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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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A vampire’s lust
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𖤐 Summary: You let a vampire into your house but at what cost? Your blood? Dignity ? Your love?
𖤐 Pairing: Choi Jongho X Reader
𖤐 Genre: Smut
𖤐 Word Count: 4.9k
𖤐 Warnings: Blood drinking, Jongho makes the reader taste her own blood, vampires, role playing (the reader acts as she doesn’t know Jongho at first, this is completely consensual role play)  pet names (darling, little one, pet, sir) degradation, unprotected sex, begging, fingering, slight overstimulation, throat fucking
𖤐 Thank you to @ssaboala for beta<3
Everyone warned you against inviting a vampire inside your home. They all warned you that it would be extremely dangerous, and that the vampire would pounce on you immediately and completely demolish and disfigure your body, or even turn you into one of their own.
Little did they know, that was exactly what you wanted.
You dreamt of nights of being alone in your house, doing nothing but watching something on the television or reading a book, and you'd hear a knock coming from the door to your house.
Then, you'd get up and make your way over there, dressed in a soft, yet elegant silk blue slip and twist the handle to the door open only to reveal a gorgeous man, baring those astonishing white fangs, with beautiful black eyes that turned a crimson red as soon as you'd invite him in.
But one night that dream hadn't remained a fantasy.
The vampire had revealed his fangs to you after you had asked if he was indeed a vampire. He showed them proudly, an intriguing, seductive smirk grew upon his cherry red lips which you assumed were probably stained with blood his tongue drew faintly over the sharp points of his fangs, showing them off to the stupid human that let him inside.
He found it amusing how a human could be so blinded by a fantasy. To let him into your house.
He had asked why you were so interested in him, because, after all, he had come here to drain you of every drop of blood, and usually his prey wasn't so willing. Yet you... You were accepting. You wanted him to devour you. He was so alluring with those broad shoulders of his, dark red eyes, that mischievous and hungry smirk, with arms of supposed inhumane strength, and that gorgeous head of soft dark hair that draped his perfect jawline and bangs resting right above his eyes. How could you not want him to ravage you? To savor you?
To say the least, the vampire was pleasantly surprised when you invited him into your home. His eyes flickered with a brilliant hunger, walking towards you with a predator look in those gorgeous red eyes, moving you backward until your back hit the wall with a soft thud, giving into exactly what you wanted.
While arousal pooled in your panties, your heart fluttered in your chest. You looked up at the vampire who had cornered you against the wall, red eyes tearing into yours, legs weak with impatience.
"I think this is the first time a human has ever invited me into their home so willingly” The vampire smiled at you while showing off his fangs once again, chuckling to himself.
You smiled back at him “I mean there’s a first time for everything right?”
"Indeed there is, darling" He hums, placing his strong, large hands on to your waist, leaning down so slowly, lips inching closer and closer to your neck, your heart beating faster as the space started disappearing between the two of you.
The vampire closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his nose pressed up against your skin, tongue gently pressing against the supple flesh, trying to get an idea of what you might taste like.
The man’s ears were filled with the sound of your heartbeat and rushing streams of blood. When he inhaled your scent, a sense of constant hunger washed over him, and thoughts of how he should devour you quickly filled his mind.
"Mmm, I can hear your heart pounding. So impatient, aren't you?" He teases, pulling away from your neck, his smirk now on his face. His gaze swept across your face, drawing down to your neck and exposed shoulders and collarbone, while his impossibly strong hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you tight against him and eliciting a gasp from you.
Keeping his smirk, he brings his right hand up from your waist and traces his thumb over your bottom lip, moving it ever so carefully along your jaw. He wanted to test you, to see how much he could break you before he killed you, and just as he thought, he was right. Seeing your lips trembling, your heart thudding in your chest, your knees weak, hands gripping his bicep out of sheer desperation. He owned you.
"Since you're so impatient, would you like to hear what I'm going to do to you?" He sweetly brushed his finger against your neck, breath low and hungry.
You swallow thickly, looking at the vampire who looked like he was holding everything back from devouring you whole right there.
"I... " You exhale, gasping, as you feel him pull you close enough to feel his hard on pressed firmly against you. You settle for a slow nod with captivated eyes as your words; the ability to form a coherent sentence had left you.
"First.." his fingers trace down your cheek and move to your neck, fingers wrapping around it, thumb running small circles over the skin. "I'm going to taste you. Taste every drop of blood that I can manage. Then, I'm going to make you taste it, and I'm going to make you describe it to me so you can feel the hunger that I feel. Once im done, and when this pretty blue slip of yours is tainted with your blood, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you senseless you wont even remember who you are…and maybe if i feel like it I will lt you live to see another sunrise, do you understand?"
The vampire touched your neck softly, but his eyes—the most power-hungry you had ever seen—were staring right back at you.
It made you weak. There were no thoughts going through your head except how bad you wanted the vampire to have his way with you.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his words, heat began to pool up in your underwear more than ever. You felt that if he were to somehow manage to make you ache more, you would fall right there into his arms.
“I understand" you mumble, completely aghast at his statement.
He tsks, licking his lips before letting out a breathy chuckle. "Really? I don't think you do. You understand that I'm going to destroy this little body of yours, that your cunt's going to be worthless once I'm done with you, right? That you'd be fucked beyond the point of comprehension? Your head, dizzy from the number of times I've made you cum?"
Oh gods.
Your cunt was throbbing now. You could feel your underwear getting soaked more at the thought of him completely wasting you. You definitely understood and you wanted it so bad.
"Yes, I understand, please use me. Do whatever you want.. " you breathe, more desperately than you had before, hands tightening around the vampire's biceps.
And in an instant, you see those perfect hues of red burn brighter than before, a smirk rose from his lips so devilish as if a demon had been lurking within this beast the entire time.
If there was one, you wouldn't even be surprised.
Without warning, his hands move from your waist to your thighs with superhuman speed, lifting you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. Moving towards the bedroom, he then sets you down on the bed there.
Your head hits the plush mattress and your breath is heavy as you watch this beast start to undo the buttons on his black collared shirt in front of you. His dark red eyes are riveted to yours as he maintains eye contact while moving his hand over your neck once more, trying to maintain his composure for just a little while longer.
He climbs onto the bed, causing the mattress to dip as he moves across to sit on top of you. He places his arms by your side and lowers his head to kiss your skin with hunger.
Your hands wander to his velvety black hair and tangle freely in it as you gasp in relief.
Though the vampire seems to have other plans as he takes your hands from his hair and moves them above your head, his lips begin to move down your neck to your collarbone, teeth gently scraping against it, tongue lapping at the skin as if it were his right to travel across every piece of skin you had to offer.
He pulls at your skin with his front teeth, eliciting short pathetic moans from you, your cunt throbbed with eager need as he took your skin in his teeth.
One of his hands shifted from holding your wrists and traveled down your body, tracing all of your dips and curves, making your skin on fire. He groaned as he tasted your skin, his lips moving back up and around to the other side of your neck.
You tilted your chin back into the mattress allowing for more access to your neck, which he mused at. You seemed so willing and pliant to him
He absolutely loved it.
"So eager... So eager for me to taste you, aren't you? Do you want me to bite into you and use you?" He mumbles against your skin, nipping on a particular spot he seemed to like on your neck.
"Yes!" When you felt his fingers move under your slip and the hem of your underwear, whinging at the feeling of him touching you.
He hummed delightfully, eyes darkening when they zeroed in on a spot on your neck, lashes fluttering as he imagined what you would taste like.
"Hmm, I bet you are... Let me feel how eager you are for me," He whispers as his hand slides down your thigh and across your moist cunt before slipping the wet underwear to the side.
He chuckled against your neck. "My my, so eager... Can't wait to taste you everywhere. Can't wait to mark you up, and eat you out and lick up all of that cum, little one."
As he continued to tease your cunt with his fingers and his teeth scraped against the skin of your neck, you wanted to say something or beg him to hurry up and continue, but all that came out of your mouth were a string of pathetic whines.
“Hmm? Does my little pet want to say something?" He pulls away from your neck, tongue brushing over his lips.
Your breathing was labored, and your chest jerked up and down desperately. You didn't think he realized how much you wanted him. "Please... I... I need you. Please." You were desperate for this man, this beast, to take you completely, to let go and ravage you as promised.
He rose an eyebrow, almost challenged at your neediness.
"Please, I need you more than you could ever know. You don't need me... I need you. I need you to survive. You just want me," he whispered into your ear, lips pressing a hungry kiss to your neck, fingers tracing around your clit.
"Then please... Use me," you moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest against his.
Without hesitation, you heard him groan, and your heart leapt out of your chest. Teeth pierced into your skin, earning a sharp cry from you as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, and fingers simultaneously slipped into your cunt when he did so, sending confusing signals to your body.
Your body was screaming, your skin was on fire, and you could feel the rush of blood leaving your system, leaving you sedated and dizzy.
As his fingers pumped inside your wet cunt, the vampire let out a loud and relieved groan as he finally got to taste what you were offering him.
Your eyes fluttered into the back of your head, and the rush of blood leaving your system felt both weakening and energizing. You felt so alive, with streams of blood coursing and pumping through your veins faster than you had ever felt before, and swarms of butterflies filling your stomach as you finally got satisfaction from having your cunt filled.
His chest feigned up and down, eyes wide and full of hunger and possession, shutting every so often to taste the flavor of your blood.
"So fucking good" He mumbled into your skin, thumb now rubbing circles on to your clit.
Your breath caught in your throat, your back arching as his teeth bore into you and his thumb made circles around your sensitive clit.
The vampire, on the other hand, had turned selfish, drinking and devouring you at an alarming rate. It was so quick and so fast that he hadn't realized he was spilling blood down your neck and onto your blue slip, leaving a stain there that would last forever.
He pulled his fangs out of you, throwing his head back and savoring the flavor you'd given him. His lips, chin, and neck were drenched in your blood, which you had strangely found incredibly hot and absolutely gorgeous. At first glance, he appeared to be absolutely stunning. The once dark red in his eyes had become a bright one. His black hair fell a little over his eyes.
Red sin glistened on his lips, his tongue lapping it up desperately, trying to enjoy everything you had truly given him.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he moans, his fingers still pumped inside of you.
“Look at you, getting wetter by the second. You look so pathetic..you look so fucked out already and ive barely touched you.”
He sighs and leans back to feel the slick around his fingertips as his eyes flicker open. He takes them out and admires how shiny they are before bringing them to your shoulder, where a trickle of blood had flowed down. He then dips his cum-coated fingers into the blood and draws them back up into his mouth, where he tastes every part of you.
His eyelashes flicker in response to the taste, and you study him with intense interest as your heart races at the sight of the person in front of you.
Much less a gorgeous one, a blood-soaked, ravenous vampire sat in front of you and thoroughly tasted you.
He was right. By the second, you were becoming more drenched in your own arousal.
After wiping his fingers clean, he chuckles and gets back on top of you. He presses his bloodied lips into yours and kisses you passionately. You swallow the blood that was transferred and taste the sweet, coppery liquid. His tongue then moved onto your mouth and forced you to swallow more of your own fluids.
When he reaches the hem of your underwear with his hands running down your side, he tears off the material, allowing it to be torn into bits, and throws it across the room careless of anything at this moment, except for you.
There wasn't enough for him. With every second you were offering him, he felt that every time he couldn't seem to have enough. Every time, he yearned for more and genuinely wanted to taste everything. He wanted to break you repeatedly for his own selfish ends, so he made you feel and made you feel so he could taste you once more.
He was selfish, but damn, it felt good.
He pulls away from your lips, his mouth once again found your neck where he pressed sloppy, bloody kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone, and along the top of your slip, dirtying it up as he promised.
Now, your own lips were covered in blood, your eyes clung to the ceiling while taking everything in that was transpiring.
"Describe it to me," he mumbled, breathless, kissing your skin. "How do you taste?"
"I... It was... Sweet, but like metal. Like copper. It was strange, yet it tasted so... So good," When the slip was pulled down to expose your breasts, your breath caught, and you were surprised by a wave of cold air.
As you exhaled, he moved his mouth to one of your nipples and started massaging your other breast with his left hand while lapping at your raised bud. Running his fangs over it making you flinch from the sharp feeling.
"Yes... It feels so good, doesn't it? Feels so good to be full of bliss... power... strength... and you could have it all."
You turn your face away from him while pressing your lips together. To feel so happy felt rewarding, but to live forever? That appeared to be a curse in and of itself. And to satisfy that thirst? every single day? It seemed never-ending.
"But don't worry, pet. You won't have to feel full of all those things yet," As he presses his lips back against your breasts and continues to suck at your earlier left-unattended nipple, he whispers against your skin.
"But for now" He began to unbutton his pants, letting the black fabric fall from his legs and onto the floor. "I think I'll fill you up with my cock, for now."
You couldn’t stop thinking about him filling you up completely had you whimpering and rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You looked at his hand swiping at the pre-cum that had already gathered on his tip, thick and full up against his stomach.
“Fill me up sir, please" you moan, barely able to keep your anticipation at bay.
He chuckles while coming closer to you “since you asked so nicely”
Quickly, he brings his hands to your sides, flipping you over with inhuman strength, where you let out a surprised gasp, his cock slipping into your cunt with ease.
He huffs as his hand finds your hair and grips it, pulling your head back as he begins to thrust himself in and out of you, pumping so slowly, the burning sensation of your walls was something you would never get used to but oh you loved it so much.
You close your eyes and savor the slow, delectable pace, but gradually, his pace increases and his other hand finds your hip, firmly grasping it as he starts pumping himself into you.
His dick started to violently shove inside of you, scraping against your walls at an animalistic pace, and you began to sob. Your legs weakened at the sensation, and you opened your mouth wide and let sloppy drool fall from your lips. Strong, deep thrusts were driven into your cunt, striking your g-spot with fury.
Groans of pleasure came from the vampire, hisses would emit from his cherry-red lips every so often, letting his lust get the best of him
“Look at you, already a mess. You look so good... Just wait till I have you cumming around my cock, I'm going to fill you up and lick that pretty cunt of yours clean," he grunted out, hands tightening around your hair, drinking in every moan you cried.
You felt so dizzy, so lost and drunk in the pleasure-ridden state he had put you in as if you were under some kind of vampiric spell. Your mouth hung open lazily, walls clenched around his cock when you felt your stomach begin to tighten into a coil, waiting for his signal to snap.
"I'm so close!" You cried, bucking your hips against his cock, clenching your fists around the fabric and burying your face into the pillow to get back to a sense of reality.
He smirks, gripping your hair in response.
"That’s my girl. Be a good girl and cum around my cock for me, won't you?" He breathes hotly into your ear after leaning down, tongue running softly along your neck under your ear. Letting his fangs dig back into your skin slowly sucking on the sweet liquid pouring into his mouth.
The feeling of both him destroying you and the blood being drained out of you caused the knot in your stomach to snap and turn your mind into a white haze. Not noticing how the vampire had also reached his high, filling you up with his warm seed before pulling out and flipping you back into your back.
Pulling your body closer to him so his face was buried between your thighs. He licked a long stripe from your thighs to your sensitive cunt, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you from moving. Moaning as he licks up both yours and his own juices dripping out of your hole.
"Fuck!" You breathe, hands moving down to tangle your hands through his hair, gripping it tightly when you feel his tongue enter your sensitive core once again.
"Mm gonna fuck you so hard... Fuck you until you're a screaming pile of nothing..." He mumbles going back to lapping at the over sensitive nub.
Butterflies begin to flutter again in your stomach, your thoughts fill your cunt at his words. Getting fucked again seemed like a dream.
