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omg, about kinktober... Have you thought about Skz Hyunjin and dollification kink? like Hyunjin dressing up reader, doing their makeup, drawing them, just treating them like a muse and then ruining them completely being all rough and dominant? 🥲

I like it a lot. Falling a bit behind with kinktober but i will try to get to this one!

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I am really trying to get back here, but so much has changed

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Mr Riot Update coming soon.

#bts jimin #bts mafia fic #park jimin #park jimim #mr riot #mafia jimin au #jimin mafia #split personality jimin #split personality

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A Mate's Call || VMIN-OC (3)

Genre: f, s, a

Summary: Taehyung finally finds his safe place.

Pairing: Human!Taehyung × Alpha!Jimin × Alpha!Saie (OC @mintaes )

Warnings: little space, puppy space, MxMxOC

A loud laugh escapes her lips as she watches Taehyung's enthusiastic reaction to Jimin. She peeps over from the side silently, letting her boys have their moment. Looking at her mate's face right now, she no longer felt that crushing weight of missing him so much as she fondly watches them talk to eachother. 

"It's so obvious who his favourite parent is already, isn't it baby?" She fake pouts glancing between Taehyung and Jimin. "Tell your Daddy how Mommy is treating you with pizza and everything tonight. He's missing out on a lot!"

“Mommy, don't be sad.” He says softly and reachesout to grab her hand. “You are my favourite.” He admitts quietly, so Jimin won't hear him. Taehyung cheeks were dusted with a blush at the smile he has received from his caregiver.

“Why not me?” Jimin asks, looking at him with a pout on his lips.

“Because mommy will give Tae Tae milk.” The answer is deliveredimmediately with a wide grin. “Mommy's milk the best.” He adds, not knowing that what she meant earlier was a cup of milk.

Her triumphant smile after getting him to admit he loved her more instantly drops at Taehyung's words as she stares up at him in surprise. She turns to Jimin to see if she heard right. "Mommy's milk— Taehyungie, I... baby, what do you mean by that?" She asks him slowly despite the panic coursing through her. Did he really mean what she thought he did? Because she won't be able to give him milk cause she wasn't nursing any pups. 

But then again, she and jiminy did adopt him as their pup. Will get biology work that way just because she's already started to think of him and treat him as her own? She looks at Jimin, wondering silently if he'd have an answer for it.

“Taehyung. Sweetie, look at me.” Jimin says, somehow sensing the panic that start growing in his mate's chest even when he is being miles away. “Mommy needs time. She's just adopted you, and I am sure mommy's wolf will be ready really soon to take care of you. For now, though, you have to be a big boy for daddy, ok? Big boys drink milk from their cups.” He says, thinking about what he just said. Is it even possible for her wolf?

Taehyung nods eagerly.

“Ok baby. I think it is your nap time now.” Jimin comes up with the nap idea suddenly, hoping that the pup won't protest and will let him speak to Saie. “Daddy will still be here when you wake up TaeBear.” He says softly, watching the brunette get more comfortable. Jimin starts humming a melody with which he comes up at the spot, to help Taehyung fall asleep.

She watches on as Jimin handles the situation better than her and even manages to put him to sleep with the new lullaby. Once Taehyung's breathing slows down and he seems to be fully asleep, she takes the phone and looks into Jimin's worried eyes. "I didn't know he'd want to be suckled when I told him puppies drink milk, Jimin. What do I do now?" She helplessly glances because between herself and her wolf, they wanted to give their new pup everything he wants, even her milk.

“Baby, don't worry. First, I want to know if you want to do this.” Jimin looks at you, not wanting to force you into anything. The second Taehyung said he will be breastfed, his mind was clouded by thousands of inappropriate thoughts.

Jimin is known for being a pretty open-minded alpha who enjoys trying new things. It would have happen sooner or later with how fast Jimin grew intrest in new kinks but not only. Simply, Jimin loves to experiment. However, he is still an alpha. An alpha who is not on good terms with his other side, so sudden outburst of possessiveness are also a common thing for him.

Her answer comes in a heartbeat. "He's my pup! Of course, I want to give him everything he wants. More than me, my wolf wants it too..." She moves a hand to hold her chest, it’s feeling heavy like never before. "I think she's got into her mind that she has to provide for our pup. My breasts are sore already."

She has never experienced this before but had heard about it from other female wolves. Pups were a rarity in their species, each mated pair having only one or two in their entire lifetime. So every time there's an orphaned or abandoned youngling, the female wolves never hesitate to bring them up as their own.

“Jagi-ya, are you sure?” Jimin asks, his voice filled with worry. He has never heard of a she-wolf undergoing such a sudden shift in her body. His pupils are delighted as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Can you go to a doctor, please? Today. I am really worried about you now.” He whines. Different emotions envelop his heart as he reminds himself that he can not go home just yet. “Just to make sure it's safe for you and our babyboy.” Jimin explains, hugging a pillow to his chest.

“I want to go home. Want to be with you two.” He adds after a while, scenting the pillow to comfort himself.

When she hears the genuine worry in her mate's voice, her wolf scuffles inside to comfort him immediately. "I'll go see Eunmi Unni before going home then!" She promises Jimin immediately, Eunmi was Jin's mate and a doctor too. She was only glad they were friends cause she knows there will be no judgement from her at adopting a human pup. 

"And I'm sure." She assures Jimin, looking at him earnestly. "I've always wanted your pups Jimin. I'm not surprised my wolf reacted so quickly to provide for our baby... I want you home too. I miss you so much!" Especially now when she was doing something she never did before, she wanted her mate's comforting presence next to her.

“I know we have just adopted him but don't you think he would be a good omega for us?” Jimin asked, trying to change the topic and take her mind of the thought that he is not there.

Ever since he came into contact with Taehyung, his wolf would not shut up about how perfectly the sleeping boy would fit among those two Alphas. He would help them keep their balance and also make a great lover. At the intrusive thought, Jimin's chest starts rumbling.

Does it count as cheating?

Noticing Jimin's deflection, she puts the phone in its stand as she begins driving towards Eunmi's place while still talking to Jimin. "Omega? Maybe when he'd be a little more grown-up. I want it to be his choice. Not something he wants to do just to make us happy." She softly tells her mate while she looks over at Taehyung's sleeping form fondly. He must have been really tired after such an exciting and emotionally exhausting day.

“I won't force him into anything, just... He can be our little omega. If he wants too, of course.” Jimin declares, glancing at Taehyung and the adorable pout on his lips while sleeping.

“You can leave the phone here and go see the doctor. I will talk to Taehyung when he wakes up.” Jimin offers, closing his eyes slowly as the pillow under his chin became more inviting. “Or not. Take him too. He needs a check-up.” He decides quickly, sitting up on his bed.

Bidding goodbye to Jimin at his suggestion, she parks the car before gently rousing Taehyung from his sleep. "Baby, wake up!" Her fingers ruffle through his hair, making him open his eyes as he blinks up at her. Getting the seatbelt off him, she explains why they're there at a hospital to not spook him when they go inside. "We're here to see Mommy's friend, babybear. She's a doctor and she'll make sure both of us are healthy, hm? I'll be with you throughout the checkup, let's go Tae."

