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minhavn · 2 years

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fwb!bestfriend’s brother!yj teasing you under the table during dinner with his sister and parents and banging you when having a sleepover pls

warning(s) : exhibitionism, dom!jun, sub!reader, age gap, fingering, slight dub-con/non-con, mild degradation, slut shaming, implied smoking, marking, yj kinda a dick, not proofread, feel free to add more

a/n : im sorry for the very late reply, i haven't been here for a while and active mostly on my other acc. anyway, pls enjoy this darling and thank you so much for the request ♥️

it's already semester break and you had decided to have a sleepover for a week at your best friend's place—knowing her well that she'd ask you for a sleepover if you didn't propose the idea first when she had to watch her parents leaving to have a holiday in another city, away from her and her menacing older brother, yeonjun.

you had known yeonjun the time you befriended his sister, finding him to be cold, brooding and the whole package of 'dark grunge emo boy' ever since the second year of high school. he also never greeted you properly whenever you came to have a sleepover or a study session with his sister—only giving you a side glance, eye roll and then left the living room for the two of you once he slammed his door closed.

it had been a while and he gradually warmed up to you, giving you a curt nod as a greeting or buying you and his sister some snacks whenever he left the house to the nearest store. "here," he dropped a bag of snacks and drinks you requested, holding out his hand—telling both of you the exact number you had to pay before leaving with a small hum, lighting up his cigarette and leaving the house again to meet his friends.

"so, how's study?" was the most dreading question one could ask to a struggling student.

"it was fine," you replied with a smile, trying to conceal your pain over the fact that you had to take some classes before the next semester. feeling something on your thigh, you looked down and found yeonjun's hand resting on top of it comfortably—playing, tracing and drawing random shapes over your bare skin, giving you slight goosebumps and burning sensation once he stopped right on the end of your skirt.

his hand slipped underneath, running his index finger over your clad slit and giving a slight pressure over your sensitive nub—ignoring your stare while finishing down his dinner before pushing your panties aside, shoving two fingers inside you. it wasn't much but enough to make you full and squirming on the seat.

it was always the same once the two of you found interest in each other two summers ago, stealing some time to have a quickie or quick make out when there was none to catch you—enjoying the thrill of getting caught by your friends, his friends and his sister.

"jun, we cannot," you breathed out, watching his lips leaving marks all over your neck and collarbones while ignoring your plead to stop—left hand gripping the backside of your thigh, wrapping it around his waist while the other pushing your waist against the wall.

leaving your skin with a sloppy 'pop', yeonjun looked down to see your eyes and placed his fingers under your chin, eyes looking dangerous as always. "say it again," he licked his bottom lip, following your gaze as it shifted away from his face and starting to unbutton your pajama shirt, feeling your waist under his palm, "i take that as a 'we can' then," he rasped before pushing you down to his bed.

taking off his shirt, he ran his fingers along your bare skin and pressed kisses between your chest. "does my sister know you're here? on my bed? fucking her brother?" he gave your left breast a squeeze, rolling the nipple between his fingers before giving your right one a light suck, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub and leaving it alone with a gentle bite.

cocking his head to the side, his smirk got wider and started to coo at your vulnerable state. "what a whore. sleeping with your friend's brother behind her back," he spread your legs, massaging your thighs slowly while watching you dripping down to his sheet—still wet from the dinner.

smearing lube all over his length, he ripped open a packet and rolled the condom over it before pressing the head against your entrance, making sure you were ready to take him slowly. "fuck, whore like you are nothing but a hole for me to fuck, huh?" he gasped, watching you swallowed him with ease while keeping the noise down, avoiding any suspicion from his sister.

circling his thumb around your clit, you let out a mewl and dug your nails into his back, looking at him with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. "jun, please, i'm close," you begged, feeling all familiar coil inside your stomach that always ready to burst out whenever yeonjun was around you—whether it was an arm length or deep inside you, yeonjun always knew your body well and how to make it cum without any effort.

"then cum for me," he looked down, gripping your waist tightly before increasing his speed and slamming his hips against yours harder, "show me how much of a dirty whore you are for my cock, slut."

#yeonjun smut #txt smut #yijin — dark contents #yijin — hard hour #tw.exhibitionism #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.degradation #tw.slut shaming #tw.marking #cw.age gap

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guanana · 2 years

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requiem of a frostbite teaser ❅ pjs x reader (18+)

genre: inspiration drawn from rise of the guardians’ jack frost— jack frost!jisung x reader, smut, heavy angst, f x m, heavy topics (please take note of warnings before proceeding)

word count: 1.7k+

tentative release date: end of april

summary: Winter spirit Jisung has been by your side for as long as you can remember, consoling you during your times of dire need. His presence was a double-edged sword, however. No matter how much joy he brought into your life, the closer you got to him, the farther you were pushed away by everyone else.

You try to outgrow him, but you’re the only one who believes in him. The only one who can see him. You fail to realize that he needs you just as much as you need him.

[This fanfic will contain certain elements and potentially triggering content that some may be uncomfortable with. Please read at your own discretion with your safety in mind, warnings found below.]

teaser warnings: dark content, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of bullying, portrayals and misdiagnosis of certain mental disorders (i.e schizophrenia), full warnings displayed upon posting finished product.

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Suffocating.

The supposedly warm and welcoming walls serve as a cage rather than a place of healing. A trembling feeling at the bottom of your stomach expands across the entirety of your being. You feel everything, yet you’re numb at the same time. Fingers cold to the touch.

Before you, a woman is walking towards the empty loveseat that’s placed adjacent to yourself. She greets you kindly, soft questions of how you’re doing and if you’ve eaten. You’re not stupid though, you know she’s treating you no differently than a scared animal. Walking on eggshells in the instance you attack, grip on her clipboard tight and ankles crossed.

