together.

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

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Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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[atinycafe]

yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt). warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin) note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.

bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.

athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.

nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.

dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.

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[ktt-nz]

I wanna start writing fanfics for my K-pop girlies of color 👀 I noticed there’s a drought around these parts

[rjunswrld]

like chili so hot!

taeyong x thick POC! reader

consensual somnophila, pwnp, oral fixation, slight overstimulation, oral (receiving), relationship established au, spoiled reader

taeyong is a gentleman. he had so much love to give and it was all for you. you being the princess in your relationship he wanted to do everything for you no matter what it was, you have debt that needs to be paid off? he's on it. short on cash? take his wallet. hungry? he'll buy out your favorite restaurant.

he was the provider even though he knew you could take care of yourself he wanted you to be stress free, to live a life of luxury and never lifting a finger.

but what consumed him was his greedy fixation over you, that damn greedy fixation was like an itch he couldn't scratch and seeing you laying beside him with your face scrunched and small whimpers escaping you, he thought that maybe you must be having a nightmare.

his craving grew stronger the longer he looked at you, chest heaving slightly as you tossed your head side to side he felt his mouth salivating, god he felt dizzy.

his body was running hot he couldn't stop thinking about it, your legs around his head as he ate you out it was so fresh on his mind. and you knew all too well of his lovely fixation, when you both started becoming sexually active he confessed how much he loved giving head, how much he loved seeing you enjoy yourself letting the euphoric feeling strike through you over and over and fuck was he so good at it: he wanted nothing more but to make you feel good both physically and mentally. check✓

he's done this all before, you both did! somnophila was something the two of you were all too welcomed to being such an insatiable couple- if one of you wanted each other so badly you both consented to it. being so needy of you he couldn't wait till morning he needed it. now. with the warmth of the room the duvet barely covered your body, draping off your stomach he removed the blanket fully from you. being greeted in your tank top and underwear he felt like he was served his favorite meal all for him to eat- in this predicament it was fitting for him.

it was like he hit the jackpot, smirking as he sat on his knees staring down at you before parting your legs. he moved fast, laying down on his tummy only to be face to face with your white underwear- white underwear signifying purity and innocence knowing that you were far from that stereotype. his eyes looking up at you still sleeping peacefully, seeing that maybe your nightmare had rolled past and you were calm. your breathing was steady and your face in relaxation you looked so soft. he kitten licked you through your panties, brows furrowed slightly feeling your warmth radiating from your thighs to your cunt god he was gonna faint soon. he hooked his fingers against the band of it, pulling them down slowly and cautiously, watching your skin show more and more. so pretty, so so pretty.

biting down on his lip he pulled them down just enough to expose you to him, kissing the mound of your pussy soothingly before kissing lower and lower he was already pussy drunk before even getting a taste. so tasty. he used his index and middle fingers to spread you open just to stare at it, drooling at how perfect your pussy was and only he got to see it, his name written all over it.

he did what he does best and proceeded to lick your clit softly with a mix of a sloppy kiss. letting your clit softly with a mix of a sloppy kiss. letting his tastebuds sink in your tangy essence he wanted more, collecting spit in his mouth pushing his lips together letting the saliva drip from his mouth onto your pussy he went back to work, focusing on your clit just how you liked with soft sucks here and there he was going crazy- producing such loud and nasty sounds between your legs he couldn't stop. feeling your body twitch slightly licking against the right spot that shoots through you he knew he had you, even in your groggy state you moaned softly.

your dream quickly turning into a wet one(figuratively and physically)

you couldn't help but squirm, your eyes fighting to open once your dream state disappeared you were greeted with your boyfriend long gone in your pussy. feeling him pick up speed, licking up your growing wetness and swallowing it up briefly before focusing on your clit ruthlessly. "t-taeyong.." you rasped with your back arching subconsciously. "let me take these off of you properly real quick baby." removing your panties fully at such speed. "need you.. need more.." ignoring his reply you softly whispered.

say no more taeyong is at your service.

shoving his face closer into you with his nose poking against you, his hands sliding under your thighs to let his hands rest against your sides as he looked up at you. staring at your facial expressions as he began to suck at your clit softly biting the flesh making your thighs shake slightly. he could never get over you. the feverish licks caused you to grind down onto him feeling your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. "fuck!" you gasped reaching down to tangle your fingers in his freshly dyed hair. "c-close.." you strained out in such pleasure. no words could be spoken from him with his eyes saying all that he could, drinking you up like you were his source of hydration. holding down your

sides as he began to grind against the bad to tame himself, he let out grunts against you feeling hisbreathing become uneven. you found the sight of it so fucking hot, your pleasure was his top priority

nothing less and nothing more. "c-cumming!" your body shaking as your back arched as high as it could, goosebumps cascading down your body you let out a squeal as your orgasm ripped through you with moans falling past his lips licking up everything you got- not missing any of it he made sure he didn't, with how sloppy he was he could feel it dripping down his chin. "y-yongie stop!" you shivered with your thighs closing against his head he closed his eyes pulling his forearms over your thighs to keep you in a hold as he didn't dare stop. at this point he couldn't, you were so tasty.

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[sungboopdee]

Hey yall, so basically I'm obsessed with this heeseung cause he looks so damn fine 🤦🏽‍♀️ but anyways this is smutty asf so enjoy, decided that I wanna do hard thoughts but I have no ideas so please request some for me. I hope every one has a good day.

You just casually walk to your kitchen not knowing the affects you had on your boyfriend heeseung. You were wearing a black crop top and some very short shorts.

He sat on the couch just admiring till he couldn't take it any more and went to the kitchen and pressed his hard dick to your ass.

You gasp being surprised but then you felt hands traveling to your breast, squeezing your nipples. You just moan not being able to keep it in.

"Hmm, what are you trying to do to me with these little ass clothes on baby?" he asked kissing your neck from behind.

You don't respond and just enjoy his touch. He would put you on the kitchen counter and fuck you till you can't walk.

"All for me?" he asked and you nod repetitively as his thrusts get deeper and deeper.

"Good"

[luvyuki0]

Amber ── .✦01.

✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.