But for now, his lips seemed to stay sealed around your nub, sucking intently as if he were going to get you off again by eating out your pussy.
"Fuck! Jongho!" you couldn’t stick to role playing anymore, your mind was too fogged the whole time you wanted to be screaming your boyfriend's name but you stuck to the stranger role play for him.
"Mmm-hmm, louder," he mumbled, slipping two fingers into your wet core.
"Jongho, Jongho!"
He began to suck more, more fervently; desperate and eager to hear his name from your lips, to feed his selfish desires.
Fingers sped up in your cunt, tongue lapped at your clit, and soon, you could feel yourself coming across another orgasm.
A small fire began to build in the pit of your stomach. Heat encompassed your body, breaths escaped your grasp more quickly now, evil, sinful, words flew from your lips when you felt that fire growing hotter in your stomach.
You were on the edge, just beginning to teeter over when you felt his fingers speed up, allowing the feeling to take over once again.
You gasped and shook when you felt your orgasm took over your body, cum had once again seeped from your cunt, your legs shook from the heat before slowly cooling down from the pent up release.
Jongho groaned as he saw you gush around his fingers, to which he pulled out and once again tasted you, savoring the flavor he could never get enough of.
"Look at me or I'll stop" he mumbles around his fingers.
You blink your eyes open and do as he says, looking into his burning, lust-filled eyes, who made eye contact with you as he continuously lapped between his fingers and your cunt.
"Pet, you taste amazing," he moans, standing up once he's finished with you.
He lightly brushes your cheek and smirks, "Now... Now I'm going to ruin your perfect little body," before pumping his dick in his palm and positioning himself next to your wet cunt.
As you get ready for your cunt to be destroyed once more, you swallow deeply with your heart thumping in your chest.
Your cock gently slides inside of you as he lifts your leg and moves it over his shoulder, and as your sensitive core is once more full, a sharp cry escapes your lips.
Long, slow thrusts start to slide in and out of you as he applies sweet lips to your ankle and down to your leg.
He maintained the same speed. He watched your hands digging into the bedsheets and your face contorting into pleased expressions.
He truly enjoyed your fucked out state.
The top of your slip was tucked between your breasts, and he was admiring the holes in your neck, dried blood streams running over your shoulders, collarbone, and chin, your hair being twisted and messed up from when he had just grabbed it.
Seeing the image, he smirked. He was reminded of how easily he could fuck you out, which caused him to thrust you further and deeper while quickening his speed and genuinely fucking you.
Gods, being fucked by a vampire was certainly the best gift you had ever had. Your body jerked with each pump he gave you, your breasts jumped at every pulse, and your mouth dropped open from the sensation of his cock smashing into your back, causing your chest to arch upward.
Jongho practically felt how the blood flowed through your body as he gazed at how jolting it was and could feel his own hunger returning. While he considered where to bite you next, he turned to look at your calf and began to lick the long, thin stripes that ran up and down it.
You watched him take in your scent, and immediately you knew he was going to drink from you once again. Though, this was something you loved.
He groaned at your cunt tightening around him, to which he chuckled at.
"You like the thought of me biting you, don't you? I could feel that pretty pussy of yours tighten around me, fuck, you feel so good," Skin slapped against skin as he snarled out and quickened his already frantic pace.
You nod, shutting your eyes when you let out a loud cry at his quick pace.
He grunts, finally finding a spot in your calf. He bears his teeth once again and bites down into your leg, a long, lengthy moan coming from your throat when you feel your stomach tighten up again at his bite.
The blood trickled down your leg and onto the bed sheets as he rolled his eyes back into his head, savoring the taste. As he continued to eat, he became more and more hungrier and more aggressive in his thrusts.
He was fucking you so quick and violently - your walls felt like they were being scraped out by his cock, your g-spot was being hit every time, sending you into overdrive, especially since your mind was going foggy once again from the blood being sucked out of you.
He fucked you so good everytime, while selfishly swallowing your blood with his mouth coming near his own high again as well.
"Taste so... So good... Fuck, you feel so good... Can't get enough," he mumbled, lips lapping lazily at the blood on your leg.
His right hand had moved from your leg and found your clit, rubbing it in quick circles to push you over the edge.
You felt your orgasm escape its confines once more, and he continued to fuck you through it, drunk on his own pleasure.
You were breathing heavily, you were tired, fucked, and well fucked, and you could see Jongho indulging in his sins, but the dizziness from blood loss was making you uncomfortable.
"Jon-Jongho! Please!" You cried, hoping he would pay attention to you but he continued fucking you.
"Jongho!"
Finally, as if he snapped out of a trance he turned to you, eyes narrowed, fingers pulling off of your clit and moving back to your leg.
"Didn't I say I was going to fuck you until you were screaming?"
"Y-yes, but... The blood... Too much," you moaned, your eyes struggling to keep open.
"Fucking pathetic," he snarled and pulled out of you and dropped your leg. He quickly grabbed your hips and set you down on to the floor next to him, and you immediately knew to sit up on your knees.
Jongho placed his dick in his hand and began to pump it in front of your face, eyes narrowed.
"Beg."
You swallowed, letting out a meek stutter, "P-please, put your cock in my mouth, sir."
He huffed, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, prying your mouth open.
"I said beg you fucking no good whore."
And with the best of your ability, you cried, "Please! Please sir put your cock in my mouth! I want it all, please let me taste your cum.”
Once he seemed satisfied, he shoved his cock into your mouth, now fucking it, hitting the back of your throat with gags coming out of your throat relentlessly.
Chasing his own high, he let his head roll back, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet mouth encompassing him, enjoying the sounds of your gags.
"Shit," he mumbled, moving quicker into your mouth. "I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna take it like a good little pet."
You nod your head quickly along his cock to the best of your ability.
With a few more thrusts, you feel him twitch in your mouth before letting out a long groan, shaking while he releases his hot seed into your mouth.
You take it like instructed, swallowing his seed before he pulls out, where you finally relaxed and drop to the floor, exhausted, out of breath, sore, and totally wasted.
Jongho huffs, dropping to the floor next to you on one knee, outstretching a hand, caressing your jaw oh so gently, his fingers running over dried up blood.
He smirks at your sight, loving how completely messy you looked.
"Oh look at you... So lovely, so pretty... So ruined... Just like I promised."
Taking out his phone and taking a picture before sitting it down. Jongho smiled down at your state sitting you up on the bed “Are you okay my love?” You nodded half awake making Jongho chuckle a bit.
Walking out the room to grab a warm washcloth and some snacks, he returned moments later into the room, sitting himself on the bed next to you to hold you close while wiping all the dried up blood from your body while whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear “I love you so much, never forget it.”
“I love you too.”
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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@yunstarz !! im finally done ^^
sweet over spicy
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You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts.. inspired by best part - Daniel Ceasar
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🫧 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
includes ; established relationship, non idol au, suggestive if your squinting ofc ! fluff overload, seongwha is head over heels for reader pet names: love, darling (nothing bad to be worried about just a cute fluff) 😵‍💫
a/n ; i wrote this on impulse at 3AM so please be nice to me on this one, this is also my first time publishing my work !
words: ___
summary: you'd choose sweet over spicy anyday, you couldnt handle spicy food or spicy interactions, and sweet was just your favourite oh, and how your boyfriend seongwha was just that...
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"love? i brought you some fruit." the study doors opened and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh fruit and your boyfriends voice.
"thank you seongie, you didn't have to." you say looking up at him feeling guilty.
"i thought you might need some, you've been in here for 4 hours now, don't you want to take a break?" you lightly chuckle.
"i don't know, i mean im almost done with writing my draft for this week"
you thought that being an author would been easy since it was something you always wanted to do, theres some days where your cooped up in the study and some days where you dont write for nearly a week. sometimes writing a romance novel is worse than an action novel, the plotline, character development, everything its too much, and seonghwa notices that.
"y/n, thats why its called weekly drafts. you're supposed to finish it in a week, not a day. your overworking yourself, just please lets take a break?" seonghwa says tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
i mean an hour break wouldn't hurt right? you think to yourself as you push up of your chair to stand.
"just for a little bit okay?" you say while seonghwa smiles. "but not anything tiring love."
seongwha takes your hand and pulls you out the study and hands you your favourite hoodie and earmuffs.
"does a midnight stroll sound good?' he asks.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🫧 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
walking hand in hand around han river, is most definitely the break you needed. the sound of crickets and the leaves blowing, it was relaxing.
"should we make a stop at a convenience store?" seongwha said swinging arms as you held hands. "hmm? i think i could do with something to drink" you smiled.
at the convenience store you and seongwha bought your ultimate favourite childhood drink, ramune.
bleggh.. "i dont remember it tasting like this you" said laughing. seongwha pulled his face as he drunk from the bottle.. "i think they.. cough .. changed the recipe" you both burst out in laughter. the laughter continued as seonghwa had hiccups and could barely speak a sentence without being cut off "should we.. hiccup.. get some rice crack..hiccup..-ers?"
you were almost on the floor in tears. upon leaving the store you noticed that there was a claw machine outside that had hello kitty and dear daniel, the most iconic sanrio couple other than kurmoi and badtz maru. you decided to quickly pull out some coins and try to win the plushies.
"should i help you darling?" seongwha said coming up behind you and placing his hand on yours. his hands were cold, but you didnt hate it. he used his hand to guide yours to the bag that hello kitty and daniel were inside, and within seconds the coldness of his hands filled yours with warmth. in that exact moment you though over and over again about how much you love seongwha. looking back at the time you first met, it truly was not a coincidence.
you were walking down the busy street of gangnam to get to your book signing event when you accidentally bumped into someone. your ipod played fell to the floor and so did his. you apologised to him and picked up your ipod before beginning to rush again. " excuse me, you have my ipod !" he shouted. you turned around and ran back to him to trade your ipods and laugh at how your both listening to the same song. "i see you like daniel ceasar too" he laughed. you smiled before begging "sorry i really have to run, but im really sorry about bumping into you, i hope the rest of your day is better" you said getting further away from him.
"but this just made my day the best" he whispered under his breath watching as you disappeared through the crowd, and luckily enough you ran into each other again.
you were taking a bus to gimpo airport in seoul when you sat behind him. he watched over your shoulders as you looked for a song to listen too.
"i suggest best part by daniel ceaser" he said trying his hardest not to look like a creep. you immediately smiled when you saw his face and the ipod in his hands. he was hard not to forget, little studio ghibli stickers on it. "you have nice music taste" you replied putting the song on still smiling. "where are going with a suitcase?" he asked. "oh im leaving to japan for a few days for my book signing event."
"what books have you written, i might have one" he said showing the tote bag he had with him. "well i've written quite a few.." as you go on about the names of the books you've written you watch how his face lights up. "your her? the y/n?" he says shocked. you smile a little embarrassed. "im headed to the airport to get my book signed by you, because i was to late the last time." he said pulling one of your books out.
wow, to think that he would be a fan of yours is unbelievable i mean, he looks sweet, nice hair, gorgeous eyes... as you continued to think about every feature of his you realised just how pretty he was. to call him pretty was even an understatement.
"well i wouldnt mind signing one now.." you smiled lightly.
"actually.. could you also .. um.. could i have your number. not like a fan but i'd really like to get to know you sometime or take you out to dinner." he said getting embarrased and avoiding eye contact.
"id love that."
while in japan you and seongwha texted for hours, sharing the same timezone made it easy as well. and when you got back from japan he picked you up from the airport and took you to that promised dinner date. you talked throughout all the seasons, summer, autumn, winter and spring. the only thing that did change between those seasons were your feelings for eachother and the next thing you knew it was winter 2022 and seongwha and you were outside walking in the snow, planing to go ice skating, when he took your hand in his and spoke, "y/n its cold right?, but im not cold at all, my hands may be cold and so could my face, but my heart is warm and thats because of you. you've made every season have a new meaning behind it, summer used to just be 'summer', but now summer is when i spend my days at parks with you, reading, having a small picnic and when i least expected it. you were apart of more than just seasons, you invaded my everyday life. id walk past a flower shop and notice tulips and buy them out of impulse because they reminded me of you. i'd think of things that reminded me of you, till you were all i thought about. i loved the way your voice echoed through the back of my mind when i missed you most, or when i still felt the lingering kiss you left last winter as an 'accident'. well, if this is an accident i apologise but y/n, i love you, everything about you, would you allow me to be yours?" you would cry if you could, but you were afraid of your tears freezing. "seongie..i'd love that.. i love you" you say sniffiling the tears back. he placed his hand on your cheek pulling you in for a loving kiss. "thats not an accident right?" he said. you laughed "no.." and all of a sudden the coldness in his hands turned to warm.
"love?" he called out to you, waking you up from daydreaming. "i got the plushies" he said smiling and holding out the bag to you. you kissed his cheek "thank you seongie, you're too sweet !" you took the bag from him, as well as took his hand yet again. "lets go back?" he hummed a response.
while walking back seongwha suggested you sat down at a bench for a bit.
"y/n love, remember this?" he said pulling out his airpods and putting one in your ear as the melody finally hit you.
'I just wanna see I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part'
you smiled as you turned to face seongwha, stars from the sky reflecting in his eyes. seongwha softly sang along while intertwining his fingers with yours. "what should we have for dinner, sweet tteokbokie or spicy?" you looked at him intently, before leaning over and giving him a soft kiss.
"sweet, id choose sweet anyday"
end note: hihi ^^ i finished this quickly so i could focus on school so im sorry if this is a bit rushed, but i hope you enjoy! please dont forget to reblog to help me get more recognition as im a new! you may leave kind criticism !
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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sweet over spicy
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You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts.. inspired by best part - Daniel Ceasar
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🫧 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
includes ; established relationship, non idol au, fluff overload, seongwha is head over heels for reader pet names: love, darling (nothing bad to be worried about just a cute fluff) 😵‍💫
a/n ; i wrote this on impulse at 3AM so please be nice to me on this one, this is also my first time publishing my work !
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summary: you'd choose sweet over spicy anyday, you couldnt handle spicy food or spicy interactions, and sweet was just your favourite oh, and how your boyfriend seongwha was just that...
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"love? i brought you some fruit." the study doors opened and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh fruit and your boyfriends voice.
"thank you seongie, you didn't have to." you say looking up at him feeling guilty.
"i thought you might need some, you've been in here for 4 hours now, don't you want to take a break?" you lightly chuckle.
"i don't know, i mean im almost done with writing my draft for this week"
you thought that being an author would been easy since it was something you always wanted to do, theres some days where your cooped up in the study and some days where you dont write for nearly a week. sometimes writing a romance novel is worse than an action novel, the plotline, character development, everything its too much, and seonghwa notices that.
"y/n, thats why its called weekly drafts. you're supposed to finish it in a week, not a day. your overworking yourself, just please lets take a break?" seonghwa says tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
i mean an hour break wouldn't hurt right? you think to yourself as you push up of your chair to stand.
"just for a little bit okay?" you say while seonghwa smiles. "but not anything tiring love."
seongwha takes your hand and pulls you out the study and hands you your favourite hoodie and earmuffs.
"does a midnight stroll sound good?' he asks.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🫧 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
walking hand in hand around han river, is most definitely the break you needed. the sound of crickets and the leaves blowing, it was relaxing.
