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dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)

18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」　

cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?

A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)

{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3

“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.

he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.

in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.

laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.

three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.

flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came

over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.

once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.

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Word Count: 5.3k|| Kanemoto Yoshinori x Fem. Reader || Tags: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut, Dilf!Yoshi, Son!Jeongwoo, Best Friend!Doyoung, Slight Age Gap (4 years), Petnames, Abandonment, Vanilla, Plot Heavy

"Damn, this house is really nice." Whose house, you may ask? Hopefully, your future employer's. You recently started college and have been looking for a pretty lenient job, and that's how you got here. A man, not much older than you, named Yoshinori needed a house-sitter. So here you were, about to enter for an interview. "You got this, y/n. You'll be fine." You press the doorbell. "One second! Sorry~" A sweet melodic voice tweets from behind the door. "Hello, come on in!" Appearing is one of the most gorgeous faces you've ever seen in your life. Long brown hair, shiny soft eyes, high strong nose bridge, a bright smile, and a pretty mole underneath his mouth to pair with it.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" "Just water is fine, thank you." He leads you to sit down on the couch in his living room, which is quite cozy, with a light brown sectional, a wooden and glass coffee table positioned in front of a flat-screen TV and front window. He comes back quickly with a glass of ice water with a cute curly straw. "Sorry, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Kanemoto Yoshinori, and you?" "Y/n, nice to meet you, Mr. Kanemoto." "Oh, please just call me Yoshi…" He chuckles nervously and rubs his neck. "Alright, nice to meet you, Yoshi."

You soon find out that he's looking for a house-sitter because he frequently works long hours throughout the week. "I just need you to do basic tasks like making sure all the plants are watered, the fish are fed enough, and that dust doesn't collect." Simple enough, it pays really well, considering those are your only major tasks. "Also, you would get weekends off. That's when I'm at home. My son Jeongwoo comes to visit me, he lives with his grandparents during the week." SON!? You had to refrain from letting your jaw drop, but you can't help but be shocked, as Yoshi only looked at most 4 years older than you. "Oh ok, well if that's all, I'd be happy to house sit for you, Yoshi!" "REALLY? Oh, I mean—ahem—really? Thank you so much!" You can't believe this man has a child; he acts so innocently. You swear you saw stars in his eyes when you accepted his offer. "Let's discuss more in-depth about payment and schedule, hmm?" "Sounds perfect to me."

You ended up spending two hours with him, chatting not only about your new job but each other's personal lives as well. You learned he's a music producer for a very big entertainment company, he has to be there for long hours due to the number of songs he has to make for many different artists. You learned he went to the same university you're currently attending and he graduated just last year. He gave you pointers on all the best spots to make friends and eat. You told him about how you plan to major in Linguistics and he was ecstatic, being a polyglot himself.

The most notable thing is that of his son, a 3-year-old named Jeongwoo, he says he's very timid but well-mannered and caring. Although there was no mention of Jeongwoo's mother and it seemed like he was purposefully so, you decided not to pry. "What an intriguing man…" It was Saturday, you had two days before you start this job. "Why do I already want to start now?" Laying down, looking at your ceiling, you can't help but let your mind wander. Checking the time, you realize if you want to get everything together by Sunday night, you have to head to bed now. "Goodnight, Yoshi. Please take care of me in the future."

"Daddy, how come I have to eat my salad if you haven't touched any of yours?" "Huh—" Yoshi looks down to realize he's barely eaten. "Oh, you're right, bud. It's not fair. Sorry, daddy will finish all his salad." He stuffs a bite into his mouth. "See, mmm yummy, now you have to as well, ok?" "Ok, daddy!" "Good boy." He couldn't stop thinking about earlier today. A pretty young girl like you wanted to get paid to do boring tasks around his house and just make sure nobody breaks in. You didn't even question too much about him and his son and seemed to be open-minded about it. This was something he surely wasn't used to. He couldn't place what, but it felt like you had bewitched him, all his thoughts were filled with you. It's a little weird because he just met you and you're just some 19-year-old looking to make some easy money. "I really should've gotten out more in college, not like I had much of a choice…" Creak "Daddy, you look sleepy, can we sleep together tonight?" As much as he feels he's missed out, he loves his kid so much. "Sure, buddy, let's clean up dinner first." "Ok!" He watches the little boy scurry with all the plates into the kitchen excitedly. "Be careful, slow down!"

"How come I never get to visit mommy?" Jeongwoo asks his father. Yoshi is a little taken aback. How could he tell his little boy that his mommy left them? "Well, you see, mommy lives very far, and it's not easy for you to visit her." "How far? Does she live all the way across the ocean?" "Yes, all the way across the ocean." "Can't we just take a plane?" "Planes are expensive, bud." "Can we do it once, when I have a holiday?" He adores his son so much, his persistence and curiosity is one of his favorite parts of being a parent. He can't believe that anyone could just leave such an amazing kid behind. "I'll see what we can do, buddy, but I don't know if mommy is going to be willing."

"Why?" His heart pains, he asks himself the same thing, why? He thought they were perfect together and that everything was going to be perfect just the three of them, but she left. "Mommy needs time. She's been through a lot." "Ok…" He can tell his son is no longer as bright as before, and it hurts just as much as he thought. "Hey, don't frown, daddy doesn't like when you frown. How about I sing you a lullaby tonight, hm?" The little boy eagerly nods his head in agreement. Before Yoshi can even finish the song, the little one is off to sleep, and he rests a peck on his forehead.

Your first day of house-sitting was a breath of fresh air after a hard day at school. You had a project in your semantics class. You were partnered up with a boy in your class named Doyoung. He's cool and all, but he talks a LOT, and consequently, not a lot of work got done. The house, thankfully for you, seemed to be in good shape. You went about your duties with care, watering the plants, feeding the fish, and dusting the surfaces. "Well, that was easy. Maybe I should look around the house, and maybe find a bathroom while I'm at it." While exploring, you came across a child's bedroom. There was a tiny kid's doctor's kit, music sheets along with a kid's recorder, and a drawing of the house, a man who you assumed was Yoshi, and a tiny kid you could only assume was Jeongwoo. It brought a little bit of warmth to your heart. You thought it would be nice to tidy up the room a bit, so you put everything in its designated spot and close the door. You could tell Jeongwoo was just as nice as Yoshi had described, and you could tell he cares for his son a lot.

There's another bedroom directly opposite the one you recently exited. It was most definitely Yoshi's. You could smell the subtle scent of a nice clean cologne emanating from the room. You decided it would be best not to enter there without permission. You eventually found the bathroom as well, but afterward, your stomach made an incomprehensible rumble. You ventured into Yoshi's kitchen, finding some basic ingredients for an omelet and toast. After a bit of whisking, chopping, frying, and toasting, you had a simple, wholesome meal ready. You took a bite and started to get out your computer when you suddenly hear the front door unlock.

