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Let’s Play Forever

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Yeonjun had always been confident. Some would say too confident even. It’s you, you’re some. It isn’t until he gets passed over for the leader position that you seem him doubting himself for the first time, and you gotta say, you don’t like it one bit.

A/N: this was gonna be a really nasty femdom fic but I got soft and it turned into a fluffy switchy mess, but it’s still nasty don’t worry and still femdom

Anger bubbles up in your throat and you grit your teeth to try and keep it down as you watch the instructor berate Soobin for the hundredth time.

“I’m sorry, Seongho-nim. I didn’t have enough time to practice.” Soobin mumbles with his head down.

“Yeonjun had the same amount of hours to practice and yet he executed the moves perfectly. Why can’t you?”

Of course he’d bring up Yeonjun, the star trainee. He was good at everything, and he was insufferable about it, parading around and showing off to anyone who would listen.

When you’d first gotten into the company and didn’t know any better, he took you to the wall where the names of the top trainees in each category were written, except they were all the same name–Choi Yeonjun. Your confusion only lasted a second before he smugly proclaimed that he was Choi Yeonjun. He’d gotten on your nerves ever since.

You hated how arrogant he was, but most of all, you resented how his proficiency in everything he set out to do only served to highlight Soobin’s mistakes, making them all the more glaring, and that was just unfair. Soobin worked just as hard as Yeonjun did, it’s not his fault that he’s naturally more clumsy and forgetful. Not everyone can be born blessed with impeccable coordination and sense of rhythm.  

“I guess he’s just the better dancer.” Soobin replies meekly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yeonjun smirking at you and you turn your head to glare at him.

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Kittyincidence

request: can i req a needy kitty jisung (skz) ?? Summary: After meeting a Hybrid down on his luck you were surprised at how he made such an impact of your life.

word count: 6k || hybrid!Jisung, dry humping, smut, lots of plotttt, knotting, kissing, heatish, cat jisung ends me

a/n: this took me way to long sorry enjoy my cat Jisung fantasy. the title is a txt reference lol. edited a little bit not as much as I would have preferred. I have a lot of fics planned for Halloween so please look forward.-admin Hime. 

The night air was humid as you walked home from work. Sighing your feet already numb from working and your mind so dazed from the events today. Your boss giving everyone a 30 min lecture of ‘how to be more productive’, spilling coffee on your skirt and your pc failing on you before the day ended.

Cranking your neck you from how tight it was you entered your local the convenient store. The bright lights of the store making you wince slightly. It was empty you noted going toward snack aisle filling your small cart with junk food ramen, chips, and drinks.

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Homecoming (M)

Pairing: NCT Johnny ♡ Female!Reader

Description: When a high school reunion drags you back from the bustling city to your hometown, you can’t help but feel inadequate compared your friends’ settled lives, who have thing you want most— kids. You may get your most desperate wish when your long-lost best friend sweeps into town, not quite the introverted nerd he was from 10 years ago.

Genre: high school reunion au smut | romance  WC: 16k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Johnny + Sub! Reader, dirty talk, !!!pregnancy kink!!!, unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, bulge kink, slight exhibitionism, footsie, slight cum eating, overstimulation), mentions of adultery

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My Sinner

Priest!hongjoong x female reader

I know this is not a very “Preist” picture, but I…… don’t have a reason🤪

Also bare with me, I know nothing about churches or preist:(

⚠️Warnings: spanking, dirty talking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, sinful things🖐😌, cum eating, degradation

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell - final

SUMMARY: when you were ten, taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

PAIRING: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

WARNINGS: talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | daddy long legs syndrome | angst | suicide attempt | smut (finally!) | heat sex | unhealthy relationships

WORD COUNT: 20.5k (lmfao)

RATING: explicit

A/N: yay this massive fic is finally done!! when i first started this i thought it would be like a 15k oneshot and now it’s a g i a n t. thank you to everyone who read this, left lovely comments and feedback, and cheered me on! not quite sure what i’m going to work on next, but nevertheless I hope to have your support for future projects too. :)

also, shoutout to my wonderful betas @knjkitten and @xoxrinaxox for going over this for me! yall are the greatest 💕

btw the last part of this isn’t betaed because google docs sucks and doesn’t sync reliably most of the time lmao. i’ll work on finding a better solution but in the meantime i hope there aren’t glaring mistakes. 

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legato I | kth + myg (m)

↣ pairing: violinist!taehyung x cellist!reader x pianist!yoongi

↣ genre: philarmonic orchestra!au; angst; smut; fluff

↣ word count: 12.2k

↣ warnings: big dick Tae; male masturbation; voyeurism; exhibitionism; jealousy; possessiveness; unprotected sex; oral; handjob; cum play; cum eating; dom!tae; switch!yoongi; sub!reader; hints of polyamory

↣ song recs: some sand - ibi

↣ summary: You can’t help but notice the way Yoongi talks to you, how his touch lingers on your skin for a bit too long, how he blushes every time you say something funny, how he gazes at you when one else is looking. Taehyung notices too, and he doesn´t like it one bit.

↣ notes: banner made by the wondrous Danica @dee-ehn​ thank u so much bb ily

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just business  //  shownu  //  final

↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu  ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all.

↪ WARNINGS: violence | stabbing | mentions of blood | sex

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE

THREE YEARS LATER

Affectionate thumbs rubbed up and down your growing belly and you hummed in satisfaction. You weren’t far along enough yet to really be showing too much, but laying in bed with your shirt bunched up under your breasts it was clear as day to see; you were pregnant.

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Wicked Games || Hyungwon, Wonho & Female Reader

[ had a request for a threesome but i’m super trash at those so this was my way around it. but i have a request for another threesome and i’m crying inside OTL. total smut, infidelity, strong language, the works. ] 

Sleep was last thing on Wonho’s mind as he lay restlessly on his sheets, eavesdropping on the symphony of pleasure that trickled up the hall and through his cracked bedroom door. As horrible as he wanted to feel, as badly as he wanted to stop, he couldn’t help the way it was exciting him. The dorm was basically empty, most of the members had gone away for the weekend, leaving only Wonho and Hyungwon behind. He knew you’d be over, he knew you’d spend the night, he didn’t know he’d hear Hyungwon having you every kind of way on the living room floor. You made it sound so good, so deep, so raw.

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wise words from Johnny

Taeil, to camera: Johnny is our master horticulturist. He knows all the scientific names for everything. Right, John?

Johnny: Yup.

Taeil: Like this! What’s this?

Johnny: Those are, of course, tomatoes. Or, Soulja-Boy Tell'ems.

Johnny, to camera: Whenever Taeil asks me for the Latin names of any of our plants, I just give him the names of rappers.

Taeil: And those over there?

Johnny: Those are some Diddies, some Bonethugs and Harmoniums right here. Oh, those Ludacrises are coming in great!

Season 2 ep.6 of keeping up with the first order sneak peek

quarantine chronicles;

pairings: jaehyun, johnny, jungwoo, and jaemin (feat. mark lee) x fem!reader

word count: 28.5k (i am so sorry)

genre: smut & loads of sexual tension

summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

notes: thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic!! this is the first part in a mini-series :) i hope you enjoy and p l e a s e leave feedback!

Day 1;

“Good morning!” You chirp as you walk into the living room. A low chorus of greetings echoes back at you as your roommates appear in your view, and you smile, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. You look around for your favorite yogurt and can’t seem to find it, whirling around to glare at the four males. “Alright, good morning is cancelled. Which one of you assholes ate my yogurts?” You huff, and they all freeze. Johnny and Jaemin, still on the couch, look at each other confused, while Jungwoo and Jaehyun sit at the kitchen island, a sheepish look on Jaehyun’s face as his hands disappear from view. You stomp over to the male and pull his hands up to see one holding a spoon and another holding your yogurt. “Jaehyun,” You complain, and he pouts deeply. 

