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jongbross · 6 months

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kinktober: exhibitionism + threesome (kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun)

pairing: kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun word count: 595 genre: i'm so done with this topic warnings: description of sexual activities, fingering (female receiving), swearing, dom!junmyeon, sub!reader, sub!sehun, reader is in a relationship with junmyeon, a/n: it took some effort but kinktober is now concluded! thank you to everyone who participated somehow, i had a lot of fun <3

"be good now", junmyeon demanded. he had a glass of wine on one of his hands, and a lustful look on his eyes. "don't you dare be a brat."

"yes, sir", you replied with just a little bit of a mock tone.

you straddled sehun's lap, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. the poor guy didn't know exactly what to do - he knew what he wanted to do with you, but even though all three of you had agreed to this, you still were his hyung's partner so he should wait for junmyeon's commands.

"you can touch her, sehunnie", junmyeon said with a chuckle. "don't be shy."

automatically, sehun's hands rested on your waist, caressing your skin over your dress like he was trying to reassure you of something.

taking the upper hand, you leaned in and kissed sehun, eager lips moving against his own. your hands went to his neck, tugging at his hairline and making him groan.

junmyeon watched the two of you making out with a smirk on his face. taking a sip of his wine, he adjusted himself on the chair, spreading his legs a little bit wider; there was already a bulge forming inside his pants.

he didn't miss the way sehun started to grab your dress and roll them up to your waist - and definitely didn't miss the way you moaned when he grabbed your butt either.

"i bet she's already wet... give it a try", he told sehun. "you're gonna love it."

sehun broke the kiss to look at his hyung for permission. when junmyeon nodded, you felt sehun's right hand caressing their way inside your panties, two of his long fingers exploring your core.

you moaned, and that only made sehun look up at you with even more delight in his eyes.

"damn", he licked his lips.

"told ya", junmyeon laughed.

"can i taste her, hyung?", sehun desperately asked, looking back at junmyeon. "please, let me taste her..."

"not today. for now, you're gonna make her cum on your fingers so i can enjoy the show."

you groaned when sehun's thumb found your clit, circling it and pressing it. he was quickly to thrust his two fingers inside you, cursing when he felt how soft you felt.

"gosh, you feel so good, noona."

"glad you like it", you joked.

both you and sehun got so lost - his fingers pumping in and out of you, the way you leaned in again to kiss his long neck and leave a mark on it like he was yours and junmyeon's perfect and favorite little toy -, that neither of you noticed the moment junmyeon opened his pants to touch himself, fingers slightly caressing his still clothed member.

"you two are so cute, so desperate", he said with a laugh.

"ugh, noona...", sehun moaned when you sucked on his jaw. "shit, hyung, how do you handle her?"

sehun curled his fingers inside you, hitting your spot and making you moan too. junmyeon laughed again at the two of you.

"i don't, that's why i needed you", he answered, finishing his wine in one big gulp. junmyeon pushed both his pants and underwear down to his thighs, immediately wrapping his hand around his member and starting to stroking it. "make her cum, sehunnie. do it, and then i'll take care of you both."

the promise made you clench again in anticipation. sehun smirked at you too, imagining all the things junmyeon could do to him and to you.

"you better listen to him, baby boy", you whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

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eomayas · 10 months

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testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

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lunaflowers · 7 months

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jealousy (dom!junmyeon)

pairing: kim junmyeon x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k synopsis: you make junmyeon jealous so he punishes you in his favourite way warnings: sadist dom!junmyeon, masochist sub!reader, established relationship, jealousy, whipping, degradation, name calling, piv, pussy slapping

author's note: this is unedited, i'm sorry!

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“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Junmyeon said, anger in every syllable. “You wanted to make me jealous so I would act like this?” He shoved you against the wall, pinning you there.

“No, I swear,” you replied, your voice a strained whimper.

“Liar,” he spat at you. “You’ve been trying to drive me crazy all night.”

“It’s not true.” You really hadn’t been trying to make him jealous. The two of you had been together at an SM Entertainment company party, celebrating the launch of some new business venture along with his fellow members as well as many others. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The drinks were flowing and Baekhyun had been in a particularly jovial mood, regaling you with stories of his latest vacation. The two of you were huddled in a corner while he was showing you the pictures on his phone.

And sure, maybe he had been flirting a little. He was Baekhyun, it was what he did. He just was a flirt. It didn’t mean anything. He’d linger a little too long on any vacation photos where he was on the beach, wet and topless, waggling his eyebrows at you jokingly while you giggled and rolled your eyes.

You hadn’t realised that Junmyeon was watching the two of you, seething the entire time. He hadn’t shown it. No, he was far too dignified and professional to lose his shit in public like that, not to mention he had his perfect idol image to maintain. Instead he merely ignored you when you would try to get his attention. But as soon as the two of you got home, it was like a switch had been flipped.

You were against the wall with Junmyeon’s arms on both sides of you. He was staring you down and you felt yourself shrink underneath his hard gaze.

“Junmyeon, baby, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” you said soothingly. You tried to reach out and put a comforting hand on his cheek but he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Did I say you were allowed to touch me, you fucking slut?”

The harsh words had you at once feeling chagrined and aroused. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be,” Junmyeon said, taking a step back. “Take off your panties.”

“I- I’m not wearing any,” you stammered in response. You cast your eyes down on the floor, not even able to look him in the face. “For you, not anyone else. I thought it would be a fun little thing for after the party. I would’ve told you during the party but you would barely talk to me.”

You finally looked up at him and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the bedroom you shared. “Get in there and bend over the bed. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You ran to your room and did as you were told, bent over the bed with your ass in the air. It was a few minutes before Junmyeon entered the room, presumably because he knew the anticipation would only serve to make you wetter. He got behind you and lifted the skirt of your dress up over your ass, exposing you. He gave you one quick, hard spank and you yelped at the pain.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

You did, and he began to tie them up with what you knew was his tie from the way the soft silk of it felt on your wrists. He then reached down and stuck two fingers deep into your already sopping wet cunt. It made you moan to finally have something inside you.

“Desperate whore,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them on your dress. You heard the jingle of his belt and you knew he was taking it off. “Brace yourself.”

Brace myself for what? You thought, seconds before you felt his belt whipping you across the ass. You yelped loudly and he chuckled.

“Junmyeon!” You cried, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Hmm?”

“That- It really hurt,” you said, pathetically.