"Ahhhh, where is it? I swear I left it right here. Oh—" You are confronted with a very disheveled Yoshi. Even then, he still looked as gorgeous as before. His eyes were like the ocean. "Hi, Y/N. Sorry to startle you." "It's fine. It is your house, after all." He has a look of surprise on his face mirrored by your own. "I had forgotten some lyrics I was working on last night." He chuckles, and the vibrations send a tingling feeling throughout your body.

"You didn't happen to see them lying around, did you?" "Uhhh, I don't think so. I'm sorry." "No, no, it's totally okay. I'll find them." A little less frazzled, he finally smells the food you made. "Oh, I made an omelet and toast from some food you had in the fridge. I hope that's okay." "Yeah, that's fine. I'm sorry for interrupting you. You can go back to eating if you want." You can tell he may need some help, but you appreciate him trying to be considerate. "Let me help you out. I finished pretty much all the tasks you gave me, so I can put off eating for a little longer. What did you say those lyrics looked like?" "It’s just a filing folder with lined pieces of paper. They should still be somewhere here in the living room," Yoshi explains, gratefully accepting your offer.

Together, you start searching by the coffee table, flipping through various magazines and yesterday's mail, to no avail. Yoshi checks the nearby shelves and cabinets, his brows furrowing in concentration. You can't help but steal glances at him, the way his hair frames his face, the smell of his perfume hitting your senses every time he slightly passes by. The moment is intimate but not uncomfortable. You both continue to work diligently to find his paper, and for some reason, you have a sense of responsibility for making sure the papers return to their rightful owner.

After about 30 mins of non-stop scouring, Yoshi lets out a small sigh of frustration, running a hand through his hair. "I could've sworn I left them here." You glance around the living room one last time when your eyes land on a small stack of papers slid underneath the couch. You reach for them, pulling them out. "Are these the ones you're looking for?" Yoshi turns to look at you, a sparkle flickers in his sweet eyes. He quickly moves over, taking the papers from your hands and flips through them, "Yes, these are it! Thank you, Y/N." “I'm glad I could help, Yoshi." You felt almost like you were more relieved than he was. But it didn’t matter all that mattered has the smile radiating from his face. He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, seriously. If you weren’t here who knows how long it would’ve took. My boss isn’t the most patient to say the least." “Oh trust me I know how that feels.” At that, you both laugh, the tension from before completely dissipated. It's a nice moment, one that makes you look forward to continuing to house sit for Yoshi.

Yoshi, having found the missing lyrics, quickly gathered his things, thanking you once again before hurrying out the door. Left alone in the quiet house, you turned back to your half-eaten omelet, the cool air making it lukewarm. It wasn’t too bad thought so you finished your meal, finding comfort in the cozy home. After cleaning up your mess you pulled out your laptop and opened up the project you had been working on with Doyoung. Working through the project was a challenge, primarily due to the fact you had to work through what pieces of information he told you were actually relevant. You check through the little notes you guys actually got down and come up with an actually solid thesis.

After a few texts back and forth you and Doyoung managed to make significant progress, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she you finally closed your laptop. In that moment the sun was starting to set, you did one last look around the house, making sure that everything looked just as intended. As you locked the front door behind you, you found yourself looking back on the day of house-sitting. Anticipating what the week would look like. The walk back was refreshing albeit a little lonesome, you didn’t know why, but you suspect it was because of him.

The first week of the job was full of getting accustomed to the new environment. The house, despite its larger size, had a warm feeling that made you easily unwind. You found yourself settling into a comfortable routine, taking care of the house and its inhabitants (fish included) with vigor. Yoshi, despite being absorbed with his work, made sure to check in with you throughout the week. He’d call or text asking if you needed anything and if you were feeling comfortable.

One day, when you mentioned that you had forgotten to bring lunch, he knew the fridge was empty so he surprised you by dropping of some food from the grocery store right quick. “Oh Yoshi you didn’t have too, I could’ve gotten something delivered right quick.” “It’s ok I was on my lunch break as well anyways.” It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtful nature. There were other little gestures throughout the week as well. But the most memorable was when you came in on Friday with a note left on the fridge, 'Thank you for everything Y/N, have a nice weekend ;)' written in Yoshi's neat handwriting. The small gestures also made your heart flutter, you found that you had to remind yourself that he is probably this nice to everyone. That didn’t stop your mind from being filled with constant thought of him.

“I mean you never know until you shoot your shot.”, Doyoung brazenly comments. "You play too much Dobby. He's just being nice, plus he's my boss," you get really defensive, however you’re not able to hide the blush creeping up to your cheeks. "And besides, he has a kid! I don’t know if he’s looking for that all, especially not from me." "Hey, all I'm saying is that the option is clearly available. And you can’t assume his feelings, positive or negative.” He smirks before taking another sip of his boba and continuing to work on your shared project. "Whatever Doyoung..." You roll your eyes at him, your voice trailing off.

Despite what you said, you can't help but acknowledge some truth in his words. Could there be a chance that your feelings for Yoshi weren't unrequited? You haven’t known him long but your thoughts were consumed by the image of him, even when you weren't at his house. His smile, his voice, his scent - they were all you hand on your mind these past few days. You shake your head, trying to clear those thoughts for now. "Doyoung, let's just focus on our project." He raises his brow at the comment but nods, turning his attention back to the work at hand. You try to do the same, but your mind keeps wandering back to Yoshi and the strange, yet warm, feelings that have started to bloom in your heart.

Every corner of Yoshi's house seems to leave an imprint of him. His music sheets scattered scross the coffee table, the doodles of him and Jeongwoo with little captions left on the fridge, the sandwiches left in the fridge for you in case you got hungry. You've gotten adjusted to his routine as well. You know when he gets off for lunch, what days he gets off early, his favorite snacks, and even his favorite songs and TV shows. He's your employer, but he treats you more as a friend, throughout the past few weeks you’ve been working for him you can’t help but feel like you’re relationship is a little more special than that of employer and employee. You can't help but wonder if this is how it always is for him, or if there's something more behind it. “Hey Y/N I have a favor to ask.” “Yeah sure Yoshi what is it?” It’s been about a month now you’ve started to eat dinner with Yoshi when he gets off early, tonight you decided on some chicken katsu, Yoshi was feeling a little homesick. “I was wondering if you’d like to meet Jeongwoo and if that goes well baby sit him this weekend? You’d get paid extra of course…”

Your eyes light up, “Really? I’d love to meet Jeongwoo!” He laughs, that laugh you have come to adore, “Yeah, my parents wanted to go on a day trip but I’m still going to have work that day so I’d need you to watch him till I get home.” “Sounds great to me!” You guys decided on which day this weekend you were going to plan to have you and Jeongwoo meet as well as what would be expected when you watch him the day Yoshi’s gone of course. You couldn’t believe it that Yoshi felt like he could trust you with something as important as this. Jeongwoo was his everything you could tell just from the way he spoke about his little one.

