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tsukisrants · 3 months

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dilemma

being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected - especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63

word count: 4.063

warning: drug dealer yoongi, oral (m receiving), kissing, smut, praising, weed smoking, unprotected sex, dirty talking, cumshot,

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“Suga…” you murmur to the phone pressed to your ear. The sound of the shower is loud in the background as you wait for the water to turn hot.

“Y/N.” the voice on the other side murmurs, voice deep and a little raspy. “You know you don’t have to call me that. I’ve known you for years now.”

You touch the water and hum. “I know. I like saying it, though.” you respond to the man on the other side. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you from anything. It is Valentine’s Day afterall.”

You hear a chuckle on the other side. “Nothing at all. I was just dozing off when you called.”

You lick your lips. You texted first, asking if he had your usual - nothing but an eighth of weed to hold you off. When he didn’t respond, you called.

You knew Yoongi way back from your High School years that then rolled into college and even now, as you worked at your big girl job. His product was good, affordable and he always threw deals for clientele such as yourself - loyal, as he calls them. There’s been times in which Yoongi would add extra to the bag he sold you just because.

“That’s sad. Figured a guy like you had someone to spend the day with him." The shower water is now hot. “I guess we’re both lonely on this holiday.”

You hear a grunt come from Yoongi. “I guess we are.” There’s silence for a moment from the both of you. “What do you suggest we do about that then?”

You lick your lips, your heart pumping at his sudden choice of words.

Another reason why you liked Yoongi - he always flirted back, no matter how subtle. You ponder if he was like this with all his clientele - but you understood that with you, he was. It never went past light flirting and lingering eyes, but it’s fun to engage with, nonetheless.

“How about I drop off your usual and then we can smoke together?” Yoongi questions, a coolness in his voice. “I have a new strain you can try.”

“A new strain?” you open the shower door and get inside. The water hits your back and you lowly moan at the nice sensation of it. “That would be nice, Yoongi. How long do you think you’d be?”

“Not long. Are you in a rush?”

“No. I’m just showering.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment and you lick your lips in anticipation.

“Getting pretty for our smoke session, I see. How nice.” there’s shuffling in the background as you laugh at his response. “I’ll be there in around 20.”

“See you.”

You scrubbed your skin furiously as if it was covered in the most dirt and grime ever. Your showers lasted longer than 10 minutes - especially when it was an everything shower. How you managed to do everything in 10 minutes was beyond you, but you managed. You still had to get out and make yourself look good without appearing as if you were trying too hard.

You tilt your head in the mirror, mind wandering.

What if Yoongi was just a natural flirt? You were probably thinking far too into the flirtings - here you stood in front of a mirror pondering on what lingerie to wear for a man that sold you weed. Could you get any more pathetic than that?

Then again, what exactly did you have to lose?

You sigh. Your dignity was one - and so was good weed for the low if Yoongi decided to deny you.

“Fuck it.” you shrug away your nerves, deciding that even if Yoongi denied you, that wouldn’t stop you from at least attempting.

You knew Yoongi likes black - it’s all you ever truly see him in. You decided on a lacy black one you only ever wore once - for pictures - and covered it with a long t-shirt that stops at your thighs.

Your phone sounds and you exhale a breath. You place the phone upon your ear and murmur a soft hello. “YN…” you feel the goosebumps of hearing your name come from Yoongi’s lips. “...I’m outside.”

“Coming.” you sing-song.

It’s evening in February and that meant it was a bit chilly out, but you’d choose to ignore the piercing feeling of the cold breeze against your legs.

Yoongi’s car matched him, you thought. It was a black sedan with the darkest tint of windows you’ve ever seen. It stands out in the driveway of your way - your own car wasn’t as new as his nor was the surrounding ones belonging to your neighbors.

The car is still on, but Yoongi assures that the lights aren’t. You got into his car swiftly, admiring how clean it was and how him it felt.

“You look nice.” Yoongi comments, flickering on the light.

“In a big ass t-shirt?” you snort, but even your heart is pounding from the compliment. If he thought you looked nice now, you wondered just how he’d like your lingerie.

Yoongi chuckles. “Yeah.” he nods. “You smell nice, too.”

You bite your lip, glancing at Yoongi's way.

“This is a nice car.” you had to change the subject. Yoongi was such a smooth talker and everything he said had a tone of seriousness to it. It was hard not to be tongue tied around him. “You can’t get all your money just selling weed.”

Yoongi knits his brows. “Sounds like you’re fishing for information.” he murmurs.

“Just an observation.”

Yoongi grasps a small rectangular box. He opens it, revealing pre-rolled blunts wrapped in paper. “You’re correct. It isn’t all I sell.” he says. “But, Y/N…ignorance is bliss.” Yoongi lights one of the blunts and hands it to you. “Ladies first.”

You gently grab the blunt, trying to ignore the way Yoongi’s eyes watch you. You feel nervous underneath his intense stare, contemplating how you would make your move upon him.

Yoongi licks his lips, eyes trailing down to your exposed legs. They appeared soft and smooth and he wanted to test the theory, but he held himself back.

Yoongi blinks when your hand comes into his line of vision. Yoongi shakes his head. “You can keep that one. I’ll light another.” he says, opening the box once more and grabbing yet another blunt.

You giggle. “That seems excessive.” But you take Yoongi’s word for it and continue to smoke as Yoongi lights his own. “Isn’t there a rule for using your own supply?”

Yoongi chuckles, taking a drag of his blunt. “My supply would be fine, trust me.”

“I feel bad though.” you murmur, glancing out the window. It’s hard to see with the tint and you just thought that was perfect. “I made you come all the way here for nothing.”

Yoongi is intrigued. He watches as you slowly turn towards him, body facing his way now in the large seat. He wants to tear his eyes away from the way the oversized shirt rises up your thigh, but it takes him a whole ten seconds to do so - and yes, he did count.

“How so?” Yoongi swallows, finally lifting his eyes to reach yours. He continues to smoke as he awaits your response.

“I don’t have any money.” your blunt was smaller than his now as you take a few puffs before continuing. “I should have told you once I realized. You know, bills, rent and all.”

Your throat feels dry. Yoongi slowly nods his head before releasing a laugh.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to pay me.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve been a loyal customer for years.”

Your eyes watch Yoongi inhale the smoke and exhale it through his nose. Your legs clench, finishing the blunt that has grown small.

“That would be taking advantage of you. I don’t want to do that.” you shake your head.

“I consider you a friend of mine, Y/N.” You feel the jolt in your heart that tells you that your plan was going to fail. “You’re the only one that I would give such luxuries to.”

The jolt is back, but this time your plan was back in action. “Oh?” you ask, opening the window and flickering the small bud out of it. “I consider you a friend of mine, as well. But still…”

Yoongi blinks, tilting his head.

“...I don’t just want to leave without offering you something.”

Yoongi’s unsure if he’s completely understanding what you’re speaking but he doesn’t have a moment to digest, either. You’re fast and swift, swinging your leg around and sitting completely onto his lap. Yoongi gasps when he feels you directly on him, the oversize shirt riding up your thighs once more.

There’s an open water bottle in the cup holder and Yoongi is quick to drop the rest of his blunt inside of it, not caring if he has wasted the rest entirely because you were in his lap. Yoongi is hesitant to touch you - he wants to feel the softness of your thighs. But he allows himself to slowly, telling himself that if you didn’t want him to, you wouldn’t be in his lap now.

“You don’t have to offer me anything.” Yoongi murmurs, leaning back into his seat and looking up at you.

Yoongi’s hands are big and they feel nice on you. You’d recall often staring at them whenever you and he were together - usually when he was bagging your weed.

“I want to.” your hands send electric shocks through him when he feels them onto his neck. “You’ve been good to me after all these years. Always giving me deals, supplying more than what I ask for.”

Yoongi grunts when he feels you begin to grind against him and he is but a man, and within seconds he’s painfully (and embarrassingly) hard.

“You even used to listen to my drunk ramblings when I’d call for weed.”

Yoongi snorts. “They were entertaining.” he admits, recalling the time you’d call him in all hours of the night back during your college days, ask for your usual, then completely change the topic of conversation. He never told you to shut up like you would have in his position.