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mixed media

Requested by anon

Jeongin x Reader

Contains : dom!Jeongin, unsafe sex, bodypaint, nicknames, light/implied bondage, dom/sub, finger fucking, mild dirty talk, cumplay, creampie, a mess in general 

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Awkward Giraffe (M)

Pairing: Johnny X Reader

Genre: Smuff (smut/fluff), romance????, best friends to lovers au

warnings: Johnny being a fucking goofy loveable idiot, dialogue heavy? oh the ring kink as requested.

A/N Writing fluffy sexy scenes is hard. But Johnny’s too awlward of a bean to be Dom!Johnny as everyone makes him out to be. Therefore he’s my idiot. Also this is my first NCT fic so…..go easy on me maybe? Thanks to my beautiful baby boo Morgan who requested it! (Subject to editing later during big time Soft Johnny HoursTM, in which hopefully someone suggests a better title)

P.S. ChiChi is pronounced like Shy-Shy (like chi-town…cuz chicago)

“Heyyyy, i have like a huge favor to ask you.” Johnny said almost as soon as I picked up his phone call.

I popped a few chips in my mouth and crunched. “What is it now? It better not be any modeling stuff again. I’m in my sweatpants enjoying my day off from work and watching Luke Cage before they take it off of Netflix for good.”

“No, it’s not that at all. Um, well… I’m visiting my parents in Chicago for the weekend and I really really really need someone to watch over ChiChi.”

“Your dragon? Dont you feed him like…bugs and shit?” I asked, my entire body squirming at the thought of even going near a worm or cricket.

“Yeah but he likes shredded carrots, peas, and bananas too. But the insects are pretty important. Pleassseeee??? I swear i’ll make it up to you.”

“Fine, I guess. But you owe me big time.”

“Ah! You’re the best! Come over so I can go over some stuff with you, ok? Im leaving in a bit so…sorry to cut Luke Cage short.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the comfort of my couch. “I’m coming, i’m coming! I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.” I sighed as i shut off my tv and grabbed my keys from the hook on the door. I didnt even bother changing out of my house shoes. What the hell was i going to dress up for anyway? Johnny and I had been best friends for years. He’d seen me in every state of fashion, from glammed up to complete hobo and because he interrupted my comfy night in he was definitely getting hobo for his fashion evaluation.

“You’re amazing, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, yeah, bye.” I ended the call trying to push away that thoughts that were bubbling to the surface of my brain as soon as I heard him call me babe.  We never strayed too far from each other so the ride over to his apartment was fairly quick. When I got there he was waiting for me, bearded dragon in hand and his bright smile etched on his face like a happy puppy that was excited to see his owner. I gave him a quick side hug and kicked my shoes off by the door. “Ok, I have to admit he is pretty cute.” I smiled as Johnny held the bearded dragon in his large hands, his slender fingers scratching under his baby’s chin.

“He’s really sweet too. Do you want to hold him? He needs people time once a day.” He said.

I bit my lip nervously. “Uh…ok. i’ll try.” Johnny stepped closer to me, gently positioning the reptile in my hands. I mimicked the way he held ChiChi, supporting his belly and his head.

“See, it’s not so bad.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on ChiChi’s scaly head and instead crashed against my forehead.

“Ow! Johnny!” I winced, being reminded of his clumsiness.

“Sorry!” He instantly placed a kiss on my forehead, trying to soothe the bump that was surely starting to surface. “I was trying to kiss ChiChi but i guess you get one too.”

“You’re such a nerd, you know that.” I smiled up at him.

“Yeah but you love me anyway.” He returned my smile before heading over to his kitchen, rifling through the fridge to get out some vegetables. “Wanna practice feeding him?”

“Sure. He’s not gonna bite me is he?”

“He’s never bitten anyone in his entire life. He’s precious. Look, set him down.”

I eased the reptile onto the floor while Johnny dropped a frozen pea in the kitchen. ChiChi instantly scuttled across the wooden floor, the sounds of his claws taptaptapping away making me burst into laughter. It was the cutest and funniest thing I had ever seen. “Oh my god I love it!”

“See! You’ll be just fine with him. Besides you can always text me if you need anything while I’m gone.” He dropped another pea to the floor before heading over to his room to show me the tank set up. He rambled on for a bit, going over how i should feed ChiChi and showing me the container of crickets and worms he had for feeding which made me almost cry. I was sacrificing my disgust just to help him and his damn dragon. The things I did for him. I sighed as i tried to keep everything memorized so I wouldn’t end up accidentally murdering his baby.

“Ok so fruits and veggies tomorrow and crickets the day after?”

Johnny nodded. “Yeah that should be okay.” He looked down at his watch as it beeped. “Shit, i’m gonna be late for my flight. Thank you for watching him, seriously.” He kissed my cheek before sprinting out to the living room where his duffle bag was already packed and waiting. “I gotta go!”

I looked over at his bed and laughed. “Ohhhh Johnny, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” I held out his camera bag which was basically his entire life (besides ChiChi).

“Fuck! Thank you!” He hauled hisduffle  bag over his shoulder and ran to me, smacking a kiss right on my lips before taking the camera. “You have the spare key so let yourself in and out! I’ll see you!”

I blinked, my body unmoving as I heard the door slam shut. Johnny was gone but his kiss left a lingering warmth on my lips that I had never felt before. I tried to shake it off- he was just rushing after all, he was caught up in the moment- but my heart kept on nagging me. ChiChi’s rapid scuttles broke me out of my trance and I picked him up gently, taking him over to the couch. “Do you like Luke Cage?”

I pretended that his reptilian silence answered my question. “Yeah me too. Guess it’s just you and me now bud.” I sat down and took out my phone, staring momentarily of the lockscreen picture of Johnny and I. I unlocked my screen and sent him a quick text telling him to be safe before turning on his tv. Hopefully this weekend would fly by quickly.

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john, johnny seo (m)

Pulling his legs up on the couch, he wraps himself up in a ball, chin resting atop his knees. There’s a cool breeze passing through the living room from the balcony where Mark and Haechan jump around, helping you put up washing. You always call on them at times like these, their energy tenfold that of their hyungs and most importantly, their willingness to help. He hears you yelp as Haechan drops a white pillow case, quickly warning him about playing around with Taeyong’s linens and he apologises just as fast. Mark sniggers just out of your view, Haechan sticks out his tongue. Then you’re all laughing again, the two of them handing you sheets then running back inside as you slide the balcony door shut.

Your gaze doesn’t even pass Johnny’s as you sit, wedged between the couch’s arm and Jaehyun, shifting as you make room for Jungwoo, who rushes to sit on the ground between your legs. He practically purs at your touch, the back of his head resting on your knee as you scratch his scalp, sending him to sleep in mere seconds. Jaehyun just leans into you, his freshly washed hair flicking cold drops on you when you push him off, he flinches at the obvious threat in your eye. When he pouts in apology, your lips purse, holding back a grin as he offers you one, pushing his hair back before you finally let him relax into you again.

A few moments pass before you ask Doyoung to explain the plot of the drama he’s watching, unfamiliar with it though interested. Usually annoyed by interruptions, Johnny suspects he’ll refuse. But to his surprise, Doyoung pauses it, divulging everything he can conjure from his memory alone before rewinding through the current episode to give you context, names, settings. Johnny loves how engrossed you are in what Doyoung’s saying. How your hands never cease scratching Jungwoo’s scalp, how you keep the motion steady as your jaw drops, giving small nods as you follow his narrative, the drama astounding you.

