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hoseoksluna · 4 months

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PRACTICE | jjk

pairing: dom!jungkook x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.9k

summary: you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you.

warnings: jungkook smiling and being all dominant!!!, also manly as fuck, use of his korean name cuz it's hot, masturbation, reader is horny and just a girl!!, biker mask (gasp), edging, orgasm denial, oral sex (f. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, squirting, desperation, porn, use of a sex toy, brief nipple play, spanking, bratty behavior <3, degradation, praise, the beauty of cumming together, mentions of sex, aftercare

note: it's entirely jungkook's fault that i wrote this bc he made me h word. i hope you enjoy the very first of the many smutty one shots i'm planning to write!! i had the time of my life writing this, imagining 3D!jungkook cuz he's just so delicious there. my weakness. fuck my life!! pls let me know what you think <3 like and comment (reblogs r very useful but i won't pressure u angel). love you!!

side note: i rly fucking miss jungkook. that's all. byebye

Stars fill your vision as your hand works wonders between the softness of your legs. You are fucked. Oh so deliciously, majestically and colossally fucked. And you whimper once the wave of that pleasure you burn for unfolds within your body. Arch your back. Roll your hips. Huff and puff until you near your breaking point. Then you lift your hand.

The surge ebbs away and you sink your teeth into your puffy bottom lip, desperation scorching each and every perimeter of your skin.

You enjoy this. The smug on your face couldn’t be wiped off even if you tried. You've been going at this for a dozen of minutes, sitting on your dark green couch with your legs spread, one hand rubbing circles on your needy bundle of nerves, the other gripping your phone with all its might, how it hasn’t cramped yet is beyond you, as it plays a dirty porn that does very little to quench your thirst. Your closest friend for the time being, have been ‘for the time being’ for much longer than you care to admit, a small pink vibrator Pinkie, keeps you company beside you while you swallow every grunt and whimper the couple in the video makes. It's turned off, however. Resting in the shadow of the threatening calamite that your shaking thighs are. You can't edge yourself with it when you're this fucked, so deeply lost in the rosy maze of lust. You would have to keep the head on your clit for merely a second, otherwise you'd be coming, and you'd be coming fast but not very hard. And where’s the fun in that? It still keeps you thirsty, your insides begging you again and again for another hit of dopamine, for just one drop of cum. Well, your pussy mainly.

It’s a persistent problem for you. You get horny, you touch yourself and you come under two minutes or less. The hit so small in quantity, so weak in quality that you inescapably need more than one round to be satisfied. The situation is even more problematic when you get down to it with your boyfriend. It doesn’t matter much when you’re on the receiving end; you enjoy yourself, you look forward to his dick splitting you open, so it just cuts time. Although it does matter when he fucks you like the man he is. You clamp down on him, and he comes as fast as you do. You can’t help it. You’re so enamored with him, with his masculinity and his dominance, it burns your body alive. Who are you to tell your body no? It’s impossible. He’s impossible, and absolutely irresistible. Though you wish you could get lost in the pleasure, and you truly do each time you have sex, and it gets unfairly swept away from you. You’re just a thirsty girl. This unjust treatment pisses you off.

You opened up to your boyfriend about this and he laughed in your face, stroking your cheek. Told you it’s what he loves about you and you just rolled your eyes, dismissing it. Then he took your hand and sat you down again, offering you a solution that changed your life. For the worst at first, for the better the more you did it.

He suggested you try edging yourself when you play with your pussy. He showed you the ropes the first time, guiding you through a long process of denied orgasms, and you wanted to strangle him. You had to lift your hand when he said so, otherwise you were getting spanked. The joke was on him because you enjoyed the harsh sting, the roughness of his palm on your skin. But then it was him who was laughing when he pinned your arms above your head and confiscated your pleasure. You squirmed. Whined. Waited. Then he fingered you and you came so hard you saw stars, the orgasm just kept going and going. You were satisfied after one round. Problem fixed.

“Practice it until your body learns,” he had told you and you almost came again.

What a man.

The memory of this teaching lesson is what got you thirsty right now, actually.

You pay attention to the way the guy in the video squishes the tits of the lucky girl in the video and fucks them with his cock. You moan, lowering your fingers to your clit again and starting a series of slow circles. Your fingers are slippery from your leaking essence and the sweat on your folds from your marvelous torment, and it turns you on even more. You feel your orgasm coming, despite your pace, and you eat your fist in exasperation. Should you say fuck it and finally make yourself come? You hear the order uttered by your boyfriend in the back of your head, remember how long he told you to edge for that one time, and you want to make him proud (you do!), but then the girl licks at the slit of his cock and you clench around nothing. You want that so bad and you groan, anger and desperation creating something so sinful, so unhinged inside of you.

Resuming your movement on your bud, you pick up the pace because fuck it, you can’t take it anymore. The pressure, the anticipation of chasing after what you desire is so sweet and it fills you with energy and giddiness. Fuck jogging, now you're sprinting, clenching your muscles, nearing closer and closer to the finish line. You lift your knees, riding your hand, moans spilling from your mouth. You'd come right on the spot if it wasn't for the ding of a sudden text message snapping you out of your daze.

Your heart thuds in your chest. Fuck, did you not turn on 'do not disturb'?

koo: I'm here

You stare at the notification in disbelief. Beneath it, the guy is fucking the girl's throat. You screech, burying your face in your hands. What is your boyfriend doing here so early? You aren't supposed to see each other until later tonight, or are you forgetting something? Your mind is spinning, another denied orgasm taking a toll on you. Sighing, you slip your legs into your panties and your plush pajama pants, your feet finding their comfort in your fluffy slippers. Since he's here, he's gonna make himself extremely useful, you decide, putting on your warm bathrobe with Mickey Mouse on it and grabbing your keys.

As you descend the stairs from your apartment, the sticky wetness between your legs makes you uncomfortable. Your eyebrows furrow in anger. Does a girl really have to suffer in order to reach a mind-blowing orgasm these days? You scoff to yourself, sinking your key into the lock of the door to the main building. The key doesn't budge, though, and it almost makes you punch that fucking door. The lock has been sporadically working and not working for months, hence why the door needs to stay locked properly at all times, and nobody has so far taken the time to call someone to repair it. You kick the door with your knee and you hear a laugh behind it. You recognize it belongs to your boyfriend and you smile to yourself, finding the sweet sound stupidly cute. Your hand reaches for the key again and you turn it. To your surprise, the lock doesn't fuck around and actually lets you see your boyfriend.

Jeongguk is standing beside his motorcycle, black helmet under his armpit. Your eyes widen when they discover his face is hidden under a biker mask of the same color. You haven’t seen him with his bike in quite some while. He prefers to drive you around in his car lately. It’s winter after all. He keeps you warm, sneaks his fingers between your legs, rubs your pussy through your jeans to tease you because he likes it when you’re needy for the rest of the evening. Oh, and you eat there so icicles don’t hang from your hands. Food, that is. You get it.

It’s a wonderful surprise, nonetheless. Only his orbs and eyebrows are visible, his pouty mouth creates shapes on the mask that almost causes you to see stars again. Yeah, you think you could come like this, staring at his tall figure dressed in a puffer jacket and gray baggy jeans laying dangerously low on his hips. Even though you know how big his dick is, the size of them makes him appear even bigger and you salivate. Your pussy drools, too. You're about to get on your knees right now, you don't care.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to fix that fucking lock myself," Jeongguk remarks.

Oh, fuck. He's so manly.

Just one suck. Fuck, please. Just one.

You're going to scrape your fucking knees on the ground for everyone to see, you genuinely don't care. He deserves it for looking like that, for acting like such a man.

Your clit gains a heartbeat (again) and you blink up at him, desperation once again unfurling its flames under your skin. You smile behind the pain, finding the whole situation completely ridiculous now.

"I'd be grateful," you purr and Jeongguk walks towards you, smiling like the little shit he is, helmet still under his armpit. You lift the hem of his mask to reveal his delicious lips, piercing-less. You kiss him, moonstruck. "I'm tired of this shitty lock."

Jeongguk nods. "Noted." Then he kisses you again. "It was funny how you kicked it."

You laugh. He takes off the mask entirely and you both walk up the stairs to your apartment, though a pang of disappointment hangs onto your heart. You wish he kept the mask on. It was nonsensically hot to you. A lightbulb flares to life in your mind abruptly and you hide your smirk beneath the curtain of your hair.

Yeah, you’re going to make him wear it as you suck him dry.

Your giddiness extends to another level and you hurriedly walk up the rest of the stairs to your apartment, your butt jiggling under your thick robe.

Jeongguk walks in like he owns the place. He sets his helmet on the kitchen island and his mask right beside it. You watch as he empties out his pockets. Wallet, phone, keys, a pack of cigarettes and a purple lighter. Leaning over, he hangs his winter jacket on one of the barstools. His back muscles ripple under his oversized black T-shirt with each movement of his arms. What steals your attention, however, is the sliver of skin that he unwittingly lets you see as he fixes his jeans to rest a little higher on his hips.

White Calvins.

Oh, yes.

The dip of his spine on his lower back.

You lick your lips.

The smallness of his waist that grows into such a vulgar broadness of his shoulders.

Fuck, you do everything you can to not bite onto your finger; instead you opt to hide your drool beneath your hand as you continue to wait behind him, tracing your lower lip with the acrylic nail on your thumb, diabolical with your stand and your plan. Crossed arms, needy pussy and all.

What a man.

What a fucking man.

You squeeze your thighs together.

When he turns away from the kitchen, you leap to the counter. You snatch the mask and gaze at it lovingly. Such an innocent thing, and it made you this hot and bothered. You shake your head at the bizarreness of it all, but your smile remains.

"What the fuck were you doing here?"

You gasp at the sternness in his tone, hiding the mask under your armpit similarly like he did with his helmet downstairs. You don't understand where his abrupt austerity stems from, but it makes your legs wobbly, so much that you bump into him as you hurry to see what he sees, grabbing his arm as if to say sorry. And then your heart drops.

A round wet spot adorns your dark green couch, where you sat and pleasured yourself before he came. Your best friend Pinkie, sticky and lifeless, almost beams at you in mischief. A smile of your own begins to quiver on your lips before you burst into giggles, a tiny amount of shyness painting your cheeks with rosiness.

“I was practicing?” you answer truthfully, lilting your voice a little bit.

Jeongguk closes his eyes at your words, his lips forming a thin line. Hangs his head. Slouches in your grip. It is a stark contrast to how he entered your apartment. His breath quickens and you watch the raise and the fall of his chest. You realize this means only one thing.

"Are you crazy?" Jeongguk says, eyes still closed. "Do you even realize what you've just done to me?"

He finally looks at you and your heart drops further down your belly. Fire splashes around in his eyes, akin to yours. He straightens his posture, turning his body to face you. Feet spread apart, he crosses his arms across his chest. Veins prominent, muscles like strings oscillating on his forearm as he taps his fingers on his elbow.

Your weakness.

Fuck.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"And what's this?" He points to what you stole from him. He doesn't take it from you.

You suddenly remember your plan. Being so absorbed in his masculine energy, you forgot everything. Even your own name.

"Well, I had this idea," you start.

He hums in interest. Butterflies break havoc in your stomach.

"And what idea was that?" He cocks his head to the side, studying you.

You started, but you don't think you can finish. Not when you're so wet that you can feel your slick trickle out of the confines of your thin panties. Not when his stance makes you feel like you did something very bad and the next word that comes out of your mouth decides your punishment. Not when it thrills you this much.

Swallowing dryly, you avert your gaze. Do you say it or do you play dumb? Sweat prickles at the back of your neck, eyes falling to his crotch. Those cursed fucking jeans do a poor job of hiding his growing member and you tremble, itching to sink onto the hardwood floor, itching to palm him through the harsh fabric just to hear him hiss through his teeth. The impulse to do it, to simply be a brat and do what you want while he stares you down, fills your every vein, but you know better. Once you hit a nerve, Jeongguk doesn’t let you cum (at all) and you can’t sit on your bottom for a week. You can’t afford that right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You need your relief, and you need it desperately. You will behave if it means you’ll receive it from him.

"I was thinking," you mutter, fluttering your eyelashes open. “You could put this on while I make you feel good."