Your hands slide down from his neck to his chest. You then grip the hem of your shirt and begin to lift. Yoongi watches in a trance, eyes slightly widening. In his eyes, you move in slow motion, taking off the oversize shirt.

Yoongi feels a lump in his throat and he tries his hardest to swallow it. His eyes are fixed on you - the black lingerie you wore that hugs you perfectly. It leaves little to the imagination, a lacy material covering your skin. He can see the outlines of your nipples - aroused and hardened for him.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yoongi manages to swallow, eyes glancing up to look at you. You’re smirking down at him, satisfied that he was tongue tied.

“You knew you were going to come out here and do this to me.” Yoongi presse you firmly against him, hands roaming up your sides. “That’s why you smell so good and your skin is so soft.”

Yoongi doesn’t intend to hold anything back now - not as you sit in his lap and allow him to touch you freely. He leans into your neck and inhales the sweet scent of your natural aroma mixed with perfume, a scent he’s sure he smelled before. He doesn’t want to think too much into it (or admit that he has smelled you when he’s given you your usual because he wasn’t a creep).

“Guilty.” you mumble, lowering yourself so you’re a few inches from his face.

Yoongi places his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss. It catches you by surprise for a moment, but then you melt into him. His hands roam your body, palms feeling what skin you have exposed.

Your teeth sink into Yoongi’s bottom lip, lightly tugging it. Your palms slide into the back of his neck just as Yoongi’s begin to cup your ass.

“You want to do this here?” questions Yoongi, a dark look in his eyes. He isn’t opposed to it, however, the way he wants to have you would be quite difficult in his car.

“We can go inside.” you murmur, lips kissing down his jawline.

Licking his lips, Yoongi nods. “You know you don’t have to do this if you think you need to pay me.” he has to be sure that it’s something you truly want to do - ignoring that you did come out here in lingerie and willingly sat in his lap after he stated you didn’t have to pay him.

“Maybe I just want to fuck you.” was your response and now, Yoongi is sure that tonight you’d get exactly what you were asking for.

The next is a blur. You managed to put your shirt back on while Yoongi gathered his own belongings and getting out the car. He keeps his hands on you as he follows you back inside your home and once the door is closed, you’re on him once more.

There had to be an attraction prior to this - between the both of you. You’d notice oftentimes that Yoongi’s eyes would wander when he thought you weren’t looking, and he also noticed how you’d become so giddy or flushed when he was around. This was bound to happen sooner or later - but never Yoongi leading it.

So you had to.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask Yoongi, possibly far too late. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Yoongi nods his head, glad that he left condoms in his wallet with him.

“I’m clean.” Yoongi mentions, a dust of crimson on his cheeks.

You smile. “So am I.”

You then fall to your knees, lifting the oversize shirt over your head. You then place them on the belt of his jeans, eyes glancing up at him.

Goosebumps run through Yoongi’s skin at what you’re trying to do and he’s quick to help you. He loosens his belt and you do the rest.

Yoongi’s already hard from seeing you on your knees and the thought of what's about to come next. He watches with his mouth agape as you take his cock out of his underwear, licking your lips.

It’s a rush going through you right now and for an odd reason, you feel yourself clenching around nothing just at the sight of Yoongi above you - and the thought of pleasuring him.

“Shit…” Yoongi murmurs to himself, swallowing once his mouth becomes dry. You’re pumping his cock gently, eyes admiring at how pretty it looked. He was cleanly trimmed, cock erect and twitching in your hands.

You place a kiss on the tip of Yoongi’s cock before your tongue dips out and licks a single stripe upon it as if it was a lollipop. You can hear Yoongi’s breath hitching, and it’s what motivates you to continue.

Your tongue twirls around the tip, sucking it completely into your mouth. Your eyes glance up at the man, satisfied when his eyelids are closed and he’s beginning to pant.

Yoongi tries his hardest to remain upright, but then he feels your mouth more. So wet and warm and inviting - you take him into your mouth fully, continuing to suck as if your life depended on it. Yoongi leans against your front door, the back of his head pressed against it.

Deeper and deeper, you take Yoongi in your mouth. You rarely found your own pleasure when it came to pleasuring men - but this is different.Yoongi is hot, you’d admit, and even hotter when he’s moaning and panting because of you. You find yourself cleaning your own legs for any friction.

Managing to open his eyes, Yoongi looks down at you. Your cheeks are sucked in due to all the sucking you’re doing and wet slurping could be heard. Yoongi groans again because, damn - “You’re so pretty.” he grumbles, embarrassed because he didn’t mean to say it aloud and sound so damn whipped.

Your heart jolts at Yoongi’s compliment and it only causes you to suck harder, your jaw beginning to hurt but you refuse to stop because Yoongi (your weed dealer at that) called you pretty.

Yoongi pushes himself out of you - he’s unsure how he managed. His hand grasps your chin as he pants out a pathetic, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

There’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to Yoongi’s cock and it breaks when you slide your tongue over your lips.

“Okay.” you nod at Yoongi. “Maybe next time.”

Yoongi swallows and for a moment closes his eyes. You were a vixen - someone sent by the universe to fuck up his life. And most important, he was willing for you to do so.

“Y-yeah.” Yoongi mentally screams at himself for stuttering. “Next time.” He was known for his cool demeanor, a complete nonchalant person. You were breaking down walls he was certain wouldn’t bulge.

You grin, small and cute, and nod back at him. “Next time you can return the favor, too.” you suggest. “Now I just want to ride you.”

Yoongi shudders. He’s certain now. The universe sent you indeed. It sent you to humble him, telling him that there was someone out there who could break down the walls he placed.

Your bedroom is far while the living room is a few feet away. You lift to your feet, waving at Yoongi to follow you. He does, awkwardly, lifting his pants just so they aren’t dragging across the ground.

You push Yoongi onto your couch, enjoying the sight of the man. “Condom?” you knit your brows.

“Right.” Yoongi mumbles, cheeks tinted red. He goes through his pockets and gets out his wallet. The condom falls out smoothly, a small, square black package.

You watch as Yoongi places the condom onto his cock and soon, you’re hovering above him.

“Crotchless.” you giggle to Yoongi, who appears confused when you don’t remove the lingerie.

Yoongi gulps, nodding his head. You don’t allow him a chance to process, you’re already centering yourself and slowly engulfing him fully.

Yoongi shudders at your warmth, even through the condom, of your pussy. He bites his lip, hands immediately on your hips as you begin to rise and fall. You’re so beautiful, his hands slide up your sides and then cup your breasts. With the lingerie you’re wearing, your breasts are seconds from falling out and he decides to speed up the process.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Yoongi muffles himself between your breasts, large hands squeezing them. He kisses them, his tongue poking out to lick a nipple.

“Me, too.” you huff, your nails digging into the shirt of his shoulders. You imagined far too many times what Yoongi’s cock looked like and what it would look like inside of you.

Yoongi begins to thrust with you, his left holding the flesh of your ass. His tongue continues to twirl on your nipple in utter boyish bliss. He ponders while fucking you what you’d feel like raw - he imagines how tight you’d be around him, how wet and even warmer than you are now

“Shit…you’re so tight.” Yoongi kisses up your neck. “All for me.”

There’s a change in Yoongi’s tone of voice, no longer a stutter or a tint of uneasiness. You feel it in the way he begins to thrust harder, no longer allowing you to take control. So this was the Yoongi you knew (now know sexually) - cool, nonchalant and dominant.

With each thrust Yoongi hits a sweet spot and you moan with pleasure. His eyes continue to watch you contort with different emotions at what he’s doing. “You’re moaning like you’re in love, baby.”

You suck in a breath at the pet name. Fuck Yoongi, seriously, because you probably did look that way. But it wasn’t your fault - you don’t get fucked this good often and when you do well…

“You haven’t stopped moaning either.” you retort, somehow managing to find your words. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, your lips close to his ears. “Almost like you’re in love.”

Yoongi feels it - your tongue. It swipes at his ear teasingly and that’s all he needed to flip you onto your back, hitting the couch rapidly. He throws your legs over his shoulders and lifts his shirt a bit so he can continue to fuck into you. The position allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot so sweet that you’re wailing.

“So wet. Wish I could feel you.” Yoongi says more to himself than you. There’s a creamy wetness wrapped around the condom, your pussy leaking with pleasure.