You ask if you can watch too, and this is when Yuta interrupts, talking about football starting soon and Doyoung having already hogged the television this week. A fight for the controller breaks out. Nothing too crazy but you’re mindful of a sleeping Taeyong, his balled up figure not far from where Johnny sits. A hush falls over the room when you silence them, their eyes journeying to his dozing frame before they give up, offering you the remote. With a tilt of your head, you gesture towards Taeil, who just hovers behind the couch, unbothered.

This was a regular non-work day in the 127 household. The world spinning, life continuing. There’s so much domesticity here, and that makes life all the more enjoyable. Johnny thinks you have had something to do with that. How you dote on Haechan yet still see through his charm. How you care for Mark, and praise him constantly. How you pamper Jungwoo, your gentle touch settling him. How you challenge Jaehyun yet soothe him with your words. How Doyoung can confide in you, his every thought yours for the taking. How Yuta crumbles for you and gives you your way. How Taeyong finds peace in you and safety in your nurturing. How Taeil has an ally in you, a companion, a friend.

And Johnny?

He didn’t really know. You cared for him deeply. He knew that. Not the way you did everyone else, just in the way you trusted him. To step up when he had to. Whether it be caring for the youngest or shouldering responsibility for the eldest. You’d begun to rely on Johnny how you didn’t anyone else. But that didn’t mean he didn’t need you like they did. Sure, Johnny could take care of himself and everyone else. He found joy in being someone they needed, in being their support. But, there are days where he too craves your soft touch and praise. Where he wants to lay his head on the soft skin of your thighs and feel your hands in his hair, a song filling the air as you stroke the expanse of his cheeks, a finger trailing the highest points of them before you leave a soft kiss.

Johnny wants your attention. He craves it. Like the rest do but so much more. He wants you to look for him in a room of people and go to him. He wants you to be his refuge. He wants you.

“John?” But for starters, he wants you to call him Johnny. “Hey, are you okay?”

It’s nearing midnight and he’s standing in the center of your room, while you hover at your door. When he doesn’t say anything, you approach him, closing the door behind you. He slept in here when you were off on a schedule and he forgot his charger. He’s holding it in one hand while his other inspects a photo, it’s of the members - minus him.

“Noona, why don’t you like me?”

You don’t think you hear him right—no. You definitely didn’t. So you walk around him to find he’s crestfallen, a frown you can’t stand the sight of taking his face. “What do you mean?”

“Like the others. You don’t treat me like them.”

You look at the picture and immediately return to that day. You’d all been walking the streets of LA, the sun was high but so were your spirits. You remember his camera never once left his hand, always snapping shots of you all. He’d been the one to take the photo. That’s why you loved it. He captured you all so well, his eye for lighting and skilful focus. Johnny did everything so well. It was hard to believe you were his senior. He had always been just that bit better than you in every way and yet, it’s only now you’re seeing what that is doing to him.

“You treat the members like you love them more than me.” The idea he felt less loved by you made your breath shake, his eyes still not meeting yours. “Do you not care about me?”

“How can you say that?” He looks up then, the hurt on your face making him regret it instantly.

“You don’t talk to me like you talk to them. You don’t even call me Johnny. You don’t play with me or hang out with me. You never ask me to do anything or want my help at home. It’s like I don’t even exist.” He doesn’t realise this all upsets him until now. Now he sees a version of the group without him. A version that you might see in your mind. “Am I just your colleague?”

“Johnny.” He doesn’t think you’ve ever scolded him. Not once. He hates it. “Don’t. Don’t ever say that.” He’s hot under your gaze. The way your brows crease, the anger in your eyes. He doesn’t know at what. At him, yourself. But he can’t lie, the attention is nice. “Of course you aren’t. You’re so much more than that.”

“Then why?” It’s barely even a whisper, but you hear him, the want. The need. “Do you think I don’t need you like they do? That I don’t need you to hold me when I’m sad? To t-touch me?”

This isn’t Johnny. Not the one you’re used to. The loud, boisterous Johnny who, and though now you think you’re wrong, is immovable. Independent Johnny, who you wished and prayed to be more like than anyone. Johnny who you envied for his resilience and his drive. Johnny who intimidated you for so long. He saw the good in literally everything. It drove you a little insane, the idea you’d never meet his standard. That there existed someone so impenetrable, you would always be lesser.

But then, maybe that was never Johnny. That was the Johnny you made him out to be. The Johnny you unknowingly pushed him to be. The Johnny he thought you needed. That was John.

This is is Johnny.

Johnny’s eyes bore into yours. They’re pained and so frighteningly lonely yet so breathtaking. As if there’s been so much behind them and your forced image and expectation of him kept it there. If you dwell on it too much, it might crush you beyond repair. So you rid yourself of it. The idea this was a man who could carry the weight of the world because he merely acted like he could. You forget what you thought. You just accept what you see.

Johnny needs you.

You raise a careful hand to his cheek, shocked by how quickly he responds. He nuzzles into your open palm, shuddering breaths leaving him as he sinks into your touch. It’s a sight to behold. The skin that smooths between his brow, the slight lift of the corners of his mouth. You feel like you’re like this for hours, your arm grows tired. Your heart constricts when you pull it away and he whimpers, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to stop you.

“It’s okay.” You whisper, his eyes following you as you move to your bed. “Can we sit down?” He just follows you, the bed dipping on your left as you watch him sit. “Johnny?” He turns, his eyes following as you lay down. “Do you want to cuddle?”

He nods then, embarrassment filtering in at the idea. Had you really never done this with him? You shake your head, happy to have it happen at long last. You pull his head to your chest, his arms loop around your middle so naturally you wonder if you’d been mistaken. Until his legs do the same, winding with yours. The feeling is unfamiliar though welcomed. How thick his thighs feel between your own, how long his limbs are. He is undoubtedly huge yet he fits so perfectly around you, you can’t help but think you were made to be his comfort. He squeezes you tighter as you shift, your giggles filling the air as he nuzzles himself further into your breasts. This isn’t new for you. It was awkward in the early days, but it’s far from that now.

Running your fingers through his hair, you giggle as he groans, the deep rumbles are again, nothing new.

You offer a slight tug for his attention, thinking it might be about time to talk. To acknowledge your mistakes.

It’s now you realise how new this is for him. How his cheeks flush against your chest and hands on your hips are brand new sensations for him. Your dull nails scratching along his scalp and gentle snag on the ends. They all make his eyes hooded, his breaths a bit ragged as he gulps, looking up at you. “Sorry.” You immediately know what he’s sorry for. It’s pressing on your thigh. It’s firm and painfully obvious. You just smile, stroking a thumb along his cheek and staring into his eyes.

“It’s okay, Johnny.” He thinks you might be an angel. How gentle you are, how understanding. But he thinks you might be fallen when you ask him, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

He should say no. You’d done everything he needed and more. He hadn’t meant he needs you for this. This is more of a want. This isn’t something he needs but it’s what he’s always wanted. And he knows it’s stupid, he knows you just feel bad and he knows it’s desperate. He knows he’ll hate himself. That blurring the lines between you any further won’t satisfy him. But you’re here, waiting, with kind eyes that hold him captive. Your fingers still card through his hair, moving it out the way for you to get a better look at him. No. You’re not just looking at him. You’re seeing him. It’s all he ever wanted. He decides he likes getting what he wants.

His nod is ever so slight, you only see it because of how attentive you are to him. You feel it in your hands, the small shift in his neck. You hear it in the sheets, the fabric moving with him. He watches you smile at him, your offer no longer hanging in the air though the insinuation does. He’s scared he missed your point, frightened he’d messed this up. But then your eyes drift. And you’re not just watching him, but staring. At his lips. The small part in them, where he draws small, careful breaths. And you’re moving, bringing yours to his in a kiss so soft, he can’t help but flinch. At how fragile you think him to be. How differently you see him now.