Nodding once, Jeongguk hums again. You feel the deep vibrations of his voice coursing down your body, starting from your cheeks. They warm them and paint them in pink, then they continue over the swell of your chest, leaving behind little pearls of sweat, until they reach your cunt. There they strengthen the pulse of your needy bud and you can’t take it anymore. You sigh audibly, hoping it prompts your boyfriend to do something.

“Make me feel good how?” he questions you.

You look up at him. His eyes are lowered into slits, woozy from arousal. You truly did turn him on with the mere evidence of your self-indulgence. You buzz from this achievement, a puckish smirk appearing on your mouth.

Jeongguk pries the mask away from your hold, keeps it in his grasp and with his other hand, he unravels the knot of your robe with his fingers, sliding it off your shoulders. He cocks his eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer.

Fuck it, you’re giving it your all. Anything to get fucked in the way you want, in the way you know he can give it to you.

“I get on my knees for you. Play with your tip, take you as far as I can until I choke on it, then I suck on your—“

He grabs your chin harshly and raises it to his level. That’s enough, he said with that gesture and you leak down your thighs. No matter how strongly the words, ‘can I finish my fucking sentence’ hangs off the top of your tongue, you remain quiet. Obedient.

He cups your pussy through your pajama pants with his other hand, inching closer to you until his figure swallows you. His soft moan reaches your ear once he discovers how slippery your pussy is against your silky underwear and your stomach flips. You, on the other hand, don’t feel much where you need him due to the thickness of the material. It adds to your frustration quite plenty, though. This what you get for being good?

Inhaling deeply, he levels his eyesight with yours. “How many times did you come, hm?”

Your breath hitches and you lower your eyes, shyness caused from his dominance taking every bit of confidence you had left. His words blaze your insides—he knows you so well. He knows how obsessed you’ve become with playing with yourself ever since he told you to practice. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. The latter being more frequent, hence why you exerted yourself today. He knows this. For some reason it makes this moment even more intimate and stimulating for you. But you don’t let him know that.

“What makes you think I lost this time?” you retort, the brattiness slipping through before you could control it.

His fingers aren’t doing nearly enough to give you the relief you seek and you whine, grinding your hips against his curious fingers. Much to your dismay, he still keeps his pressure light. Pretends to be blind to your desperation. You let out a huff of air, hooking your thumbs beneath the waistband of your pants, anger fueling you on.

You barely manage to pull it down before Jeongguk turns you around. He locks your arms in his grasp from behind, tugs the pants beneath the swell of your ass and smacks your cheek, leaving a rippling effect in its wake. He then grabs your face from behind to make you look at him.

“Did I fucking ask you to take ‘em off?”

You’d come on the spot if you could. But you’re still angry.

“No, I asked you a simple question,” Jeongguk continues. “And I expect you to answer.”

You bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows. “Jeongguk, I’m so wet there’s a fucking puddle in my panties. I can’t take it anymore. Please, I need to come.”

Jeongguk raises his at your answer and hums lowly, grinding his hips into your ass and arching your back even further in this position. You moan distinctly at the feeling of his member, engorged and hard.

Jeongguk lets go of your arms and presses you against him fully, lowering his hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, the other around your middle. You love it like this the most, cocooned in his embrace from behind—you can’t see him, but you can feel him, you can feel the firmness of his touch, the solidness of his body, and you know he’s there.

“How many times?” he asks once again, more gently this time, lips tracing the shape of your ear. He rubs your belly to soothe you and you close your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. A smile, a mischievous one, much like the one your best friend Pinkie had, threatens to appear on your lips. He has turned into a soft dom for you and it makes you weak. So much that all you want to do right now is give him pleasure.

You begin to rotate your hips against him and he hisses, cursing under his breath. Yes, that’s precisely what you wanted to hear. You put more pressure into your movement and he slides your hand down your mound to stop you, his tongue coming to play with your ear. Fuck, okay. You listen, transferring your teasing elsewhere.

“Zero,” you finally answer, figuring he deserves the reward.

Jeongguk grabs your shoulders and turns you around, pinching his eyebrows together. “Don’t believe you. There’s no fucking way you’d leave it wet like that without coming at least three—“

“I was about to come before you so rudely interrupted me.”

His eyes darken and you realize you fucked up.

He takes his hands off of you and starts walking, causing you to walk backwards to your couch.

“My apologies.” He pushes you to sit down on the soiled spot, taking a seat right in front of you on the coffee table. “Don’t let me interrupt you any further. Please“—He hooks his fingers under your pajama pants along with your underwear and takes it off in one go—“continue. Make yourself come.”

You gulp. Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing you ever heard.

He scoots closer to you on the coffee table and extends your legs over his. You ogle him. The manspread, the tent in his pants, the serious look on his face. You slip your hand to your clit and start rubbing, your eyes closing as pleasure floods you. Finally. You moan, and you moan loudly.

“Nuh-uh.”

You sigh before you open your eyes. There he goes, interrupting you again. A familiar buzzing fills your ears.

You startle as the highest setting tickles your hand in an uncomfortable way. Jeongguk, wearing the mask now, wraps your hand around the vibrator and guides it to your clit, interlacing his fingers with yours in the process. Fuck, he did not just do that. You’re moaning before it even reaches you, your walls clenching around nothing.

“There you go,” he lifts his intense gaze from your pussy to your eyes. “Now come.”

And you do.

You squirt all over your intertwined hands, squirming uncontrollably while holding eye contact with him until he controls you, sliding his other free hand to your waist to hold you down. He moves the vibrator to your slit to give your puffy clit a break, collecting your juices. Then, another wave comes: Jeongguk slips the head back to your clit and presses down hard before quickly fixing a steady rhythm of going up and down. You’re just holding it, holding his hand. Taking the pleasure he gives you. Convulsing, clenching and screaming, coming so hard your eyes roll back—stars finally coming to stay.

Then, you’re pushing him away when overstimulation perfuses your body with a blunt pain. You close your legs. You thrash with yourself. But he’s stronger. The hand that was on your waist lifts up your bralette and uncovers your tits. The same fingers plunge into your mouth and you suck on them, calming down, earning an appreciative hum from him. He flicks your nipple, touches your breast, the nub deliciously rubbing against his rough palm. Pushes your other one to the mix so he can focus on both of your nipples at once, holds them like that as they bounce in his grip. You lift your pelvis, furiously riding the wave of an upcoming orgasm that will probably take you out.

You lose the sense of time and space when you come for the third time.

You’re gushing, leaking, bursting, both hands—yours and his—dripping wet with your dewiness. You think you’re levitating, but his firm touch grounds you, and when you open your eyes, Jeongguk is breathing hard. He’s watching you thoroughly; you can’t tell what he’s thinking, features still hidden by that mask. Your mind is empty, incapable of forming one coherent thought. You’re completely brainless. Fucked out.

Jeongguk gets on his knees and leans towards you. He tears his mask off, sweat pooling at his hairline.

“How pitiful,” he smiles. “So much for practicing.”

He gives you a filthy kiss full of tongue and you roll your body against his. His chest rubs against your nipples and it sends sparks of electricity through you.

“You wouldn’t last. Not a chance.”

You groan into his mouth. He’s so close that his musky scent is intoxicating you, his T-shirt is wet and your core is pressed against the one part of his stomach that the cloth exposed. It’s so warm and soul-stirring to you. You whine from the overstimulation of it all, especially the degradation.

“Jeongguk, I came so hard,” you tell him, coming up for some air.

He kisses your jaw. “I know. So fucking hot.” Takes his groans and presses them in the form of kisses into all the sensitive spots of your neck. “You made yourself come this hard, I’m proud.”

You moan. So moonstruck. So enamored. So satisfied.

Jeongguk lifts his head from the crook of your neck and grins at you. You reciprocate.

“That was so good,” you whisper and bite your lip, stroking his hair back. You find you’ve broken the skin already, but you don’t mind. “So, so good.”

His eyes drop to your mouth, then at the pearls of your pleasure on your chest.

“So filthy. Need to clean you up.”

Your stomach flips.

He laps them up, collecting them with his tongue. One at the top of your sternum, the middle of your breasts, the long dip on your stomach. Pearl after pearl, butterfly after butterly breaking havoc again in you. You’re swaying your hips before he even gets to your mound.

“Needy again? I haven’t finished here yet.”

A little, but not as desperately as before. You’re enjoying it. Feels as though you’re allowed to. And you tell him.

He smiles. Starts a series of open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh. Sighs against your skin when you play with his hair, gently scratch his scalp with your manicured nails. Rubs your wet thighs, sucking the skin and biting it. Hard and soft, the blend of it. You’re on cloud nine.

“Gonna reward you,” he announces. You suck in your stomach, biting your lip. He touches your cunt and the digits just glide. Straight to your hole that needs his cum. “For doing such a good job. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He rubs it in circles, teasing you. Watches your reaction. You throw your head back, moving your hips in tandem with the pads of his fingers. Soaked enough, he slips them into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You mewl. Sense his hot breath on your pussy. Sense him shifting in his spot erratically and you figure he’s grinding his hard cock against the couch.

“My turn now.”

He closes his puffy lips around your clit. Swirls the tip of his tongue around it. Merry go round, you throw your head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he puts pressure around the muscle and goes counterclockwise. Now you’re spinning, unable to stop the sounds, inter-threaded with his name, from slipping out of your mouth. Then he decides to tease you. Widens his laps of circles. Reaches your folds, makes them wetter. And it makes you feral, the waiting for the pleasure. You grip his hair, grinding into his face. His moans reach your ears again, and suddenly it’s too much. He sucks on your clit, and he sucks hard. Lifts your hips in the air and just ravages your cunt, licking up and swallowing all that you’re offering to him as he fucks his cock into the couch.

He’s grunting, rapidly shaking his head from side to side. You’re obscenely loud. His thrusts quicken as do the skilled flicks of his tongue. It’s way too fucking much and you’re screaming, but you let him. You let him until he rams his hips for the last time, until he sucks so hard that your hearing sense leaves you for a moment, and you’re coming. And so is he.

You don’t even know how long it takes before you fully come down, but you know one thing for sure. That when he stands up and you’re blessed with the sight of his unbuttoned jeans, his cock dripping with last drops of cum through his white (almost see-through) underwear, he deserves to be cleaned up by you just the same.

You make grabby hands at him when he returns with wet wipes.

“What is it, baby?” He sinks to his knees in front of you, taking out the wipe to clean you properly.

“Need you in my mouth. Please.”

He laughs softly and you think that sound will be your demise.

“You’re exhausted,” he tells you, wiping down your folds. “What you need is sleep.”

You don’t have the strength to prove him wrong. You’re spent.

He picks you up in his arms and takes you to your bed. He covers you in your fluffy blanket, knowing full well you hate to be under the duvet when you’re just napping. Tucks you in. Sits beside you. Brushes your hair back. Fixes the blanket so it rests under your chin, and not over your mouth. You watch him with droopy eyes as he does it all.

“Did so well today,” he murmurs. “But no overworking yourself so much next time, arasseo?”

You nod. “We came together again.”

He traces the dimple on your cheek caused by your contended smile. Finds himself smiling too. “That’s just how our bodies work together,” he tells you, hovering his thumb over your bloodied lip so as to not hurt you. “Can’t be helped.”

You nod again, warmth swarming in your chest. “I love it,” you admit. “I love you.”

Jeongguk presses a kiss into your hair. “No, I love you.”

“No.”

He shushes you. “Sleep well, baby,” he strokes you. Kisses you. Pets you. Can’t get enough. Hates to leave you. “My baby, my love, my girl.”

You hum. Sleep slinks you away to its land, smile remaining on your mouth.

Jeongguk returns to your living room and gets some cleaning supplies ready. Breaks a sweat making your dark green couch spotless. Takes a shower. Settles beside you on the bed. Cocoons you in his arms. Looks for you in dreamland.

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bangchansdirty-slut · 3 months

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Lee know x male reader. Mreader wants to ride lee know's cock so he seduces him and the mreader gives lee know a lap dance

Paring: Lino x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: Omg, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting. School has been overwhelming lately.

Minho and M/n had been dating for a few months now, and despite Minho's hectic schedule as a Korean idol, they managed to make time for each other. Today, Minho was exhausted from a particularly grueling practice and all he wanted to do was rest. M/n, on the other hand, was feeling touch starved and yearned for some affection from his boyfriend. He pouted as he watched Minho collapse onto the couch, his chest heaving with each breath.

