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[bearseungmin]

MADE WITH LOVE.

As the life you came to love starts to be torn apart, you fall at the feet of your deceitful husband—and begin wondering how you managed to fall for someone with such a distinct taste for someone like yourself.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — seungmin x gender-neutral reader GENRES — marriage! au, medical! au, horror, psychological romance, thriller, smut WARNINGS — mature content, mentions of cannibalism, victimization, marriage is falling apart, mentions of infidelity, signs of stockholm syndrome SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content & sexual situations mentioned BASED OFF OF — fresh (2022) AUTHOR’S NOTE — this was meant to be a much longer and fuller fic than what this drabble became of (because this was just the prologue), but writer’s block sucks. either way, i hope you enjoy this little spooky season piece! <3

DISCLAIMER! — not your typical love story, but also not your typical cannibal story, either. while there are no details of cannibalism and only hints, the theme of this drabble is still quite graphic, so please read (or consume) at your own discretion.

It was the way he fit into your life.

The way both of your sets of keys would lie next to one another in the bowl by the front door. The way he knew just what to order to have waiting for you at the table when you got into the restaurant. Whether it was a drink or an appetizer, maybe even the full meal—but it satisfied you. The way he could finish your sentence, even help give you that word on the tip of your tongue when you began to stutter.

Seungmin had seeped into the cracks of your life and sealed them, therefore making you whole. And although he was just one person in the world of eight billion, he accommodated you in all the ways you wished for.

What was once a short-term relationship soon became a marriage going on for multiple years by the time you blinked. Some said you married him for the money, others for the way he said you tasted—but most had no idea how truly fulfilling he was.

Seungmin was your lifeline.

Being married to him was just a plus. Sleeping beside him in the same bed night after night made you feel like you were on cloud nine. That kiss on your cheek that he pressed softly, so swiftly, on his way out the door to go to work in the mornings—it was like whipped cream on top of an already sweet dessert.

And the way he called your name—you could replay the sound in your own mind for hours until he spoke it again in a new tone and made you feel relieved.

It wasn't just in a sexual setting that it made the pit of your stomach nearly roll on itself, but the way he spoke it in everyday life. Calling your name when he couldn't find you in the house, only for his tone to soften when he did. Speaking your name when asking what you'd like to do that day, what to eat, or just what was on your mind. Even pet names couldn't suffice the eagerness in your stomach when Seungmin claimed your name on his tongue.

Was marrying the top doctor in the city a complete definition of the word luxury, or was it calling him yours?

It was his preciseness that drew you to him. No matter how many times you messed up, even the smallest mistakes, his structured and focused hands were there to pick up the pieces and glue them back together.

Seungmin had become someone you could fall apart in front of. And all he would do was hold you, cradle you to him and run his fingers through your hair while whispering gentle words of comfort to you.

Perhaps that was why, in turn, he had begun to fall apart in front of you.

You had established long ago, before you even said the words "I do", that his work was important. The work of a doctor is never done. The nights run long, days run longer, and no matter how many times you find his tired frame sprawled out on your bed in a deep sleep while still wearing his clothes—you understood just how much his work meant to him.

The same work that would leave the scent of metal forever on his fingertips from the use of the tools. The clean smell of latex, of the soap he scrubbed to his elbows before each surgery, and the lightest scent of his musk growing fainter each day.

When you first met Seungmin, the man was so well put together. He spoke full sentences no matter how little he had to say, watched you with his hungry eyes, and beamed his million dollar smile.

But as those dark circles under his eyes settled in for good, you found that the stamp along each of his certificates weren't official—nor was he.

Kim Seungmin wasn't a top doctor in the city you lived in. He wasn't even an official doctor at all. The hospital he worked at didn't even know his name. The man that smiled at you hundreds of times had been lying about your entire life, the one he threaded together so perfectly until you only spoke his words and were attentive to only him.

The first mistake he had ever made was leaving the wrong set of keys in the bowl by the front door. Ones with only two keys: an extra to his car, and an unfamiliar house key.

The second mistake he made was admitting he had already eaten one morning when he returned home from work. Claiming that he was full, had already grabbed a bite so he could come home and rest—even though he knew you always made breakfast.

What would normally appear as a man having an affair was accumulating into something larger. A letter sent to your home with no return address, opened by your own fingers and read by your own eyes. A custom-made label stamped at the bottom of the letter, and signed by a familiar signature—one of the man you love.

Seungmin's final mistake was mixing business with his love-life. Of using your innocence, your trust against you.

"Something told me—" You turned around at his voice, finding those same eyes you fell for turning colder and colder by the second. "—you had found out the truth."

The letter was blank. Only paired with a small, thick piece of paper with your name labeled on it along with today's date. The same label you place on food to show when it was made, to assure you eat it before it expires.

"I guess I should tell you about my work." Seungmin spoke in a monotone voice, like it could be carried to your ears by the air in the room with ease and still not give you a single reaction. "Then maybe you'll understand. Then maybe—"

Kim Seungmin, the liar you once loved. Now the killer.

"You'll know just where you're going."

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[bearseungmin]

[ rub me the right way. ] — you make a quiet wish for your sex life to be more out of the box, unaware than chan -- intrigued and listening, can grant that very request.

rating: mature! pairing: genie! chan x gender-neutral! reader genre: genie! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.3k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, unprotected intercourse, sex with a stranger, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink, penetration, doggy-style, choking, creampie A/N: title proudly given to me by the legend @ohmysparkle​ please go give her some love she’s really funny and hot and a brilliant writer ok enjoy do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

"What's it like to cum more than once?"

His eyes had found you, pupils following your walking form as you clutched your fingers into your palm.

"How does everyone manage to sleep with someone and not have strings pulling them back to each other?"

The sunset found his form, shadow on the ground standing and walking along his own path. Light finding where his outfit shined, it only gave himself away in the way he wanted.

"Where can I find someone to fuck my brains out?"

You had only seen him for a split second, but the reflected lights off the golden chains of his jeans were still in your sight as you walked. Speckles, like small beams of light moving and following you, it was too obvious.

"What are the odds that you met me?"

Cocky, the attractive man closed the gap between you. He was noticeable, too pleasing to the eye as his boots stepped in your direction. For what you knew, the man had come from thin air considering the road you walked on was uninhabited by anyone except yourself just moments ago.

"What's that mean?" Your question lingered in the air for a shorter amount of time than the smirk on his lips.

"Care to find out?"

Your back was against the cool wall in a matter of minutes, the display of curiosity only making your nerves spike. A stranger, no strings, and a seemingly perfect concept.