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"JUST SHUT UP! PLEASE!" Her cries echoed throughout the house, covering her ears as she laid on the floor. She couldn't deal with it anymore, the constant gaslighting and the mental abuse was getting to the point where it was too much. "I should've listened when they warned me, but nah I ignored them 'cause my dumbass didn't know any better, cutting the people I loved off FOR YOU! just so that you could be happy, for us to be happy!" She screamed while crying. He stood there confused as if he didn't know why she was crying, as if he wasn't the reason her mental health depleted and still is. when she finally looked up at him all that could be seen in her face was disgust. Disgust with they were he was looking and acting towards her over the years. "You know what I'm done with this bullshit." She got up wiping her tears, leaving the male's apartment ignoring all sounds and stares she received. All she could think about was why she never realized sooner......



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Esme's POV:

        "Should I be doing this right now?" Biting my fingers anxiously as my decorated camera sat on my bed. I knew I would have to come back to making YouTube videos eventually,as it was all I knew and I would be nothing without it and my subscribers. I just never expected it to feel so foreign to me. Honestly I don't even know if I'm ready to get back but I know many of my fans miss me, and of course theres some who thought I'd be gone for good, and honestly I don't blame them for that knowing I did take a 6-month break with no heads up, not only on YouTube but on all my social media platforms, kinda like I just disappeared but if not now then  when?

I sigh grabbing my camera and turning it to start recording. "Hey guys! I know it's been a while and y'all are probably wondering where I've been, what I've been doing and more some of y'all were right and I did break up with Rome but I'm not gonna go into full details about it, cause I'm not ready yet when I am though you guys will know the full story and understand why I took a break but lemme not ruin the mood it's a time of comebacks and celebration! now I am going to get back on my routine, posting weekly and spamming my socials!" As I speak, I can just feel some of the weight I've been holding on being lifted off my chest.

I clasp my hands together before I continue talking. "To be honest with y'all I wasn't even going to start recording again this soon, but Jazmine and her Lil boo invited me and one of his friends to a trip to Hawaii!!! Like y'all don't understand how hyped I am right now! Like I may regret this later but who am I to say no to a trip to Hawaii." I shrug my shoulders jokingly.

"I didn't plan much for this video honestly, but I did want this video and the Hawaii flight video to be separate, and since I and Jaz are going tomorrow imma drop COCO off at my mom's, and hopefully jaz is gonna be home by the time I get back so we can pack together and hopefully make some cute matching fits." I explain to my viewers what I have planned for the day though it wasn't much. (A/N: coco is the name of her Pomeranian I didn't put her in the characters cus she wouldn't be mentioned much💀)

"Come here coco! Y'all why he tryna act like he dont know mee! get a hold of Coco who was trying to run away, I grab my keys, slip on my slides, and lock my door, leaving my apartment complex as I make my way to my car.

I prop my camera on my dashboard, so it won't fall, and put on Apple Music to play "Normal Girl". "As always y'all we're gonna stop by Starbucks so I can try a drink I saw going viral on TikTok then I'll head over to my mom's house to drop coco off." I look back at coco than at my camera as I speaking

"So, this is the drink I got and y'all already know I had to get my grilled cheese! Tew good." I showcase my order to my camera as I get the drink and my grilled cheese sandwich. I eat and drink my order as I make my way over to my mom's house.

I get there and ring the doorbell repeatedly to which she opens the door. "Esme gimme the damn dog so I can go back to sleep too damn early for this shit" she speaks groggily with an attitude.

"It's actually one though...and I don't even get a hello wooow" I joke with her knowing we were on the phone last night.

"Esme quit playin' with me and give me the damn dog."

"Damn here, Bye coco bye mama." I hand her coco and walk back to my car hearing her hum bye back.

"Ok so now that I dropped Coco off imma just head back home and hopefully Jaz is back so we can pack together." I talk to my camera as I start driving back home. . . . . .

I finally get back, unlocking my door to see Jaz in the kitchen getting a snack. "Oh, hey Esme" she turns and greets me.

"Hey sweetheart, did u have fun with your Lil boo," I ask with a smirk.

"Girl yes I have to fill you in on literally everything so fir-".

I cut her off before she started ranting on about what she and Yoongi did. "Before you even start let's pack while you tell me what y'all did because I know you ain't start yet and I know you gon be talking for a good minute. "

"You right" she laughs knowing what I said was true.

We both go into my room and start packing for the trip tomorrow.

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A/N: I edited this chapter WAYY more than the second time and I'm actually happy with the beginning chapter and I made this chapter before the whole Starbucks boycott  so that's why they were mentioned I DO NOT SUPPORT them at all not even to the slightest degree

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[linos-luna]

Messy ❣️

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, squirting, pet names, corruption kink, fingering

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This is the furthest you’ve gotten. Your heart was racing as you’ve never felt these feeling before. Your boyfriend looked at you, biting his lip at the sight of you lose yourself.

Both of you were left in your underwear. You were still feeling shy about removing your panties completely but that didn’t stop the pleasure.

“H-Hyunjin—!” You gasped as he moved you on his clothed hard cock. He wasn’t even fucking you but you were a mess.

Hyunjin smirked at you as he slowly touched your clothed cunt and rubbing circles.

“J-Jinnie~” you whimpered as you moved your hips against his fingers.

“You like that, hm?” He teased. There was something so sexy about the way he looked at you. It drove you nuts.

“Wouldn’t mind me playing with your little pussy now, right baby?” He whispered while slowly slipping his fingers under your panties making your breath hitch.

“Mm-mm- Jinnie~!” You moaned out loud the second he touched your clit.

“Oh you like that~?” He smirked before touching you some more, making your mind fuzzy with pleasure. “How about… I keep going, hm?” Hyunjin added as he stuck his hand in and teasing your hole.

Your eyes rolled back and you covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud.

“Afraid the neighbors will hear you?.” He smirked while removing your hand with his other hand. “Silly silly girl~”

Suddenly you feel his finger slip in, eliciting a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Like that?” I said lowly while slowly moving his finger.

You couldn’t respond, only pant at the slightest movement as his middle finger curled in you. His hands were big and you were just surprised how deep he could go with just his middle finger.

“Didn’t hear you, baby~” He growled while moving his finger in and out before adding the second finger.