With a sigh, M/n decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked over to the stereo and turned on a slow, seductive song. Then, he began to dance for Minho, slowly at first but then with more and more passion as the music took hold of him. He gyrated his hips, rolled his shoulders, and arched his back, deliberately thrusting his ass towards Minho's face.

Minho's eyes widened in surprise as he watched M/n dance. He couldn't help but be impressed by M/n's movements and the way his body seemed to melt into the music. It was clear that M/n was trying to get his attention, but Minho was still feeling too tired to reciprocate. Instead, he gently pushed M/n away, telling him to stop.

M/n's face fell, and he looked hurt for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across his lips. He climbed onto the coffee table and lowered himself onto his knees, then slowly began to grind his hips against Minho's crotch. "Come on, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I know you're not tired… down there."

Minho groaned, unable to resist the feel of M/n's body against him. He placed a hand on the back of M/n's head, guiding him as he began to stroke his hardening cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Minho couldn't help but lose control. With a growl, he scooped M/n up into his arms, lifting him off the ground. M/n let out a squeak of surprise before wrapping his legs around Minho's waist.

Carrying M/n like this, Minho stumbled toward their bedroom, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the air. He kicked the door open and deposited M/n on the bed, his hands immediately moving to yank down M/n's pants. He tossed them aside before roughly pushing M/n onto his hands and knees.

"Take it," Minho growled, his voice thick with lust. He felt the familiar ache in his balls as he positioned himself behind M/n. With one strong thrust, he buried his cock deep inside M/n's aching asshole. M/n cried out in pleasure, his body tensing and relaxing with each powerful stroke.

Minho began to move faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he took his boyfriend roughly. He gripped M/n's hair, pulling him back slightly so he could watch his face as he fucked him. The sight of M/n's expression, a mix of pain and ecstasy, only served to fuel Minho's lust. He bit down gently on M/n's shoulder, leaving a bruise as a reminder of their passion.

M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as Minho's thrusts grew deeper and harder. He reached back between them, teasing and rubbing Minho's sensitive skin where their bodies were pressed together. Minho growled, his hips moving even faster as he lost control. He slammed into M/n over and over again, feeling the familiar tightness begin to give way as M/n's body adjusted to his size.

The room was filled with the sounds of their rough sex, their gasps and moans mingling together in a chorus of desire. Minho could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building inside him like a runaway train. He pulled M/n's hair harder, watching as tears welled up in his boyfriend's eyes. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure that drove Minho wild.

M/n felt the familiar tightness in his lower abdomen, knew that Minho was close. He increased the pace of his movements, rubbing his own cock as he did so. With a loud cry, Minho slammed into him one last time, his hips snapping forward as he came, filling M/n's ass with his hot seed. M/n arched his back, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over him as he came as well, his cum spurting out and coating their stomachs.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, their chests heaving. Minho rolled to the side, pulling M/n into his arms and nuzzling his neck. He kissed him gently, tasting sweat and desire. "I love you," he whispered, his voice raspy with exhaustion.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: 8:45 PM 🔞

Tags/Warnings: Adult, smut-heavy, making out, Idol!Jungkook, Fluff, Established Relationship, implied foreigner!Reader, not home AU though, Jungkook struggling hard, misunderstanding, angst with happy end, emotional smut, oral (fem. Receiving), protected sex bc this is me writing this and I teach you kids the true life lessons

Lenght: long.

AU-Masterlist

Languages are marked as English / Korean.

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He still can't believe your first time got interrupted by something as ridiculous as his manager calling him.

It's like a reminder that his career will always somehow wiggle itself between him and whatever happiness he tries to find outside of it- nothing ever truly personal for him, everything always meant to be well thought through so it fits into his public persona.

But he refuses to give you up, even knowing all of that.

Apologizing for it just feels.. odd now, like bringing up something awkward you did ten years ago that everyone forgot about anyway before you decided to rekindle the memory in their heads. But the problem here, right now, with you, is that he knows he should bring it up. Somehow. Because he's struggling hard to keep himself in check, even having had to embarrassingly rub one out in the shower this morning after you'd made yourself tea in his kitchen wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.

It's a problem.

He's hesitating to initiate anything now mainly because what if it happens again? He can't just put his phone on silent and ignore what could potentially always be very important calls from people who only want what's best for him in the long run- real life doesn't work like those movies where the protagonist throws it all away for his girl. He wants to, he truly does- but at the end of the day, he's also scared, because if he falls, he'll potentially take you down with him, and God knows how deep he'll fall with where he stands right now.

A drop from a height this high would shatter you inevitably, and he's sure he'd crack like delicate porcelain just as much by having to watch you suffer the consequences of his actions. You don't deserve that.

"..-ungkookie?" You try again, and he snaps out of his thought, looking at you.

"Hm?" He responds, looking at you next to him.

"I asked if you want me to cook for us tonight. Is that alright?" You wonder, and he nods, eagerly so, because of course he'd love to have you do something so domestic with him. He's always dreamed of being able to experience these things after all, despite his curse of being a public figure who's not supposed to appear unavailable. "Alright-!" You hum. "Gonna have to put pants on now though, gotta go get some groceries.." you whine under your breath as you stretch on the couch naked feet pushing against his thighs and oh, how your back arches-

No, bad brain. Not right now.

"I'll give you my card, hold on." He tries to save himself, getting up to fetch his wallet as you begin to laugh.

"Jungkook baby, I can cover some groceries, don't bother!" You argue softly, getting up as well before walking over to him. "You'll just have to survive some minutes without me, that's all." You tell him, hugging his middle as you put your chin on his chest, looking up at him. "Also, people would think I'm a gold digger for using a black card looking like.. well, me." You joke, as he can't help but reach out to affectionately brush some hair out your face, hands holding your cheeks.

"M'sorry." He mumbles, and you part a bit from him, serious at his tone of voice used.

"Hm? For what?" You wonder, and he sighs. Why did he bring it up now? This is going to be so awkward, he already dreads it. But now that he's put the noose around his neck, he might as well stand on the chair too.

"Yesterday. Or.. day before? Technically it was, wasn't it.." he rants, before sighing. "I hate that we.. had moment, you know, and then.. nothing. Ruined." He complains softly, and you can't help but look at him affectionately. He's such a soft soul sometimes, worries about so much that doesn't even need to be worried about.

"Jungkook, it's fine." You answer.

"Not fine-" he shakes his head. "Not fine, I- ugh, I want you, you know? Want to, but now, it's awkward and I don't know how to initiate it because every time I plan to I keep thinking of that moment he called and-" he groans in frustration, head thrown back before he looks down at you. "I'm sorry." He apologizes yet again, and you laugh.

"I forgot to pack socks for this trip, that's why I'm always barefoot in your apartment here." You say, and he blinks once, twice, before he looks at you, confused but amused the same.

"What?" He questions, tilting his head for a split second and you shrug.

"Now I've made an awkward moment for myself too. We're even." You explain, and he laughs.

"Thats not how that works-" he wants to argue but he inevitably leans down to kiss you- a peck quickly deepened by you, because God knows you want him just as much. But the struggle of initiating isn't solely his alone, because you don't know how to either. All is still new with your relationship, you don't even live together at this point in time, only a week more and you'll be back home trying to figure out how to move most of your stuff to his country so you can be closer. This was all a test, after all- to see if it's worth it. If you'll be okay.

And you know now, you'll be just fine with him at your side.

"Hm I need to get going now though-" you say, trying to escape him now- but he won't let you, hands firm on the small of your back as he keeps you against him, lips chasing yours making you giggle as you lean back as far as you can. "Jungkook!" You laugh, but he just playfully bites at your neck.

"No, I'm hungry." He mumbles against your skin, and you look at him, pushing against his chest.

"Yeah that's why I have to go? Get everything to cook?" You remind him, but he shakes his head, gaze making it clear that he doesn't care for that.

"Not.. that." He tells you. "Hungry for you." He says, raising his brows and you laugh at how ridiculous he's being. How can he be both so cute but also attractive at the same time? It's truly unfair.

"You're so cute." You tease, catching him off guard to escape his grasp and run into the bedroom to get some proper pants at least. But he's faster, palm slapping flat against the wood of his door before the momentum of his move slams it into the wall with a loud noise, making both of you jump for a second before he stalks towards you.

And once the backs of your legs hit the edge of his bed, you know you lost.

It's like his patience had finally snapped, his hands eagerly helping you out of his shirt, happily running his palms over your skin, warm and soft as you move around a bit to get comfortable. He sighs when his phone vibrates somewhere close- probably having fallen out of his pocket on the couch earlier, and you laugh, visibly uncaring of his misery. "Go get it." You tell him when it sounds again, and he groans out loudly as if he's in pain, angrily stomping back into the living room, where you can hear him answer the call with an annoyed tone to his voice. It surprises you when he walks back into the bedroom however, pointing to the shirt you're attempting to put back on, before he motions for you to put it back on the floor where he'd thrown it down earlier.

Just what is he thinking right now?

"Yeah, that's fine." He talks into the phone, his free hand untying the strings of your sweatpants, before he pulls on the hem, tapping your hips as if to silently ask you to lift them so he can get you out of those pants. "Not right now, but tomorrow is fine." He continues to talk to whomever is speaking to him over the phone, while simultaneously running his hand from the side of your knee, up to the hem of your underwear, the last item of clothing covering you at the moment. It's oddly exciting to see him so serious, yet clearly more focused on you than anything else.

You've never felt so adored before.

His fingers slip underneath the side of your panties, teasing you, so close yet way too far from where you'd like his hands to be most right now. And he's clearly aware of it too; if the hooded eyes and the small smirk on his lips was anything to go by. "No, right now.. I'm pretty busy. Sorry." He speaks again into the phone, thumb running over the dip between your inner thigh and your by now more than aching heat. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip for a second, before the whole thing visibly seems to edge him just as much- then tent in his pants evident.

"Alright, yeah, just- text the schedule to me and I'll talk to you tomorrow about it, okay?" He offers into the phone, moving to stand up and search for something in the drawer of his bedside table- colorful foil package pretty obviously hinting at what he means when he's said he's currently busy. "Alright, hmhm, yup- bye." He rushes out, ending the call before he throws his phone somewhere onto the shirt you'd been wearing, his eyes rolling in an annoyed manner before he takes off his own shirt, joining you on the bed.

"Did you really hang up on him like that?" You wonder, giggling when he has to sit back to slip out of his loose grey sweats as well, jumping on one foot for a bit as his other gets stuck in the fabric for a second.

"I'm not sorry." He shakes his head, crawling closer to you on the mattress to get a hold of both sides of your panties. "I've got my hot girlfriend all pretty and ready, no one can ever blame me for being needy." He shrugs, shaking his hair out of his face before he tries to pull your underwear off. "Hey come on now!" He whines almost, a stark contrast to the tattooed, muscled appearance of him currently already flushed and fully erect, straining against the cotton of his own underwear.

"Needy." You tease, and suddenly, as if you'd pushed a button, as he suddenly pulls on the fabric with more determination, successfully getting rid of the item of clothing with a gaze that screams fake innocence. Jungkook isn't new to sex, and neither are you- but it's the first time doing it with each other, which naturally places a bit of pressure onto you.

Or maybe it usually should be like that- because somehow, it all comes naturally.

When his hand finds your heat, you're already melting underneath his gaze, no words spoken as he leans further over you, catching your lips again. Only that this time, he truly seems hungry; no longer offering you fleeting pecks but desperate kisses that try and convey just how much he wants you right now. He knows that he could never truly make it clear to you though- because he himself doesn't even know if that's possible.

He's never wanted anyone so bad.

And while usually not too fond of it, his need to prove himself as the perfect lover- emotionally and physically- makes him detach himself from you for a second, before he adjusts his position, leaning down to have you lay your legs over his shoulders, hands holding your thighs apart as he lays his mouth onto your heat.

It's an entirely new experience for you, and he knows.

But luckily, if your Impatient whining was anything to go by, you're definitely enjoying yourself as he flattens his tongue over your sensitive nerves, eyes focused on you while he has to use a little strength to keep your legs apart, especially when you grow close to your first orgasm. He's eager to see it, moving away to gain a better view before one of his hands finishes the job, gaze on you as you arch your back and come undone from his actions.

And its now that he really can't take it any longer.

"Fuck I need you." He curses under his breath, finally getting rid of the last item of clothing he still had on until now, no need to give his length any form of help to get ready for you. He can't help but groan a little under his breath at how sensitive he feels, rushing the act of wrapping the condom over as to not rile himself up too much.