"Name's Chan, and you get three wishes from me." The man sparkled in the sunlight, too. Bright eyes, short locks moving in the gentle wind, and glistening sparkles floating from the tips of his fingers like a magic show.

The genie knew to choose what he liked, to pester his own interests, and to critique until he would enjoy himself while granting wishes for others.

And enjoyment was taking your wrist, pressing it against the wall and holding it above your head. His luscious lips felt smooth, his breath minty, and his natural scent thick in your nose. Chan's own breathing stuttered at the feeling of your skin—at every inch he lifted your shirt higher—and held it inside his lungs for as long as he could when you paused the kiss to pull it over and off of you.

"Three." He reminded you of what he could give, the man smirking into the reconnecting kiss as your fingers trailed across his broad shoulders.

"Isn't fucking considered one of them?"

He chose you, allowed you to see him.

"Concurrence. This is out of my own implementation."

You breathed out heavily, his hand finally releasing the tight grip on your wrist as he pulled you in the direction towards your bed like he knew the place.

"Make one." His tone was like a growl, the light pressure of a push placing your back onto the soft mattress of your bed. "Only one for now."

"Kiss me."

His brows creased, unbelieving the request. The sparkles of his fingertips swirled, your lips suddenly smudged by his own. Hot tongue lapping against yours, feverish motions, and a string of saliva connected your mouths until he pulled back.

"What an impish wish." He sighed, blinking down at you as his arms tightened and held himself up above you.

"What would you wish for at this moment?" Your voice was gentle, legitimate. And not at all ready for his response.

The sparkles flew around his fingers for a split second before you noticed the remaining clothing on your forms were gone, folded neatly on the table beside your bed. Your eyes followed him, his naked form almost more glorious than the being, himself.

His hand wrapped around his own length, placing the tip of his cock against you while creating circles. A hushed breath from you made him smirk, his eyes peering between the contorted features of your face and his length creating patterns against you. In a single motion, your wetness added to by his saliva spit into his palm and spilt around his cock, he dipped into you for a moment. One small thrust to listen to you grunt, another to go in halfway, and a third to be inside of you to the hilt.

You shivered, noises flying from your mouth as you pressed your flush face into the crook of his neck. Fullness, the man reaching your end so easily, and you were cumming from the penetration alone.

"I would wish to be like this with you, now." His voice was dark in your ear, your fingers clenching at the covers of your bed for support.

He only sat still, his lips pressing into your neck to give you time to adjust to his size. Much larger than natural, the man—Chan was more than expectations could make of him.

"One wish left." He hummed, huffing as his cock twitched within your tight walls.

"O-One?" You winced at the number, a remaining wish to get what you want before your "no-strings-attached" principal would leave you for good.

"Your request for me to make a wish was considered a wish by you." He laughed softly, the padding of his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he awaited the last wish to fall from above it.

"Finish me off as hard as you want to."

Your words were like fire to his loins. Chan hummed in response, your body turned and forced deeper into the mesh of the mattress by his weight as you moaned. Still deep within you, the wetness helped him spin inside of you until you were fully turned over, the motion enough to send you close to the edge again.

"So easy, this one." His words were halted by his teeth biting at his lips, focus in his eyes from your short glimpse back at him over your shoulder. A hard hand pushed at your skull, turning your face back to the bed and pressing it into the softness of your covers. "So easy—" He pulled from you, every inch leaving you feeling like a thrust in itself from his girth. "—to fuck you senseless."

Your words, returned to you.

"I'm gonna—" You winced at his head pressing at your entrance, twitched and twisted at the sudden emptiness still forcing you to cum. "—Chan!"

Your body gave itself an orgasm from the memory of his cock being in you seconds before, the sounds of slick liquid squelching in the room as he refilled you to the brim once more.

"To make you cum more than once." He growled, pulling and pounding into you in the same pace of each word. "How has no one done this to you before? Hmm?"

"P-Please!—make me, again?" Throat dry, tears falling from your ducts, and his hand enclosing on your throat. The smallest amount of pressure applied to the sides, a short cut from your oxygen supply, and his words were what finally broke the hardest orgasm you have had before.

"So easy—" He grunted, body tightening as he only fucked you rougher. "—to use you to make me cum, too."

His release filled you up almost as much as his cock, pulling from you as he sighed and fell to your side. Chest heaving, body bright and shining with sweat, Chan appeared just as fucked-out as you.

"You stole my second wish." A whine, you turned to face him as your body pulsed from the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms. "I want it back."

He had taken your outward thoughts and used them against you to please you, and oddly himself at the same time.

"If I gave it back to you—" His eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile worn on his face. "What would you wish?"

"That we could do this again."

He said nothing, the golden sparkles around his fingers saying all that needed to be said.

"Wish granted."

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[bearseungmin]

[ heard but unseen. ] — hyunjin wonders what use a mirror is to his vampire form until he gets you before it and sees the delectable synopsis that could fulfill his craving.

rating: mature! pairing: vampire! hyunjin x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: smut, supernatural word count: 1.2k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, sensory deprivation, mirror kink, hair-pulling, mentions of masturbation, drooling, unsafe sex, creampie A/N: this idea came to me from the joke “how many vampires do you think have been backed over because they couldn’t be seen in the rear-view mirrors?” enjoy! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

An aggrivational expression on his face, Hyunjin's forehead had never been so tense. The man had wandered up and down the halls of his home for weeks, awaiting the moonlight to seep through the thin cracks of the thick curtains to come and find you.

But it was you that found him first, his long form stood still with his index finger rubbing across his plump, bottom lip.

"You seem bothered." Your voice didn't cater to his lost but focused state, his brow only lifting in response.

"I've never made use of this mirror." He chimed, opposite hand finding your shoulder to pull you into his side.

The golden-framed piece was too large to set on furniture, too heavy and timid. It was meant to be drilled into its original vanity, one that had been lost long before you even knew Hyunjin's kind existed. It only leaned up against the wall like an art piece created so long ago, dust concealing the top around the designed swirls in the frame.

His perception confused you, eyes finding only your own in the reflection. An undead man had no use of such an object, the smirk forming on his lips completely out of your sight from where you stood.

Head falling against your own, dragging down to your shoulder to press a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and one lasting peck to your temple.

"Until now."

It was obvious where his mind had disappeared to. Why he had been so drawn to the reflective glass in the golden frame. It wasn't that he could see himself, it was that he could only see you. Like a mosaic painting only he would witness during his walk of the museum.

