namfine - Tumblr blog

namfine · 3 years

Text

Hello All!

It’s ~Admin Zesty~ here, and I’m sad to say I’ve been booked a one-way ticket on the departing train. I feel it’s my duty to our readers to explain why, in the hopes that those involved can learn and grow from this.

As a disclaimer, I don’t claim to speak for Umami and Fizzy; they have been cordial in taking their leave, and everything I’m about to say stems from my own observations and conclusions. A lot has come to the surface in the past 24 hours, putting together puzzle pieces that none of us knew about. I’ll get to that in a moment, but I have to say this: Umami and Fizzy have been cordial. I will not. I was asked to leave; but more on that later.

I tend to let things pass; I’m a fairly easy-going person. I’m not one to pick fights and will often let things slide, or assume I’m imagining them. I like to give my friends the benefit of the doubt, which they deserve until proven otherwise. The boiling point for me with this was a brief argument I got into with Tart right before Christmas. This was not the first time I felt like Tart was looking for a fight, which heavily contributed to the overflow that followed. I expressed my distaste at people not wearing masks in the Atlanta airport while I was sitting waiting for my flight (a photo of the airport, me = masked, captioned “I hate the South”). Tart immediately jumped on me, claiming I was “belittling the work of Black activists in Atlanta” by “generalizing the South” - the South, which I know intimately well, having been raised in the Carolinas for 16 years of my life. My wealth of experience, in addition to the physical experience I was having in that airport, was invalid in the face of Tart’s experience living in the rural Midwest- which is, of course, exactly the same as the Bible Belt.

This may seem like a small grievance to some, but to me, it was the straw on the camel’s back. I left every server - the general discord, our private writing discord, and the Namjoon server where we all met. I work a very demanding full-time job, which is stressful enough as it is; I couldn’t allow my hobby to stress me out too. I just had to get away for my mental health, just so I could breathe. I did not unfollow or block any of the other admins on any social medias - not private DM’s on discord, Snapchat, Instagram, etc. Immediately, Fizzy and Umami reached out to ask if I was okay, and I explained that I just needed a break.

Tart reached out to apologize, and the apology seemed sincere. We reconciled, but there was no further attempt to reach out and invite me back to any of the servers. I was content to just take a break and let this go, and return to writing when I felt ready - and that’s where things remained since then, up until today. I remained in cordial contact with the other admins, apart from Tart but I did not believe there was any hostility.

When Umami posted their departure, I noticed the post on the blog. I reached out to them, asking if they were okay, and they explained to me the circumstances surrounding their decision to leave. Many of our experiences were similar, once we starting talking. I was sympathetic to their decision, but still felt committed to taking a leave of absence and returning when the time was right. Then, as many of you have already seen, Fizzy left as well. Umami and Fizzy both made the decision to leave separately; Umami posted the same message she posted on the Tumblr and the general Discord in the private server before leaving everything without another word. After Fizzy made her decision, she reached out to me on behalf of Tart and Minty - the first I’ve heard from Tart since we reconciled, and the first I’ve heard from Minty regarding the blog at all, albeit indirectly. They asked me to announce my departure, never having bothered to check-in with me themselves, firsthand.

All of this stems from the bigger issues at play here, which I’d like to talk about, in what detail I can. As I said before, these are my own observations and conclusions; but I think they’re important, and I’m going to make sure I’m heard. Tart and Minty both contributed to a toxic environment, and it’s only after leaving that I’ve been able to see it for what it was. It’s been building up to the point that two other admins decided to leave of their own accord, and if that doesn’t tell you the state of things, I’m not sure what will.

Near the end, Tart stopped being supportive of not only me, but also Umami. They were so caught up in themselves that ideas pitched were blatantly ignored or outrightly criticized. They made me feel alienated a lot of the time, something I’ve come to realize was not solely my experience. They disregarded my vents while at the same time demanding attention and validation of their own, several times a day. They are possessive over Jungkook to the point where the rest of us stopped writing about him, out of fear of getting snapped at. They complained about the lack of likes or attention from followers, while also managing to complain about attention from followers. They are judgy, condescending, and belittling to others that they deem lesser - which includes me, supposedly their friend. They constantly contradict themselves in various situations, taking whatever viewpoint best enables them to start a fight. There was also a multitude of microaggressions that I only noticed the magnitude of in retrospect; but that is Umami’s story, and it’s not my place to say any more on the matter.

Umami has told me that she will be elaborating more on this, and for those who would like to hear her side of the story, you will find it on her new blog here.

Minty is Tart’s more tactful twin. She is either oblivious to the actions of Tart or outrightly ignores them, exhibiting the same lack of support that Tart has always displayed. She’s complacent with the constant bullying and abuse of both her fellow admins and members of the blog's discord. It’s bystander apathy to the highest degree at best, and enabling at worst. Throughout all of this, Minty has not once reached out to me to address any of this.

Throughout the past month, I did not reach out to Tart or Minty. I felt like after the apology with Tart it was the assailant's job to instigate the conversation of whether or not the one who was upset (me) would like to join the group again. That conversation was never had, and I never stated that I wanted to leave. It's not fair to expect me to grovel to the other admins and beg to be returned to my position. I felt the apology went well, and I was content to leave it all in the past. Instead, the other admins just assumed since I had left the discord, I therefore left the blog. Had the apology been sincere, I would have been welcomed back with open arms.

I thought you were my friends, but friends don’t treat each other like this. Friends don’t make each other feel like they have to walk on eggshells around them. Friends should support each other and lift each other up, not turn everything into a competition or a fight. If I had realized that others around me were feeling the same way, I would not have sat silent for this long. For that, I apologize - to Umami, and to you, readers.

I was asked to leave, so I’m leaving. This is my exit. I will be taking my work with me, just as Umami did. Umami was kind enough to invite me to join her on her other blog, so I will be housing my works there. I will be writing more in the future, so if you enjoyed any of my work, please feel free to follow me over there.

I want to thank you, readers, for taking the time to support my work. I feel like I’ve grown a lot as a writer since we started this, and it used to be a lot of fun. I hope to recapture that joy with a fresh start, and I hope that you come join me, if you feel so inclined.

But in case I don’t see you…click here.

~Admin Zesty~

#bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfiction #adminzesty #zestyOUT #holllaaaaa

5 notes · View notes

namfine · 3 years

Text

Hi everyone! Admin Fizzy here! So after some careful consideration and really thinking about it I have also decided that I will also be leaving the blog. I'll still be in our discord server because I love talking to you all BUT I just won't be writing for bts or any groups. I don’t really enjoy writing for them anymore and find it hard to sit down and write. I'll be keeping my work up so do not fret about that, yall can read it whenevah ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) Thanks yaaalllllll

#admin fizzy

4 notes · View notes

namfine · 3 years

Text

Hi everyon!

Its umami, and I have kind of a massive update in regards to myself and my works. Shortly after I post this I’ll be leaving the blog. I’ve thought about it for a long time and I’ve decided it’s something I really need to do. I just need to step away from everything entirely for a while so I can really focus on my mental health. I’ve taken down all of my works thus far; excluding Sloth and any ask prompts, and eventually(over the next few months) I’m gonna start reposting things on my sideblog here. I didn’t bother removing anything from my ao3, so if there are any readers saddened that my stuff is missing, it does still exist lol

I wanna thank everyone that’s enjoyed my work over the last year, that really does mean a lot to me and I feel like I’ve grown so much as a writer since we started this blog. Hopefully after a nice calm break I can get back to it, and maybe one day I’ll finish Black Swans lol

Anyway, I love yall! Peace out! And if anyone needs me you can find me on my sideblog from here on out <3

-umami~

#admin umami #umami out #update

6 notes · View notes

namfine · 3 years

Text

Reblogging for Halloween!!! 🎃😈🕸

『Seven Deadly Sins』

Our first milestone project!! This has been in the works for a long time now, and we’re excited to finally show you what we’ve been working on!! ^.^

This is a 7 chapter series written by the 5~

It is a connected episodic series where y/n travels through the realms of the seven sins. (ppsstt, its smut with plot wink* wink*) Below the cut is the master-list for the series!