It’s hard not to sneer under your breath. You’d think that a psychotherapist that works for a juvenile rehabilitation facility would know how to hide their tells. You specifically told them, even sang in confidence that this wouldn’t work out. The woman is nervous, and you’re on edge. A recipe for disaster if there ever was one, but you guess it’s better to entertain their antics. To rub it in their faces when this shit show turns into a dumpster fire.

It’s just the two of you assessing the other. To you, it feels like a game of chess. Her first move is pivotal to how this could play out, but such warm eyes contradict her tight stature. Clearing her breath— she moves her first pawn.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Dr. Baek, but you can just call me Yijin, yeah?” She says. Outstretching a hand for you to shake. With some reluctance, you oblige, it’s smooth along the palm as it encapsulates yours. Giving her a tight lipped line while she musters up a genuine yet awkward smile. Despite your qualms, Dr. Baek is a professional. She’s somewhat confident that she’ll be able to get you to warm up.

It’s all she can do. To remain positive and hope for the best outcome.

Clearing her throat, she takes in the scene in front of her. Analyzing everything about you from the moment your mother called in about your case. Keeping up with the local news every time another article comes out. You weren’t her first client with an experience like this, but something had struck you as different. Even now, you couldn’t look at her directly, lost in your own world with someone else.

You live in a glass house with one sided mirrors— you can’t see anything outside of your walls, but Dr. Baek can most definitely look in.

Dr. Baek was nowhere near spiritual, much less superstitious. Yet she saw something in you that nobody else was getting, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Was that dark considering her line of work? Maybe, but ethics meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. You can’t control what you can’t understand. In order to help you she has to take every detail and mark it like a map, traversing it from beginning to end.

She starts with the first page. A run down of basic information: height, weight, any medications, GPA, the like. Seventeen years old? It’s put into perspective that you are much too young to be going through what you are. Grimacing at the summarized transcript of what your mother had described to her secretary:

[After being on the receiving end of such harsh bullying, she had finally snapped and attempted to drown her schoolmate down a river as retaliation. Evidence of blunt force trauma to the back of the other child’s head.

Allegedly able to overpower and injure at least three policemen despite her youth and build. When being detained by authorities, she had called for help amidst her struggling. Someone named ‘Jisung.’ Her mother believes that it's a response to an event from her early childhood. Claims of having this imaginary friend since she was a toddler. Never posed as a concern until the day of the attempted drowning.]

Fucking hell.

Upon looking back at you, she’s shocked to see that you’re already staring right through her. She clutches the clipboard to her chest, not exactly fond of the way your bitten fingernails scrape against the leather of the lounge chair. She understands that you’re skeptical, and she has to serve as a beacon of hope to lead you to a better chance at life.

When she looks at you even more closely, she understands. You’re cowering in fear, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as they pointed and cursed. Sympathy watching at her heartstrings at how empty you are. You’re just a child. You were scared and alone, thrown into a situation that you had no control over.

The question was— who was he in all of this?

Dr. Baek braces herself for the best, she will get to the bottom of this.

“Let’s get started, yeah?”

“Mhm,” You nod haphazardly, hands folded neatly into each other after realizing you had scratched rips into the couch.

“I’m sure you’re more than aware why you’re here,” Dr. Baek affirms. “So I think it’s best if we avoid the nitty gritty and address the most apparent problem.”

Another nod.

“Jisung.”

Upon radio silence, she tries to press further. “Who is he?”

Though you had anticipated it from miles away, the question still triggers you. That same shot of fear that instantaneously shoots straight up your spine, rendering you frozen in your seat. Flashbacks of the events that had taken place before you had ended up in this hell hole. It comes in like a truck, visions of him in lieu of Dr. Baek who is right in front of you.

There was screaming. There weren’t threats, but promises of harm. Christ, there was fucking blood.

It becomes too much all too quickly, that panging pain that hits the back of your head. Flinching forward in anguish as the dormant memories become turbulent.

And then you see it— the red that blooms amongst the white.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You screech, bringing your hands to your head, gripping at your hair as your breathing becomes erratic. Visions of white hair fading in and out like a broken record. Eyes as lifeless as a corpse as he stares out at the results of his sins. “He didn’t mean to do it, I swear. He just, he–”

When you start to hyperventilate, Dr. Baek rushes over to you. Sliding down to her knees in front of you as a soothing hand comes to run up and down your back, small shushes and instructions on how to regulate your breathing. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here,” She hushedly assures you, and it’s the very first time you’ve received such kindness since the incident. You realize that she might actually just be here with you, rather than against you. “We’ll take all the time you need until you’re comfortable.”

Breathing in and out, the constriction in your chest slowly alleviates. Closing your eyes to bat away the prickling droplets that form at the corners. Whether Dr. Baek was really as much of a miracle worker as the staff had claimed, you choose to take a chance on her. While one of the counselors had told you that recovery wasn’t a linear path, you wouldn’t get anywhere if you didn’t take the first step.

You needed to get better. Not just for yourself, but for him. If it meant carrying the burden for the both of you, you were willing to make the sacrifice.

A few more breaths, you hone in on Dr. Baek’s warm aura. Eyebrows creasing into your forehead after being deprived of such affection for almost months. It was overwhelming, but you welcomed it. Unclutching your hands from your hair you exchange looks with her again. Despite being scared, you reach an unspoken understanding.

“I’m ready, I think,” You breathe out, accepting a water bottle that Dr. Baek handed to you from her mini fridge. Weak fingers struggling so hard but conquering the small feat of cracking the plastic open. With a hearty sip you feel yourself starting to relax. Breathe in… two, three… out.

“Would it help if you started from the beginning?” Dr. Baek inquires.

Thinking about it thoroughly, you conclude that it would be the easiest way to start. “Yes,” You answer.