“Mm-mmhm! Yes Jinnie~!” You gasped and panted, losing your mind as he moved his fingers faster.

In and out, in and out. How long was it? Not long before you let go, cumming for the first time. You panted and whimpered from exhaustion and legs trembled, but he kept going, and you subconsciously bucked you hips. You didn’t feel in control. It felt like you were possessed by some type of sex demon. The neediness was intense.

Your panties were already soaked with cum and his boxers were getting wet as well from his own arousal and of course you. You knew that you came a lot, but you weren’t done.

“J-jinnie— agh! Jinnie—! Fuck~” you moaned and panted, throwing your head back in pleasure.

The lewd noised that came from your cunt as he continued finger fucking your wetness drove you nuts.

“A-ah~! Ah—! J-ji—!” You stuttered between pants before letting go. “F-fuck! Fuck!” You came hard.

Hyunjin smirked and he moved his fingers slowly to remove them before you came again without warning.

“F-fuck! Agh Hyunjin!” You practically screamed out before making a mess. A huge mess.

Hyunjin was shocked by how you squirted like that. Yes your panties were ruined but his shorts were also a mess.

After a moment, you looked down noticing the mess. Perhaps he came when you did? There’s no way you just did that!

“God… that’s so… so hot…” your boyfriend grunted as he removed his fingers and started looking at the damage and you getting all shy.

“Look at you… what a good girl.” Your boyfriend smiled and rubbed your warm cheek. You leaned into his touch and sighed, feeling so good in this moment. Slightly embarrassed but good nonetheless…

[2cupids]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 | 𝐬. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings — mingi’s a perv, m.asturbation, and mentions of oral (f. and m. receiving). mdni (17+).

mingi often fantasizes about you.

it’s wrong and he’s embarrassed to even admit it, but it’s true. anytime he goes to pleasure himself, you’re all he can think about.

just like tonight.

the jet lag got the best of him and he couldn’t sleep, so the next best thing he could do was jack off, spitting a wad of saliva into his hand and letting it wander down south.

he doesn’t need porn because you stay on his mind. he imagines a different position that he wants to fuck you in every time he goes to touch himself and it doesn’t take him long to cum, his hot release landing on his chest and stomach.

it’s true that everything started out innocently enough, with him sneaking glances at your cleavage anytime your breasts were close to his face like when you leaned over to fill in his eyebrows. he is just a man after all.

soon, he started paying attention to what you wore, especially if it was revealing or short.

he loves when he gets a glimpse of your bra when you bend down sometimes, or whenever your skirt or dress rides up. he silently begs to get a glimpse of your panties too, or lack of them.

he often finds himself having to discreetly cover his growing erection from his overactive imagination while you get him dolled up.

he always compliments your hair whenever you change it up or style it differently. he drinks in the way you shyly accept his compliments, taking pride in knowing he has that effect on you.

he treasures every second that the two of you playfully bicker as you do his makeup, not only because he’s developed a little crush on you, but also because he enjoys seeing when your tits jiggle from laughing at whatever silly thing he’s said.

and he feels gross sometimes, like a pervert, but he can’t help it.

you’re a pretty lady, but he thinks you would look even prettier with his dick in your mouth as he fucks your pretty face until he cums down your throat.

he often fantasizes about bending you over the makeup table and taking you right there, leaving fingerprint marks in your skin from the way he grips your ass.

he dreams about having you underneath him as he drives his cock into you, giving you all of him while he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure and how your tits bounce with every thrust.

but as badly as he wants to feel you tightly wrapped around him, he wants to be in between those luscious thighs of yours with his face stuffed in your pussy even more. he yearns to be the one causing pretty moans to escape from your mouth as your thighs constrict around his head as he makes you cum all over his tongue.

and all he needs is just one chance to show you what you’re missing out on.

[moonlightdreamzz]

BANG CHAN

🎧 ➤ waves by normani

SUMMARY ✰ You and Bang Chan can’t let each other go, no matter how hard you try—love, hate, and jealousy pulling you back every time. But when he sees you at an afterparty soaking up someone else’s attention, he can’t help but remind you who you really belong to.

GENRE ✰ (A)(S). ComplicatedEx!BangChan, Idol!Reader

“Chan, are you even listening?” Felix’s voice breaks through the quiet hum of the car, an edge of frustration in it.

Chan blinks, slowly coming back to reality. His gaze drifts over to his members—Felix, Seungmin, Hyunjin—all watching him with concerned, yet exasperated expressions. He can feel the weight of their eyes on him, but his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t want to think about you. Not now. Not when everything inside of him is already tangled up.

“I hear you,” he mutters, but his voice feels distant, even to him.

“You hear us, but you’re not listening,” Seungmin presses, his tone gentle but firm. “Every time you see her, you lose it. You think you can walk in there and be fine, but it’s always the same thing. You end up making it worse.”

Chan sighs, leaning back against the seat, rubbing his temples. He knows they’re right. He knows how it always ends—confusion, regret, the same broken cycle. But no matter how hard he tries to escape it, he can’t.

“Yeah, Chan. What are you gonna do if you see her with another guy tonight? Hm?” Hyunjin’s voice is quiet, but it’s the question that hits him the hardest. He feels his chest tighten. The idea of you laughing, talking to someone who isn’t him, sends a wave of something—jealousy? Longing?—that he can’t quite name.

“Chan, please don’t do this to yourself,” Felix adds, the concern in his voice clear. “We’ve seen this before. You can’t keep going around in circles like this.”

But it’s already too late. Chan knows the feeling too well—the pull, the ache of wanting you when he shouldn’t, of seeing you with someone else and realizing all over again that he can’t let go.

“I won’t do anything,” Chan says, though even he doesn’t believe the words. They sound hollow. Empty.

Felix doesn’t respond. Seungmin just shakes his head, looking out the window.

They’ve said all they can say. But he knows they’re right. He can feel it in his bones, that familiar sinking feeling in his stomach.

He opens the door, stepping out into the night air, the cold biting at his skin. His heart races, and for the first time tonight, he’s not sure if he’s ready to face what’s coming. But he’s already in too deep, and he’s never been good at turning back.