“I won’t break you know.” He teases with a small laugh, his hands gripping your hips a tiny bit harder, as if showing you the force he could handle. “I can take it.”

“Johnny,” his smile falls slightly, noting the hints of sadness in your eyes. “I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you.” He doesn’t want to cry. He isn’t broken. He’s just lonely. But then your voice cracks and he thinks he just might. “I want to show you I’m sorry. I-I want to be what you need.”

That’s all he wants. But he can’t help feel overwhelmed by the affection. The intimacy he’s wanted for so long, pouring out of you like a faucet. He trusts you though. That you’ll take good care of him. That you’d know what he wants. That he’d be in the safest hands. So he nods as he leans in, his hunger cloaked by desperation as his lips mould with yours, your hands cupping his cheeks, fingers scratching his nape. A groan rumbles in him, pouring into your mouth as you press your thigh to his crotch, pulling back to watch his jaw clench. He watches your eyes fall to the space between you, his hips circling into your thigh as he watches you intently, his lip caught painfully between his teeth. He’s surprised when you moan at his actions, his pace slowly building before you stop him.

“Use me.” He’s lost because that’s already what he’s doing. “Use me, Johnny. Fuck me.” He doesn’t believe you. Not until you’re practically begging. “I-I want to help you. I want to be what you need. Fuck me. Please.” You press your forehead to his, fingers still digging into his hips, you’re so close his eyes cross. He sees the lust in your gaze though, it’s almost lethal. “You can use me. Please use me.”

Not a single part of him is torn. He’s practically trembling in anticipation at the thought, his hands scramble to free you of your shorts, stripping you in one swift motion, freeing himself nearly as quickly. He pauses as he sees holiness if your gaze, a reverence reflected back in your eyes. You nearly quiver, the once omnipotent being bared out for you. His hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. His leaking tip, twitching as you reach out to stroke your fingers along his abdomen. He nearly giggles at your touch, earning a soft one from you.

“You’ve always been so good for me, John.” He frowns, scared that is no longer the case. “Let me be good for you now.”

He leans down then, a hand balancing him beside your head, the other pumping him a few times. The feeling of your fingers on his skin is heavenly. How you squeeze his shoulders and stroke down his arms. Never a misplaced pressure. Your touch is planned yet free, your hands passing over the expanse of his back, enjoying the feel of him beneath your palms.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, his breath hitching. “You’re so good to me, Johnny. Thank you,” He presses his forehead to yours again, his nose rubbing against yours as you gaze up at him. “My perfect Johnny.” He kisses you to hide his blush, though the heat beneath your hands is a give away. “My perfect boy.”

He’s beaming. It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen and you want to scream because you could’ve seen this all along. You could’ve made Johnny so happy and saved him the pain of—

“Don’t do that,” he says, seeing the regret in your eyes. “Forget about it. You know now.”

You do. And it dulls the pain for a moment, and his kiss numbs it but his cock sliding into you, wrapped snuggly in your slick walls, banishes it. You can think of nothing else. Nothing but the delicious sounds he fills your ears with. The grunts that pour out of him as you clamp around him. The kisses he peppers your lips with, his mind full of you.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks anyway, lips now concentrating on yours, his hips still. You nod, eager to please. “Where should I come?”

“Wherever you want.”

He’s in love. He ignores the brief thought as he tucks his arms under yours, craddling your head so he can rest his body on you, your chest heavy though your vision fills with him. His hips roll without warning. He moves them in small circles, his lips moving in time with yours, tongues tangle together. He deepens the kiss every time you whimper, the sound urging on his thrusts, the intimate winds of his hips abandoned as you scratched down his back, your hands squeezing his ass, pulling him further into you. Your lips slack as his thrusts increase in speed, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your whines. He isn’t muffling them anymore, he’s watching you. How your jaw hangs open, letting your whimpers pour out. With a small change in his angle, your eyes screw shut, making it harder for you to take his thrusts. He rises to lean on his hands, snapping his hips rapidly into you, his tip hitting the spot that has you crying out for him, all other sounds erased from his memory at the sound of that. John falls from your lips as you struggle to hold on. John trapped behind a moan as his thumb circles around your clit. John crawls its way up your throat before you open your eyes at his request, only to see him.

Johnny.

Who snaps into you for the final time as he lets go, his seed spilling into you. He fills you completely as you milk him, the walls of your cunt coated in your mingling arousal as you clamp around him, refusing to let him go. Not that he wants out. So you both just stay like this, his wet forehead pressed against yours, the air in the room cold on your damp skin.

You blink away the fatigue so you can see him, sighing contentedly when he beams down at you. You’ve seen him smile like this, but never at you. You want to see it always. “You okay?” He asks, wiping your forehead dry.

Nodding, you do the same, finding your palms just as wet. But yes, you are okay. And so is he.

Jeongin // Quiet

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: Swearing, explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral, angst, unintentional exhibitionism

DESCRIPTION: Requested by a lovely anon

PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Jeongin

“Jeongin, please! You need to concentrate!” You whined impatiently, shoving the textbook back in front of him as he flicked his pen around in his fingers.

“We covered this last week, noona. Can’t we just do something else?” Jeongin protested under his breath, clearly just as frustrated as you with the whole situation.

“Look…” You sighed. “The sooner we complete these questions, the sooner you can go do your own thing. I would like to go to home, ideally before the sun comes up, so let’s just get on with it.”

You had to be firm with him. Anyone else would have assumed that being Jeongin’s tutor was a breeze. A pleasure, even. But the reality of it was that he was awkward, uncooperative, and so stubborn it made you want to pull your hair out. Of course he had his moments where he was the beautiful, bubbly boy you’d known him to be, but lately, he was going out of his way to give you a hard time.

It was beginning to get on your nerves.

“And I know we covered this last week, but you still managed to flunk the test. So-”

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Alpha - Bang Chan Hybrid Smut

Requested 💕

Warnings: Dom Chan, unprotected sex, knotting, breeding kink, hybrid wolf Chan

Your friends talked you into getting a hybrid, they all had one. Songha had Felix, a pretty orange tabby cat hybrid, Mia had a cute beagle puppy hybrid, Seungmin; and Jangmi had a fox hybrid named Jeongin.

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Bang Chan // Better or Worse

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

WARNINGS: Swearing, explicit smut (very vanilla), unprotected sex, heaps of angst, fluff, pregnancy, marriage

DESCRIPTION: Requested by a lovely anon

PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Bang Chan

[18:06] I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me.

He’d done it again.

This was the fourth time this week, and the fifteenth time this month.

Your arm dropped to your side as you looked over the lavish dinner you’d prepared for him, the candles and flowers in the center of the table that you’d gone out of your way to buy for tonight. Steak had always been his favourite, but now it was just another dinner you’d have to throw away. A hopeless gesture of love that he’d never see… just like all the others.

Holding your head in your hands, you sat down at the table, wondering once again how things had gotten this bad. Chan had always thrown himself into his work, and you’d known that when you married him. It was part of what made you fall in love with him. His passion for his music, his dedication to his craft. It was all part of what made him, him. Despite his busy schedule, he’d always been attentive, making sure you knew that you were his first and only priority. He was loving, and so passionate it made your head spin. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

So you found yourself wondering where the man you’d married had gone.

