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green-orangeade · 2 years

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Day 1: Age gap + Impregnation with Chan.

Wordcount — 2,406 words.

Includes — Age gap (male character is at least 10 year's older than reader, who is described to be in her mid twenties. No exact ages are discussed). Babysitter!reader, single dad!Chan, use of the word "daddy" once but it is not used as a petname nor it's part of the dynamic between reader and male character, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, creampie, themes of pregnancy.

Author's note — If you have been following me for a while, you know this is one of my most dominant kinks. So I just had to! The wordcount is longer than it should be, but I hope that's not an issue! Also, I know this was supposed to be day number 2 instead of 1, but I had my reasons to reschedule 😭 I will be posting mirror sex + praise kink with changbin later on though!

“This is wrong,” Chan mutters through gritted teeth while his eyes are all over you, admiring the way your tongue swirls around his hard and veiny cock. You suck on it like it’s your

favorite candy, like you have been craving it for ages.

Truth is, you do have been craving it ever since you met him.

“Is it?” you ask him, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a lewd sound. The drool on your chin and the string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his reddened cock is making him rethink his last words. Is it really wrong? How can it, when it feels this right?

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he replies. Ironically enough, he does so while guiding your lips back to the tip of his cock, pushing your head down on it. “You shouldn’t be doing this”.

Your teary eyes look up to him while having his cock deep inside your throat and the filthy image makes Chan’s heart race. He keeps your head in place for a couple of seconds before allowing you to gasp for air, coughing when you are finally able to breath.

“Do you want me to leave, Mr. Bang?” you query, feigning innocence. Your eyes are wide open and clouded with tears, there’s drool on your chin and the way you mockingly smile while asking such a question, all-together, makes Chan even harder.

He doesn't answer, but his cock twitches visible in front of your eyes. It’s hard not to notice when all you can do is stare at it; it’s thick, reddened and there are several, prominent veins that start at the base and fade away near the tip.

He really is nothing like the men your age you’ve fucked before.

“You know what I want,” he purrs, caressing your hair while you are still kneeling in front of him. “But I don’t think it’s right”.

“Why not?” you pout. “Because I’m too young for you?”

Chan shouldn’t feel aroused when he is reminded of it, but he does. You are a legal, independent adult, old enough to have a job and a place of your own —still, you are too young for someone like him. You should be fucking men your age, dating them and having all these sort of experiences Chan lived a while back.

But men your age are not really something you are into these days.

“Don’t do this to me,” he hisses, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “Don’t tempt me”.

“You did this to yourself, Mr. Bang,” you murmur, eyes fixed on his. “Had you been a decent man, none of this would be happening”.

He knows you are teasing him, as the bratty woman you are, but he can’t help but feel anger lingering inside his guts. Is he really the only one to blame? Had he minded his own business and stopped staring at the young babysitter that works for him in a perverse way, would things be different?

“Had you not offered yourself to me so easily, none of this would be happening,” he corrects you, cupping your cheeks with one of his hands. “Talking about decency as if your cunt isn't dripping every time I am around”.

He forces you to stand up from your knees, still cupping your face with his hand harshly. He sneaks the other one between your thighs and underneath your skirt, scoffing bitterly when the tip of his digits touch the wet patch on your underwear.

Far from making you feel embarrassed by proving his point, you come up with something to tease Chan even more.

“It’s just human nature,” you whisper, licking your lips when you feel him lazily tracing your slit. “You have something I need, and I am capable of giving you what you want in return”.

Chan’s breath hitches when you say that.

“I know what you want,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed on your parted lips. “But what is that thing you can offer me?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and smile when you feel his toned body tensing at your touch. The amount of power Chan has over you it’s pathetic, but neither of you can deny that you have equal or more power over him.

“Remember that time you invited Mr. Kim for dinner?” you query, brushing your lips against his without actually leaning forward for a kiss. Chan is taken aback from the unexpected topic of conversation that is rising, but he follows you.

“I do”.

“You two were drunk and making a lot of noise,” you continue, your hands caressing his neck. “Little Chris was sleeping soundly and the last thing I wanted was for him to wake up in the middle of the night, so I tried to ask you to lower your voice”.

“What does that have to do with this?,” Chan clears his throat, his heart racing at a thousand miles per hour as memories of that night make their way to his mind.

“You don’t remember what you told Mr. Kim?” you ask him, tilting your head while your gaze flutters between his eyes and lips. “About how bad you wanted to be a father again?”

His insides sink when he hears those words falling from your lips, and your initial proposition now makes sense: He has something you need, and you are capable of giving him what he wants in return.

“I don’t know why, but I haven’t stopped thinking about that ever since,” you confess, pressing your body tightly against his. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you filling me up with your cum, every hour of every day”.

It’s impossible, but Chan can’t feel himself growing even harder at your words. His cock is brushing against your body and, although you are not touching it, the simple brush of it against your skirt is enough to have him on edge.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about letting you fuck me raw, especially on days like these” you breathe, “because that’s what you want, right?”

You know you have found his weakness when his jaw tenses and the sentiment in his gaze drifts from guilt to lust. The arm he had around your waist pushes you into the bed and, only then, you can truly admire him —he is still wearing his buttoned white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his belt unbuckled and his pants are lowered enough for his cock to be out. It doesn’t seem like he has any interest in removing his clothes, but neither do you.

You are both too aroused and desperate to pay attention to such details.

“Just an advice,” he mutters, positioning himself on top of you. His hands lift your skirt up and he loses no time in ripping your panties off, throwing the remains of them to the side and leaving your pussy exposed for him. “Next time, watch your words when I am around you”.

The teasing smirk in your face fades away completely when his dick stretches your cunt without a warning, feeling the pressure between your legs escalating as he pushes himself deeper in you.

“Chan!” you gasp, your hands gripping the sleeves of his white shirt while he bottoms out.

“Are you sure you can give me what I want?” he groans through gritted teeth, controlling himself from blowing up the minute your walls clench around him. “You can’t take my cock without whining”.

“It has been a while since the last time I fucked,” you cry out, digging your nails in his biceps. You are sure you want him, but you perhaps underestimated how rough and painful taking someone as big as Chan could be.

“I can tell from how fucking tight you are,” he hisses, thrusting his hips slowly but harshly inside you. “Your body is practically begging for me to fill you up with my cum”.

When his hips acquire a pace of their own, his hands push your legs further until your knees are almost sided to your breasts. The position you are in now, if anything, only allows himself to go deeper inside you, which is exactly what he wants.

“You know, I haven’t come in a while either, didn’t want it to go to waste by jerking off,” he groans, words coming out faintly broken as he pounds your pussy mercilessly. “You can just imagine how badly I need a release”.

Chan’s words make the tension on your tummy unravel while the tip of his cock hits that sweet, perfect spot inside your walls. The hidden promise behind his words, that he has all of his cum saved up especially for your sweet cunt, drives you to the edge.

“Are you going to give it to me?” you sob. Far from sounding cocky or teasing, your voice has a tone of despair that makes Chan fuck you faster. He knows you aren’t asking that to provoke him, but because that’s exactly what your body and mind need.

“If you beg for it,” he grunts. “If you prove to me you deserve it”.

The dirty talk does wonders on you and he notices it when his cock slides perfectly inside you. Your cunt is wet, and warm, and so slippery that Chan utterly believes your body is begging for him to impregnate it.

“Please,” you cry out, your trembling hands trying to grip anything from him but failing because of how numb they feel. “Mr. Bang, please!”

When you moan his last name, Chan’s movements become rougher.

“I know you can do better for me,” he murmurs in your ear, a few strokes away from blowing up but still determined to make you come first. “Don’t make me think you don’t want it”.

“No, fuck! I-,” you try to form a coherent sentence, but the way he is thrusting his cock inside you doesn’t help. “I need it, I really do”.

“Do you really need to please me this badly?” he moans. “Willing to let me fill you up until I get you pregnant?”

“Please!” you whimper and, judged by the way your walls spasm around him, Chan quickly realizes you are about to come. “Please, please, please”.

“Make me come then,” he growls in despair, “show me how much you think you deserve me to make you a mother”.

It’s that last sentence that pushes you to your orgasm. Your hands are glued to his white shirt, gripping it while waves of pleasure wash up over your body with no end.

“Right there,” you moan, eyes white and lips parted, allowing the lewdest of noises to fall from them. Chan doesn’t slow down, and that causes your body to tremble and your legs to try and close together, but he is quick to keep them in place.

“Keep them wide open for me,” he hisses with broken words. “Don’t want my cum dripping out of your pussy because you are closing your legs together, do you?”

You shake your head enthusiastically, albeit your body feels weak. The climax is still wreaking havoc inside you, but you know the painful stimulation won’t last long —you are just a few seconds away from getting away with what you have been craving for months.

“Let me feel you,” you beg when he presses his forehead against yours. You are both sweaty, and the clothes aren’t doing you any favors, but wearing them still makes the two of you feel even filthier —him in his office clothes while you are wearing a short skirt and a top that traces the silhouette of your breasts perfectly. “Come inside me, I promise I won’t waste it”.

“I know you won’t,” he grunts, his hitched breath caressing your face. “I’ll make sure of it”.

He kisses you sloppily, tongue sucking on yours while his hips lose their acquired pace. All the ounce of control in his body vanishes once his orgasm is approaching, and you can tell by how he turns ten times more primal than he already is.

“Then come inside me,” you whimper, breaking the kiss just for the sake of hearing him moan. “You are going to come a lot, right? Make sure you milk yourself inside my cunt?”

Chan, who had been carrying the dirty talk up until now, doesn’t answer. And not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t —you and your words are overwhelming him to the point of losing his senses, the only thing in his mind being fulfilling his natural desire to leave his seed inside you.

“Fuck-” his voice quivers and your insides sink —he sounds needy and desperate to come like it’s the thing he craves the most in the world.

“I’m ready,” you purr, hissing in overstimulation. “I promise I’ll be really good. I’ll carry your baby and will make you a daddy again, don’t you want that?”

The dirtier you talk, the louder he growls. And the more you tease him, the more he loses control.

“Please,” you murmur in between moans, “you know how fertile a woman in her mid 20’s is, Mr. Bang? I bet you would only need to fuck me once for me to get pregnant, that’s how good I could be for a man like you”.

A warm sensation quickly floods your lower abdomen and Chan’s movements slow down gradually, accompanied by guttural, quiet groans he emits every time he feels the spark of overstimulation.

His dark, lustful eyes are fixed on you and, suddenly, you run out of words. You are both panting, trying to recover their sanity and breath, hearts racing at a thousand mile per hour while he is still deep inside you, cock softening as the seconds go by.

Chan, once again, pushes your knees further and fixes the position you were in, exaggerating it a bit by lifting your hips up even more —although he pulled his cock out of you, his semen isn’t dripping out of your pussy and you quickly realize that he is putting you in that position to prevent that from happening.

He leans down and kisses your forehead, leaving you to stare at the sinful sight: your swollen and wet cunt up in the air, in an awkward position that it’s as filthy as the words that you both shared a few moments ago.

“I guess we would have to see if you are right about that”.

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green-orangeade · 2 years

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She's got a boyfriend {s.c.}

Inspired by Sex by The1975

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: sneaky-link | smut & angst-ish | 7.2k words

Synopsis: You know you shouldn't be doing this, but with your boyfriend acting like a complete dick you just need to get some comfort somewhere. Good thing Changbin is always just one call away.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and infidelity | cheating | explicit content | dni if your under 18

Note: I almost cried writing this on multiple occasions. I just fell in love with this depiction of Changbin and I hope you do too. Enjoy!

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And this was how it started, you running towards Changbin’s car, eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and the crying he knew you had done tonight. He hated that look on you, especially knowing how preventable all the sadness and frustration was, if you just gave him a real chance. Because Changbin could treat you so much better than that guy. So much he knew.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a forced smile. It was a smile so short that he wasn’t sure if it happened or if his eyes were betraying him for his own ’t immediately head into the house he was parked in front of and beat up your boyfriend.

“Hi.”

The second you had closed the door behind you, Changbin drove off, softly accelerating as he made his way down the road. The music from the party was becoming fainter by the second until, after a while, it stopped.

“You wanna talk about it?” Changbin questioned, unsure whether you had called him to complain or simply for comfort.

“Do I ever?” you whispered, an almost silent sniffle leaving your nostrils. Changbin could tell that you were trying not to show how truly upset you were for his sake. You knew all too well how angry Changbin could get whenever you told him about your boyfriend’s actions.

“Okay.”

Changbin didn’t push you. He never did, which was probably for the better anyways. Because he had never particularly liked hearing about your boyfriend – not the good parts and definitely not the bad parts. If it were up to him, the guy wouldn’t even be in your life.

Out of habit, you took off your shoes, pulling your legs up towards your chest for comfort and temperature reasons. You were clad in nothing but a shirt, a skirt, and fishnet stockings, so that you were feeling cold was no surprise with it being November and all.

“Here, take this!” Changbin said as he pulled his hoodie over his head, careful not to crash his car, before passing it to you. Usually, you would have rejected his offer. You were already so cold despite all the alcohol in your blood, so he must have been freezing. Though, right now, every bit of comfort was welcome.

“Thank you!”

As soon as you pulled the thick piece of clothing over your head, Changbin’s scent filled your nostrils, making a faint smile appear on your face. He noticed your short spurt of calmness and the way his hoodie looked hanging over your shoulder, and it warmed his heart.

“So...” Changbin’s voice trailed off as he forced himself to look at the road in front of you. “Yours or mine?”

♡♡♡♡♡

“What do you wanna do? We could watch a movie or listen to music. Or we could- Woah!”

The second the two of you stepped into his bedroom, right after Changbin had closed the door behind himself, your hands were on him, pulling him onto his bed.

“I had a different idea in mind,” you told him with a grin as you sat on his lap. Changbin pushed his upper body off the mattress, meeting you halfway as you closed the gap between you in a heated kiss. Everything happened so quickly; he couldn’t have escaped your advances. Not even if he had wanted to.

As soon as Changbin tasted your lips, a hint of sweet alcohol still lingering on them, he was intoxicated, kissing you back just as hungrily. It was the same thing every time. He thought he could keep control, but as soon as your scent entered his Atmos, he was over and done for.

The feeling of your hands against his chest almost made him go feral. It was as if your touch controlled his heartbeat, and honestly, he didn’t mind. Your hands set his heart racing, the blood in his veins rushing through every part of his body. It didn’t take a minute for him to start feeling your effect on him.

In the back of his mind, Changbin always wondered if you could feel how excited he got. Until now, despite him getting this aroused every time you made out, you had never said anything about it. It was as though you had no idea how badly he wanted you, which was unbelievable to Changbin. Everyone knew, so how come you didn’t when you must have felt him strain against your crotch?

“Use your hands,” you ordered when you noticed that Changbin was keeping them behind his back to prop himself up. He could have certainly supported himself with his core alone.