“Okay then,” She starts. “So, when did it first start?”

Focusing in on the thumb that slides over the top of your hand, you think all the way back. When things were still okay. Eyelashes flutter down and rest at the top of your cheeks. With some concentration, you can bring yourself back to where it all began. “I think,” You mumble, struggling to find the words. “I first met him when I was a kid. I was… four? No, five.”

Dr. Baek hums, pleased with the baby steps you’re making. “Go on, love. It’s okay. We’ll take all the time you need.”

A few more seconds of immersion, and you’re there.

You open your eyes, and it's like you've never left. You see him standing there alone, white hair and blue eyes lost in his melancholy. Perhaps his solitude is what drew you to him, finding common ground in a world that you both found so cruel.

It was always him— it was always Jisung.

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author's note: admittedly, there are many heavy topics in this fic that i am new to writing about. while this will be a hurt/comfort story with many twists, i want to make it clear that this will always be a work of fiction.

there will be parts that will make certain readers uncomfortable, and i will make sure to heavily tag all warnings. however, said topics will not be romanticized nor idolized.

for those that are comfortable with reading and are interested, my tag list is open and it would mean the absolute world if you'd like to join. thank you <3

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minhavn · 1 year

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Yeonjun who slowly manipulates his best friend and fucks her 😩😩

this is sick, i love it <3

"Keep going, sweetheart"

Yeonjun smiled, keeping his hold on thigh and digging his nails into your skin, leaving the reddening crescent like marks all over it.

Without missing a single beat, he pulled you closer and threw your leg over his shoulder, face an inch away as his nose barely touched yours.

"Are you close?" He bit his lower lip, still cannot believe how he was able to rail you on his bed with only a bottle of spiked beer and some cheesy pick up lines along with 'i love you' in-between.

"Don't hold your breath—I'm here to make you scream, okay?"

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #tw.manipulation #tw.corruption #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol

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minhavn · 5 months

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— “ that's for sure looks fun ”

"Yo, I'm back—"

Staring at your half-naked body, Soobin could do nothing but stare at your highlighted curves and body line.

Slight shine from the outside made him wonder if he was hallucinating or you looked ... appetising.

"Close the door, I'm a step away from being naked here." You replied, fixing your loosening tank top and underwear as his eyes got fixed onto your slightly exposed bottom.

Shaking his head, he slapped his cheek hard, wondering how he could imagine you in that way — you, the girl who dumped a venti cup of cold Americano on top of his head just because he saw your naked form once. (In which he actually began to do everyday discreetly)

"Your fault, not mine."

He countered, running straight to his room before laying down on the bed, feeling exhausted after failing his friends for the brunch.

"I'll just take a nap..." He muttered under his breath, feeling light on the bed before feeling a stinging pain on his cheek and finding you on top of him and naked.

"W-what the hell!"

He hissed slightly, watching your hands pushing his pants down before stroking it gently, putting the tip inside you as you looked into his eyes.

"Don't you want this?"

He nodded, helping you to lay down on your back as he was circling your clit with his thumb and trying to fit himself fully inside you, hitting your cervix numerous times as you squeezed around hin tighter.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you are."

You said, remembering the time where you caught him getting a blowjob from two girls at the same time during a party.

"Oh, yeah? Then, I should remind you that this is still considered small for me."

He added as he grew twice in size inside you, filling you up to the brim as you screamed out his name.

"Choi Soobin!"

"H-huh?"

Soobin looked at you bewildered, fully naked as your pussy was giving him a clear view of the inside.

"I said wake up! And don't stare at my ass or you'll miss your class."

You slammed the door after leaving him alone and confused, rethinking about what happened before while missing out the fact that your pussy was still overloaded with his cum and life force.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #soobin smut

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minhavn · 1 year

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hiii!!! this is a request in response to your last post... my prompt is unresolved sexual tension with brother!gyu that suddenly gets so strong that he can't stop himself so he just fucks you >-<

... bruh (affectionately and agree with you)

gyu took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head slightly as your lips were ajar. "you know—you've been putting me in a really tight spot, quite literally if i could say it myself," he murmured, faint ripples of his heavy breath was almost audible if it weren't for your eyes, running down to his shirtless torso

his hands were playing with your hips, giving them gentle squeeze before pulling you to sit in his lap, straddling his waist. pushing your panties aside, he put two fingers inside, making sure you were at least wet enough for him to enter without any lubricant.

your wet gasp and sweet moan made it even harder than before to resist as gyu finally pushed you down under him and leaving you breathless as he entered you.

"princess, don't you love this?"

he chuckled, mocking you by mimicking your moans as he snapped his hips against yours even harder than before, rubbing your clit with his thumb as it turned raw and sensitive, begging for him to stop as you had lost count on how many times you came.

"'stop'? no, not when you're still able to say something and hold onto me."

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.incest

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minhavn · 1 year

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sugar daddy Yeonjun thought💗💗

(lowkey romanticizing the life of house wife but that's the point of fiction!!)

so Yeonjun working hard to maintain a wonderful living w u, working to buy u whatever u want! so in return ur his cute little house wife! preparing meals and such, cleaning the house, doing laundry and while doing all that u wear an adorable maid outfit with lace, cute puffy sleeves, skirt so short that if u bend over he'll be able to see ur little 😺 Yeonjun told u not to wear anything under n ofc u obey him <3 easy access for him >< ur also his free use doll <3 so submissive n obedient for him

Yeonjun coming home frustrated from work cus being a ceo ain't easy so he takes out his anger on his cute house wife <3

i mean, there's nothing bad from enjoying or viewing the idea of being a housewife as something you love or hope to do

"Hey, love" Yeonjun called, pressing a feather like kiss behind your ear, nape and exposed back before wrapping his arms around your torso.