[ FINISHED!! ]

~Umami

Keep reading

501 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Text

This fic absolutely fuckin ruins me, and I hope yall are ready cuz I've got the scoop, and chapter 2 drops next Sunday!!

Minty and fizzy are really out to hurt us this time 😶

-umami~

《The Emperor’s Dagger》 ch1 | myg

❦ pairing: emperor!yoongi x concubine!reader ❦ w/c: 4.5k ❦ summary: you recall the first night that you began to love your emperor more than your job required. you find yourself in a dangerous situation that surely means death if mistakes are made. being careful is your first priority, but it’s easy to forget where and who you are when you lock eyes with him. ❦ tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, the tiniest bit of fluff you ever saw, brief blood/gore descriptions, derogatory names but not in the way you think, fingering, slight begging, slight nibbling, “be quiet or people could hear” trope, a little adorable aftercare yoongi is here uwu ❦ a/n: guys get fuckin PUMPED okay, this is a massive collab between admin fizzy and myself. without her brain, i could not be posting this. we are so so so excited to bring you this crazy story. as far as we have planned, there are 15 chapters. this has (kind of obviously) been in the works since daechwita dropped, so i’m sure you won’t have any trouble picturing our lovely king. this is a complete fantasy setting, so please do know that i am not trying to emulate any particular culture or time period. also! very important announcement! we have a discord! please join our discord here, where you will be able to chat directly with all the admins and other fans of the blog, get access to sneak peaks of the stuff we’re dropping, and just have a good ol time with us and the community. you never know, saying something or dropping a pic of your fave might just make us need to write a drabble about it. nobody under 18 please, as this is a nsfw blog and therefore a nsfw discord. if we find someone has lied about their age, it is an automatic ban. anyway, thanks luv, enjoy!

- admin minty

Blood stains your blade, glistening bright crimson in the hot sun. You’re surrounded by anguish, pain, the sounds of final breaths and final cries. The dead soldier that lies on the dirty brick in front of you, who had been alive and trying to claim your life only moments before is staring lifelessly into the middle distance. You fight the urge to close his eyes; you two could have been friends, after all. You probably have even crossed paths before. A shudder runs through you at the thought. How many of these men that will meet their end at your sword will you have known? How many of your people will have to die? Are they still even your people? You don’t want to know the answer to these questions.

What had he called you? What had he said before his sword clashed with yours?

That’s right.

“Whore.”

You never anticipated being in this situation. You had never wanted to have to fight; you only had wanted to look as beautiful as he had wielding a sword. Fighting was always something that was necessary for your people, but it was never something you would have to be doing yourself. You’d heard palace guards talking about some distant battle and thought it might be a fun adventure– going off to war. You were wrong. You were naive. About a lot of things, it turns out.

That was a different time, when your only adventure came in the form of a secret romance. When the riskiest thing you did was love an emperor. Your emperor. Your Yoongi.

Where is he?

You look back to where you had last seen him on the battlefield. His long blonde hair shines like gold in the midday sun, only rivaling the sheen of his trusted blade. He cuts down his opponent with a decisive swing, the sick squelching sound of innards falling onto the hot stone as the man cries out. You watch as he expertly scans his surroundings, looking for anyone else that would dare challenge his skill in the chaos. He’s missing an earring, you realize. Both of you are heaving under the stress of battle. This is more than you’d ever prepared for. You don’t know if you’ll make it.

Your hesitant eyes meet his assured ones, and for an instant, sword in hand, it’s like the first night you’d snuck up to meet him in his chambers.

Keep reading

#yoongi smut #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min yoongi #bts fanfiction #emperor!yoongi #concubine!reader #bts smut #namfine #admin minty #admin fizzy #admin collab #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #series #yoongi series #join our discord!#it's fun in there i promise

426 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

Hi, I recently read your 7 deadly sins series and I loved it, you did such an awesome job!! If it’s okay, I just have a couple questions regarding the series: was the whole plot that she had to go through all the 7 sins so that she can become an 8th deadly sin herself? In the end, did she end up taking Namjoons throne and becoming queen of hell or something like that? At the end, did she end up in a poly relationship with the boys? Thanks!!

Hi!! And thank you so much ^.^

But yes that was the plot more or less, a lot of it is up to interpretation but the basic premise is them facing all 7 sins as they dive deeper into hell. Weither their main goal at the start was to become a sin or to just test if they could conquer them all is up to you~ The 8th sin "boasting" really goes hand in hand with pride, so I wanted to have this dynamic of them being equals in the end. I was trying to have the mc embody this huge ego by having them think they could dethrone Pride himself, but if they do it or not is up to yall~ They have a millenia to duke it out now either way lol And as far as there being a polly dynamic afterwards, I never really thought of that? Its all ambiguous so if u wanna see if like that then by all means, go for it!

Hope that helps ^^"

-umami~

#asks #admin umami #seven deadly sins au

2 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

Hi, can i just say I've reread your Seonghwa smut (movie) at least 15 times and today I saw you updated a part 2 with Hongjoong!!! Your work is amazing, I hope you continue to update :)

Hehe I’m glad you liked it

I’m NOT saying there could be a part 3 but—

-Fizzy

#admin fizzy #anonymous

3 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB 🥺

y’all really out here tryna make us cry huh

thank you so much for liking it! we worked really hard on our seven sins series and had many a brainstorming session in our discord. all of us brought our own flair to the series and showed our strengths as writers. it was something we loved doing and there will definitely be more series in the future!!

~admin tart｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

#admin tart #asks #ambersaesthetics

16 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Text

Pink Lace

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader Warnings: Pegging, degrading, sub!Wooyoung, dom!Reader, oral(m), Synopsis: You introduce not only one, but two things to Wooyoung when you were in the bedroom. And he finds that he likes them more than expected. A/N: Uh I literally have nothing to say except that I want to do all these things to Wooyoung, bye. -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

Wooyoung stood in front of the mirror, twisting and turning his body to admire himself. He had a thoughtful look on his face, lips pursed and eyebrows raised in approval. When you had presented the box wrapped in holographic purple and blue paper, he had an inkling of suspicion of what was inside of it. When he pulled off the lid and came face to face with a sheer pink, floral lingerie set, he didn’t even try to hide the surprise that overtook his face. He pulled the set out, turning it in his hands and went to look at you, sitting right next to the box on the bed. You two had discussed wanting to try new things in the bedroom. He vaguely remembers you mentioning lingerie, but he just assumed that meant for you. So imagine his surprise when you said that the lingerie was actually for him. He laughed of course, the idea of him being in lingerie seemed a little bit off to him, but the moment he saw the way you were biting your lips and how your eyes grew hazy, his mind began to take a different turn. Which is how he ended up putting it on and was shocked to find that he found himself looking pretty damn good. As he kept turning in front of the mirror, he caught your eyes in the reflection and let a smirk cross his face.

“You know babe, I look pretty good in this. Maybe better than you would.” He chided playfully but deep down he was really admiring the way the fabric felt against his skin, the way the intricate floral design popped against him. The fabric was sheer enough that he could make out his cock behind the pink, shaded in a lovely hue. He heard something clink behind him but when he spun around to look, all he saw was you clearly holding something behind your back. “Whatcha got there?” He questioned with a laugh, finally twisting away from the mirror completely and walking towards you. Your lips were pressed in the thin line, and he could tell there was something you wanted to ask him. “There’s something else I wanted to try out tonight.” Your voice came out tiny but you tried to hold out. Your heart was beating against your rib cage, your hands grew slick with sweat and gripped tighter onto the object you were holding. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, the look was so innocent that you almost felt a little bad about asking what was on your mind. “Well uh…” Slowly but surely you pulled out the object from behind your back and rested it in your lap. The silence was deafening and you could feel your cheeks reddening. You wish Wooyoung would say something, but then again if you were in his shoes you would also be at a loss for words.