As though your wish was his command, his hands made their way up your body, over your barely covered legs, until he reached your waist, gently gliding over the exposed skin. His actions caused goosebumps all over your skin, which he didn’t trust himself to think about further. It gave him confidence, though he didn’t want to read too much into it when he knew that you didn’t feel the same for him as he did for you. Even if you made out with him occasionally, he understood you just did it to get back at your boyfriend for whatever he had done to you.

Because Changbin wanted to take every bit he could get of you, he had kept his mouth shut up until now.

When he noticed just how much you enjoyed his touch, Changbin decided to go further this time. While your hands were wrapped around his neck, keeping him still for you to do as you pleased, his fingers started running up your stomach and towards your chest. And since you didn’t stop him, he decided to do something he had dreamed about so often in the past months.

Slowly but firmly, his fingers wandered below your bra, meeting your bare breasts. It made your breath hitch as you bit his lip in response, overwhelmed by the feeling of his strong hands all over you. Experimentally, he flicked one of your nipples, getting the exact reaction he had hoped for. Your back arched into him, your mouth leaving his as you threw your head into your neck, a soft groan escaping your lips. Changbin swore he had a tiny orgasm when you did.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you whimpered, your arms ensuring enough space between the two of you so that Changbin could do his thing without any difficulty.

He pressed his lips against your neck simply so he wouldn’t accidentally profess his love for you out of sheer arousal. It was one thing to feel your reaction to him touching you, but a whole other thing to hear you say it.

As his tongue ran over your throat, leaving wet kisses along the way, you started grinding into him – unintentionally, that was. With his hands and lips all over you, you were bound to lose control at some time. Who could have known just how good Changbin was at all of this?

Until now, it had never gone beyond the point of making out. It was bad enough that you did when you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who made you hate yourself every chance he got, and a boyfriend who cared for only himself, but a boyfriend, nonetheless. As much as you hated him sometimes, you could have never gone beyond making out with someone else. At least you thought you never could. But with Changbin doing so well in making you feel good, you needed to be extra careful not to let this go too far.

“You’re so good to me. So much better than him.”

Those words, as accidental as they were, broke Changbin. Where there was a hint of control before, after your confession, it became too much for him. Too much to handle and too much to still care about his feelings, possibly getting hurt. If not now, he would never get you all to himself.

So, without another thought in his head, one of Changbin’s hands made its way down your torso, only stopping once he hit the button of your skirt. With skilled fingers, Changbin opened it in a singular movement, pulling the zipper down as far as possible before throwing you onto his mattress so that he could position himself over you. And then, with his bulky legs on either side of your body, he took his shirt off. For the first time ever, you saw how well he was built, and it slowly but surely made you go crazy.

His muscular arms were only the start of a body you were sure had been trained for years. The breadth of his shoulders only further accentuated the tightness of his abs. When you noticed his perfectly sculptured chest muscles, you were close to completely losing it.

Before you could say anything to him, he had already started making his way down your body, his hot skin burning yours. He ran his tongue over your waistline for a while as he tried to take this moment in. As much as he wanted to stall to let this picture burn itself into his brain, Changbin was sure he wouldn’t last another second without tasting you, so he quickly moved on to your skirt.

Just when he was about to remove it, devouring you in a heartbeat – you were sure of that – you needed to end this.

“Binnie, no!”

Again, as though your words were his command, Changbin stopped immediately. A look of terror came across his face as his eyes met yours, trying to figure out if he had fucked things up entirely.

“I’m so sorry,” you told him, your hands coming up to shield your face in embarrassment. “But we can’t.”

Changbin looked at you in confusion, fearful he had misread the situation. You needed to assure him that it was nothing he had done – otherwise, he would have blamed all of this on himself.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me, I do – more than anything, actually. But I have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t have to remind me.” Changbin sounded spiteful, the simple mention of your crappy worse half annoying him.

“I know he sucks sometimes, but I can’t just cheat on him.” Changbin’s reaction confused you as he seemed to be in utter disbelief.

“What do you mean? We’ve been doing this for like six months. We’re far beyond just cheating by now.”

“Well, you might see it that way. But to me, this doesn’t count. It’s… nothing,” you explained, unintentionally breaking a piece of Changbin’s heart. Sure, he had already assumed you were just in this for the thrill and the comfort, but hearing you say it to his face... It almost broke the whole of him. “We’ve been kissing. That’s it. I’m sure my boyfriend’s kissed a ton of girls while being with me, so this is simply… getting back at him.”

As soon as those words had left your mouth, Changbin rolled off you, grabbing his shirt from beside your body before putting it back on and sitting down at the edge of his bed. A short moment of regret followed before you reminded yourself that this had to be done.

“Don’t be mad, please!” you begged him, a hint of despair in your voice.

“I’m not-” Changbin cut himself off when he noticed how angry and fierce he sounded. It shocked him a little as he had always been sure you were the one person he could never yell at. A deep breath made him gain back control over his emotions, or at least the part of them he was willing to show to you. “I’m not angry. I’m frustrated.”

“Because I won’t have sex with you?”

“Sure. Because I’m just a total jerk, right? Like your asshole boyfriend?”

Changbin didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but that you could even think all he wanted was to sleep with you made him so furious. Because even if you didn’t plan on ever sleeping with him, he would still let you use him like you had the past few months.

The guilty look on your face made Changbin regret ever saying anything.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“What’s going on with you, Binnie?” One of your hands came to his messy hair, softly running through the soft curls to comfort him. It was the least you could do after being the reason for his outrage. “You’re acting really strange.”

“You really don’t know?” You simply shook your head, eyebrows knitting together. At this point, Changbin just wanted to get this over with. So, with a sigh, he finally confessed what had been on the tip of his tongue for a while. “I’m frustrated because you still think your boyfriend will somehow change and become a decent guy. You’re holding on to something that just doesn’t work anymore, and if you just gave me a chance, I know I could… I know I’d be….”

Changbin stopped mid-sentence, overwhelmed by the thoughts running through his mind. There was so much he had held in and wanted to tell you, but he somehow didn’t find the right words.

Running his hand over his face, Changbin was trying to think of how to put it so that you would finally understand the depth of his feelings towards you.

“I know you’re just doing this-“ he pointed between the two of you, “to get back at him, and honestly, I’m fine with that, but what we’re doing is so far beyond cheating, it just doesn’t make sense you don’t see it that way.” With those words, Changbin got off his bed, your touches – even if innocent – distracting him from telling you everything he wanted you to know. “You come to me whenever he hurts you, and you talk to me about your most inner fears and feelings. And only about two minutes ago, you said you wanted to sleep with me, more than anything. This isn’t just cheating in the physical, conservative way. You’re being unfaithful emotionally. Honestly, at this point, we might as well just fuck. It wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Why does putting a label on this even matter to you? I’m not cheating on you, am I?” you questioned, his frustration rubbing off on you. It was bad enough that you had been tormenting yourself about this whole thing for the past few months. But hearing how Changbin agreed, calling you a cheater when he was about the only person you felt you could trust anymore, made you understandably angry.

“Because he shouldn’t be your boyfriend in the first place. I should. You said it yourself, I’m much better to you than him. So, just be with me!” Changbin came to a halt before you, looking right into your eyes as the words left his mouth. For a few seconds, he searched them for a reaction, but other than surprise, he got nothing.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Silence fell upon you as you tried to take in what you had just learned. Despite the whole nature of your relationship – Changbin always being there for you, comforting you when your boyfriend hurt you – his confession was a total shock to you.

“I didn’t think you felt the same for me, but after everything you just said, I don’t think I was all that right. Do you even love him?”

“Binnie, don’t do this to me. Please!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go on like this. Not when there might be a chance that you could be with me,” Changbin explained as he took your shaking hands into his. “Tell me, right now, do you like him more than me?”

Again, a thick veil of quiet hung over you. It was heavy, so heavy you couldn’t breathe.

“Binnie…” your voice broke, emotions taking over. “I don’t know what you want to hear.”

“I think you do,” Changbin said, one of his hands coming up to your face, softly running over your cheek. Subconsciously, you leaned into his touch for a second before drawing away. That simple act, even though it didn’t compare to words, was enough for Changbin to assume your answer himself. Taking a step back and letting your hands slip from his grip, he took a deep breath to calm down. You couldn’t have been sure, but you thought you saw a single tear gathering in the corner of his eye. “I’m gonna drive you home now.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement as he rushed past you and out of the room. With a heavy heart and a guilty feeling inside your gut, you followed him.

♡♡♡♡♡

The tension in the car was thick. You both felt it, even if you had different reasons for it.

Changbin wanted this car ride to end as soon as possible. It wasn’t because he didn’t like being around you anymore now that you had unintentionally broken his heart. More like the total opposite, actually. With every minute he was around you – hearing your breath, feeling your presence, smelling your scent – the need to just get over his feelings and kiss you again grew worse. Even if that meant you’d be right back where you started. Making out without a care, releasing the tension your boyfriend had caused you. He didn’t trust himself to make the right, logical decisions and spear himself from the pain while in your proximity, so he wanted to get out of it. For his sake and yours.

You, on the other hand, didn’t want this ride to end. You feared that the moment you got out of the car, Changbin would drive off into the distance and be out of your life for good. And even though that would have been the right, logical next step, at least so that you stood faithful to your boyfriend, you didn’t want that. Because Changbin, other than your boyfriend, made you feel safe. Loved. At this moment, you needed to grasp every opportunity to feel like a human rather than an object someone could easily toy with. Unfortunately, your boyfriend hadn’t and couldn’t give that to you.

It was a real dilemma, two people who desperately wanted to be with each other but couldn’t because of stupid rules and basic human decency. You should have felt guilty for even thinking about someone else like that, but somehow you didn’t. Maybe you would have had your boyfriend not been doing the same thing, letting you know just how many alternatives he had.

Thinking of all the girls with whom your boyfriend had probably cheated on you, your heart grew heavy. It burned your lungs and throat, and soon enough, you couldn’t breathe anymore. Paired with the overwhelming feeling of loss, as soon as Changbin left his hometown, it quickly became too much for you. Perhaps it was that you knew how right now would most likely be the last moments you shared with him.

“Changbin, stop!”

The second Changbin brought his car to a halt at the side of the road, you undid your seatbelt before opening the door and heading outside.

The wind blew through the dark fields before you, hitting your body in a strong, cold gush. It was refreshing, so much so that you felt like you could breathe and think again. For about a minute, you simply stood there, reflecting on everything that had just happened, trying to figure out how to fix it. Because giving up wasn’t an option if it meant that you could and likely would lose Changbin.

“y/n, get back in the car,” Changbin called from behind you as your watery eyes kept staring into the distance. “Come on, now! It’s cold outside, and I don’t have any more hoodies to give you.”

As you were reminded of the thick piece of clothing still hugging your figure, your eyes wandered towards it. Subconsciously, you had held onto it throughout the past minutes as though it was a life jacket. A lifeline you were desperately clinging to. You remembered how Changbin had handed it to you the second he realised you were cold and the feeling it had given you ever since. And suddenly, the realisation hit you.

For as long as you recalled, Changbin had always been like that. He had always made sure you were okay before anything else. He had never pushed you further than you were comfortable with. He had never even asked you a question that could have possibly offended you. Whenever you had vented to him about your boyfriend’s actions, he had simply sat there, listening. He never once complained, even though you knew he hated it. For Changbin, you came first. Always.

You felt stupid for not seeing it earlier when the signs had been there, ever since you met Changbin a year earlier.

“y/n?” As Changbin called out for you again, you turned around, catching him leaning up against the open car door on his side of the car. Concern was laced in his voice and visible on his face.

“Coming,” you told him as you made your way back to the car, closing the door behind you after sliding onto the comfortable seat. His eyes followed you, his body only joining you once he was sure you were safe and sound inside his car.

“You good?” Changbin asked, his eyes still searching your body for a hint of what had happened. He was clueless as to why you had made him stop in the middle of nowhere, just to step out of the car and stare at nothing.

He waited for an answer, as always so considerate to give you enough time, so you nodded. There was so much you wanted to tell him. All the pieces finally started fitting together, though you needed a minute to see the whole picture. When Changbin’s hands met the steering wheel, his right hand about to turn the ignition, you stopped him. Your left hand came to grasp his, quickly catching his attention. His eyes found you, again so confused as to why you were acting the way you did.

“Stop,” you whispered, voice still too weak to talk properly. The way Changbin’s eyes bored into you made you so nervous. Because the last time he had looked at you that way, mere minutes earlier when you were still in his room, you had hurt him. “I need to tell you something. So, please just... Don’t drive yet.”

Slowly his hands left their places, landing in his lap as his eyes wandered towards the road ahead. The patience he had, even until this moment, still surprised you. He could have easily ignored your words and driven off to get away from you as soon as possible. You knew he wanted to, but still, he didn’t. He was patient, considerate, and put you first, like always. So, the least you could do was be honest.

“The reason why I can’t have sex with you isn’t that I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to explain, y/n. It’s fine. I get it. You don’t want to cheat on your….“ For the first time ever, you noticed Changbin’s inability to say the word boyfriend in reference to your relationship. Had this not been a serious situation, you would have probably teased him for it. “On him. I need to accept that.”

“Binnie, just... Please shut up for a moment,” you ordered him, eager to finally voice your mind. Changbin didn’t need to be told twice, his mouth closing as soon as you had told him to. “The reason I can’t have sex with you isn’t that I don’t want to. It’s that sex with you might break everything. Break me.”

Changbin’s eyes darted towards you, his face a mix of shock and confusion. You couldn’t blame him for that, either. Had you just been given a little more time, even just a few more minutes, so that you got think about how to phrase your words, it would have made a lot more sense. But you didn’t have more time. You needed to tell him now, so you wouldn’t risk completely losing him.

“The thing I used to love most about my relationship was the sex. I know that isn’t a good thing and that a relationship should be much more than that, but it is true. I used to love loving my boyfriend, everywhere and anytime. It didn’t matter because I was always in the mood.”

“Please, stop talking,” Changbin spoke, his hands now in fists, knuckles white enough for you to start worrying.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, and I’m sorry. But just… bear with me, okay? I’m actually going somewhere,” you tried calming Changbin down, though you weren’t sure if it was working. So, you merely kept going. “As I said, I used to love... doing it. And I didn’t think anything could change that. And then it did. All of a sudden, I just couldn’t do it anymore. The plug was pulled, and I wasn’t interested in it anymore.”

As your eyes were focused on your hands in your lap, you felt Changbin’s gaze on your skin. It made you nervous as much as it made you feel warm. He was truly listening to you, something so simple, though at the same time meaningful.

“I tried convincing myself that it was normal. That after a year of being together, we just lost that initial spark. That just happens. At least, that’s what I thought.” You bit your lip, feeling your emotions gradually taking over you. “But now… I don’t know. Maybe I was wrong.”