"should we make a stop at a convenience store?" seongwha said swinging arms as you held hands. "hmm? i think i could do with something to drink" you smiled.
at the convenience store you and seongwha bought your ultimate favourite childhood drink, ramune.
bleggh.. "i dont remember it tasting like this you" said laughing. seongwha pulled his face as he drunk from the bottle.. "i think they.. cough .. changed the recipe" you both burst out in laughter. the laughter continued as seonghwa had hiccups and could barely speak a sentence without being cut off "should we.. hiccup.. get some rice crack..hiccup..-ers?"
you were almost on the floor in tears. upon leaving the store you noticed that there was a claw machine outside that had hello kitty and dear daniel, the most iconic sanrio couple other than kurmoi and badtz maru. you decided to quickly pull out some coins and try to win the plushies.
"should i help you darling?" seongwha said coming up behind you and placing his hand on yours. his hands were cold, but you didnt hate it. he used his hand to guide yours to the bag that hello kitty and daniel were inside, and within seconds the coldness of his hands filled yours with warmth. in that exact moment you though over and over again about how much you love seongwha. looking back at the time you first met, it truly was not a coincidence.
you were walking down the busy street of gangnam to get to your book signing event when you accidentally bumped into someone. your ipod played fell to the floor and so did his. you apologised to him and picked up your ipod before beginning to rush again. " excuse me, you have my ipod !" he shouted. you turned around and ran back to him to trade your ipods and laugh at how your both listening to the same song. "i see you like daniel ceasar too" he laughed. you smiled before beginning " i really have to run, but im really sorry about bumping into you, i hope the rest of your day is better" you said getting further away from him.
"but this just made my day the best" he whispered under his breath watching as you disappeared through the crowd, and luckily enough you ran into each other again.
you were taking a bus to gimpo airport in seoul when you sat down in front of him him. he watched over your shoulders as you looked for a song to listen too.
"i suggest best part by daniel ceaser" he said trying his hardest not to look like a creep. you immediately smiled when you saw his face and the ipod in his hands. he was hard not to forget, little studio ghibli stickers on it. "you have nice music taste" you replied putting the song on still smiling. "where are going with a suitcase?" he asked. "oh im leaving to japan for a few days for my book signing event."
"what books have you written, i might have one" he said showing the tote bag he had with him. "well i've written quite a few.." as you go on about the names of the books you've written you watch how his face lights up. "your her? the y/n?" he says shocked. you smile a little embarrassed. "im headed to the airport to get my book signed by you, because i was to late the last time." he said pulling one of your books out.
wow, to think that he would be a fan of yours is unbelievable i mean, he looks sweet, nice hair, gorgeous eyes... as you continued to think about every feature of his you realised just how pretty he was. to call him pretty was even an understatement.
"well i wouldnt mind signing one now.." you smiled lightly.
"actually.. could you also .. um.. could i have your number. not like a fan but i'd really like to get to know you sometime or take you out to dinner." he said getting embarrased and avoiding eye contact.
"id love that."
while in japan you and seongwha texted for hours, sharing the same timezone made it easy as well. and when you got back from japan he picked you up from the airport and took you to that promised dinner date. you talked throughout all the seasons, summer, autumn, winter and spring. the only thing that did change between those seasons were your feelings for eachother and the next thing you knew it was winter 2022 and seongwha and you were outside walking in the snow, planing to go ice skating, when he took your hand in his and spoke, "y/n its cold right?, but im not cold at all, my hands may be cold and so could my face, but my heart is warm and thats because of you. you've made every season have a new meaning behind it, summer used to just be 'summer', but now summer is when i spend my days at parks with you, reading, having a small picnic and when i least expected it. you were apart of more than just seasons, you invaded my everyday life. id walk past a flower shop and notice tulips and buy them out of impulse because they reminded me of you. i'd think of things that reminded me of you, till you were all i thought about. i loved the way your voice echoed through the back of my mind when i missed you most, or when i still felt the lingering kiss you left last winter as an 'accident'. well, if this is an accident i apologise but y/n, i love you, everything about you, would you allow me to be yours?" you would cry if you could, but you were afraid of your tears freezing. "seongie..i'd love that.. i love you" you say sniffiling the tears back. he placed his cold hands on your cheek pulling you in for a loving kiss. "thats not an accident right?" he said. you laughed "no.." and all of a sudden the coldness in his hands turned to warm.
"love?" he called out to you, waking you up from daydreaming. "i got the plushies" he said smiling and holding out the bag to you. you kissed his cheek "thank you seongie, you're too sweet !" you took the bag from him, as well as took his hand yet again. "lets go back?" he hummed a response.
while walking back seongwha suggested you sat down at a bench for a bit.
"y/n love, remember this?" he said pulling out his airpods and putting one in your ear as the melody finally hit you.
'I just wanna see I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part'
you smiled as you turned to face seongwha, stars from the sky reflecting in his eyes. seongwha softly sang along while intertwining his fingers with yours. "what should we have for dinner, sweet tteokbokie or spicy?" you looked at him intently, before leaning over and giving him a soft kiss.
"sweet, id choose sweet anyday"
end note: hihi ^^ i finished this quickly so i could focus on school so im sorry if this is a bit rushed, but i hope you enjoy! please dont forget to reblog to help me get more recognition as im a new! you may leave kind criticism !
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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i'll wait forever..
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🫧 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
includes ; hongjoong x reader, your ex boyfriends brother trope, hongjoong has been in love with you for months, confessions, fluff and a little speck of angst pet names: princess
a/n ; i literally wrote this on call with my friend while we were just fooling around writing diary entry's and i decided to edit and publish it !
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summary: your boyfriend seongwha cheated on you hours before and you thought you needed some air, so while you sat on your porch at night taking in the silence, you received a visitor.
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you sat out on the porch of your house. you needed air, and a lot. this would probably be the most agonising night you'd ever have... he cheated. seongwha cheated.. and not with just anyone... the girl he told you not to worry about.
while zoning out with the cold air and silence you heard a knock on the window and turned to see where its from..
"y/n.. are you okay?' it was hongjoong. seongwha's younger brother.
"did he send you here." you replied sternly. 
"no, i came here on my own"
"well you shouldn't have."
"i brought you your favourite snacks" he said lightly throwing a basket with a pink bow to your poarch. 
"...." 
"where my thank you?" he said.. i could hear the smile in his voice.. the smile that always taunted me when i was over... the smile i fell for. 
"thank you.."  
"so, can i come up?" he said already almost at top
"i dont mind.." you replied.
your breath hitched as he got closer to the top.. his blue hair glowing under the moonlight.. you immediately felt comfortable..you were safe with him.
"why are you crying, princess?" 
"hongjoong.."
he sat next to you, taking your face in both of his hands. 
"your going to be okay"
you cried.. cried.. and cried and who sat there for you while i cried. hongjoong..
"princess.." he said, you could hear the worry in his voice 
"dont cry over a man who didnt deserve you" 
"but he was the only man who made me feel like i was worthy of being loved.." you replied wiping your tears.
"i guess you never looked my way.." he lightly laughed.
"what.." you said, breathless.
"y/n.. ive been here, ive loved you. i love your smile when you look at me, even if it was as just friends.. i love the way your laugh echoes through the walls even if it wasnt for me. i love when you dress up for pretty dates, dates i only wish i took you on.. y/n. ive loved you."
"... hongjoong"
"i know this isnt the right time and im sorry but i cant let you cry over someone so shitty..you only deserve the best.. even if its not me. i was and forever will be lucky to have loved a girl like you"
"..hongjoong.."
"i know its bad but-"
"hongjoong!... let me finish.." you sigh "i regretted ever moment i stepped into that house and it wasnt for you, every time i got dolled up i thought how you'd react. i only came on somedays cause i knew seongwha wouldnt be home.. i came there for you."
"... your not kidding right?" he said shaking
"hongjoong.. im not ready to be in another relashinship yet and especially with my ex's brother, but.. if your ever willing to wait for me, please do.."
"ill wait for as long as you need, ill sit up and watch the moon dissapear and the sun rise, id wait till the end of the earth if it means i get to love you"
you take his hand in yours, his hands are freezing. 
"should we head inside?" you ask pulling him up off the ground
"id like that" he says with that loving smile on his face
*bzz...bzzz* 
hongjoongs phone screen lights up 
 .hwa is calling
you look up at him signaling he can answer
"where are you" seongwha asks
"why do you care.."
" you better not be with her"
"sorry but he is, i mean..why wouldn't he be." you say into the phone, ending the call.
you take his hand and lead him inside your room. 
"do you need a hoodie?, your freezing" 
"..."
"what are you looking at me like that for you"
"your..wow."
"what" you say giggling
"y/n, im being so serious right now, but i dont think i can wait. please. "
".."
you lean up and give him a quick kiss on his check.
"wait just a little longer?"you say smiling up at him. 
he tackles you onto your bed, digging his face into your neck gigling.
"ill wait forever for you"
note: i know this was short but im working on another book right now and i just wanted to leave t his here, please be nice with the criticism, i didnt have much motivation to write this, as i said i wrote it for fun on call with my friend, thank you for taking the time to read this !
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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THIS IS ALREADY TOO GOOD... I CANT WAIT PART 2
ℳ𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 & ℳ𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 Pt. 1
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synopsis: you’re a nurse who finally got promoted to work with a psycho.
pairing: ateez hongjoong x afab reader
word count: 1.8k
genre: psycho au, fantasy au, possessed pirates au
warnings: minors DNI!, not really smut yet but def will be warned for the rest of the series - HONGJOONG IS A PERV, so theres some sexual and/or dark themes  -  if you are uncomfy about psychiatric hospitals - this may not be for you as I might mention a few things within the series to come.
Chapters: Part I, Part II
additional notes: hi :) wayvlocks here. just wanted to say thank you to those who commented and liked my last post about making this ff happen. tbh i am planning to make this into a series fyi so hopefully you guys are interested in seeing where it goes. idk how many parts there will be - i just kinda make this crap up as i go and as i please lol. i wanted to also mention to those of you who will want to actively read this series, that i am a full time college student. therefore, i really can upload when i can, im sorry - i just dont have the same set schedule every day/week. anyway, enough about me, read this ff (its what you were here for in the first place)
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You’ve been working at KQ Psychiatrics, in the outpatient clinic for a few years now, and you finally were able to get that promotion you worked so hard for. Years of pushing yourself more than ever, taking time off the clock to visit VIP patients, and even volunteering in the cafeteria paid off. Little did you know your promotion was an assignment change to work in the Special Cases department.
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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yunhos one is so funny oml 😭
Telling your ATEEZ boyfriend you got an exotic pet
Warnings: mild swearing
SeongHwa
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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ive never really liked books like these but the burning heat that overtook me is ungodly.. YOUR BOOK HAS SUCH A GRIP ON ME NOW ill come back to this at least every month... its so well written. idk i like how he was rough and im not into rough but i am now (?) ANYWAY new follower, because i want to read more of your work !
bonnie & clyde
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switch!reader x dom!hongjoong ft. ateez
smut | nsfw | mdni
gangster!hongjoong, switch!reader, reader is kinda bratty, cameo!ateez, 1 gun fight scene w/ 1 death of a nameless character (in a non seggsy setting), striptease, pet names, blood kink, some knife play (hongjoong cuts your underwear), fucking in a pile of cash, spit play, name calling (whore), hair pulling, tits slapping, possessive joong, honestly you both are just two psychos fucking
requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]
there's something so primal and enticing about your leader taking a life to protect the crew at all costs
[❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ + ❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜]
TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤
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They called you the pirates of the concrete seas. Bank’s safes were your treasure chests and the streets were your ocean. You were pillaging and robbing bank after bank. Outlaws always on the run, looking for the next big shiny thing. You always found the name kind of cheesy but in the end it suited your group pretty well. Not worrying about tomorrow, living off the money you stole and drinking until sunrise.
Hongjoong, your captain, reigned over the concrete seas like an almighty and ruthless king. He only had two things in mind. Keeping the crew together and get the gold.
That’s exactly what you were about to do.
When Yunho parked the van outside the bank. Hongjoong revised one last time the plan of action before everybody slipped on their mask. You felt the adrenaline course through your veins, keeping your head into unwavering focus.
You all worked like well oiled machinery. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing. Seonghwa and Yeosang were breaking into the safe. Jongho and San gathered the hostages. Wooyoung and Mingi stuffed the bags full of cash while you were in charge of communication. Making sure everyone played their role and the plan went accordingly.
Hongjoong had the most important role. He had to make sure everyone stayed calm. 
And when it went south Hongjoong was the one that had to make sure every single member of the crew came out unharmed. 
So when Wooyoung got caught one the guard as you were rushing out with the booty, Hongjoong had to step in. The guard held your younger crewmate one arm hooked around his neck, the other holding a gun to his temple. 
San threw a deadly eye to Jongho who let the guard slip out of his grasp. Wooyoung let a guttural cry as the guard pressed harder on his neck.
“Freeze” the middle aged man shouted. Aim alternating between Wooyoung’s head and Hongjoong standing right in front of him. The middle aged man was panting, large beads of sweat wetting his thick salt and pepper mustache.
“Let’s not do anything we could regret here” Hongjong said calmly, motioning for the rest of you to lower your weapons. 
“You’re all gonna stay put until the cops arrive” the man panted, his eyes darting between all of you. His finger on the trigger became dangerously tense.
“Let him go” Hongjoong ordered in a stern yet tranquil voice.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT” the guard shouted, pressing the canon of the gun into Wooyoung’s forehead, his hands desperatly clawing at the man’s forearm around his neck.
The sudden yelling made one of the bank employees cry and the guard turned his head to the noise. Breaking eye contact with Hongjoong was a fatal error.
The captain didn’t hesitate one second. He lightly tipped his face to the side and Wooyoung knew what to do. He imitated him and in a split second, the booming sound of Hongjoong’s weapon clattered in the large hall and the guard's face was ornamented with a gaping hole, blood splattering all over Wooyoung’s masks and clothes. The lifeless body thumped on the ground, waiting to get cold as you all rushed to the van.
You felt the adrenaline when Yunho was punching the gas and the van slalomed between the police cars and eventually lost them. That feeling of euphoria when you all took off the masks to laugh and shovel the cash out. This time there was enough that you could all bathe in it. 
You were all playing in it. Mingi was shuffling the bills in his face while Yeosang and San danced in it. Crystal clear laughs resonating in the huge room.
Even Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten about the dried up blood on his clothes.
Then Jongho called from the big entry.
“Guys, let's go order some drinks” he yelled. All of the crew followed lead by Yeosang with you on their heels.
“And where do you think you’re going?” The captain asked as he put down his gun on the table.
“I was gonna go get a drink” you spoke. 
“No i don’t think you are”
The captain’s face was unsoundable. Emotions perfectly gate kept behind his glacial features staring at you blankly.
Hongjoong motioned at Seonghwa, still waiting for you at the entrance to leave. So he gave you one last smile and closed the heavy door behind him.
Soon the laughs faded and you two were left in complete silence.
“Come here” Hongjoong motioned you to come closer, curling his index finger.
Hongjoong liked the adrenaline. It gave him a high that was incomparable to any other. Except one, the kind of high he could only experiment with you. 
You approached him slowly, taking your time to prance to him like a panther about to pounce. 
Hongjoong’s impenetrable face let through a small smirk pulling lightly at his lips.
“You asked for me, Captain?” you asked, voice already soaking with seductiveness.
“ Yes I want you to do me a favor” You lift a quizzical eyebrow. “Go over there” he pointed at the pile of wrinkled bills in the middle of the big hangar.
“Dance for me”
Hongjoong said before turning on slow sensual music from the speaker settled on the small table.
That was unexpected but you gladly obliged.
You reached the pile of money and started to seductively dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your hands gliding from your thigh, slowly up your stomach and past the side of your breasts to rub your neck. 
“Yes that’s it baby”. Hongjoong slowly walked up to you. Admiring you dance for him. The dance went he felt himself grow thicker for you.