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Kiss Me, Idiot - Hwang Hyunjin Enemies to Lovers au

Requested <3 

I mixed two requests together, and I hope it’s okay/ you guys like it! :)

Warnings: Smut ( a lot of it), Angst, fluff

Hwang Hyunjin, a name you detested. He was your typical bad boy; leather jacket, tight ripped jeans with a chain attached to two belt loops, a dangly earring, a tight necklace dangling from his neck, and unruly messy black hair. He had a smile that could turn any girl’s legs to jelly, and an obnoxious laugh that would echo throughout the whole school. If he’s so perfect, why do you dislike him? Well, he loved to mess with you any chance he got. You were both complete opposites, natural enemies at its best. He was an extrovert that naturally drew people to him, and you were a shy introvert who spent most of her time studying and working. He always walked around with his clique, a group of guys who dressed the same, all extremely attractive and heart throbs. They always had girls approaching and following them around, almost every girl confessing to one of them. Hyunjin was the most popular, along with Chan and Minho. You had a few classes with Felix, who was, oddly enough, incredibly sweet. None of the others liked to torture you. In fact, they were almost pretty normal. But leave it to Hwang Hyunjin to ruin your day. His little teasing sessions were psychically harmless, but man did they piss you off. Not because what he said was offensive, but because they made your cheeks turn red and your stomach start to turn with butterflies and self consciousness.“You’re so easily flustered, it’s almost pathetic.” He said as he leaned in close to your desk in your second class, where he, unfortunately, sat beside you. “Shut it.” You muttered, looking down at the paper you were writing.

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How about where you are hanging out with jungkook a lot and yeonjun gets really jealous and tries to show you who you belong to 🥺

! - oral [face fucking], degradation, spitting, orgasm denial

it’s been a while since yeonjun directed a word at you and from his expression, you can tell he’s far from happy - jaw locked, knuckles white from his tight grip on the steering wheel and chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. you didn’t dare mention it throughout your journey back home but you knew there was something going on that was messing with his head. yeonjun never got this angry and, perhaps, his newly found mood was what prevented you from building up the courage to ask until he was done parking outside his apartment.

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Gentle Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Intro | Part 6 (End)

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Pairing: Werewolf!Johnny X female reader

Warnings: horror, violence, blood and gore, mentions of scars and bruises, angst, supernatural powers, death, profanity, smut (fingering, penetration, breast fondling, dry humping), manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes.

Word count: 12.1K

(A/n: wow wow wowwww this is it you guys! I hope you enjoy the last installment of this fic 🥺 it’s my personal favorite fic that I’ve written so I’m kinda sad to finish it, but thank you all for your continuous support that keeps me going, it’s almost been a year!! Wow! Pls read until the very enddd❤️)

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Yuta was ruthless. He never gave you time to breathe once he attacked you. He’d grab your wrist and kick your chest, sending you into the rough cement in his backyard.

“Do you like being best friends with the floor. Get up and fight. If you can’t take a hit from me, a human, how on Earth do you think you’ll survive a werewolf’s attack?” Yuta looked up at the bright sun while you panted on all fours.

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desperation

fandom: monsta x member/reader: minhyuk , female genre/warning(s): smut, college!minhyuk, idk jealous smut?, face riding length: 3K+ summary: [request] in which some girl flirts with minhyuk and you get jealous. please see full request at the end a/n: hello, it’s been awhile. i’ve lost motivation, but thank god for biases, eh?

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Private Affairs

Pairings: Chan x Reader x Changbin

Genre: Smut/Bodyguard au

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Porn with no plot, pet play, masturbation, pillow humping, threesome, spanking, cum facial,oral, rough sex

“Your dogs can wait outside.” Your distributer spat out.

“They go wherever I go. If you have a problem, big brother, you can ask someone else for your products.” You pursed your lips.

Your brother tsked, not only were you family, but you were quite possibly the only top-rated dealer who hadn’t been caught yet for illegal trafficking of guns and ammunition.

“You know people talk right?” He hissed. You held your glazed face, raising your eyebrows slightly. “They say you’re a whore who fucks her own bodyguards. It’s fucking disgusting.”

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Red Handed

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, threesome, oral (f), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all)

Requested: No

A/N: for my thotracha babes, @channiesmixtape​ & @particularemu​ , bc i love y’all so much (i’m sorry if this sucks, i spit this out as soon as i could)

“Fuck,” you moaned loudly. With your roommates now gone to go see a movie, you had the apartment to yourself, meaning you could be as loud as you wanted.

You’d been watching a show on Netflix when Chan and Minho came walking out of their rooms, dressed unbelievably hot with arms on full display and pants tighter than they should be allowed. You felt yourself grow wet just at the sight as you tried to keep your staring to a minimum, not wanting to give away your attraction towards the two guys. With your eyes on the TV, the boys waved you goodbye, stealing one last glance at them before they shut the door. As soon as they were gone, you ran off to your room, not bothering to shut the door, after all, you were alone.

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-Babygirl-

Warnings: roommates!au, suggestiveness, shirtless Jisung (again), voyeurism (kind of..?), male masturbation, panty kink, implied sexual activity during driving. (Please be safe on the roads! This should never happen irl lol.)

“Jisung? JISUNG!”

The boy in question shot awake, rubbing at his eyes. He looked at you, confused.

You sighed. “You were telling me about the wedding, but you keep dozing off in between.”

“Right, right…” He said, looking like he was struggling to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but it’s so late and I barely got any sleep last night. And…no offense but it’s kind of your fault.”

You nodded sheepishly. You’d spent most of last night under a really hot guy named Hyunjin that you’d met at the club, and was way too caught up in lust to care about your poor sleepy roommate.

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[ 9:13 pm ] the bottle of whiskey nearly slips out of hyunjin’s hand as your thumb brushes over his reddened tip, catching his precum which earns a stuttered groan from him. “i hate you,” he hisses quietly, though his voice is drowned out by the chatter in the living room either way. 

“no, you don’t,” you giggle as you smear precum all over his length that peeks out of his underwear. brows furrowed, he sets the bottle down and squeezes his eyes shut as if to keep himself level-headed. that’s easier said than done, especially when your friends are just one room away and could barge into the kitchen anytime. 

“once this is over i’m going to bend you over the counter and make you regret doing this.” hyunjin warns (too bad it rather comes out as a pathetic whimper), thrusting his hips against your hand to create more friction. a soft moan leaves him when you take his cock completely out of the restraints of his pants and pump him faster. with both hands gripping to the counter as if it were his lifeline and bottom lip between his lips, he turns more lightheaded and struggles to keep his whines low. if anyone dares to come in now, he is fucked. 

“suck it up, you lost the bet after all. besides, aren’t you enjoying this too much, leaking so much whlie our friends are here? how would they react when they realize that you’re mixing their drink as you’re about to come?” his dick twitches in your hold, and a smirk appears on your face. “by the way, don’t forget the manhattan chan asked for.”

remembering that he still has a job to do, hyunjin picks up the bottle of whiskey and quickly finishes the cocktail mix, trying to not spill too much. that however, is a task deemed impossible the moment you focus on his tip again, and he almost lurches forward against the counter. “you’re driving me crazy, i swear,” he pants. but just when he’s about to come, you tightly grip the base of his cock. a choked cry flies past his lips as you continue to deprive him from his release. “the fuck was that for?”

you smile wickedly at him. “beg for it.”

the look he stares you is deadly. because no. “you are fucking done.” gone is the whiny tone, instead replaced with coldness. hyunjin has tolerated a lot up to this point, but you pushed your luck too much with that. he doesn’t mind handing the reigns over to you, but at the end of the day, it’s only so much control that he gives you, and he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s breaking the bet. 

before you can register it fully, he tugs your hand away from him and hides his painfully hard and painfully red cock in his pants before dragging you up the stairs. ignoring the stares your friends are burning at your back as you pass them, hyunjin catches your attention once more. 

“you better beg if you want me to go easy on you.”

Adulthood pt. 2 ~ y.j.g.

Requested: Yes. Here’s what all of your dirty minds wanted. I hope you enjoy it, guys 🌻

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Member: Jeongin.