You teared up. Maybe it was the realisation that your relationship was falling apart before your eyes. Even if the past few months had been awful, you had still loved your boyfriend at some point. Realising that you had been lying to yourself just to try and stay faithful to someone who treated you like garbage was a rather emotional situation.

Your sudden outburst may have also been because of Changbin and how he observed you, still with so much love and adoration. Something you weren’t sure you deserved after how you had treated him. For months, you had acted as though you two meant nothing. Like he was just your way of coping with your boyfriend’s actions. You had even said it to his face just ten minutes ago.

It made you feel dirty. Guilty.

“Please don’t cry, y/n.” One of Changbin’s hands came up to your face, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. It was the last drop, one action that made you surer than ever that you needed to finally listen to your heart.

“I think that maybe, I lost interest in him because of you.”

Changbin stopped all his movements, his finger lingering below your cheekbone as he stared at you in disbelief. As if, with one short sentence, you had made all his efforts worthwhile. All the sleepless nights he had spent thinking of you, wanting to be with you, hug you, cuddle with you, make love to you. Finally, it was not for nothing.

“What are you saying, y/n?” Changbin needed to make sure his ears hadn’t betrayed him. He had dreamt about this moment - you coming to terms with your feelings for him - too often to not be hesitant now. He didn’t want to risk losing you because of a simple misunderstanding on his part.

“I’m saying that there is a possibility that me meeting you was around the same time that I lost interest in him… I don’t know. Maybe it’s uncorrelated. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.” With the following words, you turned your head to look at him, your eyes still a little glassy. “I think I’m in love with- you.“

Changbin couldn’t stop himself. Hearing those words come out of your mouth was everything Changbin had dreamed of and more. It was overwhelming in so many ways that he couldn’t help but kiss you. Out of relief as much as out of love. Because after six months of letting you go every night so that you could sleep in another man’s bed, he knew so much. He loved you with every piece of his heart.

When you kissed him back after a few moments of hesitation, Changbin was sure his heart exploded into a thousand little puzzle pieces. The blood in his veins was going crazy, rushing to every part of his body just like it had done back at his place. That he could be aroused simply by your kiss was unbelievable to him.

You let him take over you for a while, giving him what you could tell he had craved for so long. You. And all of you, not just that part you were willing to commit.

When he moved his seat as far back as possible and pulled you over the centre console onto his lap, you let him. It was close to impossible to not lose focus when Changbin’s lips felt so native to your skin. As though you were a magnet pulling him towards you – his mouth to your neck and his hands to your hips, waist and thighs. It didn’t take long for you to notice the impact his antics had on you.

Changbin’s mouth was glued to your neck, licking over the most sensitive parts, his hands groping onto you below his hoodie. Your walls were throbbing below your shorts, around nothing when all you needed was him inside you. That’s what it felt like, at least. As though you would combust if you didn’t take this further.

As much as you loved Changbin pulling you so close, manhandling you just because he lost himself in finally having you all to himself, you knew it couldn’t go on. Even though it damn right felt like it at the moment, he didn’t have you all to himself. There was still a part of you that was attached somewhere else, to somebody else.

“Bin-” you moaned, cutting yourself off while struggling to stop this. Honestly, there was so much you wanted to do with and to Changbin, though stopping him was not on the list. Nevertheless, it needed to be done. So, with a little more force to your voice and a slight push to his chest, you spoke up again, “Binnie!”

As expected, Changbin stopped his antics, his face coming up to look at you, cheeks red, lips frozen in a smile. How you could not give him the world right that moment, you didn’t know.

“You want to go back to my place?” he questioned, hand already halfway at the ignition.

“No, that’s not it,” you replied, closing your eyes so that, maybe, this became a little easier. “I don’t think we should be doing anything right now. At least not before I got the chance to talk to him.”

Changbin’s smile dropped, which was to be expected after you had blown him off. Of course, he would have never pushed you to do anything with him when you didn’t want to. Though he was more than sure that it wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You stopping anything else from happening was decency. Something your boyfriend didn’t deserve to begin with, but it made Changbin love you even more.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Changbin accepting your decision with no reluctance shouldn’t have surprised you at this point. It made your heart swell anyway. After two years with someone constantly cheating on you, hurting you, and not taking you seriously, Changbin was a true blessing.

“What? You expected me to force you to have sex with me just because you told me you have the hots for me?”

“Of course not.” A light chuckle escaped your lips at his never-ending joy. “You’re the perfect gentleman. Always have been,” you told him, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

Somehow, knowing you couldn’t sleep with him at the moment, and his acceptance, didn’t stop the heat roaring inside you. You knew you would never forgive yourself if you had sex with Changbin before talking to your boyfriend and ending things. Still, it felt like you were about to explode from all the build-up tension inside. Especially after forcing yourself to not give in to your urges twice in one night.

You probably shouldn’t have, but you decided at this point that, maybe, just a little taste of Changbin wouldn’t hurt. It would definitely help benefit your cravings, knowing how at least one of you got lucky tonight. And you were more than willing to let it be him.

When you drew away from his lips, you leaned your forehead against his. It was an innocent action that could have easily led to him taking you home right away. At least to an unexpecting Changbin, it did. The grin on your face went unnoticed by him.

“I just wish there was a way I could thank you for that,” you said, softly kissing the side of his neck. “And for waiting.” Another kiss, a little closer to his collarbone while your hands made their way down his torso. “And for always respecting me.”

“Why would you thank me for that? That’s what you do for the people you-”

That Changbin stopped talking this time wasn’t because you had in any way told him to do so. It was the natural reaction to you getting off his lap and kneeling in front of him on the floor of his car, right between his thighs and the steering wheel. That it was mere centimetres from hitting your head didn’t bother you.

“What are you doing?” Changbin questioned in confusion, looking down at you, eyebrows drawn together. Only when your hand met his thighs, pushing them apart so you could comfortably sit between them, did he get your idea. And when your hand landed on top of his noticeable bulge, slightly applying pressure, there was no doubt left in his mind. He understood that you were about to do what he had already assumed. “Woah!”

“Let me thank you, okay?”

The confident smile on your lips as you let your fingers dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants made a pool of saliva gather in Changbin’s mouth. He swallowed hard before lifting his hips off the car seat so that you could pull his pants and underwear down his legs. The moments he was freed from his constraints, his swollen cock slapped against his stomach, all red and ready. That he had agreed to hold up on having sex was so much more meaningful now that you knew how much he must have been aching.

With his head thrown back against his seat, Changbin simply waited for you to start. He was worried he would come too soon if he watched you go down on him. Too bad you wouldn’t have any of that.

“Look at me, Binnie,” you told Changbin, and with a deep breath, prepared to give anything to make himself last, his face turned to look at you.

When he noticed the adorable expression on your face, so sure of yourself and so excited to give him as much pleasure as he could take, he almost lost it. You slowly made your way up his bare thighs, leaving love marks every few centimetres, hands massaging his thick muscles.

“You good?” you questioned when you noticed how tense Changbin was, his thighs like rocks beneath your hands.

“Y-Yes,” he answered, his voice breaking far too often for a three-letter word. You chuckled as you sat up a little further for better access.

Eventually, you let your fingers glide up Changbin’s girth, slowly and with as little pressure as you could muster. When you hit his tip, you felt him twitch below you as you softly let your thumb run over it, collecting his salty arousal.

“Mhm.” The moan leaving his throat sounded too heavenly to be natural, the sound flowing straight to your core. Your self-confidence only doubled, and so you finally let your lips touch him. Kissing your way up along the prominent vein on the underside, you soon reached the tip, replacing your thumb with your lips. The second your tongue met his most sensitive body part, you felt Changbin unintentionally buck into you.

Changbin wasn’t extraordinarily big, though the way his hips moved against your mouth in circles weakened your knees. Just imagining him doing the same movements inside you made you giddy. It also spurred you on, knowing and seeing just how good you could make him feel. And you had not even come close to doing what you knew you were capable of.

After focusing on his head for a while, kissing and licking all over him, you started taking him in deeper. It wasn’t deep enough to have him hit the back of your throat yet, though you were able to hollow your cheeks a little. The groan escaping his lips let you know just how good it must have already felt.

One of Changbin’s hands came to your head, fingers weaving though your hair to allow him more control over you. That he was becoming bolder every second, losing himself in the feeling of you, would have been more than enough reward for you. Though, when he started whispering silent praises, possibly unintended, you hit a whole new high.

“Feels amazing…” Changbin mumbled through the wet sounds of your movement around him. It made you want to give even more of yourself to him. “So perfect.”

The more you let yourself go in the moment, squeezing Changbin’s thigh whenever murmured words of admiration left his lips, the faster you went. Your own excitement seemed almost impossible with how low your sex drive had been over the past year. Apparently, the problem hadn’t been you, as your boyfriend had often declared. To find that you weren’t broken but had simply been with the wrong person was a huge relief.

“Good god.”

The almost silent prayer took you back as you realised that Changbin had hit the back of your throat. That it was enough for him to start twitching inside your mouth, his head now thrown back against the headrest, made you want to do the same thing again. As uncomfortable as it was, you didn’t care as long as he was in bliss.

“Please…” Changbin begged, his voice merely above silence, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted. So, with your grip around his thighs tightening, you let him slip deeper again. Until he reached deep enough for you to start gagging lightly. “Fuck!”

Changbin propped his left leg against the door on his side for leverage, bucking his hips against you, meeting your mouth in the middle. The scene must have looked so feral from the outside, the sounds and scents inside the car what you imagined porn to smell and sound like.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you gladly let him use you. When his second hand came to the back of your head, holding you still so that he could go his pace, you knew he was close. The first spurt of his high followed mere seconds later, the salty liquid running straight down your throat. That was when he finally calmed inside of you, the rest of him filling your mouth.

Soon enough, Changbin stopped twitching, his head rolling forward just in time to watch you swallow all his release. With cheeks tinted red, he bit his lips, feeling guilty for finishing so unexpectedly.

“Sorry,” he apologised as he took himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva clinging onto your lower lip. “Are you alright?”

“Ye-“ a cough cut you off, so Changbin hastily grabbed a bottle of water out of the compartment in the driver’s door. You mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before emptying the whole bottle. When he also handed you a tissue to wipe away the access wetness from your lips, your heart rate had calmed down again.

Discarding the bottle on the backseat of his car, you slowly made your way back to the passenger’s seat, watching Changbin clean himself off before pulling his pants back up. Had this not been some of the messiest head of your life, it would have been a real sight for the Gods.

For a while, you simply sat next to each other, enjoying the moment as he came down from this highest of highs. He looked so ethereal, with his curly hair all messy and sweaty, his skin still so red and sticky from sweating so much. You couldn’t help but smile at this sight.

“What?” Changbin asked when he noticed your staring.

“Nothing,” you shrugged off. “Just wishing that I didn’t have a conscience, you know? I really want to go back to your place right about now and let you do all the things I know you’re dying to do.”

“Cheeky,” he teased you, leaning over the centre console of his car to kiss you even more intimately than before.

As you let yourself be taken in by his presence again, his scent so much wilder than usual, you noticed how aroused you truly were. With how soaked your panties were, you were surprised that your juices weren’t rolling down your legs already.

Changbin seemed to notice your restlessness as he smiled against your lips.

“You know, it’s still early,” he explained with a smirk as his fingers met your fishnet-clad thigh, running higher up each second. “I bet that party isn’t over yet. Just, you know, if you want to go talk to him now.”

That game Changbin was playing was very unfair. His fingers running over your legs so faintly, barely touching you as they wandered higher and higher up, were distracting. And when his fingertip finally reached your soaked underwear, running along your slit over the thin fabric, you closed your eyes for a second.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moan, when his finger tapped against your hooded clit a few times. It prompted sparks inside your veins like your body was the host to a firework. It gave you an idea of how good Changbin could treat you and how good he could make you feel. It quickly overshadowed all your morality.

“Drive!”

“You sure?” Changbin questioned cheekily, brushing his fingers against your nub a few times, running over it in slow circles.

“Don’t ask stupid questions. Just get me to that damn party.”

Changbin turned the ignition almost instantly, rapidly stirring the car to turn around. With one hand on the stirring wheel, his other hand picked up its pace right that moment. It made you jolt at the unexpected movement, a knot starting to form in your stomach already. A string of curse words left your mouth as you threw your head back at how amazing his fingers felt now that he wasn’t just teasing.

“Your wish is my command,” Changbin triumphantly added as he looked at you cheerfully. “Always.”

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1 @i-wrotethisforme || 2 John Berger, "Will it be a likeness?" from The Shape of a Pocket || 3 @softkatie || 4 @chennai-expression || 5 peanuts || 6 it, Stephen King || 7 @lizclimo || 8 @petrichara || 9 The Essays of Montaigne, “On friendship" || 10 @honeytuesday

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𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝕲𝖔

‘Let Go’

Jisung (Han) x fem!reader

Your feelings for Jisung and the jealousy you have for a certain staff member cause you to distance yourself from him, until one night the truth comes out…

Word Count: 6.9k

Genres: Friends to lovers cause i’m a sucker for this trope, Slight Angst (happy ending), Smut (18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: A lil angsty, smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), negative self-talk, reader cries, jealously/insecurity themes, oral/fingering (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of voyeurism, mature language

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, usage of the nickname whore & slut, reader goes to a sex club, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, protected sex, lovemaking, oral, fingering, handjob, angst, alcohol (getting drunk), low self-esteem, light mentions of an emotionally abusive family, lots of plot]

previous chapters:

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

*i apologize for any grammar errors

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chapter 5: distraction from the distraction

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series’s masterlist, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: 3 smut scenes total [mdni], DADDY KINK YALL IT’S IN THE TITLE, bulge kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap mfs), breeding kink, fingering, cockwarming, rough sex, riding, spanking, marking, handjob, cum tasting, angst, lots of plot]

previous chapters

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

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chapter 4: a step backwards

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sugar coated (s. jy)

pairing. jake x afab reader

genre. smut, fwb, church boy Jake

warnings. ‘studying’, profanity, pinching as punishment, hand job, choking, pain kink, slight dumbification, use of ’puppy’, snowballing. minors DNI.

wc. 3400

Jake’s innocent, he’s an angel, pure and free of sin. carrying an image so incredibly pristine and clean not even a white glove could pick up dust.

at least that’s what his mom’s been boasting about for the last hour.

“my Jakey has always been highly revered for his immaculate academics. he’s been top of his class since his first year attending school. even as a child all of his teachers let me know how gifted he is.”

“that’s so amazing! you’re truly blessed.” your mother beams. she stares at the said boy behind the altar assisting with cleaning up after today’s Sunday sermon. “if only I could say the same for my daughter. she’s at that unfortunate age where all she does is daydream her head off about boys.”

“oh lord, not my Jakey, he’s much too busy with his studies and volunteer work to bother with girls.” his mother waves off the thought. “he’s never even had a girlfriend.”