You begin to pant, eyes snapping shut. You were beginning to think that maybe you were becoming dick drunk, because your next words surprise you just as it does him. “If you can pull out, you can take off the condom. Cum on me, too.”

“Shit, baby, really?” Yoongi halts his thrusts. Did he hear you correctly? “You can’t be that high.” he jokes.

“Fuck you.” you hiss low. “Just take it off and fuck me, Yoongi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi does as he’s told, quickly getting up to undress his bottom half. He removes the condom and looks around.

“Just throw it-”

“I’m not throwing it on the ground.” Yoongi raises a brow. “I’m not a caveman.” He was far too respectful and sanitary for that,even if it was just for a moment.

You huff and nod, pointing behind you to the direction of the bathroom.

Yoongi dashes down the hall, discards the condom, and rushes back. He kisses your cheek quickly, centering himself back at your whole.

Yoongi winces, then shudders.

You felt better than he’d imagined - warm, wet and still tight. He’s slow at first, trying to collect himself. Your legs are over his shoulder again, and he reaches inside of you deeper and deeper.

“You look in love.” you joke, mocking him. Yoongi hasn’t looked away from your pussy since he started.

“Maybe I am.” Yoongi’s nails dig into your thighs, his thrusts picking up the pace. The sweet sounds of your moans mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy hit his ears. “You’re clenching around me so tight.” his eyes flicker to you, and he smirks. “Like you want me to cum in you.”

Yoongi pounds inside of you, each thrust aggressively deep. You don’t mean to say it - but Yoongi was playing a dangerous game as if you weren’t already high and horny.

“Maybe I do.”

Yoongi grumbles something inaudible. Indeed you were sent from the universe - he’s read about nymphs and you’re beginning to fit the description.

“You do, huh?” Yoongi opens your legs and marvels at the sight of your pussy, his cock being milked with your essence lovingly. His thumbs place itself onto your clit and he rubs. “You’re just talking. Good weed and dick would do that to you.”

Cocky Yoongi is back and damn was it hot.

You opened your eyes to see Yoongi in the act.

A mistake.

Yoongi’s looks completely feral, eyes dark with lust. His hair sticks to his forehead and his mouth is slightly agape, panting to himself. His eyes are fixed to your pussy and you decided to see just what he saw.

You were cumming now - Yoongi circling your clit just as rough as he was fucking you. His cock fits perfectly inside of you and watching the way he fucks you just sends you completely over the edge.

“There you go, baby.” chuckles Yoongl raspily, witnessing you cum for him. “You look pretty cumming on my cock.”

A few more sloppy thrusts and Yoongi’s certain he’s near. He bites his lip, pulling out of you abruptly. His cum spills on your clit, warm and slippery.

You huff, shaking your head. “You managed to pull out.” you murmur.

Yoongi falls back against the couch to catch your breath. “Almost didn’t.” he admits with a laugh. “You hungry?”

You nod your lazily, the side effects of the weed coming to you.

“I can get us something to eat.” Yoongi offers. “Free of charge. You don’t have to fuck me-”

You kick Yoongi, a rush of hot embarrassment running through you, but all the man does is laugh, gummy smile on full display.

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tsukisrants · 3 months

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TAEHYUNG ONESHOT

🥵 - Smut 💕-Fluff

S - Smut. F - Fluff. A - Angst

Crawling Back To You |S| by @tsukisrants

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

Summary:Taehyung is your ex boyfriend. You guys aren’t together. Not anymore.It doesn’t really matter. You’re still his.”

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tsukisrants · 3 months

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NAMJOON ONE SHOT

🥵 - Smut 💕-Fluff

S - Smut. F - Fluff. A - Angst

The Babysitter |S| by @tsukisrants

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Age Gap , Babysitter!Namjoon x f.reader

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tsukisrants · 4 months

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liar

pairing: bangchan x f! reader

rating: sfw

tags: sharing a bed, just pure softness, cuddling, best friends to lovers, pining, confessions, tired chan

wc: i'm too lazy to count but idk it's probably 2k 😭(I'm definitely wrong)

your doorbell rings when it's close to midnight, its sound reverberating through every corner of your little apartment. your socked feet carry you from bed to the door on autopilot. you weren't sleeping, but you were nearly there.

you open up your front door and off-white light from the hallway spills shamelessly into your dark living space. Chan stands there, bag slung lazily across his shoulder, eyes droopy with sleep.

"they borrowed my place for a party i don't wanna be at," he declares. "I'm sleeping here."

he walks in without waiting for an answer, wrapping you in a quick, one-armed hug for a greeting on his way. his bag finds its place on your couch. he switches a couple of lamps on here and there and fixes a photo frame on his way to your bathroom with a towel and some clothes in hand.

you kind of like how it's so natural for him to be at your place. like he belongs here. like he could live here.

you wished he would.

you lay back in bed, shifting to a side, leaving the rest of the space for Chan. ever since you first cuddled up with him a few months ago, it became an unspoken rule between you to always sleep cuddled up when alone.

it was one of the best parts of your friendship with him. you could abandon every care in the world when he was around and just be. He was always there- gentle, warm, protective, kind. everything you wished for in a man.

everything you can't have.

it had been weeks since you had gone to bed without thinking of him. even in the face of extreme exhaustion and no contact, Chan never failed to slip into your thoughts. he needed to compensate you for all the nights you couldn't sleep just because he did something adorable during the day and you wouldn't stop thinking about it.

he needed to apologize for every time you accidentally called one of your friends by his name, just because he wouldn't leave your head.

and he needed to desperately make up for nights like these. nights when he would touch you and let you touch him, but never enough. there was always a weighted, invisible boundary you hated with all your guts. a burning line you couldn't cross.

so, over the days, you had learned to make peace with what you got, no matter how little. you had learned to make the most of his arms around you, the firmness of his torso pressed to your back, the warmth of his breathing behind your ear, his occasional sleepy rambling.

sometimes he said your name.

before you knew it, the mattress dips beside you, the familiar scent of Chan's shampoo filling up your senses. you came alive a little.

his arm slips across your middle, pulling you as close as humanly possible into the abyss that was his warmth. you could spend an eternity here without a syllable of protest falling from your lips.

“i don’t have a shirt on, is that okay?” he mumbles into your hair.

more than okay, you wanted to say but for the sake of the friendship you had spent years building, you resorted to a small hum. he usually slept barely clothed, but when with you, he always asked. he made sure never to cross any lines. he was cautious, reserved. too far.

“is everything okay?” you ask. “you usually do not turn down a chance to party.”

you feel him move behind you, long fingers fiddling with the thin fabric of your t-shirt. he yawns like a puppy.

“i’d had a busy day,” he begins. “i needed some sleep and you know how bad i am at getting to sleep alone...”

his knuckle accidentally brushes your navel. you shiver.

“…besides you weren’t there. i’ve missed having you around y/n, now that i see it.”

your skin flushes hot, lips involuntarily swelling into a smile. you turn your face into your pillow, determined to bury your happiness into the fluff.

“i’ve missed you too,” you confess.

his blunt nails graze against your flesh again, and you wonder how much of it was accidental anymore. could Chan tell? did he know how down bad you were for him?

“liar,” he whispers, squeezing your body lightly into his own.

he liked to do that, you had noticed. almost as if finding a way to inch closer, as if making up for the fact that there would always be some molecular distance between you no matter what.

or maybe you were just reading too much into it.

you place a hand over his own, fingertips drawing subtle lines into his pale skin, tracing the veins you stared at shamelessly in broad daylight.

“you really think i’d lie to you?”

“you wouldn’t?” he asks.

you turned around, facing him. your hand settles on his bare chest. you could feel his heart beat beneath your touch.

“no,” you confirm. “never.”

he smiles, his hair getting into his eyes as he puts his forehead against yours.

“okayyy,” he giggles. “tell me something then, since you claim to not lie.”

your heart picks up pace, hammering beneath your chest, and you were half afraid Chan might hear it. you swallow thickly, a small lump forming in your throat.

“yeah?”

his gaze wraps over you like a veil, clouding everything else just enough that he is all you can see.