“Strip” he ordered. Voice firm. Already a little lower than his usual tone. It reminded you of the voice he took before shooting that man right in the face and you felt your stomach stir in excitement.
You reached out for the hem of your tank top but Hongjoong clicked his tongue.
“Slowly baby. Nice and slow”
So you opted for the strap of your top instead. Slowly pulling at it.
“Yesss” Hongjoong pulled on the word, dragging it off his tongue.  “Just like that” 
He started to palm himself through his denim jeans. Rubbing circles on his member becoming more and more constricted in his clothes.
One by one you stripped out every article of clothing until you were only left in your underwear.
By the time you were done Hongjong’s cock looked like it was about to rip out his pants. 
“Did I tell you to stop ?” 
You could have gone back to slowly unclasping your bra but you didn’t. You didn’t feel like being good today. You wanted to infuriate him.
When Hongjoong saw you weren’t moving an inch he started to smirk. Even if it was fun to play with a good girl there was something so empowering in breaking you into his will. Resorting to any means to make you snap, to make you beg for him.
Taking his fate into his own hands was Hongjoong’s specialty after all.
He walked to you as you provocatively held his glacial gaze fixated on you. 
His fingers grazed over your forearm going up your limb and reached your neck. His touch was gentle, lifting goosebumps on your naked skin. He gently wrapped his hand on your nape, pulling your face closer to his, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” he whispered, lips pulling into a wicked smirk, his grip onto your nape growing stronger.
The hot air in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his cool tongue slide over your ear, producing the lewd wet noises you loved so much. Already you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.
“Shut up and kiss me already” you whispered, your fingers digging into his side. You didn’t really deserve it but you also knew Hongjoong couldn't resist you.
Immediately Hongjoong stepped back to have a good look at your face. You looked exactly like him, insatiable. That was why you two were such a good match. 
The Joker and Harley Quinn.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours. Your two bodies immediately going up in flames, burning passion coursing between you. You dug your nails further on his back, he smiled at the familiar sting while his hand left your nap to untangle around your hair. He gave a sharp pull earning a moan from your playful lips. You immediately retorted by catching Hongjongs’s bottom lips between your teeth. Hongoong groaned and smirked as you bit harder. Until you tasted his blood on the tip of your tongue. He immediately tightened his grip around your hair, pleasure burning on your scalp while his other hands pushed your hips onto his. 
“Hmmm” Hongjoong moaned against your lips. Hand gliding from the small of your back to your thigh to your clothed center. Slender fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive area. “My angel is not in the mood to be a good girl, is she?” he said, as he licked his own blood off your stained lips.
“No” you said with assurance. Pushing him as he stumbled back into the huge pile of wrinkled bills. You continued your infernal carousel by straddling him. You started to unbutton his white shirt that joined his fur coat laying at his sides. You licked your way down leaving a trail of burgundy kisses on his chest. 
You started to palm him through his pants. You would have wanted to make him wait a little linger but you just couldn’t inflicted that to yourself. You wanted to see it. Without waiting anymore you unzipped his pants to get the aching member out. It joyfully sprung free before your avid eyes.
“So eager for me, angel?” Hongjoong mocked. You hated that he was right.
You grabbed the base with one hand while the other one teased the leaking slit at the head. One finger sliding up and down the head making Hongjoong hiss at every slow touch. 
You briefly let go of the hand holding the base to spit in your palm and started jerking him off. Hongjoong growled as he felt the warm saliva mixing with his precum. 
You snickered malovently when he started to pulse in your hand. Taking a malicious delight to slow down everytime he became more vocal. Driving him to the edge of sanity. Exactly where he feels comfortable, he’s been flirting with this edge since birth. Just as you have too. Two psychotic minds finding each other in folly.
Soon he can’t hold back anymore. His hand fly to yours catching them in a strong grip. You lift your eyes to meet his. He’s absolutely feral. Looking back at you like a rabid wolf. You’ve done it, you woke the beast. A side of him that was only for you. Only you who could bear to look in the face of his darkest side. The side that relished to hold the right of life or death at the end of his gun. That enjoyed spilling blood.
He grabbed the small knife strapped to your thigh with one movement he slipped the blade under between your breast cutting in a clean half your bra as it fell along your arms. He grabbed a handful of your breast while he slowly dragged the blade across your stomach. The cold metal lifted goosebumps on your skin until he reached your underwear.
You held your breath as he cut it, the blade running on your skin, lightly scratching you delicious, leaving a red trail behind it. He threw across the hangar the shreds of lace along with the blade. The metallic tinkling bouncing on the high ceiling.
With his newly free hand he grabbed you by the throat, a strangled moan leaving your mouth as anticipation pulled your lips into a smirk.
“I’m done playing” he growled, the threatening hold growing tighter. “Ride me now” he commanded as he pulled you up by the neck.
Your breath still restricted you manage to guide his length to your drenched center. His grip only loosened when you sunk your hips. Hongjoong's cock gliding so smoothly inside you. taking its rightful place deep inside your little cunt.
“That’s it baby” he praised, letting go of your throat to grip your thighs. “Make me feel good with that pretty pussy of yours”
You instantly bounced your hips up and down along his shaft. You both moaned and groaned without restraint. The sinful symphony resounding in the hangar.
“Faster baby” he ordered as he pinched one of your nipples. The burn encouraged you and you settled at a brutal pace. The familiar build up in your stomach rapidly progressing. You felt Hongjoong's thighs tighten under your own and you knew he was close too.
“Hongjoong… I’m-” you moaned. But as your mind went blank almost giving up to the pleasure you were interrupted. By a harsh slap on one of your breasts.
“No you’re not” Hongjoong slapped your tits again.
The sharp pain taking you by surprise and brings you back to him. Before you could protest Hongjoong flipped you on your back and he was above you.
“You’re here to make me feel good” he clarified as he entered you once again. You did not really have time to let the pressure go down. Pleasure picked up right where it left off. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he so deliciously filled you up again.
“Fuckkk” you cursed. 
“Look at me” he said, he pulled on your hair again. Making your eyes snap back to him. “You cum when I tell you too”
You were way too close to your release to talk back with words but there was still one thing you could do. 
Without even thinking in a sort of reflex you spat right into his face. Hongjoong’s shock pulled your lips into a satisfied smirk, an amused laugh almost escaping your lips but you don’t have time to.
“You fucking whore” he hissed though gritted teeth. 
Immediately he starts to fuck you as brutally as he can. His hips smashing into yours. fucking you so deep and could feel him hamerring the imprint of his cock into your brain forever.
“You’re mine” he growled while he wrapped his hand around your neck once again this time completely preventing you from breathing. Taking this vital resource away from you. Soon you feel lightheaded, you feel like your body is defying gravity, losing its anchoring in the solid earth. The unspeakable pleasure dulling your other senses. In this moment there's only him and you. You and your captain's mindless bodies floating in this sea of cash.
“Cum now. Whore” His voice commanded and you released all over him soaking him and the bills under you while he delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside you, lazily spilling out of your clenching walls when he pulled out.
After a while of catching his breath he looked back at you.
“Let’s meet with the others I really need this drink”
a/n: i struggled so much with this one. i hope it isnt too obvious but yeah for getting out of my comfort zone. please tell me if you enjoyed it it would make me sooo happy to know it didnt completely suck balls lolz anyways thank you for reading <3
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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like a prayer
i heard the phrase “til he starts believing in god” and just went in lmaoo
hongjoong x gn!reader
warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, missionary, some talks of religion but nothing serious it’s just for some context. religious things used in sexual manner so please do not read if you’re not cool with that. very much for my own amusement and indulgence
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all your life you had grown up in the church. your mother would take you every sunday and you even took catechesis once a week in order to complete your duty as a good samaritan. for a while it was what you believed in, but times change and perspectives change. you still respected the church but it’s just not your cup of tea.
but in this moment, you almost wished that you believed in god because you were seeing stars.
“oh god!” you mewled blissfully as hongjoong pounded into you. his gold chain dangled in front of you, the need to kiss him immediately overcoming you. swiftly you lightly pulled at the gold band to direct him to you lips, which he happily obliged.
one hand was in his hair and the other gripping onto his bicep, the one with his infamous “no1likeme” tattoo. truly there was no one like kim hongjoong because to you, he was your god. he was the only one that could get you to scream his name like a prayer.
he swallowed your moans and soon parted from your lips.
“you feel like heaven baby. made for my cock.” he spoke against your lips. he sensually rolled his hips into yours as if to make a point. you could feel every vein of his cock, your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell agape at the feeling. hongjoong chuckled darkly above you. “it’s like the universe sent you to me to be my cockslut.”
“f-fuck joong,” you panted out. “i need you to fuck me. please!” you cried out in desperation. “need you to fuck me dumb. need you to fuck me until i believe in god. please joong!”
he let out a small genuine laugh at your begging. no matter how many times he does it, he never gets tired hearing you wanting him, needing him, the same way he wants and needs you. with one soft peck to your lips, he immediately began to pound into your sopping hole with so much vigor.
“oh god, oh my god! fuckfuckfuck hongjoong! hongjoonghongjoonghongjoonghnng”
he thrusted into you so hard you swear you could feel him up your gut, but truthfully you don’t care. you were sure that your neighbors could probably hear too but that’s fine by you, it wouldn’t be the first time.
“come for me baby, come.” and with a final thrust, your orgasm took over your body, him coming soon after. hongjoong immediately holds you as you both ride out your highs and with one last kiss, he pulls out.
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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i need to speak to you... because what cupid arrow did you send my way for me to be giggling like this YOUR WRITING IS TOO GOOD!!
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𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 — ateez as types of kissers
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — fluff
𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 15+
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — p.sh xr, k.hj xr, j.yh xr, k.ys xr, c.s xr, s.mg xr, j.wy xr, c.jh xr
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — descriptions of kissing, san’s + woo’s is sort of intense
𝘸𝘤 — 801
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — love how i write these barely knowing how to kiss myself
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵" 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺!
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❥・ 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢 (성화)
Soft pecks slowly progressing into more. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but he can’t help but get lost in the feeling of your lips against his, your scent, your taste, you. His hands hold your own, intertwined and not wanting to let go. His eyes are softly shut, eyelashes fluttered against your cheek as he gathers courage to press his lips more firmly into your own. You didn’t understand what people meant when they say they felt sparks and you still didn’t, because with seonghwa you felt fireworks, sparkling in the sky above the both of you, just two lovers caught in their own world.
・❥・ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 (홍중)
A kiss with Hongjoong? Passionate. All emotions bursting from the seams into this one kiss. What he can’t say verbally, what he is too afraid to say, all being said in the passionate movement of your lips locked together. He hums in delight at the privilege of this, the intimacy he is allowed to have with you. He is telling you he is grateful, for you, for your love, for your time. He is telling you he will cherish everything, you, your love, your time, this moment.
・❥・ 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 (윤호)
Gentle. He towers over you, even as you sit across from each other on the couch, he still has to lean down to lock your lips together. Gentle kisses, gentle touches. One of his hands rests on your hip, while the other rests on the nape of your neck, guiding you as you dive deeper into the abyss that is Jeong Yunho. His lips are a bit rough, maybe even chapped, but nonetheless full against your own and just as dizzying as ever. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your clothes skin, a form of affection, small, but affection nonetheless. A saying of ‘I love you’.
・❥・ 𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 (여상)
Shy. His lips hover over yours, hesitant as if giving you a chance to back out. Even after months of dating, he is still hesitant. Your breaths mix together for a moment, before he finally closes the small bit of distance, a small gap, between the two of you. He let out a breath through his nose, a sigh of relief, like kissing you was his oxygen and he was really breathing for the first time. Breathing in real air, not the toxins floating around. Like he was home for the first time. In your arms, in your loving embrace.
・❥・ 𝘴𝘢𝘯 (산)
He leads. Hands exploring your body and his tongue your mouth. As soon as his lips make contact with your own, his tongue is darting out to swipe at your bottom lip, a silent request for entrance. You grant it to him, immediately engulfed with the taste of him, it’s dizzying and makes you weak in the knees. You relax, no you melt into him as he explores your mouth, leaving no ridge or edge undiscovered by him. He leaves you breathless as he pulls away, slightly biting at your lip as well. He revels in the way you chase after him for more and he is more than delighted to give you what you want.
・❥・ 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 (민기)
Awkward at first, neither of you know where to turn your head, the right pace at which to set it at, what to do with your hands. A mess at first for sure, but a mess full of love and giggles. Your teeth clash together more than once, not a pleasant feeling but it is something to laugh at later. But once you find what you both like, it’s perfect. A euphoric feeling to share such intimacy with someone you love like this, to be in such close proximity with your significant other. A perfect match.
・❥・ 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 (우영)
Wooyoung’s sort of a tease, he likes to brush his lips against yours, hovering over and pulling away when you move to lock them together. But when he gets bored of that, it’s needy. You’re needy. The both of you. Needy and impatient. Like you have the dire need to have each other or else something terrible would happen. Dramatic, but it works. Your hands are all over each other, yours in his hair and on his forearm, his on your hips and thigh. You’re each other’s oxygen, needed to breath, needed to live. Needed to survive.
・❥・ 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰 (종호)
Your lips mold together perfectly. He isn’t too rushed or too slow, too gentle or too rough, just perfect. He knows what you like, what you want without you having to tell him. He picks up your body language and adjusts his movements to make you more comfortable, holds your hand in his ever so gently, as if he’s afraid you’d break like a porcelain doll if he did anything different. He says everything he needs you to know in this kiss and although it may not last long, you get the message.
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jayzissleppy · 1 year
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oh em gee..................... i have no words.. THIS IS TOO GOOD. i really love your writing and the way you write paints a picture in my mind. glad to say im a new followed !
my precious doll…kim hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: angst, violence, manipulation, eventually some smut.
wrds: 2,762
warnings: slight corruption kink, pet names (reader gets called doll, whore and good girl), dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, praise kink, degradation, pussy slapping, breeding kink, protected sex (reader is on birth control)
synopsis: kim hongjoong was south korea’s most wanted criminal. He starts to take an interest in you after you visited his most famous strip club, making him ponder, what exactly a good lil girl like you were doing in his club.
A/N : I’m sorry if this a bit off, i wrote this with a fever LOL. I didn’t check for any grammar mistakes💀 I apologise english isn’t my first language, I’m trying to improve.😜
18+ MINOR DNI !!
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reblogs are highly appreciated <3
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Sweaty bodies blocked your path making you insanely frustrated. You just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. You wouldn’t have agreed to go, if your friends had told you earlier that this was one of many empires of the kim hongjoong. You groaned pushing another body out of your way while grabbing your phone out of your back pocket before looking at the screen instantly squinting at the brightness, the clock saying 1:26 am.
Putting your phone back into your pocket, you tried again to push yourself through the sweaty bodies of either cheating men or insanely attractive women. Your eyes roamed the room searching for your friends with no luck. You shook your head suddenly spotting one of your friends getting dragged into the VIP section of the strip club.
Honestly speaking you’d rather went to one of your grandparents bingo nights instead of being in this shit hole. Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder making your head turn way too fast for your liking. “Y/N did you see ava?” your friend evelyn asked panic evident in her voice. “i think she got dragged into the VIP section…why what’s up?” You asked internally ready to definitely panic and run away from here. “I don’t know if it’s true but-“ she leaned closer to whisper “-i heard hongjoong is going to arrive here soon.”