After all, he wants to be inside you for his own orgasm, no matter what.

"Hm I'll go slow, ok?" He asks, and you nod, hands reaching out for him, making him chuckle. "You're cute." He comments, earning a roll of your eyes in return. He lets it go for now- giving you a pass this time, but only because be truly feels needy now.

He'd love to tease you a little, make you all whiny and desperate for him, but right now, he just wants you as close as he physically can get.

Though in his haste to get onto his own road towards pleasure, he never forgets you- pride swelling as he watches you hold onto him, wanting him just as much as he wants you. He's a little sweaty already, and the sheetsbare tangled badly at this point from all your squirming, arousal already staining some parts of them but right now he really can't bring himself to care.

He uses one of his hands to aid him in finding your entrance, positioning himself to carefully push himself inside, and at this point, he just feels as if he truly became one with you. It's the last key experience in a way he's had to have with you, and now that he's in exactly that moment, things start to feel real.

"I love you." He almost whispers into your neck while he starts to move. "I'm.. so grateful you're here." He tells you, hips moving at a steady pace. "I want you to.. stay forever." He almost asks, in a way, and while you can't give him an answer to that right now, you probably will later.

After you're back with the normal thinking human beings, because right now, with his pace and strength gaining as he chases his high, your head is definitely unable to form thoughts.

In a way, he loves the sight of you like this. It's awfully sinful, a sight only he wants to ever be able to see, no one else.

He can't control his own noises at this point, uncaring of his groans of pleasure as he chases after his peak, noticing you growing antsy as well, visibly eager to cum as well. And he will make sure you'll get your attention as well- he'd never let you down, ever.

And with his hand reaching in between you both to find where he needs to be, you're gone and out; head thrown back into the pillows while he pushes himself in deep, condom filling with his seed while he slows down into almost no movement at all.

Catching his breath, he leans down to you to kiss you once more, ticking of his clock on the bedside table coming back into the background noise, as well as the cars outside from the opened window, and your breathing underneath him. His senses return one by one as he pulls himself out, moving to get rid of the condom and start the shower.

"Come on." He asks, tapping your thigh, but you just whine all grumpy at him. "Noo get up, get up- the bed's all messy and we're too.!" He laughs, all energized from his own afterglow, while you seem to be the exact opposite, having to be physically pulled into a sitting position by your wrists. Jungkook himself can't help but simply laugh, before he takes matters into his own hands, lifting you up over his shoulder-

And of course, landing a loud smack onto your butt for good measure.

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felixandresims · 1 year

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Hello Everyone:),

Fayun Part 3 is the last iteration of the Fayun Series and while I created interior items for the first two parts it's time for the exterior.

The ability to recreate Asian hip and gable roofs for the Sims sparked the idea for the Fayun Set already back in May, that's when I started working on the first pieces for the exterior part. I was mainly inspired by traditional Chinese architecture but you will be able to use some of the pieces also for Japanese and Korean-style buildings and let me tell you it was quite fun testing them out in Mount Komorebi :)

This collection comprises 65 pieces including windows, doors, arches, a gazebo, awnings, matching roof tiles and decoration, placable fences, railings and spandrel, a functional column, and room dividers. I also created a pebble stone floor with matching terrain paint and a wall.

This Set is now on Early Access and you find it here

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l2vedive · 2 months

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CITY OF ANGELS w. lee heeseung

inspired by la la land + slight angst (511)

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

note: this is a part of an actual long fic i'm writing but i decided to post it as an individual oneshot and as an excuse to post smth LOL hope you enjoy !!! pls lmk by reblogging and liking ><

in the dynamic world of the korean music industry, you stand at the precipice of your solo debut as yn, surrounded by a whirlwind of nerves and anticipation. the practice room buzzes with energy as your team of managers and staff work tirelessly, preparing for the big day.

suddenly, the door swings open, and in strides heeseung—your first love, your first supporter, and the one who broke your heart four long years ago. his presence fills the room with a tumultuous mix of emotions, stirring up memories you thought you had buried deep.

heeseung, now a successful choreographer, has been assigned to mentor you for your debut. but he has no idea that you, yn, are the artist he's been tasked to work with. your management has kept your true identity hidden, adding another layer of complexity to your already tangled history.

after a brief introduction from your staff and managers, the room empties, leaving you and heeseung alone in a charged silence, the weight of your unresolved past hanging heavy between you like a thick fog.

"congratulations," you both start simultaneously, the words feeling heavy and laden with unspoken emotions. your eyes meet briefly and a laugh spills out. endearment. nostalgia. his laugh's melody was always your favourite song.

heeseung takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of recognition. "are you ready to start?" he asks, his voice strained with the weight of what remains unspoken between you.

you meet his gaze, your heart aching with the memories of what used to be. "always," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

and so, you dive into the dance practice, the music wrapping around you like a bittersweet melody. every movement, every touch, is laced with the ghost of your past—a past filled with laughter, tears, and the echoes of a love that was never meant to be.

as you dance, you can feel heeseung's eyes on you, his gaze lingering on the curve of your smile, the arch of your back. subtle touches and longing glances pass between you, speaking volumes of the words left unsaid.

in those fleeting moments, you both linger on what used to be, on the love that once burned bright between you. but as the music fades and the dance comes to an end, you're left with the harsh reality of the present—a reality where your paths have diverged, and your hearts remain forever entwined in the bittersweet melody of what could have been.

"i've missed this," heeseung admits softly, breaking the silence as he offers you a wistful smile.

you nod, your heart aching with the weight of his words. "me too," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

but amidst the ache of your past, there's a flicker of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, the music of your shared history will lead you to a new beginning. and as you exchange one final glance with heeseung, there's a silent agreement between you—a promise of what could be, if only you're brave enough to reach for it.

— please do not copy , translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

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authorhjk1 · 1 year

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A tie, handcuffs, and another hotel

Kim Chaewon X Joy X Male Reader

The woman in front of you gives you a devilish glare. It's an evil one. And you are sure that you would have run away by now, if it wasn't for the handcuffs. The handcuffs that are tying her to the chair she is sitting on.

"Trust me."

The woman dressed in pink standing next to you starts talking again.

"She is such a kinky slut. We could do anything to her right now."

You don't disagree, but you are still wondering how you got here. Six hours ago, your plane landed in Frankfurt, Germany. Within those six hours you met these two women. One four years older than the other. One all dressed up in a slutty pink outfit. One wearing a police uniform.

After your unbelievable morning (more about that in the future), you got an invitation for a business offer. And here you are. But you didn't expect the meeting to go so fast. And you definitely didn't expect to meet two Korean singers right here.

But this isn't were the chapter is supposed to start. No. It's supposed to start fourteen hours earlier. And in London. In your hotel room. Inside of Soyeon. Because that's where we left of. Or at least almost.

"Fuck!"

Soyeon's moan echoes through the room as she arches her back off the wooden table. You keep up your pace, making her slide a little over the smooth surface. With your hands on her waist, you lift her up a little, giving you a better angle to drive yourself into her pussy.

"Yes, Daddy. Make her cum."

Miyeon is kneeling on the table. Her hands still tied behind her back. She watches you fuck the live out of Soyeon.

For a moment you don't remember how she got on the table. Certainly not alone without hands. Did you carry her?

You are distracted by Soyeon's whining as you feel her walls tightening around you. Her nails scratch on the wood, she closes her eyes and her pussy becomes wetter.

Ant then, she cums on your cock. She shakes atop the table, moaning tiredly. Her juices start to leak out of her, slowly dripping down your cock, onto the carpet.

"This is so hot, daddy."

Miyeon looks at you. Her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her eyes desperate to be treated like she was treated before.

"Don't get too excited. You are still getting punished."

Her smile drops. Replaced by a sulky pout.

"I want your cock, though. Please, daddy."

"I'm not sure you deserve it yet."

Slowly leaving Soyeon's pussy, you keep your focus on Miyeon.

"I do. Princess has been a good girl."

Miyeon tries to move closer to you. But only on her knees and with Soyeon in the way, it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Please, daddy. If you really want to keep punishing me, then do it differently. I can't wait any longer."

She is finally close enough for you to reach out your hand. You feel the smoothness of her skin as your fingers close around her throat.

"Please, daddy-"

Miyeon's words are cut off.

"You want me to punish you differently?"

She nods slightly. The brunette is not gasping for air, but she struggles to speak.

"How?"

You finally hear her voice. It's at odds with her personality. Now it sounds raspy and hoarse. You know it's not just the choking. It seems like Miyeon didn't handle the throat fucking earlier as well as she pretended.

"Spank me."

Two simple words. Words that you like to hear from such a gorgeous woman like Miyeon.

Letting go off her throat, you hear her taking a deep breath. You lean forward, whispering into her ear.

"Here we go."

You pull on her shoulders, making Miyeon fall forward. The upper half of her body is now resting on top of Soyeon's midriff, while the rest is lying on the table. Her head is hanging off her friends body.

You grab some of her messed up hair, forcing her to look up at you.

"Don't forget you asked for this."

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy."

Her smile is genuine as you let go off her hair and walk around the table, out of her sight. Soyeon is not moving. You don't know why. Maybe she is enjoying this. Or she is too tired to move.

You start at her ankles. Your fingers dancing over her smooth skin.

"It tickles, daddy."

Miyeon squirms at your touch, but you don't stop. Slowly you make your way up her creamy legs. You admire her body from behind. Her bare shoulders. Her back. Her ass. All of it. Once you reach the hem of her silk dress, you place your hand fully on her skin. You sneak it underneath Miyeon's clothing, feeling the shape of her butt cheeks.

Her head is placed on the table and you hear her letting out a soft moan, everytime you squeeze her flesh.

"Please spank me, daddy."

You lift her dress off her skin, pushing it towards her waist.

"I have been such a bad princess. And princesses need to be spanked."

It's interesting that she keeps switching between a good princess and a bad one. As if she is deliberately calling herself that to get what she wants. And it seems to be working.

When your hand leaves her skin for the first time after a couple of minutes, you see her close her eyes in anticipation. You make her wait a couple of seconds.

And then you let your hand fall.

"Oh!"

Miyeon's surprised yelp is what you were hoping for. Before she can speak, you spank her one more time.

"Yes!"

Again.

"Oh gosh!"

And again.

Miyeon has started to breath faster, trying to brace herself for every painful impact. You see the shape of your hand slowly appearing on Miyeon's right cheek. The bright red is the que for you to switch to the left one.

The brunette is surprised by the sudden change. Making her moan a little louder.

"Have I spanked you enough now?"

You hand hovers over her left cheek, ready to spank her again, if you hear the wrong answer.

"Yes."

Another hit.

"Daddy, please. I know I was naughty. Please keep pushing me."

You spank her again. Once. Twice. But now Miyeon interrupts you.

"Please punish me so much. So much that I will never be naughty again. So that I will be a good little princess for daddy."

You spank her one last time for good measure, making her moan.

"Does that mean you finally learned your lesson?"

"Yes, daddy."

You reach forward to loosen the tie. When you take it into your hand, you see small red marks around Miyeon's wrists.

"Thank you, daddy."

Miyeon tries to get up slowly. The spanking certainly left it's mark.

"I will be a good girl from now on."

To her surprise, you shake your head.

"We aren't done yet."

"But, daddy."

You shut her up by crashing your lips into hers. On instinct, the brunette kisses you back. As she deepens the kiss, you wrap your hands around her waist, before pulling her up. Getting her off the table, you make her stand in front of you.

Continuing to kiss Miyeon, you push her towards the glass door, which leads to the balcony. She doesn't seem to notice, too busy with her tongue in your mouth.

When you push her into the cold surface, you feel her shudder at the sensation. Not letting her settle in, you slide the door open, making her stumble backwards, before you catch her.

Now standing in the night air, you feel the cool breeze on your skin, while it makes Miyeon's hair move.

"Turn around."

She does so, but can't help but complain.

"It's cold, daddy."

"Don't worry, princess."

You are standing behind her, making her place her hands on the railing.

"I will make you feel warm."

Kissing her bare shoulders, makes Miyeon feel new heat already. She remembers that you are completely naked behind her. And that you wanted to teach her another lesson. She realizes too late what it is, as she is enjoying your warm lips on her skin too much.

Her wrists are tied together once more. But now she is locked in place. The tie bound around the railing.

"Let's see how loud my princess can scream."

"Daddy. Please no. Not out here."