"do you like me?" he whispers.

the question drops in your heart and sinks into your gut. you've been caught, red-handed. but you were so careful, so vigilant, looking but never for too long, complimenting him but being careful not to flirt, telling him you love him when he needed to hear it but taking care to conceal the love you felt.

you want to play it cool. you're scared of how it's going to go.

"duh," you say. "of course i like you, why else would we be friends?"

he clicks his tongue, a soft laugh escaping his lips. he drops a light kiss on your forehead and you sigh.

"you're not that naive," he states. "come on, I'll wait for you."

you feel your cheeks heat up. it gets harder by the second to stay still, not with chan's fingers rubbing warmth into your back, his face so close you could steal a kiss. he was no fool. he never had been. who did you think you were hiding from?

"i..." you begin, your mouth drying up. "yeah."

you feel his marble fingers slip under your chin. pressure, soft but commanding, forced you to look at him.

"you what, sweetheart?"

the endearment sent you spiraling. you squeeze his muscled shoulder, fingers digging into flesh.

"don't be an ass," you say. "i'm not gonna say it."

he chuckles. you watch his gaze move across your face, settle on your lips, and then back to your eyes again. you didn't want to think ahead of yourself.

you didn't want to break your heart.

he leaned in, his arm circling around your waist, his mouth leaving a soft kiss to your temple. you could die like this and it wouldn't be so bad.

"please," he whispers. "you said you'd be honest."

and who were you to turn down chan with his gentle voice and sturdy hands and body warmth and huge heart and ---? you could go on forever.

you grind your teeth together unconsciously, draw in a deep breath, and sigh. he knows you're giving in.

"i do like you," you admit finally. "so much more than a friend."

his palm slides up your back and finds your hair, long fingers gripping them and pulling you in. he smiles when he kisses you- mouth tasting of cinnamon and longing and want.

"fucking finally," he breathes. "you've got no idea how long i've waited for this."

you melt into a caramel puddle in his hands. you lean in again, pressing your lips onto his like he'd disappear, like this is all you've got.

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tsukisrants · 5 months

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jungkook showing off his shaved head 😂

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tsukisrants · 5 months

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Chan: Close your eyes, bro Jisung: Okay, bro Chan: What can you see, bro? Jisung: Nothing, bro Chan: That’s how many problems I’d have if you stopped doing stupid shit, bro Jisung: B R O

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tsukisrants · 5 months

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Jungkook Fanfic Recommendations(7)₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 | Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook X Pastel!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

☆ Mugs & Kisses | Jungkook x Reader | Barista Au | Oneshot | @minisugakoobies

☆ simply meant to be | pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader | OneShot | @caelesjjk

☆ beside you | idol!jungkook x gf!reader | Oneshot | @nochukoo97

☆ Fragment of the Past | patient!jungkook x psychiatrist!reader | thriller & yandere au | Series | @ctrlsht

☆ burnout | basketball player!jungkook x student journalist!fem!reader | Yandere | @aikastales

☆ 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | Vampire! Jeon Jungkook X Human! (F) Reader | OneShot | @angllicjk

☆ angel in the marble | michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader | high renaissance au | OneShot | @venusjeon

☆ love à trois | jungkook x fem!reader x jimin | Side: Jimin X Reader | @letjungcoook7

☆ you're losing me | jungkook x reader | Married Couple | @sparklingchim

☆ part time lover | investigative journalist!jeongguk x daycare teacher!reader | Oneshot | @sketchguk

☆ STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME | Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @hoseokieswrld

☆ cherry bomb | jungkook x fem reader | Oneshot | @retrievablememories

☆ your cursed thoughts | jungkook x reader | Halloween AU | Series | @smaubts

☆ UNWANTED | King/brother Jungkook × slave/older sister YN | @kangmoon27

☆ the seventh life | vampire!Jungkook x female!reader | @folkookie97

☆ champagne confetti | heartthrob!jk x fashion employee f!reader | @pennyellee

☆ Horizon | Angel!Jungkook x Reader | Two shot | @sokooks

☆ Whose idea was it, though? | Jungkook X Reader | @astayinwonderland

☆ First Prize | Boxer!Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @tsukisrants

☆ TERRITORIAL | yandere!Jungkook x Yandere Yn | Oneshot | @kangmoon27

☆ Movie Night | Jungkook x fem!reader | Yandere!JK X Reader | OneShot | @taevbears

☆ tethered. | emo!jk x reader | Series | @13lov

☆ gotcha | jungkook x reader | ChildhoodFriend Au | Oneshot | @whatifyoulivelikethat

☆ mate | alpha!jungkook x omega!reader | Series | @7deadlysinsfics

☆ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Aged up!Jungkook X Younger!Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo

☆ Slithered | Mafia Jungkook x Fem!Reader | Series | @bts-0t-7

☆ Self-Care Sunday | NailTech!Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @shina913

☆ animal farm. | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @joonberriess

☆ November Sun | Jungkook x reader | OneShot | @oddinary4bts

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tsukisrants · 6 months

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Revenge; Song Mingi

pairing: song mingi x fem!reader (ft. ex!yunho)

genre: smut

word count: 4.257

warnings: sir!kink, dom!mingi, mentions of cheating and infedelity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, humiliation, degradation, forced voyeurism, crying, violence, choking (not sexually), slapping, i think it's all here but if i forgot something lemme know! ;)

enjoyyy!!!

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you should have expected it, really.

you knew your boyfriend had been getting into sketchy business.

coming home late at night with bruises all over his body.

hiding a gun inside his closet.

convincing you to stay inside with him instead of going out with your friends at night.

it was clear that there was something threatening going after him, that he was getting more in trouble as days were passing.

but he never told you anything about his work, so the only option you had was to lay awake at night and pray that he'd come back home in one piece.

that's what you were doing mere seconds ago, huddled up in a blanket with a small pair of shorts on and one of his white tank tops, staring at your phone and waiting for a message that wasn't ever going to come, until you heard the door creak.

it was a small sound, the smallet ever, but enough to alert you and make you rise your head in the process of turning around.

"yunho?"

the sight you are met with makes you shiver.

a broad man dressed in all black is looking at you through piercing eyes.

you whimper in fear, feeling the panic overtake you as you scramble to get to the farest edge of the bed from him, covering your skimpily covered body with your blanket.

"i'm afraid your boyfriend might not be coming home tonight, little one." His voice is husky as he speaks these words.

"who are you? what did you do to him?" you speak with a voice full of panic, a weight in your throat stopping you from screaming out loud.

he smirks as he takes something from his backpocket, starting to close in on your trembling body.

"oh, you'll see."

as he pronounces these words, he gets ahold on your small body and forces a cloth over your mouth and nose, making you unable to breath.

you try to fight him off you but it's no use given his strong form and all you can do is look at him with hazy eyes as your consciousness starts slipping.

"sleep tight princess, you'll need it." are the last words you hear before your vision goes black.

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"please, please, she hasn't done anything wrong. just leave her alone."

the words and the sobs leaving your boyfriends mouth are the first sounds your hear as you start waking up, blinking your eyes blearily at the bright light hitting your pupils.

"you think i give a shit about what you have to say yunho?"

as you are finally able to focus your sight on the figures before you, your eyes meet tired ones, swollen and full of tears.

"yuyu.." you whimper out, feeling a sinking feeling in your gut as you take in his bruised body, cuts filling his face and every visible part of him.

"look who's woken up! slept tight princess?" the man standing between you and your lover aknowledges you with a sadic smile and a crazed look in his eyes.

you shiver as your eyes meet his dark ones. you take in all of his face, noticing his sharp jaw and his dark hair framing his foreahead.

"who are you? what did you do to him?" you croak out, tears treathening to spill from your eyes as you notice how both you and yunho are restrained to your seats. the room you are in is wide, with a large bed positioned against the wall on your right.

"you want to know what i did to your little boyfriend? Why don't you ask what he did to me first?"

he laughs sadistically, taking a handful of yunho's hair in his hand and making his head lean back.

the pained whimper that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth makes you feel like dying.

"why don't you tell her? uh?"

yunho says nothing as he closes his eyes, feeling the pain rise as the other hand of the man goes to his troath.

"c'mon sweet yunhie, tell her what you did?"

as no words leave your boyfriends constricted troath, you start to struggle against your restraints, seeing as his face keeps on becoming redder from the lack of oxygen.

