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Jooheon x Reader - Soaked In My Scent
NSFW | rimjob pwp | 1.7k | ao3
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Skin morning dew, you trace the peak of his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. It's soft, faultlessly soft under your touch, and endearingly damp. The glistening sheen of sweat builds across his skin, warmth budding in his cheeks. There's a quiet gulp.
You trace the contours of his face, the curves leading you to his jaw. A smirk, and you lift his face by the chin to meet your gaze. His eyebrows twitch, caught between pleading and daring you to do more to him. You laugh, softly, thumb stroking down across his lips.
Gaze held, you slip your thumb past the plush of his lips, catching him off-guard. Jooheon's eyes shoot wide, before contently falling closed as he hollows his cheeks around your thumb.
"Good." You murmur, leaning towards the expanse of his neck.
You hear a staggered inhale as you press your lips below his ear; a hand reaches to anchor its grip on your back, fingers white-knuckled in the fabric of your shirt.
Peppering small kisses down towards his throat, you feel his meager attempts to grind his hips against you. Cute, pitiful. You place an open-mouthed kiss, sucking gently at the skin. His grip tightens in anticipation. The bitter feeling of alcohol hits your tongue, shadowed by musk; his cologne. In a brief moment of pause, you allow yourself to fill your lungs with his scent, small touches of citrus laid upon the dizzying meld of warm woods and him.
Teeth bite onto his skin, as you pull the blood from his veins to bruise the surface. He winces as you suck on the tender patch of mottled flesh, air pulled through his teeth as he forgets your thumb. Refusing to let up, you feel his hands begin to quiver, breath hitching. He's fighting himself on tapping out, sharp pain radiating across his chest. Panting growing faster, you wait patiently for the moment his fingers lift to tap before letting go. His body slumps, knees borderline buckling. A whimper.
Soothing the tender skin, you lap over the mark a final time before shifting lower, trailing kisses to the base of his throat. You slide a hand under the cotton of his shirt, stroking across his abdomen. His skin is burning under your touch, chest on the verge of heaving. Curses begin dripping from his lips thick with breath, air growing heavy, suffocating.
Reaching higher, you squeeze at the swell of his pecs, thumb brushing over his nipple. It buds under your touch. Fingertips pad into his flesh, desperately grabbing at his chest, an appreciation of his efforts. He lets out a quiet moan before darting to yank his shirt off. Hands still trembling, his fingers struggle with the hem for a moment before he leans back, pulling the fabric over his head. It lands on the floor with a muffled thud, unseen.
He stills for a moment, standing motionless and newly shirtless, and unsure his next move. You watch for a moment, straightening your posture, a fond smile on your lips. A mercy, you let him outrun his thoughts, taking the lead, guiding him. Hands settle on his hips, pulling him closer; he smiles. You stroke your hands up his sides, gaze rested on his chest, and reach to push his pecs together. The lax muscle yields, plush flesh squeezed against itself. You smile to yourself, thumbs grazing over his nipples playfully.
"Ya..." He sighs, rolling his eyes. He throws his head back, hiding the fondness painting his cheeks.
Deadpan, you demand his attention back, rolling the perked bud of his nipples between fingers. You pinch hard, drawing small cries from him - a-a-ah. Looking up, you catch his gaze, holding it relentlessly.
His eyes are darkened, hooded by eyelids lulled too low, pupils bleary, unfocused. Reddened skin spreads from his cheeks to his temples, face flushed and dewy. Jaw loose, his lips hang parted, bottom lip marred with teeth marks and spit. Barely touched and he already looks fucked out - there's something ethereal about it. The lightest touches sending blood gushing in torrents to his cheeks, his chest. His skin blushes with the delicacy of oil paintings, caring hand of an artist placing each elevated blossom of colour with intent, and something in you wants to ruin that, to devour him. To leave him sweating, tear-tracks down the painstakingly painted blush on his cheeks, throat raw and dry from desperate gasps for air. To rip apart the canvas and witness what hides underneath.
Your breath catches in your throat.
Hooking a finger through his beltloop, a leash, you turn to scout the room. You begin dragging him towards the back of a sofa, charcoal fabric ridged and painfully modern. It's a cold, unwelcoming piece of furniture, a harsh contrast to the beaming warmth of the man at the end of your hold.
You turn to face Jooheon, waiting silently for you to guide him. There's a floor lamp beside the sofa, sleek metal towering around six foot, yellowed bulb emitting a soft glow; it catches on the glossed skin of his lips, sparkling.
Your ears fill with the sound of your own pulse, lunging forward to capture his lips between yours. You knead at his pouted lip with your teeth, soft nibbles as your fingers blindly begin undoing the button of his trousers. Zip pulled down, a tongue in your mouth. Sweat on your brow, spit down your chin. You moan into the kiss, pulling the denim down his thighs. He begins kicking it off, hands clasping the sides of your head. He holds you steady while he deepens the kiss, tongue ghosting past the back of your throat, feet fighting the trousers off.
Eyes drawn tightly shut, eyebrows knit, you stroke his hips in search of his waistband. Desperate, impatient, he tears them off himself, stepping out of them and returning his hands to your face in a blink. You laugh into the kiss; he smiles.
Stepping forward, you edge him towards the sofa back, his calves hitting the coarse fabric. A separation for air, you tell him to turn around, to bend over. He hears the thud as you drop to your knees behind him. You catch glimpse as his cock twitches, tip leaking; he flinches as it brushes against the sofa.
With practiced hands, you reach to grab palmfuls of his ass, rough as you knead at the flesh. Hips pushed out, he leans further forward with a whine, thighs tensed. Bruising grip, you spread him apart, letting the warmth of your breath graze his skin, his hole. A leg trembles.
Perhaps if you were a crueler person, you'd make him beg, make him cry out for you to touch him - teary eyed, sniffing hard as he sobs out a mantra of 'please'. As it stands, the growing heat buried deep inside you left no patience for toying. Leaning forward a starving man, you lap a length across his hole. His taste coats your tongue, floods your mouth, an honour to drown in. Tracing the rim, you circle the twitching muscle with tongue pointed.
Eyes closing, you lose yourself in pulling him apart, in unraveling him into a tangled pool of sobs and whines and tying him around your fingers. His back arches as you lap with intent, pressing flat against his hole. A hand snakes to hold the front of his hips, pulling him flush against your mouth. He makes attempt to grind his hips, to reach for more; you indulge him, pushing your tongue past his resistance.
A soft sigh, relief, pleasure.
You feel him tight around you tongue, kitten licking his walls and stretching him side to side. His leg bounces up and down with each push, whining spilt from his lips.
You begin thrusting in earnest, tongue curling to the very tip with each movement. Shifting your shoulder, you move the hand from his hip to his aching cock.
Fingers brush over the head and come away drenched in strings of precum. Slowly, you rub it between your fingertips, moaning into him. He's blushing scarlet, silently grateful you can't witness.
Returning your hand to him, you stroke past the head, coating his length in his own fluids. Your palm glides slickly, languidly stroking.
His legs tense, pushing into your shoulders, in meager attempts to subdue his trembling. With your free hand, you push his hips back onto your face once more, burying yourself impossibly deeper. You lap into him with tongue flat, hole relaxed and worked enough to accommodate. Spit soaks your chin, leaking down to drip from his balls, obscenely wet noises as you fuck him on your face.
His whines shift into choked moans, breath catching every time your hand grazes over his tip, palm swirling, squeezing, before stroking back down once more. Hips rising, he lifts him onto his toes, feet tensed. You lift from your knees to keep your lips on him, cocking your head to reach deeper.
Hand and tongue you sync rhythms, pace steadily increasing. His face is buried in the rough plush of the sofa, muffling his cries and curses, knuckles white as he holds the edge; you make out fragments of 'fuck', 'please', broken by a loud, sharp inhale.
For a split second, his body freezes, hole tightening around your tongue.
Then everything cascades with a cry.
Legs shaking, he cums, spilling in violent waves over your hand and the sofa. High-pitched moans punctuates as he loses control over himself, knees buckling, arms holding himself up as his cum pools on the floor. Hand soaked, you softly stroke his sensitive cock, coating him in obscene amounts of fluids while moving your face from between his ass.
Spent, he slips to his knees, falling into arms you open to him. You both laugh breathlessly at the squelch as his knee hits that spot on the floor.
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a yearning anticipation; jk
summary: your lover, jungkook, has confessed to devote himself only to you
rating & warnings: M, smut, use of marijuana, creampie, doggy, f. receiving, m. receiving, mouth fucking, missionary, pwp!
Part One I:
The clock ticking was in by no way helping your anticipation. Anxious eyes flickered to the round object every few or so minutes, eyebrows furrowing as you tried concentrating at the task at hand. Your hand held the pen, but the sticky note in front of you was scribbled with a few words of your incoherent thoughts. Your manager seemed occupied as he talked amongst a group of coworkers about the oncoming project.
“Damn it,” you muttered out, spinning your pen over so you could scribble over the same sentence you’ve been working on for the past thirty minutes.
“Okay, if you haven’t finished planning out your outline then I suggest you take the rest of your time to do so. Remember it’s due tonight!”
Your notebook, laptop, and the stupid sticky notes that were useless were already packed inside your bag rather hastily, your finger already shutting the zipper. The ride home was spent with you scrolling through your messages.
jk: baby, same place & time
Your heart hammered as you raced to get home to get ready for the night. It gave you such thrill that he always chose and made time specifically for you. In return you mad sure to doll up and get sexy for him. The desire was already eating you up, making your body hot, wet, and sticky with pure arousal. God, you needed him inside you so badly already. You wanted him to devour you already. It had been ages since you last saw him. You were buzzing all the way over to this place, applying lipstick knowing it would smudge all over him and his clothes.
A special knock was made between the two of you and as soon as the door opened you shoved right past him.
“Make love to me.”
He slammed you against the door, hips pressed against your core as you shamelessly opened your legs wider for him. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, tugging softly at the roots of your hair so he could angle your mouth directly against his. He was breathing erratically, haughtily glancing down at you. He watched how responsive you were to him, loving how just with the trace of his lips ghosting upwards your neck, mouth leaving open hot, wet kisses behind, drove you completely crazy. Your breathing had picked up, thighs starting to grind against each other.
“I’ve missed you,” He hotly breathed out against your mouth before momentarily kissing you again. You nodded, panting already as you tried to reel him back against your lips again.
“I love you,” you said in between heavy breathing kissing and he easily lifted you up. Your arms instantly went around his neck, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt the bulging of his muscles.
“Yeah,” he smirked, his teeth sinking down on your bottom lip. “I know that already, baby.”
He slightly pulled away from you and as he watched you follow in pursuit trying to still get a taste of his lips with your eyes still closed, he smiled against your lips.
“Bed? Couch? Carpet? Kitchen counter?” He began to list off as his lips trailed down the crook of your neck now, causing you to shiver against his warm body. You tilted your head, a soft moan managing to slip out of your lips already as his lips softly nibbled on your skin.
“Everywhere, I don’t care,” you whined out, hands gripping on to his biceps. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” You blurted out without thinking.
You could feel his grin against your skin.
“I could say the same thing about you, princess.” He hummed out, tongue sweeping your collarbones now. He nipped and sucked, leaving behind his mark on your body in his wake. And you shamelessly mewled over it, fingers tugging at his shaggy mop of hair.
“Let’s do bed first. I feel like my neighbors might have missed us.”
He threw you on the bed, hand on the back of his shirt as he began to dispose of it. His shirt slowly rode up his body, and you were watching him like a fucking hawk as you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes taking in his well taut body. Months without seeing his body had definitely not prepared you for now. He was bulkier, his arms and thighs had gotten bigger, thicker and you couldn’t be more happier as you eyed the happy trail that led into his low hung jeans. Veins ran up his arms, his tattooed fingers looking quite tempting to suck on. It didn’t help that his biceps bulged as he balled up his shirt and flung it somewhere in his room.
The teasing asshole tried to slowly dispose of his rings, lustful eyes taking you in as you began to fling your tank top off your body. You were already halfway from slipping out of your shorts when you softly moaned out, “Please keep them on and choke me already.”
“Fuck,” he groaned out, sounding almost in pain as he saw your bare breast in full display already. You were a teasing little shit as your ran your hand over your breasts, a finger tweaking your nipple as you gasped at the sensation.
He was there in seconds, crawling on top of you. You urged him as you helped him by pulling him up by his arms to kiss him roughly on the mouth. Your legs were spread open for him, hips rutting against his harden cock.
“I need you.” You moaned out, desire beginning to overwhelm your body.
“And you don’t think I don’t?” He retorted as easily. His hands were hooking on to the band of your poor excuse of underwear. It practically only covered your cunt and the rest was just lace. “But you’re not wet enough, baby. At least, not yet.”
His fingertips skimmed your thighs as he threw your underwear behind his shoulder. He teasingly ran his index finger down your slit, gathering all of your dripping juices while groaning at the sight in front of him. He slowly began to roll figure eights on to your clit with the back of his thumb, dark gaze drinking your reactions in. There was a cocky grin laced on his pretty face, watching in fascination as you arched your back, mouth slightly open, and eyes screwed shut.
“Still so responsive to me, huh? Baby still loves it when I touch her, mhm?”
“Yes,” your voice hitched, becoming a soft mewl in response. Just the sound of his voice made you a horny, hot mess.
He muttered out, “So wet for me, already? You missed me that much?”
His fingers were buried inside you, gathering up your moans and relishing in them. He loved teasing you, watching your mouth spell out his name as he curled his fingers inside of you, your slick making his movements more easier. Watching seemed torture for him so he knelt down, burying his mouth into your pussy.
“I’ve missed this pretty pussy so much,” he moaned against your cunt and your fingers fisted the sheets, tugging harder as his mouth sucked on your clit harshly. You had forgotten the sex between the two of you. God, who were you kidding. Of course you couldn’t forget the sex, not when he was eating you out like a deprived man.
“Oh God, oh fuck,” you whimpered out, the sensation driving you to the point of becoming so sensitive.
You could feel his tongue sliding in and out of your hole, curling and mouth slurping with his nose brushing against your clit. Your legs had begun to quiver, your hips had began to move to the movement of him tongue fucking you. Your fingers had weaved into his damp hair, cunt grinding directly on to his tongue. You felt breathless, toes digging into the mattress as your loud moans filled his room.
“Please, please, Jeongguk,” you were panting now, legs beginning to quiver from delight. You were squirming underneath him and his hand pinned you by your hip, keeping you still as his tongue slid into your hole.
“I’m sososo close, fuck me,” you incoherently began to spill out, mind and mouth becoming numb. Instead of coherent words coming out, moans were slipping from your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the intensity.
he chuckled as he slid his fingers inside you while sucking on your clit. that alone has you a numbing mess as he sucked until your sensitive body gave out and you came right on his tongue. he allowed you to gather your senses, kissing your forehead, hands rubbing on your sides for gentle comfort. love emitted from his actions, only making you more eager to return the favor to your lover. it was soon enough, that your tongue slid up his cock, mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock. It was prettily glancing up at you, precum beginning to drip down the base of it. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue sliding against the shaft before slowly taking it in your mouth. You slurped and sucked until Jeongguk’s fingers curled up against the bed sheets.
Jungkook had his arm swung over his eyes, soft panting emitting from his lips. His thighs were spread apart with you in between them on your knees, happily sucking his cock away like the good girl you were. At one point your fingers were digging into his meaty thighs, earning such responsive whimpers from him in return. He was moaning your name softly over and over again, incoherently saying into air, “f-fuck yeah, just l-like that.”