“That’s the point, love,” he said, but he gave your ass cheek a comforting rub anyway. “Do you want me to stop?” You two had never used a safe word. If you ever wanted to stop, you just told him and he would.

You shook your head. “No… I liked it. You buried your head into the sheets, embarrassed at your confession.

“I know,” Junmyeon said, whipping you again, but lighter this time. “Spread your legs more. I can see by the way your slutty pussy is gushing for this, you little pain slut.”

You whined out, but didn’t protest, spreading your legs as he asked. He whipped you again, and again, and again. Every time he saw those little pink welts criss-crossing your ass, he got more excited. Seeing your pussy drip down your thighs as he marked you up was making his cock twitch in his pants and he couldn’t wait until the moment it was buried inside your cunt.

He whipped you again and you kept on making delicious little pained noises that only served to arouse him further. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “I’ve been such a whore today. I deserve to be punished. Whip me more, please.”

“Good girl. I like when you know your place,” Junmyeon replied. He began whipping you again, focusing more on your thighs now, as your ass didn’t look like it could take much more. “Desperate sluts deserve to be hurt, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated, revelling in the pain and pleasure. You heard Junmyeon throw his belt down onto the hardwood floor behind you. He came up right behind you and put two fingers in your cunt again. It was shameful how easy he was able to enter you. He pumped your pussy a few times, and took his fingers out, leaning forward and showing you his slick soaked fingers.

“Do you think it’s normal to get this wet when a man hurts you? Don’t you think that’s a little fucked up?”

Shame spread throughout your body at what he said, “I’m sorry,” you apologised as his degrading words only made your desire for him stronger.

Junmyeon wiped his soaked fingers on your face and you winced, feeling the coolness of your arousal on your cheek. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you couldn’t wipe it off, not that you would’ve tried without Junmyeon’s permission.

“So,” Junmyeon said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up off the bed. You looked him in the eyes and he slapped you across the face. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No, sir, sorry, sir,” you babbled, your cheek now smarting as well as your ass. You looked down at your feet so you didn’t see Junmyeon’s smirk.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gentle thump on your belly and you squealed, although it didn’t actually hurt. Junymeon got on the bed and untied your wrists. He then flipped you over onto your back and tied them to the headboard instead. Your freedom had been so fleeting and always under his control.

He looked down at you and you closed your eyes, not that you would’ve minded getting slapped again, but you didn’t want to test him. You heard him chuckle, and he leaned down, sucking a hickey onto your breast. “You’re such a good, obedient slut for me when it’s just us. So why do you have to act like such a whore in public?”

You bit your lip, “I’m sorry, sir,” you repeated.

“Sorry, sir,” he mocked, a girlish imitation of your voice. “That’s all you can say for yourself. You’re so pathetic.”

You were going to apologise again, an automatic reflex at this point, but you stopped yourself. Junmyeon ran his hand down over your body, between your breasts, down your belly button and finally stopping when he got to your cunt, his fingers deftly rubbing your clit.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and you did, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. He looked at you with amusement, enjoying the way you were falling apart underneath him. Without warning, he pulled his hand back and gave your cunt a smack. You yelped in pain, and he did it again.

“Tell me how much you love it when I hurt you.”

“I love it so much, sir,” you said, as tears filled your eyes when he smacked your pussy again. You were struggling against your restraints but it was no use. He smacked you once more. You cried out and he smiled sadistically.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” He meant it. Something about your swollen eyes and lips always made him want to fuck you senseless. He smacked your cunt again and you screamed.

“Please stop… No more,” you said, trying to close your legs.

“Has my baby had enough?” Junmyeon asked, his voice softening considerably. He was always in tune with you and he never wanted to push you beyond your limits.He rubbed you between the legs in a gesture meant to comfort.

You nodded and he kissed you on the lips soothingly.

“Please Junmyeon… I need you…” you whined when he broke the kiss. “Please?”

“Does my baby wanna be fucked now? After she’s been such a bad girl?”

“Yes, please,” you said, stopping yourself from apologising again.

“Fine. You’ve been taking your punishment so well that I think you deserve a little treat.” Junmyeon positioned himself on top of you, getting in between your legs and pressing the tip of his cock to your wet folds, teasing you as you squirmed. “You’ll never fucking do that again, will you? Hmm? I won’t catch you in the corner of some room giggling away with Baekhyun or anyone again?”

“No, I won’t. It won’t happen again, I promise,” you replied. Just fuck me already, you wanted to scream, but you didn’t dare.

“Good girl,” Junmyeon said, as he pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned as he entered your body.

He began moving inside you while kissing you at the same time. You knew he wanted this as much as you did and you felt ecstatic at finally, finally being fucked.

“Does it feel good?” Junmyeon asked, continuing to kiss your face.

“Yes… God, so good,” you said, giving a little gasp of pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots.

“Your pussy always feels amazing,” he said with a groan. He moved deeper inside you, and you arched your back at the intrusion. You want to grab him, to hold on to him, or to something but your restraints wouldn’t allow it so you just released a frustrated moan.

Junmyeon smirked, slowing down and allowing you to gather yourself. “Is something the matter?”

“I just want to touch you, sir. Please…” You shook your wrists, gesturing to where you were tied to the headboard. You wanted desperately for him to remove them.

He looked at your tied wrists, as though he was contemplating whether or not to do it. He seemed to come to a swift decision though.

“No.”

With that, he sped up his pace again, his hands on either side of you as he looked you in the eyes. He liked how helpless and vulnerable you were underneath him. And he especially liked watching you struggle so pitifully, resulting in those pretty pink marks on your wrists.

“I’ve been too fucking nice to you already, you little slut,” he said, breathlessly, “You need to learn you don’t get to have everything you want.”

“But sir,” you began to protest, but they died in your throat once he began using his thumb to play with your clit. In a split second you were close. “Gonna cum,” you managed to squeak out seconds before you did.

You came with a moan all over his cock. He hadn’t said you could, and you usually asked permission but he let it slide considering how far gone he was too. Groaning, he soon came inside of you, like he always did.

The two of you laid in the bed, catching your collective breaths. Junmyeon untied you and you tucked yourself into his warm body. He gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Learned your lesson?” he asked, teasingly.

“Hmm… I think I might need a reminder eventually,” you quipped back.

“Well, I’ll always be here to give it to you.”