#bts jimin #park jimin #jimin #jimin scenarios #taehyungie #kim taetae #kim taehyung #vmin angst #bts vmin #bts rp #bts scenarios #bts roleplay

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Mr Riot

Mafia!Jimin - Tongues

For the past two months, you did not get a glimpse of your kidnapper/savior. He spent his time outside the house, came back only to sleep in his bed, and the next day before the sun got to shine he was out.

You tried to escape, of course, but the ground surrounding the mansion was endless and only once you have reached the edge of it. Somehow, his men always knew which direction you took off.

You were locked in your room with the kind lady who took care of your nails, since Mr Riot did not trust you with sharp objects. The language barrier was still there, so you were communicating with her by gestures. She brought her equipment along with a tray on which she had two mugs and biscuits.

She did your nails into a cute, round almond shape. Not only that, but she kept them in a natural pinkish color. You have bowed your head before she was asked to leave your room.

It was two months since you saw him and even if your hand were shaking with fear whenever your eyes met, the fact that you were here without, when anybody could break in and take you away, terrified you. You could not wrap your head around it. How someone can make you feel terrified and safe at the same time?

Later that day, you went to the kitchen in search for something to eat. You did not expect to find him, sleeping on the couch. He was in his leather jacket and combat shoes. The black gun he carried with him everywhere was now on the coffee table.

If you move quick enough, there is a chance to...

Your perfect plan of freeing yourself went to hell the second his phone started to buzz. Jimin sat up quickly, startling you.

His eyes were on you instantly as he blindly reached for his phone. Jimin answered it without checking who's calling and even was talking, his eyes were on you. You did not understand a thing. First, the language was completely different from what you tend to hear in the club. Second, the pace he spoke was way too fast.

While you were looking at him, you have noticed the dark circles under his eyes or how pale his complexion has become. His cheeks were no longer full, his jawline became sharper. Your eyes moved down to his neck, which was covered in an awful looking bruise.

"Stop ogling." Jimin said, bringing you back to reality. He was no longer on the phone, and his hands were tucked in his pocket. It took you a solid minute to realize that for the first time you understood what he said.

"You- you-"

"Yes, darling. I was not wasting my time and learned your language." Jimin got up and start walking your way.

#jimin scenarios #bts jimin #park jimin #jimin #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #jimin mafia #mafia jimin

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Anymore for me. Riot?

Right now I am working on a one-shot for Changkyun, and have 0 ideas for Mr. Riot. But! Once something new drops with Jimin maybe I will get inspired ✨️

#monsta x #changkyun #im changkyun #admin answers

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Pretty and Perfect (+18) || San

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, abo

Pairing: San × reader

Word count: 2,247

A/N: I really do not know how to sum it up.

You pushed Shiwoo away, breaking the kiss. The feeling of his lips still present even after you swept off the wetness of your lips. “We can not do that. I am with San now, Woo. If you hadn't left, and you stayed here instead… We would be together.” You explained, holding one hand out to keep him at a safe distance. Your wolf was confused. There he was, the Beta that made you feel safe and loved, but did not have enough time to spend with you. Shiwoo found you when you needed a hand to hold and a roof above your head.

It was the worst break-up you have had to go through. Even though you did not spend much time together, his kindness and your desire to finally belong somewhere, were enough for the bond to start forming.

“Jag-” Shiwoo tried to argue, taking your face in his hands as the door to the apartment opened. All the heat from the kiss you shared a couple of minutes ago, disappeared.

“Am I interrupting something?” San dropped his bag next to the door as he entered the apartment. The keys fell out of his hand when he realized what he just walked into.

“And that was the best face massage,” you exclaimed, taking Shiwoo's hands off of your face. “Thank you!” You added, pushing his hand away, the same way, breaking the last straw of their bond.

San was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. The gray t-shirt was soaked right in the center of his chest, which only confirmed the fact that he was at the gym. His scent was strong, filled with pheromones as he tried to mark his territory. He moved to the side, glaring at the taller man who was slowly making his way toward the door.

"Thank you, petal." Shiwoo whispered, looking into your eyes before he stepped outside the apartment. You smiled softly at the pet name you grew fond of through these years. The lock made a sound, and you were left alone with an angry and hurt boyfriend.

“Hey, kitten,” you said with a shy smile, taking tiny steps toward him. He looked intimidating with the way his lips are pressed together in a thin line. It was inappropriate to act so childishly, but it was not up to you. The longing was finally gone and your wolf as well as you were no longer confused about all these emotions you had for both men. Shiwoo finally has become a memory and San was here. You brought your hands up to cup his face, seeing how tight he was clenching his jaw.

“Don't kitten me. Who was that guy? Did you two...” He asked, avoiding your hands as he gestured with his own. San was hurt, and the pain of betrayal was even more evident in his scent, now that the Beta was no longer with you.

“Oh! No! No! No! No! He just kissed me.” you explained as if it was nothing, closing the distance between them. You could finally breathe. The bond was now completely gone, no longer in the way of the new one that you have started to feel not so long ago.

“You did what?!”

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You were sitting on the washing machine with your mouth open wide, while San brushed your teeth. Your cheeks were red, eyes puffy from all the crying. You have explained yourself right after you realized that the bond was gone.

San was aware of your situation, and also knows that a wolf can not just stop having feelings for another wolf if they have created a connection. He knew from the very beginning that your previous relationship and how close you were, is still affecting you.

He did not mean to yell at you, but the scent of a different wolf all over his girl drove his wolf crazy. Even if you only shared a kiss and held each other, he was an Alpha. An Alpha who has never felt the bond before and his soon-to-be-mate was covered in a Beta's scent.

“I am going to brush your fangs now, can you show them to me?” He whispered, holding your jaw gently as he waited for you to bare your teeth. “Good girl.” He praised, pecking you on the nose. San reached for the small jar with your favorite lip scrub mask and applied it. His thumb was gently rubbing the cream against your bottom lip, not so subtly, trying to get rid of the scent that did not belong to him.

San helped you with the skincare routine before helping you to bed. You were clinging to him like a koala. After the intense exchange of opinions and gallons of tears later, you had no strength left to argue with him about the shower and teeth brushing. You did not want to. San was an understanding person, but still an Alpha. And on top of that, he was a pup in terms of relationships. You are his first girlfriend, first date, first kiss, his first 'I love you'.

“I am sorry,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he got comfortable, laying flat on his back with you clinging. You held onto his arms as he squeezed his hand between your thighs. Your body temperature is always running a bit higher than it should, and San was the complete opposite.

“I already forgave you.” San looked at you, playing with the edge of the shirt you were wearing, with his free hand." I may sound a little bit rude right now. I know that we did not discuss the courting process yet, so I should not be talking about it, but I am happy that there is finally space for our bond to form.” San confessed and kissed your forehead as his hand ran up and down your bare thighs.

"Courting?” you sat up immediately, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden movement. “You - you want to court me?”