He remembers how it all started, the first time he saw you backstage. The laughter, the way you seemed so effortlessly in control of your world, yet with eyes that hid a quiet sadness. He never could resist that mix of strength and vulnerability. That’s what drew him in and made him want to know you more. At first, it was easy. You were his best friend, his confidant. You made him laugh, made him forget about all the chaos around him. You had this way of taking the edge off, making the world feel a little lighter.

But as the months passed, he started to notice the cracks. They were small at first—an offhand comment here, a moment of silence there—but they grew, and eventually, they consumed everything. The late-night calls turned into long silences. The plans to see each other? They became last-minute, pushed aside for work or another obligation. Chan wasn’t blind to it. He could feel the space between him and you stretching, growing wider. And despite his efforts to keep it all together, the love you once had, the connection, started to wither.

He runs a hand through his hair as the memory hits him of the night it all fell apart. The fight you had. Words said that couldn’t be taken back. Feelings hurt that couldn’t be healed with a kiss. It wasn’t just the distance or the work—it was the way you hurt each other. He wasn’t there when you needed him, and you... you didn’t know how to let him in anymore.

Then there was the cheating. A mistake. A huge mistake that both of you made. But even after all that, neither of you could walk away. The pull, the connection, the history—it was too strong. And so you stayed in the mess of it all, the on-again, off-again dynamic that felt like it was slowly suffocating both of you. Neither of you could let go, but neither could you figure out how to make it work.

Now, you've settled into something that almost feels safe: late-night booty calls. It’s the one thing neither of them can resist. No strings attached, just the raw, heated tension they both try to ignore during the day. No conversations about what went wrong, no expectations about what happens next. It’s simple, at least for now. You call when the loneliness gets too much, when the memory of each other feels too strong to ignore. And he answers—because how could he not? The pull is always there. It’s messy, but it’s easier this way. It’s safer. No risk of heartbreak, no need to face the reality that they’re both still hurting. They can just be there for each other in the dark, in the silence, and it’s enough for now.

But right now, that doesn't matter, because you're off again.

Chan stopped keeping track of the fights a long time ago. Maybe it was because he was so exhausted with his rollercoaster of emotions, that he couldn't keep up if he tried. Or maybe it's because he knows that the reason doesn't matter—you both always find your way back to each other anyways.

The party’s electric, buzzing with laughter, flashing lights, and music so loud it vibrates in his chest. But to Chan, it all feels surreal, like a scene from a movie that he’s forced to watch, not be part of. The air is thick with the heat of bodies moving, the scent of alcohol, and the hum of a good time. But none of it feels right—because you’re not by his side.

He scans the room, fingers tightening around his drink as his eyes flicker across the crowd. His thoughts drift back to the nights when you two would sneak away from everyone else, just the two of you in your little bubble of secret smiles and stolen glances. Those nights felt different. They felt real. You were never loud about it, never making a show. It was in the quiet moments. A light brush of your fingertips against his arm as you walked past him, barely noticeable to anyone but him. Or when he’d press himself against you in the crowd, just to feel the heat of your body, the closeness that made him ache in ways he couldn't describe. The brush of your lips when you’d lean close to whisper something in his ear, and how every touch, every glance, sent a rush of excitement through him.

No one knew. Only your members, the ones who had seen the way you’d sneak off together when you thought no one was looking. That secrecy made it thrilling. It wasn’t just being with you—it was being with you in the dark, where nobody could judge, where no one could tear you apart. It was the unspoken understanding between the two of you, the way your body language said everything when words failed.

It was alive, in a way that nothing tonight felt.

“Starting your bullshit already?” Changbin sneers teasingly, his voice cutting through the pounding bass of the music.

“Shut up,” Chan mutters, his eyes snapping out of their search for you only momentarily to glare at his member.

Changbin’s laugh echoes loudly, even over the music. He lifts his hand high and slaps it onto Chan’s shoulder, shaking him aggressively—as if trying to snap him back into reality. “C’mon, hyung. I got a girl for each and every one of us. Y/N, as much as I adore her, is old news. Stop searching the room like some lovesick puppy. Take some shots, have a good time, and meet…” He pauses dramatically, swinging his free hand behind him like he’s presenting the grand prize.

Winter steps out from the shadows, radiant and self-assured, her smile sharp enough to cut glass.

“This,” Changbin declares, his grin wide, “is Winter.”

Winter’s eyes meet Chan’s, and she doesn’t look away. She’s bold, the kind of girl who doesn’t need to play coy. The other Aespa members hover close by, quiet and polite, but their presence only amplifies Winter’s confidence.

Chan doesn’t miss the silent exchange of looks between his single bandmates. They’re already thanking Changbin in their heads, no doubt.

He feels Winter’s gaze burning into him, waiting for a reaction. Maybe this is what he needs—someone new. Someone who doesn’t come with history, heartbreak, or late-night regrets.

“I—uh,” he starts, but Winter doesn’t let him finish.

“Do you dance?” she asks, her voice smooth and enticing.

“Not really,” he replies, shifting on his feet.

“Perfect,” she quips, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the crowd before he can protest.

The music feels louder here, the bass vibrating through the floor and up his legs. Winter’s hand is warm in his, her movements confident and fluid as she guides him into the rhythm. She doesn’t push too hard, just enough to make it easy to follow her lead.

Chan tries. He really tries. But then he sees you.

You’re on the other side of the room, dancing with Nicholas from &TEAM. You’re smiling, your face lit up with the kind of joy that makes his chest ache.

The world tilts.

For a moment, it’s just you and Nicholas, the way he spins you effortlessly, your laughter ringing out even over the music. And suddenly, nothing else matters.

Chan’s grip on Winter loosens. The memory of his last conversation with you slams into him, unrelenting. “I don’t know what I want,” he’d told you, the words slipping out in the heat of frustration. He’d left you standing there, hurt and confused.

And now here you are, moving on. Or at least pretending to.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” Winter says, her voice cutting through the noise as she leans in closer.

“I don’t,” he mutters, barely paying attention.

Winter studies him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She’s no fool—she can see where his focus lies.

Across the room, Nicholas pulls you closer, his hand resting on your lower back, and it’s all Chan can take. Without thinking, he moves.