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kjmcotton · 7 months

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December on the couch | Kjm

Kim Junmyeon x fem!reader

Plot:you and your best friend,Junmyeon,decide to entertain yourselves in a different way

Warnings:dom!Junmyeon,fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+

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Author’s notes:the first Junmyeon os is finally out!! I couldn’t wait anymore to write for my ultimate bias. This story has been in my drafts for a while but now here we are. Enjoy!

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“We’re best friends,we love each other completely”

The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of a cold Seoul. It was December:the month of presents and Christmas trees,but also of snow and fever;that was why,after studying all day with your best friend,Junmyeon,you had decided to cook pizza to warm yourselves up;and,since it had been snowing for days,you also proposed him to sleep on your couch that night.

After accepting your offer,Junmyeon sat next to you,welcoming your legs on his lap while scrolling through his phone.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked,his fingers stroking the soft skin of your ankles:the only things protecting you from the low temperatures were an oversized sweater and a pair of white socks,but you were more than okay with that,your house was a warm place.

“I’m used to it,and it’s not cold in here” you replied

Junmyeon nodded,putting his phone on the table in front of you

“Anything we can do to pass the time while we wait for our dinner to be ready?” he then asked.

You started thinking,giving a glance to the ceiling

“I’ve got Monopoly,Cluedo,Uno…” you counted the games with your fingers,stopping any now and then to think about what you had in the house.

In the meantime,Junmyeon was staring at you,still stroking his fingers along your legs,going as high as he could

“Stop” you giggled. He was tickling you.

“Why would I?”

“I don’t like being tickled,you know”

“That’s why I’m not stopping” he moved his body weight in order to top you. His hands slipped along your legs,sliding under your sweater,up to your tummy

“Stop! I said stop!” you were laughing in front of a satisfied Junmyeon who knew he was playing with your weak spot.

You grabbed his shoulders,trying to push him away,but you achieved the opposite as you dragged him closer.

Suddenly the laughters stopped.

Junmyeon looked into your eyes,licking his lips. His breath was warming up the skin of your cheeks while the delicate smell of his fresh clean clothes filled your nostrils. How much you liked it. You didn’t remember the last time you were that close;maybe it happened only once,in high school,when,without even knowing why,the two of you ended up kissing in the backyard of the school. It was your first kiss…and also the best you had ever received.

“I’ve got something better in mind than Monopoly” the boy whispered with his usual silky voice.

“W-what is it?” your breath was stuck in your throat. The distance between your lips got shorter, until they touched.

Junmyeon’s thumb found his place on your chin and tilted your had on the side. The kiss was tender,as tender as Junmyeon himself had always been. It seemed like he had no rudeness in his body.

“Junmyeon-you mumbled his name in the kiss as he distanced himself of a few inches to let you speak-we’re supposed to be best friends…”

“We are. We’re best friends,we love each other completely” he talked,sliding his hand underneath your sweater to satisfy his need of skinship.

At those words you bit your lips,with your breath getting heavier. You immediately understood what he had in his mind,but it had been a while since you had sex,which made you feel unconfident,that was why you were reluctant in fucking with someone you knew so well. You were scared of being judged. However,on the other hand,you couldn’t deny that your whole self was screaming its attraction to the boy:your lower body tingled as soon as your skins touched and a not unusual need of feeling him close had risen inside you.

“Everything will be fine,I promise you” Junmyeon whispered into your hear,kissing the side of your chin before reaching your neck. You instinctively moved your head aside to give him access,thinking about how easy it was for him to read you. You were an open book to him,which was incredible considering you had never been someone whose feelings were easy to understand.

The boy’s lips started sucking on your skin,drawing purple marks everywhere. Behind your hear,under your chin;he even lowered the neck of your sweater to leave hickeys on your collarbone . He was the painter while you were his canvas,and you liked it,damn if you liked it.

Your hand interwove in his hair. Eyes shut as you were enjoying his fingers wandering all over your body. He started drawing lines on your skin,going up,until he touched your breasts. A whine of yours filled the air.

“You like it,angel?” he demanded,looking at you from under his lashes. You nodded:flushed cheeks and a slightly open mouth were already adorning Junmyeon’s painting,it didn’t matter if he was just at the beginning.

“You look so pretty when we cross our lines. I wish I could do this more often” he said,lifting your sweater up to kiss the skin above your white pants. Another moan escaped your mouth.

“Take this off for me,you don’t need it” he said,and with that you were now naked under a needy Junmyeon. Embarrassed,you blushed and tried to cover yourself,but the brunette shook his head and moved your arms aside.

“There’s no need to hide:you’re so beautiful. I wanna se everything” he gently kissed your lips,while his hands found their way to your breasts,touching your soft flesh. The contact of his skin with yours seemed unreal and perfect,how much you liked him.

“F-fuck-you panted,throwing your head back-I-need you Myeon”

“I need you too sweetheart-he grabbed your hand,squeezing it in his palm before letting you touch the buldge in his gym trousers-look what you’ve done to me”

“Ohw” that was everything you were able to say. Junmyeon was slowly and gently driving you to the edge. It was so much in character for him:he had never been bossy,he spent his entire life leading people with calm and knowledge.

“I’ll do it for you” you talked in a breath of sound,stroking your fingers against the cloth of his trousers,but Junmyeon shook his head,blocking your hands above your had.

“No angel,I didn’t tell you so. Be a good girl”

“I’m-I’m sorry-“ you tried to talk, but you got interrupted by his free hand sliding in between your legs.

“You’re so soft” he whispered,caressing your entrace. You squeezed your thighs around his wrist,trying to find some relief as your lower body was tingling like crazy. You also tried to free your hands,but his grip was too tight.

“Don’t make me mad,princess” he whispered,glancing at your fingers

“I’m s-sorry…I just…Myeon-“ your voice was low,small as you made eye-contact,noticing how eagerly and sweetly he was looking at you. There was something with him in that moment,something that you couldn’t understand but that made you believe that no man in the world was as beautiful as Kim Junmyeon was.

“What is it angel,you don’t like it?” he kept moving the palm of his hand up and down,along the cloth of your pants. You shivered as your chest became heavier and your breath shorter. Saying that you had never touched yourself without thinking about him doing that for you would’ve been a lie,because you did,unwillingly maybe,but you surely did many times.

“No…I like it. I think I like it too much,Myeon. Please I-“

“Don’t be impatient-he interrupted you,moving your slip aside as he started stroking your clit-good girls are always rewarded”.