Your hair moved backward, pressed behind your ear by his long fingers. A new display of skin he searched for, his lips enclosed on the lobe of your ear as he took in a deep breath of your scent.

"Would you care to make use of it with me?" A sharp point of the long canine hardly caught your warm skin before he pulled away, finally taking in your eyes shining back at him.

"What else would I do tonight?" Your response was sarcastic, it only made the corners of his lips thin into a wicked smile.

Usually it was only your breathing reacting to his actions, but as he slipped down to his knees dragging his hands down your form as he went, it was his panting filling the room.

Intimacy was proven each time he roamed your skin, pulled fabric from your limbs. Top over your head, bottoms yanked to the floor to droop around your feet. His tongue wasn't even hot like the natural person, but he still ravished you like a last meal.

Blonde locks floating past his shoulders, threaded through your fingers and gently tugged in tandem with the twirls of his muscle, your moans finally caught up to his heavy breathing.

"Cravings, they do things to the mind." Hyunjin always had a way of explaining himself, even in the midst of his heated display.

When the man fell most hungry, the thickened red liquid undrinkable unless optionless, you were his fix. Hefty pumps or kitten licks closing him in on his next high, his deadened body still able to feel certain feelings in due time.

"Then why are you being so gentle?" Voice like water against his rocks, the man's strong pull at your hips caused you to catch his sight.

Large eyes blown in proportion to your own, lips swelling by the minute, milky skin speckled with youth to mask himself as more human; Hyunjin begged you.

"Allow me to do more then."

And his predominated thought was returned to his mind, muscles tensing with his motions. Hands around your waist as he spun completely, he fell behind you. human senses at their peak from the loss of one—sight—you maneuvered towards the true potential.

No one stood behind you in the reflection, and yet you felt his cold form pressing into your nearly nude body. His fingertips collided with the bands of your underwear, tugging, yanking, kicking them away until they were on the floor inches from you. His lips found the skin of your neck a second time, licking and biting, but never leaving a real mark. Your blood rushed to the exposed spaces, focused in on where he brought pressure, and filled his nose with his second favorite scent of all.

Even in the dark of night, you knew he could find you. Candles lit, dimmed bulbs flickering from age on the walls, and Hyunjin pulling you into his front whilst you both fell to the floor.

Your legs opened wider in the reflection, a single person staring back at you. The skin of your thighs moved with his fingertips, changed colors with his rough hand enveloping the skin to watch it react, and returned to its natural color as he turned his attention elsewhere.

Your lower-half was at the hottest temperature of your entire body, small gestures of his cold breath making you break with goosebumps. He found you, wet from the arousal he gave you and the rushing visual of what he looked like behind you. Two fingers toyed with you, slowly making circles. More wetness, his panting louder than the squelches in your ear, and the hard poke of his cock against your ass.

"If you don't—" You began, smirking to yourself in the mirror because you knew he could see you. "—you'll never see yourself again."

A well-made point to his already stated hypothesis. His hand hardly brushed against his throbbing self before it was tugged from below his button and zipper, placed at your entrance to witness magic at its finest.

Your back curved against him, hole swelled from his tip, and your body took him with a single thrust. Warmed up, pleading and merciless to his craving to release the pressure of hunger in his chest, he saw exactly what he hoped to.

In his perspective, it looked as if you were masturbating with an invisible object. Head thrown back, mouth agape, his name spilling from your lips with a slight bit of drool: he was enjoying this sight more than anything he had seen before, because it was you.

"Look at that." His voice was sing-songy, hand moving into your peripheral as he pointed your own form out in the mirror. "You take me so well."

He could see himself slip out of you, and you could feel him press back in. Eyes heavy from the pleasure, it almost seemed as if he wanted the show to himself now. Hard thrusts paired with heavy thumps of your beating heart against his chest, he smiled harder than he ever had before.

"Almost feels like it's mine again."

You didn't need to see him in the reflection of the history-riddled piece, you could feel his cold cheek closing in on yours. The heat of your body mixed with the intense chill of his brought an exchange of liquids to rush from both of you, hefty breaths and laughter the only sound in the open space.

"Settled?" You asked, voice hoarse but fulfilled.

"Of all the mirrors—" He grinned. "I knew I'd need to keep this one around for a special day like today."

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[bearseungmin]

[ observational. ] — seungmin always had a way of making you fascinated with his mind. but becoming his own, personal test subject lets you see a whole new side to the mad man, himself.

rating: mature! pairing: scientist/doctor! seungmin x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: mad scientist! au, smut, supernatural word count: 2k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, sensation play, body worshiping, edging, power exchange, "sir" kink, fingering, use of sex toys, use of medical equipment A/N: here’s a 10/10 concept ignited by the wonderful @ohmysparkle​ please go thank her do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

You had known the day would come. The pages of consent forms, the list of experimental tests, scribbled drawings of the tools that would be used. But it was his face that was the most beguiling to the situation, Seungmin's chin resting between the gouge of his index finger and thumb while he studied your expressions.

The man had degree after degree, trophies from winning contests and competitions; he was considered one of the best doctors and scientists in the country. Charming, full of wit, and smarter than the devil and its tongue. He had everyone so fooled, the disheveled man behind closed doors much more centralized on his real desire for the research. To learn of the human body, what makes it tick and tock. And most importantly, what could make you shiver out an orgasm in the process.

"Tell me something." You admired the way his eyes always blinked at your voice, glazed with extra lubrication to help him stare at you for longer. The ink pen in your hands halted with your voice, a clear depiction of his jaw pressing down on his tongue making you smirk. "How long have you been waiting for me to do this?"

His hands shook, fingers clasping together to hide what was already seen. Dinners, dates, shallow-toned hang-outs to hear about one another's day: people were convinced the two of you were in love. Seungmin always chose you over the others that offered themselves up to science, but you never acknowledged the idea of knowing one another on a personal level.

"The day you walked into my office. Soft eyes, gittery voice, asking too many questions about my work." He leered forward, the smirk plain on his face like an accessory. "Look how far you've come."

His referral was to your assessment, for him to have a meeting that allows you to take in what he studies. Everyone on the campus had some type of crush on the man, he was too engrossing to ignore. Pictures all around, his name on everyone's tongue; the universe was begging for a perfect subject like you to flutter at his feet. For science.

"I don't do any of those things anymore." You collided the ink to the page, the remaining line now marked with your signature to give yourself fully over to the doctor. "We're past the honeymoon stage, Sir."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, dry tongue lapping at his bottom lip as his hands rose and collected the pages into a neat pile. He didn't need to look over the contents, skim the personal questions answered in the forms, or even ask you things aloud. Seungmin knew just what you came for, who you worked for, and that you knew what would happen.