It might be subtle, but you could predict how bad his deal was with a client today from his grasp only, leaving no space for you to escape as you got pressed against the wall.

Hand slipping down to hold your thigh and he was trying his best not to snap at you for his coworkers' mistakes that cost him millions of won. "How was your day?" You asked after giving him some time to feel better, noticing his loosening grip.

"Terrible—I might commit a homicide."

He sighed, dipping two digits inside while you taking a sharp breath, watching his fingers stirring you inside and playing with your spongy spot. "Are you gonna be a slut or not?" He whispered, pulling your hair to the back and landing a harsh hit on your ass.

"What a whore, wearing nothing underneath this just to please herself with my cock."

He continued, prepping you well and making sure you were wet enough for him to slip in, pinning your hips against his. "Sir—!" You squeaked as his tip hit the head of your cervix, filling you up with his cums after a few thrusts.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #tw.creampie #tw.breeding #tw.slut shaming #tw.master/slave dynamic

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minhavn · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 《 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 》 : 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

「 there’s more than meets the eye with HIM 」

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : BDSM, heavy dom/sub dynamic, master/slave dynamic, dubcon/cnc, age gap, wax play, bondage, impact play, degradation, temperature play, marking [ feel free to add more ]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : landing a spot for your internship program, you found yourself entangled with a handsome yet burdensome boss and at the same time, charming master in the club.

The first time you stepped into the exclusive club downtown, you knew there laid a whole new world where only some people could see it. Never mind about being a regular, taking a peek inside the grand building was already more than enough for most.

But, thanks to your little connection and a bit of cash you had, it wasn't hard to be a holder of a silver card—one of the highest ranks one could achieve here and only a rank below the gold and two below the diamond, a rank that was only passed down to a family member of the founder of this club—something that even money and power couldn't attain.

To ensure your anonymity, it was a must to wear a mask and change your clothes inside the changing room beside the entrance before going to the lobby and ballroom to mingle with the other members. "This way, miss," a waitress led you to the hall before serving you a glass of champagne, pulling a chair for you as you scanned the room to find someone to spend tonight with.

Of course, it didn't apply to everyone. Some people in this probably had a contract and submitted only to one master when they felt connected and trusted each other after a while, forging a new bond on the paper under the supervision of the club themselves to prevent any trouble that might tarnish its reputation.

As one of the members who didn't have any contract, yet, you were here to find a master, hoping there was someone who wouldn't force you to submit like the last one—shuddering at the thought of submitting to someone unable to control their emotions and so easy to provoke.

A quiet screech from the chair beside you pulled you back from your daydream, finding a tall young man with half of his face covered by a black, expensive Colombina mask—looking at you through his thick lashes behind it. "Do you mind?" You shook your head, finding yourself intrigued and attracted to the mysterious man with a low voice, flashing you a halfhearted smile as you placed down your now empty glass.

"Even if I say no, you would still sit yourself, sir," you replied, getting chills down your spine as he chuckled lightly at your answer, propping his elbow against the table while resting his right cheek on his fist. "Correct," he replied, taking strands of your hair before watching them slipping away in-between his fingers languidly.

"You know, miss," he tilted his head slightly, looking at your hair—almost mesmerised at their appearance, "your hair reminds me of spider's threads," he snickered lightly, ruining your image of him. Yet, there was no hint of insult, he stated it as if it was a compliment one always receives in their daily life.

"When I was a child, there's this myth, saying how each thread a spider makes represents hope and fragility—and if they're combined and tied together, they can cast out bad lucks," he continued, keeping his eyes on your luscious lock of hair and then placing his hand on your upper arm, giving it a slight squeeze before standing up from the chair, blocking your view. "And maybe, you'll be my lucky charm for tonight," he looked down, hair casting down a shadow that covered the side of his face, giving you a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

"Come to the fourth floor if you're interested. I will make sure that it's worth it for you," he let your arm go before walking upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded and almost losing your composure at the domineering aura he exuded so easily. "That was interesting," you muttered under your breath, looking at the fourth floor while thinking about how important this man was to have an access to the highest floor in this building.

You spent the rest of your night without doing any much, finding none of these people were entertaining or at least, decent enough to spend a night with. "Should I?" You gulped down your spit, threading your fingers through your hair as his voice ringing in your head, wishing your touch was enough to replace his lingering one.

Faint steps of your expensive Louboutin echoed through the soft, burgundy carpet; hiding your thumping heartbeat as you stood up in front of his room. "Here goes nothing," you knocked on the door and slipping into the room once you got permission to enter, taking one last glance behind your back before the door completely shut you off from inside.

The room was unexpectedly simple, there was no extravagant decorations nor expensive furniture made from sandalwood. There was a single king-size canopy bed with dark emerald green curtains and two nightstands beside it with a small table lamp on top on the left nightstand. "Take your clothes and mask off." His back was facing you and his tone was icy cold, making it hard for you to believe it was the same man who called you his lucky charm without knowing your name.

"It's not permitted to take one's mask off."

"Not when a diamond told you to do that, lowlife."

His voice dripped with venom, no honeyed words nor sweet smile accompanied it. Just pure menace and will to put you in your place as a lower class.

"How should I address you?"

"Master or sir will do, little one."

You went quiet for a while, thinking about leaving the room and telling the receptionist that you didn't feel safe around this man—meaning he wouldn't be able to meet you again even if he held the highest rank in this building. But, a little part of you were curious about how much you could do to push his button and how long he could last before you found someone else to be with next week.

After stripping your outfit down, you were hesitant to take your mask off; feeling suspicious of his motive and also curious about how mighty a diamond was as the direct descendant of the founder. "Done," you placed your mask on the nightstand, walking in his direction while wrapping your arms around your sides, avoiding his eyes when they scanned your body from top to toe.