"please, let him go."

you sob out, but the man isn't listening to you. His full attention is on yunho.

"you don't wanna tell her? then I will. but first..i wanna do something."

he suddenly lets go and yunho gasps in as he almost chokes on the air he is finally able to breath.

"want to give you a taste of your own medicine, uh?"

you watch with blurry and confused eyes as yunho goes pale in the face.

"please mingi, don't.."

"shut up" mingi slaps him straight across the face, making his head turn as you gasp out, not being able to do anything but watch the scene unravel.

"you keep your little ratty mouth shut and make me do as i please, understood? or i'll put a fucking bullet in your head." you're suddenly very much aware of the gun laid down on one of the bedside tables.

yunho closes his mouth, throwing you a pained look full of desperation, which makes you quiver.

mingi stands to his full height and turns to you, immediately walking in your direction.

you close your eyes anticipating something scary and holding in a whimper, until you feel soft and fast fingers working at your restraints and freeing your limbs.

you open your eyes looking around with a lost expression, until you're faced with his form standing right in front of you.

he holds a hand out, and you look at him as if he was an alien.

"can you stand up on your own?" He asks in a soft voice still holding out his hand for you to take.

you hesitantly put your much smaller hand in his, and stand up on wobbly legs, feeling your ankles hurting from the tight restraint they had been subjected to.

he guides you to sit down on the bed on the far right of the room.

"your boyfriend is such a dumbass, isn'he?"

he lets go of your hand in favour of holding your face, stroking your cheek gently as he looks at you with a soft look.

you stare at him almost hypnotized by his eyes, unable to understand what he means with his words.

he turns back around to look at your boyfriend, moving your face side to side with a gentle movement.

"look at her, yunhie. such a doll. you'd have to be out of your fucking mind to cheat on such an angel, uh?"

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, eyes going from staring at him, to looking at yunho now, who is looking away ashamedly.

"yuyu?" you whimper out, feeling more lost than ever. "Is that true?"

you let the hand on your face fall down as you stand up on trembling legs. mingi notices and immediately holds you up by your arm, making you regain stability.

your boyfriend is looking down at the floor, not daring to say a word.

"all those sleepless night..oh my god." your hand flies over your mouth as you try to avoid sobbing out loud.

your tears are starting to fall and you just can't seem to hold them back.

"for how long?" you croak out, watching as his face turns into a grimace. it seems like there's no point in lying and trying to make you believe that what the man standing beside you said is not true.

you start getting impatient as he keeps his mouth shut.

"FOR HOW LONG?" you scream out, tears rushing down your face. you don't notice the soothing movement of a thumb against your upper arm.

"almost a year." he whispers out, finally looking up at you with teary eyes.

"oh my god." you move trying to make your way towards him out of sheer anger but the hand on your arm holds you back, not making you go anywhere as strong arms engulf you in a warm hug.

"shh, it's okay." mingi soothes you as you sob, caressing your hair. you can't do anything but lay your entire weight on his strong chest, crying out without control as you feel your heart break more with every moment that goes by.

his caresses work the trick as you start calming down, and you move your head from his shoulder, looking straight in the eyes of your now ex lover.

he is looking at the two of you with a sadness mixed with anger, guilt eating up at his mind and consuming his thoughts entirely.

"sweet little girl, what do you say? shall we give him a little show?" you hear mingi whisper in your ear softly, with such a smooth voice that makes your ears tingle.

you look up at him with big eyes, a lost expression engulfing your features.

"don't you wanna show him what he lost by being unloyal? don't you think he deserves it?"

your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you can hear your heart beating inside your ears, your blood flowing in all the wrong places.

"what...what do you get out of this?"

he moves his hand from around you and places it gently on your face, his thumb catching on your lip and pulling it back, making a blush spread across your cheeks.

"my own revenge...and a good fuck with the prettiest angel i've ever seen."

as you hear the words leave his mouth your stomach starts doing flips inside your body, your blush spreading up to your ears as you stare at him in a stunned silence.

you don't question the reason behind his wish for revenge. you just stare at him with doe eyes that make him think of way too inappropriate things, but he is willing to be patient and take his time with you, for the sake of making sure he has your consent.

you look back at yunho who's looking at the two of you with a lost expression, not having heard the words that you and san just exchanged.

as you stare at his face, you think of all the times you lied awake, all the times you patched his bruises up, all the times he lied straight to your face.

you turn back to face mingi, and stand up on your tippy toes to reach his face, catching him by surprise as his lips touch yours in a heated kiss.

your hands wander over the expanse of his broad back as his find their place on your waist, holding you tight against him. you feel the print of his hardening bulge against your thigh, and have to hold back a moan.

you don't even realize how all your thoughts are completely clouded by him until yunho's voice interrupts your train of thought.

"please, baby..don't.."

mingi detaches his lips from yours, turning to face yunho with a smirk.

"should have thought about it before cheating on her with my girl, yunho. now shut the fuck up and behave, with every sound i hear from you i'm going to fuck her twice as harder. understood?"

yunho nods with misty and pained eyes and a trembling lip, feeling the bile in his throath rising as he witnesses Mingi pushing you back against the bed and taking his shirt off.

you stare up at him as your eyes trace every little line of muscles on his chest. he gives you a small smile, watching your big eyes eat his figure whole.

"like what you see?"

he asks, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

you nod shily, feeling your cheeks burn from getting caught staring.

"so cute..isn't she such a cute one yunho?"

you hear a muffled whimper coming out of your boyfriend's (now ex) mouth.

"mh? what was that?" mingi asks cockily.

he then lowers his voice and sends you a dark look.

"let me see those pretty tits doll."

you scramble with nervous fingers to take off yunho's tank top from you body, nipples immediately hardening in anticipation.

"fuck, baby. you look so perfect."

he leans down, letting his mouth wander all over your neck until he reaches one of your tits and immediately starts biting on it.

as he lowers his body between your legs, you get a clear view of yunho's face, looking straight at him as you moan out in pleasure.

you bite your lip and lean your head back, opening your legs even more as mingi bites and sucks on your nipple, making sure to mark you without asking for permission.

"oh god...fuck.." you let out a slew of incoherent curses as his mouth leaves your nipple in favor of biting down your stomach.

"that's not my name, baby. call me sir, understood?"

you don't answer, too lost in the feeling of two of his fingers pinching your nipple and his tongue licking at your belly.

he abruptly detaches from your body, slapping your tit in a reprimanding manner.

"i asked you a question, slut."

you whine out, at the loss of stimulation and at the sting on your skin.

"yes, i understood." you answer in a whiney voice, forgetting all about the man that cheated on you being right in the same room as you, your focus only on the dark eyes cutting right through you.

"yes who?" he asks with a low growl, suddenly gripping your chin.

your eyes get misty with tears as the pain shoots through your jaw and goes straight to your pulsing cunt.

"yes sir."

he smiles again, lowering his head to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"such a good girl, why don't you take off your shorts for me, mh?"

you immediately raise your hips from the bed under you, scrambling to get the shorts off your legs and throwing them carelessly to the ground, forgetting about an important detail.

"oh fuck" mingi grumbles in a low voice as he stares at your naked pussy glistening with your juices.

he moves a bit to the right, gripping one of your thighs to make sure your legs are wide open for him and the man behind him to see.

"you see this, yunho? she was waiting for you in skimpy shorts and no fucking panties on, and your fucking dumbass had the courage to cheat on her for months. such a fucking perfect pussy, uh? shame you won't ever get to taste it anymore. s'mine now."

you feel your pussy throb at his words, satisfaction clouding your mind as you watch as yunho's eyes start watering, his face falling more with every second that goes by.

mingi decides he has had enough of waiting, and finally lowers himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, looking up at you with gentle eyes.

"you still okay with this?" he asks, wanting to make sure you're comfortable with what the two of you are doing.

"yes sir" you mumble out as you look at him with widened doe eyes, your impatience taking over as you feel his breath getting closer to where you need him the most.

"please.." you whine, feeling his lips press softly against your inner thighs?

"please what, sweet girl?" he asks in a sugar coated tone, licking a stripe from your knee to the juncture that connects your thigh with your core.