She told you are her safety word when you went up to your room. "No" is definitely not a safety word.

"I think you are enjoying this."

"No, daddy. I'm not. I have been punished enough."

"That's not for you to decide."

And with that, you can't hold yourself back any longer. Miyeon's tight pussy is addictive. You need to be inside of her. As long as you can. Whenever you can.

Her whimpering shows that she is trying to keep it down. But it doesn't help. A lewd moan escapes her lips, once you are fully buried inside of her tight snatch.

"Are you warmer now?"

You can't help but chuckle at her desperate attempts to keep quiet.

"A little."

She whispers and you promise yourself that she will scream, once you are done with her.

"Daddy, please."

You slowly retreat out of her, before pushing inside again. The motion all too familiar already.

"Faster."

Miyeon can't help herself. As much as you are addicted to her pussy, Miyeon has become addicted to your cock. Maybe it's because she had to watch you fuck Soyeon. Or maybe it's because you fill her so good. Either way, she can't keep as quiet as she would like.

"Oh my god."

The brunette slowly forgets the icy cold metal touching her hands, as she holds onto it. You increase your force, starting to pound into her.

"Holy-!"

She was about to let out a yelp. She tries to quiet herself by letting her head fall into her hands.

"Come on princess."

You grab her hair, like you did several times tonight already, and pull her head up.

"You have such a beautiful voice. Why don't you want to share it with London?"

"Please."

Her begging only makes you want to tease her more.

"Maybe a little more of this."

Your right hand meets her butt cheek.

"Oh my god."

Miyeon hisses at the pain and the pleasure.

Not loud enough.

You spank her harder. The sound echoes through the night air, louder than you thought. But Miyeon manages to keep her voice down.

You realize that there is only one way to make her scream. And so you start. Letting go off her hair, you watch her head fall down into her hands again. Grabbing her waist, you fuck her harder from behind.

"Yes, daddy."

Her moans become needier. You keep pushing her forward, her upper body leaning further over the railing. Her legs are now pressed against it, making it now completely impossible for her to escape.

"Pound me, daddy."

You do as she says. Not caring how loud the two of you are. Not caring that it is freezing cold. Not caring that Soyeon is watching from inside. And maybe even other people too.

Either way, you fuck Miyeon through the night. Hard and fast. Like she wants it. Like she needs it.

Her hair is hanging off the balcony. You can't help but think about a certain tale. That Miyeon calls herself princess makes her even more loveable.

All of her appearance is at odds with what she looks like in this moment.

Her hair hanging loosely. Her upper body bend over the railing as far as possible. If you wouldn't be holding her, she might fall down. Her bare back, glistening from sweat and the lights of your room.

Moving your hand, you reach around Miyeon's waist.

"Please, daddy. No."

She knows what is going to come next. Or rather who.

You start rub her clit with you fingers, making her moan into her hands.

"I know you want to scream."

Leaning forward, you kiss her behind her ear.

"Just let it go."

Your whispers make Miyeon slowly lose control over her body. She has never been turned on like this. Bound to the balcony. Being forced to get fucked outside. Where everyone could see her. Where everyone could hear her.

You see her biting her lip as your circles on her clit become faster and faster. Your deep thrusts rock Miyeon's small body against the railing. Her dress flutters loosely in the wind.

Slowly you feel her trembling. Her moans start to become louder with every thrust. You can see how bad she is trying to hold it in. But you know, and maybe even she knows, that it's in vein. She will cum. And she will scream. Like she did earlier this night.

And like she does now.

"Daddy! Fuck!"

Her voice echoes through the night as you push her towards the edge. Miyeon isn't there just yet, but it can only be a matter of seconds.

"Gonna cum!"

And yet, she is already screaming. Her pussy pulsating around you. And with one final thrust, you make her climax.

"Daddy! Cumming!"

"Do you want to make her watch? Or do you want to fuck her face?"

The woman next to you side eyes you.

"What would you prefer?"

Your question is directed at the older woman.

"The two of you are behaving like kids. Untie me and I show you how to fuck."

The woman in pink steps forward. Leaning towards her unnie, her hand traces along her right cheekbone.

"We can't untie you. You love to be dominated. And you know it."

"No I don't! Kim Chaewon! Untie me!"

Chaewon steps backwards, standing next to you again.

"Seems like she is in denial. We should fuck alone, before we let her join."

The offer is more than just tempting. But you still aren't sure about the woman on the chair. She looks genuinely pissed off. Does she really hate being dominated? Or is she just acting? Does she like being tied up?

You were really surprised when she showed up at your hotel room door with a police uniform on. She said she is an actress and kept it for "personal character development". You didn't get what she meant. And you still don't.

The two of them seem to know each other though, so you believe Chaewon. At least for now.

"Come on, honey."

Chaewon takes your hand, guiding it towards her chest.

"Let's enJoy ourselves."

She put special emphasis on the last syllable of "enjoy".

" Very funny."

Joy's angry tone still lingers in your ear as you touch Chaewon's chest underneath her top.

"If you don't keep quiet, we have something to shut you up with."

The younger woman reaches towards your crotch, lazy letting a finger move along the length of your clothed cock.

Joy looks like she has another heated reply in store, but she keeps quiet.

"There we go."

Chaewon steps in front of you.

"Now fuck me."

You have to say that there is little hesitation in your movements. The situation still seems odd, but Chaewon's outfit is just begging you to undress her.

Taking the heart shaped zipper into your hand, you slowly open it. As if you are opening a present. It reveals a skimpy white top underneath it. It's says "daddy" in large black letters.

"Do you like it? Daddy?"

Chaewon lets the pink jacket (you are not even sure if you can call it a jacket) fall on the ground. She twirls around slowly, showing off her tight body.

She had been teasing you, since the two of you met. And she still doesn't stop. When she stands in front of you again, she bites her finger seductively, while she scans you up and down.

"You are so hot, daddy."

Your eyes fall onto her pink shorts. Which is a mistake. It finally breaks your self-control. The constant teasing, the "accidental" touching in the elevator, her figure, everything. You can't hold yourself back. Taking a step forward, you spin Chaewon around before bending her over the table on your left.

"Yes, daddy. Give me your tongue."

You kneel on the floor, pealing off her pink shorts. Her round butt makes you message her cheeks, before you signal her to widen her legs a little.

Her panties are matching her top. You pull them off her as well, before you give both of her cheeks a kiss.

"Fuck me with your tongue, daddy."

You swipe over her snatch, making Chaewon hiss through her teeth.

"Oh, yes."

Taking her ass into your hand, you spread her cheeks and get to work. You begin to eat her out. First slow and sensual. You enjoy the new taste on your taste buds. Chaewon tastes sweet. Her folds begin to get wetter due to your saliva and her juices. The sounds of you, eating her out are the only ones filling the room. Except for the occasional moan from Chaewon. You almost completely forgot that Joy is still there. Still handcuffed to the chair.

"Just fuck her already. What are you waiting for?"

You stop to look at her for a moment.

"Just ignore her."

Chaewon sounds way more relaxed than before.

"She is such an impatient slut. Why do you think she is here, if she has a boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don't stop licking Chaewon's folds. You haven't touched Joy yet, so you are glad that you got this information beforehand.

"So what? I still love him. I just want to have good sex once in a while."

You listen to the two of them bicker for a couple of moments. Chaewon's replies become shorter and shorter though. Her breath heavier. Her moans a little louder.

"Yes, daddy. Right there."

"Hurry up. I don't have all day."

"Shut up, unnie. Fuck!"

Chaewon becomes wetter. Her slick starting to drip down your chin.

"She can't even fuck as good as me. So why even bother?"

"I can prove that I'm a better fuck than unnie."

You feel the young girl's legs starting to shake a little.

"Don't even try. I'm the definition of sex."

You enjoy listening to the two of them arguing about who is better in bed. But Chaewon is slowly reaching her limit.

"No, unnie. I-I-I wi-will show-"

A loud gasp interrupts her sentence.

"I will show how-how good-"

Another moan. Making Chaewon hold onto the edge of the table.

"How good my pussy fee-feel-feeeeeels!"

And with that last word, you make her fall. Chaewon cums hard on your face as hers is rested on the table. You still hold her ass, making sure that she keeps standing. Her cum leaks out of her, staining your face with her sweetness. You glance at Joy to your right, who is desperately trying not to show any arousal. But you can see a couple of hints. She has stopped resisting the handcuffs. Her cheeks are a little red. She bites her lower lip slightly and her eyes seem darker than before.

You can't take in more of Joy in a police uniform, because Chaewon has recovered enough to turn around and take your face into her hands.

Bending down, she starts to kiss you sloppily and before you know it, she starts to lick your face. She tastes herself on you as she cleans your face from her juices.

"I taste so sweet."

She murmurs into the kiss the two of you share, before she finally breaks away.

"You wanna taste me too, unnie?"

She turns towards Joy, who makes a disgusted face.

"No thank you."

Chaewon walks over anyways. Sitting on Joy's lap, she takes her face into her hands. The older one tries to move her head, but she can't escape her grip. Chaewon starts to make out with Joy, who slowly seems to warm up to the kiss.

The scene in front of you must be a dream. It is too beautiful to be true. Joy handcuffed to the chair she is sitting on. Still wearing her uniform and the police vest. Chaewon in her lap, only wearing the skimpy white top and the matching thigh high socks. She keeps grinding herself on Joy's right leg, while she practically eats her face.

You only hold out for a couple of moments. Before you know it, you are already standing behind Chaewon. Because she is a little too low for you, you push her further into Joy. She hugs the older woman tight, resting her chin on her shoulder.

"Yes, daddy. Show her how good my pussy feels."

You lock eyes with Joy as you slowly push yourself into Chaewon. Luckily she already came, so she is wet enough. You hear her moan, while Joy bites her lips slightly.

You slowly withdraw out of Chaewon. Taking her hips into your hands, you prepare yourself to fuck her hard.

"Oh fuck!"

A deep thrust makes her groan in pleasure as her body is rocked against Joy's.

"You are so big."

Chaewon sighs as you slowly retreat, before pushing inside of her once more.

Joy is starting to get really turned on by the two of you. The way you push Chaewon's body into her with every thrust. The way the younger girl moans into her ear. The way she is holding her vest from behind. Her pussy staining Joy's uniform pants with her juices.

All of it makes Joy's face turn from pretending to be annoyed to giving you her best fuck me eyes.

Of course you knew Joy before today. She is a member of Red Velvet. Since you own a fashion company in Asia now, there were suggestions for Joy to model for you. But schedules were difficult.

Now she watches you fuck Chaewon on her lap. The younger one moans loudly into her ear, voicing her pleasure.

"Yes, daddy! Fuck me hard!"

You do just that. Her body is being thrown back and forth by your grip on her waist and your thrusts.

It takes you a moment to notice that Joy starts to fight against the handcuffs again.

"Are you finally admitting-oh god!"

Chaewon keeps trying to tease her unnie.

"Admitting that my cunt is better than yours?"

Joy doesn't even listen. The visual stimulation is too much for her.

"Please get these off."

She rattles with her own handcuffs.

"I need to touch myself."

"You are just- oh fuck!"

Chaewon bites into Joy's vest for a moment to stop herself from screaming.

"You are just jealous. Jealous that I get fucked."

"That's not true."

Joy looks at you. Desperation in her eyes.

"Please let me touch myself. I need it."

You are surprised how needy she suddenly is. Seems like Chaewon was right earlier. Joy is submissive.

"Not now."

Two simple words, which make Joy pout angrily. She looks adorable, hot and sexy at the same time. How does she do that?

"Harder, daddy! Make me cum in her lap!"

Chaewon does seem to get closer. She holds onto Joy's vest tighter. Her face buried in the crook of Joy's neck.

Moving your hands away from her waist, you hold her shoulders, pushing her even further into Joy. Chaewon is now almost lying on her. You see two wet spots on the older ones pants. One on her leg, that one is definitely Chaewon, and one at her crotch. Your left hand reaches for Joy's lap, while the other grabs Chaewon by her neck. You are careful not to hurt her, at least not too much.

"Yes, daddy! Give it to me!"

She becomes louder as you start to press against Joy's wet spot. A long drawn out moan escapes her lips. It sounds like she hasn't been touched by someone else in ages.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You feel Chaewon's pussy clench onto your cock. Her tight body twists in pleasure as she starts to tremble on top of Joy. You keep holding her by her neck, preventing Chaewon from falling off the older woman. You don't move inside of her, until she has ridden out her high.