"On your stomach," he gestured to the bed as you laid down on your back, burying your face into the group of plushy pillow, waiting for his next order or move. Without any warning, he put on a blindfold on you and shushed you from making any voice without his permission, massaging your sides and digging his fingers into fat of your thighs.

Pressing his lips behind your ear and below your jaw, his nails gripped your figure tighter and let his hot breath fanned your nape, watching it turning red like the tip of your ears with a lazy grin, noticing how affected you were by these simple touches he made.

"Should I continue with you here or leave you asking for more next time we see each other?"

His voice was low, but it was enough to make you scoff in frustration as he pressed your body into the bed, dipping both of his knees beside your body while trying to memorise your face and any distinctive features of your body, running his fingers over your ribcages before grinning from ear to ear once you let out a whine, already know the answer to his question.

"I'll be in your care from now on." you bowed your head, taking a deep breath as your first internship program began to start.

As a daughter from a rich family, it was easy to land a spot in a big company—especially when it was owned by your parent's friend. The time your third year started, your parents had offered some companies that might help you with your grade and connection, asking some of their friends for some recommendations before giving the list to you.

Lucky for you, Choi Enterprise gave one of the highest position an intern could have and they also had stated in the contract that they'd give you a big amount of monthly payment with some bonus if you were willing to work as their eldest's personal secretary; something that even you wouldn't be able to ignore.

So, when you decided to take the offer and introduced yourself as the heir's personal secretary, you didn't know what kind of life that would you be led to once you saw him for the first time.

Due to his position, he had to leave Seoul at young age before coming back from the States to continue his family's business, finding most of it to be a nuisance and something he started to hate—giving him more reason to despise it when he's told that his parent's friend's daughter would work under him as his personal secretary for her internship for three months.

"Three months, huh?" He flicked the documents away before slamming them down his desk, looking at your unflinching figure with hatred and anger because he couldn't scare you, "it's quite long."

For you, three months were too short for an internship program. But, for him, it was too long because he would be stripped off from his freedom and work from nine to five or maybe more for the whole week without any break or some entertainment on weekends for the whole season.

"I'll take my leave now, sir."

You muttered under your breath, hating yourself for calling someone else with that nickname when it was reserved for him only. Lower lip jutting out before stepping out from your boss's office and entering yours, letting out a deep sigh after closing the door behind.

Taking your heels off, you massaged your feet and rolling the stockings down before putting them away, checking for any bruises or cuts after walking and standing on them for hours. Trying to apply some ointment over your cuts on the heels, you couldn't help but let out a huff and tossed it away on your table, finding it hard to treat your injuries inside your current outfit.

Sitting on your leather couch, you couldn't help but cursed under your breath before finally able to treat your injury, slumping against the seat while looking at the calendar in front of you, realising how bad this internship could get even when there was nothing wrong with the job.

The first day wasn't bad, but it was pretty boring for you. Some co-workers asked if the manager was hot or not, only to leave you alone when you wouldn't give his number (which you didn't have) to them, saying you were keeping him all to yourself.

Most of time you would spend hours in front of the computer, managing his schedules and also answering calls from other branches before bringing him his favourite coffee, finding it dumped into the trash bin because he wanted to drink tea one day. "I will buy you tea later," you replied, turning on your heels before he stopped you, motioning you to walk in his direction before giving you a stack of documents, asking you to throw them into the shredder.

Without asking much, you decided to do what he said before stepping out from his room, not knowing what kind of information they held as you put them inside the machine, leaving the rest of it to continue your work.

"What the actual fuck!"

If the walls can hear, you swore that they'd wish that they weren't able to because your boss was currently more than pissed at your negligence when a board meeting would be held soon and his reports were reduced to ashes, no lead and no collection of memory of it getting lost.

For the first time ever, you were actually scared of him. He was always mad at you, but this time, it was justified and you didn't know what to do to fix it. "I will print it again!" Walking to your computer, you were sure that someone had cursed today because it went dead and needed to be fixed for, at least, five days while the meeting would start in less than a week.

You weren't lying when you said you had to stay inside your office for three days straight while working on his reports to take a responsibility over this matter, letting out a loud groan before printing them and placing them on top of his glass desk with a smile, feeling actually proud for yourself to do this without your parent's help.

As a reward for finishing these documents, you decided to finally pay the club a visit after going MIA for the whole month, hoping the mysterious diamond would be there to see you again at the hall or maybe inside his room, if you were lucky enough.

"I have to go now."

Running his eyes over your smooth legs, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel guilty for treating you in a harsh way when you were only a college student in their internship program yet landed on someone like him as your boss.

But, he knew it was the only way he could do to make sure you spend more time with him outside the club, enjoying every second as he turned you into his little obedient secretary, one who couldn't even question his decision or bother to check if the documents were truly gone. "What a dumb girl," he chuckled under his breath, looking at your perfect reports and comparing them to his messy and half-assed one, hiding them deep inside his drawer to avoid any suspicion.

Putting on his coat, he informed the receptionist about his personal business before leaving his office and going down to the parking lot, staring at your empty spot few cars away from his—realising that you had probably gone to the club before him. "What if she didn't go to the club, though?" He put his hand on the wheel, shaking the thoughts off his head and driving straight to the club, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of you, looking like a pretty dove as usual.

Entering the club, he made sure to fix his mask and straighten down his shirt, looking at the dance floor for any sign of you from the upstairs. "I thought she'd be here," he propped his cheek against his fist, eyes wouldn't leave anyone in white attires, wishing one of them were you before letting out a sigh of disappointment.

Twenty minutes before the clock strike twelve, he found the familiar sight of your mask, one that looked like a matching pair of his. The dress you wore hugged your upper arms and waist tightly, leaving some space as they fell gracefully from your figure, clinging onto you as you entered the hall without any effort to be noticed.