“Of course! I thought my intentions were clear.” His lips were twisted in a downward smile as his eyes reflected the moonlight that fell into the room through the open curtain.

“Yes! I want to mate with you!” You lent back to get a better look at your boyfriend. San's hands immediately gripped your hands to keep close. The moment your wolf realized what the Alpha just said to you, you lost the filter. “Please, mark me yours.”

“JAGI!” He whined, feeling the heat in the pit of his stomach. “You cannot just say that! We have to get through the gift stage first, and then there is that claiming and lovema-.”

“What?! So I have to wait? How long is it going to take? Can't you just knot me now!?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side as you made big puppy eyes.

You have moved your hand up to his neck, fingers playing with the silver necklace that's locked around San's neck.

“You need to rest.” He decided and moved back to his previous position.

He was right. You both needed to rest, it was a long day, but the confession that just took place made you want to be closer than just holding onto his arm. You straddle his hips and pressed your chest against his, letting him nose at your neck.

You smelt different. The cherry-flavored scrub mask was still lingering on your lips, but your scent in general was different.

It was this kind of smell that San can not get enough of. The scent does not last long in his nostrils or memory, but it is so good that San wants to stay in this position forever. You smell like home, like love and happiness.

“San… your - you smell...” you did not get to finish the sentence when you felt San's tongue pressed flatly against your scent glands. You have tilted your head to the side, yearning for more, as you did the same to his neck.

“God, you smell so good, Jagi-ya.” He whined, pressing you closer to him. His hand held tight onto you as your hand ran up and down his back, trying desperately to get rid of all the space between you.

“S-San. Stop it. We c - can't.” You placed your palms on top of his shoulder and pushed yourself away. “Sannie... Baby. Breathe.” You mumbled a bit, worried about your lover. His pupils are delighted, cheeks red, and lips were swollen from all the heavy make-out he had with your neck. His eyes were glowing with a green hue, sharp fangs grazing his bottom lip. His black hair was spread over the white pillows.

“I want to claim you so bad, Jagi-ya. I want to feel you, mark you, make you mine.” He growled, trying to lift himself up. A small smile tugged onto the corner of your mouth when you saw how worked up he was. “You... You little minx.” He huffed.

“I know, Sannie. I am sorry, I was just teasing you. I did not know you are so sensitive to my scent.” You apologized, caressing his cheeks to help him relax, so he would not clench his jaws so hard. It was a habit of his, chewing on the inside of his cheek whenever he felt overwhelmed.

“We can not mate, yet.” Just the one word and San's whole body was trembling at the thought of being so close to the only person his wolf deemed perfect for him.

“Sh… Sh… I know, baby. Let me help you, ok?” You asked, putting your hand on his tight, dangerously close to his crotch. When he nodded, giving you permission to do whatever you planned on doing, you slipped your hand into his pants, and the rings around your finger drew a hiss out of him. He helped you pull the waistband past his hips. You rubbed your hand up and down against the underside of his semi-hard cock. "You will get to touch me once you come, ok? One of us should stay focused, so we wouldn't do something stupid."

San hid his face in the pillow, as his hips began rutting against your hand. It has been so long since the last time you did something like this. Most of the time, you try to avoid such situations for the sake of your tradition. He was desperate and needy.

The perfectly carved muscles in his thigh tensed every time your thumb rubbed over the tip of his length. You could nor tear your eyes away from them, feeling how your panties gradually got wetter.

He was still new to all this, plus the fact that you both wanted to wait till the courting is over makes it more understandable why he is so responsive. San does not like to touch himself without you knowing about it or being the one who triggered him to do it. He is your inexperienced Alpha Pup and the feeling of guilt is still present after he finishes - he told you some time ago.

"Such a good boy." You whispered, pushing his tee up to get a look at his abs. "Pretty boy." You add, wrapping your hand around him. You did not have the heart to tease him anymore, so you have started off with a fast pace. The way his body was responding to each move of your hand was entrancing. His hands were gripping onto the sheets on each side of his hips as he moaned into the pillow.

"You look so beautiful, Sannie. Squirming underneath my touch." You could not stop praising him. Everything about him, in this state, was perfect in your eyes. "You are close, huh?" You did not expect an answer, since you simply could read it off the way his body bent when he desperately tried to last longer. His abs flexed as the heat in the pit of his stomach threatened to spill.

"Don't hold back, love." You lent forward, lowering yourself onto your elbow, so your lips were inches away from his red cheek. You lift your hips off his thighs as your hand keeps pumping his length.

He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust his hips into your grip as it came undone, moans mixed with growls as his fangs broke through the pillowcase material. It was maddeningly difficult for San to stop himself from turning his head and sinking his fangs in your neck. His heart was hammering against his chest as he tried to catch air into his lungs.

“That’s it, my pup.” You whispered as you let go of his cock. In moments like this, you could not help yourself but admire your work, releasing calming pheromones that contained a hint of dominance. Since you were a Beta, you owned both strong Alpha and delicate Omega scents. As much as you enjoyed taking care of your boyfriend and exaggerating power over him, there was nothing better than the scent he releases when it is the other way around.

“You are such a Mommy.” He chuckled, once the tension finally allowed him to unclench his jaw. Voice soft, as if you did not just make him cum all over himself. “So caring… Now it is my time to take care of you.” His tone has dropped a couple of octaves, sending shivers down your back.

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happy birthday, taehyung! ♡ (december 30, 1995) - insp

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O n e s h o t s

↳ Pretty&Perfect

Pairing: San x Reader ABO

Synopsis: Jealous Pup San

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

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Pretty and Perfect (+18) || San

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, abo

Pairing: San × reader

Word count: 2,247

A/N: I really do not know how to sum it up.

You pushed Shiwoo away, breaking the kiss. The feeling of his lips still present even after you swept off the wetness of your lips. “We can not do that. I am with San now, Woo. If you hadn't left, and you stayed here instead… We would be together.” You explained, holding one hand out to keep him at a safe distance. Your wolf was confused. There he was, the Beta that made you feel safe and loved, but did not have enough time to spend with you. Shiwoo found you when you needed a hand to hold and a roof above your head.

It was the worst break-up you have had to go through. Even though you did not spend much time together, his kindness and your desire to finally belong somewhere, were enough for the bond to start forming.

“Jag-” Shiwoo tried to argue, taking your face in his hands as the door to the apartment opened. All the heat from the kiss you shared a couple of minutes ago, disappeared.

“Am I interrupting something?” San dropped his bag next to the door as he entered the apartment. The keys fell out of his hand when he realized what he just walked into.

“And that was the best face massage,” you exclaimed, taking Shiwoo's hands off of your face. “Thank you!” You added, pushing his hand away, the same way, breaking the last straw of their bond.

San was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. The gray t-shirt was soaked right in the center of his chest, which only confirmed the fact that he was at the gym. His scent was strong, filled with pheromones as he tried to mark his territory. He moved to the side, glaring at the taller man who was slowly making his way toward the door.