Your heart dropped at the mention of his name. Without saying another word you grabbed your friends wrist dragging her all the way to the VIP section. You were both going to walk in when one of the guards stood in front of you blocking your path. “Do you two have a single room booked?” He asked with a stoic expression. “Our friend is in there we just wanted to get her” evelyn anxiously chewed on her bottom lip. If hongjoong is really going to be here soon, god knows what would happen with these innocent people. “Sorry miss, can’t let you in unless you booked a single room.” His expression didn’t change one bit making you suddenly nervous as well.
“let’s go without her” evelyn and you finally found the exit, pushing the doors open. You inhaled the air of the cold summer night relaxing a bit. “no we can’t just leave her. She went in around 1:26 am, how long does those goddamn single rooms go.” You ran your fingers through your hair sitting down on the concrete floor of the parking lot. “i think around 30 minutes, fuck i told her to stay by my side” evelyn paced back and forth checking the time before pausing to look at you. “she’s going to be done in 10 minutes, I’ll wait inside for her. do you want my car keys?” Evelyn asked looking down at you. “sure, but please make it quick.” You stood up grabbing the keys of evelyns finger turning around to find evelyns car.
Her car was parked a bit further away from the entrance but you sighed in relief when you spotted her car. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” A man suddenly behind you, his words slurred and his eyes bloodshot red. “For fucks sake” you mumbled before gently putting the sharp knife, evelyn had on her keys, between your middle and ring finger. “what was that pretty girl?” He slowly walked towards you reaching to grab your wrist. “Such a pretty princess like you shouldn’t be here..” he whispered his breath reeking like alcohol and weed. You just tried to stay calm harshly pulling your wrist out of his grasp. The man was not having your behaviour, he quickly grabbed your wrist harsher. “Be a good girl and stay still..” he pushed you harshly against the cold wall making you groan.
As you were ready to stab the man in his side he got pushed off you by some man with a…. suit? You looked at the man confused before you heard a laugh behind the man. “That’s not how you treat a lady” the other man snarled at the man on the ground holding on his side. The injured man quickly scurried to his feet running away. You still held the knife tightly in your fist staring at the man that slowly walked up to you. The man in the suit walked away leaving you alone with this absolute stranger. He just wickedly smiled at you grabbing your hand with the knife before pinning it above your head. “I’m not going to try something on you doll, so there’s no need for the knife-“ he stops before whispering “-unless you’re into stuff like that.”
You just frowned at the man trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grasp. “Who even are you” you finally asked making the man grin. “Kim hongjoong, my pleasure doll” he said and watched your face turn from a frown to a shocked one. “you’ve got to be kidding me” you mumbled. There’s always only been stories about him, you’ve never seen him, hell you think no one has ever seen him really. ‘Fuck he’s handsome..’ you thought quickly shaking the thought away again. “and you doll, what’s your name?” you chewed on your bottom lip, not sure if you should lie or not even though you knew it would’ve been pointless. “Y/N” you said looking away from him suddenly feeling intimidated by his intense stare. He clicked his tongue before turning your head towards him. “Eyes on me when i speak to you doll.” He finally let go of your wrist making you sigh rubbing around your wrist. Hongjoong just stared at you making you anxious. You cleared your throat walking past hongjoong. He swiftly grabbed your arm making you stop in your tracks.
“what were you doing in my strip club doll?” He crooked his head smirked at your flustered expression. “my friends dragged me here” you replied before pulling away from his grasp. You just wanted to get away from this man, he was bad news, but fuck was he handsome. “you mean ava and evelyn, the two girls that seduced my security a couple months ago.” Hongjoong smiled circling you before stopping right in front of you. You looked at him confused, why the hell did he know their names? “why the fuck do you know their names?” You asked gritting your teeth. He just chuckled pulling out what seems to be his phone completely ignoring your question. After a moment if silence he finally decided to speak up, “your friends started talking to me doll” Hongjoong turned his phone to show you a picture of your two friends with him in the middle smirking. Ava had her hands flat on her boobs while Evelyn had an arm around hongjoong’s neck slightly kissing his cheek. You felt anger boil inside you, they told you it was their first time here not their second.
“Actually they told me about their very stuck up good girl friend” you frowned at him. “whatever” you said walking past him without getting grabbed again which you really appreciated in the moment. Once you reached Evelyns car, you sat down in the passenger seat leaning your head back closing your eyes. After calming your heart beat down you opened your fist you’ve been clenching since that scumbag tried to have his ways with you. You frowned once you saw a small piece of paper. Carefully opening the piece of paper you immediately rolled your eyes.
xxx-xxxxxx-xxx text me doll <3
Not knowing what to do you suddenly remembered you haven’t thanked him for helping you. Not that you wanted to use that as an excuse to text this insanely attractive man. You pulled your phone out and quickly saved him in your contacts.
Y/N
thanks for today btw….
Shutting off your phone you leaned back into the seat just wanting to get home as soon as possible.
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It’s been a week since you’ve met the man who’s name shall not be named. You confronted your friends the next day, them immediately apologising, telling you how they actually felt about you. You didn’t care that they thought you were stuck up and a good girl, you just didn’t find the idea of men all over you appealing. You long lost interest in the movie that was playing on your TV playing around your phone. Hongjoong hasn’t answered your text yet which upset you a bit. You phone suddenly pinged making you click the message without checking from who it was.
Hongjoong
you really are a good girl hm?
Y/N
is it so bad to have manners?
Hongjoong is typing….
Unconsciously smiling at his message you felt the butterflies reappear in your stomach.
Hongjoong
you love talking back to me doll, tell me have you been waiting for my message?
You stared at his message for a good amount of time. Was he a mind reader or something? What the hell was this guy doing to you. You had no idea and you really didn’t plan on finding out, after all he’s still a criminal.
Y/N
you wish😘
You couldn’t wrap your head around it. With a sigh you turned your phone off staring at the TV that was still playing the movie you long forgot about. Trying to concentrate back on the movie when suddenly you’re phone started ringing. You picked it up staring at the caller ID in shock.
Hongjoong is calling
You picked up the phone not sure what to say. “Hi” you manage to say after a couple of seconds. You heard hongjoong chuckle on the other end. “where’s that confidence now doll?” He asked and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice. “what do you want” you chewed on your bottom lip anxiety piling up in the pit of your stomach. “just wanna hear you say how desperately you waited for an answer doll” you blushed clearing your throat. “I didn’t wait for you hongjoong” hongjoong hummed into the phone. “say my name again doll” he purred. You swallowed the lump in your throat, the butterflies returning in your stomach. “hongjoong…” you whispered into the phone making him groan. “Good girl, see it’s really easy to be good and good girls get rewards, right doll?” You were a mess already, his voice was driving you insane. You couldn’t deny it anymore, you wanted him so bad. “w..why don’t you come over and give me my reward.” you mumbled not sure if he actually heard you. It was silent for a few seconds before you heard a long exhale on the other side. “Send me your address doll, I’ll be there.” With that he hung up making you feel excited but also nervous. You quickly texted him your address ignoring your inner voice telling you it was a bad idea.
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A knock on your door made you turn off your TV checking yourself out in the mirror one last time before opening the door. Hongjoong leaned against the doorframe with his right arm while his left hand was running through his hair. “Doll” he growled before pushing you inside the house closing the door with his foot. “you drive me to absolute madness doll” hongjoong pushed you against the door making you whimper. “Hongjoong…” you whispered in his ear as he leaned down to kiss down your neck. He sucked harshly on spot making you arch your back off the door, moans escaping your mouth. He pulled away to appreciate the bruises forming on your collarbone and shoulder. You whined grinding yourself on his leg that was holding you up against the door. “Impatient are we doll?” Hongjoong smirked down at you before slipping his hand into your pants gently cupping your cunt. “I’m gonna fuck the innocence out of you doll” he breathed into your ear suddenly plunging two digits into your dripping heat. You gasped grabbing his shoulders for support as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of you. Hongjoong stared at you his orbs almost turning black with lust, drinking in the way you clenched around his fingers, they way you moaned his name. He felt his dick twitch inside of his pants restraining against his boxers. “Fuck.. please hongjoong..” you whimpered as he deliciously hit your g-spot over and over again.
He pulled out of you leaving you whining in disapproval. Hongjoong quickly turned you around pulling your pants and panties down. He leaned his body forward to whisper in your ear “what do you want doll?.” He slightly teases your aching clit making you buck your hips to create some friction. “p..please fuck my pussy with your fingers…” you moaned as he pushed his digits back into your pussy, the wet squelches making him groan. “Fuck doll you’re so wet, and all for me.. what a good girl you are” you moaned at his words your mind hazy from the pleasure. Hongjoong started drawing circles on your swollen clit with his thumb, loving the way you sucked in his fingers. “F..fuck hongjoong…. I’m g..going to cum!” You sobbed as his thumb pressed harder on your aching clit. “Go on make a mess for me doll” he hummed grabbing your hip with his free hand harsher. With one last strangled moan you came around his fingers, hongjoong letting you ride out your orgasm. “Good girl” he growled turning you around again. You stared at him through half lidded eyes whining when he took of your shirt playing with your breasts. “can’t wait to absolutely ruin you doll” hongjoong hummed.
He pushed you on your bed before taking off his own shirt. He freed his aching cock from its restraints making your mouth water at the sight. You gulped a bit realising he was a bit bigger than you thought. He pumped himself a bit noticing you stare at him. Hongjoong smirked leaning down to slide his tip over your folds occasionally meeting your clit. “please hongjoong..” you were a mess, your mind thinking about nothing but his cock buried deep inside you.“tell me what you want doll.” He demanded slightly grabbing your throat, slapping your dripping pussy with his dick. “y..your cock… please… i want your cock” you mewled pathetically bucking your hips. Hongjoong smirking as he entered you, the stretch so delicious but painful at the same time. Hongjoong harshly grabbed your thighs preying them even more open. He then started to thrust into you after bottoming out completely. “shit your little pussy is so tight doll” he moaned his thrusts becoming more harsher and faster. You let out a scream when he hit your g-spot repeatedly. “hongjoong…feels so good..y..your cock so deep inside me” you babbled away your mind fogged up with pleasure and the way his cock fucked you into oblivion. “Yeah? my cock making you feel good doll? Hm?” He asked as if he isn’t rearranging your insides right now. “y…yes so good” you cried out a tear rolling down your cheek as you felt another orgasm building up. Hongjoong slapped your pussy a couple of times earning pathetic whines from you. “Hongjoong…i..i’m…going to cum a..again!” You yelled out as he didn’t slow down one bit. Hongjoong turned you both around so you were on top of him while he leaned back against the pillows. “Come on, fuck yourself on my cock doll” he groaned as you started to slowly go up and then sink back down on his dick. You soon found a comfortable rhythm your moans turning more louder each second that passed. “Just like that doll, oh fuck such a good girl” He moaned gripping your hips harshly picking up your pace a little. “P…please…hongjoong…” at this point you didn’t know what you were pleading for you just wanted to absolutely get wrecked by this man. As if he read your mind he held you above him thrusting upwards into you. “F..fuck hongjoong.. gonna..c…cum! Gonna c..cum!” You sobbed holding onto his wrist digging your nails into his flesh making him groan. “Again? greedy little whore” he hummed his thrust becoming more sloppy and erratic. You let out one more scream of his name, coming completely undone on his cock. “Fucking hell I’m going to fill this little pussy to the rim with my cum” hongjoong growled as he painted your walls white his hips stuttering. You slowly tried to catch your breath again falling forward on hongjoong’s chest. Hongjoong pulled his dick out of you making you whine feeling his cum sliding down your thigh.
“you did so good for me my precious doll”
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jayzissleppy · 2 years
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STOPP I'LL SOBB
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If puppy eyes was a person
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jayzissleppy · 2 years
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im more in love with the oc instead of jungkook, as a bisexual woman who leads more towards woman i found this shit so hot. the smiley, messy hair, SWEATS. JESUS i don't smoke, (i wouldn't mind smoking i've popped a vape a few times would do again but ive never done weed, id love to get my hands on some though) i don't know why but i find it so attractive when woman smoke weed like it turns me on. fuck. This book was amazing 1000/10 recommend ! Jungkook here too dear lord.
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Warnings: SMUT. (Age gap, Older!Jk,Jungkook x cute pothead reader, Huge mention of weed, unprotected sex, [don't do it unless you want to have a child and die.] Cussing, teasing, just sex tbh, domish jk??)
Jungkook visited your apartment you shared with your friends, you had something you can provide him with. And that thing is weed. Jungkook is 7 years older than you, you're 18 and he's 25. He met you when you were 15 and you were selling weed to him. Jungkook was a casual smoker, he did it for fun. While on the other hand you were a straight addict but for some reason it was hot. Jungkook knew he shouldn't find his crazy teen plug hot but you were.
Jungkook knocks at your door to be greeted by sana, who was the girlfriend of Yoongi who happens to be Jungkooks childhood best friend. She smiles as she pulls jungkook in for a huge, he's like her little brother.
"You looking for __?" Jungkook shyly smiles as he nods his head, he's not a big fan of talking.
" __ JUNGKOOK IS HERE SO GET YOUR ASS DOWN AND GET YOUR BAG, YOU STILL NEED TO PAY THE ELECTRICITY BILL IT'S YOUR TURN THIS MONTH." sana yells, of course she loves being loud and silly.
You come down quickly, in baggy black pajama pants, your short wavyish curly black hair nappy and crazy, your baggy black shirt with some kind of devil ritual lettering and your all black socks with your silly sheep plushie slippers. Jungkook notices your fit and smiles immediately. Of course you're just waking up looking like a cute hobo as if it's not 3:42 pm in the afternoon.
You look up at him, your sleepy face with tiny dark circles under your cute doe eyes. Your face lights up and bit but he can tell you wanna be in your bed slumped right now.
"Hey bro, before you say anything I got your shit ready don't worry. Also you get a little extras for the Halloween special" you smile as you say that. And FUCK jungkook loves the smiley piercing that shows whenever you smile. He's so whipped.
"Yeah thanks __, I appreciate it, also is it fine if I kick it here for a couple hours?" his cheeks blush up a bit, odd..
"Yeah of course fuzzy make yourself at home. Ima get your shit and be right down and get something to eat I'm still high as shit and got the munchies" you smile again and the same smiley piercing welcomes Jungkook even more. The little nickname "fuzzy" you gave him since you were 15 made his heart flutter. You were always a wonderful person to be around especially when he's feeling down.
Jungkook sits down on your couch, the couch where you and him smoked at least 400 blunts over the past year since you moved in, the same couch you told Jungkook you were bisexual, the same couch were you and your ex girlfriend broke up, the same couch you smoked so much you started spitting out all this gross liquid, the same couch were Jungkook realized how much you meant to him. It was just THAT couch.
Jungkook gets comfortable on the couch and it doesn't take you that long to come back with a bag full of goodies.
"Alright here's your stuff, the Halloween bag has a wax pen, 2 blunts and candy" you say while stuffing left over pizza from the crazy night you had last night down your throat, gulping down sprite you just randomly found on the little night stand next to the couch. You then let out a burp, you honestly didn't care who was around if you had to burp you're going to fucking burp. And Jungkook loves that about you. He loves that you just don't care about little things like that. He loves that you're real and don't try to sugarcoat anything and try to get validation from everyone else.
"Guys I'm going out with Yoongi, Soobin is at his mothers house and Chaeyoung and Taehyung went to this thingy since their twins and get to get free stuff if you bring your twin or whatever, so its just going to be you too" sana says as she waves her goodbyes, you guys wave back and nod your heads in confirmation that you got it.
"Wait Jungkook I'm going to go get something in my room I'll be right back" you say and get up to dash to your room, jungkook just nods. It's been a while and you're not back from your room yet, Jungkook gets up to head to your room, he's halfway there and can hear faint screaming. He automatically opens the door to your room, His eyes widen as he sees what's in front of him.