Winter calls after him, but he doesn’t look back. He’s pushing through the crowd, his steps quick and determined, until he’s standing in front of you and Nicholas.

You blink up at him, surprised, your smile faltering just slightly.

“Can we talk?” Chan says, his voice low, almost lost in the noise of the party.

Nicholas raises an eyebrow but doesn’t speak.

“Please,” Chan adds, the word slipping out before he can stop it.

The moment the bathroom door shuts, you turn to face him, arms crossed and a smirk already tugging at your lips. “Oh, this should be good,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go ahead, Chan. Explain why you just had to drag me away from having a perfectly good time.”

His jaw tightens as he leans against the sink, staring at you like you’re the problem. “I couldn’t just stand there,” he says, his tone sharp.

“Why not?” you shoot back, stepping closer. “You’re the one who left, remember? You said you didn’t know what you wanted, so why does it matter what I’m doing now?”

He runs a hand through his hair, the frustration pouring off him in waves. “Because I see you with him, and it makes me—” He stops, biting down on the words like they might burn him.

“Say it,” you challenge, tilting your head. “What, Chan? It makes you jealous? Possessive? You can’t have it both ways. You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either. Do you hear how insane that sounds?”

“Like you’re any better,” he snaps, stepping into your space now. “Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing out there. Dancing with him, laughing like you’re so happy. You knew I’d see it.”

“Of course, I knew,” you reply, unfazed. “Why do you think I did it? You think you can just leave me and expect me to sit around waiting for you to figure out your shit? Please.”

His lips twitch, caught somewhere between anger and something darker. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re predictable,” you counter, crossing your arms tighter. “Every time I start to move on, here you come, pulling me back in like clockwork.”

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “You think I want to feel like this? Like I’m losing my mind every time I see you with someone else? I hate it, Y/N. I hate that I can’t let you go, but I don’t know how.”

You scoff, but your voice softens, the cracks in your armor showing. “You think I don’t get it? I do. I feel the same way, Chan. Every time you’re with someone else, it’s like—” You break off, shaking your head with a bitter laugh. “It doesn’t even matter. None of it matters because, at the end of the day, we’re always right back here, aren’t we?”

His gaze locks onto yours, the anger melting into something softer, more desperate. “Yeah,” he admits quietly. “We are.”

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence thick with unspoken truths. Then you break it, your voice dripping with venom even as your eyes betray your longing.

“You’re a mess,” you say, shaking your head.

“And you’re any better?” he retorts, his lips curving into a dark smile.

The tension crackles like a live wire between you, the bathroom suddenly feeling too small, too suffocating. You take a step back, your resolve wavering.

“I hate you,” you say, but the words lack conviction.

“I hate you too,” he replies, but his voice cracks just enough to betray him.

“I hate you,” you say, a smirk curling at the edge of your lips. Your voice is sharp, dripping with venom, but your eyes tell a different story—challenging, taunting.

“I hate you too,” Chan snaps back, his steps deliberate as he closes the space between you.

“Good,” you purr, leaning into the tension like you’re daring him to keep going.

“Great,” he growls, his smirk matching yours.

“You’re so predictable,” you say, tilting your head as if you’re bored. Your gaze dips to his clenched fists before rising to meet his eyes again. “Always running back when you see someone else enjoying me.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t stop moving forward. “And you love it, don’t you? The attention. The games.”

You shrug, pretending to think. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose your mind.”

“Careful,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous.

“Careful?” You laugh, the sound light and airy, cutting through the heavy tension like a blade. “You think I’m scared of you, Chan?”

“You should be.”

“Please,” you scoff, taking a step toward him instead of away. Now it’s his turn to stop in his tracks, his confidence flickering under your steady gaze. “I’ve seen you at your worst. You think this is supposed to intimidate me?”

His eyes narrow, the air thickening, heavy with the unspoken truth between you. Without a moment’s hesitation, he steps into your space, his hands moving to grip your wrists as he pins you against the wall. His lips crash against yours, urgency and hunger taking over, a kiss that speaks volumes of the years of unspoken desire and tension building between you.

The kiss is raw, hungry—teeth clashing, lips bruising, each touch igniting the sparks between you. But it’s his hands that drive you wild, pulling at your clothes, fingers working to expose more of you, to claim what he’s always wanted.

You fight him for control, sliding your hands up his chest, your fingers curling into his shirt. But he’s too strong, his touch too demanding, the power dynamic shifting as he forces you back into the wall, his body pressed against yours with a possessiveness you can’t ignore.

“Is this what you wanted?” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick, his breath hot.

You can barely answer before his lips are on your neck, sucking and biting as his hands roam, caressing every inch of exposed skin. You gasp, biting back a moan as your hands travel lower, desperate to feel him, to pull him closer.

“I think I want more,” you whisper, your voice trembling with desire.

Before anything else can happen, Chan pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. His chest rises and falls with quick breaths, his grip on you firm, almost possessive.

“We should get out of here,” he mutters, his voice rough, the weight of what’s about to happen settling between you.

You nod wordlessly, a silent agreement passing between you. The game is over. The act of pretending, of keeping this thing between you casual, is over.

With one last heated kiss, Chan pulls away, quickly adjusting his clothes and reaching for the door. You follow his lead, stepping out of the bathroom with him, hand in hand, both of you silently agreeing that the rest of the night belongs to you.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, the rest of Stray Kids are watching, their eyes trained on the bathroom door. Hyunjin leans over to Felix with a sly grin, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"It's like taking candy from a baby." Hyunjin chuckles. He takes each individual bill from Felix"s defeated hand, blessing each one with a "thank you".

Unbeknownst to Chan, Felix and Hyunjin placed a bet while he was vigorously showering and coating himself with cologne, all "just because". Hyunjin had no faith in Chan being able to control himself, but Felix was carrying a generous heart today.

"I don't know why I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Shit is embarrassing." Felix scoffs--annoyed and amused all in one.

Seungmin appears behind the two of them, placing his arms over both of their shoulders. "The real bet isn't whether Chan was going to lose his shit--it's how long they're going to stay together this time."

Immediately, the bets start flying out of their mouths. Two weeks! A month! 48 hours!