"Now then," he stood, his body a tower in the small office connected by a single door-frame to his lab. "Follow me."

The swinging doors engulfed you, structured form standing mighty as you stopped behind him. It was there, the famous examination table. Cold metal paired with less chilly, smooth fabric over the now indented foam inside: the iconic space was now holding you liable for your own decisions. Ice temperature bringing more chills to your skin than the man could, you took in the dim room lit by one, swaying lamp overhead like you stood within a dream and not your own reality.

"Clothes can be neatly folded and sat on the counter." His voice was small behind you, velvet tone making you only nod in response. "Remember to speak."

One of the top rules: no matter what he says, you must respond. It's a matter of comfort and audit. So that he knows you're still with him, not second guessing or losing yourself inside his work.

"Yes." Your hummed response made his lips twitch, eyes now on the tools in front of him as he stood before the same counter.

You fell behind a long curtain strung up in the corner for privacy—as if you weren't about to be observed, pieces of cloth leaving your body until you were bare and vulnerable. The air seemed to thin as you made the short journey over to the examining table, fingers pressing around the cold, metal stirrups as you tried to configure the best way to the actual table section. A worried expression on your face, it went unseen but felt by the doctor.

"Oh—" You heard him nearly sigh, his warm figure pressing into your side as he urged the braces down for you to climb up. "Pardon that. I thought I had put them down already."

Even in such a hallowed moment, the man was still fresh to the world. Knowledge was his skill, people-skills becoming a new lesson each day.

"There, now." The touch of his hand on your lower back made a breath leap from you, eyes blinking slowly as your form moved to the table to sit. Short strength applied to push you to the seat, the extent of his hand maneuvered around your waist before stopping at your hip bone and leaving you. "Ahh—sorry."

Another rule he had formed for himself, touching comes later. But he seemed so in the moment, your eyes locking and enrapt until he finally spun on his heels back towards the tray of tools.

Pulling the plate forward, the metal scraped against the suave countertop until it met the small, rolling cart. His form hopped in the soft office chair turned into his seat, rolling it and the cart in the direction of the examination table you sat upon.

"Something easy, first." A third rule within the list, you had a choice of what happens before the initial experiment list begins.

"Vibrator." So monotone, Seungmin's fingers lifted the small, bullet vibrator to be direct with your line of sight. The gasp leaving your lips muffled by the sudden cry that followed his cold fingers pulling at your ankle.

He lifted the stirrups, raising them to the level of where your ankles swung in a comfortable way. Colder metal than the rest wrapped around the duration of your legs, the joints running stiff from the solid bands.

"This alright?" Again, his soft voice only leered you to nod until you remembered the rule.

"Yes. That's fine." You were breathless already, his smirk faint.

"Then let's begin." The pad of his thumb clicked on the sex toy without giving you a second to think, a sudden but pleasurable movement occuring against the skin of your lower stomach.

"W-What?" Your confusion only made him laugh, hysterical at the idea that you forgot—even for a second—who he was. The man held the vibrator in one hand and a pen in the other. Multitasking, he was truly the best at almost everything.

You couldn't see his notes, but you could feel your body reacting significantly to such a meager object. Chills ran across your skin, so visible to the naked eyes that anyone a mile away could see you becoming eradicated.

The pen moved just as fast as he did, odd circles drawn with the vibrator until it delved between your already shaking thighs and met where you wanted it to be most. Head thrown back by the impact, your eyes shut just in time to only catch the sound of the pen falling from his grasp and smacking down onto the notebook.

Pupils dilated as you peeled them open to find the sound, Seungmin's hand swerved to find the writing utensil in a panic, his eyes only leaving your body for a split second.

"Return." He huffed, mainly at himself. The word came across as a command to you, your legs jolting in the hold of the stirrups as a loud clunk echoed inside the room. "R-Relax."

His eyes had captured something as he twisted the pleasurable toy right around a sensitive spot, body bending forward. It was a slight change in your veins along your arms slowly matching them all below your skin, how they changed to a darker color as blood pumped through your body faster. A natural response to a sexual activity, blood moving swiftly while releasing adrenaline.

Your mind was almost at a high in this state, watching Seungmin's tongue slip between his lips to wet their dryness before his front teeth clamped down on them. An appearance of a man holding himself back; even he was shaking now.

Your sight turned white until it was almost blinding, hands reaching for anything sturdy to hold onto like you'd fall from the same table that securely held you. An orgasm ripping through every limb, your thighs shaking around his wrist, wetness escaping your body until it coated three of his fingers.

Your response was just what he worked towards. What he praised and witnessed with glee as his pen scribbled something until it grew loose from his hand a second time. The thunk onto the page didn't bother you, the vibrator in his hold making a louder noise as it dropped from between your legs and broke on the tile flooring. Sounds of fast vibrations stopped in the room, only the sounds of your coordinated, heavy pants now moved in the air.

"That's it." He whispered, eyes almost the size of quarters. He was never one for speaking his thoughts aloud, but his tongue just couldn't hold it in. "I love seeing you like this."

Seungmin had at one point lifted from his rolling chair, the seat now a few inches back from his calves and up against the wooden cabinets of the counter. His chest puffed, eyes enlarged, veins visible in his face, and the final motion he made set off a spark in your chest.

His hand slipped down, the sopping, dripping release of your orgasm still on his fingers. He did it so slowly, the pads of two encircling your entrance. Teasing, his eyes met yours as a small "Yes." broke from your vocal cords. Your own wetness was used as lube, mouth gaping open as he pushed the two digits into you. Knuckle by knuckle, he didn't stop until he felt you clench around them.

"N-Not—" Your voice sounded tired already, sensitive to his nearly drooling attentiveness to how naturally wet you felt from within. "—taking notes anymore, Doc?"

You knew how to push his buttons. How he hates questions, hates responding to them even more, but mainly how much he hates you questioning him.

"Mental." Both fingers left you, plunging back in as you cried out a gasping sound. "Taker." He repeated the fingering motions, your legs convulsing with every push and word he spoke as if he were playing you like an instrument. "I guess."

A second orgasm ripped through you, his initial process to get you warmed up now thrown out the window. The removal of his fingers made your entire form twitch, the sudden emptiness after all the actions bringing a pout to your lips.

"Don't get short with me now." Even anger boiling in you couldn't be met with the kindness of his evil smile, the tense lines in your forehead diminishing.