Slowly retreating, you watch your cock leave her freshly fucked pussy. It's drenched and glistening with her juices.

Glancing at Joy, you see her staring at your cock. As if in a trance, she licks her lips.

"Chaewon. Chae."

You have to call her twice before she answers. Slowly lifting her head, she looks back at you over her shoulder.

"Eat her out."

You see Joy's eyes light up. But Chaewon looks disappointed.

"But daddy. I want to be fucked more."

"Only when you make her cum."

Chaewon gives you an angry glare, showing her disapproval, before she slowly climbs off Joy.

With shaky legs, she gets on her knees, slowly unzipping Joy's pants. The older woman watches with no patience left. You watch as Chaewon pushes her pants a little to the side, revealing Joy's lack of underwear.

"Oh god."

Joy sighs as Chaewon places her tongue on her clit.

You move to stand above Chaewon, taking the back of Joy's head into your hand. She looks up at you through her bangs as you grab her hair.

Pulling her towards you, Joy opens her mouth, when she finally meets your cock. Chaewon's glistening juices are replaced with Joy's saliva and mouth as she takes you inside of her.

You feel her moaning around your dick as Chaewon puts her tongue into her snatch. Using your hand on the back of her head, you make her bob up and down slowly. You don't give her time to adjust to your size in her mouth. Joy closes her eyes as you start to move her a little faster. Making her take more and more of your cock, until she reaches her limit. There are still two inches to go, but Joy's gag reflex acts up, as you force her further.

She coughs and you loosen your grip. Joy lets your cock fall out of her mouth. She breaths heavily as strings of her saliva connect your cock with her red lips.

You feel Chaewon move underneath you, so you look down. She has gotten in a more comfortable position, now able to eat out Joy and finger herself at the same time.

Pulling the older one's head towards you again, you smear her own saliva all over her lips and chinn with your cock. Joy's face slowly starts to become a mess, once you force her onto your cock once more. Everytime Chaewon moans due to her fingers in her snatch, she makes Joy moan in return. This makes her humm around your shaft, sending vibrations through your whole body.

You start to make Joy gag on your cock over and over again as you get rougher with her. She barely has any make up on, which you could ruin. But it doesn't prevent her from letting tears fall down her cheeks. The glistening drops mix together with her saliva as they reach her mouth and chin. Her disheveled hair is now only held up my the loose bun in your hand. She keeps trying to escape from her handcuffs. Although you don't know if she wants you to stop, or wants to pull you further towards her. She isn't exactly able to speak at the moment.

Instead, Chaewon does the talking occasionally. You wonder how she is so talkative while still being able to make her unnie moan on your cock.

"I didn't expect this to be so good. Daddy, you should have a taste."

You are too busy with making a mess out of Joy to really answer.

"I wish you would fuck my face like that. Ruin it. Make me choke on that cock of yours."

You give her a light pat on the head, signaling her to keep her attention on eating out Joy.

After another couple of seconds of constant gagging, you let Joy take a deep breath. Her saliva is coating your shaft. The strings, connecting you two, have grown in numbers. They bind you together almost like a spiderweb. One is almost as thick as Joy's pinky. Her drool dribbles down her chin, staining the police vest covering her chest.

Once you think she has recovered enough, you pull her back onto your cock. Joy hasn't said a word since you started to fuck her face. Her eyes do all the talking, since her mouth is stuffed with cock. They are clouded with lust. Like a storm that is going to start at any moment.

It's difficult to sense it, because she keeps gagging, but the time between Joy's moans becomes shorter and shorter. Her mouth making you feel incredible as you slowly start to approach your own climax as well. Chaewon seems to be doing a good job on Joy's snatch as Joy starts to squirm on the chair. She closes her thighs around the younger girl's head, trapping her in between.

You make Joy gag on your cock without a break now. You try to chase your own orgasm, forcing yourself down her throat. Deeper and deeper. Until it won't go further.

Glancing to the floor, you see a huge puddle of juices underneath the three of you. It must be a combination of Joy's and Chaewon's juices and Joy's saliva, which keeps dripping down her chin.

You feel Joy trying to say something, but she can't. Your cock is as deep down her throat as it would go. But the message is an obvious one.

It takes the two of you only a couple of moments, until you both break. Joy's thighs shake wildly as she cums, threatening to crush Chaewon's head in between them. The muscles in her throat tighten around you, making you cum in her mouth. You shoot your cum inside of her as she trembles on the chair. Her own cum starts to stain Chaewon's face, making her look almost as messed up as Joy.

When you have finally nothing left to give, you slowly pull out of Joy's mouth.

She looks at you with satisfied eyes, opening her mouth slightly. You watch her swirl her tongue around in your pool of cum.

"Give me some."

Chaewon underneath you whines like a child.

Joy leans down a little, opening her mouth further. Long ropes of your cum fall out of her mouth. She keeps some of it for herself, but most of the precious liquid falls towards Chaewon.

The young girl already opened her mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. She moans as your cum hits her tongue.

The two of them play around with it in their mouths for a while, before they both swallow it. First Joy, then Chaewon.

"Untie me now. And I will turn this night into the best of your life."

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Author's note:

Hey, everyone! Thank you all for reading and voting. As soon as I saw Chaewon's insta upload, I had to write this. And since I'm watching Joy's kdrama right now, I couldn't stop thinking about her either. I know the concept of this and the last chapter are similar, but I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to write about Joy being handcuffed while wearing her uniform.

I hope you enjoyed it anyways. This wasn't planned, but I will do the rest of the pending requests soon.

Have a nice day!

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unholybacon355 · 3 months

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Melting

Sana x Dahyun

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: No, I don't just write about Jihyo ahahahah, and also... Thanks to the persons who helped me this time, you know who you are but i still don't know if i have permission to named you. Anyways, enjoy it.

It was quite a compromising situation, at least seen from Dahyun's perspective. OK yes. She was sitting on the sofa, which was quite normal, nothing out of the ordinary, but it was what was between her and the sofa that made the difference. Or rather, who stood between Dahyun and the piece of furniture.

Sitting on the couch, and obviously under Dubu, was Sana. Or was it Dahyun who was over her? Interesting question, for which the Korean did not have an answer right now. The important thing was that the body of the Japanese rather than getting in the way, what she did was support Dahyun's weight. Because for God sake, at this precise moment she wasn't able to stay upright, much less stand up.

The sweat on her back made the skin stick to Sana's breasts, even when her pleasure forced her to arch a little she could feel the other girl's body against hers. The soft mounds of her pressing against her flesh, and even the stiff buttons that crowned them digging into her back. But the truth was, she didn't have much time to think about it right now.

Sana's hands ran over her body in a skillful way. Oh!, those hands that she loved so much but she did not dare to admit it. The hands paying special attention to her chest, kneading Dahyun's breasts like a cat kneading her bed; while her fingers played with the Korean girl's rigid nipples. Oh, those wonderful hands. However, her mouth was not far behind, depositing small kisses behind the ear of the minor, or sucking along her neck. She even sometimes licked the thin layer of sweat that began to accumulate on Dubu, since the temperature had risen a lot in the room. Especially since they had undressed.

How everything had happened was something they didn't want to think about, they only had each other in this wonderful moment. All Dahyun understood was that now things had changed and neither of them had to hide what she felt anymore. Certainly an important issue to have reached the way they were now. Sana completely naked and Dahyun only keeping the lower part of her underwear. The Japanese sitting on the sofa and the Korean over her with her back to her. The older one hands running through the body of the younger one and giving her as much pleasure as possible.

In any case, the truth was that for Sana this was not a difficult task. Dahyun had fantasized so many times about those wonderful hands running over her body, that practically the moment the fingertips of the older one touched her pale skin, she melted without remedy.

Dahyun looked down and saw Sana's hands playing with her chest. Seeing those gorgeous veiny hands grabbing her tits only made her wetter, if that was even possible at this point. Clearly her underwear was already ruined, but she couldn't care less about that now. All she wanted was to replace that sodden garment with her stark nakedness. Giving Sana access to the most intimate corners of her body, exposing as much skin as possible for her skilled hands to roam.

Somehow their minds seemed to be connected as the Japanese released one of Dahyun's breasts to make her hand go down the minor's body. She traced the shape of her muscles with a finger, outlining every inch of an impatient Dahyun's abdomen. The action only contributed to get small moans from the Korean. Luckily they were alone in the apartment and no one could hear them, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. After all she was almost naked on top of hers, until recently her best friend, begging for more of her touch.

“Dahyun-aaah. You look really needy for my hands.” A small nervous giggle accompanied Sana's lewd words, as if she felt embarrassed after saying them. Of course, this was not reflected in her actions, since her left hand continued to play with the corresponding breast of the minor; while her right hand was now fully resting on Dahyun's abdomen.

Dubu's body seemed to burn where Sana's palm rested, making the temperature of her abs skyrocket. Torturously descending in a march so slow that it seemed to Dahyun that she was not even moving. Setting her body on fire and increasing the temperature where Dahyun needed that hand the most.

The kissing and sucking never stopped on her neck, on her ear and jaw, even on her shoulder. But she needed them somewhere else, maybe on her tits or where even Sana's hands hadn't reached yet. However she was sure that she was not going to get that today, the Japanese were not going to give her that privilege tonight. She still began to rock her hips back and forth, in a pathetic attempt to get some friction where she was depriving her. Which only guarantees a new nervous and seductive giggle from the other girl. “Dahyun-aaah. Are you so needy?"

Finally Sana's fingers reached the edge of her underwear, and to the younger girl's surprise the other girl continued to descend over the garment until she placed her hand directly on Dahyun's crotch. Moisture was now soaking through Sana's fingers, covering them in a thin, sticky film. As expected the underwear was completely ruined and offered virtually no protection as Sana began drawing circles directly over Dahyun's most sensitive part. Even so, it prevented her from what she longed for right now, what she wanted madly and what she had imagined so many times in the past.

It was clear that Dahyun wanted, and she couldn't hide it anymore, Sana's fingers inside her. Those precious fingers that had her so crazy, so madly in love in secret. To be honest, she wasn't just in love with her fingers, but with the whole thing. With her gestures, with her giggle, with the way she looked at her, with her skin tone, with how defined her muscles were lately, with how kind and caring she was with everybody. How she cared for her and how she was a little jealous of her when there was someone potentially “Dangerous” around Dahyun. Of all those little details that apparently no one else could see, because otherwise she couldn't imagine how the whole world wasn't madly in love with Minatozaki Sana. But it was those hands and her fine fingers that kept her awake. The same fingers that for some devious reason were now so close, but not yet inside her.

Sana kept drawing circles on Dahyun's flooded intimacy, without stopping the kisses on the neck or caresses on the chest. Doing everything at a pace and with a coordination that invited one to imagine that she, too, had been wanting this for a long time. As if both of them had finally given free rein to all her fantasies. Fantasies where they abandoned their masks of sweet and adorable people, and gave themselves up to more mundane and adult desires.

A muffled gasp from her own mouth brought Dahyun back to reality. Sana's intrusive hand had finally ventured into the innermost reaches of her being, slipping under her underwear. She could feel her wet fingers playing with the sensitive bud that was her clit, giving her a pleasure she never thought she could have. Her deft digits rolled the sensitive organ in a dance she hoped would never end, drawing more moans from her mouth. This time perfectly audible, loud and real as the love she felt for the girl who was giving her so much pleasure.

She wanted to tell her something, return her caresses in some way, but it was really difficult for her to speak. Instead of words all that came out of her mouth were moans and gasps, maybe a couple of letters together but nothing more. Right now she was nothing more than clay being molded by Sana's skilled hands. She wasn't able to articulate any words, so she had no reliable way to let the other girl know how much she enjoyed her touch. Though certainly the moans, the way she writhed, and how wet she was were surely giving her a clue as to what she was feeling right now.

Then nothing more than a gasp that filled her lungs with air and stopped her breathing for a few seconds, could show what she had felt when Sana finally invaded her. When she finally could feel those fingers making their way through her sensitive flesh moistened by so many external caresses. She rested her head on the Japanese woman's shoulder with her eyes tightly closed and her lips parted wide. As if she was going to scream at any moment, but no sound came out of her mouth. She was gasping for air even though her lungs were full, and the world was spinning and she felt like she was going to fall even though she was sitting firmly on top of Sana.