Jake Sim catches your eye as he follows after the pastor assisting with carrying his robes. smiling shakily, his throat bobs with a gulp, greeting you with a polite nod. he’s just like candy, so sweet. coated in a thick layer of sugar your tongue can’t get enough of. the kind you can’t resist after finishing from even licking the wrapper clean.

a smart boy, too smart, and amazing at keeping up an act.

︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶

“can we video chat later?” Heeseung’s husky half-asleep voice wraps your ear in comfort. tickling down your spine with the unsaid implication his question holds.

“I can’t today Hee, I have to meet with Jake for tutoring.”

“who’s Jake?” Heeseung sounds wide awake now. a sound of rustling emits through your phone following his actions shooting up from bed.

“some guy that just moved into town a few weeks ago.” you start to explain less than interested. “my mom finessed a study session for us at church yesterday.”

“oh..” Heeseung sits back, nibbling on his lower lip to cool his initial annoyance. “is he nice?”

a smirk plays at your lips picking up a trace of jealousy in his tone. you sigh, thinking it over, is Jake nice?

“he seems nice, I haven’t gotten to know him very well yet.” you say, turning on to your stomach to gaze out of your bedroom window. “has to be nicer to me than the boy next door ever was.”

Heeseung clears his throat, raspy now as it’s quite late in the evening where he is. “when have I ever not been nice to you?”

“the other night?” you tease, rolling onto your back.

“ah come on,” he laughs shyly. “you like it when I’m a little mean.”

“hmm,” you think about it. even through a less than clear video Heeseung knew how to control your body to tears. “I have to get ready, Jake’s waiting.”

“I just checked the weather app, there might be a storm later.” Heeseung clears his throat. “wear something warm.”

“yeah yeah, it’s over 100 degrees outside actually.” you reply sarcastically, debunking his attempt to decide your outfit for the day. “maybe that one little short dress my neighbor really loved the last time he visited..”

“please don’t wear that.” he groans.

“have to go, text me later?”

Heeseung sounded upset as you hung up, but you really had no time to sit around and comfort him. rushing to grab your belongings and hop in the shower before you had to walk over to the Sim residents.

the last thing you wanted to spend your Monday evening doing was studying, let alone with Jake breathing down your neck.

“I really don’t need you to tutor me.” you grunt. tapping your phone for the 100th to zero new notifications. worried that maybe you shouldn’t have teased Heeseung so much, as tempting as it was.

“judging from all these wrong answers, you do.” Jake sneers a little, pushing your phone further away. “you really shouldn’t have your phone out while we’re working.”

“you need to calm down,” you squawk in surprise, rolling your eyes. “if I can have my phone out in class without any of my professors making a big deal, then believe me, I won’t be taking orders from some snobby altar boy.”

Jake fixes you with an equally surprised look removing his glasses to blink dramatically. “snobby altar boy?? is that what you think of me!?”

“that’s what everyone thinks about you.”

Jake splutters at that, sporting a confused expression. “what’s wrong with being an altar boy?”

“well, you’re in college for one. all the other altar boys are..you know, boys.”

“being an altar boy teaches patience and respect!” he states brazenly. “for all you know I could be a priest someday.”

“oh God, are you—“ you grimace, setting down your pen. “you want to be a priest?!”

“no!” Jake clicks his tongue in dismay, shaking his head. “but there’s nothing wrong with that if I do.”

“no, of course not..” with a fake smile you nod. “I mean, I guess you could, you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“what’s that supposed to mean??”

“priests don’t have sex!” you exclaim. “so like— it’s not too hard to believe you might want to follow that career path. I don’t know.”

“what the—“ Jake sits up straight, setting his palms down on the desk. “I’ve had sex!”

“you have?!”

“of course I have!”

“but your mom said—“

“oh my God!” Jake slumps back into his chair, jaw tightening as he runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “I’m not a virgin!”

“it’s not a big deal.” you mumble, brushing the subject off to not embarrass him.

“yes it is, how could you actually believe that, just because my mom said??” Jake grunts. “are you a virgin?”

“excuse me??”

“exactly,” he nods proudly. “believe me, I’ve never had a problem getting laid.”

“sure..” you smile, hiding a laugh. having to look away when his eyes widen in shock giving him a gentle puppy like appearance. focusing on completing the rest of the questions left to get this over with.

“that’s wrong,” he sighs, pressed close to your side reading over your answers on the study guide he typed up for you. “God all of these are wrong!”

Jake’s eyebrows scrunch together, pinching your thigh too hard as he rips the packet of paper away from you.

“ow! Jake what the fuck?”

“what?” adjusting his glasses, he sighs comparing the correct answers to your wrong ones. “no wonder you’re failing.”

he pinches again, smiling too sweetly when you jump in your seat.

“dude, stop doing that!” you smack his arm, finding a mark of short nails indented on your thigh.

“it’s a studying technique I learned as a kid.” he pinches you again, smile growing wider. “whenever you fail, I’ll pinch you.”

“listen,” you grab his wrist rather firmly, glaring him down. “I don’t know what kind of Dolores Umbridge type of teacher you had back home, but that is not how to learn from your mistakes!”

Jake swallows, licking his upper lip, quickly glancing at your fingers wrapped around his wrist. he nods slowly, slinking further into his seat. “sorry, I—….you’re right.”

the familiar ping of your phone distracts you, releasing him to check. frowning as you read that a friend has tagged you in a new photo. still nothing from Heeseung.

“who is that?” Jake’s nose lightly brushes against your jaw. he’s too close, having no sense of personal space. his warm minty breath fanning your cheek doing more to distract you than your phone.

“who’s what?”

“on your phone,” he nods to the device lighting up with another new notification. “that guy next to you.”

“oh, that’s Heeseung, he’s my..” you pause, tapping the end of your pen on his desk. “he was my neighbor. he’s studying abroad currently.”

“just a neighbor?” Jake muses, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “you two must be very close.”

“we grew up together, so,” you shrug. “we’re just friends.”

“I understand, really.” Jake nods with a hum. “I had a neighbor back home, we were friends. actually we had a great friendship until the news that my dad landed a job out here got out. she didn’t take it too well.”

“were you friends for a long time? I didn’t take it too well when Hee got accepted to a school so far away.” you recall. “it’s been his dream school since we were kids though, I wouldn’t have felt right to complain.”

“mmm yeah that would have been awkward.” Jake says, snapping his fingers. “are you perhaps included in his phone background?”

“I—“

Jake bites back a grin, mentally noting how cute you look deep in thought. he strokes over the inside of his wrist, displaying light pink skin where you had gripped onto him.

strong, feisty, he licks his lips inching closer, tracing the faded mark his cut nails left behind on your exposed thigh.

“hey, what did I just say?” you circle his wrist again, receiving a hiss through Jake’s teeth. the corners of his lips lift despite your rough touch

“maybe it’s time to change that background,” he suggests, lifting his brows up and down.

“Jake..” he drifts closer, eyes bouncing around your face searching for resistance. a hopeful glimmer shines across his eyes, fondly tilting his head to the side. sinking his well filed nails back into the meat of your thigh.

“I haven’t made mistakes in a really long time,” he grins, glancing to your fingers digging into his wrist. “sometimes I wish I could without disappointing everyone. I’m always thinking, I can never just…turn off my brain.”

curiously, you pinch the thin skin covering his wrist bone. his eyelashes flutter behind clear frames, dropping open his mouth in a silent moan.

“you’re getting hard,” you observe, sweeping your free hand up his thigh. taking your time to drag the tips of your fingers along the inseam leading up to the bulge that’s formed. “is it..”

your forehead presses flat to his, upper lip grazing against the bridge of his nose, whispering light as a feather. “the pain?”

you emphasize the question by crushing his wrist, impressed by how instantaneous his eyes roll back. neck gone loose as he drops back with his hips lifting from the seat to meet your teasing touch.

“you’re—“ he gulps, meeting your heated gaze, swallowing to soothe his drying throat. “you’re strong, I didn’t expect that.”

strands of his perfect blonde locks come apart, blending over his eyes to create a disheveled look. aided by the rising shades of pink spreading from his lips to his cheeks to the shell of his ears.

Jake’s tongue hangs free like a dog panting outside on a hot summer day, thirsty, craving to get hosed down. he arches a brow higher, covering your hand on the tent that’s formed in his sweats.

“wanna find out how strong I am, puppy?”

Jake curses under his breath, pushing on your hand to grind his hardening length against your palm. he nods shamefully, the blush on his cheeks intensifying.

“no no no,” you chide, yanking your hand free much to his dismay. receiving large betrayed eyes that follow after you moving to stand up. “you don’t get to set the rules here anymore.”

grabbing Jake by his shirt's collar, your heels dig into the floor to pull him out of his chair. pivoting against his limp weight to maneuver him onto the bed. he collapses back surprised, sitting up on his elbows with a loose jaw as he watches you mount his thigh.

“tell me exactly what you want, puppy.” you ask in a mocking voice. Jake crumbles underneath you, reaching for your waist with the most gentle desperate stare.

“touch me, please touch me.” his pleading still comes out sweet despite the lewd request.

“since you asked so nicely..” you smile playfully, walking your digits down the length of his torso like a spider just to make him wait longer. by now Jake’s fully hard, length fat where it protrudes obscenely from his dark grey sweats.

the wet spot on his boxers is enough to make you throb against his thigh. so wet and pilant, begging for you to jerk him off. he croons loudly when you finally wrap around his size. testing how hot and thick he feels in your grasp, you grind down imagining how well he could stretch you out.

“you’re so wet Jakey, sticky and messy just like a stupid little pup.”

his hips jerk, pulsing in your palm at a fast speed. dropping flat, scrambling around himself for something to grab on to.

Jake’s a mess, letting out hushed sobs near tears. tufts of his once neat hair stick out every way from turning his head side to side. the fabric of his shirt damp on his chest where a pool of sweat has formed clinging the material to his skin. body heat rising at high speed, the source sitting heavy in your hand where you begin to build a smooth stroke. circling up his fat shaft only to stop just as you reach the tip, digging your thumb into the slit that continues to ooze his pre-arousal.

“faster, pull harder.” he grits between grinding teeth. clutching at the bed topper ruining the crisp tucked in sheets.

“nuh-uh puppy,” you reprimand scoffing, hooking his chin between your fingers to look at you. “bad puppy, you know better than that.”

Jake nods with pleading eyes, exposing his gritted teeth as he whimpers again. “please, please tug harder.”

the room fills with the tune of ragged breath, shattered whines, desperate wails held back by sealed lips. it’s too easy to rile him up, shoving the bottom of his shirt up to sheath your nails into the carved line of his hip indentations. Jake responds to that beautifully, scrunching up, releasing a begging round of whines.

“faster faster!” he’s too rabid, lapping and drooling on his lower lip leaving his chin shiny with saliva.

“what did I just say?” you tut, smearing the drool onto his lips. he licks between your fingers wantonly, nodding animalistically. too high off his race for pleasure to show off his well trained manners anymore. “what a bad puppy.”

Jake releases a deep whine, dropping his head back unveiling the long alluring length of his throat. slipping lower, your fingers tingle as you choke his neck in your hold viscously. the blonde boy practically screams, coughing from the action asphyxiating his lungs.

“need to breathe?” you coo, passing the tip of your nose against the warmth emitting from his ruddy cheeks. “I’ll let you breathe when you cum for me.”

Jake writhes under your weight holding him down to the bed. chest rising and falling at a rapid speed the more your fingers dig into the veins bulging out of the sides of his throat. the lack of air reaching his brain starts to make him dizzy, attempting to blink the moisture clumping his eyelashes together.

pushing up with the hold on his throat, you grip just enough for traces of white to spot around your fingers on his reddened flesh. the lack of blood circulating under your grasp fills his brain, sighing as each thought leaves his mind. Jake’s cock jerks in your palm, hot and heavy at full mass. the tip just as red and tortured as his face.

“puppy,” you whisper hoarsely, sensing a strong burn in your biceps from overuse. the twitch his cock gives in your palm is enough to motivate you to continue. with a grin you repeat yourself, speaking in a coquettish manner. “puppy? you like when I do that?”

Jake’s iris completely disappears, meeting the back of his skull as you swipe across his slit consistently leaking pre-cum. a pulse throbs painfully between your fingers each time you say the nickname again, earning a breathy squeal from the back of his throat.

whimpering just like a little puppy too dumb to fend for himself. he snakes your wrist around his neck, silently begging for release with wide watery eyes.

“puppy thinks he deserves to cum?” you tut, squeezing at the base of his cock hard enough to have him trembling with clenched teeth. he nods frantically, jerking the thigh trapped between your legs. the dip in his back rises with a deep arch showing off the muscles deeply etched on his lower abdomen. muscles that would look so pretty painted artfully with a load of cum.

grinding your core on his flexed thigh, you release his neck to pump him with your fingers fisted around his angry cock. listening to the sound of his squeaky broken cries between the long winded deep breaths of air he takes.

“fuck, oh fuck!” Jake whines, head spinning side to side as his brain reorganizes. a pinching heat rises from the end of his spine, buttcheeks clenched together with the rise of his hips chasing after your working palms. he splutters, cursing between coughs and moans, fisting up the pillows surrounding his head. “I’m cum—“

he shoots up with a back cracking arch, each gorgeous vein clearly pumping along his stretched throat more pronounced. socked feet kicking and tugging on the bedding as bursts of hot white arousal shoot up.

your eyelashes flutter, soaking in the sounds and heat surrounding your bodies. more than half of his release fills your palm, dripping down your fingers past your wrist.

Jake hisses as oversensitivity takes over, whining away from your touch with furrowed brows and eyes wrinkled shut.

“is that too much for you puppy?” you mock tenderly, dragging your fingers through the mess of sticky liquid making way down to his emptied balls.

Jake whimpers, slumping back into the pile of pillows behind his head. sighing blissfully as the familiar scent of desire coated sweat fills his senses. the room still coated in the fragrant aroma of fresh cum and body heat.

clicking your tongue, you sit up crawling higher up his thigh, tracing the light lines developing on his throat. he blinks dreamily watching for your next move, plush bitten lips parted open.

“someone has to clean this up.” you nod to the puddle of mess on your hand. holding his gaze as your tongue laps up the fresh cum that’s somehow sweet after the initial bitter taste. just like candy as you expected.

“fuck.” Jake mumbles in disbelief, lifting his neck up to watch his arousal disappear behind your lips.

shimmying up to meet his line of sight, you take a hold of his jaw. the tops of your fingers seep into the hollow beneath his cheeks pushing his mouth to open further. slowly pushing the mixture of your saliva with his cum out between pursed lips.

a guttural moan trails up from the back of Jake’s chest, spiraling free between gagging on the blend of fluids dribbling down his tongue.

pushing his chin up, your lips just barely graze against his. licking up the last bits of spit that cling to the corners. “be a good boy and swallow.”