“Dude if you don’t ask him out already,” Doyoung wastes no time. After that project at the beginning of the semester the two of you quickly became best friends. “Oh my god bruh, shut up. Although…” “See I told you, you need to just start openly flirting and see how he reacts at this point because I don’t know anyone else who regularly eats dinner with their boss who also now wants them to meet his kid.” Doyoung has gotten more persistent in telling you to ask Yoshi out. “I just don’t know Dobby what if he doesn’t see me that way. Ugh, I don’t think I could handle that right now.” You were never this bad with rejection in the past but with Yoshi it’s different he’s perfect, he’s your shooting star. “If you wanna keep suffering from one-sided love that’s on you, I’ve already told you what I think. Now can we please finish looking over this textbook section I’m not tryna bomb this test tomorrow.” You sigh and agree, even when your friend ends up falling asleep on call you circle back on his advice. He’s right you’ll never know unless you try, and you decide you’re goal is after baby sitting Jeongwoo to ask him out.

You were back to the beginning standing on Yoshi’s doorstep prepping yourself to push the doorbell, this time you heart raced with more anticipation than before. Having spent the past month and a half house-sitting for Yoshi was nothing when you consider that you were meeti g your boss’, you have a crush on, kid. “Hi Y/n, Jeongwoo is in the living room right now playing come on in!”As you walk into the familiar room you find Jeongwoo playing with his toys just as Yoshi said he was, he had a big toothy grin on his face and innocence in his eyes. “Hey buddy I got someone I want you to meet.” His gaze drawn to his fathers voice. He gets up hiding behind his dads leg as he studies your expression. “Jeongwoo this is Y/N she’s daddy’s friend. Introduce yourself.” He’s reluctant, “Hello Y/n I’m Jeongwoo.” you chuckled softly, he was so cute and resembled his father a lot. "Nice to meet you Jeongwoo. Is it ok if I play with you?” Jeongwoo looks to his dad for approval, once Yoshi gives an affirming nod, his smile slowly started to return, “Ok!” And you follow the little boy to sit down and play with the doctors kit you had put away many times before.

As Yoshi observed your interactions with Jeongwoo, he felt a storm of emotions. Watching you playing with his precious little one, seeing the genuine care and warmth in you had for him, Yoshi felt his heart twist and turn. Yoshi found himself lost in thought, reflecting on thesmall time you had spent together but noting just how comfortable and natural it felt. "Dad, look at this!" Jeongwoo's excited voice brought Yoshi back to the present, to show him a drawing you had help him make. “This is lovely bud, I’m gonna hang up right here ok?” “Ok, and Y/n helped so you should thank her too.” The look in his eyes being filled with sincerity, ”Thank you Y/N””Anytime Yoshi.” In that moment it became abundantly clear to Yoshi that his feelings for you were stronger than friendship or gratitude. He was in love with you.

Your first meeting with Jeongwoo was successful and you were set to babysit him this Thursday. And with Yoshi’s realization he was growing even more anxious. The last time he let someone into his life, the last time he loved someone, they left. Without a traces Jeongwoo’s mom left him, with only a note saying, “I’m sorry Yoshi. This is goodbye, take care of Jeongwoo for me. -XXX” What if you did the same, Jeongwoo wasn’t old enough to be affected when his mom lleft but if you left now… He hoped you wouldn’t, you were the best thing that’s happened to him a long a time. And Jeongwoo already loves you just as much as he did. “Please don’t leave me…” Is the last thing he mumbles softly, before drifting off to sleep.

Today is the long awaited day, arriving at Yoshi’s house around your usual time you enter. Before the boys get home you decided to clean up a bit, not neglecting the duties you were originally hired for, and as you finish up you hear a tiny footsteps from the front door. “Jeongwoo take of your shoes please before you—” “Y/N!” Before you have time to react the tiny boy has already jumped into your arms. “Jeongwoo~, ahh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.” “REALLY?” You try to respond right away but he sounded exactly like his dad on that first day you teo met and it instantly melted your heart. “Yes bubba! Now lets go take off your shoes and get ready to say bye-bye to your dad ok?” While directing him back to the front door you and Yoshi exchange a glance.

It was a glance of passion, of admiration, of love? You didn’t have to much time to think about it before Yoshi had to get going, ‘I should be back by around 7, have fun you two.” “Ok we will, Jeongwoo say bye.” “Bye Daddy~” They exchanged a embrace with kiss on the cheek and before you knew it he was gone. You and Jeongwoo started off with homework (which in pre k is addition, abc’s, and maybe some coloring sheets) which you knocked out quickly. After that you guys play for a while, you pretended to be his patient, “Oh no Dr. Jeongwoo will I be ok?” “Yes, it’s just a broken leg you’ll feel better soon. Your medicine is a cast and a nice big hug!” “Thank you so much Doctor.” Before you knew it it was dinnertime, hanging out with Jeongwoo has been so much fun that you didn’t even realize it was almost 7:30.

“Hey bubba I don’t know why your dad is late but I think it’s time to get ready for bed.” “Awww…” He gives you the cutest little pout just like Yoshi when you tell him you have to go. “I know but we can play more tomorrow if you really want to ok?” He nods. You then get him ready for bed and he goes to sleep without issues, but not it’s almost 8 and you’re really worried about Yoshi. Why is he late, did he get stuck in traffic, is he safe, did something happen at work? Until the front door opens in coming a very tired Yoshi. “Sorry I’m late there was a really bad accident on the freeway. How did everything go.” You didn’t care if it seemed inappropriate in that moment you were overcome with relief.

You hugged him a tight one at that, “I was so worried.” He doesn’t know how to react, you were worried about him? He accepts the hug, “I’m Sorry, next time I’ll tell you when something like that happens, I promise.” You step back allowing yourself to get a good view of his face and him of yours. Something is different tonight you can feel it. “Hey, do you wanna drink a beer with me? I’m assuming you put Jeongwoo to bed and are a little tired?” You chuckle at his suggestion as his cheeks turn slightly rosy. After cracking open the case of beers you guys sit and talk, Yoshi brings up that Jeongwoo likes you. “He couldn’t stop talking about you—” “Oh really?” “Yeah… and neither could I.” This time when your eyes meet you both see each other feelings very clearly now. “I can’t stop thinking about you, I need you, I wan’t you, shit I think…I love you.”

