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Let’s start the year off right
pairing: ex boyfriend to lover!jaehyun x fem!reader
genre: smut, angst
wc: 1,8k
warnings: groping, fingering, oral (female receiving)
a/n: hey Autumn @smileyerim ! I hope you enjoy this fic for the secret santa event!! 💖 I’m really sorry I was sooo late 😭😭 hope you had an amazing holiday season and you enjoy this!!
“What about him?”
Sliding further into the couch, you sigh at your friend pointing at yet another prospective victim. He was tall, and cute, yet the way he was holding his drink gave you an ick you couldn’t shake off. The new year’s party you were currently at was full of them, in fact. The hallway overflowed with single men your age, almost like a pretty boy factory, all of them not quite fitting your piece of the puzzle.
“How many times do I need to tell you? Even if he is into me, I’ve completely forgotten how to flirt!”
“Well if you never practice, how the hell are you gonna get out of your dry spell?”
“Just sit here and wait for the universe to send someone my way?”
“Hey, you can’t refuse to take a risk, and also pester me all night about how horny you are. You gotta pick a struggle.”
You groan at his remark, your frustration growing bigger. The boy you were looking at sends you a smile, and you hope he doesn’t invite himself over.
“It’s not that it’s just… I’m gonna have to ask him for his name, and his work, and his friends, then his family… all for it to possibly not work out in the end.”
“Building a relationship of any kind takes time, y/n. It’s not like Santa is gonna fall from the chimney with your new year’s kiss!”
As if rehearsed, someone barges through the front door right then, magnetizing everyone’s eyes on him at once. The stranger in a bright red Santa costume has his head fallen, warm brown locks swinging as he pants heavily.
“Sorry I’m late! Your elevator’s broken.”
“Not a chimney, but close enough”, your friend mumbles, amused, before gasping as the other man finally stands up straight. You could have recognized those dimples anywhere.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Good to see you too”, the stranger responds to your not-so-subtle observation, though he wasn’t much of a stranger anymore. He was no other than your ex, the one you’ve so skillfully managed to avoid for months, until Fate decided to bring you back together right before the year changed and you’d decide to change with it. He seemed eager to aid Fate, confidently striding towards you and Mark, before ungracefully sprawling himself onto the tiny couch next to you.
“Nice outfit”, you sigh, trying to inhale as little of that cologne you got him for your last anniversary that made your knees turn to jello.
“You always told me I look good in red”, he retorts quickly, witty as ever. “My friend’s kid threw a party and they were looking for a Santa.”
The explanation mellows you out a little, appreciating the reason behind the ridiculous attire.
“Anything you want to ask for from Mr. Claus?”, he jokes, “What do you wanna get for Christmas?”
“Fucked”, Mark deadpans, and manages to escape your chokehold right on time.
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Let’s start the year off right
pairing: ex boyfriend to lover!jaehyun x fem!reader
genre: smut, angst
wc: 1,8k
warnings: groping, fingering, oral (female receiving)
a/n: hey Autumn @smileyerim ! I hope you enjoy this fic for the secret santa event!! 💖 I’m really sorry I was sooo late 😭😭 hope you had an amazing holiday season and you enjoy this!!
“What about him?”
Sliding further into the couch, you sigh at your friend pointing at yet another prospective victim. He was tall, and cute, yet the way he was holding his drink gave you an ick you couldn’t shake off. The new year’s party you were currently at was full of them, in fact. The hallway overflowed with single men your age, almost like a pretty boy factory, all of them not quite fitting your piece of the puzzle.
“How many times do I need to tell you? Even if he is into me, I’ve completely forgotten how to flirt!”
“Well if you never practice, how the hell are you gonna get out of your dry spell?”
“Just sit here and wait for the universe to send someone my way?”
“Hey, you can’t refuse to take a risk, and also pester me all night about how horny you are. You gotta pick a struggle.”
You groan at his remark, your frustration growing bigger. The boy you were looking at sends you a smile, and you hope he doesn’t invite himself over.
“It’s not that it’s just… I’m gonna have to ask him for his name, and his work, and his friends, then his family… all for it to possibly not work out in the end.”