Jeongin was all over you, kissing you and letting you savour his soft lips once again. Your hunger for him increased, making you sit up and unbutton his shirt without breaking the kiss, pulling it down his shoulders. Your hands roamed down his biceps as he trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hand searching for the zipper of your dress to pull it down and throw it away. As soon as he did, you took the opportunity to scan his body and you bit your lip at the sight, he was way more toned than you imagined. Bare chest, strong arms and defined abs that you were dying to touch. A single chain hanging from his neck and adorning beautifully his cleavage. Jeongin noticed the way you stared at him with dark and hungry eyes, which made him smirk.

“Like what you see, noona?” He asked teasingly. You felt the arousal between your legs becoming almost unbearable in need of his touch, however, you had other plans. 

You stood up from the bed and his eyes followed you. You stood in front of him and pushed him to lay on his back against the mattress before you started leaving wet kisses all over his chest and abdomen, ubuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He looked down at your actions, not daring to stop you as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers. You smirked as soon as his dick landed against his stomach, hard as a rock.

You placed your hand around him and slowly started to pump him, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you got down on your knees. Jeongin moved to support his body with his elbows to get a better sight of you as you started to lick on his tip filled with precum. He bit his lip, his breathing becoming subtle gasps at the feeling of your wet tongue on him.

“N-noona.” He breathed as you moved your hand up and down. You didn’t say anything in return, but slid his dick into your mouth, sucking on it gently and gaining a whimper from him that just made you want to please him even more. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He grunted, throwing his head back for a second before he looked back at you.

You hummed in response, the vibrations making him start to let out moans and to reach out to tangle his fingers in your hair. You hollowed your cheeks, licking from the shaft to the tip and then pushing him against the back of your throat, your hand taking what your mouth was unable to. He finally let himself lay on his back, still throwing his head back against the pillow and involuntarily bucking his hips against you, making you gag a little.

His pretty moans filled the room and made it almost impossible for you not to come right there and then. You bobbed your head and pulled back to catch your breath before you sucked and licked a bit more of his tip. Jeongin felt his climax approach and that’s when he decided to pull you away gently, helping you to stand up.

“I never thought you’d be this good to me, noona.” He said, his lips brushing against yours. “So good to me. I’ll be good to you as well. So good that even when you sleep you’ll be yearning to have me inside you.” He said before he crashed his lips with yours again. His tongue played with yours as he unhooked your bra and started squeezing your breasts gently, making you moan against his mouth this time. His hand roamed down until he met with the waistband of your panties, parting lips with you just for a second to pull them down and throw them away, leaving the both of you completely naked and burning against each other.

Jeongin reattached his lips to your neck, licking and sucking gently but hard enough to leave purple marks again. His hand cupped your womanhood before his long fingers started moving between your folds, up and down before it finally started rubbing on your sweet button.

You moaned, tangling the fingers of your right hand in his black silky locks, and the other one grabbed on his wrist that ran over your slit.

“You’re so wet noona.” He breathed against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “Who made you like this, hm?” He asked, brushing his lips against your jaw.

“You did.” You responded. “I’m soaking for you.” You breathed.

Jeongin moved his hand and brought it to your mouth. You opened it and he placed his two fingers inside, making you suck on them.

“You’re so hot.” He said. “I want you to be mine, and only mine, noona.” He added, moving his hand back down, but this time sliding his two large fingers on your entrance. You gasped and arched your back at the sudden pleasure. He started moving his fingers in an out of you, feeling you clench quickly around them.

“Take me, Jeongin.” You moaned.

“What did you say, noona? I think I didn’t hear you.”

“Make me yours, please. I want you.” You pleaded. He finally stopped kissing on your neck and stood up, pulling back his fingers. You looked up at him, panting, his eyes were darker than ever as he brought his fingers this time to his own lips and licked them clean, not breaking eye contact with you.

Holy shit. He was a total demon.

“You’re sweeter than I thought, noona.” He spoke. “I’ll make sure to eat you out soon, but right now I just want you around me.” He added, standing in front of you and spreading your legs open for him before he stopped and looked around the room.

You frowned.

“What is it?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

You smiled.

“I’m on the pill.”

That was all you needed to say to have him positioning himself at your entrance right after. He grabbed his cock with his hand and pushed himself inside you, letting out a soft groan along with your moan. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started thrusting slowly, his hands landing on one of your breasts and squeezing it, his thumb playing with your sensitive but as he supported his weight with his other arm. 

“Fuck, noona. You’re so tight.” He growled, making you buck your hips against him to meet his thrusts, gaining more moans from his mouth. You clenched around him, the sound of his moans made your body burning hot.

“Harder, please!” You begged, digging your nails on his biceps. 

He complied. His thrust became stronger and faster, making you both a moaning mess. Jeongin started kissing on your neck again until the pleasure was too much that he couldn’t concentrate anymore. Filthy words and praises started leaving from his mouth against your ear, along with some curses and his hot way of pronouncing your name. You had never been so glad to have loud music downstairs before.

“I want you to ride me.” He whispered. His words sending shivers down your body and reaching your core. That being said, he grabbed you by the waist and switched your positions, leaving you on top of him. You wanted to look at his beautiful face sumerged in bliss. You wanted to watch his face when those pretty moans left his lips, and that’s what made you enjoy the idea even more since he had been in charge for a while. He looked at you with hooded eyes, chest raising up and going down in pants. Legs at both sides of his hips as you grabbed his dick and put him back in, pushing yourself down. He gasped and placed his large hands on your hips, helping you to rock them and ride him just perfectly to hit the right spots. You supported yourself with your hands on top of his chest, taking a smooth pace. 

“Noona, shit. You take me so well, you feel so good.” He grunted, moving his hands to grab your breasts and squeeze them as you kept riding him. Whimpers leaving your mouth an teeth sinking on your lips as you enjoyed the view underneath you.

When he started to get closer to his high, he started moaning louder. His eyes pressed shut and his beautiful and swollen lips agape. The expressions and sounds he made took you to the edge.

“I’m so close baby, so close.” You breathed.

“Cum for me, noona. All over me.” He mutters, seconds before coming all over him. The feeling of your walls tightening around him was all he needed to reach his peek, releasing his warm milk inside of you along with a husky groan. Your movements became sloppy and he thrusted against you to help you both to ride out of your highs. 

Exhausted, you collapsed on top of his now sweaty chest. He wrapped his arm around you as he tried to catch his breath. You looked up at him, melting as soon as he smiled and his dimples showed up. And oh my gosh, was he beautiful. He was the prettiest human you had ever seen, not to mention that his aftersex look made him at least a thousand times hotter and prettier.

“I’m so in love with you, noona. That was the best sex I could ever have.”

You smiled tiredly, brushing his bangs away from his forehead with your fingers, placing a kiss on his lips.

“You made me feel amazing.” You responded. “I’m all yours.”

He cupped your face with his hands, pecking your lips.

“All mine.”

The sunlight entered your bedroom straight through your window, hitting your closed eyes and waking you up. You stretched your body and turned your head, eyes landing on your boyfriend’s silhouette. He was peacefully sleeping on his back, a hand resting on his torso and his head slightly turned towards you. His steady breathing caused the perfect rythm on his chest, going up and down slowly.

You turned your body to lay on your side, supporting your body with your elbow and your head with your hand. You stared at him lovingly, he was so incredibly beautiful so effortlessly. His skin was glowing with the rays of sun, looking soft like a porcelain doll, velvetish and tempting to the touch.

A smile formed on your lips, feeling an overwhelming wave of love filling your chest at the memories from the night before. Now that you had come to terms with the way you felt, you realized your feelings for Jeongin were a lot stronger that you would’ve thought.

You moved your left hand and brought it to his hair, stroking it gently and brushing his bangs to the side with your fingers. Your touch was as subtle as possible, trying not to wake him up.