She looked down, where her legs were open and the Japanese's hand merged with her body. She looked with the hope of finally after so many fantasies to see those fingers of hers entering her and leaving herself. Hoping to see what she had dreamed of for so long. But fate was cruel and despite the fact that she was living it, her own underwear prevented her from seeing it. That long-ruined garment already covered Sana's hand and kept that beautiful sight away from her eyes. She was only able to see the fabric moving as if it were echoes of Sana's fingers. Nothing more than a shadow show that kept her away from the light.

Still what she felt was wonderful. If when she touched her abdomen her muscles seemed to burn, now they were close to melting point. She felt such heat in the center of her that she didn't understand how things around her didn't spontaneously combust. How was it that this room was not engulfed by the flames of her passion as the two of them did. They were certainly questions that had no answers and she had better things to think about right now.

In constant swing of the fingers inside her, in addition to the caresses in the rest of her body, they were throwing her to her limit. Her legs couldn't take any more tension, her feet only rested on the tips of her fingers making her carry all her weight against Sana. The temperature rose to unimaginable extremes throughout her body, every last one of her muscles seemed about to burn. It was hard for her to breathe normally, and thinking was an almost impossible task for her. Her mind was flooded by everything the Japanese woman made her feel, so there was only room for pleasure in her head. She felt so hot, as if her small body was wrapped in a heavy blanket that made her feel hotter and hotter.

Now her entire body was trembling, being run through by spasms that emanated from her crotch to the rhythm of Sana's fingers. Tremors ran through her, altering her body chemistry. That added to the high temperature that it had reached had ended up clouding her senses, throwing her beyond all limits known to her. She was totally overwhelmed by the thousands of sensations she felt in every fiber of her body. As if she were in the center of a whirlwind of pleasure.

And so without warning her muscles clenched one last time, throwing her into the abyss of climax. Feeling how she came in Sana's hand while she rested her head on the Japanese's shoulder one more time. Feeling an overwhelming relief and exhaustion at the same time throughout her body.

The Japanese woman helped her ride her orgasm by moving her fingers slower and slower until they came to a complete stop, and hugging her tightly with her other arm. Once the spasms ended she managed to lean back on the sofa and put the tired Dahyun next to her. The Korean could only react by hugging her by her waist and hiding her head on the japanese chest. There were too many things to talk about, too many things to say, but this was not the time. They both had to rest, and judging by Dahyun's calm and rhythmic breathing, she had already fallen asleep.

“Rest Dahyun-ah. You did very well ”Then Sana also hugged her before kissing the top of her head affectionately, and the two of them fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Tired but happy beyond limits. Both with a wide smile on their faces.

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diejager · 8 months

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Helping hand

Pairing: Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin & König x fem!reader

Cw: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, cream pie, biting, marking, fluff, romantic/gentle sex?, Horangi being so gentle, Colonel König (he’s a warning by himself), tell me. If I missed any. wc: 0.8k

Your back arched over the bed, toes curling with a high whine leaving your throat as you pushed his head away. Finger digging into Horangi’s black hair, pulling and pushing him from between your thighs. You squirmed and cried, body at the mercy of Horangi’s hunger, his tongue sloppily rolling your swollen clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slick cunt.

“No more-!” You pleaded, tears falling from your lashes. “Please!”

His only response was to push a third finger in, curling them upwards, smirking smugly while he continuously hit your g-spot, bathing in your erotic mewls and toe-curling gasps. He hummed, his rough voice rumbling against your nub, the fat of his tongue lifting the hood to press your uncovered clit. You jolted, squealing in your dazed struggle to escape his torturous pleasure, thighs closing around his head and nails pulling the roots of his soft hair.

Your body tensed, your head thrown back with a drained-out moan, and the knot in your hot navel snapped. Horangi groaned, mouth leaving your clit to lap at your wet pussy, drinking up your slick from the source, thrusting his tongue inside of your warmth. When he pulled away, he stared at your gasping figure through his narrowed eyes, sucking his fingers one by one, giving you a show of how sexy and teasing the usually stoic and blunt Korean could be. You gave him a stuttered moan, sitting up with shaky limbs.

“You still have to stretch her for me, Horangi,” a deeper voice came from Horangi’s back, a warm palm cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. “Weitergehen.” [Go on]

Obeying König’s commanding tone, Horangi unbuckled his belt, sighing when his hard shaft bobbed once he lowered his briefs. Kneeling on the bed’s edge, he grasped your ankle and pulled, making you yelp. He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his leaking cock over your fold, slicking himself up. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, pressing kisses onto the sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder as his tip poked at your slit, prodding gently before he pushed in.

Your hands gripped his forearms, breathing softly as he pushed inch after inch in until he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping your ass as he snapped his hips. You curled into him with every thrust, hanging onto every sweetening word he mumbled to you. His loving pet names, his soft reassurance and his dirty compliments made you shake, the tips of your nerves burning with a blush that seemed louder than the beat of your erratic heart.

His hips stuttered when you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, bitting the smooth lobe of his ear, asking for more, the words mixed in the torrent of pleasure and ecstasy, drunk or high, you wanted him. He swore, muttering curses as his pace hastened, slamming into you. The loud squelch would’ve made you blush, flustered by how loud your coupling was if you weren’t so lost in your haze, hips bucking skyward and back curving, baring your throat to him. You raked your nails down his naked back and he groaned from both pain and pleasure.

“Come, Maus,” König’s familiar voice carried through your haze, his calming hand caressing the top of your head, fingers brushing your hair from your face while he urged you to your edge. “Meine süße Maus.”

Your body reacted to his command, it tensed and coiled, your limbs shook and your walls clamped around Horangi’s throbbing cock. He let out small moans, his pace growing sloppy with time, his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, your harder nipples flush against his chest. You cried out his name, first Horangi then König’s, you shuddered as you came, your high bringing an end to Horangi’s thrusting. He cursed, rutting against you, hitting deeply as his throbbing cock spurted rope after rope of warm cum. He trembled, teeth clamped down on the skin of your shoulder. Horangi ground into you, shallowly thrusting his cum deeper while he panted, complimenting you with honeyed words.

You shared a moment of calm and clarity, taking in each other while you slowly rode off your high. It was a comforting and loving silence as if only you mattered to him in this world. A calm bubble that seemed to exclude König, but he wasn’t bothered by it, in fact, he welcomed such small moments of mundane love and normalcy in their hectic lives as KorTac operators. The Austrian sat on your left, his hand soothing the chills on Horangi’s back, it went up his back to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers as he brought it to his veiled lips.

“You did well, Maus,” he kissed each of your knuckles, pulling his veil and balaclava up to bite the tips of your fingers, nipping you playfully. “Rest for now, then I’ll have you as I want.”

@sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover

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erajoie07 · 5 months

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Get laid : Reacher (series) x fem reader

Warning: straight up sex so younger audiences are advised to avoid reading it.

A/N: I hope it reaches the targeted audience

Summary: Having been together for three years, Zelda and Reacher navigates their way into their intimate moment in their relationship finding some pieces with each other.

They go back to Reacher’s home after a festive food trip to the night market. YN loved her Korean street foods while Reacher enjoyed whichever looked nice to eat. “I love that kimbap, it tasted nice. You could have tried some.” Reacher pushes past the door with YN behind him, “I’m not a fan of Korean food. But you looked happy eating that and that’s fine with me.” Reacher says setting the plastic bag on the table with the shorts they thrifted. YN closes in behind Reacher and opts to remove his jacket. “Let me take this off you.” YN feels his toned muscles on his back stretching further below his lower back. Reacher turns his head to the side and YN meets his curious eyes. He turns around to face her crawling his hand to cup the side of her peach blushed cheek and brushes his thumb over it. YN's eyes makes their way to his then to his lips.

“If you step a little further then I won’t control myself. I’ll have you my way.”

Tension sinks between them and he is right. One move from either side could result to a deeper navigation of their bodies in unison.

“Are you going to lose control?”

Reacher leans in and sweeps off the pink of her lips. “Yes, but only if you want me to.”

YN gives in and makes her way to his lips capturing his lower lip before she slowly peppers kisses to his jaw and she slides her hand up his dark hair. Reacher pulls away, “We might want to take this upstairs, sweetheart.” YN nods in agreement. “Jump” she does and Reacher perfectly catches her in his hands and turns around to their bedroom.

Lights on and door locked. Reacher sets her on the mattress and he towers over. He removes the shirt he is on and unbuckles his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “What do you want me to do now, sweetheart. You’re the master tonight. Tell me what you wish me to do but after this, I’ll do what I please.”

YN is bewildered and plainly stares at the work Reacher put on his body, the toned pecs, chiseled abdomen, and his muscular forearms. Her foot moves upward from his stomach to his pecs. “Strip for me.”

Reacher as told unzips his jeans and pushes them down to the floor along with his underwear. He grips his cock with his fist and languidly strokes it. YN sits up flaunting her ass and squeezes her breasts together.

“Have you received a blowjob before?” YN nonchalantly cock hitching his breath but not enough that she can’t hear him mumble a disagreement.

“What have you been doing for the last years before you met me?”

Reacher arches his eyebrow, “I’ve been in the military before I retired and found work for a famous actress.”

“Did you have any exes?” Zelda probes, stroking his cock.

“None, you are my first girlfriend and my first to fuck.”

“Tell me more.”

Reacher opens his mouth to speak but stops when she puts his cock inside her warm mouth pushing inches before she meets her fist. YN swipes her tongue on the sides of his cock and bobs her head after pushing further to the hilt before she coughs and pulls away.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

YN pulls away catching her breath. Reacher grabs her jaw and meets her painful eyes, “Don’t force yourself on me, sweets.” He hushes her pain. She suddenly feels awkward in front of him and cannot hide the embarrassment hiding in her face.

“Where is my princess now?”

Now YN blushes, cheeks rising in a smile.

“There she is. My lovely YN. Now what else do you want me to do?”

YN faces his gleaming face tugging her heart.

“I want to sit on your face and wipe that smirk off you.”

Reacher chuckles but heeds her command. Resting his head on the pillow, he waits for his girlfriend. Removing every article that covers he body before she walks to his side and climbs on him. Reacher couldn’t help but land a harsh slap to her ass gripping it afterwards. His hands travel from her waist slowly inching downward hitching her breath when he meets a sensitive spot. Down, down near the apex between her thighs. She had never been so bare in front of a man. She could turn back now and draw the line but when his thumb glides over her pussy’s slit, he had her now. Reacher noticed the hesitation and took it away from her. She braces herself on his face and he welcomes her with a gentle swipe of his tongue underneath the folds. Reacher’s tongue touches her clit then sucks on the little nub grazing over. YN parts her folds for his finger to dig inside pushing inch by inch into her warm hole.

“Lick my clit, Reacher. Make me scream.” She commands pulling his hair. YN's breath shallows parting her mouth over the ragged sensation of his tongue on her sensitive clit. Her moans little by little fill the room and Reacher’s grip on her waist restricts further that will leave a mark. YN's high comes the more he worships her cunt riding his face. He is forgiving and merciful that even when her juices leave on his sides of his mouth . “Faster, Reacher, I’m close,” she exclaims as the high reaches full point and leaves like a second making her breathless on top.

Reacher sits up and closely inspects the ecstasy that etches her face. He lifts and turns her around on her knees towering her as his cock hangs on her lower back.

“I don’t think it can fit.” Reacher says chuckling after

“Please I need your cock, Reacher. I can handle it.” She expresses cheek already pressed to the mattress.

Without much delay, Reacher pulls a condom from his drawer and puts it on his cock.

“I might have a concussion.” She describes her position

“I never told you to do that haven’t I?” He pulls her to press her body on his, “These kinks can wait. Let us just savor this novel experience.”

Reacher lines the head in her pussy and slowly inserts in her warm gaping hole, “Fuck is this pussy so tight. You alright?”

YN braces on his arms breathing fast trying to accommodate the size. His cock reach spots she never could. “You can move now.” YN wonders what he said earlier.

Reacher pulls a slow pace.

“What did you mean what you said earlier?” She asks moaning after when he pushes it to the hilt.

“Oh that. Let’s just say I developed to love some kinks over the years that I’d like to pull off.”

“Like what?” She moans

“I want to warm someone in the morning and fuck her in front of the mirror just to watch that face contort. Want my girl riding my thigh and make her beg for my cock.” This time Reacher thrusts bullies his cock inside her cunt watching her back arch off his chest and tip her head behind. Reaching in front to rub her clit in circles feeling the high build. He reaches for her breasts and leans forward letting his hips do their thing.