“Building a relationship of any kind takes time, y/n. It’s not like Santa is gonna fall from the chimney with your new year’s kiss!”
As if rehearsed, someone barges through the front door right then, magnetizing everyone’s eyes on him at once. The stranger in a bright red Santa costume has his head fallen, warm brown locks swinging as he pants heavily.
“Sorry I’m late! Your elevator’s broken.”
“Not a chimney, but close enough”, your friend mumbles, amused, before gasping as the other man finally stands up straight. You could have recognized those dimples anywhere.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Good to see you too”, the stranger responds to your not-so-subtle observation, though he wasn’t much of a stranger anymore. He was no other than your ex, the one you’ve so skillfully managed to avoid for months, until Fate decided to bring you back together right before the year changed and you’d decide to change with it. He seemed eager to aid Fate, confidently striding towards you and Mark, before ungracefully sprawling himself onto the tiny couch next to you.
“Nice outfit”, you sigh, trying to inhale as little of that cologne you got him for your last anniversary that made your knees turn to jello.
“You always told me I look good in red”, he retorts quickly, witty as ever. “My friend’s kid threw a party and they were looking for a Santa.”
The explanation mellows you out a little, appreciating the reason behind the ridiculous attire.
“Anything you want to ask for from Mr. Claus?”, he jokes, “What do you wanna get for Christmas?”
“Fucked”, Mark deadpans, and manages to escape your chokehold right on time.
“Hey Mark could you please go get yourself a drink in the kitchen? And stay there?”
A wicked smile stretches across the younger boy’s face.
“Oh, I see, I see. You want me to leave you two alone”, he hums, entertained, and you decide not to swear at him at hopes he leaves you alone faster. Jaehyun’s breath that suddenly tickles your ear makes you jump in your seat.
“If you sit on Santa’s lap and ask nicely, maybe your wish will come true.”
Kissing your teeth in annoyance, you press the back of your palms to your cheeks, blaming the hotness of your face to a non-existing headache.
“I think I’m having an allergic reaction to your jokes.”
“I thought you liked my humour?”
“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you tell him honestly, and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. You notice some redness around his chin, probably from the fake beard he must have had on earlier, and you’re reminded at how easily his skin flares up. Your mind time-travels at all those times you saw his pale skin as a canvas, leaving marks in shades of pink and purple, and you’re so desperate to keep your mind off the thought of your teeth sinking into his neck that you’d talk about anything at this point.
“How’s work?”, you ask a bit awkwardly, regretting the question as soon as you see him tense up. Maybe the reason why you broke up in the first place isn’t the best conversation starter.
“Good. I’ve learned to manage my time a bit better. To spend time with the ones I loved. Wish I could’ve done that sooner.”
The small yet intentional jab leaves a dull pain somewhere deep in your guts.
“I’m happy for you.”
“You are?”
“Yeah”, you nod, earnestly, “I know how hard you work. You deserve your success.”
“Thank you”, he manages to choke out, his eyes a little watery, though it could have been due to tiredness. He passes you both a glass full of a fizzy alcoholic drink, and the bubbles in your tongue soothe you a little.
So you take a few more sips, just enough to let yourself enjoy the warmth Jaehyun’s body emits next to you, enough to snuggle up to him a little. You talk, and talk. About your life, about the mutual friends you both had to become distant to after your break up, about the little habits that you used to share. And it feels nice. So nice that when he asks you for a dance, you don’t even think to scoff in incredulousness.
You scan the room for any prying eyes, only to find everyone preoccupied in the own little universe rather than yours. Jaehyun’s palm is big and inviting as he stretches out his arm towards you and you take it, recognizing that the song that started playing moments ago, was the one you used to call as “yours”.
“Can I be honest with you?”
He spins you slowly around him and the room spins with you, the effects of the champagne evident on his rosy cheeks. Your hands play with the soft fabric of the ridiculous costume that he’s somehow pulling off.
“Please”, you whisper, trying to catch a breath as your chests connect in the crescendo of the chorus.
“I’m not sure what to do with all these feelings for you.”