His fingers tangled themselves into your damp hair, tugging slightly harshly. he couldn’t help it, it just felt so fucking good. he was losing control just having your mouth around his fucking cock. his nerves were all over the place but your mouth wiped away every single thought out of his conscious.
“Such a good girl for me huh?” he bucked into your mouth, voice coming out low and headily. “Sucking my cock into your pretty little mouth like that.”
Your eyes fluttered open, humming along in agreement. He nodded, jaw slack as he stared right at you in the eye. He almost blew into your mouth right then, but how couldn't he when his pretty baby was sucking him dry. But he needed to cum inside of you. He needed to finish inside your pussy so badly.
“Baby, you’re such a slut,” he cooed out and you moaned out. He lost it. Your hands were fisting the rest that couldn’t fit, head bobbing up down as his cock slid inside your mouth. Watching Jeongguk lose himself like that, whimpering nonsense into the air, “so, so, so good to me.”
“Let me—”
“No,” he shoved you back against the bed, and he began crawling over you to pin your arms above your head. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” He ordered, voice low and raspy. “I know you love to.”
You spread your legs for him, and he teasingly grinded himself over your dripping cunt, the tip of his cock nudging your clit ever so deliciously. A low, strangled moan escaped your lips as he rolled his hips against yours and he kissed you, catching it between his lips, eating off from it. He coated his cock with your juices, grunts coming from his pretty lips as his grip tightened around your hands. His fingers intertwined with yours, pressing them against the mattress as he rolled his hips against yours, each thrust gliding his thick cock against your dripping cunt.
“yes, yes,” you whimpered out in desperation. “Fill me up. Get inside of me and cum all you want,” you begged him, pleading as your fingers dug into his.
Instead Jungkook just placed his lips against the shell of your ear, teeth softly nibbling your earlobe, tongue following pursuit to trace down from your ear to the crook of your neck as he continued to run his tongue all over your burning skin.
“Please, I need you,” you choked out, tears welling up in your eyes. “Please.”
“I know, princess,” he roughly grunted out, teeth biting down his bottom lip.
He leaned against his side, his veiny hand tightly gripping your thigh as he hitched it over his waist. He kissed you hungrily and so desperately. His tongue rolling over yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip as you exhaled deeply and shakily. Your hands had wandered up from his broad shoulders to his dark hair, tugging at it as you eagerly obeyed and parted your lips for him.
A throaty groan emitted from his lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his pupils blown out in pure lust. He slowly slid out and slammed his hips against yours, and you needily gripped on to him, hands digging into his broad back. Your mouth opened for him and he wasted no time into sucking your tongue in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” you managed to softly moan out, the roll of his hips against yours making you feel stupid dizzy. You grinded upwards, meeting his rolled movements in sync. Your breathing had increased, becoming mixed into choked up mewls curse words.
He gathered your legs, pressing them against yours chest. You could hear his soft groans emitting from his lips, your pussy milking him so sweetly.
“You feel so good, princess,” he inhaled sharply at the sound of his cock sliding out of your dripping cunt, groan becoming muffled against the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned against your skin, fingers curling on the side of the covers.
The bed was beginning to move along the rhythm of his hips grinding against your pubic bone. His chest was starting to drip with sweat, strands of his wavy hair damp and beginning to stick on his forehead. You watched how Jeongguk lost himself within you as he rolled downward, grunting as a small whimper escaped from your mouth. Your breast were bouncing as he deliberately fucked your pretty brains out.
It was nice to touch you like this after so long.
“Turn around, ass up for me baby.” He ordered you, and like the good girl you were, you complied eagerly to please him.
You got on all fours, ass sticking up just the way he liked it. He licked the palm of his hand before massaging your ass in his hands. With a loud smack, he left behind his handprint on your swollen, red cheeks as you buried your face in the sheets, mouth wide open in such a heeding state. He slid inside you once more, causing you moan so loudly as your pussy welcomed him once again. The headboard smacked against the neighbors wall and your moans weren’t helping either as he fucked you senseless.
You were sliding off the bed at this point, but it felt so fucking good.
“Fuck, fuck I’m c-close,” he moaned out against your shoulder, biting down on your skin. You clenched tighter, loving the sound of skin on skin. He didn’t last long after that, crumbling right behind you.
“Fuck,” he breathlessly let out, sliding out of you to lay down next to you. He was kissing you roughly, mouths clashing with front teeth scraping and tongues wanting to rival one another. His arms winded around your body, not wanting to let you go at all. It made your heart flutter. God, you loved him so much.
“I forgot just how good you could fuck me,” you said, rolling over to grab a joint from his jacket. He was handing you his lighter, his other hand running its finger into his messy hair. His cheeks seemed flushed, a boyish grin lacing his features.
“Gotta make sure my baby is reminded every single time,” he winked as you blew out smoke directly on to his face.
“C’mere,” he patted his thighs and you slowly crawled over him, joint in mouth as you settled between his thighs.
He gently took it out of your mouth, setting it in between his lips instead. Smoke engulfed the both of you, and you leaned into his arms. You wanted to feel and hear his heartbeat once more.
“I missed you.” He confessed after a while, his eyes set steady on yours.
“I’m sure you did.” You rolled your eyes in defiance and he fiercely grabbed a hold of your face to stop you in your place.
“I’m being serious,” he began, slowly inching closer and not letting go of you. “I love you. You are the one for me.”
He ran his fingers down your spine, eyes taking your beautiful features in. He was simply watching you in awe, your presence reminding him of what he had let go quite stupidly. He never led you on, promising you what you always wanted when it seemed nearly impossible, but he was so fucked in love with you. He dreamed of you and yearned for you to be by his side already.
He said with such utmost sincerity, “I’m gonna blow off my engagement.”
You hummed in contentment. Jeon Jungkook was the price and you had won. Though his fiancée would be messy to deal with, you knew he would protect you against her, plus you already had a house and cars under your name. All assets would soon be yours.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” you giggled against his mouth. In all seriousness, you were ecstatic to hear that your lover was finally about to cut off the only thing standing in your way.
His fiancée.
“Can I bounce on your cock as a celebration?”
You settled yourself in between his legs, taking the joint from his hand. You inhaled deeply, feeling hazy and warm in the comfort of your man’s arms. “Yes?”
“By all means,” he waved his hand towards his cock. His hand was already placed behind your head, inching you closer to him. His lips mouthed against yours, “Be my guest. It’s all yours.”
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Parisian Nights ✨️•Jeonghan Oneshot•
pairing : model! jeonghan × fem!reader
genre : pwp, absolutely messy smut, minors do not interact!!!
warnings : pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, mean jeonghan, sort of one night stand, explicit language.
word count : 780
author's note : this is an extremely impromptu drop as my account is literally dead for weeks!! what can be a better way to comeback than with some dirty smut! pls bear with my shitty writings and writer's block a bit!
“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Jeonghan’s words vibrates against your folds as his tongue is buried deep inside your hole, his smooth locks brushing against your walls, while his fingers rub gentle circles on your puffy bud. You had no idea how you ended up in this position, under this man you’ve only seen for the first time this evening. The one thing you remembered through the haze of all the orgasms he has already given you,was that you were assigned the job of being the guide and coordinator of the Yoon Jeonghan,the most serene beauty of YSL’s lineup for the Paris Fashion Week.
You were always swayed away by men with more on the masculine side of beauty until tonight, when you saw the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, arrive at the venue; long flowy hair strands sticking on his forehead making their way down to his bare shoulders, that were peeking out from under the blades of his black coat, the white tank covering his chest while also giving the most alluring shape to his petite curves. A one time wonder for real…something you definitely can’t miss getting your hands on.
“I asked you something baby” you were instantly pulled out of your recollections when you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your already sensitive clit, slowly realising it to be a slight bite from Jeonghan’s sharp canines, as a gesture for making you speak up….because the last thing he wanted from his fuck buddy was to lay quiet under him…not when he knows how good he was making you feel from his tongue alone.
“Hmm y…yess i am” only shaky breathy moans escape your lips as you try to be stable and vocal under his ecstatic touch, trying not to give in completely to the devil pressed between your legs. As angelic as he looked on the runway, from the moment he laid his hands on you tonight, you came to the realisation of how much of a satanically freak he was with his fingers and words.
“Complete words baby! You’re a what?” Jeonghan surely was enjoying all the teasings, seeing how wasted you were lying under him with your pussy clenching so good around his tongue, begging for its release for the 3rd time tonight.
“I am dirty little slut for you Yoon. Now pls let me, i cannot hold it in anymore” knowing how evil he was, you very well knew your request would go in vain as your sufferings, the constant twitching of your folds in his face, the push of your thighs to completely stuff him between your core was what making his boner grow more painful by each passing second.
“Not so easy, whore” and with this Jeonghan pumps in two of his cold fingers into your cunt accompanied by the unceasing swirls of his tongue inside your hole, lapping up every last drop of your honey juices into his mouth….the prettiest cunt he has ever tasted and will ever do.
Your back arches up from the intense feeling, toes curling up while your fingers grip onto Jeonghan’s still perfectly set hair, in an attempt to somehow hold yourself from coming undone on his pretty face right there…only to earn a tight slap on your swollen bud from him, triggering the last hold you had on yourself as you quite instantly end up painting Jeonghan’s locks and face white with your release.
Cursing under your breath for disobeying Jeonghan, you try to peek at his cum drenched form, still pressed into your core, with the slight hope of being forgiven for the sin. Oh how fool of you to even hope of mercy from the son of devil himself, as he slowly emerges out from between your thighs, white slick dripping down his chin, tongue lapping up your remaining juices on his lips, eyes clouded with the darkest most sinful haze ever known to man.
“You will have to pay for ruining my hair baby” Jeonghan’s cum coated fingers gently travel up your legs, to your tummy and finally on your perked up nipples, smothering them with your own release on the way, landing a tight pinch on one of the buds, while your eyes squint up from the overstimulation.
“What would you like more, my pretty baby…bouncing on my cock the whole night until your pussy is all swollen up and begging to be left alone or gagging on it until your eyes are all teary, face left completely ruined from my thrusts hmm?” Jeonghan’s lips slowly curl up into a devilish grin as he continues to make your insides clench around thin air with his word choices “ Either way I’m gonna be inside you tonight for as long as I desire.”
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you gasped as your eyes rolled back a bit, you have no idea how you ended up like this. few minutes ago you were just sleeping comfortably on your stomach and later you woke up to see mark lee humping you, rubbing his dick into your ass while crying and whining like a dog. "M-mark stop-" you complained as he turned your around and hovered on top of you.
"Y/n baby pleaseee~ I can't control myself, ride me please~" he whined as you stared at his hard dick which twitched inside his sweatpants. "No mark. I'm too worn out." he whined your name loudly and that always made you rub your thighs together.
his nails were gripping your thighs as he started crying while sitting between your legs. "you're such a brat mark lee." you said and, moved closer to the bedstand table and opened the drawer, pulling out your silk handkerchief as mark snatched it away from you.
"MARK? give it back." you said as he shook his head and tied your wrists together. "Please I've been fantasizing this." alexa playing music on a really low volume as you squimered around under him, while he pressed your legs apart, making them wide open.
"You're- what the fuck- dripping- I haven't even touched!" He exclaimed cutely as you bit your lip and closed your eyes. he then lowered his head down, dipping it down between your legs as he then started lapping at your heat.. sucking and licking your pussy, loud moans leaving your mouth.
"GOD- Mark..." you moaned. he was eating you like a hungry man, biting, sucking, licking, kissing and doing everything he could possibly in a fast pace. He was impatient.
No matter how horny mark was, and how much his dick was hurting... he never forgets to pleasure you because he remembers how much you hate selfishness. "Mark stop- Just get to penetration-" He knew you were too tired to suck him off so he shushed you.
"Just enjoy." he whispered against your pussy, making vibrations go through your body. you whined, wanting to complain but everything that left your mouth was moans as he thrust his tongue into you.
GOD. That was so new, and you were crazily moaning and it took you a few minutes to come on his tongue as he whimpered and licked you. "You- taste so good-" he whispered submissively and cleaned his chin using his hand. "I need you.." he whispered softly.
Those words always made you lose your mind, you then pushed him to the headboard using your tied hands - didn't help much but well he moved himself - and pressed your pussy to his hard on.
"wait." you said and slowly took him inside with a moan, he was huge, so the pain made sense. "oh god mark i-" you slowly started to bounce and move your hips in a rythmic motion as he threw his head back, moaning like an idiot while your eyes rolled back.
mark was so euphoric that drool was coming out of his mouth as he watched your breasts bounce. "I love you." he whispered as the two of you kissed, enjoying the night even though the house smelled like sex (every day story).
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Beast behaviour
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: Fox hybrid Wooyoung, who gets unbearable during his ruts, bunny hybrid reader, unprotected sex, knotting, also whiny woo, semi-public sex; Wordcount: 3.373
Summary: Just like everybody got hangry when they missed a meal, Wooyoung got unbearable when he didn’t follow his fox hybrid instincts during his ruts. He would have kept in his room and fought through it like any other year but with his roommates insisting on meeting someone, he followed their request. Only to meet you, a bunny hybrid.
A/N: Pleaseeee... whoever gave him those fox ears hairband.. thank you!!! Didn’t know I needed that mental image...
“WHAT?” Wooyoung nothing but yelled at the interruption as he turned in his seat and glared at the slowly opening door. His pointed ears drew back and the edges of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to bare his fangs at the intruder at any moment.
Yeosang peaked through the gap of the door with a nervous smile on his lips. “I just wanted to know if I should order something to eat for you too.”
Wooyoung growled at his friend while his tail flicked behind him with agitation. Right now he had other worries than food and his friend should know that - or at least so he thought. “Leave,” Wooyoung snarled at Yeosang, eyes narrowing threateningly.
“Alright, alright”, Yeosang murmured and retreated, closing the door behind him. “You’re such a pain in the ass during your rut!” Before Wooyoung could storm out of his room and tear him apart, Yeosang fled the scene, sharing one knowing glance with their roommate Yunho, who stood at the edge of the hallway and waited for him.
“I assume he’s always like that?” Yunho asked and turned towards the living room, plopping down on the couch while he waited for Yeosang to answer.
Yeosang plopped down as well and sighed deeply, throwing one arm over his eyes as he leaned back into the cushions. “It gets worse every year. It seems.” Another sigh left his lips. “He should seek help during his rut but instead he just holes himself in his room until it is over.”
“But with every year without a mate it gets harder”, Yunho finished and nodded slowly, understanding the annoyance his roommate felt to some degree.
Even though he only got to know both of them at the start of their college years, Yunho connected quite well with the duo. Most of the time it wasn’t that noticeable that he didn’t know them since kindergarten like Yeosang and Wooyoung did. Only moments like these made him realise that Yeosang and Wooyoung shared a deeper bond together.
“You said he should seek help, right?”
Yeosang removed his arm from his eyes and glanced at Yunho, who grinned knowingly. “Yeah?” His voice was tentative, unsure what kind of idea Yunho had produced now.
“I heard from Mingi about a service to help with ruts.”
“I don’t think some service-”
“No, no, no! It’s not really an official service! But there is this bunny hybrid in one of our classes and apparently she offers to help others during their ruts. Rumours have it she doesn’t even charge for it because it fulfils her desires.” Yunho straightened in his position, conspiratorially leaning towards Yeosang. “She’s often in the music rooms. Which are soundproof by the way.”
Yeosang contemplated the information, rolling his head from side to side. “I still don’t think Woo would be up for something like that.”
“Maybe not but maybe he would be”, Yunho mentioned and shrugged with his shoulders, “it wouldn’t hurt telling him about it. He can still decide whether he’d follow it or not.”