Your mouth widened as he started drawing circles with his index. You threw your head back,shutting your eyes. Your body was slowly getting filled by pleasure. You weren’t used to that feeling anymore.

“I know what you’re looking for,princess” he whispered to your hear. His butter voice embraced you,rising your body temperature so much that you felt like melting. You whined,then the boy slid his fingers inside you.

“Myeon-“ you could barely talk as his index hit the right spot,the one which sent you on cloud nine. He was so great at making you feel good.

“We’re almost there babygirl,do it for me” he murmured as you were getting wetter and wetter,until you reached your release.

Junmyeon looked at you from above,a smirk appeared on his lips as he licked his index:

“You’re so tasty princess. Shall we carry on?”

You were panting so much that you couldn’t answer,you just bit your lips and stared at the boy with your big needy eyes that spoke for you. Junmyeon’s hand grabbed your chin as his thumb caressed your pinky lips;he then took his shirt and your pants off,spreading your legs to eat you.

“Myeon-” a loud moan escaped your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. His fingers deep dug in the flesh of your thighs while yours interwove in his brown hair. He seemed scared of losing you,as if you would’ve ran away and left,but you would’ve never been able to do such a thing,not with him pleasing you so well.

You were a mess of whines and moans while begging the boy do to more:you wanted everything he could give you.

Junmyeon’s head rose as he licked his lips,getting on top of you once again.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted-he whispered,taking off his trousers-but now you have something to do for me. Will you,beautiful angel?”

“I will do anything…-you panted-anything you ask me,Myeon”

“Good girl-he grabbed your chin-from now on I want you to look at me. Will you do that,sweetheart?”

“I-I will”

“That’s what I wanted to hear-he kissed your lips-you’ll like it,I promise”

Junmyeon held you by the hips. His hands perfectly fitting your waist,making you believe that no one else in the world should’ve taken his place on that couch,nor on your bed.

“Are you ready,angel?” he asked in a whisper;you nodded,and with that he finally slid inside you.

“Oh my God..” you whined,staring in his beautiful chocolate eyes. You could see the lust in his dilated pupils while he thrusted inside you. His pace was slow,precise,and gentle. He went deep,hitting the right spot.

You held onto his well built shoulders,scratching them a few times while breathing faster and faster.

“Tell me you belong to me sweetheart” the boy talked,his eyes still chained to yours

“I-I do Junmyeon. I-I belong to you and no one else”

At those words shivers of pleasure went along his spine,making his movements sloppier. You knew he was close,and so were you.

He gave a few more thrusts,they were rough this time,but you liked them:they took your breath away.

“I don’t-I don’t wanna hurt you…” he murmured,without breaking eye-contact

“But-I-I really like it…” you replied,feeling Junmyeon’s grip tighten on your body before a loud moan escaped his mouth,preceding his release

“Fuck…-he whined as his seed filled you. He couldn’t hold on if you talked to him like that,with the soft needy voice of yours that made his head spin-now-he stuttered still on his orgasm -now one more time angel,come one more time for me…”

“Oh my God…” you moaned out loud,following him with your climax. The idea of you being his and him being yours,only yours,was your biggest weakness,but you had realised it only on the spot.

The two of you started at each other for a few more seconds before you moved your body aside,letting Junmyeon lay down next to you.

His chest was moving up and down,fast,as he was trying to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and his hair were messy,but you swore he was ethereal.

With a gentle shift of his body,Junmyeon stretched one of his arms out so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You did so,wrapping yours around his waist while a hand of his rested on your back,caressing your skin.

Junmyeon looked at you,there still was a hint of lust in his eyes:

“How much I wanted this…” he whispered in your hear,making your heart skip a bit

“Have you?” you asked,in a breath of sound

He gently grabbed your face,making eye-contact

“You’re all I dream about” he talked,placing a kiss on top of your head before hearing the timer for your pizza go off in the kitchen.

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Hard Enough | Kim Junmyeon (Suho)

5K Follower Series Ep. 25

Summary: Suho can’t hide his desire for you when he watches you get changed in front of him...

Genre: Friends to lovers, suggestive

Word Count: 1.4k

Prompt: “Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” & “Can I stay here tonight?”

As Suho opened his front door, you pushed him against the wall.

“Wanna fuck?” you whispered.

Suho’s heart was throbbing. Was this a dream? This had to be a dream. You were his best friend - his bad-ass, genius, way-too-hot-for-him best friend.

Well, you saw Suho as your best friend. Suho, meanwhile, spent every night imagining your body on top of his. Imagining this moment.

Suho was in love with you. And you had no idea.

“Y-yes,” he cried out.

You froze. A look of confusion crossed your face. Then, you threw your head back and laughed. You ruffled his fringe. “Just kidding! The look on your face is priceless. God, you are easy to mess with.”

Suho nodded, cursing himself in his mind.

“Yep.” His voice was dry. “You got me.”

You barrelled up the stairs and into his bedroom, trailing popcorn crumbs and destruction. You had a massive pile of dresses in your hands.

As soon as you reached Suho’s bedroom, you ran into his ensuite bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll start trying them on!” you called. “Thanks so much for helping me.”

Oh yeah. You were going on a first date with some jerk called Chanyeol today. And Suho, like the idiot he was, had agreed to help you pick an outfit. Did he enjoy getting his heart trampled on? He had no idea why he did this.

Suddenly, you leaned out in just a bra, your brown skin glowing deliciously in the light. You kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a lifesaver.”

The world wobbled a little as Suho drowned in happiness. Oh yeah. That was why he did this.

His cheeks burning painfully, Suho took a seat. With each dress – a black silk with a slit thigh, a puffy white one made of tulle – Suho tried to give a considered opinion.

You see, you and Suho were both journalists at the same women’s magazine. When he first met you four years ago, his career as a writer was struggling. He had no inspiration. There were only so many “21 cute throw blankets for your apartment” that he could write.

And then he met you. The girl who teased him mercilessly for being a man working at a women’s magazine, (you called him the “Lady Whisperer”) wrote so much better than him, and made him smile for hours every time you sent him a stupid sloth gif.

That was when he started the series, “How to Get Over A Crush (Hint: You Can’t)” and quickly became one of the magazine’s most popular writers. Suho told you the series was all made-up. Not once did you suspect that it was about you. That hurt Suho a little. Was it that hard to imagine you dating him?

“Okay, picky… what about this one?”