"Been a while, yes?"

Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, guiding his hand to the small of your back before leading you into his room, fulfilling his promise to you.

There was no significant difference inside, except for the dark emerald waistcoat on the armchair, resting on top of a document. You weren't able to see it under the dim light inside the room, but Yeonjun knew his way and pinned you down against the sheet, pushing the dress up to your waist, running his thumbs along your inner thighs.

Spreading your thighs while keeping you in place, Yeonjun dug his nails into your skin before peeling your panties off slowly, staring at the semi-translucent strings before throwing it to the corner of the room. "Did you touch yourself on the way to here?" With a small nod, you confirmed his suspicion and earned a harsh slap on your folds, clit pulsing slowly before his thumb rubbing it almost incessantly, leaving no time for you to take a break nor processing whatever was happening right now.

"Face down, ass up."

Yeonjun was able to reduce you to nothing and if it didn't turn you on so bad, maybe watching him having a full control over you might work. His fingers pressed down a certain spot inside you, making you arched your back as he grinned at the sight, enjoying every curves and crevices of your figure.

Rubbing your ass gently, he took a candle on the nightstand before burning the tip, letting the hot wax dripping down to your back to test the water. He knew it'd be cruel of him to hurt you, but if he had a chance to do everything to your body for his pleasures, he'd always snatch it right away.

"M-master!"

You sobbed, shaking slightly underneath him as the burning pain kept you in your place. It started slow and easy, making you hissing slightly once it touched your back before it getting higher and closer to you sensitive parts. Hips, thighs and ass — you knew he purposely avoid the spot where you need him the most to intensity the pain.

Yeonjun stopped when the candle had lost most of its shape, running his thumb over the sore spots on your body after peeling the wax off and placing soothing cream over them. Examining each of them thoroughly, he made sure none of them would leave any marks or long-term injuries, giving you a sight to lay down a bit for a small break.

"Colour?"

"Yellow."

He gave you a nod, taking a glass of water before cradling your head in his arms as you drank it down. Placing the glass back to the nightstand, you couldn't help but snuggle up into his chest, feeling the warmth he exuded as he held you tight — almost forgot about how he treated your body few minutes ago.

Giving him a hint that you were ready to continue, you peeled yourself off his chest while staring at his belt, shaking the thought off your mind—which didn't go unnoticed by Yeonjun as he took it off and securing your wrists with it.

"Now, be a good whore for me and take whatever I give to you." He hissed into your ear, snapping his hips against yours with low groans leaving past his lips and the room began to be filled with filthy squelching noise and weak whimpers from you, trying to move your hands to find something to grab on as Yeonjun increased his pace.

"Stop it."

He landed a harsh slap on your thigh and buried his nose into your neck, pressing kisses and bite marks all over it—making sure everyone knew you were his only the time you left this room after he was done with you. Feeling your walls squeezed him tighter, he began to slow his thrusts down and pulled out, cumming all over your back—watching his seeds dripping down your thighs to the sheet, groaning at the sight while pumping himself again, not feeling like leaving you alone.

Not when you looked so sweet and vulnerable, on your knees and elbows while waiting for him to fill you up with his cums again.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @cherriruto @soobtnik @gyulz @y4wnjunz @nyfwyeonjun @rencarnationofangel @ddalggibyun @cha0thicpisces @/jungwons-crayola @sansluvr @yawnzzn420 @alienqbrain @lvefoolishh @marksluvr0 @minnieisntthicc

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #yijin — darktober #txt smut #yeonjun smut #tw.bdsm #tw.dom/sub dynamic #tw.master/slave dynamic #tw.dubcon/cnc #tw.age gap #tw.wax play #tw.bondage #tw.impact play #tw.degradation #tw.temperature play #tw.marking

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 《 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 》

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩 —

❝ miss ma'am, only one of us knows the other

so good

while the other is clueless about it ❞

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬) — slice of life, thriller, psychological horror, romance, smut, dc

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) — stalker!gyu, paranoia, implied schizophrenia, anxiety, incest

• — prologue

• — chap i

• — chap ii

• — chap iii

• — [ lost contact — currently out of service]

#s.u.l.m #yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt fic #beomgyu fic #txt smut #beomgyu smut

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minhavn · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍, 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 。。。

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : YEONJUN, SOOBIN, BEOMGYU, TAEHYUN, HUENINGKAI

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒 : SMUT, TABOO & DARK CONTENTS

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : being a streamer gives you a lot of happiness—until you noticed a camera that’s not owned by you inside your room

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @gyulz @sansluvr @dickdeprived @vernon-s-whore @enhas-injangiee [ send ask to be tagged ]

— prologue

— act i

— act ii

— act iii

— TBA

#w.i.g.w #yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #hueningkai smut

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minhavn · 2 years

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What about a four year age difference smut between beomgyu x f reader where the f reader is younger

warning : age gap (gyu is in his late 20 & reader is mid 20), dubcon, car sex, drunk sex, size kink, implied dom/sub dynamic, implied squirting, pet names (little one, little girl) & nawt proofread

The first time you met Beomgyu was when you were having an internship in a high profile company under his supervision as one of team leaders in the division you were signed up for.

There wasn't much interaction between the two of you because Beomgyu always found his way to stay professional, both as your supervisor and team leader—making sure you wouldn't make a mistake or attracting any drama due to your lack of experience in real life.

Unfortunately, your internship only lasted for three months only—long enough to make some acquaintances but a bit too short to make you realised about the feeling that you harboured to the handsome, young team leader.

Fast forward to the next few years, you found yourself enamoured to the same man who held the new manager position now. Still finding him attractive despite being in his late twenties, looking even more mature than the last time you saw him.