“Yeah, okay. Write down the details. I’ll slip the note into his room before I head to bed this evening.”
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Wooyoung stared at the scribbled words on the note, his brows furrowed in disdain. He read over the name and the location again, scoffing at the little added sentence ‘she can help you’ and the winking smiley in the corner of the piece of paper.
His thoughts wandered into dark places as he tried imagining the person behind that name. A sensual figure danced through his mind, a soft fox tail wrapped around the body to cover all the intimate parts while the pointed red ears focused on him.
Wooyoung palmed himself through his sweatpants, his own fox tail swishing behind him from excitement. Maybe he should go and seek some help otherwise the next few days would become close to painful.
After tugging himself away, Wooyoung made his way to the campus grounds. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and drew his shoulders up to his chin. It felt almost wrong to be outside while his rut was in full swing. Wooyoung knew every other hybrid that passed him, would be able to smell the spike in his pheromones and in the worst scenario they would want to jump him immediately.
Not that his fox side would complain about finally hitting it off but Wooyoung wanted to keep some sort of class. At least he tried telling himself that.
Once he reached the music rooms, his pace slowed and he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, checking with the scribbles again. No room number. Wooyoung stopped in his tracks and stared along the hallway, seeing at least a handful of closed doors in front of him.
When a door opened out of nowhere, Wooyoung jumped back and hid around the corner. His heart pounded inside of his chest while his ears swivelled around, listening in on the students that came out of the room.
“Thanks Y/N”, a male voice said, spiking Wooyoung’s interest.
The fox glanced around the corner, seeing a male hybrid - seemingly a canine - standing with his back to Wooyoung and another hybrid in front, bent over.
Wooyoung swallowed harshly, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants from that ass hugged tightly in these jeans.
He only regained some self control again, when the person straightened and turned around - a cute smile displayed on their lips.
“Really, Y/N, you’re the best!”
Wooyoung frowned, the name feeling familiar, before he raised his hand with the note and read over it again. His eyes widened momentarily while his heartbeat sped up again. So he found the one he was supposed to meet.
His eyes left the piece of paper and focused back on you. His gaze shamelessly roamed over your body and he already started imagining all the things he'd do with you, until his focus landed on your hybrid ears. Wooyoung nearly growled upon seeing the bunny ears, the edges of his mouth twitching into a snarl.
You leaned forward and nuzzled your nose against the other hybrid’s nose with a smile. “Stop flattering me, Jongho. I love to help out.”
Wooyoung had enough, your sweet voice not helping in keeping his disdain for the idea of asking you - a bunny hybrid nonetheless - for help. He was the superior hybrid, he was the fox. You should be cowering in front of him, begging for your life not the other way around.
“Hey, you’ve been out?” Yeosang greeted his friend as he stormed into the apartment, but as soon as he sensed the mood he quickly hid behind the dinner table and kept his distance from Wooyoung.
“Did you really send me to a fucking bunny hybrid?” Wooyoung snarled and slammed his hands on the table, glaring at Yeosang.
“First of all, I did not send you. You went on your own choice.”
Wooyoung growled as a warning for Yeosang to consider his next words.
“Second of all, your pride will bite you in the ass one day.”
This time Wooyoung barked at Yeosang and rounded the table, desperately trying to catch his friend so he could tear him apart. To his dismay Yeosang was faster and slipped into his own room, hiding away from Wooyoung, who then pounded with his fists against the closed door.
“So what if she’s a bunny hybrid? It’s not like you need to become her boyfriend or something. You need a good fuck to become bearable again and as far as the rumours go, bunnies should be perfect for that!”
Wooyoung stopped pounding against the door, considering Yeosang’s word. “Shut up!” He then growled and stormed off into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Inside Wooyoung dropped almost immediately on his bed, turning on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes while his hand wandered down to his cock, leisurely pumping it to relieve some tension. Low groans escaped his lips as he started to imagine not his own hand squeezing him so good.
A sweet voice rang through his mind. “I love to help out.”
Wooyoung groaned again, grabbing himself even tighter and moving his hand faster and faster. He pictured the soft smile and the bunny ears flopping from the rapid movement, feeling his own release closing in.
Until his mind caught on to his thoughts. Wooyoung immediately stopped touching himself, hissing as if he burnt his hand on the stove. Why the hell would he think of a bunny? Why the hell would he get turned on by that? And why the hell couldn’t he get your image, pumping him so eagerly, out of his head? Most importantly though, why did he want to see the real deal doing it?
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“If you don’t get laid by tonight, I will personally fuck you up!” Yunho threatened through Wooyoung’s closed door, finally having had enough with his antics. With no answer to his threat, Yunho groaned in annoyance and walked away, getting a broom to clean up Wooyoung’s tantrum in the kitchen.
While cleaning up the shards, Yunho heard a door open, some rushed footsteps and the front door closing and slamming shut again. A smirk played over his lips and for once he didn’t mind cleaning up after Wooyoung.
Once again Wooyoung found himself hiding behind the corner towards the hall of the music rooms. Once again he saw you exiting a room with some other hybrid. This time it seemed like a squirrel, if that bushy tail was anything to go by.
“You should take it easy with your throat for today”, the squirrel said and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “You did amazing though today!”
Wooyoung frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed as he saw you smile and touch your throat with your fingertips, chuckling softly.
“I’ll do my best, Hongjoong!”
That Hongjoong guy giggled and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. “I will ask San if you actually even tried!”
You shrugged with your shoulders. “I won’t be at the apartment until later in the evening, so he won’t be a good judge for that. But don’t worry, I’ll be nice today. Tell Seonghwa I said hi.” You waved with your hand and watched Hongjoong walk along the corridor.
Wooyoung stepped out of his hiding spot and walked towards you, eyeing your form again. You hadn’t noticed him yet and Wooyoung used every second he got to look at your ass shamelessly.
You jumped when you turned around and nearly bumped into someone else, quickly stepping back.
“I was told you could help me”, Wooyoung murmured and looked you up and down, a smirk playing over his features.
Realisation dawned on your face and your expression quickly shifted from surprised to understanding and then to resignation.
Wooyoung noticed how your nose wriggled slightly, knowing his pheromones must be affecting you already.
“Alright”, you mumbled and turned to the open door, walking into the empty music room. You knew of your reputation, knew it stemmed from you being a bunny hybrid and how you mostly kept to yourself and met up with different hybrid breeds every now and then didn’t help to stop the rumours from spreading. Though you never thought someone would actually approach you for that.
Wooyoung closed the door behind him, locking it and then leaning against the wooden surface. He quickly scanned the room, seeing a table with two chairs, a keyboard and a music stand. His fantasy already pictured the possibilities to take you within this space until his eyes landed on your form.
You leaned against the table, one leg crossed over the other, hands beside your hips on the surface and head tilted to one side.
Wooyoung swallowed harshly. That position highlighted all your feminine features. Legs, he wanted to be wrapped around his torso; hips, he wanted to grab onto while slamming into you; tits, he wanted to bury his face into.
“So, how are you expecting this to happen?” You asked and switched from one foot to another, trying to dismiss your own nervousness - especially with a fox hybrid, who looked like he wanted to devour you whole, in the same room. You grabbed one of your ears, brushing over the soft fur as a measure to calm yourself.
Your eyes wandered over his features, his sharp cheekbones, his pointed nose and hungry eyes, his incredibly red hair that nearly hid his fox ears. You noticed his simple get up - a white shirt, dark sweatpants and a leather jacket.
“How long have you been in your rut?” You asked and walked over to him, swaying your hips with every step.
Wooyoung shrugged with his shoulders, his eyes trained on your hips. “Dunno. A week?”
You giggled softly and stopped right in front of him. You let go of your ear and let your fingers glide along his chest instead, seeing him shudder from your simple touch. “It must be painful by now, right?”
Wooyoung nodded slowly, entranced with your presence. His eyes followed your fingertips and he wished for nothing else than your fingers to go even lower. He nearly whined when you stepped back and stopped touching him at all.
You knew you shouldn’t give in like that, you knew you should get away to regain a clear head again but your instincts held you in place. So instead of running away and keeping a clean vest, you wanted nothing else than to get railed by this fox hybrid. You bit down on your lower lip as you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt.
Wooyoung licked over his lips, watching as you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground. His erection pressed against his sweatpants, yearning to be set free but he couldn’t move, frozen in his place while he stared at you.
You smiled and turned around, leaning slightly forward while your hands wandered up your thighs and to your butt, pushing your skirt up until you could hook your thumbs under your panties and wriggle yourself out of them.
You walked back over to the table and propped yourself on top of it, placing your feet on the surface and sliding them apart to spread your legs. “What’s your move, pretty boy?” You placed one hand on your core and spread your lips apart, dipping a finger into your hole with a soft moan. You pulled your finger out and moved it to your mouth, sucking on your digit.
You repeated the movement again but before you were able to suck on your finger, Wooyoung stood in front of you, hand wrapped around your wrist. He looked you in the eyes as he moved your hand to his lips and enveloped your finger, tongue swirling around it.
“I want to fuck you. Now.” Wooyoung breathed once he cleaned your finger.
“Then do it”, you teased and wriggled with your hips, getting Wooyoung’s attention back down to your entrance.
He furrowed his brows in concentration, groaning slightly in pain from holding himself back. He had to make things clear before he actually fucked you. “There won’t be any foreplay. Just fucking until I’m spent for the day. I won’t check for any of your needs.” Wooyoung breathed heavily, using the last ounce of self control to look back up at your face. “You understand that, right?”
You rolled your eyes and leaned back on your elbows. “As if a hybrid in a rut would be able to have any control whatsoever”, you laughed dryly, “I know that and I accept that. So, darn it, just fuck me already, pretty boy.”
“Name’s Wooyoung”, the fox hybrid grunted as he discarded his jacket and shirt, smirking upon seeing your aroused reaction. He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, not even giving you the chance to admire his hard on before he slammed his dick into you.
A high pitched gasp left your mouth from the pleasurable pain Wooyoung inflicted on you.
He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table, holding you tight and keeping you in place as he continued drilling into you.
You arched your back, ignoring the pain in your elbows and the slight cramp in your leg. There was no way you would stop the fox nor would he be able to stop in the first place. He pounded into you, stroking just the right spots inside.
Your vision blurred and white spots appeared at the edges of it, all while your lower stomach tightened.
Wooyoung groaned as he felt your walls clutching tightly around his shaft, making it even harder for him to move. Though he refused to lower his pace, fucking into you with new found determination.
He tipped you over the edge, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs spasmed and grew limp shortly afterwards. At the same time you lost your strength in your arms.
You would have fallen on the desk, if Wooyoung hadn’t snaked one arm around your torso and pressed you against himself. His other hand grabbed your thigh to keep your legs spread, nails digging into your skin.
Even after you came down from your high, Wooyoung continued to slam his hips into you. At first you felt a slight discomfort, face twisting slightly, before a new wave of pleasure hit you.
“Shit”, Wooyoung groaned, his hips stuttering slightly in their pace.
You lost track of time and count of your orgasms by now, head somewhat lolling to one side. Still, you asked: “What is it?”
Wooyoung continued to push into you, grunting several times. “I might just cum soon.”
“So?”
“Means I’ll knot”, he grunted through his teeth.
It took you a moment to understand what that meant. It took you even longer to form some sort of response. “Is okay, you can do that.”
Only seconds after you said it, the base of his dick swelled, spreading your hole almost painfully. You winced and your face twisted in pain. Yet, when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a moan of pleasure bubbled up in your throat.
Wooyoung stilled, brows furrowed and eyes scrunched up until he spilled every last drop into you. He then carefully lowered your back on the table, resting his head on your chest with a satisfied sigh.
“Feeling better, pretty boy?” You tilted your head a little to get a better view at his face, a smile crossing your lips from his content expression. With a little effort you raised your arm and placed your hand on his hair, playing with it while you waited for his answer.
“Filled you all up”, Wooyoung murmured, his fox tail swishing proudly behind him.
You chuckled softly and closed your eyes, enjoying the nearly intimate moment with him. You only pried your eyes open again, when Wooyoung suddenly started to paw at your breasts, nibbling and licking your skin. “What are you doing, pretty boy?” You chuckled again and scratched the base of his ears, somewhat endeared by the complete turn of his demeanour.
“Wanna fill you up more. Fill you up and see your belly swell with my cups.” He nosed along your skin and even whined when he couldn’t reach your throat and face unless you closed the space.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows again with a soft smile on your lips. “Such a tame little fox”, you teased and brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, “just needed some pussy to behave again.”
Wooyoung whined and buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply. He felt the knot at the base of his dick reducing again but it did nothing against his erection. Slowly Wooyoung pulled out of you, smirking when you whined from the loss. He raised his head and looked up at you with wide eyes and a pout on his lips. “May I?”
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to clarify his question.
“May I fill you up again?”
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idk if asks are open but can you do soft boyfriend!vernon smut because i am a SIMP for your work thx bb
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BOYFRIEND!VERNON
⤷ c.w cunt eating, dommy vernon, mentions of princess | seventeen’s vernon | © jvkeh
boyfriend! vernon is what every girl needs in their life. he’s attentive, communicative, funny and above all, extremely hot.
and he knew you knew he was hot. after all, if the moans radiating off his bedroom walls and into the ears of his members the next dorm over a few fridays ago was anything to go by, he was fairly aware of his effect on you. and your effect on others, he presumes, when seungcheol grudgingly berated him the morning after while covering his region with his hand.
so it made moments like these, where he came back from an mandatory early morning workout with the hiphop team, special. when he was still relieving in his post workout glory, coming home to you still in bed was the perfect contrast to the outgoing atmosphere that was the gym. and getting to see your face scrunch up in your sleep as you feel the empty pillows next to you where vernon should be, is even better.
“good morning, princess.” vernon smiles as your puffy eyes made eye contact with his figure from across the room, amused at your pouting face that showed you weren’t exactly asleep for a bit. “up bright and early today.”
you let out a yawn that causes vernon to laugh as you threw the blanket across the other side of the room, revealing you in just flowy white shorts and a loose fitting pink tank top, before you immediately spreaded your legs across the bed. “maybe because i was waiting for you to come fuck me.”
his eyes widened. shit. on a random sunday morning, you happened to be all worked up? but he wasn’t complaining, when you looked at him with fluttering lashes and he was basically ready to be naked in his revealing tank top and shorts anyway…
“i thought you had your eyes closed, princess?” he hummed, removing his top as he began to untie the laces on his shorts, mantaining eye contact with you. “or were you just fooling me?” he referenced to only fifteen minutes prior, where you looked pained as your eyes were shut. “did you have a scary dream about me?”
“i was having a wet one, actually.” you admitted, closing your legs instinctively. “you eating me out to death.”
that did it for vernon, who stalked across the room until he was directly in front of the bed, and grabbed your ankles, pulling you downwards until your shirt rode up, revealing the glistening layers of sweat from your intimate dream across your stomach. considering it was fourteen degrees celcius out, he was surprised at how hot to the touch you were. you were that riled up?
when his fingers ghosted over your cunt, mindlessly toying with the fabric of your sleep shorts, he felt a increase in heat compared to the other areas of your body. the muscle pulsed under his fingers, clearly straining against the fabric at your touch. you let out a pained grunt as you laid further into the bed, the coldness of his fingers contrasting with the hotness of your body.
“were you looking for me, princess?” he hums as he made great show of slowly removing your shorts, revealing white lace underwear that was transparent in the centre. a result of your dirty thoughts. “when you were stretching your arms out?” he asks, curiously. “wanting me stretching you for real?”