You came out, grinning breathlessly, in a dress covered in red lace flowers. Well, it could barely be called a dress – it cheekily revealed so much of your bronze skin. The neckline rippled down your chest, and Suho’s eyes felt glued to it.

For a moment, Suho was so overcome he couldn’t speak. His whole body pulsed and shivered with excitement.

“Well, silly? Can you speak or what?”

You jumped onto the bed next to him, and squished your fingers to his lips, pretending to open and close them. “Speak, speak, speak,” you chanted.

As soon as you touched him, Suho felt a jolt of excitement. Then a very familiar and very, very disturbing sensation in his pants. He had an intense erection.

Inhaling sharply, he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs, as if thinking very hard.

You frowned at him. “What’s wrong? You’re acting funny.”

He cleared his throat. “N-nothing, just… more comfortable this way.”

You stood up, spinning slowly in front of the mirror. “Well? What about the dress?” you murmured.

Oh god. Seeing your whole body – including your very sculpted ass - was not helpful.

In the mirror, you noticed some little buttons at the back of the neck. “Oh, would you mind doing these up for me?”

Suho shook his head. “I’m think… you can manage.”

You spun to face him. “Oh my god, you’re being so weird right now. Just help me.”

Suho’s face was blushing up a storm. “Yeah, about that… I don’t feel like getting up right now.”

You pouted for a second. Then, suddenly, you pushed a fist in front of your lips. A tiny chuckle burst from your throat.

“Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” you said.

Suho screwed his eyes shut, wishing he could die right now. “Is it that obvious?”

A sweet, soft smile came to your lips. Suho was surprised. It was like you were letting your guard down for just a moment. “I’m flattered. I didn’t know I was that attractive.”

Suho smiled. “You are. Dangerously attractive. A guy should have to sign a form before dating you.”

“Like a gun license?” you asked.

“Exactly. A Y/n license.”

You stood up. “Well, I think fate is telling me to wear this one.”

You started to pick up the dresses from the bed.

Suho felt crushing disappointment. In a few minutes, you’d be out the door, flirting with that Chanyeol idiot. And he would lose you. Maybe for good this time.

Suho did something very uncharacteristic for him. He took a chance.

“Don’t go,” he called out, his voice thick.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Don’t go on the date,” he said, meeting your eye. He could barely believe what he was doing. Suho? Confident? This was crazy. “Can you stay here tonight?”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t want you to date that Chanyeol guy. I want you to date me.” Suho took a deep breath. “I really like you. I’ve liked you ever since you walked into that office and called my tie ugly. And I’ve been too afraid to say anything till now, but, if that goddamn Chanyeol guy turns out to be the love of your life I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

You sat down on the bed again. Your eyebrows pulled together, like you were doing a difficult calculation.

Suho groaned. “What? Stop looking like that! Just say something!”

You bit your lip. “No, it’s just… your crush. The one you write about in the “How to get over your crush” series… it’s not…”

Suho nodded. “It’s you. It always has been.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “The girl you write secret poems about? The girl who makes your throat dry every time she comes near? The one you call the boy-whisperer…” You realised the connection. “Oh my god…”

You fell into stunned silence. Then, quietly, you said, “I read that in bed every Sunday morning, and every time, I wish I could find a guy who loved me that much.”

You shuffled closer to Suho. “You goddamn idiot!” you cried.

Suho’s heart fell. This was it. The rejection he had always known was coming.

“Why the hell did you not tell me till now?” You were grinning, red spots of blush blazing high in your cheeks.

Suho’s stuttered. “W-what? You mean… you’re not mad?”

You laughed. “Mad? Suho, I had a crush on you from the start! That’s why I teased you. I just- I felt so many things and I’m not used to… feeling things.” You looked down. “I kept looking for signals that you liked me back, but after a while, I gave up. I thought you just wanted to be friends.”

Suho shook his head. “Well you could not be more wro-“

You interrupted him - by pressing your lips fiercely to his. The kiss- the kiss was like being born again. Your lips were just as soft as he’d imagined. He was so absorbed in the feeling of your mouth on his that he totally forgot about his embarrassing hard-on.

When you pulled away, you grinned at his lap. “Sorry. That probably isn’t helping… that situation.”

Suho shrugged and pretended to look thoughtful. “Well, you know, I’m starting to think it won’t go away on its own…”

You smirked, running your hand over his chest. “Fuck Chanyeol. I’m staying here. Coz I know just how to help you with that.”

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proudahgase-exol · 6 months

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Walking funny

Junmyeon x reader ft exo

Summary: baekhyun sees y/n walking funny and he has to know why so he asks on the group chat.

#exo #exo x reader #exo fake social media #exo fake texts #exo x y/n #suho x reader #suho x you #kim junmyeon x reader #junmyeon x you #junmyeon x reader #exo suho #exo junmyeon #suho fanfic #suho smut

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byunstation · 1 year

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exo

EXO

SUHO

XIUMIN

LAY

BAEKHYUN

breathless by @whimsical-ness

ticking clocks 1 | 2 | 3 by @whimsical-ness

felon 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 by @whimsical-ness (M)

1:44 p.m by @privebbh

CHEN

CHANYEOL

ticking clocks 1 | 2 | 3 by @whimsical-ness

D.O

felon 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 by @whimsical-ness (M)

spellbound by @whimsical-ness

KAI

SEHUN

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andimoon · 9 months

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✨Hello hello!✨

Writing requests

💚 Open 💚

(Not my art! Credit goes to the artist!)

I’m only writing EXO right now, but send me your favorite member and a number and I’ll write you a little something. 😁

EXO x Reader!!

~ Xiumin (Minseok)

~ Suho (Junmyeon)

~ Lay (Yixing)

~ Baekhyun

~ Chen (Jongdae)

~ Chanyeol

~ D.O. (Kyungsoo)

~ Kai (Jongin)

~ Sehun

✨Disclaimer ✨

I’m allowing Anonymous requests, but please do not read/request smut if you are under 18 years old. I will not be responsible for that.

{A} Angst

{F} Fluff

{S} Smut

(not for Chen! Sorry!)

Unless you specifically ask for smut, I will not asume your age and I will not write smut! Thank you, dear reader! 💛

✨Prompts✨

1. “Of course I love you.”

2. “Our kids are going to be, 🤌✨MUAH✨” (without emoji’s)

3. “When I die, I’m gonna haunt the fuck out of you.”

4. “Who's going to stop us?”