As an assistant manager from another department, you couldn't help but feel disappointed whenever you missed your chance to see him—especially when the two of you could only meet because of business, having no time to know each other more on a personal level.

But, it seemed like the Heavens heard your prayers because three departments, including yours and his, were going to have a drink night at the bar few buildings away from the company, celebrating a successful deal or something like that.

Which led you to this position, getting sandwiched between your tipsy manager and a couple of drunk colleagues—not looking safe no matter how many times you looked at them.

Feeling a small tap on your shoulder, you whipped your head and swore that your spirit almost left your body because Beomgyu was holding out a glass of soju beer for you, smile looking sincere as always. "Here, no need to be so uptight over this," he coaxed as you took the glass from his grasp, cursing at yourself for being a lightweight and getting tipsy after few sips, head resting against the older man's shoulder comfortably.

Squishing your face between his warm hand, you weren't sure if your face was red from the embarassment or the alcohol—but, at least, it was enough to give you some courage to lean into his touch, flashing him the sweet smile you always showed him ever since you were an intern.

Beomgyu, who realised the alcohol in your system was already getting too much, told the rest of the employee that he would take you out to get some air—helping you to walk so that you wouldn't stumble on the ground.

Sitting you down on the nearest bench he could find, he took off his coat before draped it over your small figure, feeling his heart skipped a beat at your current look—hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed and eyes look glassy; reminding him of a porcelain doll people usually displayed.

Raising your head slightly to see his face, you pulled the coat closer to your frame and took a small whiff of the familiar cologne he always wore—washing you with a sudden feeling of comfort and security.

"I'll drive you home—"

"Am I not good enough?" You pouted, peeking through your lashes before tugging his sleeve gently; making him widened his eyes in surprise before brushing it off and helping you to get into his car.

Carefully, he buckled your belt and made sure he didn't make you uncomfortable before getting to the driver seat; praying to God that his sanity wouldn't leave him alone when you were so close to him, looking all pretty and vulnerable.

"Manager," your voice called for him, sounding more attractive than usual and hell, you always looked so attractive to him but tonight was where his limit got tested.

With your hand on his thigh, Beomgyu's sanity had snapped before he shot you a look; telling you to take off the coat and sit down on the backseat, waiting for him before he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt—pushing you down under him.

"I swear to God you always know how to get me acting up, little one," he let out a shaky breath, hand sliding under your miniskirt before pushing them up to your waist and yanking your panties and stockings down, ignoring the ripped sound they made before tossing them away. "Acting coy and sweet when you're seducing me ever since you came to here as an intern," he pulled you to sit down on his thigh, clit making a contact with the soft material of his trousers and the filthy squelching sound it made whenever your bare cunny made a contact with his thigh didn't help either—in fact, they made Beomgyu got more aroused as you threw your head to the back, letting out a long, incoherent whine before staining his expensive pants with your cum.

Beomgyu loved you, that's a fact that wouldn't change, ever. But, you were way too young for him and could always find someone who's more desirable and younger than him. "Manager, more, please," you rutted your hips against his knee, trying to chase another high with tears streaming down your cheeks; making Beomgyu cooed to you sweetly, wiping away those stray tears before unzipping his pants and pushing his length inside you—clenching around them involuntarily whenever your gummy walls made a contact with his thick, veiny girth.

Resting both of your hands on his shoulders, Beomgyu realised how small you were; hands covering your entire ass as you were barely on eye level with him, despite being on top of him. "Little girl is having trouble down there, hmm?" He gave you a shallow thrust, trying to taste the water and getting lost inside your eyes—car filled up with loud squelching sound, your wanton moans and pleads to let you cum as his thick cock bullying your cervix mercilessly; thick rope of hot cum filling up your womb as a white ring covered his whole length, feeling satisfied that he was able to make you cum with ease, whispering a small 'one more time, little one, okay?' from time to time just so that he could knock you out and watch both of your cums dripping down to the backseat, legs spread out wide for him to stare at before fucking you for one last time with his fingers, covering them with your juice.

"Once again, for me, please, little girl."

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.dubcon #tw.size kink #tw.age gap

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minhavn · 2 years

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your thoughts on bully beomgyu who is obsessed with the reader

ehem

who cares about childhood friends to lovers when you can have childhood bully to lovers, add a bit of spice then and voilà, you got eenie meanie asshole bully gyu 😤

this guy has his eyes set on you ever since kindergarten, purposely broke your small clay pot because he loves it when you cry. but when he knows it's him who makes you cry—yeah, he gone do it again and never let you go, ever.

high school was hell for you cos gyu never let you go that easily for more than a decade, makes you trip over his foot and flips your skirt up to see which panties you are wearing today, taking a picture of it to masturbate tonight before doing the same thing the next day—covering his phone screen with his cum at the picture of your white lacy panties, looking a bit too small for you because he could see the exact shape of your cunny, imagining how tight will you be once he fuck you behind the school, threatening to share the video to the whole school of you report this to the school counselor before turning you to his little slut, following him like a good puppy when he told you to give him your panties, shoving it into his pocket as you walk behind him a few steps away, thick droplets of his and your cums dripping down to your knees as the other students share a laugh at it and even take a picture of you as a smug smile was plastered all over gyu's handsome features.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.filming #tw.dacryphilia #tw.blackmail

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𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 《 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 》

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : smut, hard dom!kai, spitting, overstimulation, mention of squirting, implied smoking

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩 : hooking up with your handsome best friend surely is fun—but with his whole crew?

Pressing his large hand against the small of your back, Kai made sure that none of his friends could see you entering his room as his eyes lingered on Soobin's and Yeonjun's door a bit before pushing you into his room and closing the door behind.