“i was looking for my vibrator.” you replied, exasperated at his slowness to sastify you. “because you are busy for me nowadays.” a snarky tone was evident in your sugarcoated words, a result of vernon’s early leaves and late entrances. even on weeekends, he still was absent for other things he had to do. so it made your interactions with him slim. holidays, people spent it with their significant others. he spent more time with the going seventeen staff during that period than you.
and it wasn’t his fault, you knew it deep down. it’s what he’s obligated to do in order to relish in the good aspects of his job. but it was hard to date someone for years and still be constantly unavailable. and when he was gone in the mornings, only the toys were able to relieve you.
but those words still sting to vernon. “excuse me, yn?” he exhaled, not wishing to raise his voice at all. vernon was not an arguer in the slightest, preferring peace. but it didn’t mean he tolerated badmouthing, especially not to him. “where are your manners?”
“out in the window with our sex life.” you quipped, a smirk curling at witnessing his anger slowly bubble to the surface.
vernon was a boyfriend every girl needed in their life, he is attentive, communicative, and extremely hot. but he’s also another thing, that rarely ever gets to rear it’s head at you due to the nature of his personality, dominant.
he shuffled your underwear down as his head immediately crashed in between your legs, making you yelp as his hands snaked around them, gripping the fat. you were at the very edge of the bed, legs stretched out and forcibly wrapped around vernon’s head as you felt his mouth attack your cunt.
“f-fuck vernon!” you whined out as he licked up the entrance of your vagina, making sure to lubricate your walls with his spit. “f-faster.”
he paused momentarily, still face down in your cunt as your face was looking up to the ceiling. “you don’t make the rules, princess.” he said darkly, before he went down.
he began to shift further into your pussy, reaching your clit. his mouth was like clockwork, working every crook and inch of your skin like he memorised it. despite it being months before you have been ate out, you can feel vernon’s muscle memory kick in with his familiar preferences of how to eat you out.
a finger sneaked in your cunt, rubbing the tightened muscles to loosen you up, more liquid squirting out at his actions. “fuck, princess. you’re so tight, i had to jam my finger in.” he groaned, his body replying to yours by humping the sides of the bed. you could tell he probably had his dick about to burst out of his underwear, as he continued to rub himself, too preoccupied with eating you out to give himself sastifaction. “called you princess too much, you thought you were one.” he said softly, reminding you of your comment.
you could feel your climax building up fast, as vernon quickened his pace of alternating between tongue and finger, using his thumb to rub you over when he got stuck in a particular spot. just from how quickly you were pushed off the cliff, you will never doubt vernon’s ability to please you ever again.
as you let out a cry, body stretching out until your chest reached the air, liquid landed on vernon’s face like rainfall. it took a few minutes for your high to conclude, which is when vernon sat up properly. his face dripped, a result of his amazing game, and his boxers were almost torn in the region at how stiff his dick stuck against the material. his self restraint was out of this world. his hands still gripping your ankles as he let go, opting to tighten them around your waist, forcing your head to look up on him while your chin relaxed on his shoulder.
“i’m sorry i’m not here often.” he apologised sincerely. now that you could see his face up, you can tell his eyes was laced with self doubt and insecurity. you loved it when vernon went silent dom on you, but you forgot the effects it had on his self esteem.
“i’m sorry i said that, i didn’t mean it at all.” you muttered. “i think you do a great job of being home despite your schedule.” you admitted, knowing you could never handle what he does.
“i love you, yn.” he says, eyes glinting with all the happiness of being able to see you in this moment of post sex glory. “thank you for staying for me when i’m not here.”
“i love you too, vernon.” you sigh into his arms. you wrapped your own arms around his waist, as he pulled you in a tight hug, kissing your shoulder up. and then your neck.
“vernon?” you questioned his motives as he began to go further up your neck. “you have anything to show me?”
he took your hand, before pulling it under his boxers. “yeah.”
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"Let me love you" — Park Jimin | ABOVE
!! Part of my ongoing series "ABOVE" but this chapter can be read as a one shot without the main story!
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Pairing — Jimin x F! Reader
Genre — Smut, Fluff, First time together (both none virgins tho!), a little humour, adoring, intense loving, caring & soft Jimin, passionate
word count — 3.5k
Summary — (Reader's view): After weeks of dating Jimin & holding back even tho I wanted to go further before, this night I find myself right underneath him, finally taking the next step by having sex with him for the first time.
Age rating — 18+
Warnings — unprotected sex, teasing, Pwp (with a little plot but not really), oral stimulation (on him), body worship, penetrative sex, creampie, cursing
Chapter 17 — "Let me love you"
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My heart wildly thumps against my chest while I lay directly under Jimin.
He lays his full body on top of mine, takes his left hand off the bed and softly runs his fingers over my cheek, down to my lips.
Jimin: "Let me love you"
A cold shiver comes all over my body as I stare into his brown truthful eyes.
His fingers run sideways down my neck over my chest to my stomach until they reach the hem of my shirt. With his eyes focused on mine and carefully watching every little move I make, he slides his fingers under my shirt. I feel them slowly making their way up to my bra while his lips are back on mine and he's starting to kiss me passionately. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull myself a bit up and press my body against his so that there's a gab between my back and the bed. Jimin's hands both slide into the gab and he suddenly pulls the both of us up so that I'm sitting on his lap. His arms holding onto me tightly, he takes his lips off me and his eyes wander down my body.
Jimin: "Can I take off your shirt?"
I nod. Jimin bites his bottom lip and smirks in excitement as he slowly lifts my shirt and pulls it over my head and arms. A sec later, he throws my shirt off the bed. I grab his face with both my hands and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer to his body. His kisses start to get more rough but before I had the chance to take control, he breaks the kiss and devotes himself to my neck. Placing tender kisses all over it, he makes his way down over my collar bone to my chest where he stops. His eyes are now searching for my gaze while his fingers on my back slip under my bra and deftly open it.
I smile.
I've been feeling insecure about my body whenever it came to showing it off to someone. But with Jimin I don't feel any pressure at all.
I signalise him to take his hands off and lean back against the wall, what he immediately does. He patiently lays his hand on my thighs and watches me carefully while I slip my bra off infront of him and quickly throw it to the floor.
Jimin's hands move my thighs up to my waist. His eyes observantly follow them, then wander over my stomach to my chest, where they stop for a moment before they go up to my face.
Jimin: "You're insanely beautiful"
I blush and let out a relieved sigh.
Me: "Give me your hands"
I reach my hands in his direction. After he placed his hands in mine, I guide them over my body and gently place them on my breasts. He immediately begins to knead them tenderly and lets a soft moan escape his mouth.
Jimin: "Damn.. so soft"
I let him enjoy it a bit more before I lean in and start to kiss him again.
While I'm still sitting on his lap, I can kinda feel something building up between my legs. The feeling of being desired by Jimin turns me on even more.
I need to get out of those jeans.. I wanna feel him more.
Jimin straightens himself back up and I now run my hands under his shirt, grab it and lift it up.
Damn..
While staring at his abs, I kinda forgot what I was trying to do. Jimin, who noticed that, smirks and takes his shirt off himself instead. He then grabs my hand, places a soft kiss on it and puts it on his perfect chest just a second later.
I run my fingertips over his chest a few times before I slowly move my hand down his body to his pants. I stop at the cuff of his jeans and take a playful look at Jimin, who's still biting his lip while watching me.
I finally open the zip and slide my hand into his jeans. I glide down over his boxers to the bulge between his legs and gently place my hand right on it. I can clearly feel his thing twitching and getting harder with every breath as I start stroking over it. I look back at Jimin who's eyes are focusing my body while he let's out a few low moans. I smirk, pull my hand out his jeans and let myself fall backwards off his lap onto the bed.
I wish I could see his face right now.
I bite my lip and wait for him to follow me. Just a second later he appears in my sight over me.
Jimin: "Let me take those off"
He quickly disappears off my sight again and I hear the rustling of his jeans. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath.
I've been wanting this so bad for the past weeks and now it's finally gonna happen.
I must be dreaming.
I open my eyes and come back to my senses when I suddenly feel one of his hands sliding up my right leg, over my knee to my inner thigh. Slipping over my jeans between my legs, he softly strokes over my sensitive spot before he grabs my hip and sits on top of me.
He stares down on me and runs his fingers over my naked skin.
Jimin: "It's not a dream"
Again, I feel like he's able to read my mind.
He leans down and kisses me while his left hand leans on bed next to my head and his right hand wanders down my body. He then breaks the kiss, straightens himself up on me again und concentrates on opening my jeans.
He's kneeling on the bed, my hips between his legs. A strand of his black hair falls into his face as he looks down to my pants. My eyes wander over his concentrated face, down his chest.
He's is perfect.
My gaze continues to wander downwards over his abs. The shape of his hard thing is clearly viewing through his tightly fitting boxers.
Jimin suddenly slides his left hand under my body and pushes me a little up while his right hand starts to pull down my jeans.
I giggle as it takes longer than expected.
Me: "Let me help you"
I lift my hips up a little more. Jimin finally puts both his hands on my pants, pulls them gently over my butt and slides them off my legs. He looks down on me and his eyes wander over every part of my body, down from my legs up to my face.
"Perfect.." - He mumbles before he lets himself down on me again.
The moment his soft skin touches mine, goosebumps spread over my entire body. I take a sharp breath in as he starts to kiss me passionately and presses his body on mine. I run my hands down his back and place them on his well trained butt.
Damn, his body is perfect in every way.
Without putting to many thoughts into it, I naturally slide my hands into his boxers and softly start to knead his butt with my fingers while we still kiss.
Me: "Wow.."
I mumble between a kiss and suddenly, I feel Jimin's breath on my nose from a light giggle. He takes his lips off me.
Jimin: "You seem to like what you feel"
I nod and playfully smile. Jimin's face forms a smirk. He then starts to move his hip and gently rub his thing against me between my legs. I draw in a sharp breath and bite my lip. He leans down and continues to kiss me while he gently keeps moving. With every move, he starts to press it harder against me until both our breaths are starting to get deeper. I let out a jerky moan and run my fingers up and down his back. After a couple of kisses, his lips leave my mouth and make their way sideways down. As he reached my neck, he places a passionate kiss on it before I suddenly feel his tongue running over my skin. He slides down my neck, over my collarbone til he reached my chest. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand and starts licking around my nipple while the other hands slides down my body. His fingers glide over my waiste to my inner thigh and suddenly between my legs. He strokes a few times over my panties when he suddely starts to suck my nipple. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better right now, he slides his hand into my panties.
Me: "Oh my gosh"
I press my lips on each other.
Jimin's hand in my panties holds in for a moment. At the same time he let's go of my boob and comes back up to my face. He then places a tender kiss on my lips and makes sure I'm alright.
Jimin: "Is that okay?"
Me: "More than that"
He smiles and nods, just to glide his middle finger into my cleft a moment later and starts searching for my sensitive spot. The moment he found it, I throw my head back and grab the bedsheets.
Me: "Fuck.."
He starts to gently move his finger in circles while carefully watching my face. His eyes wander down to my open mouth, which a few soft groans escape from time to time. His gaze then wanders back to my eyes. He moves closer to my face and softly touches my lips with his, without moving them. He stares deep into my eyes as his finger in my slip starts to move faster. Not enough, he slides aside and starts sucking the skin on my neck.
I feel like metling any second.
Me: "Jimin, wait -"
I moan into his ear.
He lifts his head and looks at me expectantly.
Me: "if you keep going like that.."
I let out a jerky breath.
He grins and starts moving his finger even faster. Fast and yet precise on the right spot.
Jimin: "Like that?"
He smirks and continues to tease me.
The tension in my body gets more and more until I feel like I'm gonna explode any second.
My hands quickly reach for Jimin's body, then I pull myself up and push him down onto the bed. Now, I'm sitting on his lap while he lays on his back. He looks at me a bit confused.
I breath as if I've been running a few miles.
Me: "Not yet"
I sigh and lean back. My hands are relying on the matress on each side of his hip.
Jimin sits up and wraps his arms around me.
Jimin: "Do you wanna stop?"
Me: "NO"
- I say with dismay.
Jimin laughs in a flirty way and starts placing kisses all around my upper body while I'm still trying to recover from his touch. I close my eyes, sigh in enjoyment and sink into his arms.
Me: "Everything you do feels like heaven"
My eyes still closed, I gently start grinding my hips on his body.
Jimin: "Woah"
Jimin stops kissing me and I hear him taking a sharp breath in. I open my eyes and see him looking down on our bodies. His black hair hangs down into his face.
He's so ethereal beautiful.
I put my arms on his shoulder, grab his head and kiss him. Our kisses are getting more intense each time our lips find their way back to eachother.
This time, I'm taking control in our actions. I nestle my body close to his and start gyrating my hips on his lap. I hold in and run my fingers through his hair as I feel his thing pressing against my panties through his boxers.
For a moment we look intensively at each other with our foreheads and noses touching.
"I'm yours" he whispers as his brown, truthful eyes stare into mine.
We kiss further and more intense til I push him down on the matress, start to kiss his neck and at the same time finally slide my right hand into his boxers.
"Fuck", he jerky inhales.
My fingertips smoothly run up and down his errection as I start to slowly wander with my kisses down on his body. Here and then, I suck a little on his skin. The further down I get, the faster he starts to breath. Placing kisses around his belly button, I gently grab his hard thing and start stroking it.
Jimin: "Oh damn"
I can feel him twitching between my fingers the closer I get down with my lips. When I finally reach the waistband of his boxers, I look up at him.
Communicating without words, Jimin seems to understand my gaze. He bites his lips and nods. Then he lifts his arms, puts them up next to his head and grabs the pillow. I form a shy smile before I look down and pull of his boxers.
His errection literally jumps out as soon as I slipped the shorts over it's tip.
I softly start rubbing it up and down while I look up in search of his gaze.
Jimin tilts his head down and gives me a pleased look while he exhales with a moan.
I look back down and place long lasting kiss on it's tip while I keep rubbing it. While kissing the tip, I play a little with my tongue which elicits a loud moan from Jimin. I then slide it a little deeper into my mouth and softly start sucking on it while moving my head up and down. Jimin breaths heavily and just a little into it, he moans out loud in passion.
Jimin: "It.. it feels so good but - "
He groans.
Jimin: "Ba..babe, you should stop before I.."
I slow a bit a down and take my lips off. He immediately pulls me in and places soft kisses on my shoulder.
"You're amazing", he mumbles while still kissing my skin. His hands wander down my back, slide over my panties and grab my butt. Then he starts to kiss me on my mouth until one of his hands slides sideways down into my slip. His fingers make their way between my legs and he softly starts rubbing my clit. I break the kiss and let a few low moans out into his mouth.
"I'll take them off", he whispers and pulls my panties down. I quickly slip out of them and let my body fully sink on his. His hand slides back between my legs and one of his fingers starts tingling me down there, a little wilder now. He keeps going til I start to heavily breath and burst my head into his shoulder. He slows down, spreads my cleft and presses his hard thing between my labia until it's tip touches my clit. I lift my head and continue to kiss Jimin. He gently starts rubbing his errection against me, getting more and more faster, as I grind my hips on it. After a little while, he suddenly pushes himself up to sit and switches our positions.
He looks down on me and runs his fingertips over my naked body which causes goosebumps all over me.
He leans down and whispers into my ear.
Jimin: "I wanna give you all my love"
A second later, he starts sucking softly on my ear and strokes the tip of his cock a few times over my clit to tease me. He searches for my gaze to make one more time sure I'm okay with it. I smile and nod right before he finally takes the next step and gently slides it into me. A lusty moan escapes my mouth.
Jimin pushes it a little deeper into me and sighs in a highly agitated tone.