You stumble on your toes a little, stepping on the corner of his shoe. Your attempt to voice out an apology gets fizzled out when you realize he’s hanging on the tip of your tongue for a response to his confession.
“You still have feelings for me?”
“You don’t?”
His hands move awkwardly from their place on your waist, and you feel like your heart is going to break if he moves even an inch away from you.
You glance at the clock. 10 minutes to 00:00.
Screw it. You can’t wait that long.
Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him down into a kiss. The forceful movement makes his red hat drop to the floor yet he doesn’t seem to care. He presses his lips against yours harder, moving them slowly as the song fades out into another. Big hands bring you closer, resting right above your ass. You can’t help but silently ask him for your kiss to deepen, sliding the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip. He gladly shares a french kiss with you and when you suck on his tongue lightly, a trick you knew how much he loved when you were together, he lets out a groan that vibrates you both.
You’re not sure where he’s leading you but you follow him, hands travelling across his collarbones as you feel your back getting pressed against a door. His face gets buried in the slope of your neck, sucking at your skin until your legs give out. You can practically feel his devious smirk as he prepares his joke inside his head.
“So. Have you been naughty, or nice?”
“Shut up, Jaehyun.”
You knock on the door behind you (that belonged to the apartment’s only bathroom, apparently), and after getting no answer from the other side, you pull Jaehyun inside with you.
You barely manage to lock before your ass is on the cool sink, your skirt getting pulled up to the top of your thighs. You let your fingers wander past the elastic of his boxers, following the path of his happy trail.
“You first”, he moans, and gets on his knees in front of you. He inserts his middle and then his ring finger, establishing a pace that is both leisurely and sinfully wonderful. And when his lips find your clit, you’re finally reminded of how well he knows what makes your toes crawl; he can play you in the palm of his hand. The sounds of him kissing and slurping echo in the small bathroom, but you can't beg him to stop when you're also struggling to control your moans. You get dizzy from the sensation of his tongue sucking on your pussy and the soft pads of his fingers stroking your walls, and you start digging your nails into the marble in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from falling over.
You can faintly hear the distant cheers of the other party goers from the living room.
“...three, two, one. Happy New Year!”
You bite your fist to stop yourself from making a sound as your orgasm strikes you like a wave, yet that wouldn’t be the end for Jaehyun. He firmly lays one hand on your hips, cupping your left boob with the other. Stars dance over your vision as he continues to lap up on your arousal, sucking on your swollen nub until your whole body starts to shake in overstimulation.
He finally mercies you, pupils blown out from the unadulterated arousal as he gets up on his feet and you take his place on the floor. His cock is pressing desperately against the velvet fabric of his pants, and you’re ready to return the favor when a loud knock on the door startles you.
“Get out already! Some people have to pee!”
You have no choice but to laugh at the other party, straightening out your clothes in silence. You were on your way to the door when you feel Jaehyun cupping your jaw, leaving a surprisingly soft kiss on your raw lips.
“I don’t want the night to end now. Wanna get out of here?”
You smile.
“Sure. Let’s go do something fun. You know what they say; whatever it is you’re doing on the first day of the year, you’ll end up doing for the rest of it too.”
“Guess I’ll have to do you, then.”
It was your turn to kiss him now, yet the intention behind yours felt much heavier.
“Let’s start the year off right.”
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hey it's your secret santa again! do you have a preference of which bias you want to read for? I have a general idea already but I want to make sure this is something you'll really enjoy reading :)
-santa 🎄
hii! my ult bias is johnny but I will definitely enjoy reading for any of the biases that I have put down in the application. So it's up to you, don't worry!!
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Could you please tag me, for the following parts of this stunning story?
I will!! Thank you so much <3333
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Hello miss Angel :) it’s your secret Santa here! I was told your favorite tries are enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, and idiots to lovers. What’s the appeal of each for you?
(I’ll use the tag🎄 so you know it’s me lol)
Hi secret santa!! I’m so excited for this project and I hope my tastes won’t bother you in writing something for me too much ❤️❤️❤️
Well I would say that all three have a common concept: denial. You’re comfortable with how things are and don’t want to change them until your feelings consume you and you admit defeat. And that defeat is what allows you to put your guard down and finally surrender to your lover.