The man had you on every string necessary. None of the tools on his tray he planned to use that night could pull the orgasm from you like his own body could. Metal, silver, big or small, sharp or dull, not even the array of sex toys thrown in enticed you. The faint sound of a cart rolling in, sticky tabs stuck onto your skin, beeps of a heart monitor—something to scientifically track what was coming next: evidence was always necessary to learn about anatomy and physiology.

"So-" You mocked his smirk, knowing well that you had your own, last string to pull from within the guidelines of your signed contract. "What tool is next?"

"Preference?" He was wicked in all ways more than just one. Indefinable, mad and deranged. He knew just what you had come in for, and he knew you'd get it. But, for science, he'd just have to record it all.

"You."

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[bearseungmin]

[ hindsight. ] — late at night you hear the whines of your personal familiar, and felix is more than inviting for you to give him what he needs.

rating: mature! pairing: cat familiar! felix x witch/warlock! gender-neutral! reader genre: familiar! au, shape-shifter/hybrid! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, power exchange, thigh-riding, sub tendencies! felix, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, lubrication, use of sex toys (dildo), doubled pleasure do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

His abs tensed and released, the lumps of muscle not changing shape despite his heavy panting. Bright eyes like bulbs in the dark room, the welcoming light of the moon through the curtains helped you see the sweat running in beads down his body. His canines hardly poked out from between his plump lips, ears twitching at you rising from your sleeping position to take him in.

"F-Felix?" Groggy, sight hardly there—you could still hear his whimpers.

The lightest sound, pained and wanting. Felix had always come to you for what he needs, it was part of his position. Protect you, assist you, and in return: you provide him with whatever he needs.

His hands reached out first, fingers separated and veins evident beneath his skin. Furrowed brows didn't halt your curiosity as the familiar climbed his way up your bed, body shaking and barely holding himself up above you as your eyes aligned.

"I-I need help." Small drops of sweat fell from his blonde locks, his blown pupils in the dim light of darkness slowly turning morning making you unable to resist him. "To be—" His hesitation made you blink slowly, hand barely pressing into his bare chest to push him sideways and down onto the opposite side of the bed. "—filled with you."

He always tailored to you. Helped heal your cuts, stayed by your side during hard battles, and even sensed when you wanted someone to make you feel less alone in the dead of night when your mind ran rampant and thighs clenched.

And it was his turn to be the one pressing his head back into the pillow, holding tightly onto whatever is around, and rushing to an orgasm he had been begging for all night.

Skin blaring with heat, his half-naked body was already flushed with sweat like he had been attempting to get himself off. Dry-handed, whimpers falling off his lips—the visual alone gave you the confidence to make the first move.

"Filled by me?"

His head nodded frantically, but you were already too focused on hearing him respond in a louder way.

Your lips pressed against the smooth skin of his collarbone, teeth hardly pinching at the skin before his waist was lifting from the mattress. A hard grunt, his cock throbbed in his boxers against your thigh as he rocked up for friction. Pleading silently, Felix wasn't always one for words when his head was so fuzzy.

"Are you sure about that?"

More frantic nods, and the sensation of heat suddenly pooling between his legs. The man had cum from your voice talking to him, from your thigh giving the smallest touches to where he had been rubbing himself for so long. A huff, Felix's head was thrown back as the stain soaked through the thin fabric.

"I-I—" His fingers clenched at your shirt, grip focused on your shoulder as he shivered through his first orgasm.

The only texture similar to that of the cum rushing from his cock was the lube leaking from the bottle onto your fingers. His hands were quick to pull the bottoms from him, the chills taking place on his now bare skin making your tongue twist between your lips.

"Pl-Please." He asked so nicely, eyes blinking up at you half-lidded as he fought through the relief of the sudden orgasm in order to receive another one in a matter of time.

Your fingers were so slick with the lube that lines separated and hung with the motions you created. Felix’s tongue panted at the sight of what would slick his hole, the image enough to make him reel back and let out a low whine.

His deep voice croaked, a single word on his tongue making you realize just how needy your familiar had become for you. "Now."

His legs bent at the knees, separated and allowing you to press a single digit into him. One became two, two became gentle pumps, and by the third—he was cumming again.

A white release gliding onto his thigh as his entire form twitched, his lips fluttered with your name in broken letters. "M-More."

You had taunted him long enough, the long dildo pulled from a drawer layered with the same lube now within him. A slight curve to the toy, Felix's gaze shifted between you and the object as you pushed the tip into him slowly.

"F-Fuck—" Felix never cursed, becoming fully penetrated within seconds by the toy enough to let the word slip.

The swivels of the toy had him seeing stars, your sight of his eyes shutting tight and cheeks turning red from pleasure enough to have arousal growing in your own gut. It was enough to make anyone watch closely, listen to his hiccups of words and language, and most assured, lick at him when he was too deep in.

"Felix—" You called softly, his eyes pulsing with his heartbeat as his final release was closing in.

A single iris came into sight, dark and blinking with every heavy thrust of the toy into his tight walls. "Y-Yes?" It was a sigh of relief to watch your thighs rubbing against one another.

Still, with every natural instinct in his veins to care for you—even with himself so far lost in the pleasure you gave him—Felix knew what you wanted, too. His hands barely pulled at your legs, a deep breath in as you sunk down onto his own length.

Penetration, the toy hitting the spot that made darkness fall over him and his words run silent—that made his release rush through his cock until it was deep within you. A frantic lift of his hips, two strong thrusts and his fingers playing with more sensitive spots—the two of you came hard, back to back.

"I was going to say—" You smiled down at him, his flushed skin pale where your hands pressed into him for support. You felt him throb inside of you, his cum leaking out and mixing with the lube around the toy. "Me next."

"I knew what you needed."

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[bearseungmin]

[ a new direction. ] — your enthrallingly lewd roommate is tired of watching you touch yourself every night and decides to take control. only thing is: changbin can’t actually touch you.

rating: mature! pairing: incubus! changbin x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: incubus! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.3k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, somnophilia, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, lots of dirty talking, fingering, short-hand ending do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

The sounds of your moans were hollow, tired hands moving across your warm skin for the fourth night in a row. It wasn’t that you purposely meant for your roommate to hear, it was just that Changbin’s senses were much stronger than you believed them to be.

His skin would prick with chills, ears would focus in on your swallowed sounds from down the hall, and his hand would slip across his taut stomach to find himself growing needy within his underwear. Eyes speckled with intensity and pupil’s dilated, the man’s hunch for your loneliness became spot on from the following sound of your sighs.