“...You want to fuck me? Literally?” He finally spoke but you wish he said something else, literally anything but that, especially in such a shocked tone. You got the courage to look him in the eyes, finding only an amused look upon his face. You tightened your hold on the strap-on, the heat on your cheeks increasing. “Mhm.” Was all you were able to muster. Wooyoung reached out and grazed his fingers along the strap-on. You knew it was a lot to ask, but you really wanted to try it out. The fantasy of you being the one fucking him has been in your mind more times than you could imagine. “Do you have lube?” His question brought you out of your daydream. Your lips parted to speak but you were so baffled that he asked, your words melted on your tongue. However when you finally collected yourself, you eagerly answered him.

“Yeah! You’re okay with this Woo? I know it’s a lot to try out for one night.” He simply shook his head and waved you off, a grin making way. He placed both hands on either side of you and leaned down, the end of his nose bumping into yours. You jutted your chin up, looking him square in the eyes. “Let’s see how good you can fuck me.” He softly pressed his lips against yours, grabbing the strap-on and tossing it to the side. His mouth moved against you, gently nipping at your bottom lip and coaxing you to let his tongue in. You could feel your panties dampening with every passing second and you reached a hand out to touch Wooyoung, happy to find that his cock was already half hard. He began to press into you, making you lean back in the bed. For a quick second you allowed him to do so, until you remembered that you were supposed to be the one in charge. You placed your hand on his chest to stop his movements. You pulled your head back to disconnect your lips, giggling at Wooyoung still moving his mouth in a pucker. He opened his eyes and pouted at you. “I’m supposed to be the one in charge here, Woo.” You breathe out against his mouth, the tip of your tongue peeking out to lick his lips. Wooyoung swallows hard and grins, leaning back and maneuvering to lay down next to you. He puts his hands behind his head and waits for you to continue. You swing your leg over his body, grinding your clothed pussy over his cock. He groans and puts his hands on your waist, trying to drag you over himself. You lean down and connect your lips once more, pressing yourself more into him. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling the strands in between your fingers. Wooyoung moans softly into your mouth and bites on your lower lip. You rotate your hips on him, the shape of him pressing deliciously on your damp panties. Soon the urge became too much and you pulled away, crawling over his body to grab something off the dresser. You sat on your haunches and wiggled the bottle of lube. Wooyoung's cock twitched at the sight and you feel it under you, a smirk crossing your lips. You scooted off his hips and instructed him to spread his legs so you could sit in between them. Leaning forward you placed kisses on Wooyoung’s stomach, slowly descending towards his waiting member. His hips lift up to your mouth when you’re above them, his member aching for your touch. One kiss turns into two and soon you’re kissing all over him over the material, letting your tongue drag across the fabric of the lingerie.

His breath comes out short, subtly grinding up into your mouth, wanting to feel more of your mouth on him. His cock hardens more at your tongue and lips grazing over it and he wants nothing more than to shove himself into your mouth. When you finally slip his cock out through the top, the cool air causes him to sigh in relief. Softly at first, you kissed and licked with the tip of your tongue, teasing him with the lightest of touches. Soon you put him entirely into your mouth, giving him no time to adjust to the sudden change. Wooyoung’s breath catches in his throat and his hands claw at the bedsheets. He lifts his head to stare at you, watch you swallow him whole, the way your cheeks hollow and glide along his shaft. You go to the end, feeling his finely trimmed hair tickle your nose. Wooyoung lets out a low groan and reaches a hand out to hold you there but you slap it away. Locking eyes with him, you bring yourself upward, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue drag on the underside. You close your mouth around the head and with a wet pop you release him and make your way back up. He kisses you eagerly, not hearing the sound of the bottle cap flicking open. You shift your position so that his right leg is in between your own, his thigh pressing your wet panties into you. You press your lips harder into him and shift your hand down, hovering before his hole. “Woo…” He doesn’t respond, too entranced with kissing you. “Woo…!” He hums in response, hands lightly holding your waist. You continue to speak, giving him light kisses. “I need to get you ready for me, darling. Can you handle it?” He whimpered against your mouth, squeezing your hips as a response. You tap his left leg, instructing him to lift it up for easier access. Using your ring and pinky finger, you moved the fabric to the side, letting the tips of your middle and index finger gently rub at Wooyoung’s entrance. He gasped softly against you, eyes fluttering open to look at you. You readjusted your face, now letting the end of your nose touch his and continued to circle his hole.

“You ready?” You muttered quietly. He nodded, cock twitching in excitement. You started gently, slowly pushing one finger in. His breath hitched but you cooed at him to just relax, and he slowly released his breath. Soon you were stretching him out, eventually adding your other finger to the mix. Wooyoung’s moans were quiet but enough to keep you going. It was a foreign feeling to both of you, but the experience was thrilling, the new sounds he was making just spurred you on. You had set a good pace, fucking him to the point where you were just brushing against that sweet spot inside him. You change your position once again, now moving your other hand to his leaking cock and grasping it in your hand. Wooyoung gasps, his beautiful moans making you do one in return. Matching the pace of your fingers you began to stroke him, squeezing in time when you felt yourself touch that one place. “Y/n please, I’m gonna cum-and we didn’t even get to the good stuff yet.” He whimpered out, gripping the wrist of the hand that was on his cock. You stopped stroking him but kept your other fingers moving, wanting him to be as prepared as possible. After a couple of more seconds, you pulled your fingers out. You stood off the bed and stripped off your clothes, tossing them to the side. You reached for the strap-on and tied it on yourself, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring more over it. Wooyoung lifted his head and licked his lips, going forward to lean on his knees. “You gonna fuck me good? Make me cum all over this cock?” He sat up and wrapped a hand around the strap, tugging it towards him. He wore a smug grin and you just wanted to wipe it right off his face.

“Turn around.” You commanded in a calm voice. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, challenging you. You glide a hand down his chest and pinch his nipple abruptly. He hisses but the pain subsides when he sees the serious look on your face. “Wow, so demanding.” He winks at you but turns around, stretching like a cat as he gets on his hands and knees. He turns his head back to face you, giving you a cheeky smile. You shake your head with a smirk and place your hands on his hips, tugging his ass back to you. You start by rubbing a hand over his cheek, digging your nails into his skin. Wooyoung seems to get impatient because he wiggles his ass at you and turns his head once more. “Are you gonna fuck me or what…? Daddy?” His voice comes out smug but you don’t even register his tone because something in you clicks. You give a harsh slap to his cheek, the sound resonating throughout the room. Wooyoung gasps and lurches forward, the sudden hit taking him by surprise but it doesn’t stop him from swallowing or his cock from twitching. “Fuck y/n, are you into that?” His question comes out with a laugh but underneath it you can sense it turns him on. You don’t respond, only climbing onto the bed and forcing him to move up to make room for you. You give another slap to his cheek, more gentle this time, enjoying the way the soft red shows from behind the pink lace. “Shut up and be a good little slut for daddy.” Wooyoung wants to moan at the authority in your voice. Never did he think he would be into wearing lingerie, taking a strap, and calling someone else daddy. All these new things were sending his heart and cock into overdrive. He could feel his precum dripping out of himself and onto the bed. You pull the fabric away from his ass and slide the strap in between his cheeks, the lube helping it glide smoothly. You could hear Wooyoung mewling quietly, trying to subtly grind his ass back on you. You position the tip of the strap at his entrance and you feel him tense up.