"please...eat me out, sir." you moan out as embarassment floods your cheeks. No one has ever asked you to beg for things but you'd have never expected to like it so much.

"since you asked so nicely." he says, before diving in straight for your clit. he suckles on it and swirls his tongue in a back and forth motion, making you see stars immediately.

"oh fuck..sir...feels too good."

you don't notice the tears running down your ex boyfriend's face copiously, his lip red and bitten from trying to keep silent, his cock ashamedly hard under his pants.

you're too concentrated on the tongue working magic on your spasming pussy, grasping mingi's hair in your hand tightly as you almost lose control over your senses.

he fits one finger inside your pussy, the combination of the two different stimulations making your legs tremble in delight as he builds up your orgasm so fast and wrecks your mind at the same time.

you're a babbling mess, spitting nonsense and unintelligeble praises to the man between your legs, begging for permission to come.

"please, sir. i'm so close." you cry out, louder than you've ever been, and watch as he opens his dark eyes

to look straight inside your soul from his position hetween your legs.

he detaches from your clit for a few seconds as he adds another finger inside your hole, making your whole body shake from the constant hits at your g spot.

"go ahead doll, let me see how pretty you look as you come for me."

he attaches himself to your clit once again, and a few gentle sucks paired with his swift fingers working wonders inside you are all it takes to make you let go and orgasm on his digits, your pussy spasming hard around them and gushing all over his face.

you gasp in a mouthful of oxygen as you feel your senses come back to you. looking down you notice the drops of your pleasure coating mingi's face and immediately go pale out of sheer embarassment.

"never happened before?"

you shake your head no, still feeling mortified at the thought of having squirted on a strangers face, but he doesn't seem to mind it all.

"tch, couldn't even fucking make her squirt. I guess i might need to give you some lessons, yunhie." he turns his head to smile sadistically at the restrained men, noticing the stream of wetness under his eyes which only makes him wider.

"sir.." you ask in a small and timid voice.

"yes pretty girl?" he asks, caressing your tummy, noticing your rushed breathing.

"wanna suck you off. can I? please."

he smiles, cocking an eyebrow at your pliant behaviour. "Of course, you're being so good for me baby."

your fingers immediately start working his pants down his legs, a gasp leaving your open mouth as the print of his hard cock stands right in front of you face, tip oozing out precum and staining the grey fabric.

your mouth waters as you pull start pulling his briefs down, only for mingi to stop you.

"lick it through my boxers baby."

you do as he says, wetting the fabric and making it become transparent around his length, your mouth trying to engulf and suck on it even through the cotton.

"look at this." he says to yunho, gesturing towards your head basically nuzzled on his pelvis.

"so hungry for cock. what is it baby? was yunhie not giving you enough of it?"

you whine out, nodding as you try your best to stimulate him even with the fabric being in the way.

"then I guess I'll have to come to the rescue, uh?"

he suddenly moves your head away from his cock, freeing it from its confines with one hand as the other gets ahold of the base.

he slaps it against your cheek a few times, smearing his precum everywhere, before taking ahold of your shoulder and moving you to the side, making your profile visible to yunho.

"c'mon, show him how hungry you are for my cock. give him something to cry for."

you immediately latch your lips on his tip, sucking gently and moving your tongue side to side on his slit.

you start bobbing your head up and down on it, trying to fit what you can inside your mouth as you work the rest with your hands.

you feel his fingers tangling inside your hair, gently guiding you into a steady rhythm, while his other hand is caressing your jaw, uncaring of the saliva dripping down it and towards your neck.

"fuck, not even whores suck cocks this good. you're fucking amazing."

you moan out at the praise, the sound muffled by the heaviness of his length on your tongue.

a whimper leaves yunho's mouth at the sight of you being so pliant for another man, but deep down he knows that he deserves it. he was the first one to make a mistake.

your pussy is sopping wet by the time mingi starts losing control over his body and starts thrusting is cock a bit deeper than before.

you hold back a gag, trying not to choke on his cock as it forces itself against the back of your troath with a precise pace.

"fuck, baby. gotta stop before I cum."

he forces himself out of your mouth, even though his senses are screaming at him to be selfish and chase his own pleasure.

he helps you up, settling you on the bed once again, taking note of your slightly swollen and bruised knees.

"how do you want it, doll?" he asks, taking ahold of his cock and stroking it lazily.

you look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your face wet with saliva and precum. You clear you troath and swallow before saying "sit down on the bed, please."

he cocks an eyebrow before smiling coily, but nonetheless sits down next to you, scooting towards the point that your patting with your hand

you stand up and turn around, facing yunho's shaking and sobbing form.

you look straight into his eyes as you sit down on mingi's lap, his chest glued to your back, hands on his thighs as you move to make space for his cock between your legs.

he immediately understands what you're doing and takes ahold of it, positioning the tip right under entrance.

"this is what you get for cheating on me." you say, before sinking down on mingi's length, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock press against your warm walls.

mingi hisses in pleasure, getting ahold of your hips as you start bouncing slowly on his dick, using his strong thighs as leverage.

"fucking perfect, aren't you? So warm and soft around me doll."

you moan out, head thrown back against his shoulders as you feel his tip hit deep inside you on the spot that makes you see stars.

you pick up your pace, his low grunts motivating you to go faster.

yunho watches with lost eyes that keep filling with tears, and thinks that if he had the power to, he would probably pull his hair out from the frustration.

mingi peppers kisses all over your neck as one of his hands makes his way to your clit, playing with it at a fast pace as you start moving louder and clenching down on him.

"fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, slut."

you whine out at the degrading name, feeling your orgasm approaching faster that normal.

"sir..I'm so close."

"yeah? close to cumming just because I called you a slut? i suppose you really are one then, uh?"

you whine out even louder that before, feeling tears sting at your eyes from the overbearing pleasure rushing through your body.

"well, good sluts, get a reward, don't they yunho?"

he moves his hand from your clit in favor of taking ahold of the back of your thighs, suddenly raising them in the air, basically folding you in a half, your pussy on display for yunho to see as mingi's cock starts ramming in and out of it.

he uses your spread thighs in the air to hold you in place as he fucks into you with such a vigour it makes you see stars behind your eyelids, your mind melted into a puddle, not able to form a coherent thought.

"touch yourself." he groans out, and you follow his command by mere istinct, rolling your clit between your fingers and moving it fast to match his pace.

as his strokes keep getting rougher you feel the build in your core becoming unbereable to hold in.

"sir, m'gonna cu-cum" You whine out in a desperate and high pitched voice.

"go ahead sweet girl, cum all over my cock."

you immediately feel the knot explode inside your lower belly, a gush of liquid coming out of your pussy and landing on mingi's thighs and on the floor in front of you as you moan out loud a slew of curses and words, completely delirious from the pleasure.

mingi groans as he feels you tightening and spasming around him, ramming into you in sloppy movements as he also reaches his peak, shooting his warm load deep inside your pussy.

you both moan out as the last bits of your pleasures consume you whole. Your body slumps against his strong chest as he struggles to regain his breathing, letting go of your thighs and putting his hands on your waist.

the cries and whimpers coming from yunho are what wakes you up from the dazed state clouding your mind. You open your eyes and watch as his chest stumbles with heavy sobs. "please, please, no more, I'm sorry, please."

"oh god."

mingi groans out loud next to your ear.

"as he always been such a whiney little bitch?"

you chuckle lightly at his annoyed voice, but decide not to answer, too tired to process a response.

he kisses you sweetly on the cheek, caressing your sides with his fingers before whispering lowly inside your ear. "wanna make him suffer a little longer?"

thx for reading!!

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tsukisrants · 6 months

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pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Song Mingi x Reader

genre: smut

words count: 3.301

warnings: rough sex, threesome, face slapping, spit, slightly dub con (it’s barely there), cum-play, size kink, breeding kink, sub!reader, face-fucking, manhandling, degradation, humiliation, praise, Wooyoung being a cuckhold, name-calling.

The Best Boyfriend Ever

“If there’s someone that can read you well, it’s him. Wooyoung.

He’s always been able to read you like an open book, and this? This is no different.”

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It’s written all over your face.

You might think you’re hiding it well, but you’re clearly not.

If there’s someone that can read you well, it’s him. Wooyoung.

He’s always been able to read you like an open book, and this? This is no different.