"Thank you, petal." Shiwoo whispered, looking into your eyes before he stepped outside the apartment. You smiled softly at the pet name you grew fond of through these years. The lock made a sound, and you were left alone with an angry and hurt boyfriend.

“Hey, kitten,” you said with a shy smile, taking tiny steps toward him. He looked intimidating with the way his lips are pressed together in a thin line. It was inappropriate to act so childishly, but it was not up to you. The longing was finally gone and your wolf as well as you were no longer confused about all these emotions you had for both men. Shiwoo finally has become a memory and San was here. You brought your hands up to cup his face, seeing how tight he was clenching his jaw.

“Don't kitten me. Who was that guy? Did you two...” He asked, avoiding your hands as he gestured with his own. San was hurt, and the pain of betrayal was even more evident in his scent, now that the Beta was no longer with you.

“Oh! No! No! No! No! He just kissed me.” you explained as if it was nothing, closing the distance between them. You could finally breathe. The bond was now completely gone, no longer in the way of the new one that you have started to feel not so long ago.

“You did what?!”

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You were sitting on the washing machine with your mouth open wide, while San brushed your teeth. Your cheeks were red, eyes puffy from all the crying. You have explained yourself right after you realized that the bond was gone.

San was aware of your situation, and also knows that a wolf can not just stop having feelings for another wolf if they have created a connection. He knew from the very beginning that your previous relationship and how close you were, is still affecting you.

He did not mean to yell at you, but the scent of a different wolf all over his girl drove his wolf crazy. Even if you only shared a kiss and held each other, he was an Alpha. An Alpha who has never felt the bond before and his soon-to-be-mate was covered in a Beta's scent.

“I am going to brush your fangs now, can you show them to me?” He whispered, holding your jaw gently as he waited for you to bare your teeth. “Good girl.” He praised, pecking you on the nose. San reached for the small jar with your favorite lip scrub mask and applied it. His thumb was gently rubbing the cream against your bottom lip, not so subtly, trying to get rid of the scent that did not belong to him.

San helped you with the skincare routine before helping you to bed. You were clinging to him like a koala. After the intense exchange of opinions and gallons of tears later, you had no strength left to argue with him about the shower and teeth brushing. You did not want to. San was an understanding person, but still an Alpha. And on top of that, he was a pup in terms of relationships. You are his first girlfriend, first date, first kiss, his first 'I love you'.

“I am sorry,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he got comfortable, laying flat on his back with you clinging. You held onto his arms as he squeezed his hand between your thighs. Your body temperature is always running a bit higher than it should, and San was the complete opposite.

“I already forgave you.” San looked at you, playing with the edge of the shirt you were wearing, with his free hand." I may sound a little bit rude right now. I know that we did not discuss the courting process yet, so I should not be talking about it, but I am happy that there is finally space for our bond to form.” San confessed and kissed your forehead as his hand ran up and down your bare thighs.

"Courting?” you sat up immediately, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden movement. “You - you want to court me?”

“Of course! I thought my intentions were clear.” His lips were twisted in a downward smile as his eyes reflected the moonlight that fell into the room through the open curtain.

“Yes! I want to mate with you!” You lent back to get a better look at your boyfriend. San's hands immediately gripped your hands to keep close. The moment your wolf realized what the Alpha just said to you, you lost the filter. “Please, mark me yours.”

“JAGI!” He whined, feeling the heat in the pit of his stomach. “You cannot just say that! We have to get through the gift stage first, and then there is that claiming and lovema-.”

“What?! So I have to wait? How long is it going to take? Can't you just knot me now!?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side as you made big puppy eyes.

You have moved your hand up to his neck, fingers playing with the silver necklace that's locked around San's neck.

“You need to rest.” He decided and moved back to his previous position.

He was right. You both needed to rest, it was a long day, but the confession that just took place made you want to be closer than just holding onto his arm. You straddle his hips and pressed your chest against his, letting him nose at your neck.

You smelt different. The cherry-flavored scrub mask was still lingering on your lips, but your scent in general was different.

It was this kind of smell that San can not get enough of. The scent does not last long in his nostrils or memory, but it is so good that San wants to stay in this position forever. You smell like home, like love and happiness.

“San… your - you smell...” you did not get to finish the sentence when you felt San's tongue pressed flatly against your scent glands. You have tilted your head to the side, yearning for more, as you did the same to his neck.

“God, you smell so good, Jagi-ya.” He whined, pressing you closer to him. His hand held tight onto you as your hand ran up and down his back, trying desperately to get rid of all the space between you.

“S-San. Stop it. We c - can't.” You placed your palms on top of his shoulder and pushed yourself away. “Sannie... Baby. Breathe.” You mumbled a bit, worried about your lover. His pupils are delighted, cheeks red, and lips were swollen from all the heavy make-out he had with your neck. His eyes were glowing with a green hue, sharp fangs grazing his bottom lip. His black hair was spread over the white pillows.

“I want to claim you so bad, Jagi-ya. I want to feel you, mark you, make you mine.” He growled, trying to lift himself up. A small smile tugged onto the corner of your mouth when you saw how worked up he was. “You... You little minx.” He huffed.

“I know, Sannie. I am sorry, I was just teasing you. I did not know you are so sensitive to my scent.” You apologized, caressing his cheeks to help him relax, so he would not clench his jaws so hard. It was a habit of his, chewing on the inside of his cheek whenever he felt overwhelmed.

“We can not mate, yet.” Just the one word and San's whole body was trembling at the thought of being so close to the only person his wolf deemed perfect for him.

“Sh… Sh… I know, baby. Let me help you, ok?” You asked, putting your hand on his tight, dangerously close to his crotch. When he nodded, giving you permission to do whatever you planned on doing, you slipped your hand into his pants, and the rings around your finger drew a hiss out of him. He helped you pull the waistband past his hips. You rubbed your hand up and down against the underside of his semi-hard cock. "You will get to touch me once you come, ok? One of us should stay focused, so we wouldn't do something stupid."

San hid his face in the pillow, as his hips began rutting against your hand. It has been so long since the last time you did something like this. Most of the time, you try to avoid such situations for the sake of your tradition. He was desperate and needy.

The perfectly carved muscles in his thigh tensed every time your thumb rubbed over the tip of his length. You could nor tear your eyes away from them, feeling how your panties gradually got wetter.

He was still new to all this, plus the fact that you both wanted to wait till the courting is over makes it more understandable why he is so responsive. San does not like to touch himself without you knowing about it or being the one who triggered him to do it. He is your inexperienced Alpha Pup and the feeling of guilt is still present after he finishes - he told you some time ago.

"Such a good boy." You whispered, pushing his tee up to get a look at his abs. "Pretty boy." You add, wrapping your hand around him. You did not have the heart to tease him anymore, so you have started off with a fast pace. The way his body was responding to each move of your hand was entrancing. His hands were gripping onto the sheets on each side of his hips as he moaned into the pillow.

"You look so beautiful, Sannie. Squirming underneath my touch." You could not stop praising him. Everything about him, in this state, was perfect in your eyes. "You are close, huh?" You did not expect an answer, since you simply could read it off the way his body bent when he desperately tried to last longer. His abs flexed as the heat in the pit of his stomach threatened to spill.