“Safe word is ‘treasure’ okay?” You say softly and run a hand down his back. He nods and you grab both cheeks in your hands, using them as leverage as you slowly pushed yourself into him. He cries out a bit and fists at the sheets, head dropping the more you pushed yourself in. You ‘shh’ him tenderly, whispering for him to let his body relax. You pause to let him adjust to the foreign feeling. “Are you okay, baby?” You put a hand on his shoulder and massage him. “Mhm, just give me a sec.” You nod even though he can’t see you, still massaging his shoulder. He releases a breath and tells you to keep going. You place both hands back on his ass and continue to push yourself, hearing him sigh in content when you bottomed out. Giving him a couple of more moments to get used to it, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his back. He chuckles and tells you to move. Your movements are slow at first but it doesn’t take you long to speed up, the sound of your hips slapping against him causing him to whimper into the air. You find your rhythm quickly and soon you have Wooyoung burying his head into the mattress, desperately grasping anything he could reach. You move your hands to his waist and tighten your hold. “Fuck baby, you’re fucking me so good.” He cries into the sheets. You smack his ass again, harsh like the first time you did it. “That’s not my name, slut.” You slow your movements and you could see the urgency in Wooyoung’s eyes when he twists his head to look at you. “Please...fuck me, daddy.” Without saying a word you resume, going into your rough pace immediately. You could see that Wooyoung was struggling to keep his moans at bay, but you wanted to hear him, wanted to hear how good you were making him feel. You continue to fuck him, the power in your thrusts increasing each passing second. Wooyoung drops the upper half of his body onto the bed and turns his head to the side. You could see him clenching his teeth, nose scrunched up in pleasure, sweat shining on his forehead. “You’re such a good little whore for daddy. You like the way I fuck you? The way your ass takes this cock?” Your words had his insides on fire, his body aching for release. You wanted him to cum, wanted to see him unravel before you. “Moan for me, slut. Moan for daddy.” You reach to his front with one hand and wrap it around his cock, matching your rhythm to the one of your hips. At that, Wooyoung couldn’t take it anymore, a loud moan escaping his lips once he felt you start to jerk him off. He wasn’t going to last any longer.

“F-fuck-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum y/n. Please don’t stop!” You squeeze his cock and with a few more thrusts, he finishes, white ropes spilling over your fingers and onto the bed sheets. You slow your movements and take your hand off him, his shudders telling you that he was overstimulated. When you stopped completely you pulled out of him, using your clean hand to take the strap-on off. You tossed it to the side as Wooyoung collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. You went to your bathroom and returned moments later with a wet rag. You cleaned your hand in the bathroom and went to clean up Wooyoung, the damp cloth feeling soothing against his hot skin. You laid next to him on your back, staring at his fucked out expression. His eyes were closed and he was still panting, but not as hard as earlier. He opens his eyes, giving you a small smile. “That was...wow.” He laughed and you joined in, feeling flutters in your chest. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You turned on your side and rubbed your hand up and down his back. The silence that followed was comforting. “Do you want me to take care of you?” You shook your head and smiled, saying that it was alright. “I didn’t think you were into that y/n. Makes me wonder what kind of other stuff you like.” He teased you and scooted close, puckering his lips for a kiss. You chuckled and met him halfway, sighing in content when your lips met. “Let’s save that for another time, yeah? Next time you get to introduce something.” Wooyoung’s eyes sparkle with mischief and he gives you a coy smile. “I hope you’re ready then, daddy.”

#ateez smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #admin fizzy #ateez

131 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

Hiii♡ can I request a fluffy smut with jungkook and a lot of rain. Like it started raining and you're both drenched and hurry back home and... Yeah well, you're both cold and drenched and one thing leads to another... you probably get it hehe Thank you🥺💕

Hello!

Here’s a lil rain smut for ya, not a whole lotta fluff but I threw some in there. Hope you enjoy!

-Admin Zesty

It wasn’t supposed to rain today.

Or, at least, that’s what the weather forecast had said that morning when you and Jungkook had left the house. Regardless, you had been caught out in the downpour, rivets of it running through your hair and down your body, plastering your thin clothes to your form.

Jungkook was no better. The white long sleeved shirt he had thrown on that morning clung to his body, outlining the shape of his shoulders, the muscles in his back. He pulled you into the apartment behind him, both of you laughing at how soaked you were. You were lucky the weather was so warm or else the experience would have been horribly unpleasant.

“Why don’t you change into something dry?” Jungkook said, pulling you close to kiss your forehead. “Or else you’ll catch a cold. I’m going to light the fire.”

You pulled away to look up at him, your hands nesting into his soaked shirt. “The fire? It’s May.”

He crinkled his eyes at you, giving you a mocking voice. “I know, but I want to open the windows so we can listen to the rain and I don’t want it to get drafty, genius.”

You laughed as you untangled yourself from him and disappeared into your shared bedroom, stripping off the soaked clothing piece by piece. Grabbing a towel you dried off your body and rubbed out your hair before running a comb through it. Looking at the mirror you held back a grimace. You looked rough but honestly, who wouldn’t after they got completely drenched on the city streets.

You decided to forsake the pants and just put on a simple pair of underwear and one of Jungkook’s baggy t-shirts. He wouldn’t mind and honestly, they were beyond comfortable. You liked how they smelled of him, oaky with a hint of pine.

You returned to the living room to find Jungkook crouched stoking the fire, still in his soaked clothes. As promised, the windows were open and the steady sound of rain filled the room alongside the crackling fire. He was right, the open windows brough a chill to the room and the fire was a welcomed asset. The sound of the heavy rain through the trees silenced any sounds of traffic from the street below and you were high enough up that you just had a view of dense forest and partial bits of cloudy sky. The trees stood ominously as the sun slowly set and a soft darkness settled over the room making you glad for Jungkook’s presence.

You moved behind him, sliding to the floor before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, soaking in his warmth.

“What are you doing? You just changed and now you’re going get wet again,” he said. Satisfied with the fire he put down the poker and leaned back into your embrace, intertwining his fingers with yours against his toned stomach.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, lips brushing against his back. You felt him shiver from the subtle movement, the fire quickly doing it’s job of warming the room. He turned in your arms to look at you before scooping his head down to catch your lips.

The kiss was slow, gentle, like he had all the time in the world. The rain pattered outside and a gentle breeze blew throughout the room as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He laughed at your earnestness and smiled against your lips. “Someone’s a little eager after all that walking we just did. Did that not wear you out?”

You pulled back and gave him a sardonic look. “Really, Jungkook? You think walking four blocks in the rain is enough to keep me from jumping your bones the second we get home? Guess again.”

He laughed again and leaned back on his hands, his long legs spread out on either side of your crouched form. “Maybe I’m tired.”

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on either side of his narrow hips and brought your face right up to his. “Bullshit.”

He laughed, knowing you were right. Jungkook was never too tired for sex.

“You have to get out of these clothes though,” you said, pulling at his shirt. It clung to his skin, sticky to the touch but through it’s thin material you could see his dark, erect nipples and the canyon of his abs in the firelight.

He watched you, lazily, as you slid your fingers under the hem and lifted the damp fabric up over his head. You moved to straddle him, brushing your fingertips over his tanned skin, sticky from the rain. You ran them along his collarbone and down his torso before coming to a rest on the waistband of his pants. Jungkook watched your movements like a cat watching a mouse in the garden, with feigned interest but a body poised to strike.

You tugged on his pants and gave him a pout. “Are you going to help with these or just watch?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “This was your idea, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes knowing he was getting a kick out of making you do all the work and unzipped his pants to reach down and palm him through his underwear. You were a little surprised to feel how hard he was already for the disinterest he was feigning.

“Seems like someone’s a little more eager than they’re letting on.” You whispered and Jungkook let out a slow grin, knowing he was caught.

“I’m a little interested.”

You increased the pressure on his bulge and felt his cock jump under your hand. “Just a little?”