He walked into you changing. You're in nothing but a pair of boxers and a bra. Your tits looks so good, so big. Your ass is begging to be freed from those boxers. Jungkook can feel his cock stiffening in his sweatpants. His eyes meet yours. Your eyes widen a bit by not as much as his are.
"So are you just going to stand there and watch me change or.." you shy away, you look at Jungkook with the cutest eyes. Your eyes trail down his body and you notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants. You're so glad you're not the only one who's experiencing sexual tension.
"__ I uhm I-" he doesn't know what to say, his body is in fire and doesn't even know what to think at this point
"Your dick is up" he looks at his dick the looks at you, he's humiliated that you saw it.
"I'm sorry this isn't me it's just, I'm sorry I'll go now" he says as he's about to leave your room.
"do you want to touch me Jungkook? If so you can." His eyes widen, he looks back at you. And holy hell you're already stripping out of your boxers. You pull down your boxers and all he can see is your squishy thighs and your legs clenched together, covering any sight of your womanhood.
"__, you're not thinking straight, I uhm I think I'm going to just.." he looks back at you, you gave him 'That.' Look. The look that confirms that you both just have to do what you guys have to do.
Jungkook and you end up on your bed, completely naked. Jungkook toys with your pussy gently, dirty talking a bit to get you extra wet for him.
"Fuck your little cunt is so wet and pretty baby" Jungkook licks your skit and rubs his finger on your clit gently, he knows you're a virgin and new to this so he'll treat you with care.
"Mmh, Jungkook just put it in please" high pitched little whimpers escape your mouth as he works on your clit and outside of your pussy, making sure you're nice and wet for him since he is about a good 8.5 inches.
Jungkook hums as he grabs his erected cock and slaps your cute wet cunt with his tip, making you both moan at the feeling. He slides his tip up and down your slit making you whimper, waiting for the right time to enter your virgin hole.
Your face twitches cutely and your body wiggles a bit when you feel the tip of Jungkooks cock enter you, Jungkook feels his cock twitch the second he enters you.
"Fuck baby your greedy chubby little cunt trying to suck me in full, you think you can handle huge cock just yet baby? No, not when this is your first time sweetheart." He groans as he continues to open you up a bit pushing at least half of his cock inside of you.
"You can m-move now kookie" a tear falls from your eyes as he snaps his hips forward, his cock reaching a little too deep for your comfort. He notices and fucks into you ever faster and harder making you scream out his name and tell him to slow down but he just does the opposite.
"Fucking hell __, your pussy is taking me so well baby" he lifts your legs up over his shoulder, your walls clench and you get wetter, his cock fills you up so good. A little too good. The stretch he was giving you and the way his cock started to hit the perfect spots. Feeling nothing but pleasure and no more pain in your lower region.
"F-fuck your dick is so good p-please don't stop kookie!" you feel like you're about to pee but in a pleasurable way. Waves of pleasure hit you when Jungkook reaches for your throat and squeezes it a bit, he notices how your pussy clenches around him and the gush if wetness that he felt in his cock while he was basically ramming into your pussy.
Jungkook doesn't stop moving his hips, the way he groans and moans out your name makes your pussy flutter. The way his hand has a hold of your neck and the way he's pinching and playing with your nipple here and there makes you come to a climax.
"Mm- Fuck! Kookie ima, ima cum" high pitches sounds come out of your mouth, Jungkook goes ever faster and smirks when you scream when he hits that certain spot in your pussy.
"F-fuck cum baby, cum on my cock like the good girl you are" his hands go down to your clit and rubs it to bring you closer to orgasm. As soon as he hears this hot sound come out of your mouth and feels your cunt tighten, you cum hard on his cock. The sight of you cumming so hard for him had him reaching his own orgasm, squirting his release all inside your sensitive cunt.
Heavy breathing was heard all around the room. It took a fat minute to realized you just had sex not just for the first time but with you long time crush Jeon Jungkook. And being honest you can't believe you let him dom you, you have to dom his ass back just to feel the girl queen pussy boss power.
"I can't believe we just had sex oh my God. And don't think you're getting any free weed or anything just cuz I let you hit mister" you say jokingly. You were about to crack another joke but you feel Jungkooks muscular heavy tatted arm wrap about your waist. He pushes you closer to him and gives you a sweet kiss. Your eyes widen but you give into the kiss within a couple of seconds. You can taste a bit of weed and sweet frosting while kissing him, it feels like heaven.
• Let's just say they end up dating and start making a lot of love•
(Sorry for the sudden rush at the end, its my first "long" smut I guess)
Thank you for reading!!
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jayzissleppy · 2 years
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LETS TALK. first who possessed you to write such a good book, my eyes would've been rolling but bro they kept fluttering shut. SOMETHING POSSESSED ME I STARTED GIGGLING AT HOW THIS BOOK HAD ME I WAS LIKE "dam, he just did that" and giggled, you bet im reading this tomorrow as well and the day after.
Firsts
A Vows drabble, rest the rest here.
Yoongi’s your husband, you don’t have to seduce him, do you?
Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Arranged marriage AU, smut
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Sex, swearing
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You knock, tentatively, on the door of your new husband’s study, and wait for the muffled ‘Come in’ before you push the door open.
Yoongi looks up at you, brow slightly furrowed behind his glasses.
‘I didn’t know you wore glasses,’ you blurt out, your mouth to brain connection firing before you can stop it.
‘When I have a lot of screen time,’ he says, neutrally. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’
Thankfully you’ve managed to control what comes out of your mouth, because the answer to his question is that you want him.
You’re horny and he’s your husband and you think you should involve him because it’ll be a lonely rest of your life if you don’t.
‘Just came for a visit,’ you say.
Yoongi stares at you, expression blank except for what looks like barely concealed impatience in his eyes.
Oh right, you’d forgotten he hates you.
But he likes sex, doesn’t he? Surely he’d like to have sex with you at some point.
You approach his desk and stand awkwardly in front of him.
‘Nice picture,’ you say, nodding to the wedding picture he has on the side table under the window.
It’s not. It’s not a nice picture. You’re smiling vacantly, and Yoongi isn’t even bothering to look happy about any of it.
Your hair looks good, at least.
‘Do you think so?’ Yoongi asks. His voice is deep, you can’t read any emotion from it but it does make you feel even hornier because it’s sexy.
Your husband is so fucking sexy, even if he’s an asshole.
You step a bit closer, rounding his desk to where he’s sitting.
Yoongi stays put even when you perch on the desk next to where his right arm is resting.
His eyes don’t leave your face.
You shift a little so your bare thigh brushes his sleeve.
Shit, why does he always wear so many clothes? He’s always in long sleeves, a suit, trousers, every inch of him covered and he still somehow makes you want to jump his bones.
‘What do you want?’ he asks, and the words are impatient, but there’s something about his tone that makes you look closely at him.
He hasn’t moved even though you’re practically sitting on his arm.
‘I wanted to know —’
You trail off. You wish you’d planned this better, or at all.
How can you seduce a man who hates you? It’s not like you’re some siren. Shit, you don’t even know whether he’s attracted to you.
You’ve never let on that you find him attractive, either.
Yoongi cocks a brow at you.
‘That’s a nice shirt,’ you say, a little lamely.
It is a nice shirt, a pale blue that compliments his skin tone, but fuck, you’d rather see it off him.
‘Did you come in to praise everything in my study?’ Yoongi asks. His face is still blank, voice still neutral, but there’s a spark of something in his dark eyes.
‘Yes,’ you say, deciding to go for it. ‘I like your trousers too. They’d look better off.’
Yoongi makes a sound halfway between a snort and a cough, like he can’t decide if you’re funny or not.
Now you’re embarrassed, because it feels like he’s laughing at you.
Shit, you’re terrible at this.
‘Forget it,’ you say. You get up, and head for the door. You’ve put your hand on the handle when he finally speaks.
‘Wait.’
You stop dead at the door, but you don’t turn around. Your face burns, even the tips of your ears feel hot.
Your husband says, slowly and clearly, ‘Turn around.’
When you turn, he’s still sitting at his desk.
‘Come back here,’ he says.
Your hand’s still on the door handle.
He tilts his head at you.
‘Please,’ he says. ‘Come back here.’
You walk back to him.
As you approach, he pushes away from his desk, swivels his chair to face you.
You stop in front of him, and he’s looking up at you, eyes fixed on your face again.
‘What do you want?’ he asks, softer now. ‘Tell me, I want to know.’
You search his gaze, then decide to risk it. You have nothing to lose, even if your sexy husband turns out to be terrible in bed.
You don’t think he’s going to be terrible, his reputation precedes him. Or so you’ve heard.
‘I want you,’ you tell him, so quiet you think he doesn’t hear you.
He’s still looking at you, head tilted. ‘Show me.’
You’re confused.
There’s the ghost of a smile on his lips as he says, voice lower now, ‘Show me how you want me.’
You have no idea what to do, so you scoot forward, kneel in front of him.
The last man you dated liked blow jobs.
Yoongi reaches out, and his fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face to his. It’s only your face, and yet it’s the most intimate way he’s touched you, ever.
His words take you by surprise. ‘You’re not a virgin are you?’
You wonder what answer he wants from you.
‘I’m not,’ you say, truthfully.
Yoongi nods. ‘So you’ve done this before?’
His line of questioning is confusing you, your face is so hot you don’t think there’s blood flow anywhere else in your body.
‘I’ve had sex,’ you tell him.
‘So you’re not shy because of what we’re about to do?’
Yoongi’s hand is still under your chin, you jerk it out of his grasp.
‘I’m not shy,’ you say, defiant.
‘Your face is on fire, pretty girl,’ Yoongi drawls.
You’ve never been treated like this before. You’ve as much admitted you want to have sex with him, and Yoongi’s toying with you like he’s not interested.
Like he’d rather tease you than fuck you.
‘Hey,’ Yoongi says. ‘As much as I like your face this close to my cock, I’d prefer to be kissed first.’
You glare at him, torn between irritation and desire.
There’s something about his taunting tone that makes you want to kill him. And fuck him.
Yoongi smirks at you as he takes his glasses off.
You realise he’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist, you don’t remember when he put his hand on you.
You press your hand on his thigh, and lean forward.
The bastard doesn’t move an inch, makes you do all the work.
His eyes close as you get closer to his face. His lips are softer than you expected. A sigh escapes you as you start to pull away, and this time, it’s Yoongi who moves.
He leans into you, capturing your lips again, kissing you, long and sweet.
You lose track of time as you kiss again and again. You learn what he tastes like when he licks into your mouth. You learn he makes noises, deep in his chest, as he kisses. He’s good at kissing, but even better than that, he’s good at finding out what you like.
You’re a little dazed when you come up for air, half in his lap, knees hurting even though there’s a rug because you’ve been kneeling all this time.
Yoongi rests his forehead against yours. It’s oddly intimate. His hand’s still around your wrist, he hasn’t touched any other part of you.
You realise you want him to.
He swallows, clears his throat. ‘Who knew all I had to do was kiss you to get you soft like this?’ he asks.
‘Not soft,’ you say, brain to mouth firing again before you can control it. The words come out breathy.
He just laughs, low, a rumble in his chest. ‘Have you seen my bedroom?’
***
You’ve never been to Yoongi’s bedroom, even though it’s the next door down from yours.
You hang back a little as he walks through a cosy-looking living room, slides open a door to reveal his bed.
It’s all neutral colours, soft carpeting, warm.
Totally the opposite of the cold personality he’s displayed to you since you wed.
‘Is this the killing room?’ you ask, in a stage whisper.
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says, deadpan. Then he scoffs. ‘Please, I’m not going to kill you until I get to see what you look like when you cum.’
‘That’s what all the serial killers say,’ you shoot back.
You stop two feet away from him.
Yoongi’s leaning against the door to his bedroom, arms crossed.
‘I thought you wanted me to fuck you,’ he says, raising a brow at you. ‘You gonna shut up and make it worth my time?’
You want to slap the sneer off his face, but god help you, you want him to fuck you more.
You step closer to him, turn your back.
‘Can you unzip me?’
His hand tugs the zip tab down. It’s so quiet in his room that the sound seems loud.
You reach up to slide your shoulders out of the dress.
Yoongi’s quiet behind you, his breathing slow, even.
The dress drops to your feet, and you step out of it.
Yoongi says, ‘turn around.’
You’ve worn new lingerie especially for this, white because you thought the colour might appeal to him.
You look at Yoongi as his eyes rove over your body.
You can’t get a read on him at all.
He goes over to his bed, leans back on his arms.
‘Show me how you get yourself off,’ he says.
You sit next to him on the bed.
You’re so self-conscious you could scream.
Is this what sex with your husband is going to be like? He barks orders at you and you comply if you want him to fuck you?
You hadn’t expected tenderness, but you hadn’t expected this either. He doesn’t seem interested in you sexually at all.
His bedroom had seemed so warm when you first walked in but now you feel cold.
You shiver a little, and Yoongi puts an arm around you.
‘Funny, you seem so bold usually, telling me what to do, pulling stunts to embarrass me, and now, when I’m so hard for you I’m hurting, you want to be shy,’ he muses.
Your eyes fly to his and you wonder if you’ve misheard.
‘You said you weren’t a virgin,’ Yoongi continues, ‘but you’re acting like you haven’t done this that much.’
He’s not wrong.
His fingers are tracing the tops of your breasts, playing with the strap on your bra.
‘What do you like, brat?’ he asks.
His hand cups your breast, squeezes gently, thumb rolling over the peak of your nipple.
There’s a surge of wetness between your legs, and you suck in a breath.
Yoongi hums. ‘Sensitive,’ he murmurs. He turns you to him, leans down, drags his tongue over your nipple, wetting it through the thin layer of lace.
You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning.
He touches your other breast as he licks, plucking at your nipple.
He reaches behind you to unfasten your bra with a deftness that speaks of experience.
You’re thinking about that when his lips fasten over your nipple, and all thoughts fly from your head.
Yoongi presses kisses to your breasts, suckling, nibbling, licking, until you’re moaning, pliant in his arms.
His hand passes circles over your waist, moving so slowly it’s maddening.
Your clit throbs, and you’re so wet you’re worried about dripping onto his very soft sheets.
‘Yoongi,’ you murmur.
He looks up from your chest, lips full and swollen from how he’s been sucking at your tits.
His hair’s mussed from you running your fingers through it, his pupils blown.
Your husband looks so fucking sexy you almost can’t believe he’s real.
‘Can you touch me?’ you ask. ‘Please?’
He’s got the audacity to smirk at you. ‘Where, baby?’
You grab his hand and put it between your legs.
He closes his eyes as his fingers explore. ‘Fucking fuck,’ he swears, and you startle at his voice.
He almost sounds — angry?
You don’t realise your thighs have tightened over his hand until he pushes them apart again.
‘I swear sometimes when I’m fucking,’ he tells you. ‘I’ll try not to do it if you don’t like it.’
He presses a finger into you, and your thighs tighten again.
‘Christ, did I hurt you?’ he asks.
‘No,’ you squeak. ‘And I—- ah—‘
You bite back a moan. ‘I don’t mind if you swear. It just sounded like you were angry.’
Yoongi drops his head between your breasts, muttering something that sounds like another curse.
‘I’m not angry, baby,’ he tells you, very gently. ‘I’m trying my hardest not to rush you, but you’re so fucking pretty and so fucking —- responsive that it’s hard.’
He says, ‘I just want you to enjoy this as much as I am.’
‘I like it,’ you reassure him, hand on his chest.