Looking at the interior of his room, it seemed like Kai didn't bother to change anything inside here including his stack of plushies that sat down on his bed, looking at two of you with their bright beady eyes. "Oh, mamegoma!" You sweeped the small seal plushie into your arms, pressing your nose against its soft nose while laying down on Kai's bed, cuddling with the plushie you both got when visiting Japan for winter break.

Leaning his back against the door, Kai couldn't help but feel warm inside when he saw you laying on his bed in your sundress, cuddling with the plusie he first got for you—stating it as a pure, unadulterated image of you and wouldn't let anyone see this side of you except for him—your only best friend, your childhood sweetheart and the only one who will love you unconditionally; that's how he saw himself to you this whole time.

"I didn't bring you here to cuddle with it, though."

You were confused for a second because Kai put all of his plushies including the one you were holding into his closet, ignoring your protest as you whined into his back, wrapping your arms around his hips. "If you're that curious," he sighed, giving into you once again before taking your hand from his side and placing it over his length, moving your hand to palm his hard-on over his pants as a couple of small groans escaped from his lips.

Turning his back to see your face, Kai knew that it was impossible for you to hide your real feelings in front of him, looking shy even when he had fucked you into oblivion for months and made you squirt for few times in one night. Letting your hands go, you picked up the hint almost instantly and pushed your hand into his pants, trying to wrap your lithe fingers around his head before running your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum all over his length before he pushed you down to the bed.

Slipping your dress off your body, Kai smashed his lips against your and grabbed a handful of your hair, grinning into the kiss as you whined against his lips at the harsh treatment and dug your nails into his back. Pulling away from the kiss, Kai wouldn't lie that you looked so perfect on his bed and it made him wanted to ruin you even more.

Your messy tousled hair, slightly swollen lips, glistening eyes and bare body with nothing but his sheet to cover you were more than enough to make him forget about his jealousy of the middle born, smirking at himself because he knew that he was the only one who could enjoy this side of you whenever he wanted.

Not Choi Soobin, but Huening Kamal Kai.

"Why did you let that motherfucker kiss you?" He growled against your jaw, peppering kisses down to your neck and chest, leaving bite marks alone your collarbone while ignoring your pleads for him to stop, already lost when he took you inside his room.

Even though Kai was always possessive of you and always wanted both of you to be an item, you knew it would be impossible when the man on top of you was a notorious player and one who loves to leave once he got what he wanted. You knew it, from the way he started to play around with his first target, asking you to bring her to him before ditching her and taking his anger on you because she didn't feel right like when he was with you—only to find his next target and do the same thing to the poor girl, everything in the span of five days.

"Why not? He wanted it and I wanted it, too."

Kai didn't bother to reply you, knowing how you were good with words—just like how good you treated his heart, tearing it apart every time you helped him to find girls to sleep with, to forget his love for you before leaving them and fucking you against his sheet because it was the only thing that felt right to him.

Keeping someone who broke your heart wasn't worth it, but if it was you, Kai would do everything to keep you close until the day you left him for someone better. But, in his eyes, no one could top him when it's about loving you—especially not his friends who promised to help him to get close with you.

He was naïve and the moment he saw you on Soobin's lap, kissing his lips as if your best friend couldn't see you from the kitchen that was few meters away—he knew these guys wouldn't live up their promises and that meant he have to step up his game, making sure they knew you were only his and that would never change.

It was him who kissed you first during your sweet seventeen, taking you into your childhood room as both of your parents were busy talking to eachother about their current investments and stealing you away from his sisters when they both went to the kitchen for some snacks. Without any sign of guilt, he pressed your body against the door and held you by waist, rubbing small circles on your sides with a lazy grin.

"You shouldn't let a guy entered your room, sweetie."

"If it's you, I don't mind it."

You were always good with words, making him falling into your sweet trap before realising they were empty promises and false hopes once they reached his heart, disappearing with every girls he played on.

Cupping your cheek with his hand, Kai couldn't help but stare as half of your face almost get covered by him, smiling at the way you nuzzled against his palm and pressing kisses along it.

Everyone said all first kiss tasted like a sweet lie, but Kai thought it tasted like how he wanted it—you.

It reminded him the salty taste when he went to the beach where he met you first, the bitter taste of cigs when he taught you how to smoke and the sweet taste of your lips after stealing a bite of your birthday cake, smearing the sweet cream over his lips.

Your first kiss just tasted like how he liked you.

"Tell me," he breathed over your neck, hand cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointing finger, watching your expression changing every time he touched different part of you, "is he better than me?"

You shook your head, arching your back against the cool sheet while Kai pinning your hips down, pressing his knee between your legs and running them along your slit. "I asked you a question," he warned, putting more pressure on you before rubbing a circle on your clit, making your legs twitching and brain turning into a mush.

"No."

"Then, why did you kiss him?"

You knew Kai was always mean and rough, but this had crossed the line. Both of your legs had given up as he pushed them against your chest, leaning down to spit into your mouth and telling you not to swallow them before doing the same to your folds, watching your slicks dripping down with his spit.

"What a fucking whore, kissing my friend and then spreading her legs for me, on my bed."

He chuckled lightly, telling you to swallow it down and grinning when you did it. Pressing his tip against your entrance, he only pushed halfway inside you because he knew you still having a problem to take him as whole.

Giving a few light pumps, he knew it wouldn't be long before you break and begged for some more, not satisfied with the way you were treated. He pushed your legs more, tossing them over his shoulders and chuckling when you tapped his shoulder, saying 'too deep, too deep' and asking him to slow down after cumming four times all over his length—only to find him doing the other way and pulling out after making you squirted twice.

"Unless Soobin could fuck you better, I suggest you not to do it again in front of me."

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @ghostfacefricker6969

#posh coquette #yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai smut #tw.overstimulation #tw.spitting

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