5. “Don’t be nervous, let me take care of you.”

6. “Easy for you to say. You’re perfect.”

7. “You are absolutely stunning.”

8. “Come on, it’s not that hard.”

9. “I’m not wasting my time on this.”

10. “Do you know how fucking cute you are?”

11. “You shine so much, you blind yourself.”

12. “I don’t usually bite, but I’ll make an exception this time.”

13. “A little water never hurt anyone.”

14. “There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.”

15. “I like it when you smile.”

16. “I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

17. “Don’t hide.”

18. “How much did you sleep?”

19. “If this is your way of flirting, you’re doing a terrible job at it.”

20. “You don’t understand.”

21. “I don’t think you see how important you are to me. Let me show you.”

22. “Do you know how much I love you?”

23. “How are you so perfect?”

24. “Don’t look at me like that.”

25. “Baby, your family is right there. Keep it together for just a little longer and I’ll reward you.”

26. “Make me.”

27. “God, I missed you.”

28. “I’ll go if you go.”

29. “I love you! No time to explain, gotta go!”

30. “Make love to me.”

31. “You’re making a scene.”

32. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

33. “Please don’t leave me.”

34. “Pretend to be mine for a couple of days. I’ll pay you back somehow.”

35. “You smell so good.”

36. “You still love me, right?”

37. “You’re walking into dangerous territory.”

38. “Well, this got awkward.”

39. “Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.”

40. “Did you block my number?”

41. “Do you need more?”

42. “I’m scared. Not of you, of me. What if I ruin everything?”

43. “Are you actually afraid?

44. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

45. “Is this enough?”

46. “Can we just stay here for a while?”

47. “You’re so soft.”

48. “Is this thing dangerous?”

49. “Yeah, this is what friends do.”

50. “I just love waking up next to you.”

51. “Don’t you have a house?”

52. “Keep doing that.. please don’t stop.”

53. “This moment is everything.”

54. “Can I live with you?”

55. “I know, baby. Just hold on a little more. It’ll be worth it.”

✨A/N✨

Not all of these prompts are original to me! Credit goes to the creators who came up with them, @theficblog and @its-not-sof 💛

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xotaemintol · 10 months

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⚠︎MDNI⚠︎

X Black reader EXO imagines and more

☼JONGIN☼

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→TaeKai x fem black reader: A Private show part 1

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→Sub!Baekhyun x (fem) reader: Subby September (smut, word count: 568)

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→Baekhyun x (fem) Reader ANON ask: Newly Weds (fluff word count: 1871)

→Baekhyunx reader: Teasing bf Baekhyun and Shy reader anon ask (fluff/suggestive)

☼KYUNGSOO☼

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☼CHEN☼

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☼CHANYEOL☼

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☼XIUMIN☼

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☼LAY☼

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☼LUHAN☼

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itstheoneshot · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2

Roleplay: Suho

!sub Suho

Even without a script to work from, Junmyeon is always acting. Always creating a plot or a storyline, and always working to improve his skills. You oblige his requests, because despite not being a professional like him, acting is fun and helping your partner better his career is a blessing. Of course, you get something out of it too, because Junmyeon makes your scenes fun and always r-rated, a stark contrast from what his paid roles are. Starring in TV dramas, stage plays, musicals and the occasional movie, none of them even remotely similar to what you played out at home.

You would always laugh as he sets the scene, not knowing how long he expected you to keep in character. Dressing up in whatever clothes he would pull from the closet, always something different, where did he even get half of this stuff? You never complained though, he always made you look so pretty, so beautiful, innocent, breakable, powerful, whatever he was feeling that day.

“Excuse me?” He asks meekly, carrying a cup of coffee into the room, “Your cappuccino.”

You look up at Junmyeon from the dining table, a soft smile on your face, “Thank you, sweetheart,” You reply, “You may sit.”

Junmyeon places the cup and saucer down, admiring the heart shaped chocolate powder imprint he made in the foam of your coffee before moving to take a seat in the chair opposite to you. You are wearing a business-style button up blouse with a high waisted a-line skirt, pale stockings and heeled boots. You carry yourself with a professional air, playing into the position of CEO. Junmyeon is in businesswear too, looking sharp but with reservation. Anxiety oozes from him, nervous and unprepared for the impromptu meeting that you called. It isn’t often that a low-grade office worker has to meet with the head of the company, only happening if there is a serious issue, and that there is today.

“Thank you for meeting with me at such short notice,” You open up the dialogue after a moment of silence, “Would you care to tell me why you think that this meeting has been called?”

Junmyeon stares at you, eyes widened and lips settled in a pout, and you almost crumble before you have even started. He looks like a lost bunny, scared, confused, and so, so nervous.

“I… I think,” He stammers, eyes widening with every word, “Is it because of the report that got published?”

You smile at him, a sarcastic, intimidating smile, “That’s right,” You say condescendingly, “And what was wrong with that report that is now out for the world to see?”

Junmyeon looks as if he will burst into tears, god, he is such a good actor, he is thinking hard, you have really put him on the spot with this one.

“The numbers, miss,” He mumbles, “They were wrong… and now we could get in trouble.”

You nod at him, appreciating the honesty, but furious about the event. He is right, publishing financial reports that tell a completely different story to the truth is a crime, and the clean up that is required to rectify the issue is snowing the company under.

“Whose fault was it?” You ask, although you know the answer, “Tell the truth.”

“Mine,” He sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry… how can I show that I am sorry?”

You smirk at him now, having trapped him exactly where you want him. Sure, what he did was bad, but the tech team can have it overwritten quickly. You really just wanted an excuse to make him serve you as more than an employee.

“I want you to show me that you aren’t a complete failure,” You reply, purposefully nudging him in the leg with your own, “Surely you are capable in some aspect, right?”

Junmyeon’s eyes widen so much you fear they may pop out of his head, jaw dropping as he comes to process your request, your requirement, the payment for his mess up. He watches as you unbutton not one but two buttons of your blouse, cleavage on show for him, tempting him beyond his wildest desires.

“Oh, oh? Okay,” He nods, so subserviently, “How, how can I prove it?”

You get up from your seat, and walk around the table to stand in front of him just as he turns in his chair to face you. You trace his perfect jawline with your index finger, and lift his chin to make him look into your eyes and away from your chest.

“If you can make me cum today,” You smile at him sickeningly, “And every day for the rest of the week, I may let this instance slide.”