Jake finds your eyes, flustered and blinking maniacally. he pushes his head back to expose the expanse of his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he empties his mouth. lips popping open to show you how well he cleaned up.

the lewd image he presents you with ignites more heat in your gut than you’ve felt in months. observing the splotches of pink fading from his cheeks and bite marks left behind on his chewed bottom lip, you press down on his thigh with need.

“thank you.” he says softly, tilting his head adorably in a coy manner.

before you can reply your phone pings, ignoring it until it sounds again letting you know it can only be one person. sighing, you roll off to the side to grab your phone from Jake’s desk.

“we keep this up, maybe I’ll be on your phone screen next.” he smirks with his hands behind his head. one brow cocked arrogantly as if he hadn’t just begged worse than a puppy does for a treat.

instead of rolling your eyes, you take time to admire his skin glowing in the aftermath of reaching a heightened arousal. the way his bottom lip juts out just a bit more thanks to you. suppressing noisey helpless moans at your hands.

the photo on your phone screen lights up in your hands returning your attention to the one that occupies your mind the majority of the time. the one who’s always there in the back of your thoughts stopping you from experiences like this.

new text message from Heeseung: still studying?

“hey,” Jake pats the space by his side. “we still have an hour, come here.”

“one second.” you nod, swiping your phone open. ignoring the pang of guilt tickling your rapid heartbeat.

you: still studying.

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series’s masterlist, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], DADDY KINK YALL THIS SERIES IS LITERALLY CALLED MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY, unprotected sex, use of sex toys, bulge kink, breeding kink, hickeys, cockwarming for .5 seconds, love making, getting each other off, dirty talk, usage of the nicknames princess, baby, and slut, fluff???, angst] lmk if i missed anything

*sorry if there are any grammar errors

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read chapter 2 here

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chapter 3: the price to pay?

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love foolish (m) - s. jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader (she/her)

PART OF THE ENHA CAMBOY AU SERIES

genre: camboy!jake, camgirl!reader, fake dating, pining, smut, fluff, angst

warnings: smut [oral (f receiving), fingering, slight degradation, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex], mentions of heartbreak & past relationships, jake gets insecure in a scene, lots of dialogue

word count: 13k

summary: being strictly business partners with none other than the popular camboy jake sim himself brought you bags of money and mind blowing sex. having no relationship outside his bedroom and in front of his camera, you panicked when your mother asked if you were bringing your boyfriend to your brother’s wedding. with panic, jake’s name left your lips and now you had a fake boyfriend who you didn’t know was head over heels for you already.

Jake Sim was a familiar name not only to people who studied the same major as him but also the people around the whole campus. It was not surprising to see people talk about him, saying that he was somebody who could easily pass as the lead character in a webtoon. He was the epitome of the campus ‘it’ boy. Jake studied music, the thing he was most passionate about. If you were looking for the certain boy during lunchtime, you could find him sitting by the bleachers, strumming his guitar and humming to songs. If that wasn’t the case, he would be in the recording studio, working on some songs.

On the other hand, Jake was known as a mood lifter. He had the brightest smile and the funniest jokes. He could easily change the mood when he had a smile on his face. Everyone wanted to get to know him and become his friend, and if they were lucky enough, maybe become his lover too. Not only that, but you were sure that more than the ninety percent of the university’s population wanted to fuck Jake Sim. Too bad that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon since you were the only person he planned on fucking.

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Kitty Cat

Stray Kids Minho x Jisung

Minors DNI, 18+ content

Dom Minho x Sub Jisung

Smut content warnings: pet play (Jisung acts like a cat and dresses like one), use of “kitten” and “master”, orgasm denial, vibrator play, oral, anal sex, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) scratching, praise kink, breeding (a bit), degradation, fingering. Lemme know if I missed any!

Author’s notes: this thing just pure smut, porn without plot, all that jazz. Entering straight into it with the suggestion that things had already started. As before, like comment repost if you liked! This was written quite rushed so I’m hoping to make better and more detailed posts similar to this in future! I haven’t written member x member before so feedback would be so valued!! <3

IMPORTANT: I do not condone shipping, I am not shipping the members or intending to represent them. I do not represent them or claim to know them. They are just being used as characters.

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Minho smirked at Jisung, who was sprawled on the floor on all fours, ass in the air and cat ears slightly askew. Minho was sat on the edge of the bed, nothing but his boxers on. Jisung, on the other hand, was totally naked spare the cat tail plug and the aforementioned ears. He was glistening with sweat, staring up at Minho with a look of need and intimidation.

“So pretty, kitty,” Minho sighs down at him. “Come up here and let me play with you some more.”

Jisung whines but obeys, legs shaky from the overstimulation he already was experiencing. He knew that Minho was only just getting started. Jisung straddled Minho’s lap and immediately felt Minho’s hands tracing his stomach and thighs, specifically where the cum stains from earlier had started to dry. Upon contact with his uppermost inner thigh, Jisung let out a shuddering breath. Minho then reaches back on the bed to reveal a small, oval vibrator. Jisung mewls.

“That’s it, kitten. You want this, right? Want master to play a bit more?”

Jisung nods fervently.

“What was that? Can’t hear you, pretty,” Minho says lowly, caressing Jisung’s cheek with his free hand.

“Want.. want master to play with me. Make me messy again..” Jisung’s voice is cracking with desperation and exhaustion. He nuzzles into Minho’s collarbones, mewling, pawing at him. He sits further down on Minho so his tail grazes his thigh. Jisung feels Minho stiffen slightly.

“What a good boy,” Minho praises, petting Jisung’s long, floppy hair. He presses up into Minho’s hand, closing his eyes.

The vibrator starts. Minho softly runs it down Jisung’s hard, leaking cock. Despite it being on the lowest setting, Jisung lets out a strangled moan and grips Minho’s shoulders tightly. He feels his ass clench harder on the plug, adding even more to Jisung’s overwhelming pleasure. Minho runs it up and down, resting for a few moments on the tip. He then runs it down to his balls and turns it up, rubbing it back and forth.

“Ah! Ah! Min… Master! Master! Too much!”

Minho chuckles. He runs it up his cock again, watching the precum leak from Jisung’s tip.

“Colour for me, kitten?”

“Green, green,” Jisung moans out, eyes scrunched in pleasure.

Minho returns the vibrator down to Jisung’s balls and watches as he writhes in his lap. Minho runs his hands over Jisung’s back, scratching him as he whines out even louder.

“Gonna.. gonna cum, master. Can I? Please?” Jisung’s voice is dripping in need; he sounded hoarse and totally cum-drunk.

“No,” Minho said shortly. He turned off the vibrator. Jisung sobs, gripping on to Minho as he begs and begs for relief.

“Such an ungrateful, pathetic, little kitten. I give you all this attention and you don’t even think to thank your master?”

Jisung’s head hangs low. “Sorry, master. I’m so sorry. Can I do anything for you?”

“Get on your knees. On the floor. Now.”

Jisung scrambles to the floor and positions himself between Minho’s legs, once again gazing up at him. Instinctively, Jisung reaches for Minho’s boxers and pulls them. Minho sits up for a second to help the process along. Soon enough, Minho’s cock is out on full display. It was rock hard, glistening and clearly in need of attention.

Jisung reaches for it, eyes wide and clouded with lust. He grips it tight and starts to pump it, but almost immediately Minho grabs his wrist and pulls it off.

“Mouth,” Minho orders. Jisung gladly opens his mouth wide, holding the base of Minho’s cock and begins licking up and down, focusing especially on the tip before drawing him in entirely. Minho shudders with relief, grateful to finally have attention on his aching cock. Jisung sucks with fervour, running his tongue along his veins and doing his best to ignore his fighting gag reflex.

Minho pats Jisung’s head again, between the cat ears he loves so dearly. Jisung moans softly on to his cock, causing Minho to whine especially loudly.

“You’re so good for me, kitten. Doing such a good job.”

Jisung’s heart warms at the praise, but so does his cock. The head pats and praise, whilst gentle, makes Jisung burn with even more need and desire to please.

His sucks get even harder as Minho’s moans increase. His cock is twitching in Jisung’s mouth, but before Minho can cum, he’s pulling out.

“I’m fucking my cum into you tonight, kitty,” he says simply, however breathless and needy he seemed. His hair was sticking to his forehead slightly.

Jisung doesn’t need telling twice. He gets up and positions himself on the bed, on all fours, as Minho stands up. Jisung wiggles his ass in front of Minho, causing his tail to wag. He starts pawing the bed, nuzzling around exactly like a cat. He meows and mewls in a way that’s dripping with lust, and Minho’s eyes are wide as his cock pounds even harder.

“Please, master, breed me. I’m so desperate for your cum inside me, make me take all of it. I need it,” Jisung whines, again pawing the bed sheets. Minho’s cock twitches and he moans deeply at such a sight.

Minho bends over slightly to take Jisung’s hips in his hands. Whilst stroking his hips to soothe, he places his hand on the plug.

“Gotta take out this pretty little tail first, okay?”

“Okay, master.”

Gently, Minho pulls out the plug. Jisung whines, enjoying the feeling with the knowledge of what’s to come.

“Good boy,” Minho says, rubbing on his sides again. Jisung feels the weight on the bed shift as Minho reaches to pull out some lube from the beside drawer. He lubes up his fingers and Jisung’s hole, slowly beginning to warm him up and stretch him out. It didn’t prove too difficult with him already stretched from the plug. Finally, Minho lubes up his cock.

“Ready, kitty?” He asks, holding on tight to Jisung’s hips.

He hums loudly. “Please.”

With that, Minho plunges in. Jisung exclaims at the much bigger stretch, feeling his hole flutter around Minho’s girth in an attempt to adjust. He’s being so stretched out, all the right spots being hit. Minho moans out at the feeling of Jisung’s tight walls around his cock, squeezing him perfectly, rubbing up against all the ridges. He slides in and out mercilessly, pounding desperately into Jisung. He was drunk on the feeling of, at last, after hours of torturing Jisung, getting his cock buried deep inside him.

For the two of them, they had needed to cum for so long that they knew it wouldn’t be long until it was time. Jisung was moaning out every time Minho fully bottomed-out and grazed his prostate. Minho whines especially loud whenever Jisung squeezes around him, making it even tighter.

“Such a desperate little slut, aren’t we?” Minho pants out, still thrusting non-stop.

“Just want… master to fill me up,” Jisung stutters out in between cries of pleasure.

Minho reaches around and takes Jisung’s twitching dick in his hand. Jisung practically screams at the overstimulation.

“You’re gonna cum with me, right, kitten?” Minho says, not asking but demanding.

“Yes, master. Whenever you say.”

Minho pumps Jisung’s cock in impressive time with his thrusts, panting and moaning without ever an end.

“Pleeeeeaaaaaaase,” Jisung sobs. “I can’t. Master, I need to cum.”

“I’m almost there, kitty. Be patient.”

Jisung moans even more and flops into the bedsheets. Minho feels his cock twitch again, this time accompanied by the feeling of his approaching high.

“Cum for me, kitten.”

With that, Minho groans helplessly as his cum spurts into Jisung. A hard, almost painfully overwhelming, orgasm sweeps over him as he stutters into Jisung. Jisung, upon finally being able to release, cums all over Minho’s hand and the bedsheets. He whines all the way through it, his final and most intense orgasm of the night making him see white and all hopes at control being lost. He whines until his throat hurts and turns to panting, the two of them searching for air.

Minho releases Jisung’s cock and slowly pulls out, watching his cum seep out. He grunts, taking a mental picture for next time he was alone without Jisung to help. Minho rolls on to his back and Jisung crawls over to rest on his chest. He steadies his breathing as he hears Minho’s heart beating fast. They lie there for a while in a comfortable, satisfied silence.

“We really need to change the bedsheets,” Jisung pipes up.

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hiii :) i just wanted to lyk that my heart belongs to daddy is a series and that chapter 2 comes out tomorrow or thursday!

Wonderful!! I’m so so excited!! <3

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Is there more of this? I loved this so much!! <333

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[check here for this series’s general warnings and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, spanking, reader loses her virginity, oral, fingering, mentions of blood because of it being the reader’s first time, swearing, alcohol, rich people slander LOL, mentions of pervy rich people, jake being a fucking tease]

*feel free to lmk if i missed anything

*note: reader wears glasses

*also sorry if there are any errors regarding grammar oops

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Manners || Seo Changbin (+18)

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

⚠️warnings: dom!changbin, brattysub!reader, swearing, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation (use of the word slut), bit of praise, manhandling ahaha-

word count: 3.9K

🎧: tied to your body - monsta x

a/n: my first smut on tumblr! i finished writing it yesterday, and i’m really happy with it. enjoy!🥀

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*chokes*

i was invited to participate in !s week (a sub!skz writing event) so of course, i had to write about changbin in lingerie. it was such an honour to be asked and i am enjoying everyone else's works so much so please check them all out; i'll be reblogging my favourites over the next few days.

all dressed up

wc: 2.0k

cw: sub!changbin x feminine soft dom!reader, changbin in lingerie, handjob, mirror sex, praise kink, some body worship, pet names for changbin (binnie, pretty boy, baby, good boy, slut, whore and toy once), the little bit of feminisation, the tiniest tiniest dash of dacryphilia.

changbin held the lace between his fingers, feeling the texture, the highs and lows of the pattern. it was yours and you had looked beautiful in it when you had last worn it for him, but even then all he could think about was what he would look like in it. how the lace would cup his chest, the straps would look around his muscles. he was just meant to be putting away the washing before you got home, but instead, he was here picturing the way his nipples would make the fabric on his chest tent slightly, making the pattern of the lace distort.

he couldn't even dare think about the underwear, the way his tip, even soft, would poke out of the waistband. the way his precum would wet the lace similar to the way you do when you're begging him to touch you. the way it'd threaten to fall out at any moment. fuck, even the way his ass would look, open fully, the back sitting between his cheeks just covering his hole. no, he daren't even think about it.

and he really shouldn't think about maybe putting it on, quickly, just for a second, before you got home. but before he could stop that train of thought he had closed the bedroom door and was currently struggling to do the hook and eye of the bra up behind his back - noticing how much easier it is to undo it than do it up. eventually, he got the hang of it and was fixing the shoulder straps to sit in the right places. he knew he was stretching it out, and how upset you'd be about it but he couldn't focus on that as he was switching his boxers for the thong.

even just the feeling of the fabric against his skin was driving him crazy, the slight itch it provided, in this delicious luxurious way. he didn't even need to look at himself before feeling the way his cock was beginning to harden. the elastic of both the bra and underwear slightly too tight against his skin, the tiny murmur of pain making his head spin. even the way the lace was teasing at his now-hard nipples, his chest filling out the cups far more than he had originally anticipated.