In seconds your lips are crashed together, his hands navigating towards your waist as you both sink into the couch, “I need you so badly.” “Me too,” you gasp during the fight between your tongues. Your lips swollen mouth going numb from the intensity, “Are you sure you want this?” Yoshi asks breaking the two of you apart, “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now Yoshi.” A low groan echoed from his lips, he quickly removes his shirt and helps you rid of yours. After, immediately reconnecting your wet lips together, teeth and lips and tongues clashing against one another as the space between you continued to decrease. He starts to trail down your neck, leaving small kisses scattered across your plush skin. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured against your chest, nipping lightly at your skin and leaving fluttering kisses across your torso. “So, beautiful baby.”

You are startled when his skillful hands undo the clasp of your bra, hastily tossing it to the side. His touch on your skin felt like burning bruises. You were melting at his touch and his scent overwhelmed your senses. “Yoshi,” you whimpered, clinging to him like he was going to ruin away, “I need you…now.” “Yeah?” He started to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs and throwing them with the rest of your clothes. His followed soon after. He teased you pulling at the hem of your underwear. “Love, do you really want this?”, he asks a final time before continuing. You nod, “As cute as your facial expressions are, I need words babe.” It’s a little late to be embarrassed now isn’t it, “Yes. Yoshinori please make love to me.” He smirked at you, that’s all he needed to hear. He quickly dealt with your underwear and proceeded to settle in between your legs. Letting them fall naturally over his shoulders. “I think that’s something I can definitely do.”

He kissed up your thighs, biting gently and leaving faint marks over the bare skin. You shuddered with every pressed kiss. The one on your clit giving you an instant of pleasure and relief where you needed him most. “You ready baby?” That melodic voice and glowing eyes you fell in love with looking for your approval once again yet this this time filled with lust. You were tired of holding back. You nod giving him the go ahead and he waste no time burying his face between your legs, licking a slow stripe over your entrance, “You smell and taste so good baby. You’re so perfect love.”

You could only hum in response, the way his tongue and his lips felt against your body had your mind running laps. Threading your fingers through his hair and pushed his face harder against you, he couldn’t help but letting his groans reverberate off you. Your orgasm was climbing up faster than you anticipated. You hadn’t had sex in a while so you knew it was gonna feel good but not this good. “Wait, Yo-Yoshi,” you managed to moan out, pushing his face away from you. He looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his chin. Did he do something wrong? Did you change your mind? “I need you inside…I wanna cum with you…”

He chuckles with a grin forming on his face once again leaning in to give you another passionate sloppy kiss. “Let me see…” He goes over checking in the TV stand for some condoms to no avail. “Shit…Love i’m sorry I—” You grab his arm and face him towards you, shutting him up with a kiss before speaking again, “Im clean and on the pill. I wanted you raw anyways baby.” Hearing how badly you wanted him as much as he wanted you put him at ease. He finally releases his dick from his boxers painfully hard and covered in pre cum. “Are you ready?” He asked softly lining up with your entrance, caressing your hair out of your faces gently. That look of care as if you were going to break with his touch. “I’m so ready.”

You squeezed his shoulders and gasped softly, trying not to make too much noise as he slowly bottomed out. It’s unlikely you’ll wake Jeongwoo considering he’s all the way upstairs but it’s better to be safe than sorry. He lets out a disheveled moan into your ears, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises in the morning. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Yoshi groaned quietly, his breathing heavy as he let’s you adjust to his size. “Move. Please…” you finally whimper, “Please… I need you.” His pace was slow to start, thrusting fully in and out of you making sure to feel every inch of you. Your lips locked together as to hide the lewd noises that threatened to escape at any moment. God you were so beautiful all he could do was whisper sweet nothings to you.

“I really love you, Y/N,” he moaned, “I don’t know the last time I loved someone as much as you.” “I love you too. So much,” you whined out, coming closer to your climax your vision became less and less focused, “Yoshi—Baby—I’m so close right there—mmm” Watching how good you felt and feeling how well you were milking him all he could do was agree. “Me too, baby, cum with me.” You nodded quickly, whines escape your lips from the overwhelming passion in your core. His pace started to stagger, “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.” Circling your clit the two of you came together. He held you closer to him as he released into you. You’re both out of breath, “Y/n…” suddenly his eyes are back to the Yoshi you know. “Yeah baby?”, looking at him you can’t help but fall in love all over again. “Please don’t leave me…I don’t know what I would do, what Jeongwoo would do if you left us now. Just stay with me ok, not just tonight but every night please?” “Oh Yoshi, how could I ever leave you.” You give him a quick peck on his sweaty forehead before reassuring him that you love him.

You end up laying there for a while before you both get up to do aftercare and cuddle in bed. You weren’t sure how things turned out this way exactly, or how you would explain it in the future but that didn’t matter to you right now. All you needed in that moment was each other and that was enough.

all works belong to @standardfriends - copyright © 2024

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop bg #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop rpf #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop rps #treasure smut #treasure fanfic #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #yoshi smut #yoshi fanfic #kanemoto yoshinori #jeongwoo #doyoung #yoshi x reader #yoshi imagines #yoshi fluff

[nervouscitytmblr]

seungcheol, wonwoo, chan, minghao, jun – group jerk-off session

preview

“He's cute.” Jun repeated. “Where'd you find him?”

“Jun, shut up, you think everyone's cute.” Minghao retorted.

But his eyes were scanning Wonwoo's body, up and down, pausing on his cock. Wonwoo widened his legs a centimeter. Minghao smirked to himself, but didn't make eye contact.

“Soonyoung.” Chan supplied. The mutual friend. Chan was their connection.

“Ohh.” Jun nodded in understanding. “And where'd you find Soonyoung? He's cute, too.”

“Who do you not want to fuck?” Minghao questioned.

“I didn't say anything about fucking! Just that they're cute. Though, of course, if the opportunity arose…”

also, notice that I made another work!! please show it love <3 I'll be continuing my svt one shots there, here's an explanation

#nervouscity update #ao3 #kpop nsft #nsft fanfic #fanfic #smut fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #kpop rpf #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #scoups smut #wonwoo smut #dino smut #the8 smut #junhui smut

[markmeinyourh-aert]

show me, love me

show me, love me by DiamantNoir

desc:

“What is going on with you lately?” Donghyuck asks, frowning. “You’re acting super strange. More than usual and that’s saying a lot.” “I’m good. I’m fine. I’m chill.” Donghyuck raises a brow. “You’re…chill?” “Totally,” he replies, weakly. (Or: Mark starts to rethink his whole dynamic with Donghyuck after a nosey fan starts asking all the deep questions)

pairing: mahae

length: 6.8k words; oneshot

status: comp.

rating: m

genre & tags: canon compliant, friends to lovers, mark lee is Confused

note: mark lee gay panic that's all i'm gonna say

happy reading!! <3

#nct #nct dream #nct mark #nct haechan #mahae #markhyuck #markhyuck fics #kpop rpf

[gcnesistorevelation]

twitter kpop writers: a masterpost

🦢 Hi, I’m Anne, also known as noirjjong on AO3 and Twitter. Welcome to the Great Migration of Fic Writers, 2022 edition! 