"Don't hold back, love." You lent forward, lowering yourself onto your elbow, so your lips were inches away from his red cheek. You lift your hips off his thighs as your hand keeps pumping his length.

He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust his hips into your grip as it came undone, moans mixed with growls as his fangs broke through the pillowcase material. It was maddeningly difficult for San to stop himself from turning his head and sinking his fangs in your neck. His heart was hammering against his chest as he tried to catch air into his lungs.

“That’s it, my pup.” You whispered as you let go of his cock. In moments like this, you could not help yourself but admire your work, releasing calming pheromones that contained a hint of dominance. Since you were a Beta, you owned both strong Alpha and delicate Omega scents. As much as you enjoyed taking care of your boyfriend and exaggerating power over him, there was nothing better than the scent he releases when it is the other way around.

“You are such a Mommy.” He chuckled, once the tension finally allowed him to unclench his jaw. Voice soft, as if you did not just make him cum all over himself. “So caring… Now it is my time to take care of you.” His tone has dropped a couple of octaves, sending shivers down your back.

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HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY, KIM TAEHYUNG! (insp) December 30th, 1995

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happy birthday, taehyung! ♡ (december 30, 1995)

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This is so sweet and cute and Yeosang-like. I can't 🫣🤭

brother's best friend kang yeosang x reader - friends to lovers, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, crying

18+

Yeosang’s room was warm. If it weren’t for the small fan in the corner of the room whirring away on the floor it would’ve been almost unbearable. Not that you would’ve minded much. You loved Yeosang’s bedroom and always had since the first time he’d let you inside. Correction: he hadn’t really let you inside that first time (he and your brother were too busy playing FIFA on his TV) but when he caught you sneaking inside he hadn’t kicked you out either, just asked if both of your parents were making too much noise downstairs and smiled when you groaned out a ‘yes’. Then he’d gone back to the game, letting you sit on his bed to watch them play.

You were twelve at that time, him and your brother just a few years older than you, and you’d been fascinated with his room. He had the kind of posters on his walls that you’d seen in bedrooms belonging to Hollywood movie teenage boys, various band logos and horror movie villains plastered on his walls alongside reminders to finish his homework and empty the dishwasher. It had at the very least always been different from your room and most likely cooler than your brother’s (not that you could know for sure since he never let you in there), which was always more than enough to pique your interest. As you got older, it became your hideout too.

When Yeosang hosted parties you were the only one who was allowed to sneak a friend or two into his room and have drunk conversations on his bed. When you needed help with your assignments and your brother was being a bitch about helping you, Yeosang sat you at his desk and painstakingly explained the parts that even he had to Google. Whenever you’d fallen out with someone or had an argument with your parents or had come back from college parties too tipsy to go home, Yeosang’s room was always your refuge. Yeosang was first and foremost your brother’s best friend but he’d always made an effort to be your friend too, and so you were used to seeking out his room (and him) when you wanted somewhere comfortable to stay.

Which was why you were here now, sniffling and crying into his pillow while the stuffy summer heat managed to seep through his drawn curtains. His room had changed over the years, of course, most of his old posters torn down and various high school paraphernalia (science awards and class pictures and cheap medals from sports days) replaced with stacks of CDs and horror novels, because he still tried to be cool like that. Even with all the changes his bedsheets still had the same boring chequered pattern and were still washed with the same fabric softener, so that if you pressed your face hard enough into the pillow you could pretend you were eighteen again and sleeping off a bad hangover while he finished assignments at his desk.

The illusion didn’t last particularly long, with the bedroom door opening to reveal a flustered looking Yeosang holding a glass of peach iced tea (your favourite drink circa ten years ago) and a can of Redbull for himself. His face turned pink when he saw you, pushing the door shut with his hip and setting the drinks down on his desk with a sigh.

“You’re still crying?” he asked, frowning when you sat up and wiped at your face with your hands. “Wait, I’ll get you tissues. You know Wooyoung would laugh at you, right?”

“That’s why I didn’t go to him,” you whined, thanking him sheepishly when he threw a box of tissues in your lap. He watched you dry your cheeks with that same flustered look on his face, handing you the glass of iced tea as soon as you were done as though to prevent you from sniffling or sobbing any more.

“It’s just some gross college kid. I bet he doesn’t even clip his toenails,” he tried to reassure you. He’d never seen a picture of your boyfriend before, let alone met him, but once he’d heard that you’d been dumped he was immediately convinced that every insult in the book was warranted. It had been annoying when you’d first arrived but his dedication to the whole thing was admittedly amusing now. “How much you wanna bet he doesn’t wipe his ass every time he goes to the toilet? I bet he’s failing all his classes too.”

You snorted into your iced tea and looked up at Yeosang.

“You said that about the guy I dated in high school y’know,” you told him, which made him roll his eyes.

“It was deserved. Probably. Give me the glass,” he said, holding his hand out and smiling when you handed it to him. Once he’d safely set it aside, he let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I lie next to you?”

You nodded, flopping back down onto the pillow that was still damp with your tears and shutting your eyes when the mattress beside you dipped and Yeosang settled down. Your habit of coming to him when you were going through a break up was an odd coping mechanism, you’d admit, but he had been right. Your brother would’ve laughed his ass off at you if he saw you moping around the house, endlessly teasing you in a (terrible) attempt to cheer you up. Yeosang’s room was the best place you could think to go, it just so happened to be that he was home alone today and not busy in the slightest.

“Hey,” Yeosang startled you out of your thoughts, reaching over and squeezing your forearm. “Don’t get hung up on it, okay? You’re cool and clever and all that sappy stuff, don’t worry whether some guy likes you or not. It sucks seeing you cry, especially over shit like this.”

You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t help the way more tears started to well in your eyes at the sound of his words. Yeosang was always so gentle and caring with you, and the sincerity in his words and the way his thumb was rubbing back and forth against your arm filled your stomach with butterflies so aggressive that you started to sniffle all over again.

“Oh God,” Yeosang whispered, making your face burn.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, bringing your hands up to hide the fresh tears that were rolling down your face.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure you. You could practically hear the frown in his voice and the thought of it drew a sob out of you. “No, look- c’mere, okay? Come here.”

You let yourself be manoeuvred so that your head was laying on his chest, which was warmer than you’d expected thanks to the heat, and let him wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight. When you inhaled he smelled just like the fabric softener on his bed sheets and you relaxed into the familiar scent, pressing your face down against him and hugging him back just as tight.

“Fucking waterworks,” he mumbled, raising a hand to rub the back of your neck gently. His fingertips kneaded at the muscle there, reminiscent of a cat kneading at a blanket with its paws. The feeling was pleasant and your sobs quickly died down even as tears kept wetting Yeosang’s t-shirt. “Okay baby. Don’t cry anymore, okay? You’re fine. He’s just a stupid guy.”

“He’s not stupid,” you replied on instinct, even though you wholeheartedly agreed with Yeosang. For a moment he was quiet and you thought your words might’ve been too muffled for him to hear, but then his hand moved to rub up and down between your shoulder blades and he clicked his tongue.