'binnie? i'm home!'

he heard your voice call from the hallway, far too close to the bedroom, and he panicked. what would you think if you saw him like this? you'd be so mad he was ruining one of your sets, your new one as well. and you'd think he was a freak and leave him and...

'wow.'.

that voice was coming from inside the room. shit.

'turn to face me, binnie, please'.

and, despite how soft your voice was, he wasn't going to. he was going to grab whatever jumper was nearest, slip it on and run away. or possibly jump out the window. or hope that spontaneous combustion was an option. but before any of those things could happen he was facing you, well, mostly; his eyes firmly set on your feet.

'fuck you look so pretty binnie, so pretty' you almost whisper in reverence, genuinely shocked by how perfect he looked, in awe of the way the muscular figure before you looked all wrapped up in black floral lace and satin elastic. a present, he looked like a present, just for you. stepping forward you reached out to cup his head, forcing him to look up at you before speaking;

'perfect, binnie, you look perfect, like a present wrapped up just for me'

'i... i didn't think you'd be home yet' he whispers in the quietest voice, trying again to avoid eye contact.

'well i'm glad you didn't, because it means i get to see this, i mean fuck, binnie, perfect. you look so perfect'

'you don't have to say that, i know it looks weird'

'binnie, have you not seen yourself?' you weren't ready for him to shake his head so you were taken aback a little when he did - but knew you had to take this opportunity to keep the conversation going. so you took him by the hand and led him towards the full-length mirror leaning against the bedroom wall. despite standing in front of it, changbin wasn't looking at it, his eyes stuck staring at the floor. you knew you had to take charge of the situation.

'be good and look at yourself binnie, for me?' you ask, taking his head in your hands, lifting it to face the mirror; all your movements slow and gentle, as not to startle him.

when changbin opened his eyes he gasped. he looked filthy and beautiful and taboo and exactly how he pictured, maybe even better.

'what do you see binnie?'

no answer.

'do you want to know what i see?'

you felt his head nod, just slightly, in your hand.

'i see my incredible boyfriend all dressed up for me'

sliding your hands down his chest, feeling the lace over his muscles, taking your time to experience the textures, to hear the way his breathing stuttered.

'my beautiful binnie all perfect for me, so ready to be played with.'

'oh...'

'would you like that, baby? would you like me to reward you for getting all pretty for me?'

he nodded, looking at your hands, nails spread as your palm cupped the weight of his chest. squeezing the muscle he whined, a noise you'd never heard from him before.

'my binnie so sensitive all of a sudden, yeah?'

'i...' he began, somehow flushing an even deeper red than before. he turned away from the mirror slightly, trying to bury his head in the crook of your neck. you tutted, lifting a hand to pull at his hair, using it to force him back to the mirror. the pain from the tug was delicious, sending shocks down his spine making him even harder. his pre-cum beginning to paint the elastic at the top of the thong.

'i said look at yourself, binnie, don't be bad now' you said, stern, no smile on your face as you watched him shrink under your gaze.

'good, i'll b-be good' he said, watching your smile return, eyes softening.

'sit down then, baby, in front of the mirror for me'. and he did, obeying instantly, placing himself on the carpet, his hands pulling at the pile as he resisted the urge to fold into himself. you watched him, making clear how much you enjoyed the sight.

'...beautiful... fuck...' you whispered as you sit behind him, his weight immediately resting on yours as he tried, again, to focus on you and not himself. this attempt stopped quickly as you pinched one of his nipples through the fabric. his soft moan and closing eyes making you laugh slightly, never had you found him to be so responsive.

'let's play a game baby, yeah? i'm gonna play with my beautiful boyfriend, make you feel all good, but if you look away i'll stop'. making eye contact in the mirror, you lean into his ear to whisper the next bit - noting the shiver it sent through his body.

'and i really don't want to stop beautiful, so please behave'

'...b-behave' he repeated, eyes glazed over slightly, watching your hands slowly move their way down, past the bralette, towards his cock; now rock hard and red and angry from neglect, just barely contained in the fabric which was now shiny, wet with precum.

'one more rule, beautiful, i need you to compliment yourself as i touch you, and if you stop, i stop'

'y/n... p-please...'

'i just want you to realise how beautiful you are binnie, now be good and play along'

'b-but...'

'does my binnie need some help? a suggestion of what to say?'

a single, very small nod.

'you're so pretty, baby'

you say, your fingertips lazily dancing over his lower stomach, drifting closer and closer to where he needed them, waiting patiently.

'b-binnie's pretty' he whispers, voice so quiet you're not even sure you heard it but you couldn't bear to wait any longer, desperate to touch him. so you take his cock out, sliding it out of the side of the lace that was barely holding in place, using the obscene amount of precum to smooth the slow pumping as he threw his head back onto your shoulder, immediately overwhelmed by the sensation.

you stop. hand freezing as he whines, confused for a moment until he realises his eyes are closed and he had broken one of the rules you had put in place. so taking a deep breath he lifts his head back up and makes eye contact with himself again, shuddering at the image in front of him.

'good boy' you praise, leaning down to kiss the tensed shoulder near you, rewarding him for playing along as you begin to move your hand again, the weight of his cock in your hand almost dizzying - changbin never lacking in that department, even now as he looked so small.

'so pretty binnie, beautiful' you add, prompting him to start again obeying the second rule you set. he swallowed thickly, embarrassed about the words you wanted him to say but you were making him feel far too good for it to stop him.

'b-binnie looks s-so g-good in l-lace' he stuttered, a little louder than last time as he took the image of himself in.

'so good in lace! dressed up like a perfect little toy for me' you praise, unsure if it was your words or your hand, steady in its pace, causing the moan that came from your boyfriend.

's-slut, l-like a slut' he whined, feeling the way his cock twitched at the word, even coming from him.

'oh? my binnie likes being a slut? a dressed up whore?' you tease, pace now increasing, a reward for his confession.

'p-pretty slut f-for you' he added, trying too hard to keep his eyes on himself, and not shutting them from the feeling of your hand around his cock, the other now finding its way to grab at his chest, nails digging and scratching to add marks to his outfit.

'all for me, my pretty baby' you praise, taking in how wrecked he looked in the mirror. body tensed, flushed and red, face wet with tears, eyes lidded but clearly focused on himself. lace covering delicious part of him, his nipples clear and hard underneath, hidden just enough to tease. the elastic on the thong cutting into his hips, providing these new places you wanted to worship and mark.

so focused on the pornographic image in front of me you hadn't noticed the manta your boyfriend had picked up, repeating over and over how much of a pretty slut he was as you watched him get closer and closer to the edge. his chant slowly turning to whines as he closed his eyes, begging to cum.

'c-cum p-please, please!'

'eyes open binnie, watch yourself be a perfect little slut'

and he did, he watched himself cum, white liquid appearing not only on your hand but over the pushed aside lace of the thong, some even making its way up to his chest as he fell back into you; tiny droplets on the bralette, a new pearl-like addition.

'such a good boy, binnie, so perfect for me'

'...yeah?' he whispered, turning to you, looking for reassurance as he sat there sticky and dirty.

'yeah, absolutely perfect'

'i-it's not weird?'

'no, it's not weird, i promise.'

'lets get cleaned up and we can order some sets just for you, i need to see you in red.'.

'need to see how good my perfect little slut looks in a set that fits you perfectly.'.

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SORRY, I LOVE YOU (18+!)

SYNOPSIS:You've been best friends your whole life and secretly in love with each other, but is there even a chance for a happy end when both of you are too scared to confess your feelings and the right time just never seems to be there?

GENRE: angst, smut, fluff

WORD COUNT: 8.4k

CONTENT INFO: nonidol!au, jisung x afab reader, childhoodfriends2lovers, friends2lovers, inspired by the book/movie Love Rosie (I really recommend this one!), huge time skips throughout the story, original characters, very angsty but happy end

WARNING: consumption of alcohol, smoking cigarettes, kissing under the influence of alcohol (they are not drunk), mention of social anxiety, toxic relationships and jealousy

SMUT WARNING: dom!jisung, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), name calling (princess, good girl), praise, possessive behaviour (in a sexual way), hair pulling, choking

TAGLIST: @heelover5 @chimmycupcake

AUTHOR’S NOTE: English isn’t my first language and this is also not proof read

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

As your head is spinning like crazy, you finally come to the conclusion the last shot of liquor was unnecessary. Especially when you see your blurred reflection in the dirty mirror of the bathroom, you have to gather all your strength to pretend you’re not completely buzzed, since doing something embarrassing on your last prom of high school would be the last thing you want.

It’s not only the last one of such events, no, you graduated today. Everything will be different from now on, you had to fight with tears when you said goodbye to your long time friends. Spotting the person, you’re sure won’t even leave you after high school, you sit down next to your best friend at the bar. He immediately senses you’ve had a drink too much, helping you stabilize your posture by holding your shoulders with his hands. “Y/N, are you okay? We can go outside, breathe some fresh air”, he suggests. “Nah, I’m totally fine, Jisung-“, you hiccup during words, which doesn’t contribute to your credibility of pretending to be sober.

Now grabbing you by your upper arm, a bit harsh, you would’ve complained if you weren’t that drunk, Jisung guides you away from the bar and out the building, both of you standing in front of the venue. He gets off of his suit jacket, guardedly placing it on your shoulders and tells you to sit down on one of the benches. “Wait here, don’t leave, I’ll be right back”, Jisung informs you.

A minute later he comes back, bottle of water in his hands, as he takes a seat right beside you and hands you the drink. Removing the lid, you let gulp after gulp run down your throat, almost choking from chugging down the liquid way too fast, when Jisung stops you. “Slow down”. You simply nod, giving him a dazed look still from the amount of alcohol in your system, but you feel the level sink down thanks to the water and fresh air outside.

Sliding one of his hands in his trousers’ pockets, Jisung pulls out a box of cigarettes, placing one between his index and middle finger to guide it between his lips. As he lights it and the tip changes its colour to orange, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. A few seconds later, he stops holding his breath, opens his eyes again and lets the smoke escape his lungs and then his mouth.

Your hypnotised look, your lips slightly apart, doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, when he asks: “You alright?” Clearing your throat and shuffling in your seat, you answer: “Can I have one, too?” Taking another deep breath until the nicotine fills his lungs, before the smoke leaves his body again, he is now looking up in hopes to avoid your gaze. “No, you can’t”, he answers, making you pout, as you grab him by his other arm and pull him near you. “Please- why not?” Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he slightly taps the cigarette a few times, so the ashes fall onto the asphalt street in front of you. “Because you’re drunk, this won’t help you become sober again.”

You turn around now, totally disappointed, since you don’t understand why he doesn’t let you. In your opinion, he’s behaving like a child, but pretends you're the one who needs to be parented. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you let out an annoyed scoff before you continue to speak: “Who said it was my plan to become sober again?”

Dropping the cigarette on the floor, as he steps on it with his foot to turn it off, Jisung says: “Well, it’s the last time we’ll be together with everyone. At least I want to still have the memories of tonight, when I wake up tomorrow.” He grabs the bottle of water that you’d placed between the both of you and takes the last sip. “Maybe I don’t”, you begin, shrugging your shoulders in the process, “I think it’s better not to remember the night.” Jisung is noticeably surprised about your statement, but a bit shy and unsure about asking for further explanation, but then he convinces himself: “Why is that?”

You take a deep breath and let your elbows fall down on your thighs, as the palms of your hands catch your face, an attempt not to look at your best friend. You slowly feel your mind coming back to senses too, your head stopped spinning a while ago. “Because it’s the last time we see each other”, you confess. Jisung just lets out a short scoff in response, as he shakes his head. “Stop talking bullshit, Y/N, I will never leave your annoying ass”, he says and makes you laugh a bit, as you get up from your uncomfortable position to look him in the eyes. “But what if we don’t get into university together? It’s always been your dream to study far away, what if I don’t make it?”

The thought of it makes Jisung’s heart almost shatter into pieces, since he doesn’t want to waste a single thought about this possible outcome. Shaking his head, he turns around towards you as well, as he softly grabs your hand. “First of all, I don’t think this will happen, you’re like the smartest person I know- and even if the unlikely possibility occurs, we won’t stop being best friends.”

Seeing a small tear slowly running down your cheek, Jisung wipes it away with his thumb, as you both smile at each other. “We’ve been friends since we’ve been on this earth, princess, it’s too late for you to get rid of me”, he jokingly says but with a serious intention. Calling you princess was totally normal for your best friend, he’s been doing it since you were toddlers, but some time ago the mention of the nickname has made you feel different ever since, like butterflies dancing around in your stomach.

His thumb is still caressing your cheek, his soft skin on yours makes your head go dizzy again, but this time clearly not from alcohol. Your eyes start to switch between his own and his mouth, the idea of placing your lips on his now sounds like the only thing you’ve ever wanted. You can’t blame it on the alcohol though - the idea of kissing him has appeared on your mind from time to time and since you’re only tipsy at this moment anymore, the drinks you had earlier aren’t an excuse for what you do next.

Leaning towards him, your eyes land on his lips one last time, before you place your own on them. Visibly caught off guard, Jisung abruptly falls back, his eyes still open. As you open yours too, you immediately realise what you’ve just done. The anxiety rises in your body, afraid you destroyed your lifetime of a friendship only for a rushed moment of impulsiveness. Your mouth falls open, a shocked look on your face, while you try to figure out what Jisung thinks, as he’s contemplating what to do next.

His eyes now flicker to your lips as well, just right before he grabs your face with both his hands and kisses you back. The movements aren’t soft at all, it’s mostly tongue and teeth, as you both struggle to breathe. Your best friend tastes like cigarettes and you’re pretty sure the taste of alcohol is still on your tongue. One of his hands wanders down around your waist, as his lips travel down your cheeks, brushing your jaw and landing on your neck. He thinks about marking you for a second, just wanting to make you his, but holds back.

Your sinful actions are abruptly interrupted, when a car approaches the building, driving through a puddle filled with rain water, making you wet in the process. The steamy kissing instantly ends, as you realise the person in the vehicle caused your dress to get wet and dirty, but the car is already gone.

“Fuck-“ you cry out, when you notice the silk is completely ruined. “I’ve borrowed this from my cousin, what do I do now?” Becoming hysterical, already imagining how your family member will scream at you, since the piece of clothing was everything but cheap, you get up from your seat. “It’s best if I go home and immediately try to clean the dirt off the dress or otherwise my cousin will kill me”, you tell Jisung. Your best friend stands up now, softly stroking your shoulders, before he walks down the street and finds a taxi for the both of you.

You completely forgot how loud sunbeams could be, when you wake up with the worst hangover possible. Internally crying out and cursing yourself for drinking too much, you grab the bottle of water next to your bed, now glad you placed it there before going to the party. Hearing a knock on the door, you tell the person ‘come in’ and your mother enters the room. “Good morning, I’m bringing you breakfast”, she says, putting a tray with bread and fruits on your bedside table, “also Jisung is here, is it okay, if I let him go upstairs to your room?” You simply nod, still not full awake, only concentrating on the pulsating feeling inside your head, before your mum leaves the room and tells Jisung to come in.