He moves to take your hands in his, and bravely pulls you down to straddle his lap. He is stronger than you thought, and you feel, thanks to how close he pulls you to him, that he is already hardening under you.

“I can do that,” He promises you, hands sliding up your skirt, oh he is not going to hold back, “That is something I am definitely good at.”

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decantingstxrs · 1 year

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a loud smack rings through the room as his hand makes contact with your bare ass. you bite down hard on your lip to suppress a moan. something about hearing and feeling his hand on you was enough to get you wetter than a river.

“count.”

“o-one.”

“good girl.” he says before spanking you again. and again.

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jongbross · 7 months

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lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader

a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗

the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.

well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.

a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.

“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.

“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”

“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”

you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…

“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”

you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.

“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.

“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”

if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.

“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.

junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.

but that was until he met you.

that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.

junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?

“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.

he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…

or that was what he thought.

“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”

“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.

“n-no, sir.”

“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”

the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.

“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”

“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.

you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.

“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.

“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”

“such a gentleman-”

the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.

(...)

you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.

when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.

and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.

“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.

he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.

“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.

you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.

“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”

“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.

you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.

fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.

when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.

“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.

your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.

another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.

seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.

junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?

what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?

“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.

“what?”, you groaned.

“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”

you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.

“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”

junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”

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eomayas · 9 months

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strictly business • kjm [req]

request: here 🩷

pairing: ceo!junmyeon x f ceo!reader, established relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!

warnings: reader is mean, dom x sub dynamics, fingering, p in v, pwp, grump x sunshine dynamic, reader is gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing her way through life

all eyes are on you when you burst through the doors of the meeting room, interrupting the current session. but you can do that, because you have enough money to buy this company twice if you really wanted to.

the room in the air gets thicker and you can practically feel the tension. you invite it, enjoy it, even. you like having that type of power over people, especially this specific group of people. “good morning, gentlemen,” you say, smiling—baring your fangs—at the six men before you, who all stand to greet you, bowing politely before taking their seats.

your assistant takes your coat and hands you your briefcase. you feel them all staring at you, wondering why you crashed this meeting when you were specifically not invited, for many reasons. and you know exactly who’s idea it was, but you’d deal with him later, after you sink your teeth into his employees. “somebody catch me up,” you say, but it’s less of an ask and more of a demand. you scan the table, your eyes sliding over the CEO of the firm and focusing on his subordinates.

you laser your eyes onto a poor intern who immediately gets red and looks over to his boss for help. you narrow your eyes at him and he swallows. “uh, we, uh, were meeting to talk about the expansion,” he says, glancing at you before averting his gaze.

“the expansion with my company,” you correct, your gaze still focused on the poor kid. he stares down at the table, refusing to look you in the eye and you almost smile. almost. “i don’t see how you could have a meeting about the expansion with my company without having myself or even a member of my company’s board present.” you say, cutting your eyes across the table to the interns boss and the CEO of this company.

he presses his lips into a line and gives you a knowing look. “does that make sense to anybody?” you ask, looking around the room. nobody dares to speak up, and if you were a lot less professional you might knock everything off of the table and demand that they respond.

“mrs. kim,” the boss says, as a warning. you ignore him and stare at his employees, waiting, daring one of them to speak up. you’re not shocked when they remain silent; you’re met with it often. it’s not a secret that you’re tough and don’t see a problem with pushing people to their limits and reminding them who’s really in charge. that’s the whole reason you got to where you’re at. playing nice wasn’t an option—especially as a woman trying to obtain a position of power—and you learned that very quickly.

“if one of you doesn’t speak up, you won’t have an expansion with KYN Beauty to put on your resume, or a job in the morning!” you bark, glaring across the table at his employees. you’re definitely exaggerating the whole job thing, but you need to light a fire under them to get somebody talking, since their boss likes to keep things from you.

“mrs. kim,” it’s a warning if you’ve ever heard one, and it makes you sit back in your chair and look over at him. he stands up from his chair and motions for you to do the same. “a word in my office?” but he’s not asking you, he’s telling you. and you’re not going to stay sitting in your chair, not when he’s looking at you like he could rip you a new one in front of his entire staff.

you get up and he waits for you to exit before following after you. you already know where his office is, and you walk the familiar route in silence.

“yerim, cancel my meetings in the next hour, please,” he says to his secretary when the two of you pass by her desk.

“of course, mr. kim,” she says eagerly, and you nearly roll your eyes. another thing to get in his ear about.

he holds the door to his office open for you, and locks it once the two of you are inside. you cross your arms over your chest and stare up at your husband, a bored expression on your face. “quit threatening my staff,” junmyeon says, gently grabbing your forearms and pulling your arms apart so he can hold you by your sides.

you push him off and take a step away from him. “why did you leave me out of a meeting that i need to be apart of?” you question, throwing your arms up in the air. you two typically leave your work at the office, rarely bringing it home beyond a few emails or a few reports that need to get done, and that’s mostly during the end of each quarter. you keep your work and home life separate, and don’t meddle in each others business endeavors. but this morning, you happened to catch sight of his opened calendar on his work computer, and saw ‘expansion meeting’ set for 11am with an invite to everybody that was previously in the meeting room. everybody but you.

“honey,” he sighs, taking a step toward you. you take a step backwards, running into his desk and knocking a few papers loose. he cages you around the desk and you frown at him, but your features quickly soften as you submit to his charms and remember that, above all, he is your husband. “honey, don’t take it personal. you can just be a bit intense, and not everybody can handle that.” junmyeon says, kissing your cheek.

“that’s not my problem,” you say, and your husband chuckles, dropping his forehead against yours.

“and that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” he nudges your nose with his and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “but i can handle you.” junmyeon mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you hold onto the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. his suit jacket strains against his arms and he pulls back to slide it off his shoulders and drops it onto one of the chairs.

“send your receptionist on lunch,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him back down to your mouth. junmyeon plants his palms on his desk as he leans over you, unable to stand between your legs due to the tight skirt you’re wearing.

“take that off,” he says, nodding at your skirt. he says it as a trade off for sending yerim on her break early. you quickly pull the zipper down and slide your skirt off of your legs and down to the floor. junmyeon bites his bottom lip and picks up the phone, pressing a button that immediately connects him to yerim.

“yes, mr. kim?” this time, you do roll your eyes and he smiles at you and gently pinches your cheek.