For enemies to lovers it’s accepting someone so different from you, and going through the internal struggle of being attracted to someone you never thought you would (hate is only a hair distance away from love anyways 😉) Also, personally, I only debate someone who I feel is worth fighting with (aka have some fundamental respect for) and a good debate can be very stimulating
For friends to lovers, it’s taking the scary leap knowing that your friendship will never be the same again. The ‘aha’ moment when you realize that everything you’ve been looking for has been under your nose the entire time. Having a best friend and partner all in one (it’s the best)
For idiots to lovers, I just enjoy the level of humor one can add to the fic (I write romantic comedy mostly as well) Not only is it fun to put the characters in positions where it is nearly impossible not to admit feelings for the other (yet they somehow manage to) and frustrating the reader at the same time (which makes them ending up together all the more satisfying)
I hope something from allll this inspires you to write something. And if not, don’t think about it too much!! I know I’m gonna love it!! ❤️❤️❤️
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GASTON??????!?!????!???
NAURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
you had your moots as princesses now do moots as villains 😩
@raibebe is maleficent because she's the hottest Disney villain, and you can't tell me otherwise! Especially the live action movie... also the misunderstood villain who is just doing bad things because that's what people expect seems about par for the course (affectionately)
@slightlymore is the Evil Queen from Snow White because idk vibes? I don't know how to describe this one but it's vibes (witchy-ness?)
@horanghoe is Ursula because again vibes? I think it's the witchy-ness again? idk vibes are it again... maybe also the villain who's bad because everyone decided that's how they should act
@moonctzeny is Gaston again vibes idk what to tell you 💀
@kthpurplesyou gives me queen of hearts vibes idk how else to explain this I'm sorry 🥲
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this might be a cultural/commercial vs homemade thing bc in many countries, it seems that lemonade is just lemon juice + water (which is how my mom does it too), but commercial lemonade (like commercial iced tea) tends to have a lot more added sugar. my favourite commercial lemonade is from an organic juice brand, and it's technically a lemon juice/white grape juice blend, probably with some added water. very good.
Personally, that’s my favorite lemonade
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Hey can i be added to the art of seduction taglist? Its so good
thank you! ❤️ I just added you 🥰
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trick or treat beloved? 😈 /giggles in raccoon mischief
BABYYYYY
I’m so lateeeee 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕
trick? 😭😈
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Hello, I am a new follower and I wanted to know what has happened with the series “the art of seduction”? Are you still doing it or is it on pause, sorry but I don't know and I LOVE THE SERIES.
hi there! I’m still planning on finishing the series, however I’m working full time on top of being a PhD student, so as you can imagine I have very little time to sit down and write, especially on a story with an intricate plot like TAOS. The remaining chapters will take some time to be posted, but I just want to put out something of quality instead of rushing. I feel so bqd for making you all wait 😭😭😭 I have started re-reading the original book to get more inspired hopefully!
#i’m so sorry everyone but I really have zero free time#I really want to finish this series for the sake of the time you all spent on this story#even if it’s the last thing I’ll post on this blog#anon 💌
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Pls add me in the tag list thank youu 🥺🥺
hey!! I just added you 🥰🥰
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my library of favorites <3 all creds to authors
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JOHNNY NEW TATTOO?!??!?!?????
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kun + food play
pairing: kun x fem!reader
genre: smut
wc: 497
warnings: foodplay, nipple play, oral(female receiving)
It was a Saturday night tradition. You and your boyfriend would scour the internet for the most delicious looking recipe, try your best to recreate it, then enjoy the sugary outcome of your joined efforts. Currently, you’re going through step two, finishing up your batter as Kun makes fun of your stirring skills once again.
“We should probably taste it before we put it in the oven”, he suggests, and your eyes immediately light up in mischief.
“Here”, you offer boldly and quickly dip your finger in the chocolate liquid, spreading the batter messily over his lips. You laugh at his disappointed face and even manage to take a picture, before he grabs the phone right out of your hands.
“Clean it up right now”, he orders you sternly, yet his softened eyes give him away.
“Aye, chef.”