“Hey, how are you?” Your best friend asks you, while he approaches your bed and sits down at the end of it. Crying out again, you close your eyes and answer: “Just awful. Why am I so stupid?” Your best friend laughs about your remark, slowly stroking your leg through the fabric of the bed sheets. Jisung is nervous, he thinks he’s never been that nervous before, since he’s not sure how things with you will continue after the kiss last night.

“You want to know the worst part?” You ask him, to which he hesitantly nods. “I don’t remember anything after sitting down next to you at the bar- I do know I went to the bathroom before, trying to calm down, but everything after that- I have no idea”, you confess, ashamed you’ve crossed your own boundaries.

Jisung gulps, internally sad about the fact you don’t remember kissing him, since he hasn’t been able to think about anything else since last night. He has spent the last twelve hours worrying about how to handle the situation, particularly with the new chapter of life soon beginning - but he doesn’t want to get in your way, he believes you're both still so young and what if the kiss was meaningless to you anyway?

He knows he’s a coward, he’s always been when it comes to you. The boy has been hopelessly in love with you since forever, not even sure when his feelings started developing. You’re not only the girl of his dreams, but his best friend too, his soulmate, the person he trusts the most in this world. That’s why he decides not to talk about the situation at the party again, way too afraid to ruin what you both have.

It’s been some weeks now, since Jisung had received a letter with an acceptance for the university of his dreams. Even though you both applied at the same time - for different subjects - you still have no answer, if you got in, too. So you’re sitting here again, another day of logging into your email account, your palms sweaty and whole body shaking, when a message is sent to your device, which you immediately open.

Dear Ms Y/L/N,

Unfortunately, we have to inform you, your application has been declined. Many students apply to our courses, this year the demand was higher than expected.

We are very sorry and wish you good luck on your journey!

You don’t even read the rest of the letter, when you shut your laptop, get up from your chair and fall down onto your bed, burying your face into the pillows, as you let the tears out.

In retrospect, it’s funny to see that receiving the rejection from your dream university meant the end of the world for you. Now you're here, not only three years older but also so much wiser, glad you accepted the offer to study near your hometown instead, still choosing the same subject. You’ve learnt so much since then, found your niche in creating extravagant accessories, since majoring in business and choosing fashion as your minor helped you with that.

You have everything - already a bachelor's degree, currently applying for a master, a circle of friends you can trust on, a cozy apartment, which you completely pay for yourself, using your income from your online accessories shop and the best part: your longtime boyfriend you met during the first year of university.

But the week couldn’t get any better, when your childhood best friend announced to visit you. Jisung and you haven’t seen each other that often during the last three years, even though you still tried to make time for each other. You’re afraid you’ve grown apart, but this weekend would hopefully prove you different.

Picking him up at the airport, the place as busy as usual, you see him approaching you, a suitcase in one hand and an iced americano in the other. He places the bag beside him and pulls you into a hug, as he whispers: “I missed you so much”. You squeeze him tighter, seizing your arms behind his back, as your cheek meets his chest. “I missed you, too”.

Hearing a cough behind you, you realise your boyfriend has finally arrived too, making you pull away from your best friend. “Oh, sorry, my bad. Jisung, this is my boyfriend Minho. Minho, this is my childhood best friend Jisung.” Both men greet each other, as they shake hands, Jisung visibly shy, almost intimidated by the sharp look on the other’s face. “We should get going, parking here is hella expensive”, Minho informs.

The weekend flies by way too fast, since Jisung and you have so much to talk about. Even though you’ve been apart for so long, it feels like you’ve just seen each other yesterday.

On the last evening, Jisung arrives at your place, when Minho and your best friend from university, Yeji, are already there, preparing some drinks and ordering food in advance. You all gather around the small couch table, sitting on the floor, enjoying the company. Yeji and Jisung get along right away, talking about music and other shared interests, but the only person not quite convinced yet is your boyfriend. You notice him observing your childhood friend almost constantly, watching every physical step he makes towards you. When you look at Minho and give him a confused look, he just shakes the accusations off, but you tell him to meet you in the kitchen.

“What is going on?” You ask him, as you prepare some more drinks to take with you. “Are you really that blind?” He replies, his tone strict and the look on his face outraged. “I really don’t know what you mean- I just know, you’ve been avoiding Jisung the whole night, even though he has social anxiety, he still tries his best to talk to you, but you just ignore him.” Getting a scoff from him as an answer, your boyfriend approaches you, cageing you between him and the kitchen counter.

“It’s so damn obvious- this guy has been doing nothing the whole night except taking your clothes off with his eyes, it’s disgusting”. You sneer now too, crossing your arms in front of your chest, as you try to avoid your boyfriend’s piercing gaze. Minho places your chin between his index finger and thumb, turning your head in the process to look at him. “I’m glad he’s going back tomorrow, otherwise I would really have a problem if he’s near you.”

Looking at your boyfriend with big eyes, not sure about what to answer, since it does make sense what he says about Jisung - at least the part, that he might find you attractive or something - now that you think about it, you decide to approach Minho carefully: “Even if you may be right about that, I don’t return his feelings.” With that, you can soothe your boyfriend’s worries, at least for tonight.

Some months pass by, but you still can’t get the thought out your head, that on one side, Minho is treating you wrong for implying you’re not loyal - since then the jealous remarks, not only regarding Jisung but other men at university or at your job haven’t stopped, only got worse - but on the other side, he could be right about Jisung’s feelings towards you.

Another thing is, even though the weekend some time ago let you feel at home and relive the good old times with your best friend, after that, you both haven’t talked that much, only occasionally about unimportant topics. He’s still busy with his master too and so are you, so you blame it on that and not the fact you still can’t get the idea out of your head, your best friend might be in love with you.

One night you come back home to your apartment, clearly exhausted from a long day of university and the following four hours of work after that, immediately falling down onto your couch in the living room. Deciding a self care evening is exactly what you need and deserve, you pull out your phone and order at your favourite sushi place. Reaching under the couch table, you grab the box of candles, which is full of dust, since it’s been some time you needed something out there.

Placing some different candles on the table, all of them different colours and shapes - each of them a handmade gift from Yeji, since she found her niche as well - you search for a lighter, but can’t find one. The rummaging in the box makes you immediately think of Jisung again, since he, as someone who smokes, always carries lighters around with him.

But you’re sure, there has to be at least one somewhere. Still searching for it, your hand brushes an unfamiliar piece of paper, which is folded many times. Curious what this might be, since you’re sure it’s nothing you wrote, you open it.

Dear Y/N,

The Coward award of the century goes to none other than me, Han Jisung, for not even being able to tell you in person what you will read next.

I know, it’s the most awful timing and I’m an even more awful person for getting in your way of happiness, but I would regret it, if I don’t tell you.

I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers, I never had the guts to tell you. Please do with that information, what you want, I don’t expect anything from you, I just want you to know. You’re happy with Minho and I’m not in the position to destroy what you both have.

I’m sorry, I love you, but I had to get this off my chest to finally get over you.

Yours,

Jisung

It all made sense now - the reason he’s been avoiding you since last summer was this letter. Your head immediately becomes dizzy, too overwhelmed with the new information and the occurring emotions inside your body. Everything comes clear now, it’s not like you haven’t considered it, the question, if your best friend likes you more than he’s supposed to, has appeared on your mind more than you would have liked.

Feeling your chest tightening, your lungs denying enough air to get inside, you place the letter down on the couch table and disappear in the bathroom. The first thing you do is splashing ice cold water on your face in hope to switch back to reality. Grabbing your phone from your pants‘ pocket, you dial Yeji’s number, since she’s the only person you want to talk to right now. Your best friend has always been good at giving you honest, but comforting advice.

Your initial idea is interrupted, when you hear the lock of your apartment’s door turn around, due to your tensed condition jumping in shock, but then realising this could only be Minho, since he has a spare key for your place. “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be right there”, you tell him out of reflex, as you still take your time to calm down and dry your face with a towel. Checking if your hair sits right and deleting the digits of Yeji’s phone number on your screen, you take one last deep breath before you leave the bathroom.

In front of you stands Minho, filled with anger, staring right at you with his piercing gaze, when you spot a piece of paper between his fingers. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” He basically screams, stomping towards you. The shock is still on your face, overwhelmed by what to answer, since this can only be taken the wrong way, even though it’s a letter from your best friend addressed to you and not the other way around.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks, his tone still way too loud for your sensitive ears, as he’s now so near, his breath touches the skin on your face. You gather your thoughts, trying to explain what happened: “I just found this some minutes ago in one of the boxes under the couch table, he must have left it there when he visited us months ago.”

Minho scoffs, as he turns his head around in disbelief, even though you’re completely honest with him. “Don’t lie to me”, he says. “I’m not- I swear!” You answer, your voice increasing its volume now, too. “So you’re flirting with him behind my back? Is that what it is? I bet you both even fucked, when he was here- admit it!” He shouts at you.

“No! I swear, we don’t have anything going on- I’m as confused about the letter as you are- and for your interest, I don’t plan on acting on anything he said there, you know, I’m with you, I only love you, Minho-“ you ramble, as Minho turns around on his heels, grabbing a lighter from the box - easily finding it compared to you - and walking back to the kitchen area, holding both the letter and lighter over the metal sink, as he pushes down the small button and lets the flame connect with the paper.

Everything happens so fast, the material immediately catches fire and only when it’s almost turned into ashes, he drops it into the sink, turning on the faucet to avoid an actual accident. Minho hesitantly turns around to look at you, his face still strict and full of anger, when he says: “I trusted you, you know? But you’re nothing but an unfaithful slut.” The insult goes right through your chest, the pain of his harsh words and the false assumption hurting you deeply.

But you know you’re better than that. He doesn’t deserve to treat you like that, that’s why you respond: “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day, you don’t have to trust me anymore, since I don’t want to see you again.” The tone in your voice is calm the opposite to your emotions inside, but Minho is not satisfied. “You’re the one breaking up with me? When you destroyed this?”

You scoff at his false accusations, your tongue meeting your upper teeth, a motion you always do, when someone says something incredibly arrogant. “Minho, you’re the only one who destroyed this. Your jealousy is what drove us apart and I want you to give me back my key and leave the apartment now.”

Finally understanding nothing he could say would convince you anymore, he does as he is told and walks through the front door. As an impulsive reflex, you walk to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the upper cabinets and a bottle of white wine from the counter under the sink. Pouring the liquid into the glass, way more than you’re supposed to, you chug down everything at once, only gasping for air when you’re finished.

Eating the rest of your sushi delivery, you sit down on the couch table again, kicking the box of candles off the table with your feet, immediately sorry about it, since they’re a gift. But you can’t concentrate on anything now, your mind is only filled with anger. Deciding to distract yourself with useless scrolling through social media, you open the Instagram app on your phone, but the first picture on your feed makes you hold your breath again.

His hands are around an unfamiliar woman’s waist, pulling her near her, both smiling right at the camera, the background being a beach at a lake. When you swipe right to see the second picture added to this post, your heart drops to your knees. In this picture, he’s capturing her lips with his, both their eyes closed. ‘Happy three months anniversary’, the caption says.

Your phone slips through your fingers, falling down onto the floor and landing on the carpet, as you sink down on your knees next to it. Burying your face in the palm of your hands, you manage to breathe again, as you slowly realise what you’ve just witnessed.

He has a girlfriend. Why on earth did you find his letter just now? Why was it even hidden inside this stupid box? Nothing makes any sense anymore.

This week has probably been one of the most exhausting but best in your life so far, filled with finally decorating yours and Yeji’s shop, which will finally open soon. Located inside an old brick building in the city centre - you still don’t know how they don’t charge you higher rent than the one you have to pay - it’s everything you could ever dream of. The four years of hard work and getting your masters degree are finally paying off, which is why you’d immediately quit your awful office job for this company in the financial area of the city, even though the loan was okay.

But opening your own real life shop has been a goal since you were in kindergarten, handcrafting your first necklaces made of colourful and glittering beads. One day Yeji and you came to the conclusion, combining accessories and candles would be a cute idea for a shop in town, since no one has done it before.

Only some finishing touches were required, so you can open the store on Monday next week. When you leave the main area and go back to the storage room, grabbing your phone from your pocket, you get a notification on your messenger app.

Dear friends,

We’re happy to tell you, we’re finally getting married on 12th August and you are invited!

Everything is a bit spontaneous, we know, so don’t feel pressured in anything considering outfits or presents. We’re happy about anyone spending our very special day with us, already looking forward to it.

Information about the location and other things are attached to this mail.

Yours,

Sarah & Jisung

It’s impossible to describe what kind of feelings this invitation creates in your body, the only thing you notice is an uncomfortable knot in your stomach and your head getting dizzy, while you try to comprehend what you’d just read.

He’s getting married. Your best friend is getting married. The love of your life, who’s never known that he is your one and only.

Sinking to the floor, while you lay your phone beside you, you hear the door open and Yeji comes in. When she notices your broken sniffles and the way you dropped to the ground, she doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug, embracing your whole glum statue. “What happened?”

Trying to gather yourself and whipping away the tears rolling down your cheeks, you turn your head towards your friend. “He’s getting married, I got an invitation”.

From the way you emphasise ‘he’, Yeji already knows who you’re talking about, that’s why she squeezes you tighter and strokes the back of your head, telling your everything will be alright and you’re allowed to feel upset and have those feelings you’re experiencing right now.

The location the couple has chosen is beyond mesmerising - it’s an old church in the neighboring city of your hometown, surrounded by a park full of astonishing flowers and trees you swear you’ve never seen before, totally surprised plants like that grow in your area.

It’s weird to be here again, especially with Jisung, whom you haven’t been that close to for the last five years, even though you occasionally talked and would still consider each other friends, who’ve just grown apart over time.

You’re attending the wedding alone, since you’re still single, still hopelessly in love with your best friend - unfortunately no other guy you dated could even come close to him. Wearing a long dark purple dress in a minimalist style, hoping it wouldn’t be too extravagant, you enter the church, soon proving right, when everyone isn’t nearly as stylish as you are, now slightly uncomfortable.

Sitting down in one of the last rows next to some faces from high school you hardly remember, you wait for the ceremony to start. Not long after, Jisung enters the hall and walks down the aisle towards the altar. His fiancé is guided to him by her - who you think to be her father.

The ceremony becomes a blur, as you’re fighting with tears, hiding your glassy eyes behind the hair falling in front of your face. Everyone is cheering and so do you, not wanting to be impolite, even though no one would notice anyway.

The party after is located in a restaurant in the same street like the church you’ve been to, every table organised with handwritten name tags for each guest. Sitting next to some people from high school - which makes your stomach hurt, being seated there with people who only are acquaintances to Jisung, but you don’t blame him - you spot a familiar face.