Your lingering eyes, the way you always seem to hold your breath whenever he’s around. Whenever Mingi is hanging out with you guys.

It has been going on for a while now, the little game Wooyoung is playing.

He’s teasing you.

Inviting him more often, pushing you without you knowing it.

You keep it hidden, you bury your desires as deep as you can inside of yourself, but it’s not working very well.

Like that time Mingi asked you to help him fix his hair before going out.

You did, of course you did.

And it was innocent.

Until he looked up at you from his seat, smiled and said: “Thank you, you’re so good to me,” before pinching your waist and getting up, towering over you.

Wooyoung was watching the whole scene, and didn’t miss the way your legs shifted and pressed closer together, or the way you seemed to be holding your breath.

He smirked, took note of the events, and went back to doing his own things.

It went on like that for a while, and you were so fucking clueless of his wicked thoughts.

Now? Not so much.

You’re sitting on the couch.

The three of you are.

And you’re fucking pressed in between the two men that have been pestering your dreams.

“Baby, are you ok? You seem a little off,” Wooyoung asks.

You immediately nod, biting your lip and adjusting your glasses.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry,” you say.

Mingi is lost in whatever the hell is playing on the tv, which you have long forgotten about.

“Are you sure?”

You nod again.

But you’re not.

You’re far from being ok.

Mingi’s leg is pressed against yours, and both their smells are owning the space, making you dizzy and so, so fucking needy and desperate.

“You seem… stressed,” Wooyoung adds.

“It’s… classes, you know? Been too busy, i’m just a little tired…”

He doesn’t buy it.

But he drops it. Nodding and coming closer to kiss you right on the lips: a gentle touch, a smile following right after.

That is, until you feel it: his hand on your inner thigh, squeezing and caressing it in the way he does when he wants something from you.

You shiver, turning your head to look at him, to ask him to stop whatever the hell he think he’s doing, but he’s not looking at you, too focused on watching the movie that’s playing in the background.

The little shit is doing this to rile you up.

You know it, but you can’t say anything since Mingi is literally sitting next to you.

You put your hand over his, trying to get him to stop, but it doesn’t work.

It only makes his grip on your flesh grow tighter and stronger.

Your shorts rise up, exposing even more skin, and you make yourself smaller in the large hoodie you’re wearing.

Wooyoung gets closer.

“Keep trying to move my hand and I’ll make sure you regret it,” he whispers.

It’s not loud, but there’s no way in hell Mingi didn’t hear it.

Yet, he says nothing.

Not a fucking thing.

“S-stop it…” you whisper.

Wooyoung laughs.

Out loud, he just laughs.

Mingi’s head turns to look at you guys, and your cheeks turn red.

You feel them burning up, and your hands move on their own, covering your face as you hide from their eyes.

“Isn’t she cute?” you hear Wooyoung ask.

“Yeah, she is,” is Mingi’s answer.

His deep voice goes straight to your belly, and you shift on you seat, shaking your head.

“Don’t hide, baby. Mingi wants to see you. Don’t you want to show him how pretty you can be?”

Your hands drop.

You look up at Wooyoung: brows furrowed, eyes wide open, you look at your boyfriend and see right through him.

He fucking knew.

All this time, he knew.

And suddenly, everything makes sense.

“I-I… wanna, wanna show him, please….”

Its pathetic, really.

Your voice, that is.

It’s whiney and disgustingly desperate.

Just like you are.

Just like Wooyoung tells you, as his thumb brushes against your cheekbone.

“I knew it. You want his cock, don’t you? Wanna choke on Mingi’s big dick, baby? Want us to pump you full of cum?”

See? That’s why he’s your boyfriend.

He’s a tease, a fucking brat, but he knows you so well.

He fucks you so well.

So, you nod. Smiling at them, eyes shining with pure need.

“Say please, doll. If you want this cock, you have to be a good little girl and ask for it. Or are you too dumb to do that?”

This time it’s not Woo.

It’s Mingi.

Wooyoung chuckles, and palms himself through his pants.

Mingi is looking at you, head turned to the side, as he waits for you to do as he said.

“Go on, baby. Show him how well I trained you,” says Wooyoung.

Holding your breath, you slide down.

You get on your knees, right in front of the pair.

They’re both touching themselves now, grabbing their lengths over their pants and grunting softly.

Kneeling at their feet, you take a deep breath.

You look up.

Your eyes meet Mingi’s, and your barely there self-control finally slips away from you.

“P-please? Please, Mingi, may I… may I have it? Want your cock. B-both. Want you guys to fuck me and pump me full of cum, want you to use me, p-please.”

Now it’s their control that slips away from them, and you’re there on your knees to witness it.

Wooyoung curses, Mingi moves forward on the couch.

It happens so suddenly.

His hand is in your hair, at the back of your neck.

He grabs a handful of it and fucking pulls.

It hurts. It hurts so good, and you moan at the feeling, lips parting as you wet them with your tongue.

“Then fucking get to it,” he snaps, pulling at your hair to get you closer.

You shift on your knees, and fall face down against his crotch, right where he wants you.

“Just like that, baby,” says Wooyoung.

His pants are now pulled down, and he’s touching himself over the soft fabric of his boxers. The black ones you got him just a few weeks ago.

“Hear that? Your boyfriend is praising you for getting another man off, does that make you all hot and bothered, little one?”

His words, his voice.

Everything about him is enough to send shivers down your spine. To make you whimper and snap your hips forward, warmth spreading between your legs, your panties getting wetter and wetter.

Your answer comes out muffled and inaudible as your mouth and nose are pressed against the bulge of his crotch.

“Yes,” you say, “makes me so horny”, you add.

They both curse, and Mingi’s grip on you hair tightens.

With his free hand he tugs down the zipper and frees his cock, pulling it out of his clothes.

It’s big.

So fucking big, bigger than Wooyoung’s.

So thick and red, pulsing right in front of your face.

He holds it at the base, before letting his hand slide a few times over the length, just to tease you.

Drops of his precum hit your face, and you so desperately wish it was your tongue instead.

“Stick out your tongue” he orders.

You obey.

Tongue out, pleading eyes looking up at him, you make quite the nice picture.

“Good girl,” he praises you.

Then, he slaps his cock against your tongue.

Once, twice.

The tip against your lips, spreading around a mixture of spit and precum.

“Don’t look at me. Look at him, look at your boyfriend while I stuff you full of cock,” he grunts.

Then, he spits.

It falls down on your face, some of it against your tongue.

He laughs, right before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock deep inside your warm mouth.

While he does so, you look at Wooyoung.

He’s a mess: hair damp with sweat, chest naked, cock hard in his hand as he fucks his own fist.

He’s smirking, of course he is. He looks so pleased, and it makes you crazy.

You look right into his eyes as Mingi fucks your mouth. As he uses you, pushing it down your throat carelessly, making you choke on it.

You moan around his cock, tongue swirling around to taste him, to accentuate the pleasure that he’s taking from you and that you’re so willingly offering him.

Your hand slides down your body, down into your pants and then your panties, as you attempt to pleasure yourself.

You don’t get that far, though.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you hear.

It’s Wooyoung. He’s getting up from his seat, and Mingi doesn’t stop fucking your throat.

Woo gets closer, standing right next to Mingi.

His cock right in front of your face, red and all wet.

“Touch that pussy and you won’t get to come for a month, you hear me?”

Mingi curses, grabbing your head with both hands as he pushes it down against his dick, your nose now rubbing against his stomach.

You take your hand out from you panties, tears spilling from your eyes and staining your face, your glasses wet with them.

“Fuck, Wooyoungie, this hole feels so fucking good,” says Mingi, looking down at his friend.

“Hear that, slut? You’re not so useless, after all,” says Wooyoung.

You whimper, coughing around Mingi’s hard dick.

“Come here,” you hear.

You look up, and fuck.

Fuck, that’s so hot.

They’re kissing.

Mingi grabbed Wooyoung by the neck, and now they’re kissing above you as Mingi fucks your throat and Woo touches himself.

It’s wet, tongues swirling around as they exchange the wettest kiss to ever be shared.

Spit down their chins, mouths all red and puffy, they’re a sight that you’ll never forget.

Woo is pulling Mingi’s hair, and Mingi… he’s choking Wooyoung.