Night after night, your back against the mattress, and nothing but coldness all around your heated form. Changbin’s nose could smell you from down the hall, the growing arousal in the pit of your stomach recreating a fire in his own. It was only his natural instinct to want more, to pleasure the unpleasured until fulfilled—but he couldn’t bring himself to go any further.

Power strong, your hand finding yourself was enough to make him leap to the edge of his own bed until you heard the hardwood flooring creak under his feet from the force. Movements halted, breathing unsteady, his power brought him to see you too clearly.

“Changbin—” Your body shivered at the sound of his stout breathing in your ears like he was right beside you.

You had heard it once, only once before. Passing his room on a late night, his panting increasing as you passed. Had you known it was you he was getting off to, your pheromones making him lose himself and release from your scent in his nostrils alone, this moment before you would be a little more astounding.

“Why do you keep trying?” He growled, throat dry from his hard breathing. “There isn’t anything else you could do to yourself to make yourself cum as hard as you need to.”

It had been rather hard for your roommate to ignore the fact that you never had sexual partners over, never gave yourself the pleasure to relax and release. It was in his genetic makeup to swell with every infatuated state you created for yourself, for him to want to fill you up and give you what you want. The incubus man was directly affected by you in all ways, but it was his chance to return the perception.

“Why do you pretend to ignore me?” Your sudden question was an insight on how much you—actually—pay attention, but the man could only chuckle in response.

“Because you’re too easy to enjoy.” His snicker made your fingers twitch, sensitive to his voice playing in your ears as if you were wearing earbuds and listening to a recording. “And too much fun to fuck with.”

Changbin had long enjoyed you, the erratic sounds of the wetness created by your body enough to have him releasing his own juices to mimic the sensation. But the feeling of your hand skimming over your skin, a numbness to the nerves, and the very same wetness soaking your fingertips—it made him feel wild.

Your heat could be felt by his fire-lit skin no matter how much of a distance was between you, his breathing growing erratic in your ears before a solid, sucked-in breath told you he had wrapped his palm around his hardened cock. His opposite hand twitched, more dominant than the other and veering to contribute to your own sexual desires at the same time as his own. Even with implied rules, he still had work-arounds.

He had control of you, and your hand was no longer your own. The distraction of the man’s deep voice and breathless groans in your ears had taken your attention for as long as it took him to leave himself and find you, and more so—gain control of an entire limb.

“Oh—” The word was another sigh, but a content one. “Why haven’t you done this before?”

“You have no knowledge of my kind enough, do you?” The sentence was snarky, but Changbin was telling the truth. “Consent has to be made, even for us from the underworld, baby.”

Your fingertips moved slowly, pressing deep prints into your most sensitive bits before finding where you throbbed and begged to be filled. It was the instilled breath in your ears, the hard thumping of your own heartbeat, and the sensation of taking two knuckles in that made your back arch into your mattress.

“How long have you wanted to feel this?”

Even from multiple feet away, you could see the smirk on Changbin’s lips. The one-sided lift, sharp teeth shining between the plump border, and a gentle suck between the gaps for oxygen to fill his lungs. Tight chest puffed, nostrils flared, strong arms tense, and hair matted against his sweaty forehead—with your eyes shut, you could see him perfectly. Imagery brought him to your mind—for you to see him and him to see you through his powers. His eyes were brighter than usual as he blinked, tongue panting from between his smirking smile as he watched you writhing from his controlled motions. His pre-licked palm gave him friction that had his lower body jolting every time it went up and down his own length, unsteady groans in your ears.

“Feel my fingers inside of you, fucking you like this?” Although they were your own, there was a tightness around the imaginary thick fingers of your roommates.

“Please—” You were breathless, watching him only enjoy what was playing out. You could even smell his cologne in your nose, the light shampoo washed and rinsed through his locks, and the heavy musk of a man losing himself to natural reactions.

“Please?” Your fingers moved, pressing in deeper until you felt them bunch and curl. A loud whine left from your mouth, your opposite hand held against the soft mattress with a force and unable to catch the sound from bouncing around the room.

Repeated actions, and your body was shaking towards one of the hardest orgasms you had yet to have before. Such a small motion for such a large response, Changbin’s eyes shut in tandem with your release coating his fingers from afar; all at the same time that he let go of himself without an orgasm.

A growing smile on his face, your eyes shut tight before opening wide to find the man through blurred vision; to see his skin nearly glowing with enjoyment. His fingers rose into the air, and what should be strings of your orgasm and the remaining saliva he had licked on them falling down towards his palm was nothing but bone dry skin. The scent of sex in the air, his shirtless torso swelled with another deep breath as he leveled his head with yours and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“How long have you waited for that?” You knew what Changbin was before he even mentioned it. It was wrong to admit you didn’t think he wouldn't not notice the growing desire in your gut, your paired roommates' sexual ways arousing you from the start.

“That depends on what you do next.”

Your eyes shut for a blink, the man’s heavy form hovering over you removed in an instant until all of your senses could no longer pick him up. Tired lids allowing your sight to see around you, the blankets over your form made your brows crease in confusion until the knob of your bedroom door jiggled and opened.

“Have a nice dream?” Changbin asked, a wicked look on his face and a perfectly noticeable form of his boner in his sweatpants throbbing. “I can only do so much—” Your sleeping form had been pleasured, but your awakened frame still shivered at the idea of him finishing what he started. “—but I think it could be worth your while.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

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[bearseungmin]

[ stuck in the moment. ] — with jisung's heat beginning in the midst of a movie premiere date, you're left to care for him however you can. but with sweat and scents in the air, the task becomes a little more difficult than either of you could have anticipated.

rating: mature! pairing: werewolf! jisung x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: werewolf! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.2k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, public sex (exhibitionism), self-lubrication, handjob, mentions of blood do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

The crowd had forced you to collide, a soft scent of your hair in his nostrils adding to the sweat on the back of his neck. Horror movie night, the full-house sounded louder in his ears as his fingers tightened between yours.

"I don't need to remind you that we can leave at any time, right?" You claimed in his ear, your voice already beginning to settle the chills forming on his skin.

"It's alright. We've been waiting months for this movie premiere."

"But tonight—"

His voice was the calmest it had been, not a single shake or shudder heard from the warm blow of his breath against the shell of your ear. "I know what today is."

You had watched the sun set in the brushes of yellow, orange, and red as you pushed through the doors along the lines for tickets. Saw purple and pink take over the rays along the patterned carpet from the floor to ceiling windows as you gathered snacks. And once darkness had taken over outside, stars igniting small beams that your eyes could no longer see from inside, you both took your side-by-side seats in the packed theater.