Yoongi huffs out a breath. ‘You’re going to kill me.’
This time, when Yoongi slips his finger into you, he lowers his lips to yours, kissing you with what feels like tenderness. His finger moves in your wet heat, sending tendrils of pleasure through you.
You realise you’re moving your hips in response, bucking up into his hand.
Yoongi’s lips flutter down your neck, making you feel heated, flushed.
His thumb presses circles against your clit, firm, confident.
You push away another unwanted thought about the other women he’s done this with.
Your thighs tighten as the tension builds, until every movement of his hand makes you cry out.
‘Yoongi!’ you plead, and he lowers his head to mouth at your breasts.
He tongues your nipple, and the coil within you snaps in a wave of pleasure.
Yoongi keeps a steady pace, doesn’t try to change it up, lets you ride out your pleasure until you lay back, boneless, spent.
You barely register he’s left until he comes back with a glass of water for you.
It’s cool, exactly what you needed.
You touch his arm, aware that there’s a reciprocity to these things.
‘Can I,’ you stop, then start again. ‘Can I make you feel good too?’
He looks at you for so long you feel like covering up, exposed under his gaze.
‘You do make me feel good,’ he tells you. ‘I hope you’re not just offering because some dumb asshole made you think you owed him anything for making you come.’
You blink at him, hesitant.
‘Don’t you want me to make you come?’ you ask.
‘Do you want to?’
‘Yeah,’ you say, and you realise you do. You want to make him fall apart like he did to you.
He’s still fully dressed. You put your hand on his chest, to steady yourself as you undo his shirt.
Your husband has a beautiful chest. He’s slim, toned, the muscles in his arms more defined than you were expecting.
He lets you take his shirt off, helps you with his belt.
As you help him slip his trousers off your hand brushes against his length.
He’s deliciously hard.
You look up at his face as you run your hand over his cock again, firmer this time.
Yoongi hisses.
You tug his boxer briefs down. Your husband is a beautiful man, it stands to reason he’d be beautiful all over, so you’re not surprised that he has a gorgeous dick.
He’s thick, perfectly straight, with a vein running along the top of him that you have a sudden urge to run your tongue along.
Yoongi curls his fingers around his cock, and you're leaning down to take him in your mouth when he stops you.
‘Can I fuck you?’ he asks.
‘Can you?’ you ask, feigning innocence, a little shit just because you can.
Yoongi lets out a half-laugh, half-groan.
‘Stop tempting me to punish you, brat. I’m trying to be soft with you.’
He pauses, then he says, ‘it’s our first time together, after all.’
It’s unexpectedly sentimental.
You feel churlish for all your thoughts about Yoongi and other women.
He hates you, but he wants your first time sleeping together to be special.
Like he knows that it’s important to you, in your heart of hearts.
‘Why did you order me around?’ you ask, as he lays beside you on the bed, touching your arm.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes.
‘I thought you might like it,’ he says. ‘Isn’t that why you’re a brat to me? Because I haven’t shown you yet that I’m the one in charge around here?’
‘You’re not in charge,’ you say, defiant. ‘We’re partners.’
Yoongi laughs, mocking. ‘I’m in charge, sweetheart. In this house, in this marriage and —‘
He leans close, lips brushing your ear. ‘Especially in this bed.’
You’re about to sit up when he leans over you and kisses you. It’s different from before, more demanding. His tongue licks into your mouth, and you moan over how good it feels.
You realise he’s touching your breasts again, palming the weight of them in his hands as he ruts into you.
Oh shit.
The feel of his cock between your legs, hard and insistent, makes your empty cunt pulse.
He grinds his hips against yours, the pressure against your clit so good you’re pleading with him not to stop before you even process what you’re going to say.
He lowers his hand to push his fingers into you again, scissoring, stretching.
‘Open your eyes,’ he says, voice so deep now you can barely make out the words.
Your eyes open, and Yoongi says, ‘good girl. Look what a good girl you are.’
You look down as he pushes into you, hard and thick and full.
He fits like he was made for you.
He lifts your legs to his shoulders, the change in angle making him feel so deep, pressing against your clit so well you’re halfway to cumming before he leans down to lap at your tits.
And then you’re lost, crying his name as you pulse around his cock. He thrusts, hard, groaning, filling you with his warmth.
You lower your legs, and he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair.
As you fall asleep you think, distantly, that it’s a shame you hate each other, because you could really get used to him fucking you like this.
***
You wake to bright sunlight and Yoongi staring at you, lips in a straight line.
He almost looks — angry?
You’re probably misreading his expression, like you did last night.
You smile, remembering last night. ‘Hey,’ you say, stretching languidly on the bed.
He doesn’t return your smile.
‘Did you do this?’ he asks.
You feel uncertainty start to bloom in your chest.
‘Do what?’ you ask.
‘The tender for the Synovo contract was awarded to your father’s company this morning,’ Yoongi grits out, clipped.
‘It’s what I was working on last night, before you distracted me.’
For a moment you just stare at him, uncomprehending.
‘You think I seduced you to distract you so my father could get the Synovo contract?’ you ask, finally.
‘Did you?’ Yoongi asks.
In truth, you’d had nothing to do with it, but you can’t expect Yoongi to believe you now, not after all the stunts you’ve pulled.
The Yoongi of this morning is a different man to the Yoongi who held you close last night, and you have whiplash at the change.
To your mortification, you realise you’re about to cry.
You turn abruptly, not wanting him to see, and look around blindly for your clothes.
You blink to clear your vision, and your tears brim over. You’re grateful your hair is long enough to cover part of your face.
By the time you’re dressed, you’ve got your emotions under control.
Yoongi hasn’t said a word to you.
‘Thanks for a good first time, Yoongi. That was really special.’
You’d tried for sarcastic but your voice lets you down, breaking on the last word, and Yoongi’s head whips up, gaze flicking to yours.
He looks like he’s about to say something, but you’re closing the door firmly behind you.
***
You’re getting dressed slowly because everything hurts.
It’s three weeks since you and Yoongi last spoke, and you’re on your period.
And you’re out of period supplies, which means a trip to the store, because you can’t bring yourself to ask any of Yoongi’s staff to get you sanitary products.
You shove your feet into your shoes and open the door, to be confronted with your asshole husband, hand up like he was about to knock.
‘Yes?’ you ask.
‘Are you on birth control?’ he asks.
You stare up at him. ‘Hello to you too, husband dear.’
‘We didn’t use protection that time,’ he says, following you down the hallway.
‘I’m not pregnant,’ you snap.
‘Are you sure?’ he asks.
‘I’m on my period right now,’ you say, at the end of your tether.
For some reason he’s still following you.
‘What do you want?’ you ask, exasperated.
‘Where are you going?’ he asks.
‘I need to pick up some things at the drugstore,’ you say. ‘I’ll be back before curfew, I promise, warden Min.’
Yoongi frowns. ‘You look pale.’
‘Thanks,’ you say. Then you sigh. ‘Can I use your car?’
Yoongi scoffs. ‘No way. I’ll drive you.’
You’re tempted to tell him where to go, but your tummy hurts and you’re tired and his car has under seat heating so you decide to allow it.
Yoongi hums as he drives, silver earrings in his ears gleaming in the beams of the streetlamps.
‘Have you eaten?’ he asks, almost pleasantly.
The cramping pain in your abdomen makes you huff out a breath.
‘No,’ you reply.
You turn towards the window, hoping he’ll get the hint.
‘Do you want me to run out and get what you need?’ he asks, after parking up.
‘I need tampons,’ you say, blunt.
He doesn’t even blink. ‘A mix of absorbencies?’
His words startle a laugh out of you.
‘How do you know about that,’ you mutter, getting out of the car.
You don’t wait for him, but he catches up with you anyway.
Yoongi picks up a basket by the door, hangs it over his arm.
You’re tickled despite your bad mood.
You’d never have imagined your polished, beautiful husband in a drugstore.
He puts his hand on the small of your back as you head for the aisle you need, and it’s oddly comforting.
You pick out your items.
Yoongi asks, ‘is this everything?’
As soon as you nod, he takes out his phone and takes a photo of your basket.
‘I’ll ask Mrs Gye to make sure these are always restocked for you,’ he says.
You stare at him. ‘Why are you being nice to me?’
Yoongi shrugs. ‘You can’t expect me to drive you to the store every time you run out.’
That’s not what you meant and you think he knows it.
You sigh and put your things down to pay.
You’re on your way back to the car when Yoongi says, ‘there’s a restaurant around here that does an amazing broth. It’s meant to be good for all sorts of things. Would you like to go?’
‘With you?’ you mutter, sourly.
Yoongi just cocks a brow at you.
‘If you’re not up for it just say and I’ll get Mrs Gye to make you something at home,’ he says, quietly.
You end up at a table at the restaurant, sitting across from Yoongi.
He looks younger like this, you notice, just in his shirtsleeves instead of the full bespoke suiting you’re used to seeing him in.
Yoongi says, ‘I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for accusing you of manipulating me so your father’s company could get the Synovo contract.’
You sigh. ‘It’s fine. I would have, if I’d thought of it.’
Your words are light, you shrug.
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
‘How’d you find out it wasn’t me?’ you ask, warily.
‘Your face that morning,’ Yoongi says. ‘And your reaction now.’
You find it hard to believe that Yoongi would go by something as nebulous as that.
‘And the private investigator you hired?’ you ask.
Yoongi sips his tea and looks out at the restaurant.
‘Why would I hire someone when you’d just tell me?’
‘Why would you trust me to tell the truth?’
Yoongi shakes his head. ‘I’m trying to apologise.’
‘Accepted,’ you say, brisk.
Yoongi huffs out a frustrated breath. ‘Why are you so hard to talk to?’
‘I don’t know,’ you mutter, stung.
You finish your meal in silence.
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Yoongi’s walking with you up the stairs, stopping by your bedroom door.
You turn, back against the door. ‘Thanks for not getting me pregnant,’ you say, spiky.
‘Your birth control does that,’ Yoongi says, shrugging. ‘It’s not like I didn’t try.’
There’s a rush of heat through you at his words, the casual way he says them.
‘I’d invite you in but —-‘
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says, interrupting, hand pushing your door open.
He looks around your suite of rooms like he’s genuinely interested.
‘What are you doing?’ you ask, as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
‘You’re still a little pale. I’ll sleep here tonight.’
You stare at him. ‘It’s a period, it happens every month. I think I’ll survive.’
‘I’ll put it in the diary,’ he murmurs. ‘Got a toothbrush?’
You wonder if you’ll ever get used to Yoongi in what you think of as your private inner sanctum.
He uses the shower once you’re done, acts surprised when he comes out of the shower to see the sweats and t-shirt you’ve laid out for him.
‘Are these my clothes?’ he asks.
‘Yeah,’ you say, not bothering with an explanation.
Yoongi gets dressed, looks at the bed. ‘Which side do you sleep on?’
You say, ‘all of it.’
Yoongi lifts the cover off, holds it up for you.
‘You ready? Get in.’
‘You can’t give me orders in my own bed,’ you say, but you’re already climbing into the cool sheets, burying your face in the pillows.
Yoongi switches off the light, then stumbles as he makes his way back to the bed.
You hold out your hand to help him, and he clasps it, sliding in next to you.
‘Yoongi?’
‘Hmm?’
You pull your hand away and immediately regret it. You can barely see him.
‘Good night.’
You pretend to stretch out, but you’re really getting a sense of how far away he is.
Yoongi scoffs, so quietly you almost miss it. Then he reaches out with unerring precision and takes your hand.
This time, you can’t bring yourself to pull away.
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scared me so bad i crawled under the sheet with him.. YUMM THIS IS SOMETHING I WOULD NEVER READ BUT DEAR LORD.
can u write bully ☺️
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pairing: bully! kim taehyung x stalker-ish f! reader
genre: strangers to ??? || smut || non-idol au
summary: taehyung was probably the prettiest man you knew, though you were a little too shy to approach him first. however, it seems you may have caught taehyung’s eye, and his obsession with you may rival your own for him.
word count: 3k
tags/ warnings: self-depreciation, jealousy, stalker behavior, humiliation but reader kinda has a humiliation kink so it’s fine, kind of tsundere taehyung, dom! taehyung, sub! reader, sir kink, spitting in mouth, dub-con, exhibitionalism, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (this is fiction don’t be stupid), dumbification/ degradation manhandling, creampie, cum play, briefly mentioned nipple play, they do other stuff in public that i would gauge my eyes out if i ever saw, luckily this isn’t real
notes: not so much bully, more mean dom taehyung who won’t admit he likes our dear reader but he’s also kind of an ass. if anyone you like treats you like this then run please :’)
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Kim Taehyung was the prettiest man you knew.
You’d been working at the quaint little coffee shop for a couple of years, Taehyung joining only months after you had. Many shifts shared together, evenings spent in each other’s silent company before one of you would lock up for the night.
Taehyung was perfect. A god amongst humans. Sculpted by the heavens’ best artist to make sure that every crevice of his body was beyond ordinary human beauty. He was a vibrant rose that had bloomed on a dead bush. A fleck of vibrant paint on an otherwise white canvas.
You think Taehyung was more the moon rather than the sun, a little too ominous, and all too mysterious for him to be the sun. His aura more the night sky than the day where grey clouds could cover his beauty, where little specks of stardust surround him like a halo wherever he walks.
Your favorite thing about Taehyung was his hands. How elegant they were. How they held the handle of a mug as he brewed a coffee, how his lithe fingers sweep his bangs from his eyes as he steams milk; how those same pretty fingers wrap around your throat when he gets mad. Or his hot touch after his hand collides with your cheek. Painting them to match the pink evening sky.
It had started out as an innocent crush. The new barista who had the attention of man and woman alike, both customer and employee of the cafe.
It had started with you stealing short glances in his direction. Watching as he wiped down tables, and smiled at girls whose figures were better than your own. Smiles that you wished were pointed in your direction. But you suppose pretty men went for pretty people, and maybe you just weren’t perfect enough for Taehyung.
That was okay, though. Because you were more content watching him.
Shy glances had morphed into daydreams. Daydreams fueled by longing, your eyes following his every move as he danced around the cafe, so in tune with his body that he never bumped into a table. Not like you, a little clumsy and too careless. Never elegant, never perfect.
Daydreams moulded into curiosity. Where does he live? Go to school? His friends? You wanted to know it all. Your free afternoons were spent slipping in and out of shadows, making sure that Taehyung had gotten home safely, wondering why a few too many girls touched over his shoulders, delicate fingers trailing down his chest when he’d meet them at pc cafes before he’d walk to campus for his evening lectures. Why it always seemed to be a polite smile in their direction, never anything else.
He was a good man, never leading anyone on. Genuine in his conversation, interest in someone else’s life never fake.
You’d gotten good at knowing his schedule. Your pitiful little heart pattering against your rib cage when your cafe’s new rota would be hung up on the wall; evenings now spent together between making coffee and wiping tables. Though you never dared utter a word to him, happier being a name to face rather than an acquaintance where you’d have to keep up conversation. How were you meant to think when all you could think about was him?
Over time you had started to get a little careless, peeking through gaps in doors and stumbling into little shops behind him before his long legs would pull him away from you. Figure morphing into the darkness of an alleyway, a new way home that you hadn’t seen him take before.
“What do you want?” Taehyung says, eyes still trained on his phone as he sits at the dingy little table in the cafe’s break-room, and you swallow thickly. His deep voice shaking your heart.
You say nothing, thinking there was no way he could talking to you. Maybe someone on his phone; his tone nothing like the angelic Taehyung that you’d known, watched for months now.