Jimin: "Oh my -"
His cold breath blows against my chest as he gently lays his body down on me.
Jimin: "Just.. just a sec"
He leans his forehead against mine and looks deep into my eyes as he holds in for a moment.
Jimin: "You feel amazing"
I wrap my arms around his neck and smile.
Me: "So do you"
He smiles sheepishly and gives me a tender kiss that turns into intense smooching. While we're passionately making out, he slowly starts moving. As his body slowly moves back and forth, I feel him thrusting more and more into me.
I tighten my arms around his neck and start moving my hips a little in his rhythm.
His skin nestles sweaty against mine and with every move, our moans get louder.
Jimin's head slides down my neck to my breasts and he starts sucking my nipples as he pounds faster into me. I slightly pull him in his hair back up to my face and kiss him while my hands glide down his back to his butt. I place my hands on it and start guiding Jimin to go even faster as I softly push his butt up and down.
"AH-", he moans into my mouth as I feel him twitching like crazy inside me.
Jimin: "I'm.. I'm getting close - "
He leans his head against my shoulder and his sweat drips onto my skin. Unexpectedly, he suddenly starts rubbing my clit with his thumb as if him thrusting the hell out of me wasn't enough. A loud moan slips out of my mouth and body arches itself off the matress in erection.
"Jimin" I groan, take fast, sharp breaths and try to stay under my own control while Jimin doesn't seem to slow down in any way. He presses his lips against my neck and heavily breathes out of his nose.
I feel like levitating as the tension rises and builds up deep inside me.
"I.. can't.. I can't hold it anymore" I moan. He lifts his head and sighs in a slight laughter.
Jimin: "Me neither..."
He groans into my ear and whispers.
Jimin: "Babe, let me pull out or else.."
I press my hands hard against his butt and refuse to let him slip out.
Me: "Don't - "
I take a short break to breath while he keeps moving.
Me: "It's a safe day"
I bite my lip and smile.
Jimin's eyes widen astonished.
Jimin: "Are you sure you want me to -"
But I won't let him finish the sentence as I push him deeper down at me and he moans out loud.
Jimin: "F-FUCK"
His face gets close to mine and our lips touch each other while we're both moaning out of them. His upper body is tightly pressed against my chest so that not even a piece of paper would fit between us.
"Cum with me" he whispers with a shaky voice of excitement.
The pace of his hips quickens as he pushes into me even deeper. The tip of his cock starts to quickly in a row hit just right on the perfect spot inside me, what makes me yell out his name. Jimin lets out a few contentend sighs as he hears me moan his name. We both get closer and closer to our high and won't take our gaze off each other until I finally let out a loud, lustful moan and close my eyes.
Jimin: "That's it - "
He tightly grabs the bedsheets and groans in passion as we cum together. The feeling of him cuming inside me makes my body shake in excitement.
Jimin slows down and let's his body sink onto me in satisfaction. He lays his head sideways on his cheek on my shoulder and places a soft kiss on my neck.
I run my fingers through his sweaty hair and give him a kiss on his forehead.
For a moment it's silent. I stare at the ceiling and the only thing able to be heard are our heavy breaths.
Never before have I made love with someone in such a passionate way.
And never before have I felt so good afterwards.
A low relieved laughter escapes my nose. Jimin tilts his head up in my direction and smiles as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He looks back down and starts drawing soft circles on my stomach. His fingertips gently run over my skin.
He suddenly raises his soft voice.
Jimin: "What if I got you pregnant just now?"
He shyly smiles.
I don't know how to react to what Jimin just said. But he doesn't seem to except any kind of answer from me as he still looks at my stomach and keeps running his fingertips over my skin.
I'd say he shouldn't worry about that since I'm pretty sure it's a safe day. But I'm not sure if that's what he'd like to hear. His smile confuses me.
I gently stroke a strand of his hair out of his face and reach for the blanket to pull it over us. I then snuggle a little more up to Jimin and kiss him. We both fall asleep in each others arms a little while later.
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— hello dear readers. this story hits a bit closer to home than the rest. this story, while yes it’s a smut for all of you to read and enjoy, is also one for those bigger girls that just don’t feel like they belong. all of the descriptions you’ll find for the oc are descriptions of my own body and how i see it when i look at myself in the mirror. i just want everyone to know, YOU ARE PERFECT! you are beautiful and loved and you shouldn’t worry about if you fit the standards of people around you. if you don’t fit YOUR standards, that’s what matters. if YOU want to cause change, go for it! but don’t allow others to make you feel the need to change, because you are lovely as you are!!! i love your big thighs and tummy that causes a little bulge if you wear high wasted jeans. i love your smile and your messy hair with split ends. i love your boobs!! (that sounds bad im sorry) and theyre NEVER too big or too small. don’t be ashamed to wear extra big bras or extra big clothes and don’t get yourself down. i love you :)
tw: unhealthy body image
w: softer smut (meaning it isn’t entirely complete and has an open ending for ur imagination), praise, big-bodied reader (so the descriptions during smut are to fit her body so it might be hard to imagine yourself as her), jealous reader, you might dislike this reader because she has a lot of insecurities but tbh i find her realistic lmfao, body worship, jaem is like legit hottest painter ever pls, sexual tension is real oml, slow, unprotected bc like jaemin cum inside is so hot i cry every time, very long but it didnt need to be, i havent written in months pls be nice this might be awful
ok just to like clarify, im still trying to get back into smut so this is more of an easing into it? its quite long and most of it is just story + teasing, sorry to leave anyone hanging :( i just wanna kinda ease back into it, but i still think this is pretty hot tbh lmao
jaemin’s good at painting.
you recognized his talent the day you met him; varying shades of pink and purple mixing with the bright yellow shades and orange hues that created a beautiful sunset. you’d seen it on his canvas that he was carefully dragging up the stairs of the sweet and small cafe across from your college.
then, you saw that same colorful piece strung proudly on the wall behind your favorite table, or well, your now favorite table.
your favorite ever since the painting had been placed there.
he’s gifted; has a talent that few have and/or ever will have within their lifetime, regardless of practice. the saying might be practice makes perfect, but you know no amount of practice will make a painter as perfect as jaemin is.
his brush strokes are soft, yet precise, and he blends color effortlessly. in all your combined hours of watching him work, you’ve never once seen him make a mistake. all of his work turns out perfect, breathtaking, and you’re never not in awe of his abilities.
today, however, you’ve discovered a new talent of his.
body painting.
something you never thought you’d be interested in, yet here you are, watching as his brush draws elegant lines across the toned stomach of his model. her breasts are on full display and while you’re fascinated by the scene, you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy underneath.
her face remains blank, eyes closed in relaxation and body completely still aside from the occasional ticklish twitch. you wonder how she remains so effortlessly composed, even while knowing that such a beautiful man has his hands so close to every area she typically hides from the outside world, and his eyes darting across every expanse of beautiful pale skin.
not to mention, her body is beautiful, and this is something you cannot deny. she has thicker thighs, though still remaining on the smaller side. her arms are small, but laced with some muscle from her obvious workout routine. her stomach has little fat, though still enough to remind prying eyes that she is, in fact, healthy and eating well. she has perky breasts, but they’re smaller and more fitting to her form, with tiny nipples that stand right up every time jaemin’s brush dances over her chest.
and her face- oh, her face. plump lips and rosy cheeks, hazel eyes, deep brown hair pushed back into a low bun that leaves a few stray strands to frame her face.
jealousy.
there’s that twinge again.
the feeling of anger and envy and desperation all mixed into one, laced thickly with insecurity. insecurity because you know- you know you’ll never compare to her model physique.
korean beauty standards are tough, and yet, that girl seems to fit all of them without trouble. however, as you glance down at your stomach, seeing the bulge in your shirt from where the lower half of your abdomen juts out and rests over the band of your jeans, tears fill your eyes. you know you have big thighs, thighs that shake and jiggle and erupt a loud pop! when you slap them. you know you have sunken eyes from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety and puffy cheeks. you know your hair has split ends and is unevenly cut at some lengths, and you know your breasts are larger than others.
you wish you didn’t think like this, but when allowed time to think and remain trapped in your own head for long enough, you have no choice. you don’t fit the standards, you don’t fit jaemin’s standards, and you doubt you fit the standards of anyone in the world.
you hadn’t been paying attention for the remainder of jaemin’s session- not that you wanted to- and had begun to drift off. soon enough, when you heard jaemin and his model begin to converse quietly, almost as if they were trying to make sure you couldn’t hear, you figured your mind was slowly killing you and simply murmured out need fresh air, before you were scurrying out of the room.
there was something unsettling about being in love with an artist. someone that could find beauty in everything and anything, and make the best out of the worst situation.
but when being in love with an artist, among several other insecurities, one always lingered longer than others.
could he find the beauty in you?
if jaemin did feel the same way about you as you felt about him, could he find a way to fix the imperfections? could he repair the broken image you’d been looking at in the mirror for years? could he find a way to mend all the pain, close all the wounds, and top off the scars with pretty, punctual bows as opposed to what you had now: ragged and mangled skin?
of course, it’s all hypothetical, and it all comes back to two questions. could he love you? could he find the beauty in you?
could he love someone incapable of loving themself, and find the beauty in something that has been left out to rot and rust? the beauty even you cannot seem to find, regardless of how many times you attempt to.
you didn’t realize you were shivering. the air was frigid and windy, and you were sure your cheeks had turned a rosy pink due to the exposure. you felt a cough bubble up in your throat and hugged yourself tighter, eyes staring up at the sky.
if jaemin were here, he’d call the sky his blank canvas.
too bad he isn’t- too bad his attention is on the girl with a perfectly sculpted body and a pretty face, and an even prettier voice; and you were sure she had a pretty laugh and a pretty personality to top it off.
jealousy.
“i can’t escape it, can i…” you murmur quietly, referring to the burning feeling blossoming in your gut. a feeling that was traveling through your veins like blood and spreading to every place in your body like wildfire- until it reached your fingertips and you wished you could do something with it.
when you heard his voice, however, it practically fizzled out and you were left frozen once again, lips quivering.
“awfully cold out,” he says, that wistful tone to his voice he seemed to always have. you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders, and your heart further sank at the idea that it might not fit if you were to attempt to actually wear it.
“you should head back inside, don’t want your pretty face damaged by the cold.”
when hd noticed you weren’t returning his stare, he gently, hesitantly, reached a hand out and cupped your cheek opposite of him. then, as softly as he could, he tugged the skin until you were leaning into his touch, finally meeting his eyes.
“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?”
cherry blossom.
the nickname he’d given you once he discovered your favorite tree- and later created several pieces of art that now adorned your bedroom. the pretty pink petals falling down onto the bright green grass, matched with soft handwriting that read a cherry blossom for my cherry blossom on the bottom.
“she’s pretty,” you muttered, almost disdainfully. you felt awful. here you were, hating on a girl because she was pretty. because no matter how sweet she might be, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s pretty and you don’t think you are- envy has you wrapped around its’ evil finger. “don’t you think?”
“who’s pretty?” jaemin asks curiously, a comforting hand tracing circles into your back.
you withheld a scoff, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. your brown eyes; eyes no match for the beauty of her hazel ones.
“the girl you were painting,” you murmur sadly, trying to ignore the familiar twinge eating away at you.
you didn’t want to compare yourself to the girl, but you couldn’t help it. it happened without you even realizing, and once you figured out what was happening, you were far too gone and the feeling had invaded your mind long enough to twist the facts.
jaemin hums, watching your expression closely.
“well yes, she is pretty,” and once your face falls and your eyes drop to your shoes at his confession, he shakes his head, “but so are you.”
“while she might be the art i painted today, you’re the art i admire every day,” he says slowly, tugging you into his chest. you feel pride swelling in your chest and the tears in your eyes soon turned to tears of indescribable happiness.
“don’t let the fact that i painted her get to your head, yeah?” he whispers, “i really didn’t even look at her unless it was to make sure the piece blended together.”
“she’s just so perfect…” you whimper sadly, “and i guess she just made me realize- well i just felt so ugly next to her.”
you felt a kiss on the top of your head, making your eyes close in content.
“you are not ugly, cherry blossom.”
while you weren’t entirely sure if this entire conversation was a confession of sorts or just friendly reassurance, you didn’t want to overthink it. his words pierced your heart in all the right ways- and you really didn’t want to mess it up.
—
you hadn’t seen jaemin do any more body painting work- or even mention the topic- in a month. he seemed so passionate about it, so his sudden disinterest was shocking to you.
of course, you appreciated it considering you were his assistant and ended up watching him work 99% of the time.
but, still, you did worry deep down.
what if you crushed one of his dreams with your own selfish insecurities?
you still remember when he came running into your apartment with a book on body painting, rushing to explain the art. you really hadn’t understood a word he said at the time, too invested in admiring that one look he always adorned when he was obsessed with something.
and obsession that you envied at the time- could he ever be that obsessed over you?
at some point, could you fill his mind like he filled yours? invade his senses like he invaded your own? if you had one aspiration in your entire lifetime, this would be it: wishing to be someone’s- no, not just anybody’s, you wanted to be na jaemin’s obsession.
a feat that definitely isn’t simple or easy, for that matter.
“have you seen my thin brush?” jaemin suddenly screeches, running into the living room of his (practically yours, too) apartment. “the small one with the angled tip and black bristles?”
your mind blanked. you glanced around at the coffee table, the end tables, and the television stand before scratching your head, “not that i can recall, no.”
“shit,” he cursed, scratching his neck anxiously, “need that brush.”
“okay, this might sound stupid,” you begin, your words slow, “but do you have any extras?”
he shakes his head sadly, as if you’ve scolded him for something he promised he’d do, and later forgot about. “it’s the only brush i didn’t buy an extra of. i always keep it on my desk i didn’t think- i didn’t believe i could lose it!”
“hey, it’s alright, okay?” you whispered, raising from your spot on the couch to approach him in hopes of comforting the clearly confused and upset boy, “i’ll help you find it.”
he looked up at you, his chest heaving from panic-stricken breaths and he frowned, “yeah, yeah- okay.”
with one final comforting pat on the shoulder, you set out to jaemin’s painting room to try and find the brush. you knew which one he was talking about with the descriptions, but if it’s the same you think it is, it’s incredibly small- which will undoubtedly make it tough to find.
in the painting room, as you call it, things look… normal. just like any other painter’s workspace.
jaemin has a board to display his sketches; all hanging up by a tack and some of the pieces are scattered at odd angles. his floor is covered in tarps to protect the wood beneath, and you take note of the paint stains adorning the white material that made loud noises with every step. he had a massive canvas resting against the furthest wall, with varying shades of colors being messily thrown against the piece. perhaps that messy feel was the very thing that made it artistic in his eyes. glancing around, you noticed how every wall had little space on it, instead covered with pieces of his own work and the work of his favorite artists. then, he had a giant table shoved against the wall. there was a case laying open on top, showcasing all of his different brushes; and next to it, an array of paint tubes and cans. even more paint was beneath the table, stacked until it was touching the wood. finally, against the other wall, was his desk. the chair was pulled out at an angle, one you imagined he sat at to think, rather than be crammed up against his desk. stacks of unfinished sketches were lazily strewn around, with a few brushes between the pages. you checked each of them in hopes that the missing brush was here all along, yet you came up empty handed.
while jaemin’s desk was intriguing- well, the entire room was intriguing; all messy and yet still organized in a way only he could understand- you found yourself more interested in one of his sketches. it was another body painting sketch, but this one was… different. the figure had bigger hips and thicker thighs, large breasts, a softer circular face, with a slightly defined jawline, and her tummy was jutting out just enough for you to know: she was you.
jaemin was drawing you.
something about it made you happy, yet sad at the same time. he’d drawn all your flaws, hadn’t he? the lack of a thigh gap, the big belly, the bigger than usual breasts; everything that you were insecure about, jaemin had noticed.
in fact, he seemed to have perfectly mimicked the details. something about the situation made your eyes water sadly.