Jungkook groaned, his head lulling back to expose his long neck and Adam's apple which bounced as he swallowed. You felt heat pool in your core at the sight of him completely under your control.

“Okay,” he panted as you removed your hand and stood up, eyeing him as you slid your panties down your legs and tossed them away, his eyes devouring your every move. “I’m more than just a little interested.”

You settled back over him, reaching down to slip his member through the hole in his boxers, making sure to push them down past his balls so he wouldn’t have obstructed access. He was almost fully hard just from your palming but you gave him a few pumps, watching the way his face twisted into one of unadulterated pleasure.

“You’re g-going to have to stop t-that,” Jungkook stuttered, his face flushed red. The rain began to pick up outside and a cool breeze caressed your legs. “Or I’m going to c-come.”

“Ready, then?” You asked lifting your hips so that you could line him up with your entrance.

“I was born ready,” he whispered and you pushed onto him in one fluid motion, reveling in the way he filled you up entirely.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook whined, feeling your tight walls around his cock. You began to softly grind your hips into him and he finally moved from his relaxed position to move up and grip your hips, pulling you down into him as you moved. You wrapped one arm around his neck to balance as you rode him. Mist had begun to settle outside with the darkness of the night and the steady fall of the rain made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

Jungkook was growing impatient at your slow pace, you could feel it in the way his hands tightened on your hips and the little growls he let out in the back of his throat as he leaned forward to capture your neck with his lips and nip at the sensitive skin as you worked him towards his release. You loved the power you held over him in this position, the way his body responded to every roll of your hips and the depths he could reach deep inside you.

Finally, his impatience got the best of him and he flipped the both of you over, not entirely graceful since his pants were still on and you both laughed at the imperfectness of the situation. Jungkook hovered over you in the firelight and you reached up to caress his face, studying his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Jungkook slowly pushes back inside of you, reaching down to seize your lips with his own before looking into your eyes. “I love you, too.”

He begins to move his hips into you fervently and you wish you could hold onto this moment forever. The sheer adoration and trust you had in this man made your heart soft and you clung to his back as he picked up his pace, chasing his release.

It’s a light touch, a caress, a flick of the tongue and a brush of hot air as he thrusts himself into you again. And again. Until he is sputtering out of control, spilling himself deep inside you, and collapsing beside you on the floor in front of the fire.

He immediately reached for you, wanting to feel you in the security of his arms and you fold yourself into him, welcoming the embrace. You wrap your arms around him, brushing the hair out of his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead. Now he looked spent.

“Your pants are still wet,” you whispered and he chuckled against you, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips until brushing against your soft lips.

“I don’t care,” he responded before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as the rain began to lighten up outside.

#bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts #fanfiction #bts imagines #asks #anon asks #admin zesty

211 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Text

『Seven Deadly Sins』

Our first milestone project!! This has been in the works for a long time now, and we’re excited to finally show you what we’ve been working on!! ^.^

This is a 7 chapter series written by the 5~

It is a connected episodic series where y/n travels through the realms of the seven sins. (ppsstt, its smut with plot wink* wink*) Below the cut is the master-list for the series!

[ FINISHED!! ]

~Umami

Keep reading

#seven deadly sins #bts smut

501 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Text

❂ | 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙 | ❂

Pride is a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Ω pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader

Ω word count: 4k

Ω summary: He’s waited a long time to see you, and he’s taken pride in his patience. You meet him at a crossroads, a gleaming domain he’s worked countless hours to build. But you’ve come all this way for a purpose, and you were no longer asking. You’d come to take, to demand -to spread your wings.

Ω tags: 18+, Namjoon x fem!reader, Throne sex, Daemon!Namjoon, Hell au(yall knew where this was going), unprotected sex, biting, light choking, big dom vs dom energy, genital piercings.

Ω part: 7 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.

⋫ Link to Master List here

Ω a/n: The final chapter!! I’m sorry again that this one had to come a couple of days late, but I hope you all enjoy it. And I hope this answers a lot of the questions I know a lot of you have had.(If not feel free to ask) We had a lot of fun doing this, and we’re excited to work on what ever knew ideas we come up with next! Love you all! <3

-umami~

You made it this far, your final destination only a button press away.

You stepped inside the luxurious elevator as it opened way for you, taking note at the way the gold plating gleamed under the warm lights. The tiny space in the elevator proved much higher than it was wide, an intricate chandelier swaying several feet above your head. You watched it closely, seeing the jewels it was adorned with twinkle back at you. It felt ominous, claustrophobic -even with the gold plating showing you your reflection from all sides. You watched yourself on the surface just waiting to see if the eyes of Wrath would appear. The anticipation grew too strong and you pulled your gaze away before you could know. You turned, clutching your belongings to your chest. The old wooden box you carried held your memories -the ones you could fit. A tarnished ruby necklace, a mirror, a lacrimosa filled with blood -flaking paint clinging to its edges, an hourglass that was seldom visible, and a single feather -you balanced the vintage wine under your arm. You felt like you were bringing party favors, a potluck in hell.

A ring of purple light caught your eye. Your gateway to the last flour, the seventh. You pressed the button and braced yourself for the descent. The room shook and creaked before it started to fall. You pressed yourself back against the far wall, bending your knees for stability as the air in the room rose. You could feel your blood simmering as the feeling of falling overtook you. There were no windows in the room so you could never tell how far the drop was, it felt different every time.

The room slowed to a halt, the metal vibrating when you finally hit ground. The paneling warped and wavered, quickening your reflection on all sides. It would change in quick succession, glimpses of the you you’d come to find. Scaled skin sharpened the edges, the image of your wings becoming so crisp the feathers seemed like they were coming out at you. Sharp enough to cut -and your eyes flared in ultraviolet. Seeing yourself like that made your heart race, made your blood thicken. The doorway started to glow around the edges, the light tilting down as if it was looking for you. A spotlight in the haze. A moment later the elevator dinged and the doors parted way.

There was a blinding light on the other side, a pure white room that stretched out forever. Unexpected -but nothing ever was. You made your way inside letting the elevator doors seal and then vanish behind you. The room was too quiet for what you knew it would lead you to. Your footsteps echoed as you made your way forward confidently. The glamours didn't work on you anymore, you thought maybe that was why the room was so barren. A blank canvas for tricks you were no longer foolish enough to fall for.

Several meters in the room shifted, another doorway unsealing and opening itself. It beckoned and you followed. You made strides into the room, kicking the door back behind you as your belongings shifted in your arms.

It was cold inside, a draft catching you off guard. You let your eyes travel around the room taking everything in at once. There was a long carpet in front of you, one decorated in intricate patterns with golden leaves and sharp feathers. They led up to a golden staircase, big rounded steps with pillars that carried bright fire. Your eyes followed the carpet up to a throne -one that was familiar but perhaps this one was the original. It stood tall in antique gold, twin dragons knelt at the foot of it with blazing eyes and sharp teeth. There was a man seated at the throne, but of course he was something infinitely more. He watched you unwavering, his eyes flashing purple as you strode your way closer to him. His strong features became more clear the closer you got, the sharpness in his eyes, perched above high cheek bones and soft smooth cheeks. He didn't greet you, but you were too proud now to speak first.

You made it up the steps, your gazes locked in a duel to see who would falter first. He held his chin as he regarded you, his thumb pressed against his full lips, his strong legs crossed as he leaned back. You wondered how a man could be so still, a stillness that held such power. But he wasn’t really a man after all. A Daemon could hold more power in his pinky than a mortal king could in a lifetime, maybe that’s why you were so determined to conquer them one by one.

To conquer them and to test yourself, you’d made it through and broken their spells. Even if you hadn’t realized it up until now -now you remembered why you came here. No tricks, and no false memories, you had come to take pride into your own hands. To take what he has, to sit where he sits. Your own seat in hell to watch from, to test sinners in a new light. You could never shake your own “missteps” anyway, but letting them consume you completely was a temptation even more powerful than all the rest. You weren’t the type to settle for anything less than a seat at the top anyway.