“Oh, hey Y/N, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!” Chris greets you, already making you feel more comfortable that you finally meet someone you know. Even though you’ve never considered each other friends, Chris was always close to Jisung and very respectful. Knowing that he’s seated at this table too makes you feel less unimportant. “Hey, Chris! Yes, the same counts for you”, you chuckle.

“Well, it’s been some time right?” The evening passes by and you feel glad talking hours and hours with Chris about any topic, since he’s not only good at sharing stuff he cares about but he’s a genuine good listener. He even gives you his numbers, when he finds out you’re single, suggesting you to could go on a date.

Since many guests are invited, you still didn’t have an opportunity to wish the best to the couple, that’s why you excuse yourself from the table and get up to find them.

It takes a lot of courage, but the few glasses of wine you’ve already had will help you - also, it would be super impolite to attend a wedding and not say a word to the bride and groom. Approaching Jisung and Sarah, who are seated at a separate table, just the two of them, you gather all your strength.

Jisung now only realises you’ve actually attended his party, since he hasn’t seen you all night and honestly didn’t expect you to come, his face full of surprise. In addition, his jaw almost drops to the floor, when he sees you in your outfit. Even though his now wife is wearing a beautiful Cinderella-like white wedding dress, he would be lying to himself if he pretended, you aren’t the most amazing looking person in this room.

Sarah looks at you expectantly, since some seconds have passed and you still haven’t said anything. Clearing your throat, you begin: “Hey, I just wanted to wish you both all the best and thank you for the invitation.” Jisung is too stunned to speak, his mouth still hanging open, so Sarah answers: “Thanks and you’re welcome.” Her voice is cold and you’re unsure if she recognises you, but your thoughts are soon interrupted when her name is called by another guest and she follows them.

Jisung now stands up, unsure how to act, but decides to pull you into a hug - maybe a bit too long, almost seeming suspicious for innocent eyes. “Thank you- and thanks you’re here.” Pulling away from him, you simply nod, realising his lower lash line is fighting with tears.

The devastating atmosphere is interrupted yet again, when a teenager, probably at the age of fifteen, approaches Jisung, the girl has swollen eyes from crying. Jisung immediately hugs her, asking what’s going on. “Alex kissed me- he’s my best friend, he’s not supposed to do that”, the girl sobs, as Jisung softly strokes her hair. “Nayeon, listen, everything will be okay.”

The girl pulls away, now almost screaming at Jisung: “No, it’s not- what if he’s in love with me and I’m too and we destroy our friendship?” The crying never stops, as you see Jisung fighting with his own tears now as well by closing his eyes in order to hold them back. You have no idea how to act in this situation, but you do realise she is one of his cousins when you recognise her name.

The girl turns around and looks at you, now figuring out who you are, too. “Weren’t you both best friends in high school, too? See- you never did something stupid like Alex did and kissed each other and that’s why you’re still friends-“ Nayeons words are cut off, when Jisung says: “That’s not entirely correct.”

Your heart skips a beat, totally confused what he means, but then he adds: “We did share a kiss, but Y/N was too drunk to remember and I’ve never told her.” Blank face and already getting pale like a vampire, your whole life has just been turned around by one hundred and eighty degrees with what Jisung confessed. “W-Why? What? When?” You ask, your voice breaks, as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Yes, at prom after graduating. It’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. But I don’t mean kissing you - not telling you about it and letting you go.” You feel your stomach turn upside down, not only thinking about he’s married now but still not over you, but also about the fact you won’t be able to finally get over him either.

That’s why you out of impulsiveness leave the party, almost running out of the venue, hoping no one else notices.

One and a half weeks later, your small company has finally opened, so you arrive at your store for another day of work, when Yeji is already there. Unlike your inner mood, still being devastated from the wedding and everything happening that night, the weather outside is sunny, welcoming more customers than usual.

While you head to the storage room - still busy with arranging stuff since everything is still new to you - Yeji serves every person entering your store, talking to them and giving them advice, what accessories would individually fit them. It’s amazing how good she’s at that but not surprising with a master’s degree in advertisements and economics.

Grabbing a few more necklaces, one of your current favourites added with shimmery stone pendants, as well as candles with scents for colder seasons like pumpkin, tea or cinnamon, since autumn is right around the corner, you leave the storage room to place them in the main room.

Because it’s almost noon, less people arrive at the store, probably busy with having lunch, but someone still enters the building, which you notice thanks to the little bell that always rings, when the door opens. Ignoring the footsteps, since Yeji takes care of the customers, you continue with decorating.

“Excuse me”, the voice of a man begins, way too recognisable, so you jump in place, turning your head around in the process. “How can I help you?” Yeji asks but without looking up, busy with writing something down. “Can I talk to Y/N, if she’s here?” Your colleague’s head snaps up, looking at Jisung first and then hastily searching for your face in the room, instantly spotting you.

Taking a few steps forward, you answer: “Yes, I’m here.” His mouth agape, he walks towards you, totally unsure now how to start the conversation. “Hey- I came to your store- well, obviously- it’s very pretty here- well done”, he rambles, cursing himself for speaking without a plan, kinda embarrassed.

“Thanks”, you begin, trying to stay professional, since he’s still a customer, “can I help you with something? Are you looking for something special?” He takes a few more steps towards you, now only half a metre distance between you, as he smoothly replies: “No, I’ve already found her.”

In the corner of your eyes you can see Yeji basically melting to the ground, finding everything completely romantic, that’s why she suggests: “Hey, Y/N- I can take care of the store, can you bring me some more of those new candles from the storage room?”

Immediately getting the hint, you take Jisung’s hand, because it’s now or never, as you both go through the door to the back part of your store. As his palm connects with yours, you feel how sweaty he is, but you completely relate, feeling your heart beat getting faster, almost a thousand beats per second.

Deciding not to test the waters first but instead go all in directly, you ask: “Are you searching for a gift for your wife?” Jisung’s head turns towards you, his hypnotising gaze on your face, as he still holds your hand, squeezing it tight. “I annulled the marriage the day after the wedding”, he confesses. Shock on your face, as if your eyes pop out, you take a step back but mainly out of confusion, letting his hand go in the process.

By the look you give him, Jisung chuckles a bit, before he explains: “It was mainly because immediately after you’d left, I heard her talking shit about me in the bathroom with a friend, saying she finally only married me for my money and how stupid I was to fall for that.” Visibly gulping, you feel pain in your stomach erupting by the thought of how badly Sarah hurt him. Clenching your teeth, you interrupt him: “You were too good for her anyway.”

It takes Jisung everything within himself to ignore what you’ve just said, simply to be able to continue with his explanation: “But then I realised, maybe it was the universe trying to give me the most obvious hint”. Taking a few more steps towards you, his breath now softly touches your skin, as he grabs your hand again, placing each finger between one of yours.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, already hypnotised by his gaze on yours, as he says: “I don’t want to be a coward anymore.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up again, repeating the movements a few times. “Then prove it”.

Everything happens fast - before you even realise, his lips are on yours, the soft skin touching your own, as his hands wander around your waist, bringing you closer to him. It’s like you breathe in each other, wanting to consume everything of him, as you allow his tongue to enter, immediately fighting for dominance with your own.

Your arms find their way around his neck, as you get completely lost in the kissing, the movements making it hard to think straight. Jisung instantly gets the hint, as he takes a few steps forward, making you walk back, just to cage you between his body and the wall behind you.

Leaving his lips for a second to get some air, you ask him: “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you both broke up?” A quite embarrassed chuckle escapes his mouth. “Because I thought you would laugh about me for cancelling a marriage the day after the wedding.” Scoffing about his statement, since it adds to his lack of self confidence, you reassure him: “I don’t think I’m the one to judge here.”

Your lips land on his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin, that soon turn into rough ones combined with small bites, as his head falls back as a sign of satisfaction. Jisung lets out a moan, as his hands wander down your hips and find their way to your ass, squeezing your flesh through the fabric of your shorts.

“Don’t stop”, he tells you, voice almost lost in your passionate acts, as one of his hands lands on the wall behind you again, mostly for balance, but the posture he’s in now, almost towering over you, makes your knees go weak. At least that’s what you blame it on, when you fall down onto the floor, your hands fumbling with his belt, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear.

Glad about the fact, the uncomfortable feeling of his bulge being constricted in his clothes is finally gone, Jisung moans again, his sounds increasing their volume even more, when you wrap your hand around his cock. Giving it a few strokes first, you then place your lips on its tip, painfully slowly sliding your mouth down his length. As you begin to bump your head down at the same pace, Jisung doesn’t hesitate to pull you by your hair, making your head go up, as you look at him.

“Don’t tease”, he orders, before he pushes your head down again, helping you with your movements to achieve his desired speed. “Yes, princess, just like that, you’re doing great.” The praise in combination with calling you that name again after such a long time, makes your own panties get wetter, so you squeeze your legs together, in order to deal with the feeling.

Your movements don’t go unnoticed by the man in front - or rather above - you, letting a chuckle escape his lips, as he says: “Are you that eager to be touched? Eager that I finally make you mine?” The way he speaks to you, so direct and filthy, just proves he doesn’t want to hide anymore, he wants you to know he’s not afraid of showing his emotions. You hum in agreement, the vibrations transferred onto his body making him whine out loud, as he grabs you by your hair even rougher.

He feels so good inside your mouth, at this point you’re almost drooling over the floor caused by all the saliva, his hands responsible for the satisfying pain at the back of your head, making you clench around nothing, panties by now completely ruined. As he feels you moan around his length, Jisung finally gives in, letting go of your hair, so that you can breathe again, while he orders: “Get up and take off your clothes.”

You instantly do as you're told, standing up on your wobbly feet. Not hesitating with the instructions he gave, you pull your shirt above your head and get rid of your bra, almost chuckling at the fact how Jisung’s mouth falls open by the look of your breasts. He takes off his remaining pieces of clothing as well, immediately getting back to you, as he places his lips on your neck, one of his hands finding its way around your neck, slightly putting pressure on the sides.

His mouth wanders up again, finding your own, as you let his tongue slide in, the kisses now much softer, but still passionate. “Didn’t I tell you to take off all of your clothes?” He asks, his voice strict, totally different from like he’s usually talking to you. As he gives you enough space so you can free yourself from your shorts and underwear, he gets closer to you again, letting his other hand travel down your body, cupping one of your breasts. Massaging your soft skin, his thumb finds the sensitive bud, while his mouth lands on the other, giving it a few licks.

It’s not possible to describe how good all his touches feel, adding the fact you’ve waited so long for this moment and so did he, judging from the way how eager he is. His other hand is suddenly between your legs, crawling up your thighs, as you push them apart in order for him to get closer to you. Placing his fingers between your wet folds first, his middle finger travels near the entrance, smearing your leaking arousals over your clit that he instantly finds. While he draws circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumbs, he doesn’t hesitate to push his index and middle finger in your entrance, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

It doesn’t take much time until he’s at a fast pace, doing everything to spread you out for what’s to come next. Speeding up his movements and adding a third finger, you let out whimper after whimper, completely ignoring the fact only a thin wall separates the both of you from the store. Jisung places his other hand around your neck again, as he is now staring into your eyes, his own filled with lust.

You feel the knot in your lower stomach tightening, closing your eyes in order to endure the mesmerising feeling. “Open your eyes and look at me”, he says and you don’t need to be told twice. “I want you to look at me when you cum, because I’m the only thought that’s gonna be on your mind from now on anyway”.

“Well- that’s not a big difference to how it’s been before”, you admit and his eyes turn so dark, you’ve never seen him like this before, but of course imagined what he would look like in such a sinful situation. “Even better, princess”, he says, a smirk on his lips. Jisung feels you clenching around his fingers, the sounds of your moans and wetness echo through the room. “Fuck- I’m close- gonna cum”, you whine. “Then be a good girl and let go, I’ve got you”, he encourages you and a few seconds later you reach your climax.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, before he slips his fingers out of your heat again, guiding them to his mouth and sucking off your liquids. Your eyelids feel heavy and you're out of breath, but neither of you are fully satisfied yet. Wrapping your hand around his length again, Jisung closes his eyes, unable to withstand, also considering the fact he’s been hard now for so long.

“Didn’t I tell you not to tease me, princess?” He asks, while he grabs you by your waist, just to turn you around again, bending you over the nearest table in the cramped storage room. “I can’t wait anymore- I just want to make you mine-“ Letting out a groan by the way he grabs your hips, you add: “I’ve always been”. As a mixture of being fully in love with you and the fact he’s as horny and hard as he’s never been before, he aligns the tip of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your heat. You get used to his length after a few seconds, giving him a sign you’re ready.

Starting with a moderate pace first, his hand finds the back of your head again, creating a makeshift ponytail, so he can pull you closer to him. When your back is almost upright again and touching his chest, he whispers in your ear: “Who do you belong to?” He instantly feels you clench around him, chuckling about the fact you find his possessive nature arousing. “O-Only you”, you stutter in between broken moans, closing your eyes and using your little amount of left strength to stabilize your upper body with your hands on the table. “Good girl”, he praises you.

Jisung’s hips crash into your ass over and over again, as he keeps thrusting into you. Letting go of your hair, you almost fall onto the table, but he catches you with his hand. You guide two of your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit, but your digits are soon replaced with his.

The movements and groans, that both escape your lips, continue on and on, but at some point become sloppier, almost at the same time when you feel the familiar feeling in your lower stomach come back again but this time even more intense. “Jisung-“, you moan his name, one of his dreams with that finally coming true, “I-I can’t- I’m close- please let me cum”. His hips increase their pace yet again, while his movements on your clit stay the same, since he’s found just the right kind of motions you like, while he’s absolutely stunned about the fact you’re begging him without him needing to ask you to do so.

“You’ve been a good girl- cum all over me”, he orders and you instantly give in, letting go for the second time, but everything is much more intense, as you see stars in front of your eyes. It doesn’t take him much longer, since the way you’re clenching around his cock makes it impossible for him to hold back any longer, so he moans with you, as he paints your walls white.

When you both get back to reality, he slides his length out of you, causing your mixed liquids to run down your inner thighs and meet the floor. Jisung immediately grabs some tissues he finds in the storage room, helping you clean your body and his own.

“You good?” He caringly asks, as he helps you put on your clothes again. “Yes, never been better before”, you say, still dizzy from your high, which makes him chuckle. When he’s dressed again too and got rid of the paper towels, Jisung approaches you, his demeanour getting shyer again.

“You know- we can take things slow- I can take you out on a date first, if you’re unsure-“, he rambles. “Ji, slow down, you do know, I love you, right? I’m in love with you, Han Jisung”, you say, being the first one to make the long awaited confession. Jisung’s lips turn into a smile, right before he leans forward to kiss you on the mouth again. “I’m in love with you, too”.

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