Just kidding, I’m being dramatic. However: since many of us are doubtful about what is going to happen to the bird site, I compiled a list of Kpop real person fiction writers (rpf, rps) who are on Twitter and also have Tumblr blogs. This way, hopefully we can keep in touch even if the bird site breaks down or whatever.

✨ Disclaimer #1: The people listed below are those who replied to my original tweet, and in no way do I claim this list to be all-inclusive. I tried my best to share it and encourage others to share it, but if you want to be added, you can reply to this post or message me with your name, your Twitter @ and the fandom/s you write for, and I’ll add your blog to the list. THE LIST WILL BE UPDATED OFTEN!

✨ Disclaimer #2: I take no responsibility for the content the writers on this list might have published or might publish! Some of them might be minors, so before interacting, have a look at their info pages, etc. to avoid unwanted surprises.

Find the list of writers below, and reblog and share so we can reach as many of us as possible ✨ 

✨ NAME // TWITTER // TUMBLR // FANDOM/S

Prince // lovesicksamoyed // @lovesicksamoyed // nct

Anne // noirjjong // @gcnesistorevelation // nct, shinee, exo, girl groups

Rie // maniacarian // @maniacarian // nct, ateez

Anli // sweetsanggyun // @sweetsanggyun // nct, stray kids

Molly // oneandonlyloislane // @deepbutdazzlingdarkness // shinee, exo

Danie // 287aus // @ekzxo // nct, exo

Mira // oscillovers // @oscillovers // nct, girl groups

Xie/Bunny // galaxy_cryptid // @blueflamebun // multifandom

Antlers // ohdeerantlers // @ohdeerantlers // nct, girl groups

Niknimmi // niknimmi // @nimminik-blog // nct

Eve // fdednmylastsong // @fdednmylastsong // nct, monsta x

Jace // jaemarkiss // @peachvalentinos // nct, seventeen

Avie // ykyoonoh // @ykyoonoh // nct

Mel // hon_eyyyyyy // @nyangle​ // nct, the boyz

Helicases // telomirage // @telomirage // nct, stray kids, seventeen

Eliot // btchbbyhyck // @btchbbyhyck // nct

Gavie // pot2nfriends // @pot2nfriends // stray kids

Kina // tenverse_ // @tenverse-writes // nct

Ellie // until__morning // @untlmorning // nct

Stars // stardust_made // @scatteredinstars // nct

Mayhem // yoongusamoongus // @yoongusamoongus // nct, omega x

Kay // scindapsusnana // @scindapsusnana // nct

Yaya // andnowforyaya // @paperkrane // nct, monsta x, txt

Max // doitsushine92 // @jenosbfreal // nct

Aimee // shuhuapetals // @shuhuapetals // nct, stray kids

Tori // fleur_cannon // @transmasckenma // nct, exo, bts, stray kids

Nana // jaemarking // @jaemarking // nct, stray kids

Pam // suhjpeg // @suhjpeg // nct, exo

Nina // ninethe8thgirl // @paperbluehyacinth // nct, the boyz, stray kids

Tricia // wakeupmoonchild // @wakeupmoonchild // nct

Michi // monsterbfjohnny // @monsterbfjohnny // nct

Energy // energeticalee // @energeticalee // nct

Blue // blueside__blue // @blueside-blue // stray kids, txt, the boyz

Luan // kittenwang01 // @kittenwang01 // stray kids, xdinary heroes

Xin // xinwritesneos // @thexinformationcentre // nct

Moss // johnmarkbot // @yujohnmark // nct

Xixu // WlNSLUT // @ichorcrowned // nct, txt

Mira/Miwa // bobajeno // @baobeijeno // nct

Yumo // yumoism // @yumoism // nct, txt, ateez, seventeen, stray kids

Vaani/Varya // winwinhole // @softloves69 // nct, ateez, the boyz, txt, stray kids

Hazel // jaepeachees // @jaepeachees // nct

Cash // haesunful // @haesunful // nct

Nina // shyluffy // @shyluffy66 // nct

Wendy // Imjaebabie // @imjaebabie // nct, exo, monsta x

Rookie // unlockedrookie // @unlockedrookie // nct

Moiky // hanjiskz // @dark-moocha // stray kids

Aprici // apricityseazzn // @apricityseazzn // txt

Linnhe // linnhuh // @linnhe // nct, shinee

Sneaky // sssneakiest // @sssneakiest // nct

Olive // greets_olive // @olivegreets // nct

Fynne // fynnedevie // @fynnedevie // nct

Yutettes // theyutettes // @theyutettes // nct

Shiloh // clownkibum // @clownkibum // nct, seventeen, exo

Bambi // cupidtennie // @cupidtennie // nct

Dawn // dawn949396 // @dawn1026 // nct, superm

Lia // treasuremarklee // @johnnymarkie // nct

Sand // nu_exooo // @nu-exo // nct, exo, wanna one

HopelessTaemintic // hopelesstaemint // @hopelesstaemintic // nct

Jehan // art_jehan // @lorebearleaf​ // shinee, ateez, bts, stray kids et al

#kpop fanfic #kpop fic #rpf #rps #kpop rpf #kpop #nct fanfic #nct fic #wayv fic #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #exo fic #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts fanfic #girl group fanfic #girl group fic #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #monsta x #gidle #shinee fanfic #shinee fic #shinee fanfiction #shinee #txt #tomorrow x together

[liliwall]

Moodboard privado

#quitmell #moodboard #kpop rpf #rpg amino #moodboard privado #ulzzang girls #messy moodboard #moodboard dark #moodboard soft #messy bios #kpop

[scrollonso]

💕if you get this answer with three random facts about yourself and send this to the last seven blogs in your notifs. Anon or not doesn’t matter, get to know the person behind the blog.