Meanwhile, you and Chan didn't make it to either one of your dorms. The second the door shut in the car, he threw you into the back seat. He knew you well enough to know you didn't have on panties. He can't help himself right now. His face is buried deep into your p__sy, he's missed you so much. His face is covered in you, and the only words he can mutter as you grind onto his tounge is "I love you so much" "You taste so good, baby" 'Use me like the slut I am"

[vhyunjinverse]

“ HE’S CRAZY ! “

s. Jaeyun (JAKE) x f!black reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated

warnings : criminal!jake, smut, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, over stimulation, talks of pregnancy, breeding,

“We encourage everyone to lock their doors, and other entry into your homes. If you see anyone who resembles this man, please call the number on your screens———“

“You see that shit?” Jake scoffs, turning off the television. He throws the remote on the coffee table in front of you, water dripping down from his hair. His orange jumpsuit halfway off, shirt drenched. “It hasn’t even been two hours.” He scoffs.

“Calm down.” You roll your eyes, sleep heavy in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it was him at first, being in prison for a little over a year already, his sentence not even completed yet, Jake was in front of you.

“I am calm!”

“Oi, don’t yell at me australian man.” You grumble, reaching over towards your phone to check the time. “...Jake it’s 12 am-“

“I needed to see you.” He sighs, “I hate it in there.” He starts taking his shirt off, making his way around the table. You felt his cold, damp chest against your bare legs. Sleeping in only a large t-shirt, his to be exact, and your bonnet. You fell asleep to the heavy rain outside.

“Well next time you beat up a guy think of the consequences.”

“He was hitting on you!”

“You did the same thing now look at you. In jail over a girl.”

“MY girl !” He looks at you in disbelief while you giggled to yourself.

“Hi baby..” he murmured, lips leaving sweet kisses up your leg. Anyone else would be freaking out, but this..this was normal for the both of you. It all started when he first got locked up, coming by to kiss your walls before he was back like nothing happened.

You squeal, feeling his wet hair tickle your thighs. “Go dry off- shower- hell anything before you get my couch dirty.” You swat him away, a faint chuckle could be heard while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, fixing the bonnet on your head that nearly slipped off.

“No time.” He sighs, and in an instant he had you staring up at his body hovering above you. “Let’s just get married so you can come fuck me there.” He stared into your brown eyes, and you know there was some truth behind what he said.

“Or..you could stop having Jungwon let you out.”

“He owes me.” His shit eating grin flashed before he was kissing your nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead- everywhere.

“mm..they’re gonna get you.” You gasp, his cold fingertips brushing over your soft nipples. Your hands coming up to hold onto his broad shoulders, admiring the view of his muscles and the way they flexed with every movement. Just what the hell is he doing in there…

“They never do.” And he’s right. This happens so often people start to ignore the news when it comes to Jake. It’s like a joke at this point. Jungwon letting Jake out just to come see you..his everything. You remember when he first appeared on your couch, coming home from work to see him sitting there eating.

Jake’s lips capture your own. His hand rode up your shirt, you sit up a bit to get it over your head and onto the floor it went. His fingers grazed over your bare sex, leaving you whimpering. He groans, fingers slipping in with ease. Pulling away to watch how your eyes shut briefly before opening again, your brows furrowed- hand reaching for him. He loved to watch you…

“No one else has been opening you up but me right?” He talked quietly, sharing only the air with you. Your back arched at the curl of his fingers, pressing against that sweet spot inside of you. Your clit throbbed, hips rocking against his long fingers. “..fuck.. no-“ You gasp. His thumb rubbing small circles on your nub. “Jaeyun..”

Your body was on fire. Listening to the squelch of your own cunt. Jake toyed around with you. He slowed down..sped up. He left you a whimpering mess.

“No one?” he hums, small smirk glittering his lips watching you tremble. It’s been a while since it was him doing all the work. “No- n..o one- hah..” Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, throbbing. Legs shaking, you felt tears build up in your eyes. “M..m-cumming-! Please-“ Your hips jerk, he didn’t stop. You felt your blood run cold, warmth filling your body as your orgasm washes over you.

“My girl..” he groans, fingers leaving you empty. He slips them into his mouth, teasing you. “Fuck I miss you.”

“Gross.” You scoff, laughing a bit, though breathless- legs spreading further while he pumped himself. Jake let out a small hiss before lining himself up with your heat. Your slick gathering on his thick length.

“I don’t have long.” He looks into your eyes, making you snort and look away.

“..I know.”

“I’m gonna go fast.” you felt the tip of his cock push into your folds, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the feeling..it has been a while after all.

“I..I know.” Your back arching slightly at the feeling of his tip touching that sweet spot inside of you. He didn’t have to be so big.

“Hold on tight for me baby.” He whispers , hips pulling back slightly , all to snap back forward in an instant. “Oh fuck-“ you choke on a cry. Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping. His thrusts hard, but slow. For a moment, you thought he’d almost lied to you just to tease. Boy were you wrong.

You’re not sure when, or how..but your face was deep into the arm of the couch, loud smacks of skip slapping together echoed through your apartment. Your breathless moans barely audible, Jake’s groans and whines filled your ears while he fucked you like no tomorrow. Fuck baby…feel so good- f-fuck..

Jake held your hips in place, his own snapping forward. You didn’t know when it would end. His groans turning into raspy moans. He bit his lip, head tilting back. His toes curled. Gonna leave you with a gift before I go yeah? Cumin’ so much in this pussy-

He filled you to the brim, and after that, again. Good fuckin’ girl taking this cock so well-

“Jaeyun-!” You felt everything being pulled out of you all at once. Your shaking legs being the only thing keeping your body upright by him. You felt your cunt squeeze around his cock. Your creamy mess squirting around the both of you (and getting on the couch something you’d yell at him about later when he calls) leaving your eyes rolling back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, thrusts getting sloppier. His tip popped out of your hole with a small pop, fat globs of his cum slipping down your cunt. a fucking mess, and he knew you hated messes..it’s gonna be hell cleaning up.

Your eyes flutter shut, ears filled with Jake’s heavy breathing. “I love you.” He pants, thumbs rubbing circles on the prints he left on your hips. “m..you too” you say just as tired. It still rained outside, but you could hear a faint beeping of a car.