Once you were a mere few footsteps away the dragons at his feet moved, their tails clashing with a chime and a spark to keep you at arms reach.

And finally he moved. You hadn't noticed his staff before, he tilted it in his hands, revealing the hilt to be a large skull with two glowing amethysts set in its eyes.

"So you've finally made it." His voice echoed through the expanse of the throne room, but you didn't let his power sway you. "It took you long enough."

"I got a little sidetracked along the way -more than once."

His cold laugh tickled through the air, a grin spreading his lips wide but the look didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh I'm sure. Are those for me?" He dropped his hand from his lips and tilted his head towards your belongings.

"I think they are." You spoke, setting your box down on the steps.

He stood tall, his shadow looming and growing far above him. He stepped closer and you watched the dragons quickly making way. He set a foot on your wooden box and then used his boot to kick it open. He hummed.

"So many sins left in here, you have been busy haven't you?" You smirked, the wickedness in your eyes matching his.

"I have, but clearly not busy enough. You're the last on my list." He smiled fully this time, and you hadn’t noticed his deep set dimples until now.

"You think you can take me?" There was a playfulness in his tone, one that showed that he wasn’t taking you seriously. You would change that soon enough.

"I conquered the other six, didn't I?" You spoke confidently, a smirk pulling at your lips.

"You should be careful with waving around pride like that.. boasting. Or maybe you could do well to boast more. With a track record like this, we might just have a place for you." He dropped his eyes down from yours, testing his foot along the contents of your box.

"Well, what is it you thought I came all this way for?" You held a venom in your voice, you weren’t ready to let him take his eyes off you so casually. He glanced back at you, his purple eyes beaming ominous light across his cheeks.

"Is it pretentious of me to think you came for me?" His tone dripped in his own ego, but you were more than willing to play along.

"Maybe. But that's just your nature isn't it." He chuckled, passing his staff between his jewel adorned fingers.

"If you're trying to wound my pride you'll have to do better than that." You smirked at his banter, letting your tongue run along your canines.

"Oh trust me, I'm well aware. I've done my research." He scoffed as he sat himself back down, his legs crossing back as the shadows at his back flickered in the light. You had a feeling he was fronting, using his presence to scare you off or to test your strength. But wings and horns were nothing new this far down the rabbit hole. He would have to try harder if he wanted to keep you from your goal.

"Clearly not enough if it's taken you this long." He was resisting you -you could feel it in the way his lips quivered. The notion excited you.

"Patience is a virtue you know. But maybe if I had known you were suffering in waiting on me I would have come faster."

"Cute. I could have done without the trinkets though. It's all worthless crap to me, it's endearing you felt the need to bring them all this way though.” The teasing bite in his tone lit a fire somewhere inside of you, you wanted to take him. To bite that smirk right off his full lips -to fuck him on his own throne until the king of pride himself respected you the way you would demand of him.

You took a step closer, kicking the box out of the way and watched it tip on its side; spilling out its contests, the bottle of wine tipping over beside it. It clattered against the floor, rolling and bouncing down each step. You took another step.

“Then forget them -I came here for you.” He smirked, his head nodding as you took a final step closer. You stood above him now, your own shadow casting over him and making his dangerous eyes glow even brighter in the darkness. He uncrossed his legs, shifting in his throne as he regarded you with that same smug expression. But you knew he felt intimidated now by the way his knuckles were turning white around his staff. You could feel it, the shadows at your back. They were only growing darker now, more corporal. They were stretching farther than you could reach.

You gleamed, feeling your skin tingling in the air, you hadn’t even started yet but you had never felt so powerful. You locked your eyes with him again, and you saw something spark in them, but you weren’t sure what it was. Shock, maybe excitement, but it didn’t matter what he was feeling.

You lifted a knee to place between his parted legs, he didn’t stop you, he barely moved. Only twisting his staff in his hand again. You tested him by moving your knee closer, grazing it against his girth. He chuckled, and then moved quicker than you were expecting. His staff dropped to the floor with a chime as both his hands dove in and gripped at your hips like a vice. He moved before you could stop him, lifting you up and placing you with your knees on either side of his muscular thighs. Your hands fell beside his head, searching for somewhere on his high throne you could grip on to for balance. Your face was so close to him now, close enough to graze noses, close enough to taste.

“Stake your claim y/n, or should I call you something different now?” His voice held low, rough and deep as it shook the air around you. You huffed, your legs starting to shake from the way he placed you; and the way he was looking at you. The glow in his eyes even lingered when he blinked. His plump lips moist and inviting, you couldn’t pull your eyes away. You were caught in a stand still, his hands starting to travel up around your waist. That anticipation was boiling inside of you again, but this time you only looked away to taste him.

You captured his lips against your own, your kiss growing more gluttonous the harder he kissed back. His scent was dizzying, his skin hot and sweet. You felt a rumbling in his chest when your hands came down to grip his shoulders. He nipped at your lips with sharp teeth, but you only bit back at him harder. You weren’t asking anymore, you came to take. Your envy of his position had been stewing far too long.

He leaned into you, pulling your waist closer to him as he continued to kiss you with a fire that was consuming. You resisted him just as quickly as he pulled you in, you gripped your hand in his long silver hair and pulled his head back from you, wrath flaring in your blood. He hissed at the pain, licking his lips and tasting the blood you had conjured as he glared up at you. You sneered and dove in to suck at the skin of his neck. You heard him suck in a breath and that only fueled your pride -and that growing dampness between your legs. You gripped your arms tighter around his shoulders, lowering yourself until you were fully seated in his lap. He hummed and held you in place, gasping when you harshly rolled your hips against him. You could feel how hard he was already, his cock pushing thickly against your heat through the thin fabric of his pants. His gasps made you quiver and you just wanted more. You wanted him to moan and groan against your flushed skin until that crown of pride sat forgotten at his feet.

“You’re not trying hard enough.” His voice cut through your haze as he gripped you and thrust his hips hard into yours. You moaned despite yourself, felt a shiver creeping up your spine as you reeled back. He chuckled, using the opening to plant hot and sloppy kisses along your collar bones and down your chest. He sucked hard at the spot between your breasts, and you were kicking yourself for the sound he was bringing out of you. You were shaking, your voice hitching higher and your breasts bouncing as he fought to hold you in place. Lust had taken you, and sloth had wavered your resolve -but you had learned better than to let such things consume you for long.

“Then let's take this up a notch.” You ignored the way your voice wavered as you gripped him by the collar, using your other hand to dive up under his shirt and to splay out against his chest. You kissed him again, greedier this time. You kept pushing at the loose fabric until he complied, breaking the kiss to toss the useless thing to the floor. You took advantage of the position he was in and ran your hands over his shoulders and along his hard muscles. You tucked your fingers in around his back and pulled your hips harder against him. You were fully grinding against him now, letting your moans fall against his open mouth. He tried to pull his hands in around you again but you caught him at both wrists, pushing them back against the throne with as much strength as you could spare. You pulled your lips away from him to watch as he huffed at you, his chest heaving with every breath. You released his wrists and used his shoulders to lower yourself onto your feet; one at a time.

You wanted to show off a little, wanted to watch his eyes as they locked on your every move. You gripped at the loose fabric that hugged your body, pulling it up and exposing your skin little by little. He licked his lips as he watched you. You could see the hunger in his eyes grow as every new inch of skin revealed itself, and every new piece of fabric hit the floor. His head started to fall back in a deep groan when you finally let him watch you peel off the fabric that clung desperately to your hips. You kicked it aside once it dropped past your ankles, your toes poised as you padded back up to him. He reached for you, grabbing your hips as he looked up at you expectantly. He wore that same teasing smirk on his lips, puffier now from your kisses and spiteful bites. But you weren’t done with him, this had only just begun.