1: I've only been an F1 fan for 3 months... yeah 🤫

2: I'm also a Kpop stan and have been for 9 years

3: I've been writing RPF since i was 11 started w/ kpop on wattpad

#i luv rpf #yet i still cant update my au #f1 #formula 1 #aston martin #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso #ls18 #fa14 #first kiss au #rpf #kpop rpf #f1 rpf

[meowmk]

spider… who? update 5

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct ff #nct au #nct fanfic #nct twitter au #spidermark au #spidermark #mahae #mark #haechan #jaemin #kpop rpf #spider…who? #meowmk

[ateez-ao3feed-new]

i begged and convinced them (i made them pinky swear)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RouZ9IB by theomegapoint “Okay,” Hongjoong says the day before they’re set to fly to California to perform at Coachella, “ground rules for everyone when we’re in California: no random pick-ups. Not backup dancers, not other artists, not strangers on hookup apps—zero people I do not already have in the spreadsheets.” Words: 4147, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of you're my cute black cat Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang Relationships: Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang/Kim Hongjoong, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Jung Wooyoung is a Little Shit (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang is a Little Shit, Choi Jongho is a Little Shit (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong is So Done, Asexual Kim Hongjoong, Breeding, Mentioned LE SSERAFIM Ensemble, Mentioned Hatsune Miku, coachella read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RouZ9IB

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

[hils79]

Title: Hard to Catch the Wind

Fandom:  Ateez RPF

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Summary: 

Hongjoong gets sick and Seonghwa takes care of him, then Seonghwa gets sick, Hongjoong takes care of him.

Sometimes it takes a bedside vigil to make you realise what you really want.

Hongjoong sways, and doesn’t even protest as Seonghwa helps him into his jacket, which is a testament to how sick he’s actually feeling. Usually this would be the point where Hongjoong starts grumbling and teasing Seonghwa over his need to mother and take care of everyone.

Seonghwa happens to like taking care of people, especially Hongjoong. But he wouldn’t need to do it so aggressively if Hongjoong made any sort of effort to take care of himself. Sometimes he wonders how Hongjoong has made it to this point in his life given how often he skips eating or sleeping in favour of work.

Perhaps that’s why fate brought them together. Hongjoong cares little for his own personal wellbeing and Seonghwa, well, he possibly cares too much about it. His eyes always seek out Hongjoong wherever they are, looking for any sort of sign that he’s overly tired or stressed or needs someone to talk to. He does it without even thinking about it now.

At first it was just common sense. Hongjoong is their leader, and it’s a role he takes seriously, but it’s a lot of work and as the oldest of course Seonghwa stepped up to help and lend his support. And as he got to know Hongjoong, as they got comfortable enough around each other to share their worries and insecurities, Seonghwa couldn’t help but fall in love. Hongjoong is fierce and brave, exuding confidence even when he doesn’t feel it. He’s driven, passionate, and creative. How could Seonghwa not love him?

It’s the one secret that he will never share with Hongjoong. He’d never do anything to jeopardise what they have now. He’s content in his role as Hongjoong’s second in command, and his position to take care of Hongjoong and shoulder some of his burdens.

It’s enough. It has to be.

Read the rest on AO3

#my fic #ateez #ateez rpf #rpf #kpop rpf #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #hongjoong #seonghwa #seongjoong

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Devotion;; HHJ

Word Count;; 1.6k

Genre;; Smut

Pairing;; Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

Acting as the devil on your shoulder, Hyunjin leads you into temptation with his teasing touches and fervent kisses. Not even the sacred act of prayer is safe when it comes to getting what he wants.

Warnings;;

Catholicism but make it unholy [religious themes, blasphemy, terminology non-Catholics might not understand but it’s no biggie, Catholic Guilt™] Sexual content [vaginal fingering, brief oral fem!receiving] Hyunjin is a little mean lmfao with a sprinkling of dirty talk Corruption kink... voyeurism in a way? if God counts?

Notes;;

Happy Easter!! ... reposting because it didn’t show up in the tags originally

Main Masterlist || SKZ Masterlist

   Cool beads held between trembling fingers served as a direct contrast to the searing heat imprinted deep into your skin. Zealous prayer fell from your lips whilst Hyunjin massaged your back. He left his mark upon you wherever his nails grazed, his touch like that of a brand. Moving up to target the knots in your neck, his thumbs pressed down into your flesh as they trailed the length of your spine. Body arching to match his devilish caress, you exhaled a shaky gasp when your head reached his chest.

   Unable to gaze within the darkness of his stare, you closed your eyes and continued your prayer. It was difficult to remember where you left off so you started from the beginning, crossing yourself while Hyunjin’s fingertips wisped across your exposed shoulders. Scrunching your face in concentration, you spoke the Apostles’ Creed more so out of memory than intentional thought. The metallic chill of your crucifix wasn’t enough to ground you yet alone cool your heated desire.

   Willing yourself to ignore him was easier said than done, and the faint, near-imperceptible brush of his lips against your ear hurled you toward your breaking point. Like a feather dancing along your jaw, his finger hooked on your chin and tilted you into his space. Between the overpowering scent of his cologne and the murky shadows painting his face, all sense fled your body and, for the longest second, he became your singular devotion.

   Short-circuiting, you sought divine intervention from the Heavenly Father and found it within the explosive destruction of Hyunjin’s kiss, messy and ravenous and addictive. When he pulled away, his tongue toyed with your own, urging you forward into damnation. You gave him an inch but he wanted the full mile – a taste of paradise could satisfy no one, and he wouldn’t stop until you gave him everything.

   Snapping away from his beckoning gaze, you dedicated every functioning brain cell to the next step in the Rosary. The words to Our Father came out on instinct. Your voice sounded small and insecure in the vast emptiness of your room. Hyunjin prayed alongside you, somehow louder and more authoritative despite his lackadaisical demeanour. His amen overshadowed yours, almost tauntingly so. Even with his fingers burning circles unto your flesh and eliciting soft whimpers the further they descended, his faith outshone yours.

   Ice-cold air burned your throat. No clarity passed through your lungs as you inhaled deep to clear your mind; instead his scent seeped into your veins, clouding your sanity with temptation. Shrouding your kneeling form with his own, his body shielded you from the Heavens above. Meticulous fingers distracted you while wandering lips made claim to every inch of vulnerable skin. Squeezing your Rosary until your knuckles paled, you jumped to the next bead and continued your nightly devotional.

   “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Bless–”

   “Blessed are you among women,” Hyunjin purred, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His breath, hot and moist, fanned across your flushed cheek as sin poured forth from his wicked tongue.

   A master of deception, his soft bites and teasing licks were just a ruse. As you turned your head to accost him, mischievous eyes bore down upon you. A rush of blood thrummed in your head as your heartbeat quickened. The world fell away until your vision held him and naught else, allowing no room for any other. With your mind occupied, the advancement of his hand went unnoticed. Slipping south past your navel, the pads of his fingers were soft yet there was an underlying roughness to them.

   Unable to break your gaze from the desire swelling in his eyes, you gulped down a gasp when his fingers settled between your skirt-clad thighs. Caught within his vortex, you gravitated toward him, your body seeking his flames in order to ignite your own. His tongue darted forward to trail the inner edge of your bottom lip, tasting your chapstick and leaving a hint of himself for you to indulge in. He didn’t pull away, polluting your senses with his presence as you breathed him in deeper.