“go ahead and take you lunch break now, yerim,” he says.

“well, i typically take it at noon,” she says. you huff and lean over to get close to the speaker so she can hear.

“just take your break, yerim,” you say flippantly before hanging up on her and pulling junmyeon back towards you. “you should fire her.” you say.

“why do you want to fire all of my employees?” he asks, unbuttoning your blouse.

“so i can have you all to myself,” you reply, pushing your top off and leaving yourself in a matching red lingerie set, the red identical to the color of the lipstick on your lips. junmyeon eyes you and runs a hand over his neatly combed hair before dropping it down to his collar to loosen his tie.

“youre unreal,” he mutters, shaking his head as he pulls his tie off and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. he could stare at you for hours like this, all pretty and waiting for him. you pull him down to your lips and kiss him hard, uncrossing your legs to let him get as close as possible to you.

with your free hand you drag it down his chest to his pants, palming him through his slacks. you rub his bulge a few times and your husband pulls back and pushes your hand away. “you’re gonna ruin my pants,” he argues.

“then take them off.”

theyre at his ankles in seconds, though he keeps his dress shirt on. it’s unbuttoned, and you drag your nails down his torso. he watches you with lidded eyes, his gaze so intense that you can’t help but full body blush. this whole tough persona, at least with him, is all an act. he has you wrapped around his finger like it’s nobody’s business.

junmyeon is on your mouth again, his left hand dropping between the two of you to rub your clit through your underwear. if anybody knew how you acted in the bedroom, they would be hit with an extreme case of shock, and disbelief. you’re a person who likes to be in control, but you’re different with junmyeon. you’re like putty in his hands every time you get around him.

that doesn’t go to say that he’s not as tightly wound around your finger as you are him. he might even wrapped tighter, practically turning into mush when you so much as look at him. he returns to his college self when he’s around you, simply being junmyeon—myeonnie, to you—and not ‘mr. kim’, the boss.

your mouth falls open when he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your underwear pushed to the side. junmyeon works his fingers into you, curling them and making your vision go spotty. the rapid rise and fall of your chest mixed with your breathy pants of his name puts him in a mild hypnosis, nothing on his mind besides bringing you to your release and then burying himself inside of you.

“junmy,” you say, your voice sounding like pure honey to him. junmyeon alternates between rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers into you. his curled fingers and the ministrations on your clit have you seeing stars, your orgasm approaching quickly. “m-myeonnie!” you choke out, gushing all over his fingers, your legs going limp against the edge of his desk.

those same fingers are put in his mouth to be licked clean. junmyeon delights in your taste, wanting to kneel down and shove his face between your legs and eat you out for the next hour. but, time is real and neither of you have a lot of it, so with deft fingers, he pulls your underwear down your legs. junmyeon parts your legs and stands between them, wrapping them around his waist.

you only smile up at him and lock your ankles behind his back, lurching him forward. you pull him down to you by the beck, sliding your hands down to the front of his open shirt to grab onto it. “love you,” he mumbles against you mouth, littering kisses on the corner of your lips and onto your jaw.

you murmur ‘love you too’, before propping yourself up and moving to push his boxers down. “need you, myeonnie. want you,” you whine, sliding yourself to the edge of the desk. you thread your hands into the back of his hair and press insistent kisses to his exposed neck and chest.

junmyeon unclasps your bra and pulls it off your arms to toss behind you. “i’ve got you, baby,” he says, wrapping one arm around your middle and holding the base of his dick with his free hand. he guides himself into your entrance and your lips part when he pushes the head in. “i’ve got you.” he groans, kissing your neck.

your arms wrap around his shoulders and you clutch him tightly against you, anchoring yourself to something as he harshly thrusts into you. you cry out his name, burying your face in his neck to keep quiet. junmyeon gently cradles the back of your neck and lies you flat on the desk, planting one hand flat near your head while the other gropes your breast.

clenching around him, you whine and reach for him, wanting to be closer. “what, baby?” he pants, indulging in you and leaning down to be closer like you want.

“i miss you,” you whine, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist. junmyeons heart swells, like a balloon being filled with helium.

“yeah?” he asks, lifting himself off of you in order to stare down at you. “you miss me stuffing you full of my cock? can’t go a day without it?” your face burns, embarrassment flooding your body because, yes.

junmyeon blows his bangs out of his eyes but they fall back in place. he let’s go of your hip to brush his hair back into place, smirking down at you when he catches you gazing up at him with your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, pulling at your bottom lip.

you nod, your head in a daze. junmyeon keeps pounding into you, even long after you cum for the second time. he fucks your release back into you, never slowing down until he comes himself. you cross your legs at the ankles around his back and hold him there, letting him cum inside of you.

he sighs out your name and hangs his head, his hair dangling in front of your face. you push it out of the way and kiss his forehead, your nails raking up his lower back.

junmyeon kisses you once before pulling out of you and grabbing the box of tissues that sit on the side table. he wipes himself off before doing the same for you, tossing the soiled papers away and helping you off of the desk.

you prance around his office naked, in search of your clothes that are strewn around the room. you find your bra and blouse, quickly slipping them back on. “baby, have you see my underwear?” you ask, squatting down to look on the floor.

you hear a small gust of air above you and stand up, your red panties lying on the center of his desk. picking them up, you grimace when you feel their dampness and set them back down. you quickly find your skirt and slip it on, underwear be damned.

junmyeon catches you by the waist and pulls you against him, his shirt still unbuttoned. he holds your tightly against him, kissing your neck and then your lips. “you know the meeting was just business, baby,” he says reassuringly.

“i know,” you reply, placing a hand on his cheek.

“and nobody is getting fired,” he says, peering down at you. you roll your eyes and press a hard kiss to his lips before slipping out of his embrace to step into your heels. “im not firing yerim, either.”

you run your hand through your hair, shaking it out as you slip your hands through. “we’ll see,” you say, the sweet wife role being replaced back with the shark, the one everybody knows you by.

“y/n,” he says, following after you as you walk around his desk to pull out the mirror you started keeping in here. you set it up and check your appearance to make sure your makeup isn’t messed up.

“baby?” you question, flicking your eyes up to him before looking back down at your reflection, turning your head to the other side. he leans over his desk and you look up at him again, an eyebrow raised.

“nobody is getting fired, okay?”

you smile up at him, as sweet as pie, a stark difference to how you actually feel. “whatever you say, mr. kim.”

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