“His timing is terrible.” Jake groans. He gets up, scoping your body up, holding you securely while taking you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub, holding you while he ran water. “I won’t have time to stay…i’ll call you tomorrow yeah?” He grins at you.

“What fucking gift were you leaving me with? I heard that-“

“Shhhh don’t ruin the moment.”

“If i come to visit you next week and im pregnant so help me Jaeyun-“

“Happy early birthday baby.” He kissed all over your face while you mugged him, pouting. “My birthday already happened fool.” You captured his lips, giggling softly. He turns off the water, giving your butt a small smack.

“Tomorrow?” He breathes against your lips. You knew he was on the verge of tears by the way his lips trembled.

“Tomorrow baby..or next week.” You scoffed. He sat you in the warm water, your nipples hardening at the feeling of it taking over your body. “I love you Jakey.” You stick out your tongue, holding his hand before he was off.

[keeheauxtales]

❝finish what we start❞

part two

🔞 MDNI ‼️

(read part one here!)

In the bedroom, I be screaming, but outside, I keep it quiet

Keep it on the lowski, I’m the lowest of the lowest

Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

🎵 SZA – Low

theme: [fwb] friendly fucking type beat, with a secret-keeping attempt remix | 1st person pov

characters: keeho (p1h), reader, another p1h member (read til the end, that’s all i’mma say 🤭)

warnings & concepts: profanity, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fem!bodied reader, soft!dom keeho, switch!reader, fairly rough unprotected sex

“i promise i’ll make up to you if you follow me right now,” keeho commands as i struggle to get off the kitchen counter. noticing how i’m still already fucked out to quite a degree, keeho assists in helping me down before guiding me across the room to the pantry closet.

i want to comment on the absurdity of all this, but when has any aspect of the friendship between me and keeho 'made sense'? anyways, keeho opens the door and we both rush in.

using the few seconds we didn’t know we had in that moment, we both catch our breath. i felt gravitated toward keeho, but he gestures for me to back away from him as he leans back against a shelf.

there’s thankfully a dim nightlight of sorts that stays on in the pantry, as well as a lock on the inside? which i see keeho turn with his fingers… fingers that would’ve likely been all over me if it weren’t for whoever it was that was clearly in the main area of the kitchen (hopefully he doesn’t need anything in this pantry).

"what the hell is–" a high-pitched low tone voice cracks through the seeming silence, followed by the loudest stifling of laughter i have ever heard.

keeho and i mirror each other’s reactions as we glance at one another, covering our mouths in our own attempt to suppress any type of verbal response.

taeyang.

leaning against a wall, i close my eyes, and take several silent, deep breaths to calm and slow down my ever-increasing heart rate. by the time my eyes are reopened, keeho has his whole face in his hands, his dick being so very much out, rising higher with each second that passes.

my hands still atop my chest from my brief moment of meditation seconds ago, i subconsciously move them across until my fingers brush themselves against my nipples that i had no idea were hardening beneath my touch. i swallow a soft moan, blinking rapidly in order to maintain any type of focus on remaining as invisible as possible to the eldest of keeho’s boys.

i feel myself getting wet again as i stare at keeho, whose eyes are completely downcast. quietly noticing an arm heading that same direction, until a hand is wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly. he licks his lips before tucking the bottom lip beneath his teeth, assumingly so he won’t be making any noise. even amidst this faint yellow light, i can see and be reminded of how fine him and his tanned skin is. the veins of his arms shift as his hands moves up and down his shaft, and— great. now i’m gonna need another towel the way i’m beginning to drip on this floor.

i glance at the door, and i hear the fridge open and close on the other side of that door, reminding me rather quickly that keeho and i are not the only ones in this general area. however, did i care? not much; my pussy even less.

the manner (or lack thereof) and speed in which my hands move next should probably be studied as i find myself placing a finger on keeho’s lips, my other hand joining his in motion. lust-filled eyes shoot up to look into mine in what looked to be a mixture of shock and contentment.

keeho’s eyes soften a bit as his tongue gingerly laps along that one finger, and i can’t help but smirk at the action as well as the contact. the serotonin that was already building had skyrocketed due to his free hand journeying along my body. teasing along the entrance of my wetness, it thankfully doesn’t take long before two fingers make their way inside. it takes a mere second and a half of almost embarrassing squelching from my end to realize…

“i think we’re finally alone again,” keeho breathes out into my ear, after i hear the kitchen door close from afar.

“don’t stop now, though,” i exhale in response, needing to feel some movement inside me, since he and his fingers were right there. keeho thrusts his fingers deep and hard, as i firmly pump my hand up and down his dick that he had his hand removed from.

the both of us still a bit subconsciously careful, we both let out the faintest of breathy moans and cussed into each other’s mouths at the pleasurable tension we were creating and releasing in this much tinier space.

“shit,” keeho exhales in a higher pitch, his fingers slowing down.

“steph…” i practically echo, my head resting on his shoulder while i struggle to keep my legs still against his hand. i feel one of my legs wrap itself around keeho’s waist with his assistance.

i plant kisses along his neck and jawline while i feel one of his hands encourage me to grind on top of him. placing one of my hands on one of the shelves for leverage, i do just that while his fingers continue fucking into me, and fuck, does it feel good.

not long after am i pressed up against the damn door, hearing several miscellaneous cans falling off a shelf as i feel something significantly larger than his (three?!) fingers re-enter and fuck me like it never left.

“kee–!” i squeal in full shock, coupled with a subsequent wave of relief. my hand manages not to lose its place on the now clearer shelf, gripping on the ledge as keeho pounds into me. (i guess one of us has faith that this door can withstand this obliteration i’m beginning to receive.) “fuck, stephen!”

all keeho replies with is a deep, guttural groan against my neck that i can just tell was laced with equal parts satisfaction and lust. my hands shift: one’s clawing at his back right beneath his neck, as the other lands along the sliver of wall where the light is.

“you feel so fucking good,” keeho moans into my ear.

“you feel so good fucking me,” i moan into his before blindly trailing kisses from his ear to his lips – well, his stuck-out tongue that i catch with and in between my lips.

a few moments later, i feel hands beneath my thighs lifting up weakening legs. after that, drilling into my wetness so aggressively that his dick slides out mid-stroke. the both of us make excellent work of each momentary break as we utilize this one to catch our breath.