You didn’t remove his hands, you allowed him that much. You knelt at his feet, allowing him that satisfaction of thinking he knew where this was going -just before you would take it away. He kept his eyes on you; those smoldering purple flames, and you grabbed harshly as his pants. The seams popped at your haste as you nearly tore them, forcing them down low on his hips so that you could get to him. He hissed as the fabric strained against his tender flesh; he moved for you, parting his legs and guiding you with a wondering eye as you reached for him. You reached for the thin fabric that still covered his girth, you pushed it out of the way and took a hold of his throbbing length. You pulled him free fully, his cock bouncing back against his stomach with a heavy slap. His member was intimidating; but only for a moment. He was endowed with both length and girth, the tip of his cock vibrant and pink. You stammered, your mouth watering as you noticed the two round purple jewels he had pierced at the tip, just above the vein. He laughed at your floundering, bringing your attention back to his face and those full lips, his teeth now biting along the edge.

You weren’t here to waste any more time, you came closer to him, spreading your legs again to perch above his lap. He held you, his hands now grabbing freely at the soft skin of your ass. You pulled at his hair to force him to watch you as you started to sink down on him. You caught his tip between your legs and wiggled your hips until he was lined up with you, his blunt head starting to push in against your slick. You hummed at the stretch he was giving you, your head thrown back as you enjoyed every tantalizing second of it. He was just so thick. Your mouth continued to water as the anticipation of having him fully inside of you grew; and you gasped when you felt those glassy smooth jewels catch against your silken walls. It was such a new feeling, not something you were used to but the added friction was bliss. You sunk down farther, sucking him up until your hips were flush against his.

You both gasped when you clenched around him, and you watched his face as you stilled. You were both breathing hard, each just waiting for the other to cave. So you kissed him. His full lips consumed your own this time, his kisses were heated and messy and they lit your skin aflame. You lifted your hips, testing the way his cock tugged against your insides before you sunk back down in a groan. You did it again and again, sliding yourself up and down farther on his cock with every bounce until you set a hammering pace. Your hips were slapping down hard against him, the squelching wet sounds your cunt was making was only fueling you to go harder -deeper. He gripped tight at every piece of your flesh he could reach, your thighs, your stomach, your breasts that were now bouncing in time with your movements. His breath was hot against your mouth and he couldn’t seem to keep it in. But you weren’t far behind. Your legs were beginning to shake, a dewy sweat starting to coat your skin. You moaned hard against him when you’d begun to change the angle you were fucking him at, you fell forward from the wave that hit you when his cock and those damned jewels hit that tender spot inside of you. He shook under you, but he took the opening as quickly as he could.

He gripped at your hips and you could feel the bruises already screaming out at the way his nails dug into you. He had you so you could no longer move with the weakness in your legs already setting in. They felt numb and he was ready to take advantage. He sent a hard thrust up into you, one that sent your head spinning from the pleasure. He took the pace into his own hands from there. He fucked up into you hard -hard like the king of pride should. And you loved it. Your head was swimming in the way he was making you feel. Ever thrust gave sweet heady pleasure, and every slap of his flesh against your own was deafening. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he had his way with you, but once you opened your eyes you noticed something. Two subtle lights reflecting off his dampened skin. They moved as you moved, blinked as you blinked. The crisp ultraviolet kissing his skin came from you. And that knowledge brought you sweet confirmation that you were becoming what you came here for.

You reviled in it, a new wave of feeling coming over you in a rush. You straitened your back up, starting to ride him again as hard as he was fucking into you. Your thrusts were meeting in the middle just as you locked eyes. He sighed as you grabbed his sharp jaw, a knowing smirk painting your mouth. You pressed a thumb between his lips, hissing when his teeth punctured the skin. But pain was only pleasure now -you could feel it. That bubbling darkness sprouting tendrils from your back, they sprouted and flooded out from you like rushing water. Like some unseen chain was pulling them forth and into this world. You stretched them out around you; your wings, the feathers tickling the surface of his throne -and you could feel it.

“Beautiful.” He hissed, voice strained in pleasure. You slid your thumb against his lips as he spoke. “Kenodoxia . . -sing for me.” And you did, the wave of pleasure hit you like a mountain as you moaned out loudly. The deepened undertones of your voice shaking the ground and the walls around you. You kept your pace as steady as you could while your orgasm took hold of you, stealing his lips in another hungry kiss as he tumbled after you. His hips sputtered as he released inside of you, his loud moans and groans booming against your ears.

And then he grabbed you by the neck just as you thought he would slow, rising out of his seat and taking you with him. You curled your still weak thighs around his waist, your wings starting to flutter to keep you lifted. He had you speared at arms reach and you watched in awe as his own wings sprouted from his bare back. You licked your lips, a dark giggle rumbling from inside of you. You could feel his grip around your throat tightening; all those rings sharp against your skin, but it was only heightening your senses.

“I have only one rule for you now. And that is to take all that is yours, and to sing when your ego is boiling inside of you.” His voice boomed around you, the golden walls starting to vibrate at his tenor. “When your wretched heart is full of praise for yourself, scream your pride to the skies. Scream until the earth shakes and parts way for you and no one can mistake your power for another.”

You hummed, your glassy laugh cutting sharply into the air.

“Is that all? I think I can manage that.”

“I think you were made to.” He smiled, tipping you backwards and leaving you suspended in the air.

“But what if it's your throne I want instead?”

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

kenodoxia; the 8th sin, boasting, vain glory, groundless self esteem, empty pride

#namjoon smut #bts smut #demon au #seven deadly sins au #bts fanfiction #namfine #admin umami

138 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

You’re guy’s fics are amazing

y’all are honestly too sweet to us, what to heck

we appreciate you all, thank you so much!

~admin tart｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

#admin tart #asks #thatsonobx

3 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Note

do you mind doing reviews or just giving feedback in general?? for an angst fic too and not smut at all ;v; it's a namjoon x reader, if you're interested i'll personal chat you the link! i'm new to tumblr, it's my second fic :D thank you!

hey anon!

we think it’s very sweet that you reached out to us and respect us enough to ask us to do this for you! unfortunately, we do have a lot of work to do with our blog and we don’t want to disrespect you in any way--it’s a lot easier for us to beta each other’s work since we know each other and aren’t afraid to say if something sounds weird, needs to be reworded, etc. however!

if you still want to personal chat us the link, we can post it so that one of our followers could potentially beta it for you. or if you have any other friends who are into bts!

we really hope you can understand :( by all means, don’t hesitate to reach out to us about anything and if any of you ever want to chat, we’re definitely open. dm us whenever!

thank you!!

~admin tart｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

#admin tart #asks #Anonymous

5 notes · View notes

namfine · 4 years

Text

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself PT. 2

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader, light Hongjoong x Reader Warnings: Oral(f), there’s a wee bit of feet? But nothing extreme, you just use it to tease Joong ohoho. Synopsis: You and Seonghwa finally have another escapade, but what happens when Hongjoong unknowingly sits at the table right where it’s all happening? Part 1 -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

Ever since you and Seonghwa’s little stunt during movie night, you had been thinking of ways to plot your revenge. Sure, was it mean of you to tease him in the first place? Probably, but at least he came! He left you high and dry, the memory of sitting on the couch next to him with soaking panties made your stomach curl in annoyance and arousal. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thought.

Since then you and Seonghwa have been nothing but subtle whenever being in the same room or at least you tried to be. Every gaze held a heated desire behind them, every touch ignited a small fire, and every sound that came from one another was laced with hidden lust. You wanted to jump his bones and you knew he wanted to do the same.