“He is. I’m older than you, I know better,” he said firmly, a phrase he had started to employ only after hearing your brother use it on you several times when you were all in high school.

“I’m too old for the age card. Not even Wooyoung does that anymore,” you mumbled, which made him laugh. Despite yourself, the feeling of his chest shaking with each laugh made you smile.

“I’m always going to be older, I can use it whenever I want,” he said, giving you another tight squeeze. You just nodded, enjoying how warm he was even though the room was already too hot. Yeosang stayed still while you collected yourself, hand steadily rubbing your back until even your quiet sniffles had died down and you were silent, listening to his heartbeat and trying not to think about just how warm he was. It was when you were just about ready to fall asleep that he tapped the back of your head, smiling at you when you lifted your head just enough to look at him. “You feel okay now?”

You nodded, feeling even more sheepish than you had earlier, and Yeosang laughed softly.

“Don’t go crying over any more guys. I hate it when you’re this sad,” he said, staying laid down in his spot as you sat up. You looked down at him and cringed at the wet patch of fabric where you’d cried against his t-shirt. He didn’t seem bothered by it though, his expression neutral now that you were done crying, so much so that you’d never guess he’d been as flustered as he was earlier. “Come here, let me clean your face.”

You faked a grimace at the almost parental tone he used but he could tell that it was fake, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. He picked up the box of tissues you’d discarded earlier and pulled a few out.

“Sit here,” he said, gesturing to his lap. Ignoring the way your stomach flip-flopped, you sat yourself down in his lap and let him wipe away the remnants of tears and snot on your face. He smiled once he was done, squishing your cheeks together with one hand. “You’re so pretty. Don’t let anyone make you think you’re not, yeah? I know better than them.”

“Really?” you said through your squished lips, whining when Yeosang laughed at you.

“Yeah. I’ve known you forever. I know how pretty you are,” he said, voice trailing off towards the end. He gave your cheeks another squeeze and then let go of your face, patting the tissues against your cheeks even though you both knew they were dry by now. You didn’t tell him to stop though, so he kept going. You bathed in the comfort of being around him and the feeling of being taken care of, watching the occasional involuntary raise of his eyebrow and admiring the birthmark by his eye. You didn’t often have time to spend around Yeosang anymore between your university courses and the boyfriend you’d thought was so precious eating up most of your time, and you felt your belly twist at the realisation that you hadn’t visited him in months.

“I missed spending time with you,” you said, rubbing your fingers over the wet spot on his t-shirt as though it might help to dry it off somehow.

“Does it really count if you’re crying your eyes out?” he joked, grinning when you slapped his chest. He set aside the wet tissues and rested his hands on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. It was so different from the way that he usually touched you that you shuddered a little, opening your legs a wider so you could slot better against him. He smiled when you shifted closer, letting out a soft huff. “I’m joking. I missed you too. I’m glad you came over.”

You were glad too, but you figured you didn’t need to say as much. With every passing second you became more and more aware of the fact that you were straddling the guy you’d practically grown up with (you tried your best to forget the fact that he was your brother’s best friend) and even more aware of the fact that you didn’t want to move off of him in the slightest. If anything you wished you could get closer somehow, gripping his t-shirt tight in your fist with a sharp inhale.

“Hey,” Yeosang said suddenly, his voice entirely different from how it had been just a few minutes ago even though it was just as gentle. “C’mere.”

You were so used to trusting him that you leaned forward without question and even when your heart jumped up into your throat and you could clearly see Yeosang’s eyes flicking down to look at your lips you stayed close. Yeosang moved one of his hands from your thigh to the small of your back (slowly, almost painfully slowly, so that you could easily ask him to stop if you wanted him to) and pulled you flush against him.

“That guy’s an idiot, right?” Yeosang asked, and this time you nodded instead of disagreeing with him.

“Yeah,” you murmured. He hummed.

“I got you, okay?” he said, reassuring you for the dozenth time since you’d turned up, and smiled when you nodded again. Before you could get impatient he finally closed the space between you both, his lips soft when they met yours. Your heart fluttered in a way it had never done when you’d kissed anybody else, making your hands shake when you moved them to rest on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your palm and when you tilted your head to kiss him better you felt it pick up its pace.

The kiss was short and just as careful as Yeosang always was when he handled you, and seeing his face again when he pulled back made your heart do that stupid flutter all over again. His eyes stayed on your face while both of his hands moved to hold your hips, squeezing with enough strength to make you gasp.

“God, I wish you wouldn’t date such stupid guys,” he sighed, one eyebrow quirking upwards when you rolled your eyes.

“Let me guess, you want me to date you instead?” you teased, trying to lean into the cliché trope that was playing out between the two of you.

“Hadn’t thought about it until now honestly,” he mumbled, leaning forward again so that you were almost cross-eyed when you kept your eyes on him.

“Then what was the kiss for?” you asked, nudging your nose against his and allowing him to brush his lips against yours in an almost-kiss.

“Because I mean it when I say you’re pretty,” he said, giving your hips another squeeze before lifting a hand to hold your face, thumb moving back and forth against your cheek. “And because I really hate it when you come over here crying. I want to make you feel better.”

You weren’t sure how to reply when he was being so earnest and the warmth between the two of you was becoming almost intolerable, so you forwent words and kissed him again. This kiss was different from the last, Yeosang’s hand holding your face still while you got used to the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue tasted like bitter energy drink when you parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth (it tasted better on his tongue than it ever did out of the can) and you couldn’t help the quiet moan you let out, quickly swallowed by his mouth. You could feel yourself getting greedier and greedier the longer you both kissed, hands moving from Yeosang’s chest to hold his neck and squeezing every time he pulled your hips forward to grind against him.

This time when you parted you whimpered and Yeosang laughed at the pout forming on your lips. His smile was both so familiar and so different from what you were used to seeing on his face that an anxious confusion filled your chest. Only when your lashes became wet did Yeosang notice your change in mood, his free hand quickly coming up to cup your other cheek.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, a pout playing on his lips just like the one on yours.

“You’re just- you’re his best friend, you’re not going to follow through with anything we do and if you do you’re just going to end it right after,” you mumbled, sniffling even as Yeosang wiped away your tears before they could roll down your cheeks. His brows furrowed at your words, his pout turning into a frown.

“No, no, that’s not true,” he said, sounding so shocked by your statement that you believed him even though you weren’t sure you wanted to. “I won’t stop talking to you, if that’s what you’re scared of. As for following through”– he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. –“I want anything you want.”

You whined and leaned your face further into his hands, relief washing over you when he let you tuck your head away beneath his chin. He clicked his tongue, kissing the top of your head.

“You worry your pretty head more than you should,” he chided playfully.

“I don’t want to stop coming over here if you decide I wasn’t a good lay or something,” you mumbled once your tears had slowed, once again comforted by the scent on his clothes and skin that you’d known for years upon years now.