“i know you’re springing a leak up in this damn pussy, kee…” i absentmindedly breathe out, drunk on the feeling of ecstasy keeho’s been quite literally pumping into me.

keeho giggles before speaking in my ear. “do you wanna cum one more time for me, baby?” he asks in that tone and breathy inflection that weakens all my systems. all the while, he reinserts a finger deep into my aforementioned wetness, kissing my neck.

i release a broken moan before the brat in me speaks on my already ruined behalf. “not before you nut inside me, baby,” i reply, staring down at my hand wrapped around keeho’s inundated dick.

“then you need to let go so i can do that,” keeho instructs, wrapping his own hand around mine in an attempt to assist. instead, i look up to find myself meeting his deep gaze, neither one of us letting go in the slightest.

keeho’s lips land on mine yet again as i feel his hand guiding mine smoothly up and down his shaft. in between kisses, i jokingly ask, “what happened?”

“it felt too good to me,” keeho exhales a chuckle. i sense myself inching the both of us closer and closer to my entrance, moving my hand around to his sack as he begins to slide back into me with even more ease than before. in a wild telepathic way, he echoes a thought that i was in the middle of formulating. “nah, this feels even better, fuck.”

“yes, steph, fuck me…” i moan out, and he does just that… and hard, too. without missing a beat, he hastily wraps my legs around his waist again, one hand lifting my shirt back up over my tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth as i decide to take his dick a bit differently. “go deeper, kee.”

keeho and i exchange a glance that reminds me to add a good ole 'please' to that sentence, which i do with a slight surrendering in my voice. at least i feel the reward seconds later when he’s so deep inside me that i feel his balls hit my cheeks with each and every stroke.

“you’re taking this dick so good,” keeho pants, kissing and biting all around my neck before he manages to increase his pace, and by this point I have officially lost it.

“well, i’m about to cum all around it!” i whine rather softly (thankfully learning from earlier). “please don’t fucking stop!”

“i’m right behind you, baby, give it to me,” keeho commands, hovering over me as he plants numerous kisses from my lips to my nipples. “shit… give it to me,” he repeats.

“fuck yeah, right there!” i squeal. “oh my god, i’m gonna cum so f-fuckin- i’m c-cumming!!” i convulse around keeho, repeatedly calling out his name like it’s the only word i know. without warning, he pulls out and spins me around to face the door.

keeho’s hands knead my ass like dough before a firm slap on it snaps me into another dimension. i work one of my hands behind me, and as it locates his loaded cock, one of his hands makes sure my hands are where he can see them. with my help, he positions himself to fuck me from the back, pinning them by my wrists once he’s completely inside.

using my hands and pinned wrists for leverage, i already feel keeho drive his dick so deep into me. he slaps my ass again as his successfully hits my g-spot countless times, and quite frankly, i’ll be damned if i’m not already nearing my next orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” keeho already knows my body too well.

i find enough strength in me to finish a sentence my previous orgasm practically robbed me of saying. “i’m gonna cum so hard…” i let out.

“me too,” keeho’s pace instantly slows down (but the intensity is still very much there), as if to drive several points home. one of his hands frees one of mine as he wraps it around my neck, pulling me extremely close to him for a deep kiss. a muffled yell from keeho triggered the both of us, sending us over the edge.

i feel a nice, explosive load of cum permeate my walls before realizing that both of my hands were gripping the doorway, giving me just enough of a hold to let go of everything else. next thing i knew, i was gushing all over – enough for keeho to pop out effortlessly. i then feel his fingers rub against my clit good enough for me to keep cumming on them.

whimpering into the air above us, i come down from my immense high, and i think keeho does too as he backs up away from me. i cross my legs to keep from losing it any further, which isn’t easy when i feel keeho’s big hands land on my waist. he helps to turn me back around to face him, and i’m greeted with such a look of lustful pride, pleasure, and fatigue. i wrap my arms around his waist, puckering my lips for another deep kiss. one that keeho gives me oh so passionately, while my hands travel up to his shoulders, and his rest on my ass, subconsciously pushing me that much closer to him. albeit unconventional as fuck, i couldn’t have been any more grateful that we both saw this through to the end…

we always have, and this irresistible feeling was the exact reason why.

epilouge

keeho leads the both of us back out into the kitchen, and i do the honors of at least grabbing that same towel that was in my mouth a while ago. as i let out a mixed sigh of gratification and painful exhaustion, keeho grabs that same towel. i look at him, a bit startled.

“go ahead and take a shower,” keeho endearingly advises. “i’ll clean up here.”

i nod as i pick up my bottoms. keeho adds, “you might wanna put those on until you get there though.” yeah, i honestly don’t wanna hear much from whoever else might be up in this dorm. then it hits me… and with the exclamation i hear from the sink, it might’ve hit keeho too. “oh my god… wait, come here.”

i walk back over to keeho once my bottoms were back on me. which seemingly gave him enough time to pull up a very recent text message from theo himself.

23 minutes ago

keeho… i’m pretty sure 'friends' don’t fuck each other in shared kitchen closets like that 😆🤦🏻‍♂️

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author’s notes:

i did it! i finished it! however, if you told me (when i wrote part one) that i would not only finish around keeho’s birthday, but that i would dedicate so much of yesterday to completing this, idt i would’ve believed you. with that being said, i’m glad with how this turned out, and i hope that whoever reads any of this will enjoy it!

i wanna extend a couple special shoutouts (basically an unofficial inspo taglist, if you will):

if it wasn’t for @tbzvity writing a response to an anonymous prompt so well, as well as encouraging me after i posted part one as a response to her, none of this would’ve happened. so a huge thank you to her.

a little random, but i want @sxcret-garden to know that i was also very inspired by her amazing writings, so thank you for sharing your brilliant work!

alright that’s all! like i basically said in the end of part one:

stan & stream p1harmony!

happy birthday keeho!

i admire and adore you a lot, as you have blessed me immensely with your beautiful spirit these past eight months. i’m grateful to be a fan of yours, and i wish you joy, happiness, love, and peace on all your days! 🩵🤎