“I asked what you wanted” he drops his phone to the table, gaze turning towards the door where you hide.
You take a look behind you, stumbling forwards when the door is yanked open, your cheeks smacking against a hard chest.
Your breath hitches, eyes squeezing shut momentarily as you feel Taehyung’s chest rumble, was he laughing at you?
“I asked—” he pushes your head from his chest, causing you to stumble backwards, “—what the fuck you wanted” he sneers.
You peer up at him through your lashes, eyes wide as your mouth falls open. “Coffee” you squeak, “Do you want coffee?”
He tilts his head, corner of his lips tugging up into an unamused smile, “Fuck off” he grabs the door before slamming it closed.
You let out a shuddering breath, hand coming to press over your heart.
Maybe he was having a bad day.
You didn’t let that ruin your mood, because for the first time since meeting him; you just had a conversation with Kim Taehyung.
Your lips curl up into a smile, small skip in your step as wander back out front of the cafe to help your friend serve a few more customers.
Your second mistake, was the day you and Taehyung were left in the cafe alone.
The sun had slipped behind a few of the high rise buildings, the sky coated in an orangey hue. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeating the air.
The small cafe was empty par from a few high school kids who had homework to catch up on, and not enough caffeine to aide them in overdue assignments.
“I’m going on break” Taehyung had called over to you, waving you off when you opened your mouth to ask why.
You shut it, simply nodding. If he needed rest then who were you to stop him?
You stare at the door, backs of your legs starting to ache as you lean on the counter, hoping that maybe someone would come and occupy you, even if it were only for a few minutes.
“Y/n!”
And that had you scrambling to the break room, eyes wide with worry as you teeter to a stop before him.
“Is something the matter?” you stare down at Taehyung, who only hums in reply.
“Make me a drink”
“Oh, okay” you nod, biting your bottom lip as you scamper back to the front where you get started on his coffee.
You’d seen him order a flat white while out with friends on more than a few occasions, so you guess he must like those.
“What’s this?” he peers into the cup.
“A flat white” you whisper, fingers fiddling with the pocket of your apron.
He crooks two fingers, motioning for you to bend down to his level. You do so, eyebrows furrowing a little in confusion.
You think you hear it before you feel it, his palm coming in harsh contact with you right cheek.
Tears gather on your waterline, prickly, needle like pain dusting your cheek in red. You have no time to recover before Taehyung grabs your face, nails digging into each cheek as he pulls your face closer to his own.
“You little freak, you really have been following me around, haven’t you?” he laughs, though he didn’t seem all that amused, “I only drink black coffee”
You shake your head, wincing when he digs his finger into your skin harder. And you may have been worried about bleeding if you weren’t so scared of what words were to fall off his tongue like venom.
“Fucking liar” he spits, shoving your face away, quick, like your touch had burnt him.
You take a few steps back, fingers skimming across your cheeks as you stare down at him.
“On your knees” he picks his phone up.
“Huh?” you manage to squeak.
“Are you stupid?”
You shake your head, eyes flitting between his own. Wondering if maybe he was just trying to play a mean joke on you.
“On your knees then”
You do so, dropping to your knees, “Come closer” he motions with his head.
You go to push yourself to stand, only for Taehyung to push at your chest with his foot, “pets crawl”
You nod, head hanging low as your hands touch the floor, humiliated as you sit on your heels beside Taehyung’s chair.
He grabs the back of your hair, yanking your head up so your looking at him. “Open”
Your mouth falls open.
Taehyung picks up the scalding cup of coffee, sadistic smile tugging at his lips as he pours the hot liquid into your mouth, uncaring as it spills over your uniform, staining your clothes; streaking your skin red.
You splutter, pulling away from his tight hold on you, coughing as you wipe around your mouth. Pearly tears mingling with the coffee on your face as you heave a large breath.
“What do we say when sir gives you something?” he asks, condescending.
You snivel, peering up at Taehyung through wet lashes, he frowns down at you. “What do we fucking say?”
“Thank you” you hiccup.
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you, sir”
“Good girl” he turns back to his phone.
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“Stop squirming” Taehyung grunts, tugging your hair so your head lays on his thigh.
You think your knees must red with how long you’d been kneeling on the wooden floor, though you think your cheeks must be 10 shades darker as you stay kneeled beside Taehyung as he works on an assignment in the library.
And you can only thank your lucky stars you and Taehyung were the only two sat so far back in the corner where no one could stumble across the two of you. The humiliation of being found, sat at Taehyung’s feet like some sort of pet, sending a lick of arousal down your spine to your pulsating cunt.
Goosebumps prickle at your skin when he cards his fingers through your hair, your arms twitching where you have them held behind your back; per Taehyung’s request.
You feel him tug your head towards his crotch, your lips skimming the fabric of his sweats, grey cotton doing nothing to hide what he has to offer underneath. You grab onto his thigh, delicate fingers digging into the muscle as he pushes your head so your nose brushes over his steadily growing erection.
“What would you do if I made you suck my cock right now?” he asks, humming when your lick your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Anything to please me, right?”
You nod, thighs clenching at the thought of his thick cock in your mouth, you wonder what he would sound like, how rough he’d make you take it. You feel a dribble of arousal leak into your cotton panties, slick fabric brushing against your clit as you squirm in place.
A pitiful whine tumbling from your lips when Taehyung shoves your head away from his crotch.
“Fucking disgusting” he utters, “Do you think you deserve my cock after everything you’ve done? Stupid girl, following me home, watching me and friends. You’re fucking gross, you know that?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry” tears dribble down your cheeks.
And Taehyung feels his cock twitch at the sight of your blotchy face.
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The first time Taehyung takes you to his apartment, you feel your heart swell. How kind he must be if he were to let you have a look into his private life, paintings you assume to be his own hung on the walls, pictures with his parents and vinyl records displayed in book cases from artists you had never heard of.
“On the floor, pet” he reminds you after you’d slipped your shoes from your feet.
You follow, rewarded with a gentle smile from Taehyung, the pretty one he seems to give everyone else but you, until you’re on you’re knees, sat waiting for his next command as you watch him wander into the kitchen. Bag of take-out placed on the table as he takes a seat.
You scamper after him, palms growing redder as you crawl. Making sure to sit beside his chair.
He places a box of chicken in front of you, saying nothing as he rummages through his own dinner.
You make no move to eat, not at all hungry as you’d stolen a few too many sweets from cafe earlier during your shift.
“Eat” Taehyung tells you, nudging your thigh with his socked foot.
“Not hungry” you whisper, Taehyung grunting at that.
“Should still eat something” he bends down, picking up a piece of chicken, “open”
You do as told, watching Taehyung’s face as he feeds you. Hand on your jaw as you chew, thumb tugging your mouth open after you swallow.
“Manners, doll”
“Thank you, sir” you muffle around his fingers as he shoves them a little further into your mouth.
You find yourself sat by Taehyung’s feet a lot after that day.
While he works on assignments. While you work on assignments. While he plays video games, he chucks a cushion in the floor for you to sit on. While he cooks in the kitchen, the simple term “open” seeming to be his favorite.
Open. His fingers are in your mouth. Seeing how far they’ll go before you gag. Humming when you looking up at him through your lashes. Bonus points if you start to cry.
Open. And then there’s food in your mouth. Chewing under his watchful eye before he makes you eat more. Cocky little smirk on his face when you push his hand away. Only to be thrown over his thighs so he can spank your ass red raw for refusing him.
Open. He spits in your mouth, telling you to swallow before giving you a smile as your reward. Meanly tugging at your puffy nipples from where he’d played with them earlier on.
Open. And your mouthing at his cock, some days hard, maybe flaccid but you feel it grow under your lips as he presses your face into his crotch. Never letting you touch, never letting you taste. Only teasing you with what you could have his Taehyung was a little kinder and didn’t thrive off the desperation in your eyes when he makes you kiss his aching erection through his pants.
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Taehyung watches as you smile at a customer, a boy your age he supposes, if the pile of books were any indication that he was also a college student. Cheeks round and youthful in a way Taehyung grew out of in his mid teens.
His jaw tightens when that same boy leans against the counter, the cafe an hour from closing; not many people on the streets as the moon makes its appearance. The three of you the only ones left in the coffee shop.
Taehyung wonders if you like the attention. You must do, sweet little smile being directed at a puny college boy that looked like he didn’t know how to please a woman. He looked as though he needed a true woman to please him, to step on his pathetic little cock for him to cum. If only he knew you couldn’t give him that, too reliant on Taehyung for your own pleasure, letting him control you like his own little puppet, your pleasure now his.
He’s sure if he’d finally get his hands on you, all you’d know was his name. But he supposes that wouldn’t be too hard. Your pretty little head always seemed to be filled with thoughts of him.
He wasn’t stupid, far from it. You weren’t all that secret with your cute little crush either. Obvious with your steady growing obsession with him and Taehyung couldn't get enough of it. So much power over someone so consumed with his entire being.
But he liked you that way. He liked the way you listened, not questioning him when he tells you to do something. Not like a few other girls he’d tried to get with, they all held themselves too high to let him humiliate them a little. Too consumed with themselves to heed to his every demand.
But you. A little stupid, but Taehyung couldn’t get enough. Addicted to the way you followed him, a cute little puppy that he’s just starting to have fun with. A cute little puppy who would do anything for his validation and love.
His fingers tap against the table. Your new little admirer having no shame as he tries to get a peek up your skirt as you reach for one of the mugs on the top shelf.
“Y/n” Taehyung drawls, covering his smile with his hand when your attention is fully on him. No longer bothered with the college boy, who seems to wander off to a table as you ignore his blatant attempts at flirting with you.
“Yes?” you ask from behind the counter.
“Coffee”
You scamper off into the back room, Taehyung not bothered with what you were doing, just as long as you weren’t entertaining any one else.
He watches the boy peer up from his phone every so often, gaze trailing after you as you start making Taehyung his drink.
“What’s this?” he motions to the mug when you gently place it on the table, little yellow stars painted over a deep purple sky.
“I bought you a different mug, I thought it was prettier than the cafe’s ones” you rock back and forth, not daring to look at Taehyung’s reaction. Only hoping he liked it, because you thought of him when you’d seen it in the shop window.
“Is that so?” he muses, “Go back now” he motions towards the counter.
You nod, “okay”
Your little college admirer stays until closing, never seeming to work up the courage to ask for your number. That, or he catches Taehyung’s glare each time he dared open his mouth to talk to you.
“Did you like it?” Taehyung stalks towards the counter, eyes narrowing at you as you wipe down one last mug of the day before you close up the shop.
“Pardon?” you blink up at Taehyung, something about the innocent look on your face pissing him off.
“Did you enjoy whoring yourself out to some sad little college boy?” he sneers and you carefully hang the mug back up.
“I wasn’t—“ you shut your mouth at the look on Taehyung’s face. His eyebrows narrowed, gaze scrutinizing you.
His grip is harsh as he grabs your wrists, your hip slamming into the table as he grabs under your arms, lifting you to his side of the counter.
You let out a small squeak, unsteady as he drops you on your feet. Uncaring as he spins you around, pushing you to bend over the counter by your shoulders.
You turn your head to look at Taehyung, a choked groan slipping off your tongue when he pushes your head to the table, cool marble numbing your cheek as you feel him push his pelvis against your ass.
You feel his steadily growing erection rub against your covered core, slick gathering up at your entrance as you start to fantasize what he’ll do now that he’s got you where he wants.
You stay bent over the counter when he flips your work skirt up over your ass, cute pink panties darkened where your arousal seeps into the fabric.
Taehyung run a finger over your covered slit, rubbing over your clit as more slick dribbles out of your hole.
“Fucking soaked. All for me, yeah? You disgusting little girl”
“Please, Taehyung” you whine, thighs clenching around his hand as he continues to rub your weeping pussy over your panties.
“What did you call me?” he sneers, pulling your underwear between your ass cheeks. Delicious friction against your clit sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
You expect the slap when it comes, ambrosian pain prickling up your spine, Taehyung’s hand painted red on your skin as he brings his hand down for another harsh slap to your right ass cheek.
“Sorry, sir” you whimper, saline tears cascading down your cheeks like little pearls.
Taehyung unbuttons his work pants, pulling them down along with his boxers until they pool around his ankles. He pushes your panties to the side, running the head of his hard cock through your slit to gather your slick, hand running over his shaft to lube it up with your juices.
Your thighs clench as the head of his cock nudges your clit, Taehyung’s head tipping back as your thighs squeeze around his length.
He kicks your legs apart, hand flat on your back as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
Your mouth falls open as his thick cock head pushes into your entrance, leaving you no time to adjust to his length, he pushes all the way in before pulling back, so close to slipping out of you.
Taehyung’s eyes close, snapping his hips forwards so his thighs smack the back of your own.
A staccato of ‘ah ah ahs’ tumble out your mouth as he continues his onslaught of thrusts, starting to pick up the pace.
“You like that?” he grunts, “who do you belong to?”
His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, little crescent moons marked into your skin to match what hangs in the sky, your only witness as Taehyung fucks you like no one had ever before.
“You” you whimper, “only you”
“That’s my girl”
Taehyung pushes you up the counter, angle of his hips changing so his cock touches that little spot inside of you that causes stars to flicker behind your eye lids. Wet slap of Taehyung’s cock ramming into your sodden cunt borderline pornographic to match your moans.
Taehyung bends over your body, chest meeting your back as he rolls his hips. Rutting into your core as deep as he could go.
Your fingers hold onto the end of the counter, Taehyung’s thrusts so hard they start to push you up the cold surface.
“Open up, baby” he grunts, breath fanning against your ear. Your mouth falls open, whimper tumbling off your lips when he shoves two fingers into your mouth, “suck”
Your tongue dips between his fingers, sucking like you would his cock if he would let you. Your walls clenching around him at the thought of having his precum coat your tongue, how your lips would pull taught at his girth, cockhead nudging the back of your throat as you try to swallow him.
“You’re so fucking tight” he groans, feeling your walls pulsate around his length.
He pull his saliva slick fingers out your mouth, trailing down your body to flick your clit.
“Cum for me, doll” he grunts, cock twitching as your walls clench around his length. Your eyes squeezing shut as you tip over the edge, orgasm wracking through your body as your thighs shake, cum oozing from your hole, lewd squelch as Taehyung continues to snap his hips upwards.
Tears fall down your cheeks, Taehyung’s hand coming to cover your mouth as his thrusts become languid.
“Shut up, people outside might hear you. You stupid girl” he pulls your hair, lifting your head from the counter.
“Inside me. Please cum inside me” you cry, uncaring of the sounds that drip from your tongue, breath shuddery as Taehyung slams his cock as far into you as he can before he paints your walls white.
You feel his cum fill you, the grip you had on the counter loosening as Taehyung continues to thrusts into you, cock slowly softening.
“Too much. Too much” you cry, thighs twitching as his fingers continue to rub tight circles on your sensitive clit.
“Don’t care” he pushes in once more before pulling out.
Your muscles relax, flopping over the counter as Taehyung bends down behind you.
“Push my cum out” he pulls your lips apart, watching as your hole clenches around nothing.
He groans as his seed slips out of you, two of his fingers pushing it back into your sloppy cunt.
His fingers thrust into your hole, hand landing a slap to the back of your thigh when you go to close your legs.
“Good girl” he croons, pulling your panties over your soiled pussy. “open”
Your lips part, tongue rolling out of your mouth as Taehyung lathers it up with a mixture of both of your cum, content smile on his face as he pulls you off the counter, arm around your shoulder as he walks the both of you to the door, ready to close up for the night.
Uncaring of the cum that drips down your thighs in thick rivulets. At least you know you’re his.
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