“you weren’t supposed… to see that,” jaemin sighs, eyes darting nervously across the room. you turn your head to look at him, blinking back tears. “it’s just a sketch i had for some body painting i just- i don’t know, i never finished it.”
“i was gonna ask you before that night but then i realized you probably wouldn’t want to do it.”
confidence was something you lacked, in here, standing across from jaemin in this moment, you felt like you could shrink. so it was true, he had been painting you? it was your body he imagined on full display for him as he painted, and it was your body he made adjustments for to fit, to encourage confidence and comfort.
confidence wasn’t your friend, however, jealousy most certainly was. if you didn’t take him up on his offer, would that pretty girl return to be painted again? would the art meant for your body fit hers as well as jaemin had planned for it to fit you? would it perhaps… fit her even better?
“i’ll do it,” your own voice is unrecognizable to you; raspy in anticipation and shaky from fear. “i’ll be your model, jaemin.”
his face flushed pink and he averted his gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “are you sure? it’s a lot of pressure-“
never again would you let pretty girl be jaemin’s model. never.
“i’m sure,” you said, a bit too eager.
“alright, well, we can plan a date and time, let me just grab my calendar-“
it was almost sinful how badly you wanted to be bare in front of your best friend. the best friend you desperately wished to be your lover, the best friend that also happens to be your boss, and the best friend you couldn’t live without.
this won’t change that, right?
you failed to think any further, beginning to slip out of your jacket and beginning to hastily pull the bow from the top of your blouse. with his back turned as he rummaged through his desk for a notebook, you only had one prayer running through your mind: hopefully jaemin doesn’t hate you for stripping down.
“i have an opening on the 12th, the 18th, and the 19th,” jaemin says, turning around, “the times are pretty close but i can try to move things around and adjust it to your n-“
“ah…”
his breathy little whisper has you frozen to the ground, eyes trained on the blue paint stain on the tarp beneath you. a baby blue, one you could get lost in and pretend as if you weren’t down to nothing but a bra and your fiery red underwear.
nervously, you scratched at the skin of your arm and painfully dug your fingers into the skin. he could see you- albeit not all of you- and you were completely open to his judgment.
“what about right now?” you murmured, eyes flitting up to meet his piercing stare.
they were respectful, remaining trained on your face and only your face- something you realize just how much you appreciated in the current moment. however, his stare was strong, yearning, and you found yourself looking right back down at the ground.
jaemin took a slow step forward, then another, and another, and each step made your body jump nervously and your heart beat erratically. it was only when a shadow cast itself upon that baby blue splotch on the floor did you peel your eyes back up.
at first, you avoided his eyes. you stared at his pretty cheeks, his neckline, his cute nose, and even his lips (which you got far more lost in than you care to admit).
then, as if he had discovered your tactic, he put a comforting hand under your chin and demanded you to look up with one gesture.
his eyes were soft. sweet melodies mixing with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals stared down at you, like a scene brought forth from a movie. it played in his eyes, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, and soon enough, you’d been sucked into the movie he’d created with just a glance.
dark brown met your orbs, swirling with curiosity and fear, before the tidal wave ensued and you felt like you were drowning.
drowning in him.
“can i paint you, cherry blossom?” jaemin asked sweetly, but the sultry tone in his voice had you weak in the knees. you tried not to overthink it, but the question was swirling with meanings unbeknownst to you, and the potential knowledge of it all had you excited for what was to come.
your response came out at a quiet whisper, so low that you worried if he even heard it to begin with, “yes.”
one of his hands wandered down to your hip, comfortingly tracing circles into the skin. his finger trailed up, erupting a flurry of tingles from the point. you shivered at the sensation, swallowing thickly. his finger went up and up until it ran into the fabric of your bra, and both of you stilled.
“can i take this off?” he asked, breath fanning your face. instinctively, your hand came up to his wrist and squeezed, using him as your anchor to earth- so you didn’t float away because of the bliss he never failed to give you.
nodding meekly, you felt yourself freeze when his fingers raised to toy with your bra straps. it was like he was playing with you; him the predator and you the prey; as he pulled the straps away from your skin and let them smack back against you. it was a shock of electricity and you hummed quietly.
once he deemed his toying sufficient enough, his hands finally ghosted over the back of your bra until they found the clasp in the back. he sent you one final look before you felt his hands tug at the back- and all in one motion, your bra was slipping off your shoulders and down your arms.
he helped the piece of clothing to come off, fingers softly pulling the black straps until it hit the floor with a soft thud.
your eyes remained locked with jaemin’s, preventing his eyes from wandering to the exposed skin of your chest- which, at the given moment, you were dying to cover with your arms.
jaemin took a hesitant step back before turning, heading over to his desk to look at his sketch. he grabbed a container of pink paint and reached over for a thicker brush, twirling it between his fingers as he approached you once again.
the tube made a loud noise when he squeezed it (something you actually appreciated considering it relieved some of the ill feeling that came with the awkward, tension-filled silence) and he applied a bit of the pink paint to the tip of his brush.
you expected it to be cold and uncomfortable, but you were pleasantly surprised once the brush touched the soft skin of your stomach. it was a sensation you’d never felt before, but you breathed in a surprised gasp. it was ticklish at first, the uneven feel of the differing bristle length rubbing against your skin and making you shiver.
you didn’t forget about one of jaemin’s hands on your waist. his hand was big, perfectly cupping your hip and you couldn’t help but look at your position as something more. him leaning into you, eyes darting across your skin as he painted colors upon you. one of his hands cupping you, squeezing on occasion, and fingers thrumming to their own little beat.
it was when he began to paint the skin beneath your breast that things got more heated than you expected. he’d switched to a thinner brush now, purple paint glistening on the tip before he put it to your skin. it was the eye contact he maintained while tracing the underneath of your chest; it was the feel of his breath against your face; it was how your stomach churned uneasily every time you thought about him near you- all of it, it all contributed.
you felt like you were nearing a frenzy. the need to taste his lips on yours, the need to feel his hands- not that stupid little brush- on your skin, the need to feel him in an intimate way you’ve only ever dreamed about with him; you were going crazy.
then, he switched to bare hands, and you knew he knew. he had figured you out by now, you were sure.
dots of yellow paint littered his fingertips and he felt even closer to you than you thought he was previously; close enough to touch if you were only to lean forward just the tiniest bit.
“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, finger beginning to trail circles into the skin of your abdomen. trailing upward in swirling motions before finally, his nail began to scratch sensually at your breast, and yellow painted over pink and purple. “tell me to stop and we end this right now.”
it was like he was begging. voice small and quiet, a desperate hint lacing his tone.
“don’t stop,” you said; the first thing you were confident about in months. you didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.
passion.
that’s what kissing jaemin was like. at first, his lips had hovered dangerously close to your own, tempting you to just pucker your own and kiss him. before you could do it, however, he had you under his spell and your lips were trapped against his own. his tongue had completely taken over you, molding with your own before he had you twisted in the feel of him, tangled in him like he was a live vine.
he made you breathless, every emotion mixing with the other until you were falling into him, hands desperately clawing at his neck, his cheek, his chin, until you were sure you’d colored him in your own paint of red marks.
“god,” he murmured against your lips, and finally, he pressed you flush against him. you knew you were covering him in paint and you could feel your breasts push up against his chest, but for once, you didn’t mind.
you felt good. he felt good. everything about the situation felt so fucking good.
“so perfect,” jaemin says softly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. he backed you up until you were against the paint table, shoving his collection of brushes to the side (which, considering he was missing one of his most important brushes, was a pretty big deal) and helping you jump up and onto the newly cleared space.
his hands roamed to your thighs as your lips connected once more, and a surprised gasp was swallowed by him once he slapped your thigh gently. lips traveling to kiss the expanse of your neck, he began whispering against you. you could hardly hear him over your own breathy little sounds, but the words went straight to your heart.
“prettiest girl.”
“so beautiful.”
his hands traced shapes on your thighs, “best thighs. love your thighs- god, i fucking love your thighs.”
you whimpered needily, grasping at his hair.
when he pushed you back against the table, encouraging you to lay down, you somewhat panicked internally at the knowledge that you’re actually about to be bare in front of him, on display for him to judge- or maybe admire.
when he doesn’t do either of those, instead leaning down to kiss down your body, a part of you is conflicted. you’re grateful he didn’t stare because that means he didn’t openly judge you. but at the same time, you wanted his admiring gaze upon your body.
however, he did something much better than that.
applying tiny, sweet little kisses to every inch of skin he crossed, including your breasts, he whispered a praise about everything- and, slowly, you felt yourself relax as your insecurities faded away.
“so soft,” he whispered, referring to your skin.
“do you have any idea how much these drive me crazy?” jaemin nearly growls, raising both hands to cup and squeeze your boobs as he dotted the area with soft, open-mouthed kisses.
you were experiencing an all new high.
tears thickly lined your eyes and sweet wispy moans left your lips. everything was overwhelming, and you were acutely aware of every touch on your skin. his tongue that would occasionally dart out to wet your skin (which he would later blow cool air on and make you shiver). his pillowy lips that danced over your body and left purple marks in their wake. his fingers that dug into your hips and tugged you impossibly closer to him, and snuck their way against your panty line to feel the soft material he’d yet to remove.
“pretty little tummy,” he said softly, gently kissing your stomach until you felt like the butterflies were going to eat you alive from the inside out. his menstruations were sinful, yet his words so pure and innocent.
something you had to remind yourself jaemin was far from.
every time he returned to your lips, you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed pussy and you wanted to scream; to grab hold of him and force him to do what you wanted- needed most.
yet you remained as patient as you could, your fingers drumming idly against his shoulders as a form of distraction.
“you know how long i’ve wanted you, cherry blossom?”
the name seemed so sweet prior, now it was laced with something more. something dark and lustful- something you were beginning to like.
you shook your head in response to his question, feelings his lips attach to the skin of your neck. you leaned your head back and allowed access. with his new angle, he began to nip and bite at your neck, taking your breath away.
“so long,” he nearly whined, pressing himself against you, “can i show you?”
“please…” you cried, grabbing him by his paint-stained shirt and taking his lips with your own greed.
you were grateful you had kissed him, you really were. because the boy was faster than you ever imagined he could be, swiping down your underwear with one swift, easy pull. his pants took a bit longer to free him from, but once he finally did, you had never been more excited for something in your life.
with all of his sweet gestures and his prior praise, your body was practically begging for him. arousal pooled in the underwear that lay discarded in the far corner of the room, and it took moments for jaemin to swipe his hard member against your pussy to gather your wetness.
his fingers played with your opening, slowly easing in and out in the hopes of preparing you for him- and damn was he glad he did, because the string of unending noises you let out in response was nothing short of music to his ears.
“need you,” you whimpered, biting back a moan. “please.”
with that begging look in your eye, who was he to say no? he kissed you hard, passionately, roughly- something you’d always dreamed of, and yet, it paled in comparison to the real thing.
and finally, with a strangled groan, did jaemin slip inside your heat.
what a dream come true.
#kpop#nct#nct 127#nct dream#nct smut#nct dream smut#pwp#jaemin#na jaemin#na jaemin fluff#na jaemin smut#body image#jaemin smut#jaemin fluff#nct dream jaemin#nct dream jaemin smut#nct dream jaemin fluff#nct dream na jaemin
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[hanbin x hao]
keep on keeping your eyes on me by obelust (1/1 | 8,911 | E)
Hanbin pays a visit to Zhang Hao’s dressing room after the Artist Battle, feigning jealousy over his win. Zhang Hao gives him a consolation prize.
(It’s not that Hanbin is trying to give Zhang Hao a hint, really. He’s avoiding Zhang Hao’s eyes out of fear that he’d be seen right through, but the downwards drift of his gaze towards Zhang Hao’s mouth instead is likely a poor disguise of his intentions. It’s a very nice mouth, even from an objective standpoint, pink and plump and pouty and slowly curving into a grin the longer Hanbin stares.
“You want me to kiss it better, is that it?”
“It’s up for interpretation,” Hanbin says, even as he feels his cheeks heat.)
(author)
#hanbin x hao#haobin fic rec#haobin#jebewon#one shot#t: canon compliant#t: pwp#t: boys planet#wc: <10k#c: kpop#rpf#rating: e
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“treat this night like it’s overtime”
✨jihyo/tzuyu (jitzu)
✨5.9k words
✨pwp one shot, E
jihyo matches with tzuyu on a dating app, looking for a quick lay. tzuyu turns out to be more than she bargained for (in a good way).
http://archiveofourown.org/works/54663511
#ao3#ao3 writer#kpop rpf#smut#twice#jihyo#park jihyo#tzuyu#chou tzuyu#jitzu#rpf#rps#pwp#one shot#SoundCloud
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Love Bites
❥ Pairing{s}: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Namjoon Alpha!Taehyung x Omega!Yoongi
❥ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, ABO, PWP
❥ Rating: 18+
❥ Word Count: 1.3k Words
❥ Summery: Jungkook and Namjoon fuck at a party in front of another couple, Taehyung and Yoongi, who also fuck in front of them.
❥ Warnings: ABO, Degradation, Public Sex, Chocking, Possessiveness, Rough Sex, Biting, Stereotypes(?), Slick, Light Breeding Kink
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Jungkook watched in aggravation as Taehyung spoke to Namjoon, his smile flirtatious, his sharp eyes holding a mischievous glint as he stared at the omega. Jungkook's blood ran hot and his heart gave a jump when Namjoon giggled at something the alpha said. The omega covered his face to hide a shy smile from the leering alpha.
Jungkook slams his glass of liquor down, stomping angrily towards the pair.
He curls his arm around his mate and roughly pulls Namjoon close to him, his face grim as he stares at his best friend with distaste. He can feel Namjoon's nervous glance and slight wince when he angrily grips his hip. Jungkook ignores his omega and lets out a small growl.
"You're getting a little too close to my omega, Taehyung." Jungkook sneers at the alpha when he gives him a boxy smile, an amused look crossing his face. “Taehyung? Not Tae. Is the little alpha mad that I can make his cute omega flustered?"
Jungkook growls again and pulls Namjoon to his front. He harshly pulls the omegas head to the side by his hair and exposes his neck, eliciting a small groan, "OW- Jungkook-ah! Wha- hmm.."
Jungkook glares at Taehyung when Namjoon lets out a breathy moan and smirks. He licks his omegas mating mark, his glare never leaving his best friend's hooded eyes.
"Yoongi." Taehyung calls out, grinning adoringly when the tiny wolf lazily walks towards him. "What is it, Alpha?" The omega, soft spoken and pretty, stared at the couple with interest. He’s captivated Jungkook's interest, similar to Namjoon, since Taehyung introduced them.
Yoongi was an omega wolf who fit the stereotype well. Small, tiny, soft spoken, seemingly innocent. How would he look being fucked? I want to ruin the pretty thing. Jungkook gave a small appreciative hum at the thought.
The alpha felt Namjoon grab his shirt as he read his thoughts over their shared bond. Jungkook could feel his omegas apprehension mixed with a bit of jealousy and want.
He bit Namjoon’s mating mark without warning, growling at Taehyung's lusting gaze.
Namjoon whined and tried to pull away, his legs shaking with the sudden arousal that coursed through his body. "What would you do if I fucked you in front of everyone?" Jungkook rasped into his ear, sucking Namjoons earlobe.