“I never knew I could feel this much.” You whispered, smiling as you admired his existence. “Turns out you ended up awakening my feelings and now I feel like I’m head over heels. What am I supposed to do now that you’re laying beside me and I still can’t get enough of it?” You added. Your voice was quiet enough for only you to hear. Your heart burning inside your chest, you were shocked by how fast things had changed.

Surprisingly, a smile formed on his lips. Your brows furrowed together until he opened his eyes and looked at you. Before you could say something else, he sat up and hovered over you, cupping your face with his hands. A beautiful grin adorned with his dimples was covering his face, his eyes turned into little crescent, glowing moons.

“Hi, noona.” He smiled, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I can’t get enough of you either. Don’t worry, if there’s someone head over heels here, that’s me. There’s no world around me, the only thing I see is you.”

You felt the blush covering your cheeks and your stomach doing flips. You placed your hand on top of his, moving it ever so slowly to caress his arm as well. A big smile forming on your lips, biting the lower one in a failed try to stop yourself from smiling.

“Since when are you awake?” You asked. 

He hummed, looking away like he was deep in thought.

“It’s been a while.” He confessed, looking back at you. “But you know what? I’m glad I didn’t say anything.” He continued, placing a kiss on top of your nose. “I love you, noona.” He added.

You sucked air between your teeth as you cupped his face as well.

“I love you too.” You admitted. “You’re so pretty, fuck.” You added, making him chuckle before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a warm kiss.

You two kissed, smiling and chuckling in between kisses. Sparks going all over your body, until you heard the door slammed open.

“Noona, do you know where Je-” You heard Felix’s voice coming from the entrance of your room, startling the both of you and making Jeongin jump off you.

Felix’s eyes widened in shock, but it didn’t compare to the horror in yours and Jeongin’s face.

“Felix, why don’t you knock the fucking door?” You shouted covering yourself with the white sheets.

“What the fuck is this?” Felix asked, ignoring your question as he looked at the both of you, especially Jeongin who was now standing in his underwear next to the bed, then he shook his head. “Hell no. I’m out.” He said, turning around and storming out of your room.

Jeongin looked at you with concern. You sighed.

“I think we better get dressed and meet downstairs.” You said. Jeongin nodded in agreement.

You stood up from your bed and washed up, dressing in a pair of shorts and a random top you found on your closet. When you made your way downstairs, Jeongin was leaning against the doorframe of the living room, with a not so happy Felix sitting on the couch without looking back at him.

“I tried to talk to him, but he doesn’t want to listen.” Jeongin said to you. You rubbed his arm gently and offered an apologetic smile at him.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him and we can meet later, okay?”

Jeongin gave you a small smile and a nod, leaning down to place a soft peck on your forehead before he grabbed his stuff and walked out of the house.

You turned your attention back to your brother, taking a deep breath and entering the room to stand in front of him.

“This is not the way you were supposed to know.” You said, arms folded in front of your chest.

“Know what? That my best friend was fucking my sister?” He said, not looking back at you as he scrolled on his phone.

“Gosh Felix, don’t be so vulgar. It’s not like that.” You said, sitting on the empty spot next to him. He looked up and cocked a brow at you.

“Two people naked on the same bed, one of them all over the other one, hands roaming down their bodies…” He hummed. “Yeah, I think that’s exactly how it is.” He continued. “Since when do you like him? You’ve been rejecting him since I can remember.”

You sighed.

“I… I always liked him, Felix. I was just trying to deny it to myself.”

He frowned.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me? Did I have to find out this way? Was it necessary?”

You shook your head.

“It all happened yesterday…”

He looked at you, brows still furrowed until realization hit him.

“Yesterday?” He asked. “Fuck, I left you two alone.” He said, running his palm on his face before he looked at you dead in the eyes. “Noona, did he force you or something?”

“Felix, what the fuck? Of course not!” You assured. “You’re talking as if you didn’t know him.” You continued.

“It’s just… So sudden. I don’t know what to think.”

“Felix…” You grabbed his hand between yours, smiling. “Jeongin has been the sweetest with me. He would never hurt me.”

“Yeah, I mean… He’s been in love with you since forever.” He agreed, looking down at your hands.

“Then don’t you think he deserves a chance? Or would you rather having me dating someone else who none of us know if I’d get hurt by?”

He shook his head.

“No… I know he would treat you right. I’m just mad that you never told me how you felt. You always treated him like a brother and now it seems like everything was different. I was fooled because you didn’t trust me. You both hid this from me.”

“I’m sorry about that… Like I said, I hadn’t even faced my own feelings either, until last night.” You repeated. “I really like him… I want to date him, be with him.”

Felix looked at you and sighed.

“If that’s what makes you happy, then okay.” He said. “Although this means he’s going to be your favorite now.”

You grinned, wrapping him in a tight hug. You turned your head and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be silly, you will always be my baby brother. I love you and that’s never gonna change. Besides, he’s not my brother, he’s my boyfriend. You should go and talk to him, let him know that it’s all good.”

He rubbed your back.

“Will do.”

You pulled back and stood up from your seat, ready to go and make breakfast.

“Oh, and next time make sure to lock the door. I’m going to have nightmares.” He said before you exited the room.

“Why nightmares?”

“I don’t want to think that my best friend is fucking my sister.”

“Oh and he’s so good at it.” You teased. His face scrunched up in disgust.

“Oh god, please stop.” He said, feeling goosebumps. “That’s gross.”

You bursted into laughter as he walked to the door to leave.

Jeongin and Felix were now sitting on a bench at the park. None of them saying a word or making eye contact. 

“I’m sorry.” Jeongin finally said. “I just want you to know that I don’t plan to be just a one night stand for her.”

Felix turned his head to look at his friend.

“You better not.” He warned. “I hope you treat her right.”

Jeongin smiled.

“You know better than anyone how much I like her.” He said. “I would never do anything to her other than give her love.”

Felix smiled back.

“Then it’s all good for us. I guess we need to find another thing to tease you with.” He chuckled, making Jeongin laugh as well.

“As long as you never mention the room incident…”

Felix shook his head.

“Don’t mention it, I really want to erase that from my mind.”

Jeongin laughed and stood up, Felix did as well.

“Thank you, bro.” Jeongin said, extending his hand.

Felix smiled, accepting his hand and shaking it, giving him a quick hug with a palm on his back.

“It’s all good now, brother.”

That’s how the two made their way back to your house, joking around like nothing happened. You heard the door cracking open, making you stand up and peek your head on the doorframe. Jeongin grinned at you as soon as he saw you, and you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, caressing your lower back as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Felix clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“You’re acting as if you haven’t seen each other in a week.”

You turned your head to look at him and stuck your tongue out, making Jeongin chuckle.

“Envious jerk.” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just don’t do filthy stuff in our couch. I’ll take a nap. See you later.” He said, waving goodbye and making his way upstairs.

You looked into Jeongin’s eyes, poking his dimple with your finger.

“You’re seriously so pretty.” You said. “Even prettier than me.” You added, pouting.

Jeongin chuckled.

“No one is prettier than you, my noona.” He assured. You smiled and tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing your lips against his.

“I’m sorry for taking so long to accept you.” You said against his mouth. “I’ll make sure to repay you all the wasted time.”

He kissed you back. Once. Twice. Thrice, feeling him smile against your lips. He was so happy he couldn’t believe it was actually real. The girl of his dreams had finally paid attention to him, and he would make sure to always show you how proud he was that you were his.

“Don’t worry, noona. It was worth the wait.” He said, making your heart melt and causing you to start showering his face with kisses, both of you chuckling.

You regretted making him suffer for so long. He was perfect and you were sure you could never get tired of him. Your boyfriend.