Even with the trailers of other films playing to gather your attention to the screen, you caught Jisung's nose flaring in your peripheral vision. You watched him tilt his head back and suck in a deep breath before his chest stuttered, releasing the same breath. His eyes reopened in tandem with his blown pupils matching your own, his panting tongue poking from between his lips.

"Why did you wear that scent?" His voice was low, low enough for only you to hear as everyone around lightly chattered.

"I didn't put on anything." Your head tilted to the side, brow raised at him mimicking the same motion to breathe you in, only closer.

"Then it is just my senses."

His senses: the ones blown out of proportion. Strong and bewildered, he could smell the arousal growing between your legs even if you were miles from him. He could catch anything you did, an animalistic instinct—his natural time occurring; a heat forming in his body.

He released a huff, a growl at the very last bit. The popcorn bowl in his lap couldn't cover the heavy scents in his nose, and was just enough pressure to his cock to make him bite down on his bottom lip.

You knew before you left what was bound to happen. Midnight was upon the two of you then, his form growing thicker beneath his clothing. Even with baggy fabric, you could still see him growing. His chest was tighter, arms taunt like he had been working out all day, veins more noticeable under his skin, and most of all: the hardness of his boner through his sweats.

The eruption of the speakers telling of the theater rules was enough to jolt you in your seat, eyes once fixed on the lower-half of the man now finding yourself shivering in your own seat. Dimming lights made your breathing stutter, everyone quieting down but the blaring of the movie beginning recovering the heavy pants of Jisung beside you.

He was fighting it, you knew. The first hours where his instincts to fuck are the most important, where his head puts him and what he wants to do with the dirty thoughts. All of that building up as the movie clocked on. Ten minutes in, his hand moving to your thigh to give it a squeeze—he was breaking.

"P-Please. I thought I could—"

"I know." Your whisper was just enough for him to feel the heat of your breath against the skin of his neck, his front teeth biting into his bottom lip nearly drawing blood from the force alone.

"Do something." It wasn't something you could just let boil over, the man beside you was only dealing with what he was made to do. Create more of himself, dog-like instincts aren't dismissible.

His words; a demand.

From anyone else's eyes, you were merely dipping your hand into the popcorn bowl. Surging through the snacks for something specific, no one had paid enough attention to what you had poured in prior. It was a safety tactic—the bowl in his lap—that would now be your savior as your fingers undid the bow-tied strings of his sweats.

You could already feel the heat coming off his skin, like your own personal heater on the cold night and even colder theater. But as your hand pressed inside his boxers, ushered towards his rock hard cock, and took hold of where he needed to be touched most—you felt the fire of his passionate time of the year.

His need, the frustration in his brow, and the breaths rushing from between his plump lips every time your hand made it to the base of him. Light touches to get him started, to not force him to act upon whatever dirty thoughts were playing in his mind out of his own accord. His jaw clenched, the width of your wrist being enclosed by his hand.

A climax in the movie already, minutes passed for you like seconds—but for Jisung, the poor boy would suffer minutes like weeks until he could finally push himself into you and fuck you into oblivion.

He needed it—so badly. But from this stance, his hand holding tightly around your wrist, he only had to make use of you from what he could touch in such a risky space.

The smallest jolt added to your wrist, enough to make your hand hold tighter out of surprise, and Jisung began to shake.

The first touch to him—when his sensitivity is on high—anything could make him cum.

But your hand, the lines in your palm oh so familiar to him, was enough to have him leaking precum onto your fingers as you continued to go up and down his shaft.

The roughness, a dry handjob making him leak arousal and add to the motions. He gave himself lube, his abdomen sucking in from the feeling of your hand taking what he gave you and using it to your advantage. A slight sound to getting him off now, the popcorn rustled in the bowl to dismiss any wondering eyes of curiosity to the noisy situation.

You could hear him panting harder, the person on the other side of his seat not giving either of you the time of day. Doing something so dirty in such a casual way, and no one was even paying attention.

Which gave you just the right timing to poke at his most sensitive spot, a vein pulsing beneath your thumb and surging pressure and pleasure to his nerves. You heard him hiccup before the heat of his cum rushed into your hand, heard his panting shutter and begin to slow, and listened to him gasp as you only enclosed your hand around him a second time.

"Still have the last half of the movie, you know." You grinned, eyes now glued to the screen as he whimpered. "Then we'll be home."

Sweat coated his body like he had been running, his pupils almost swallowing the whites of his eyes as his canines barely poked from between his teeth. Every muscle in his body flexing, his hips lightly rutting up into your hand. Jisung could hardly even make out a few words.

"A little while longer—" He grunted. "—and we'll be in the car."

Your eyes matched once more, his cock just as hard as when you began; and would be for hours more.

"If we even make it that far."

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[bearseungmin]

[ glistening. ] — his different world finally pulls you into it. but when sparkles from his own body collect on yours, jeongin can't get enough of how you look. 

rating: mature! pairing: siren! jeongin x human! gender-neutral! reader  genre: siren! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.3k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, marking kink, intercourse in water, slight possessiveness, unprotected sex please note!: this drabble was originally from my main writing blog, but i have taken it and re-vamped it (much like minho's kinktober drabble) because it fits the theme! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

The cavern was welcoming, the moon outside breaking through the cracks in the rocks. A pool of water in the middle of the space, Jeongin’s eyes settled on the one place he felt safest. Now welcoming in you—the person that has his heart. Your body thumped with wonder at just how the situation would pan out, blue light from the moon hitting the rushing sea allowing you to see the secret he hid from you for so long.

His head turned towards you, eyes pleading and leery as his hand rose over the pool of salted water around him. Foam from the constantly moving waters outside of the cave sweltered in, covering his lower half and what you anticipated since he asked you to join him here. “Are you sure about this?” His voice nearly stuttered at your hesitated but significant nod. “What will it change?”

“Absolutely nothing.” You breathed out, almost laughing at how blown his pupils had grown.

The man’s eyes shut tight, frame lining up just before the edge of the rocks. Bracing himself, his body swayed through the foam in the blink of an eye, a line drawn where his tail dragged through it and followed him down. Diving deeper into the heated water, his body seemed to submerge so far in that your human sight could no longer see him: but his bright tail shimmered in the moonlight.