“I’m fucking cumming!”

YN moans echo throughout when his head pricks a spot that has her creaming, Reacher following after. They stay for a moment like that. A dog and his bitch before Reacher pulls out and removes the heavy condom from his cock. YN's eyes start to be heavy as well. Reacher brushes a hand over her hair and removing the strays from her face.

“We both did well, sweetheart.

#jack reacher #the reacher #alan ritchson #reacher

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berryhobii · 10 months

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I’m Not Done (jhs x reader)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x black!female!reader

Word Count: 1349

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), hard dom Hoseok, sub reader, standing doggystyle, unprotected sex(please speak with your partners before engaging in this), against a door sex, oral(m and f receiving), throat fucking, denied orgasm, fingering(f receiving), illusions to punishment, spanking, Hoseok is jealous!!🤪

A/N: Hi there! I wrote this after seeing that photo of Hoseok in that dior outfit at a concert. I believe it was LYSY Osaka. That one outfit almost made me swerve from Namjoon but even though the streets were calling my name, I did not stumble!🤣anyway, Gamer!Jungkook is in the works and will be up very soon! Thanks for reading! Criticism is welcomed and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! 💜

Bare chest pressed against the door, hands held behind your back in his iron grip, you were in absolute heaven.

His hips were meeting your ass with swift motions, your knees close to buckling if not for his hold on you. He pounded in and out of your sopping pussy, the squelching noises not drowning out the whines that you were making against the wood of the door.

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies, making everything that much more wet and slick.

Hoseok’s hand came down harshly on your already aching ass. Even against the brownness of your skin, his hand print was visible. That’s how hard and often he had been striking you.

But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. Rough Hoseok was the best. A welcomed contrast to the doting and sensible husband that you normally saw throughout the day.

Then again, you had crossed a line today. It was only a matter of time before the dam burst and Hoseok’s irritation spilled over into anger.

Normally soft touches were replaced by a tight grip on your wrists, kisses were replaced by bites that littered your throat and shoulders, and tender words were replaced by humiliation and degradation.

And each one made your cunt leak even more.

“You fucking slut. You thought that shit was cute?” He growled, yanking your wrists back harder so that your back arched further. The move caused your shoulders to ache but if anything, it just added to your already growing pleasure. You felt like you could cum at any moment but you knew you couldn’t. Not without permission. However, the anticipation of another punishment did sound appetizing.

Your mouth was dropped open, drool spilling from the sides, eyes crossing and toes curling in your stilettos.

Hoseok used his other hand to grab at the front of your throat, hauling you up until your back was against his chest, his hips never faltered.

“I asked you a fucking question.” He seethed against your ear.

You wanted to answer him so badly but his cock was knocking your vocabulary loose. All those years learning Korean were useless now. You couldn’t even answer was 1+1 was if someone asked you.

He obviously didn’t like your lack of response, pulling out of you which pulled a pitiful whine from you. Grabbing you by your hair, he forced you down on the ground, your knees hitting the hardwood. The impact hurt but you didn’t care, not when his leaking cock was just inches from your face.

He roughly tilted your head back so that your blurry eyes met his.

A smirk spread across his face at the vision before him. Your lipstick was smeared, the makeup had come off against the door when he pressed you against it—your lashes were wet from tears, your edges curling back up from where they were perfectly laid before, and your tongue out and begging for more.

Fuck.

“Since you can’t answer, I guess I’ll just have to put your mouth to good use.”

He wasted no time shoving his cock all the way down your throat. The sudden intrusion caused you to gag, your hands lifting to grab at his thighs, eyes watering and tears spilling down your cheeks.

Any other time, he’d punish you for touching him without permission but his orgasm was too close to really care right now.

Giving you no time to adjust, he began thrusting in and out of your throat, the loud ‘gluck gluck gluck’ sounds caused by your wet mouth building that pressure in his tummy.

You relaxed your throat, remembering all of the training you went through to be able to take him. With every thrust, you’d swallow and lick around his cock, trying your best to pleasure him.

He tossed his head back, a low groan coming from him. His hand gripped your hair even tighter, his abs tensing up. You blinked away your tears to get a good look at his face. You loved how he looked when absorbed by pleasure—that crease in his eyebrows, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, the way he pulled his lip between his teeth. You’d watch it all day if you had a chance.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Swallow all of it.”

Forcing his cock all the way down your throat so that your nose was pressed against the hair at the base of his cock, a shudder racked his body as he came. The spurts of his cum flowed down your throat and you did your best to swallow all of it down.

When he was done, he pulled back, chest heaving. His dark eyes stared down at you, his stare making you feel small and defenseless. Like a tiny deer in the view of a hungry lion.

You loved it.

He wasn’t gentle in his movements as he hauled you up by your hair. Your legs wobbled both from being on the ground and from the tingles that your denied orgasm sent through you.

A hard slap to your ass made you yelp, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around your neck. He pressed lightly into your windpipe—the brief lack of oxygen made your brain fuzzy, your knees shook slightly, almost ready to give up on you.

Pushing you against the door again, his hand found its way between your legs, swiping through your wetness. You moaned when his fingers grazed your pitiful clit, the bundle of nerves neglected and swollen.

Two fingers plunged into you, hooking and ramming into your sweet spot. A scream tore from your mouth, your hands reaching down to grab at his arm but apparently, he didn’t like that.

“Hands off!” He growled, jaw clenching. You were positive he felt how your walls tightened around him.

You hesitated but obeyed, moving your hands to brace yourself against the door. Once your hands met the wood, he began his pace again.

Your mouth dropped open again. “Ohhhhhhhh…..sh-sh-shiiittttt….” Your knees met each other, the pleasure becoming too much. Your entire body was alight and shaking from the sensations—his hand on your throat, the sting from your ass pressed against the door, and now the way he was jamming into your spot. You could have fainted

“Keep your legs open.” He ordered, dark eyes piercing yours.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to drop to his knees, his hand leaving your throat and allowing you to take a deep breath. You couldn’t even react before he was leaning forward to latch onto your clit. The feeling of his tongue combined with his fingers starting up again was just too much.

Knowing your body better than you sometimes, he could tell when you were about to cum. Your nails scratched against the door, your whines rose in pitch, and you began to hump against his face. You were an open book to him. He’s explored your body many times and for many hours to know exactly what made you tick.

He pulled away from your clit but his fingers didn’t stop. “Don’t you dare cum. If you do, you’ll regret it.”

You tried. You really tried so hard. And you knew he was being unfair. You both knew you weren’t going to be able to hold it.

Son of a bitch.

“I….I…c-c-can’t….I’m s-sorry…” That’s all you managed to stutter out before one more thrust of his fingers and a rub to your clit sent you over the edge. Your hands left the door to bury in his hair, trying to ground yourself.

2 rules broken within 5 seconds.

You were screwed.

You didn’t even have time to come down before his hand was back around your throat.

Pulling your face close to his, you could smell the gum he had chewed in the car along with the sponge cake he had at the small work gathering you two had attended.

His voice was calm as he spoke to you but for some reason, that made your stomach turn in anxiety.

“Go to the bedroom. Face down, ass up. I’m not done with you.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts imagines #hoseok smut #jhope smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #black representation #black reader

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mikage-rehoe · 7 months

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Candy Apple

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.7k

tw/cw: none; also Kenma and reader are both in high school.

a/n: repost from one of my old blogs—my very first Kenma fic I wrote in this hellsite (affectionate)! Been betaread by some of my old moots (especially the author of “Managing the Cat’s Den”, the amazing @/EdenXWrites (neé @/edensxgarden on Tumblr) on AO3) a few years ago. Based on a Kenma matsuri fanart by Korean HQ fanartist @/_Hemoon on X (tweet long been deleted, alongside similar fanarts of Kuroo + BokuAka; fortunately I saved the images of Kenma in a yukata before they deleted it 🥰). Tweaked it a bit coz I cringed at how I wrote it in 2020 vs how I write now. Tagging @enchantedforest-network

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“Uwaaa! So many people have come here to see the fireworks~” your sparkling eyes marveled at the bustling scene at the shrine. You and your friend/classmate decided to watch the big fireworks display at tonight’s summer festival. Honestly, it was a one-sided plan, as it was your idea to go there and you ordered him to come (much to his chagrin), so you dressed up in your yukatas and went to the nearby shrine.

“Nee, nee, Kozume-kun, how about—what are you doing?”

“Huh?” Your said classmate and friend Kozume Kenma stared at you, his smartphone on hand. Probably playing games again.

“I already told you to stop playing with your phone while we’re here!” You tried to grab his phone from his hands, but he was swift to hide it behind his back. “Just for tonight, please have fun…”

Kenma slid his phone back to his pouch.

“But I am having fun, L/N-san,” he retorted.

You shook your head. “No, no! I mean, this—,“ you raised your arms, “—kind of physical fun! I’m telling you, Kozume-kun, you’re missing a lot!”

You looked at him with determination and awe, pouting. Which, he thought, is cute. But he won’t tell you straight in the face. Not yet.

The puddinghead boy then sighed and meekly smiled. “Okay, fine, you won, L/N-san.”

“Yuss!” You did a peace sign, grinning.

The two of you walked side by side across the shrine’s stone pavement, checking on different stalls. “The fireworks display doesn’t start before seven,” you checked your phone’s time, which read 18:46. “Want to snack on something first?” you pointed at the nearest food stall situated beside a large tree.

Kenma nodded in agreement, and you two went towards it. The stall sold all kinds of candied fruits and desserts, most particularly ringo ame or candy apples. “Which one do you like—?” You noticed him looking longingly at the shiny red display, like a cat staring hungrily on its prey.

Oh yeah, he loves apples and apple pie, you chuckled to yourself while buying snacks for the both of you.

“Here, for you!” You handed him his candy apple.

Kenma hesitated for a moment before deciding to take it, his long setter fingers nearly touching your own. Even if he doesn’t show it on his face, Kenma’s golden orbs twinkled on the red and sticky dessert. “T-thanks. Here, let me pay for these—“

“Nope! Already paid for it,” you bit on your stick. The sweetness of the sugar coating complemented well with the tartness of the apple. You winked. “As compensation for bothering you yesterday about going here with me.”

He annoyingly narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you my employer?”

Five minutes till showtime, you pointed at the arching bridge across the pavement. “Hey, Kozume-kun, let’s go over there! I think that’s a perfect viewing spot.” You grabbed his wrist and walked faster. “C’mon!”

Both of you settled on your viewing spots—you leaning your arms on the wooden railing chewing on your candy apple, Kenma beside you leaning on his bottom with his stick, staring at his geta’d feet.

“Hm? Aren’t you gonna eat yours, Kozume-kun?” You glanced at him. “It’ll fall down if you keep on holding it like that.” You took another bite of your candy apple.

“Uh… yeah… I will.” He tucked some of his blonde locks on his ear and turned to you, gently touching your wrist. “Itadakimasu.”

“...hrrmph?” Your mind went blank as he leaned towards you and bit on the opposite side of your candy apple (with your teeth still attached to it). Playful cat-like eyes stared at you. Your breath hitched, your heartbeat doubled.

Kenma leaned back, a smirk formed while licking the sugar off his lips. “Gochisousama.”

DON! DON DON!

Hearing the sound of fireworks brought you back to reality. Hard.

“K-k-k-k—“ you stuttered, a full-blown blushing mess yourself. “I-IDIOT, THAT’S AN INDIRECT KISS YOU’VE MADE!!”

Puddinghead shrugged it off, taking his first bite of his own candy apple. “So what if it is? I don’t mind doing it again with you.”

“Wha—“

“I like you, Y/N. I really, really like you.”

Bonus:

“Hey, Kenma-kun, when did you take this?” You grabbed his phone and pointed at the screen. He made a candid shot of you beaming as his phone’s lock screen wallpaper.

“Shortly after our arrival at the shrine last night,” he flushed slightly as you handed him his phone back. “You were kind of amazed seeing the place back then that I secretly took a snapshot of you. You looked cute there, by the way, Y/N.” Kenma smiled at you, which made your face feel hot at your boyfriend’s action.

“Ahhhh mou~ stop teasing me, idiot! Delete it!”

“No can do.”

“Please~?!”

“No.”

“Kenma—“

“No!”

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