“Come on, I would never call you a bad lay,” he joked, as awkward as ever when it came to cheering you up, his arms closing around you when you whined in response. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Remember what I said? I got you. Always.”

You sat up and looked straight at him, looking at him through a new lens now that you knew how his lips felt and how his mouth tasted after he drank Redbull, gauging how serious he was before you took a deep breath.

“Can we kiss again?” you asked, and bit your tongue to stop yourself from smiling when Yeosang’s face lit up and the tips of his ears turned pink. He might’ve been able to pull the age card on you but with all the excitement in his eyes you could’ve guessed he was still just a teenager about to be kissed for the first time.

“Anything you want,” he replied, his palms firm on your back to keep you steady. A fuzzy feeling filled your stomach when you leaned in to kiss him again, sighing through your nose when you slid your tongue against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth just enough for you to run your tongue along his. You laughed softly into his mouth when he bit your bottom lip and kissed it immediately afterwards as though it might soothe the sting. He tasted less energy-drink-bitter now and more like himself with each kiss. You liked how he tasted when it was just him, liked how his mouth was just as warm as the rest of him, which embarrassed you just as much as it turned you on.

When you pulled back to breathe, Yeosang kept you close, forehead resting against yours while you both caught your breath. You felt just as safe in his arms as you always did in his room, the hurt you’d been crying over earlier slowly smoothing over into a newer, scarier, addictive feeling.

“You taste like iced tea,” Yeosang said, humming the words as though he was praising you. You smiled and kissed him again, quickly this time.

“You tasted like Redbull the first time,” you returned, pressing your palms to his chest. He felt firmer than he looked, the parts of him that used to be scrawny now musclier after a few years of dedicated exercise. You’d never expected to be feeling out those changes like this, fingers digging into the softer spots you found and a grin spreading over your lips whenever he purposely tensed the muscles you were squeezing.

“If you want me to,” he started, hands exploring your torso with the same curiosity as yours did his while he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eye when he rubbed his thumbs over the area beneath your chest. “I’d love to know how you taste in other places.”

You didn’t notice the way your thighs tightened around him at the sound of his words but he must have, because his hands quickly moved to grip your hips.

“Probably not like iced tea,” he teased, thumbs pressing against your lower tummy and inching closer to your (wet, you suddenly noticed) pussy. “But only if you want.”

You did want, even with the thought of a very pissed off Wooyoung groaning and whining at both of you for weeks appearing in the back of your mind. You gave an experimental thrust of your hips against his crotch and sucked in a sharp breath when the action made Yeosang groan. He returned the movement without any hesitation, grinding the bulge in his sweatpants against you and banishing any thoughts of your brother from your mind entirely.

“I want you,” you said, laughing nervously and giddily when Yeosang swore under his breath in reply. “Want you to taste and- and do whatever you want.”

Yeosang’s expression changed, one brow purposefully raising opposed to how it usually did without him noticing, and he kissed you again. He seemed hungrier than before, every lick into your mouth more calculated while he kept dragging you back and forth on his lap until you were panting into each other’s mouths more than you were really kissing.

“I’m going to show you how pretty you are. Make you forget about all those stupid fucking guys,” he muttered so firmly that you nodded in affirmation. “Lie down for me.”

You did as he’d asked even though being apart from him made the once stuffy air in his room feel cold against your skin, goosebumps rising on your forearms and calves while Yeosang worked your shorts off of your legs, dropping them to the floor with a carelessness you rarely saw in him. He groaned as he spread your legs, quickly quieting your confusion when he rubbed his fingertips against your panties and you felt how wet the fabric was.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured, leaning down and kissing along the insides of your thighs. When you didn’t say anything in return, he flicked the skin closest to your panties and then left an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue touching the spot that his nail had hit. “You should answer my questions. You know you’re perfect, right?”

You couldn’t help but whine at the question, more self conscious than usual because of the way Yeosang’s eyes stayed on your face the whole time he kissed and bit at your skin. It felt like such a grand compliment to accept, like you’d be far too self-centred if you really called yourself perfect out loud. Yeosang pressed a kiss to the wet spot on your panties and his mouth was so warm that you couldn’t help the way your thighs twitched.

“I want to hear it out of your mouth,” he said, flicking the same spot he had earlier. “If you really want me to eat you out I want you to believe it too.”

You were flustered by how sincere his words were and how intense his gaze was on you, fingertips tracing shapes against the skin closest to your panties until you felt so sensitive you felt ready to reach down and pull them off yourself. You raised your hands to your face and huffed.

“I’m perfect,” you whispered, voice so small you were worried he hadn’t heard and would make you repeat yourself. But to your relief Yeosang let out a pleased hum and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear and waited for you to shift your legs so he could pull them off of you. The moan he let out when he spread your legs again made you shiver, hesitantly lifting one hand from your face to watch how he blushed the longer he looked at you. His eyes moved up to your face briefly and when he saw you peeking at him he grinned.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing your knee before he leaned down again. “Look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.”

You only whined in response but Yeosang didn’t seem phased, resting his thumb over your clit with a feather-light touch while his tongue slowly licked up the sticky wetness on your lips. The light touches drew another frustrated whine out of you, louder this time, but Yeosang didn’t change his pace. His free hand tightened its hold on your thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin and holding you in place.

“Yeosang,” you said softly, frowning down at him when he pressed the gentlest of kisses against your pussy, tongue barely leaving his mouth to lick at the sensitive skin. “Can you please be faster or just… Please?”

“Are you in a rush baby?” he asked, kissing your clit in a way that made you shudder.

“No, but I-”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” he answered, finally licking between your folds and making you gasp. “You’re so wet. And you taste so fucking good.”

His words made your face burn, hands shaking when you reached down to play with his hair. He smiled at the feeling before licking up your pussy again, slower this time as he pushed his tongue further between your lips.

“Not like iced tea?” you tried to joke, the hitch in your breath as you spoke giving away how good it felt when his lips closed around your clit and he sucked. Your head fell back against his pillow, thighs shaking as you tried to close them around his head. His hands kept you in place, his grip on you tightening when he pushed his tongue against your entrance and nudged his nose against your clit. You swore, voice pitched higher than usual when he began to push his tongue into you, licking up every gush of wetness from your pussy and twisting it each time it pressed inside of you.

You couldn’t help the cry you let out when he pulled back to practically make out with your clit, licking and sucking until his chin was slick with you and his lips were glossy.

“Better than iced tea,” he finally said. It was an empty statement - he’d never liked iced tea as long as you’d known him, and you knew discharge never tasted particularly good - but the soft, serious way he said it filled your stomach with butterflies all the same. “Never thought anyone could taste so good.”

“Stop, you’re so cheesy,” you whispered, even though you both knew you didn’t mind the compliments. Yeosang especially, since he could see how you clenched around nothing with each sweet word that left his mouth, rubbing circles into your clit with two of his fingers.

“Just for you. I want you to feel good,” he murmured, kissing and biting different spots on your thighs until you were tugging at his hair impatiently. He grinned up at you, his messy face turning you on more than you thought was even possible. “Does it feel good? Does my pretty girl feel good?”