Fixation

Pairing: Top!Chan x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Blowjobs, Oral Fixation, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Come Swallowing, Come Swapping, Slight Daddy Kink

There was nothing that felt better, nothing that could entrance you more than where you were right now; desperately sat between Chan’s spread legs, his cock pressed all the way into your mouth, the tip angrily stabbing at the back of your throat. He used his hands to grip tightly onto your hair, pulling when you licked along his length, tracing the bulging veins with your tongue. And when you pull off, attempting to breathe, he’d fuck his dick back into your mouth, relishing in the sound of you gagging. This was your favorite game to play and his to control. 

Chan had noticed before you did. It had only started small, biting your nails or sucking on things like pencils, pens, straws or popsicle sticks. Then you began to suck on the TV remote or sucking on your thumb like a child. However, nothing was out of the ordinary to you so you continued your routine as normal while Chan observed. But as time would tell, the objects kept getting absurd and Chan finally brought it up when he came home from work to find you on the couch, fingers dripping in drool and bleeding sightly as your teeth dug small nicks into the flesh. The sound of him gasping had snapped you out of your hypnotic trance and you pulled your fingers away, staring at him blankly. He sat beside you and questioned you about it, surprised when you mentioned that you weren’t really aware of the habit occurring. He reassured you it would be okay and he would be there to help. So that night you both ordered take-out and brought your laptops out to do extensive research. 

An ‘Oral Fixation’ is what they called it. It wasn’t a bad thing and seemed pretty common and unharmful but Chan did make a good point that you were borderline committing cannibalism. You both erupted in laughter and spent the rest of the night drunk on the couch, kissing as cheesy romcom movies played in the background. 

Everything was fine at first and your fixation hadn’t caused any troubles; That was until the need for something more grew. Chewing gum or sucking pens didn’t feel as good anymore and you felt a craving for something bigger, something better. You didn’t want to bother Chan with your problems despite him wanting to help you with it, so you did your best to ignore the feeling while simultaneously searching for another object. 

It was a complete accident at first. Chan had come home stressed out and the circles surrounding his eyes were darker than ever. He plopped down on the couch next to you and tossed his head back, hands coming to rub along his face. Neither of you spoke for a while and you just stared at him, watching as he became lost in his train of thought. It was then that you just stood, clumsily sliding in between his spread out legs and falling onto your knees. He hadn’t registered your shift in positions until you were grabbing his belt to unbuckle it. He opened his lips to say something but you shushed him and smiled. 

“If you want me to stop then tell me, but if it’s anything else then save it. Let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” 

He nodded slowly and not long after you were deep-throating him to the best of your abilities, choking as he fucked up into your mouth, groans echoing in the small living room. When he finally came down your throat, grounding his hips into your face, you realized this was exactly the object you were looking for. God, were you truly fucked.

You stayed silent about your newfound discovery, trying to hide it but it was increasingly hard as you felt the need to initiate more blowjob sessions. Chan was started to put the puzzle pieces together and soon he had connected the dots. So here you two were again, another living room meeting about your fixation. He mentioned his theory and your face bloomed red as you ashamedly admitted he was right. He chuckled and told you it was okay and if it was what you needed or wanted then he had no objections. You still felt embarrassed slightly but he kept reassuring you with soft words and before the night was over he had fucked the embarrassment right out of you. 

And now, here you were present day, his cock nestled between your lips as you glanced up at him with teary eyes. He cooed and traced over your cheek with his thumb, pushing the plush flesh in slightly. You whined and swallowed around him, pleased to hear a guttural groan escape from him.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. You like daddy’s dick so much, don’t you? You’d probably die without it.” He teased, slightly rocking his hips and you nodded, moaning loudly as you attempted to bob your head. He pulled tight on your hair to stop you, tsking softly. “You know better, baby girl. Don’t make daddy mad or you’ll go without his cock for the rest of the week.” The threat was clear and well-meant and you shook your head the best you could, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you brokenly sobbed. Chan only smiles sickeningly sweet, eyes playful as he pulls your head back slowly. His cock pops free and you immediately try to suck it back in, tongue rolling out in a last desperate attempt. 

“It’s pathetic, really. Who would’ve known you’d become such a slut for my dick. It’s all you ever want, huh? You just want me to keep fucking your pretty mouth, filling you up with all my of my cum.” His words are cruel and the mocking tone in his voice has you rubbing your thighs together, frenetically searching for any form of release. He laughs in your face, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. “What do you want, baby girl? Entertain daddy.” 

A gasp came before any words, broken and whiny. “P-please daddy, please fuck my throat. I’ve been your good girl, please I need it. I can’t live without your cock.” You lean closer, eyes wet as you feel his tip brush against your lips. 

“I guess you’ve been good. Keep being good for me, yeah? Open up, darling.” You quickly follow suit, mouth wide and inviting as he slowly slides back in to the hilt. You let out a straight-up pornographic moan, eyes crossing as he immediately begins to pull out, pushing back in roughly. The pace he sets is quick, erratic and so intoxicating. Every sense is clogged with Chan, Chan, Chan. It’s all you can breathe and feel. 

Chan is unforgiving in his thrusts, his grip on your hair causing a sharp throb to pound over your mind but you only moan, the pain amplifying the pleasure. You close your eyes but a heavy slap against your cheek has them opening wide, staring up into his own. “Eyes open, slut. Look at me.” You can tell he’s trying to maintain his calm, controlled exterior but the telltale signs of him losing it are clear as day, especially as his hips struggle to keep his steady pace. 

The room is filled with wet sounds and moans, loud and so very exhilarating and the noises only egg you both on, the whole filthiness of the situation so intense and wild that you can’t help but let out the loudest whine. And completely unstimulated, your eyes are rolling back, coming undone underneath Chan. When you’re finally back on Earth, Chan is holding your head between his hands and with one final thrust, he’s burying himself completely down your throat and releasing. His cum floods your mouth, coating every inch of it and you sputter around it, the liquid seeping out around his dick. You whimper quietly as he slowly begins to pull his softening cock out.

Before you can swallow his load, Chan is falling to your side, kissing you so passionately and pushing his tongue between your lips. You moan as you feel him licking around your mouth, his throat swallowing down his own come and your spit. It’s so filthy but so hot and you cling onto him, clambering into his lap as he grabs your ass with both hands. He pulls back slowly, gazing into your eyes with a smirk on his lips. “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me, baby. I swear.” His voice is nothing but a whisper, delicate and cracked. You giggle instead of responding, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head against his chest. And truly, there was nothing that felt better, nowhere that felt safer, than being here with Chan. 

M.List

-Bang Chan-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Felix

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Felix

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Minho

-Lee Know-

Punishment (hard dom!Minho)

Fever (bestfriend!Au, college!Au, roommates!Au) 

His Kitten (dom!Minho, hybrid!reader)

Pool Party (jealous!Minho)

Soft Blurb 

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Chan

-Changbin-

Under The Table (exhibitionism)

-Hyunjin-

Icecream (suggestive)

A French Morning (morning sex)

MoonStorm (superhero!reader, supervillain!Hyunjin)

-Han-

Moaning In Your Sleep 

-Felix-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Chan

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Chan

-Seungmin-

coming soon

-I.N-

coming soon

-Multiple Members-

Free Rent 1 (all members)

Free Rent 2 (all members)

To Sub or Not To Sub (Chanlix)

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 (Chanlix)

The Box (Free Rent 3) (Minchan)

smut

y.j.g + fem!reader

fully dom!Jeongin, protection used, loud reader

“He’s not experienced, he can’t be. He’s only eighteen” you scoffed, waving it off.

“Jeongin?” Chan giggled, “oh trust me, he’s definitely experienced enough”

Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly, sipping on your favorite drink as you regretted thinking that Jeongin was a virgin. 

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