Which brings you here, sitting at the table with Seonghwa in his shared dorm with the boys, aimlessly talking about whatever came to your minds. You’d shown up with a purpose, and that was to get Seonghwa alone and have his cock in your mouth once again. You wore a comfortable top but it was your skirt that was the real eye catcher. Short enough to show a good amount of thigh and flowy enough that if you were to bend down at a certain speed, he would surely get a good view of your panties.

The others were either in their rooms or out and about enjoying the day. Seonghwa cooked the two of you a quick lunch, not missing the way your tongue flicked out and picked the crumbs off your lips. You watched as his eyes would slowly darken, the way he swallowed when you purposely dragged your tongue out and when you stretched your arms above your head and pushed your chest out you swore you heard a growl come from his throat.

“I know what you’re doing.”

You raised an innocent eyebrow and placed your chin in your hand. You leaned forward and allowed a sliver of a smirk to appear.

“Whatever do you mean Hwa?”

“You’re trying to tease me like last time, but may I remind you that you were the one who ended up being unsatisfied?” He smirked back at you, the memory of your mouth on his cock and his on your pussy made him suppress a groan. As much as he wanted to have you, it was too risky with most of his members home right now and scattered about.

“I know and that was so unfair of you. I think you owe me.” You pout your lips and flutter your eyelashes. You could see Seonghwa straining to contain himself by the way he was fidgeting in his seat. You glared at each other for what felt like hours until you accidentally knocked your utensil off the table. “Oops. Can you get that for me?” Your voice was sugary sweet, sticking out your bottom lip in a plea. Seonghwa huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick up your fork until you kicked it further under the table. He looked back up to you in time to see you shrug, another ‘oops’ leaving your lips quietly. He signed and lifted the table cloth, seeing the fork right in the center of the floor. Half his body was in and his fingers grasped the fork but he saw something that made him do a double take. You were gently opening and closing your legs, but that wasn’t what had blood rushing straight to Seonghwa’s cock. Somewhere along all your teasing, you had taken off your panties, which were now lying right by your feet. He could just barely make out your slick from the light the table cloth filtered through.He fought with himself, wondering what he should do. One on hand, the possibility of getting caught was making his heart rate speed up, memories of you stroking his cock under the blanket resurfaced. But on the other hand…The possibility of getting caught was making his cock hard. No longer concerned about the fork, he quietly crawled towards your legs, each step sending his heart and member into overdrive. He kneeled as best as he could when he reached you, the sound of the rushing blood in his ears being the only thing he could hear. With a shaky hand he touched your knee, your leg immediately ceasing movement. Above, your chest tightened the moment he slipped under the table and your stomach twisted into knots when you felt that first touch. You breathed out slowly, trying to relax your body. Excitement bubbled in your stomach and you could feel your pussy get more wet with each passing second. Soon you felt two hands on the tops of your thighs and thumbs rub smooth, slow circles into your skin. You relaxed in your chair, even leaning back a bit and pulling out your phone. Your legs opened up wider to allow Seonghwa more access and he squeezed your thighs as a silent ‘thank you’. You felt his whole body slide in between your legs as best he could and soon you felt two fingers pull your lower lips apart. He blew delicately onto your wet cunt, a soft exhale escaping your lips. You felt the tip of something smooth bump your clit and then something long and wet lick up your pussy. Seonghwa barely gave you time to react before he dove in completely, drinking up your arousal. One hand gripped tightly onto your phone and the other grasped onto the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white. You tried to focus on your screen but the pleasure Seonghwa’s tongue was bringing you was too great to ignore. Soon you felt something prod, you assume his finger, at your entrance and gently slip inside. You moaned but quickly covered it up with a cough. “Hey y/n.” A voice called out casually from behind you. You froze up and you felt Seonghwa do the same, his tongue tensing on you. You turned your head to the left to see Hongjoong walking by you with a smile. “H-hey Joong.” You stuttered out, doing your best to act casual. Hongjoong didn’t seem to notice your voice, too busy looking in the fridge for something to eat. “Where’s Hwa?” He asked absentmindedly.You opened your mouth to speak but you felt a lick up your cunt, your words getting choked on your tongue. Soon enough Seonghwa resumed his previous movements, sucking on your clit and gently fucking you with two fingers now. “U-uh, I’m not sure. Bathroom I think?” At your response he hummed again, grabbing something from the fridge and setting it on the counter. While his back was to you, you pressed your legs together around Seonghwa. He simply dug his nose into your clit and you swallowed down the gasp that was threatening to come out. After a couple of minutes, Hongjoong turned around and you saw he fixed himself a sandwich. You prayed he would go back to his studio but when he instead sat down in the seat right across from you, your stomach dropped. He gave you a polite smile before digging in, using his other hand to hold his phone. The silence was almost comforting, except for the fact that Seonghwa was eating your pussy like a starved man and finger fucking you with determination to get you to cum sooner rather than later. You closed your eyes, struggling to keep your gasps and moans at bay. Your cheeks were flushed pink, you could feel the heat radiating off of yourself. You could feel the purpose in Seonghwa’s movements and when a particular harsh suck on your clit came unexpected and caused you to moan out loud, you saw Hongjoongs facial expression change at once. “Y/n? Are you okay…?” He questioned slowly, looking up to your blushing face. Your lips were parted slightly, your breath coming out in hushed pants. The thought of Hongjoong catching on to what was happening right under the table made your pussy clench around Seonghwa’s fingers. “Mhm…” You answered a bit more sensually, slowly losing your resolve and almost wanting Hongjoong to catch you. You could see the gears working in his head, his eyebrows furrowing. It was when you threw your head back slightly because Seonghwa decided right there, that that was the moment he was going to stick his tongue in you, that it clicked in his mind. “Seonghwa’s not in the bathroom is he?” He spoke slowly, his voice coming out with a groan. You licked your lips and bit down on your bottom one, your eyes becoming half lidded. While shaking your head, your hum came out as a moan. The way Hongjoongs eyes darkened almost had enough power to make you cum right there. “You better be careful, y/n.” His voice was thick, layered with something hungry underneath. With the combination of Hongjoong’s voice and Seonghwa’s tongue and fingers, your mind was clouded and you didn’t even try stopping yourself from speaking.

“I don’t want to be careful anymore Joongie.” And with that you lifted your leg and dragged it up Hongjoongs leg. He shook his head subtly and grasped onto your ankle, digging his nails into your skin. You jerked your foot with enough power for him to let go. You hovered your foot above his crotch and lowered it gently. You gave him a knowing look when you felt his erection and Hongjoong simply let you continue.

You moaned and you felt your orgasm approaching, quickly increasing your speed on his clothed cock. You put your other hand under the table and clutched onto Seonghwa’s hair, letting him know that you were close. He put both his hands on the sides of your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth and imprinting you with his fingers. You threw your head back, a choked gasp flying past your lips when your orgasm hit, your pussy clenching around Seonghwa’s fingers. Even when you finished, he didn’t let up, softly licking your juices and clit.

With each touch you flinched from the oversensitivity, bursts of stars shooting off right in front of yours eyes. Finally he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your thigh, shifting out from between your legs. You lifted your head and locked eyes with Hongjoong, his jaw tight. Seonghwa emerged from under the table, sitting on the chair next to you. He swiped his fingertips across his lips and chin and brought them to his mouth, making obscene popping noises when he cleaned them off.

As the three of you sat there in silence, you realized that your foot was still pressed on Hongjoongs cock. He put his hand back on you and was now running his thumb up and down the side of your ankle. You lifted an eyebrow at him and gently took your leg away, his nails lightly scratching your skin.

“Well if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take care of some business.” You stood up and almost laughed at the pitiful look you got from each of them. You leaned down and grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, making him stand up out of his chair. As the two of you began to walk back towards his room, you turned around to face Hongjoong one more time.

“Coming, Joongie?”

#Ateez smut #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #admin fizzy

215 notes · View notes