Taehyung grinned and Yoongi looked away, a blush making its way up his pretty neck. Jungkook watched with interest, his cock jumping at the intense look on Taehyung's face and the way Yoongi grabbed his alphas arm and snuggled close.
"I'll do whatever you want to, Alpha." Namjoon whined out with his eyes closed, only to snap them open when he heard a breathy moan directly in front of him. Taehyung had a hand down Yoongi’s back pants, his large fingers teasing the omegas entrance.
"Jung- kookie- No! Not here- hmm." Namjoon breathed out, his eyes downcasted in humiliation when he saw party goers giving the two couples amused glances. Jungkook could feel the omega trying not to grind back on his alpha’s cock.
Jungkook growled at Namjoon in annoyance and wrapped a hand around his throat and stuck three of his fingers inside the omegas mouth to shut him up. Namjoon let out a high pitched whine, he could already feel his hole gushing out slick in need.
"Yoongi-ah, what do you think of this?" Taehyung whispered loudly at his omega, staring at Yoongi’s dazed face, softly. “Want to have fun with Jungkooki and his handsome omega, Namjoon-hyung?” The alpha sighed out Namjoons name in such a sultry way that Jungkook couldn’t help but grin when Namjoon tried to rub his covered ass against him more eagerly.
"Alpha! More!" Namjoon’s muffled plea was barely heard, making him sob in desperation when Jungkook kept a tight grip on his hip, not letting his omega grind on him like he wanted.
"You heard your omega. He wants more." Taehyung chuckled.He leaned down to give Yoongi a small peck on his mark as the tiny wolf hid into his chest, his face peeking out just a bit, his eyes wide and lips parted as watched. Jungkook gave Taehyung a heated glare before glancing at Yoongi's disoriented and flushed face. He's cute.
Namjoon let out another sob and tried to push back onto his alpha’s cock. "Enjoy the free show I'm about to give you." Jungkook griped at Taehyung and the rest of the grinning onlookers.
Jungkook pushed Namjoon over one of the tables, bending him over and pulling his jeans off along with his slick soiled underwear. He grinned at his pleading omega. Namjoon was his mate and his alone. He was about to show all their friends.
Jungkook watched as more slick dribbled down his omegas honey thick thighs and he couldn’t help but be entranced at the way Namjoon kept whining and pushing back against him, trying to get more friction. Jungkook pulled at his omega’s hair and growled into Namjoon’s ear as he pushed his covered cock against Namjoon's bare hole. "Tell them. Tell them who you belong to." Namjoon moaned and Jungkook groaned, his jeans rubbing roughly against his sensitive wet member.
"I. Said. Tell. Them." He snarled and quickly unzipped his dark jeans, taking his cock out. Jungkook rubbed himself up and down Namjoons slicked wetness.
"I'm- want more!" Namjoon cried, his tears running down his red face. He felt empty. He wanted to be full. Full of his alphas huge cock. Full of his cum. Namjoon wanted to be bred. Jungkook felt a delighted shiver run through him at his omegas thoughts.
"Say it." Jungkook gripped Namjoons hair harder, his cock growing fuller at Namjoons soft gasps. "I'm- I'm- hmm." Jungkook sneered and lightly bit Namjoon’s neck in warning. "I'm-..." Namjoon felt too empty. Too overwhelmed. He could feel everyone's lustful eyes on him and his alphas predatory gaze. The heated looks, the smell of arousal in the air, he could just die of bliss.
But most of all, he could feel Taehyung's aroused leer. He could feel Yoongi's lewd hooded eyes on him. Namjoon could hear Yoongi's small whimpers of pleasure, Taehyung's deep chuckles, and Jungkook's sweet possessiveness.
Namjoon felt absolutely beautiful.
Jungkook growled and slammed into Namjoon, making the omega screech and whine, sobs spilling from his pretty plump lips. "I'm Jungkooks! Hmmm- I'm alphas!" Namjoon barely managed to moan out in his pleasure-filled delirium.
Jungkook smirked with pride as his omega gushed slick onto his cock and came without even being properly touched. Namjoon was breathing harshly, his moans becoming sobs when his alpha kept fucking into him. Jungkook drew a satisfied hum from Namjoon when he gently kissed his mating mark.
Jungkook pulled his omega up into his arms and carefully redressed him. Afterwards he tucked his soft member into his own jeans and glanced up at his best friend and his omega. Yoongi was bouncing on the alpha's cock with a devastating look on his face, high pitched whimpers escaping his pouty lips.
"We're leaving. Namjoon is tired and needs to rest. He'll want to go another round after his nap." Jungkook grinned at Taehyung's furrowed brows, all his attention on his omegas arching figure. Taehyung barely paid Jungkook any mind. "Okay, yeah. Lock the door on the way out. Later Kookie. I liked the show." He mumbled out.
Jungkook grunted and rolled his eyes, slightly lingering on Yoongi’s bruised hips and Taehyung's strong grip on his omegas ass.
Jungkook carried a sleepy Namjoon out of the apartment and into their car. He kissed Namjoons parted lips and held onto his hand as they drove away.
"Alpha…fuck TaeTae and Yoonie? So cute- hmm." Namjoon slurred, more asleep than awake.
"We'll have to ask first but if they say yes, we can," Jungkook answered with a soft smile. That would be fun. Taehyung will be begging underneath me and Yoongi would look so pretty with Namjoon.
"Hmm, glad, sleep now…" Jungkook squeezed Namjoon's hand and gave it a kiss. “Good night, Darling.”
#bts fanfic#bts#fanfic#alpha jungkook#omega namjoon#alpha taehyung#omega yoongi#oneshot#kpop smut#smut#ABO#alpha beta omega#pwp#chocking#possessive#rough smut#biting#slick#namkook#taegi#taegi au
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kinda miss writing for monsta x bc they're the reason why i came back to tumblr to write fanfics in the first place....but like idk where my motivation is lol.
#like i accepted a long long long time ago that if i write#i cant let interaction be my driving force bc i've never been able to establish a large tumblr following#but like i do acknowledge that i've been doing way more writing on my webtoon blog just bc i have people sending in requests and what not#but also on my webtoon blog i write almost exclusively pwp#and like when it comes to kpop fanfics#i feel like I HAVE TO write tropes that you don't see as often because i've been in the fandom for so long#and have seen the same stuff over and over#idk it's a weird thing i'm going through rn#personal.txt
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"Beating heart"
Что ж, решила, что буду делать анонсы фанфиков и тут!
Пейринг: Феликс/Гониль (Felix/Gunil)
Пвп с пейрингом человек/вампир, укусы, немного крови, разговоры с флиртом и признаниями.
PWP with human/vampire pairing, bites, some blood and conversations with flirt and confession of love
Описание (Description): "Terribly like terrible, he's the villain
One as sweet as caramel, he's my saint" © "Inferno" Bella Poarch & Sub Urban
Вообще фанфик писался по запросу подруги, но в итоге мне самой понравилось, и я даже пришла к выводу, что такое грех не выложить!
From the beginning, the fanfic was written for my good friend, but suddenly I really liked it and decided I need to share it with the world.
#kpop#stray kids#xdinary heroes#fanfic#read on ao3#fanfiction#vampire fanfiction#pwp fics#ao3 update#kpop fanfic
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Laundry day
Pairing: Lim Jaebeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: SMUT, PWP; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: kinda public sex, nudity, fingering, slight breast play, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (on a washing machine), kinda orgasm denial, creampie, dirty talk (lots of it); Wordcount: 2.305
Summary: You thought nothing of it when you walked down to the basement of your apartment complex to do the laundry until you ran into your incredibly hot neighbour.
A/N: For my love @mingsolo the filth is all yours!
You hummed softly along to the music playing from your earbuds as you descended the stairs down into the basement with your laundry basket secured against your hip.
Despite the music, you heard some of the washing machines running in the laundry room at the end of the hall.
Consciously you pulled the hem of your oversized jacket down before you rounded the corner and entered the room, seeing your handsome neighbour from across the hall folding his clothes.
He looked up, his eyes wandering over your bare legs and up to your face. He nodded as a greeting once you smiled nervously. His gaze wandered to your bare legs once more before he focused back on his task at hand.
You silently placed your laundry basket in front of the empty washing machine, crouching down while you made sure your jacket covered your behind. You had nothing on - except for your panties - underneath your jacket since you had postponed doing laundry for quite some time now and had basically nothing to wear anymore.
Your heart pounded against your rib cage while your imagination ran wild. You glanced down at the zipper of your jacket, imagining it got pulled down and revealed your tits but it was pulled up to your collarbones, showing nothing of your bare body. Your eyes wandered to your bare thighs. ‘If you spread them just a little’, you thought, pressing them harder together from the wave of desire hitting you.
You breathed shallowly, eyes shifting to your neighbour. Jaebeom was tall with wide shoulders and a slim waist. Sometimes you thought of him being a mysterious guy as he often stayed by himself and kept silent. It was rare to get a glimpse of the sweet man behind that facade. Though you wondered if there was even more to him.
Jaebeom folded a shirt and all you could think about were his fingers pushed deep inside your core. You quickly shook your head and started loading your laundry into the machine, trying everything to cleanse your thoughts again. In vain.
Once Jaebeom folded the last of his clothes he grabbed his stuff and left the laundry room with a short nod towards you.
You sighed deeply, burying your head in your hands with a soft groan. Hopefully with his absence your thoughts could become pure again. You pulled one of your earbuds out of your ear, waiting in near silence.
With one last look towards the door you pushed your jacket up and hooked your thumbs underneath the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You straightened again, threw the panties into the machine and made sure your jacket covered your butt as it did before.
You nearly screamed when you turned around and saw Jaebeom standing in the open door, staring at you with an unreadable expression. It felt as if your heart stopped beating all together while you stared back at him with wide eyes, panic written all over your face. How much did he see?
You jumped as the washing machine beeped behind you, indicating it started its cycle now. You nervously played with the zipper of your jacket.
“Pull it down”, Jaebeom said when you didn’t move. His eyes were trained on the zipper, dark with hidden desire and curiosity.
You pressed your legs together, feeling the lust crashing through your body like an avalanche. With trembling fingers you slowly pulled your zipper down. You looked at Jaebeom through your eyelashes, nervous to see his reaction. Though once you saw how he licked his lips, you became bolder.
You stopped your movement once the zipper reached just below your tits, showing enough of your cleavage and bare skin. You clasped your hands around the hem of your jacket in the front, pushing your arms forward and highlighting your breasts with that movement. “Do- Do you like it?”
Jaebeom swallowed harshly, suppressing the groan of lust from your innocent tone and large eyes looking at him as if you couldn’t be purer than this. “Very”, he rasped and stepped closer to you. Jaebeom trailed his finger along the zipper line of your jacket, brushing ever so often against your skin, which sent little sparks of fire through your body.
You looked up at him, watching how his eyes wandered along your chest with awe. You unconsciously pulled your lower lip between your teeth, sucking and biting on it. His dark eyes were already enough for you to wish for more, yet you refused to act on your desire, wanting to prolong it as much as you could.
Jaebeom reached your zipper, his eyes shortly shifting up to your face as if he asked for your permission, before he ever so slowly pulled it further down. He placed his free hand on your skin, following the course with it down to your navel. “You have no idea how often I thought about taking you”, he whispered and took a deep breath, still trying to hold himself back.
“You did?”
Jaebeom scoffed with a hint of mirth. “Yeah”, he exhaled, “every time we shared an elevator, whenever you bent down to open your post box or grab your bags, whenever you crossed your arms and pushed your tits up like that, whenever you had a pen or lollipop or salt stick between your lips. And right now when you pushed your panties down, making me think you’re not wearing clothes underneath this jacket.” Jaebeom pulled the zipper down for the last few inches and revealed his thoughts to be true.
For a split second you wanted to cover up, feeling embarrassed underneath Jaebeom’s intense gaze, but you stayed still and waited for his next move. Your chest heaved up and down from the building lust and anticipation. It hitched when Jaebeom pushed the fabric of your jacket aside and the zipper line brushed over your erect nipples.
Jaebeom’s eyes flicked up to your face before they moved back down to your chest, hands following his gaze to cup your tits. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. He stepped even closer to you, making you step back until you were pushed against the washing machine behind you.
Jaebeom leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck, collarbone and chest. He pinched your nipple once before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking and licking it between his teeth. At the same time he played with your other nipple, twisting and pinching it every now and then while kneading your breast. His free hand slowly slid down your body, gently tapping your skin until he reached your thigh.
Your head rolled back with a soft moan when Jaebeom’s fingertips pressed into the soft skin of your inner thigh, pushing your legs slightly apart. His fingers were so close to your core, you could feel them dance around your entrance, driving you crazy. You gasped loudly the second he pushed two fingers into you, your walls clutching around his digits upon hearing his groan.
“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jaebeom straightened again, face now right in front of yours. “Did you imagine being fucked like this? Did you imagine my fingers in your soaking cunt?” He smirked knowingly when you whimpered in response. “You imagined me fucking you senseless when you got in here, didn’t you?” His lips brushed against your jaw and down your neck where he nibbled on your sensitive spot.
“Please”, you gasped, moving your head aside to give him more access. One hand grabbed his shirt, clinging on to it for dear life with your high building rapidly. But before he gave you the chance to cum, Jaebeom pulled out of you again. You watched through hooded eyes how he licked over his fingers, cleaning them from your fluids.
“So sweet”, he groaned and his hands grabbed your hips, quickly hoisting you up on the washing machine. Almost animalistically Jaebeom pushed your legs apart, revealing your soaking core to his eyes. He licked over his lips, eyes flicking up to your face with a smirk. “You’re going to taste amazing.”
You didn’t even have the time to respond as he dove right into your core. You leaned back, holding yourself up with your arms. Everything you felt - Jaebeom’s teeth grazing your clit, his tongue pushing inside of you, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place - everything drove you up the wall. The knot inside you tightened from his onslaught.
As if your body sensed Jaebeom was about to pull away, one of your hands quickly grabbed his head, finger hoisted in his dark hair while you pushed his face into your core.
Jaebeom groaned. The tip of his nose nudged against your clit while he sucked even harder, alternating it with his tongue pushing deep into you. When you came from the stimulation, Jaebeom eagerly collected your cum on his tongue, letting it pool there until he moved up to kiss you, sharing your juices with you.
You moaned into the kiss, tongue swiping over his own. A soft squeak escaped you when the washing machine underneath you bucked, showing the start of the next phase.
“You look so fucking gorgeous”, Jaebeom breathed and leaned back. He took everything in, carving that image into his mind: Legs spread open and dangling over the edge of the machine, soaked core that made his dick twitch, your body only hoisted up by your arms behind you, your tits that rose and fell with every shaky breath you took and your grey jacket, which pooled around your behind after it slid down your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re making me so hard.”
Immediately your eyes dropped down to his crotch, noticing the prominent bulge in his pants. You swallowed hungrily and shifted your position, now leaning on your hands that you placed in front of you. “Then take me”, you said huskily, voice barely loud enough to overpower the sound of the washing machine, which continuously bucked up.
Jaebeom groaned as his hands flew down to his pants, opening them and pulling them down including his boxers. His dick sprung free and stood proudly with precum leaking from its tip.
You leaned down even more, one hand reaching for Jaebeom’s shirt and pulling him closer. You brushed all your hair to one side, eyes never leaving his cock and the angry red tip. Your hand moved down to his thigh, helping you to keep your balance despite the spinning cycle of the washing machine. You licked over your lips and spit on his shaft, spreading it with your tongue. With a few slurping sounds you licked and kissed around his dick, following the prominent vein on the underside of it. As soon as you deemed his cock slick enough you opened your mouth and took him in, flattening your tongue so you could push down even more.