You shivered at how possessive the question sounded but nodded anyway, because fuck did you feel good.

“Say it,” Yeosang demanded, voice hard.

“I feel good,” you said this time, not willing to delay him any longer. “Feels so good, Yeosang.”

“Good. Good girl,” he praised.

You watched as he sucked on one of his fingers for a few seconds, taking it out of his mouth with a quiet ‘pop’ before he pushed it into you, tongue laving over your clit while he started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. He kept eye contact with you while he dragged out the pleasure until you were desperately tugging on his hair.

“You want more?” he asked, speaking against your skin so that his teeth lightly grazed your clit. When you whimpered out a shy ‘yes’ he smiled and pushed one more finger into you, crooking them as soon as they were fully inside of you in a way that made your hips buck up into his touch. He giggled, the sound so sudden and out of place that you were reminded of who it was that was fucking you open on his fingers. You waited for guilt to kick in, or even a sliver of regret, but instead you only felt warmth fill your stomach. Yeosang cared about you. He’d take care of you.

“Please do that again,” you moaned, your breaths turning shaky when Yeosang used his free hand to take one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tight.

“‘Course,” he said, bending his fingers inside of you to rub against that same spot with a low hum. “Anything you want, angel.”

Tears began to well in your eyes when Yeosang’s pace picked up, each flick of his wrist rougher than the last until you were practically crying out with each thrust. Your thighs shook as you tried to close them around his hand, failing to push against the hand that was still holding yours. When he began to rub circles into your clit was when you finally broke, tears of pleasure rolling down your temples as you tugged his hand up towards your chest.

“Yeosang,” you whimpered, gasping when he buried his fingers deep in you and fucked them relentlessly into that sensitive spot inside of you. “Please, Yeosang, please-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, not slowing the thrusts of his fingers while he shifted so that his face was above yours. He cooed at the sight of you, kissing your forehead with a gentleness that contrasted the rough movements of his hand between your legs. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You wanna cum on my fingers for me?”

You nodded, all but melting against the mattress when he leaned down to kiss you as steadily as he could, sharing the taste of your own cunt with you each time his tongue slid against yours. It was sloppy, drool gathering at the corners of your lips as you gasped into his mouth and threatening to spill down to your chin before he pulled back, smiling at you with so much desire the feeling of your orgasm approaching quickly intensified.

Thankfully Yeosang seemed to notice how you clenched around his fingers, shifting back down to kiss your clit and grinning when the action drew a sudden, sharp moan out of you.

“Want you to cum so fucking hard for me,” he said firmly, voice so low it was practically a growl. “I want to see my pretty girl cumming for me.”

You didn’t have the words to tell him that you could probably cum just from hearing him talk like that, just the strength to moan his name when you felt his lips and tongue against your clit, sucking in tandem with every calculated curl of his fingers. You felt your mind melt as you came closer to the edge, your breath catching in your throat and back arching off of the bed when you finally came all over his fingers and face.

You felt Yeosang moan against you, his tongue slowly working over your clit as he fingered you through your orgasm with slow thrusts, never once letting go of your hand even when your hips bucked up against his face. You didn’t realise you were crying again until you hiccuped, your entire body trembling from the breathtaking pleasure still pulsing between your legs. When Yeosang slipped his fingers out of you a sob left your lips, your entrance sensitive after so much attention.

“Good girl,” Yeosang whispered in the same tone he’d used to try and comfort you earlier, sitting up so that he could look at you properly. His smile was so fond, so different from the borderline hungry one he’d given you earlier, that you found yourself aching for the care he’d always given you so freely. The same way he seemed to be able to tell when you were close to cumming he just as easily seemed to be able to tell that you wanted his comfort and was quick to rearrange himself into a proper sitting position, pulling you up and onto his lap even though you were still wet with spit and cum.

“Your pants,” you mumbled, frowning when you realised you’d already gotten them wet. Yeosang shook his head in response, rubbing your back with his clean (or at least cleaner) hand.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, eyes searching your face for an emotion besides the post-orgasm dizziness that was showing on your face. “Are you okay? I didn’t think you’d cry like that, I didn’t do too much right?”

You smiled at the concern lacing his voice and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. It was harder to smell the fabric softener now that you both smelled more of sweat and Yeosang’s cologne was more evident, but the scent was still there when you inhaled deeply. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling wider and buried your face against the crook of Yeosang’s neck, giggling when he whined out a quiet ‘tickles’.

“I didn’t mean to cry,” you admitted, nosing at his neck before placing a kiss there. “You’re just so good. Your fingers and your mouth are insane.”

Yeosang laughed out loud at your words, the kind of laugh you would usually hear when Wooyoung was trying to embarrass him in front of you. You loved how familiar the sound was even in such an unfamiliar situation.

“I take it you’re feeling somewhat better then?” he asked, gently patting your back when you nodded. “Good girl.”

Your face burned at the praise and you lifted your face from his shoulder to look at him properly. A flush rose to his cheeks when he saw your face, pressing his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling. You noticed rather belatedly that he was still hard beneath you when you shifted on his lap and your eyes widened at the realisation.

“Do you want me to help?” you asked, gesturing down to the spot where your crotches were connected. Yeosang’s cheeks turned even redder when you did so, his hands pressing firmly against your back to pull you closer to him.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said and shook his head, laughing the same embarrassed laugh again. “If you want to, we can do something like this again. After a date or something, so your brother doesn’t kill me.”

You groaned at the joke, remembering that he’d ask what you were doing at Yeosang’s place when you got home. It only set in a few seconds later what Yeosang had suggested. A date.

“That’d be good,” you replied, sounding far too shy considering you could still see your cum on his chin. ‘Good’ was a massive understatement in comparison to the warmth spreading in your chest at the idea of a date with him but Yeosang seemed to understand anyway. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, both of you smiling against the other.

“Okay baby,” he sighed when you parted. “Let me get a towel so you can clean up.”

“You got it all over you already,” you told him, but moved off of his lap all the same. You watched him leave the room, the summer heat slowly settling over you again now that the pleasure’s feverish warmth was wearing off and a foreign excitement prickling over your skin at the shift in you and Yeosang’s relationship. You lay back down on the damp sheets to wait for him and shut your eyes once your head hit his pillow.

You really did love Yeosang’s bedroom.

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Ateez Roleplay

Hello. I’m looking for 18+ discord rp partners to write some member x MC!

We would creat a whole plot together so we could both enjoy it.

Only 18+ minors do not interact.

Use paragraph replies!

Write in third person

please actually write and move the story forward, don’t respond withone-liners. i want this to be equal effort from the both of us

I do not tolerate the implement of yourself into the OC so that's my I suggest to create the MC together

I do not do Boyfriend AU nor Mafia AU if the there is no plot twist

ABO, Vampires, Hybrid AU, College AU, Haters to Lovers AU, Mafia AU etc.

I don't do m x m cuz as many reasons they are giving us to think there is something happening between them, I don't see it as anything romantic for now. Unless you give me good reasons and a plot which will fit perfectly, then even m x m x MC won't be a problem.

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