   His fingers inched up the short remainder of your thigh until they brushed against your clothed cunt. Jerking back from the sudden touch, your hand flew up to clamp down on your mouth and the moan that wanted to break free. The attempt was blocked by Hyunjin who pushed forward to capture your lips, devouring all your virtuous sounds while urging forth more. Entangled between clammy fingers was your Rosary. It swayed as you debated giving in to his advance, intoxicated by his fervent touch.

   Caressing your clit through your panties, he rubbed gentle circles until you broke the kiss and slapped him. Due to the angle the hit wasn’t hard or forceful but instead reprimanding. Deciding to end this before you shamed yourself before God, you moved to stand. Before you could lift yourself even an inch above the ground, his other arm wrapped around your waist and secured you against his rumbling chest. When his index finger began making the sign of the cross atop your clit, an overwhelming wave of red tore through you.

   Red-hot embarrassment fueled by red-hot rage.

   But the most vivid red was that of the tainted excitement welling within your core: red-hot desire.

   His impassive laugh was kindling to your wrath. “Come on, doll, aren’t you going to finish praying? Our most blessed Mother is waiting.”

   Once again you slapped him, this time uncoiling your Rosary and allowing the crucifix at its end to also meet his flawless face. A smirk crawled across his features. Darkness grew within his eyes as he looked down upon you as a wolf would a lamb. Quirking his brow in a taunt, he removed his hands and gave you space to breathe. When it appeared he would allow you enough time to at least complete your prayer, you continued.

   “... Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray–”

   “Pray for us sinners now,” Hyunjin drawled. Clenching your fist, you shot him an accusatory glare. “Sorry. Please, do go on.”

   After remaining courteous for the first decade and joining in for the occasional prayer here and there, his patience waned once you announced the second mystery. Invading your space, his hands roamed your body, tickling your skin and ruffling your clothes. Not paying him any mind, you threw yourself into your prayer and meditation.

   “Amen, amen, amen.” Biting your lip to stop yourself from retorting, you focused in on the delicate bead rolling between your thumb and finger. It soothed you up until the moment he began to speak yet again. Though his voice was liquid honey, it irritated you to no end. “‘The Lord is with you always, my child’.”

   Huffing out in exasperation, your mouth fell open to chide him only to snap close twice as fast. With little hesitation, his fingers pushed inside your panties and delved into your cunt. Gripping onto the edge of your bed, the holy beads dug deep into your palm under the pressure of your grasp. Hyunjin pumped two fingers in your throbbing pussy. Wet enough to squelch around him, shame burned throughout your entire body. Tears threatened to spill as you sucked him in deeper, desperate for more.

   “Is He here with us now? Watching you become my greedy little slut?”

   Relentless in his pursuit of your corruption, his fingers curled in search of your g-spot. When he found it, you saw stars. You clenched around his wiggling digits. He hummed in approval, focusing his efforts on that single spot. Pleasure built outward from your core. Riding the sensation, you bucked into his hand. He continued his onslaught, offering unspeakable ecstasy once his palm joined the foray and massaged your clit. It was too much at once and you whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder.

   “What will He think when I fuck you dumb? Will the Heavens part with a downpour as the angels weep?”

   Babbling in dissent, you couldn’t form the words you wanted to scathe him with. With no other choice but to grab his thigh to express yourself, your nails dug into his flesh. The harder he pounded his fingers into your cunt, the deeper you clawed at him. Perhaps fueled by your actions, his pace quickened. He bit your shoulder and you yelped, the sound turning into a strangled cry as your climax approached. You found yourself relinquishing control and giving in. Unable to look anywhere except the cross on your wall, guilt pushed you over the edge. Blinding white heat seared every cell of your body. Losing all sense of decency, you came within his hand, indulging in the orgasmic bliss that swept over you.

   “You fucking whore,” Hyunjin growled. Limp in his arms, he tossed you onto the bed with ease. “You didn’t ask before you sullied my hand with your come.” Using your skirt to wipe off his hand, he shook his head in disgust. Exhaustion drained you of your will to fire back a retort so you opted to remain silent. Tutting as he pulled his shirt off, he goaded you further. “Nothing to say?”

   “Fuck off.”

   He lowered himself onto the bed, hovering above your heaving chest. Admiring the way your breasts jiggled with each inhalation, he removed your nightgown. You mewled as he pinched your nipples. His hot breath warmed your skin as the cool night air settled around you. Arching into Hyunjin’s touch as his lips pressed hungry kisses against your stomach, every instinct in your body craved more of his delightful sin. You cursed him and received a mocking hum in return.

   Discarding your panties somewhere on the floor, his tongue licked first a vertical stripe then a horizontal one to complement it. Your eyes drifted to the cross and a shudder trickled down your spine.

   “That’s right, doll, bare your shame to Him. I want to see the exact moment He turns His back on you.”

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[nervouscitytmblr]

Taeyong and Jihoon in the studio

Dom Jihoon, sub Taeyong, blowjobs, cum eating, praise; Taeyong doesn't like to be called hyung but likes to call Jihoon sunbaenim — 1.1k

Jihoon sat on Taeyong's couch in his studio, awkward and nervous but needy and distracted. He hasn't interacted much with Taeyong, but has thought he was attractive any time he saw him online or in passing. It was hard not to notice him.

Jihoon wanted him to end the livestream.

Jihoon wanted his friend to leave.

Jihoon managed to contain himself until both of those things happened. After, Taeyong told him to stay a bit for them to talk more. Taeyong wanted Jihoon to produce a song for him. Jihoon would do anything if it meant they could be this close again, this alone and this together.

Together. Alone. Alone together.

Jihoon slid his hand onto Taeyong's shoulder. He was standing behind him as Taeyong sat at his desktop. Taeyong tensed and his words faltered, but he didn't comment. Jihoon took that as consent to keep going.

He moved to Taeyong's neck. He squeezed the back of it, then carded his fingers through Taeyong's hair. Taeyong wasn't speaking very well now.

"How often are you in here, hyung?" Jihoon asked, trying to be casual. If Taeyong so much as looked at him right now, he'd crumble.

"Don't call me that." Taeyong whispered.

Jihoon froze. "Oh. Sorry. Taeyong-shi—"

"No," Taeyong said, turning around. He took Jihoon's hand, but pressed it closer to him. They made eye contact. Jihoon's knees nearly buckled.

"Woozi-sunbaenim…" Taeyong started, eyes darting around Jihoon's face.

Jihoon laughed, shy. "You don't need to—"

He trailed off, Taeyong's eyes distracting him. They were so big, and so pretty, so pretty pretty pretty, would look so good looking up at him as he took cock, look so good rolling back in his head.

Jihoon kissed him. He couldn't stop himself. Taeyong let go of Jihoon's hand, and Jihoon grabbed a handful of his hair. Taeyong's lips were soft.