Jaebeom reached up and held your body, keeping you in position. This way the movement of the washing machine hit your core and rubbed your clit for a millisecond, building up your desire quickly. He closed his eyes when you started bobbing your head, moaning your name from the pleasure.
You gagged when Jaebeom suddenly thrusted up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He pushed you off his dick then, pushing you back into your original position on the washing machine. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t mind…”
“No,” Jaebeom chuckled darkly, getting closer to you, “I’m not apologising for thrusting into you. I’m apologising for cutting it short and being impatient.” With that he pulled your bottom to the edge of the machine and pressed his dick against your core, rubbing it to spread your slick over his shaft.
“Oh”, you exhaled, throwing your head back as the tip of his cock hit your clit over and over again. “I think”, you stammered, “I think, I don’t mind that e-either.”
“Good.”
Jaebeom thrusted his dick into you without warning, nearly knocking all your air out of your lungs. He immediately started a relentless pace, perfectly aligning his thrusts with the bucks of the washing machine.
You desperately held onto the edges of the machine, losing yourself further in pleasure. Even your imagination hadn’t been this amazing. You moaned his name, nearly crying when he started circling your clit with his thumb. “Fuck”, you cried, shutting your eyes tightly, “I’m close.”
“It’s alright”, Jaebeom groaned, his pace stuttering as your walls clenched around him, “cum for me.” Jaebeom helped you through your high, fucking into you despite the increasing tightness of your cunt. Right before your body turned jelly in his arms, he came as well, shooting his load into your hole.
Still locked deep inside of you, Jaebeom wrapped his strong arms around your form and lifted you from the moving washing machine to the next one, placing you down on the steady and cool surface.
You whined softly but didn’t protest otherwise, too spent from your orgasm. Another whine escaped your lips when Jaebeom pulled out.
He dressed himself again while he stared at your leaking cunt. Without thought he pushed his cum back into your core as soon as he was dressed, leaning over your body. “Keep it inside.” Jaebeom chuckled softly, feeling how you tensed around his fingers, trying to follow his demand. “If anything dribbles down your thighs on our way to my bedroom, you won’t get to cum ever again when I fuck you.”
You whined at the thought but nodded nonetheless, feeling almost giddy at the prospect of being fucked by him again.
“That’s my girl”, Jaebeom said with a pleased expression. He pecked your lips and grabbed your jacket, starting to close it again - not without nibbling along your skin though, knowing he was already addicted to you.
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blacken my heart, stain my soul
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Yixing x Jongdae
Eldritch horror, monsterfucking, PWP
Explicit
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He shook his head. There was nothing there. He knew that. He wasn’t a child, scared by his parents’ tales of monsters and demons and spirits hiding under his bed and in his closet and in the shadowed corners of his room.
Skritch.
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Jongdae’s apartment was making noises again.
He sighed and rolled over in bed, pressing his head into his pillow and attempting to arrange his limbs into a more comfortable position. Sleep had eluded him for the past hour, and he was exhausted - yet he simply could not doze off. Every time he thought he’d manage it, something would creak, or his eyes would shoot open for no reason, or a muscle would cramp, and he’d groan and readjust.
Speaking of which.
Skritch.
Jongdae cracked an eye open.
Skritch.
Dismissing the noise as nothing, he shifted, tugging his blanket up around his bare chest. His apartment had been boiling before, so he was only wearing boxers, and now that the temperature had cooled off he really didn’t want to get up and get a shirt.
Skritch.
He stared at the wall. The noise had sounded… closer. Like something was approaching.
He shook his head. There was nothing there. He knew that. He wasn’t a child, scared by his parents’ tales of monsters and demons and spirits hiding under his bed and in his closet and in the shadowed corners of his room.
Skritch.
He sat up, straining to look around, the only light the faint glow of the moon through his curtains. Nothing was amiss.
“Stupid,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “There’s nothing there.”
Skritch.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was in his room. He sighed. “Nothing there, Jongdae,” he mumbled. “You’re just a scaredy-cat.” He leaned over the edge of his bed. “Monsters don’t…”
A pale, skeletal hand reached out from the dark space between his mattress frame and the floor.
Jongdae’s eyes widened.
He blinked.
A figure unfolded itself from the shadows and stood in front of him, skin a faint, translucent purple, fangs bared. Its bones were sharp, every muscle and line clearly defined, every shape pointed. Its long, needle-like fingers curled around the edge of Jongdae’s bed frame.
Jongdae screamed.
He scrambled back, almost smacking his head against the wall, fear coursing through his body. What the FUCK, his mind screeched. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!
The figure stared at him, unmoving, before its long, forked tongue flicked out and it licked its lips.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
I’m going to die, he thought. I’m going to die, because this thing is going to eat me. It looks hungry.
When nothing happened, he carefully opened his eyes, emitting a high-pitched squeak when he met the figure’s burning red gaze.
I’m so dead.
The figure leaned forward, pressing its hands into the mattress. Jongdae saw that its - elbows? The figure’s form looked close enough to human that he supposed he could say that - had a sort of thorn extending out from its skin, and when the figure moved forward again, its expression almost predatory (Jongdae was certain this was the end), he saw that there was a line of spikes running down the figure’s back.
The figure looked at him again. Its tongue flicked, and then its spindly hands reached out.
Jongdae grimaced and braced himself, not wanting to watch as this eldritch thing devoured him.
He was yanked forward, and he clamped his mouth shut, determined not to scream again, when all the air whooshed out of his body at the same time the figure ripped his boxers off.
His eyes flew open and he pushed himself up on his elbows. What…
His gaze caught on the figure’s broad shoulders, its defined muscles, its - well, now he could say that this was presumably a male being, because its thick, protruding cock was fully hard, almost straining towards him, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.
The thought of having that cock in him flashed through his mind before he remembered that it was attached to a horror of the night.
The figure’s hands curled around his legs.
Oh God, Jongdae thought, what is it going to -
The figure locked eyes with him for a moment before pushing his knees apart and lowering its mouth to Jongdae’s own half-hard cock.
He gasped as its tongue swirled around the tip before the figure took half his length, the sudden warmth and wetness of its mouth combined with the light scrape of teeth making him whimper. The figure swallowed, throat constricting, and Jongdae couldn’t help but moan, sheets clenched in his fists.
He looked down to see the figure lick his cock, tongue wrapping around the base before swallowing all of it down again, and the sight sent a powerful throb of desire through his entire body.
He moaned again, the figure sliding a thin finger along the underside of his cock. S-should I really be giving in, he thought, right as his hips jerked, shoving his cock farther into the figure’s mouth. Shouldn’t I resist-
The figure held him down, fingers trailing along the lines of his stomach, and he shivered, pleasure racing through his veins. Fuck, but it feels so good.
He dropped his head back against the mattress, gasping as the figure curled its tongue around his cock once more, flicking it against a sensitive spot, before pulling off with a soft pop. He felt the figure press its mouth to his hip bones and then his stomach, its long fingers moving along his sides, tracing his faint muscles, all the way up to his chest.
The figure closed its mouth over his right nipple and Jongdae arched off the bed, fingers clumsily grabbing for the figure, to hold it there, to keep the waves of pleasure rushing through him.
The figure’s skin was smooth, cool to the touch, and when Jongdae dug his hands into the figure’s arms, it hissed, tongue fluttering and grip constricting on his sides. He held on, grasp tightening as the figure released his nipple and moved up his neck, fangs scraping his skin. The idea of danger, the vestiges of fear that were still in his system, combined with the constant pulse of desire, the otherworldly pleasure, were creating such a mishmash of feelings in his brain that they threatened to overwhelm him. He opened his eyes again, meeting the figure’s red gaze, and the pure want he saw there made his stomach leap.
“Tell me your name,” he whispered, trailing his hand up the figure’s arm and resting it at the base of its neck.
The figure blinked slowly, a shudder running through its body.
“I…” Its voice was low, gravelly, and Jongdae wanted.
“In your tongue, I am called Yixing,” it said haltingly, like it wasn’t sure why it was telling him.
“Yixing,” Jongdae gasped, and pulled its face down.
Their lips met with resounding force, and he felt the other inhale sharply before the kiss obliterated him.
Their tongues intertwined, dancing around each other before tangling in a way that gave Jongdae full access to the being - Yixing’s - mouth, that let him taste every otherworldly, dangerous aspect.
He lost an indeterminate amount of time kissing Yixing, pressing it closer, crushing his mouth to the other’s, letting its lips and tongue and sharp teeth overtake every single one of his senses. He only emerged from the fog when Yixing finally pulled away just to press its lips to Jongdae’s neck and bite, which made him swear very loudly. Yixing looked up at the noise, and the responding glint in its eyes that he saw made him positively throb with need - and then he let out an extremely breathy moan when Yixing lowered its head and nipped at his Adam’s apple.
“God,” he panted, digging his fingertips into Yixing’s back. “Fuck, god, that feels so good-”
He felt Yixing’s lips stretch into a grin against his skin before those long fingers wrapped around his legs and hoisted them onto its shoulders. Jongdae gasped, the feeling of being manhandled doing something to his insides. Yixing raised a hand to its mouth, wiping saliva onto its fingers, and then pressed those fingers against his asshole, making Jongdae arch into him.
“Lube,” he choked out, barely registering that he would need some in order to fit that massive cock inside him, distracted by the feeling of Yixing’s thumb circling his asshole. “In the drawer.”
Yixing glanced over at his nightstand for the briefest of moments before returning its gaze to Jongdae. It raised its hand back to its mouth and Jongdae was helpless to watch as it slowly sucked on its fingers, drawing them out from between their lips and leaving an oddly thick string of spit behind. It brought its hand down, back to his asshole, and carefully slid a saliva-covered finger into him.
The groan that came out of Jongdae as Yixing’s finger curled inside him was obscene. He reached up and clasped his hands around its neck, winding his fingers into its long, dark hair, brushing against its pointed ears. “More,” he murmured, clutching it closer. “Fuck, more-”
Yixing pushed another finger inside him and he broke off, shuddering with pleasure, his hands tightening in its hair. It twisted its hand, fingers stretching, pressing, sliding in and out of him, its saliva providing the perfect amount of glide, eliminating the last of his thoughts concerning lube.
“Fuck,” he gasped, and tugged its head down, crashing their mouths together. Yixing made a hissing sort of noise before responding, twining their tongues together while continuing to pump its hand. The combining wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm Jongdae, the feeling of Yixing’s forked tongue swirling around his, the graze of its sharp teeth against his lips, the way its fingers filled him so exquisitely, but he needed more, he wanted more, he wanted and he needed everything Yixing could give. He arched his back and wrapped his legs around Yixing’s hips, making the other growl into their kiss.
Jongdae felt it remove its fingers from him, making him whine at the loss of stimulation. He opened his eyes and looked at Yixing, this being that emerged from the shadowy darkness, that had scared the living daylights out of him and then ravaged him so completely, this being that evoked such a confusing rush of feelings in his brain that every second they spent intertwined like this threatened to overwhelm him.
Yixing’s dark red eyes met his as it stroked a finger down his cheek before it thrust.
Jongdae couldn’t help but scream as Yixing’s cock sank into him, filling him, pushing him to the brink of the most exquisite mix of pleasure and pain he’d ever felt.
Yixing didn’t give him a moment to relax, instead setting a brutal pace, pounding into him with just enough force, wiping all thoughts from Jongdae’s brain other than how good this felt, how much he wanted this, how much he wanted more. He gasped when Yixing wrapped one hand around his cock, using the other to support its weight while it continued to move, and then let out a string of curses when it scraped the tips of its fingers against his balls.
“Fuck, Yixing,” he moaned, gripping its shoulders tighter. “Right there, god, more.”
Yixing shifted, its cock pulsing inside him, before grabbing his legs and twisting him to the side. Jongdae’s entire body tightened, a new rush of heat flooding him at the ease with which Yixing threw him around, and then he lost all ability to think as Yixing slammed back into him. The new angle drove its cock farther into Jongdae, stuffing him full, so full he thought he might explode.
“God, fuck,” he breathed, unable to say anything else, the waves of pleasure coursing through him narrowing his focus to Yixing, and Yixing’s cock, and its fingers digging into his hips, and its glazed red eyes, and the little hisses and moans that it made every time it drove into him. “Faster,” he added, tightening around its cock.
Yixing growled, the sound reverberating in Jongdae’s chest, and pulled out, the slight squelch making him grit his teeth as to not whimper. It circled his mattress, moving behind him, and dragged a finger down his back, the scratch of its nail the most delicious sensation.
“Please,” he gasped, starting to twist to face it, but then his mattress dipped as Yixing sat down and leaned against the headboard. It pulled him backwards so that his back was pressed against its chest and his ass was lined up with its cock, still hard, still huge, and still pulsing with need. Jongdae reached down and guided it into him, settling his ass in its lap. Yixing wrapped its hands around his thighs and hissed as Jongdae wiggled his hips, ensuring its cock was all the way in, before starting to move.
Behind him, Yixing made a guttural noise, and Jongdae felt its cock throb. He tilted his head and kept going, snaking a hand behind Yixing’s head for leverage (and to wind his fingers in that long, thick hair). Yixing made another noise and then its mouth was on Jongdae’s neck, teeth digging into his skin, its fingers tightening on his thighs, gripping him hard enough to leave bruises.
“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling every nerve in his body tingle with pleasure. “Fuck, Yixing.” He arched into it as it bit down on his neck again, letting out a cry as it thrust up into him, hitting his prostate. Yixing’s thrusts were powerful, almost frantic, and every one of them found that same spot, pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm. He clenched around it, meeting its frenetic pace, and Yixing hissed into his ear, its powerful muscles bunching as it fucked him even harder, and all of a sudden everything combined into an overwhelming wave of feeling.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come, fuck, harder, I’m gonna come - FUCK!” Jongdae exploded, electricity racing through his veins, the feel of Yixing’s cock plunging into him and Yixing’s fingers clutching his thighs and Yixing’s teeth at his neck overpowering him until all he could do was come, his entire body tensed as his orgasm crashed over him.
Yixing let out a deep roar and thrust into him once more before it came as well, painting Jongdae’s insides with come, its cock pulsing in time with Jongdae’s heartbeat.
They collapsed back onto Jongdae’s bed, Yixing slumped against the headboard, Jongdae half on top, Yixing’s cock slipping out of him. Jongdae took a moment to catch his breath and then looked up at Yixing. It was already watching him.
“That was…” Jongdae offered a small smile. “Wow.”
Its dark red eyes flashed. “What is your name?” it asked, its raspy voice thrumming with something unearthly.
Jongdae swallowed. “Jongdae,” he said quietly, trusting that Yixing wouldn’t use it to hurt him.
“Jongdae.” Yixing tilted its head. “You are…” Its tongue flicked out. “Delicious.”
Before Jongdae could say anything else, Yixing bent forward and kissed him. Jongdae responded instantly, letting their tongues intertwine yet again. He felt like he could never get enough of kissing Yixing, but just as he moved to deepen the kiss, Yixing broke away.
“I must… go,” it said, a tinge of reluctance in its voice.
Jongdae let out a breath. “Will you… come back?” he asked before his brain could catch up with his mouth.
Yixing bared its teeth in a semblance of a grin as it stood, making Jongdae’s stomach flip with that strange yet wonderful combination of arousal and fear.
“I will return.”
As Jongdae lowered himself back into bed, suddenly feeling more exhausted than he had in weeks, he reached out for Yixing’s hand. “I’ll be waiting,” he said.
He fell asleep to the image of red eyes and a long, spindly hand holding his as its owner faded back into the shadows.
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