You pinch his chin, pulling him closer, until your faces are only an inch apart. Your tongue swipes over his lips, collecting the sweet cream, before slipping it inside his mouth as you bring him into a kiss. He deepens the pressure, chasing after the sweetness, and turns you around until your lower back presses against the edge of the kitchen table. You sit on it with his help, stabilizing yourself over the flat surface, and don’t complain in the slightest as he starts to take off your clothes.
“Lay down”, he tells you and you listen, shivering when your bare back comes in contact with the cold wood. Even more goosebumps errupt over your skin when he smears some of the batter over your chest. Then your navel. Then some more over the softest part of your upper thighs.
You can only moan his name when he leaves kitten licks over your nipples, cleaning you up. He sucks his way down your stomach, making you squrirm, and you feel yourself melting when he starts getting closer to your pussy.
After what feels like forever, you finally feel his tongue where you need him most, your legs resting on his shoulder as he makes you moan louder and louder. Your breathing gets sharp when he starts to draw all kinds of pretty shapes over your clit, teasing your opening with his eager fingers.
He’s been working you open for quite some time when the pad of his index finds your g-spot, applying pressure on that same spot by sucking your raw skin between his swollen lips. Your orgasm washes over you suddenly, blinding you, and you desperately try to make your legs stop shaking, yet you can’t.
The sight of your boyfriend emerging from between your thighs panting, hair all messy and chin wet is enough to make you horny all over again.
“This is probably very unhygienic.”
“Mmm too bad”, he teases, hiding your smile in the hollow of your neck. A squeal escapes you when he sinks his teeth in your skin, his weight pushing you to lyt down over the table again. “I’m not full yet.”
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kun + food play
pairing: kun x fem!reader
genre: smut
wc: 497
warnings: foodplay, nipple play, oral(female receiving)
It was a Saturday night tradition. You and your boyfriend would scour the internet for the most delicious looking recipe, try your best to recreate it, then enjoy the sugary outcome of your joined efforts. Currently, you’re going through step two, finishing up your batter as Kun makes fun of your stirring skills once again.
“We should probably taste it before we put it in the oven”, he suggests, and your eyes immediately light up in mischief.
“Here”, you offer boldly and quickly dip your finger in the chocolate liquid, spreading the batter messily over his lips. You laugh at his disappointed face and even manage to take a picture, before he grabs the phone right out of your hands.
“Clean it up right now”, he orders you sternly, yet his softened eyes give him away.
“Aye, chef.”
You pinch his chin, pulling him closer, until your faces are only an inch apart. Your tongue swipes over his lips, collecting the sweet cream, before slipping it inside his mouth as you bring him into a kiss. He deepens the pressure, chasing after the sweetness, and turns you around until your lower back presses against the edge of the kitchen table. You sit on it with his help, stabilizing yourself over the flat surface, and don’t complain in the slightest as he starts to take off your clothes.
“Lay down”, he tells you and you listen, shivering when your bare back comes in contact with the cold wood. Even more goosebumps errupt over your skin when he smears some of the batter over your chest. Then your navel. Then some more over the softest part of your upper thighs.
You can only moan his name when he leaves kitten licks over your nipples, cleaning you up. He sucks his way down your stomach, making you squrirm, and you feel yourself melting when he starts getting closer to your pussy.
After what feels like forever, you finally feel his tongue where you need him most, your legs resting on his shoulder as he makes you moan louder and louder. Your breathing gets sharp when he starts to draw all kinds of pretty shapes over your clit, teasing your opening with his eager fingers.
He’s been working you open for quite some time when the pad of his index finds your g-spot, applying pressure on that same spot by sucking your raw skin between his swollen lips. Your orgasm washes over you suddenly, blinding you, and you desperately try to make your legs stop shaking, yet you can’t.
The sight of your boyfriend emerging from between your thighs panting, hair all messy and chin wet is enough to make you horny all over again.
“This is probably very unhygienic.”
“Mmm too bad”, he teases, hiding your smile in the hollow of your neck. A squeal escapes you when he sinks his teeth in your skin, his weight pushing you to lyt down over the table again. “I’m not full yet.”
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