When they eventually stop kissing, Wooyoung grabs his cock and starts slapping it against your cheeks.

Mingi stills.

“Wanna try something?” he asks.

Not you, but Wooyoung.

The other man nods, because of course he does.

Mingi bends down and takes off your glasses.

He gently places them on the little table on his left, before grabbing your face a kissing you roughly.

When he’s done biting your lips he straightens up, looks at Woo and smirks.

“You said you wanted us both, didn’t you? Then you better open wide, little bunny. Say aah,” he says.

Then, he nudges Wooyoung forward, and they both slap their cocks against your tongue.

“Fuck, please…” you moan.

They start rubbing their cocks against your tongue, panting and moaning when their tips brush against each other.

It’s a fucking stretch, taking them both.

You don’t get past the tips, and even like that it only lasts a few seconds before one of them slips out of your mouth, but they’re doing it.

It’s so filthy, and your face is a mess of spit and precum, mixed with tears and drool.

You love it.

So, so much.

But it’s not enough.

It really isn’t.

“Look at you, you fucking whore. Two cocks in your mouth and it’s still not enough. You’re humping the air like a bitch in heat,” Wooyoung snaps, hand finding his rightful place in your hair, pulling harshly at it.

“Want your pussy to be stuffed, slut? Want Mingi’s cock in your belly? I bet you’ll feel it in your stomach, I bet I’ll even be able to see it,” he says.

Then, he forces you to stand up.

Quickly, he strips you down, throwing your clothes on the floor.

When it’s your panties turn, Mingi steps in.

He grabs the soft cotton and rips it off of your body.

He rips your panties.

Then, he spanks you: hard.

It hurts, and you fall forward.

Wooyoung sees it as a chance to push you against the couch, making you fall on it.

Mingi follows right after, kneeling on the couch and manhandling you until you’re on your back and he’s seated between your legs.

He brings two of his fingers to your mouth and forces them down your throat, making them all nice and wet.

“Need to prep you, doll. Or else I’ll rip this pretty pussy, and we don’t want that, do we?”

You shake your head, hips moving forward: you’re so needy.

So desperate.

So wet.

Your pussy is pulsing, shiny with your juices as you beg them to touch you.

Mingi shows you mercy, fingers tracing your folds and caressing your puffy clit before burying them deep inside your hole.

It’s a stretch, and it burns a little.

You throw your head back and moan, and as you do that you’re met with Wooyoung’s dick.

He’s sitting next to your head, touching himself as he watches one of his best friends fingering you.

You stick your tongue out and lick his cock, making him hiss in pleasure.

Mingi fucks his fingers into you and soon he’s adding a third one, scissoring them in you and rubbing his thumb against your clit.

Woo’s hand are pinching your nipples, and you start to feel the pleasure that has been neglected to you for so long build up in you core.

“P-please? Woo, fuck, baby, can I come? Let me, let me come!”

He slaps you.

He slaps you on the face and then grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You come when there’s a cock in you, got it?”

You nod.

While you do, Mingi spits on your pussy before sliding out his fingers.

You’re so empty it hurts, clenching around nothing.

“Gonna put it in now,” Mingi says.

He grabs his cock and slides the tip of it over your folds a few times, pushing it against your clit before pressing it down your hole.

It slides in.

Just the tip, and you’re already feeling the stretch.

You moan and try to push down, try to get it deeper inside of you, hands moving to grab something.

Wooyoung helps you, taking your wrists into his hand and pressing down, locking your arms above your head.

His cock against your face as he fucks it, sliding his length over your cheeks and mouth.

“So tight, doll. Feel it? It’s just the tip.”

You beg.

Beg him to fuck you, to push it in.

Beg your boyfriend to let you come.

They both laugh at you, and you feel so small.

So fucking small under them, while they use your body as they please.

Mingi pushes in.

In one stroke, he stuffs you full of it.

Mouth snapping open, Wooyoung fucks into it.

“Take them, slut. Take our cocks, ‘cause that’s all you’re good for. Just a fucking hole made to be fucked, that’s what you are.”

And that’s Wooyoung and his filthy mouth.

He’s loving this: you at their mercy, you trusting them so much to let them control your tiny little body like this. It’s almost enough to make him come on the spot.

“Say thank you. Thank me for filling this cunt, you fucking slut.”

And that’s Mingi.

And that’s his hand around your throat.

He’s choking you, and Wooyoung hips stutter.

“F-fuck… making her throat even tighter…” he whispers, clearly lost in his own pleasure.

You’re crying, shaking.

Mingi’s grip on your throat tightens as he fucks you.

“Thank you! Thank you for fucking my pussy, M-Mingi…”

Cock pushing inside your pussy, you feel every inch of it.

You hear it.

It’s so fucking loud and messy. You’ve never been this wet before, and it’s all thank to them.

Mingi grunts and grabs you by the hips with his free hand, before sliding up to torture your nipples.

He squeezes your tits, and Wooyoung spits on them to make it all wet for his friend.

Mingi fucks you even harder at that.

“T-touch her. Rub her clit, make her clench on me,” says Mingi.

Wooyoung obliges, freeing your wrists to start rubbing at your puffy clit.

You feel your core tightening, pleasure building up again.

“G-gonna… gonna cum, please? P-lease!”

You’re so close it hurts.

Wooyoung allows you to breathe for a few seconds before fucking back into your mouth.

“Do it. Fucking do it, you whore.”

You do. As Mingi fucks your pussy and Wooyoung uses your mouth, you come so hard you almost pass out.

“She’s clenching down on me so hard, Wooyoungie. I’m gonna fill her up. Gonna stuff her full of cum,” Mingi moans, hips shuttering.

“Hear that, baby? He’s gonna stuff your little pussy full of cum, and then I’m going to dump my load in there, too. Happy, baby? Dumb little slut filled to the brim, huh?”

Mingi groans.

Your mouth, now empty, falls open.

Mingi bends over and spits in it.

Once, twice.

“T-take it. Take my fucking cum, every drop of it, you fucking slut,” he says.

Deep voice making you lose your mind, your eyes roll back as you feel him get lost in his own pleasure.

He’s really using you, now.

As Wooyoung pets your hair, telling you how much of a good hole you are, how proud of you he is, Mingi comes inside of your pussy.

He stills, dumping his load deep inside of you, burying his cock in your body.

There really is a bulge in your little belly.

Slightly there, but it’s present.

You three all moan at the sight, and Wooyoung’s hand pushes down on it.

“S-so full…” you whisper.

Mingi bends over and kisses you.

He stays like that for a while, but now it’s Wooyoung’s turn.

“My turn, c’mon,” he says.

Mingi slips out of your body, his cum already spilling down your thighs.

He slumps down the couch, running a hand through his hair.

Cock spent and wet, abs glistening with a mixture of your juices.

Wooyoung grabs you by the hips and turns you around.

Your face is pressed against Mingi’s legs, and the guy starts petting your face like one would do to a pet.

Wooyoung is behind you.

He grabs your hips and pushes inside.

Face down, ass up, you lie there and take it.

He fucks into you hard and fast, chasing his release as he spanks you again and again.

“You’re so messy. Pussy full of cum, so sloppy, f-fuck. You’re mine.”

Mingi slides two of his fingers inside of your mouth, fucking into it slowly, just to keep you full from both ends.

“Y-yours, W-wooyoungie,” you moan, even if it comes out muffled thanks to the fingers that are fucking your mouth.

“Stay still,” he orders.

Then, he leaves just the tip inside.

He touches himself like that, using you as a cum dump and nothing more.

He strokes his cock and pushes the tip around your pussy, fucking you with it.

“Gimme it, please, Woo! Cum in me, stuff me full of it, want it! Want it! M-m yours…”

Fucking his fist and your pussy, he comes.

So fucking much.

It’s filling you up, his load mixing with Mingi’s.

You feel it, feel the warmth spreading in your belly and the stickiness of it caressing your abused folds.

“L-love you, baby. Love this pussy. All creamy for me, isn’t it? My pretty, cock-dumb slut.”

That’s what he says, as he empties himself inside of you.

Mingi’s thumb over your lips as you suck on it, you take it.

You take it for him, for them.

Cause after all, that’s what you were made for.

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