"Sunbaenim," Taeyong moaned, "take me."

Jihoon smiled. How cute. How needy. How overtly needy, desperate and eager. Jihoon wondered if his members fucked him well.

"Haven't had it in a while?" Jihoon asked. He kept one hand in Taeyong's hair and used the other to tilt his head up, fingers on his chin.

Taeyong shook his head slightly. Jihoon would've gotten lost in his eyes if it weren't for his cock twitching to life.

"Lock the door." Jihoon murmured.

He straightened, and Taeyong got up and stumbled to the door. He locked it, then turned back and stood, fiddling with his fingers. Jihoon smirked and sat on the couch. He patted his lap.

Taeyong hurriedly straddled him. He kissed him before Jihoon could speak. Jihoon chuckled, cupping Taeyong's face. He snaked down Taeyong's body and slipped inside his pants. Taeyong pushed his clothes down without breaking the kiss.

Jihoon cursed, seeing Taeyong's cock. Everything was pretty about him. He wrapped his hand around him and pumped. Taeyong whined (whined!), and looked down to watch. His hips were already twitching.

"God, fuck," Jihoon hissed, and he pushed Taeyong up and over to sit on the couch. If that's how Taeyong sounded from just a handjob, he needed to hear more. He got in between his legs and sucked his cock down.

"Oh—oh, shit, s-sunbaenim…" Taeyong mewled, hands in Jihoon's hair.

Jihoon was fast on him, needing to hear his whimpers and moans. Jihoon wasn't often called that title, and he found he liked it. Especially in this context, especially from Taeyong's whiny voice.

"You're such a good boy," Jihoon said, almost like he was talking to a dog, "put out so easily."

Taeyong whimpered. He hid his face in his hands. Jihoon smirked, licking up Taeyong's length. He suckled on his cockhead. Taeyong squirmed.

"I—I might not last long," Taeyong told him, shaky.

"I can tell." Jihoon commented. Taeyong's precum was streaming steadily. "Do you have lube?"

Taeyong looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and shook his head.

Jihoon ignored it, but his heart dropped with disappointment. He was thinking about bending Taeyong over his couch and fucking him good. Making his little cock bounce, making his arms give out, making his legs shake. Splattering his cum across the cushions.

"Next time, come to mine, and you can cockwarm me, yeah? Sit in my lap as I work. If you're good, maybe I'll let you bounce on my cock." Jihoon told him.

Taeyong's jaw dropped with a low moan. He nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be good." He whispered.

"Maybe I'll record us and sample it for the song I'm making you." Jihoon said, taking him down. Seeing that this was how Taeyong was, naturally submissive, greatly helped his confidence.

"Fuck—oh, please," Taeyong mewled. He was grinding into Jihoon's mouth.

Jihoon kept going. Taeyong's thrusts got faster, then he shook through his orgasm. Jihoon swallowed. He didn't let up until Taeyong was making tiny little choked moans, small yelps of overstimulation.

Jihoon sat back. Taeyong took a moment to gather himself, breathing and rubbing his eyes. He then pulled his clothes up, avoiding Jihoon's gaze.

Jihoon stood. Taeyong kept his head down as he said, "Thank you, sunbaenim."

"Any time. You wanna help me?" Jihoon asked.

Taeyong nodded and scooted to the edge of his seat, gently putting his hands on Jihoon's hips. Jihoon pushed down his clothes, letting his cock spring out. Taeyong got his mouth on it.

"Taeyong-hyung," Jihoon moaned in pure pleasure.

Taeyong looked up at him, staying on his dick, eyes as big and pretty as always, whining in complaint.

Jihoon ran his fingers through Taeyong's hair and chuckled. "Sorry, baby. You're just a little sweetie, aren't you? Little baby boy."

Taeyong's eyes fluttered shut and he took Jihoon deeper. Jihoon sighed in relief. He set both hands on Taeyong's hair, petting him, feeling how soft he was. He made sure not to move him, even if he was eager to fuck his face. Taeyong was fragile.

"So good, baby, so good." Jihoon murmured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, focusing on the feeling of Taeyong's warm mouth around him.

Taeyong pumped him fast as he said, "Want it on my face."

Jihoon groaned. He came just as fast as Taeyong, and he did what he was told, jerking off onto Taeyong's face. After, he took a moment to stare. To study Taeyong, to take in how beautiful he was. Even without his seed marking his face.

Jihoon found tissues and cleaned Taeyong up. He gave him a small kiss, making Taeyong smile. Jihoon was awkward again, but at least Taeyong was, too.

"You'll really make a song for me?" Taeyong asked quietly.

Jihoon grinned and kissed him once more. "Of course. Call me any time."

Taeyong looked down, shy. "Thank you, sunbaenim."

Jihoon would never feel the same way about that word ever again.

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[catsinthewater]

running back to mommy

🦑 skz family: auntie lino/dad jisung

🦑 1.3k words, pwp oneshot, rated E

“Please,” Jisung begged—begged—, grabbing at the loose fabric of her shirt. “Please, Minho–" “What? What, Jisung?” “Please.” He planted his forehead to her back, clutching at her like a pillar to keep his trembling body from crumbling into pieces. “Please fuck me again."

aka: auntie lino fucks jisung with her strap idk what you want me to tell you

by catsquids on ao3 (me!)

#skz #stray kids #minsung #skz family #smut #skz ff #kpop rpf #stray kids fanfic #rpf #skz smut #lee know x han #wetpawprint.docx

[markmeinyourh-aert]

chocolates in the floorboards

chocolates in the floorboards by ouchsolo

desc:

But then, he smells it. No, he doesn’t just smell it, Jaemin becomes it, his skin nearly shedding at the full body shudder that engulfs him as he approaches the register like a man fucking possessed. Jaemin feels himself push a woman out of the way, a sound of grievance and upset coming from behind him, but he hardly hears it, completely gone from his own senses and driven by one thing alone: instinct.

pairing: nomin

length: 18k words; oneshot

status: comp.

rating: m

genre & tags: abo dynamics, scent kink, smut

note: :D i am. a weak bitch. for anything abo. esp NOMIN ABO I LOVE LOVE LOVE NOMIN ABO FICS AAAAAAA anyway i usually love the alpha!jeno, omega!jaemin dynamic but this is the opposite of that and honestly??? living for it. v v hot. very much recommend reading it hehe :')

happy reading!! <3

#nct #nct dream #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nomin #nomin fics #abo #smut #kpop rpf

[pupch4nn1e]

Fuck plausibility I wanna read a fic where Chan pulls Minho's pants down and fucks him on stage in the middle of a concert because his boyfriend is just too damn irresistible for him to wait any longer

#minchan #skz ships #kpop rpf #skz rpf #skz smut #skz fanfic #fanfiction #ao3