You stood in astonishment, the things he told you ringing in your mind. Scales, fins, and gills—the basin igniting with steamed water had you bending your knees to get a closer look. Jeongin's body didn't quite need the oxygen he sucked in as he came back up from the water, sight of your stunned form making him blink innocently. Finding the time of the moon at its peak to be the perfect moment of fulfillment, you could only release a heavy sigh of relief.

"You called it a curse." The moving water splashed against the rocks before it halted in one abrupt motion, cooling and returning to the turquoise color it was originally before he delved down deep.

His tail was illuminated, the abraded black and colored scales flaring from the salty water startling you but gifting you chills that would bring him in closer to you.

Even in the darkness of the cave you could see the ridges on his sides, his abdomen carved with the ripples of a fish. Dark hair floating with the water as only his eyes poked out from the warm liquid all around him, you tilted your head at him.

"But I only see you.” Voice faulted, his smile gleamed in the blue moonlight. His head lifted for the water line to be at his chin, mouth opening as his teeth clamped down on his tongue. “I'm just—curious.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

Your eyes grew wide at his question, his innocent eyes paired with his gleaming smirk causing a spark to rush through your limbs. The anxious feeling boiling in your gut was enough to have his torso leaning him forward, a single pulse of his tail bringing him to the edge of the rocks where you sat. He blinked gently up at you, the sparkles along his skin telling that he wasn’t exactly human beneath the moon and within the ocean waters—but he was still himself.

His hands lifted from the water, small drops still holding onto his plump skin as the air blew against the limb. His palms met the back of your shoes to pull them and your socks off. Tossing them to the side, as he smiled up at you. Hand cupping and grabbing at your ankles, he lunged you forward, chest pressed against your knees.

Hands still trapping your ankles, his hold swiveled around to the front of your legs, palms hot against your skin. You moved so slowly, raising your hand into the air like a touch to the man would make him turn to dust. His eyes rolled, smirk becoming more extravagant. He had touched you in more ways than one, balanced by your own needs, and here you were—too afraid to even place a finger on his skin.

“Wh-What if-” you stuttered. “What if I rub off some of the sparkles? Will it hurt—like when you rub a lizard too hard or something?”

“Not at all.” He cackled with the tone of his voice getting deeper, a delightful smile on his lips. Curtain bangs falling over his eyes, his fingers surged into the long locks, pressing them back against his head as the salt of the water adhered the strands to his mane. “Just touch me. I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do.” You whispered beneath your breath. The man tapped at your knee for you to get your mind out of the gutter, his own eyes clouded with lust as your palm met his cheek.

“See—no harm done.” He breathed out slowly, sides growing skinny with the intake before his cooled breath fanned your thighs.

You laughed gently, running the pad of your thumb across his face. Your eyes squinted, pulling your hand back to see the amount of glitter that had transferred from his skin to your own.

All while you were distracted, his large hands against your skin made his sight capture something wondrous and new to him.

His eyes wondered the exposed limbs of your form, pupils narrowed at the small specks cascading your skin. A marking on himself from the fabrics of the sea, crystals from rocks broken down by the salt that helped create a shine to his scales now left the pattern on your own body. The moonlight only gave them more power, skin reflecting in all directions from the access on his scales now collected on your skin. Each limb now shined just like himself, almost making you appear the same as him.

Hands toying with your ankles, your thighs were aligned with his face, his grasp leaving your lower legs to hold onto your outer thighs. Without missing a beat, you already knew what he was up to—the man enclosing his glistening face with your legs as he breathed you in. His tail lightly thrashed underneath the water, the bubbles regaining as his eyes peered up at you through his long lashes, an innocent look on his face.

"The look of me on you," You watched his eyes darken with the dullness in his voice, too captured by your body now to notice how tense his body had grown. "—I want it to stay there."

The jagged rocks all around didn't give him any discomfort as he rushed from the water and pulled you in, two-legged limbs returning to his form as his lower-half fell just where he wanted you. "To never wash away."

Arousal growing and tension tightening, it didn't take the science of exchange to tell you that Jeongin seeing the glitter from his own scales on you made him crave you even more. It had never wandered in his mind, and as you felt him press a kiss to your neck as you nodded frantically at the feeling of his head at your entrance—it was only relief filling you to feel him stretching your walls.

Your chest rose with every heavy pant, his pull and push of short thrusts only helping the specks of his skin rub onto your skin more. Gasping at his strong hold, his hips pressed against yours as you felt him deep within you.

"If I make you cum—" He sucked in another unnecessary breath, chills growing across your skin making him throb inside of you. "—will you promise not to wash any of it off for a while?"

The blue light had become blinding, his cock held within you as it swelled and bucked with his uncontrolled hips making your body beg for a release. Water thrashing with every small movement, the rough panting of your breaths made it harder to hear your own response. His wet hair had dried slightly, short waves to the locks as your fingers ran through them, arms clinging to his shoulders for support in the hot water.

"Depends on if we do this again—outside of the water so they really stick."

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[bearseungmin]

[ epitaph. ] — trounced from the warlock your heart’s attached to, minho’s powers have a benefitting way of putting you into the future to increase your experiences.

rating: mature! pairing: warlock! minho x gender-neutral! reader genre: warlock! au, supernatural! au, smut word count: 1.3k [warnings]: jumps back and forth a lot (on purpose), biting/marking, hickies, heavy teasing, oral (reader! receiving), praise kink, doggy-style, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of combat + dimension shifting A/N: my best friend explained to me that in the anime jojo they use epitaph as a way to see ten seconds into the future so i got inspired to write this. thank you dino ily. also, this was a drabble from last year! it’s just been revamped because (it needed it) it fits my kinktober concept! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

Panting frantically with your lips pressed roughly against his, his teeth nearly broke the skin of your mouth with a gnawing bite. A moan vibrating into the kiss, his body only retreated away from you for a moment to slip the handles of your bags into his palms.

Lifting to put them on the counter, his opposite hand guided you down the hall towards your bedroom, tracing your back with his fingertips.

The sudden sound of birds drew your attention back to your reality as you walked up the pathway towards the home, not at all inside or with Minho just yet. Your frantic eyes peered around you, taking in the encompassing space like it was otherworldly and not the same as what you had been walking through for more than a matter of minutes now. The man’s eccentric tricks always had you on edge, wondering in what part of time your next breath would be in, where you would be and doing what actions, and most importantly: understanding the point he was making through the ploys up his sleeve. Minho, the warlock who had long taken your heart, used you as his best trick of all.

Minho was impatient, waiting for you as he occupied himself with small tasks like refilling his flasks and cutting up some ingredients. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of the home just yet, having watched you disappear outside with big eyes and empty bags.

The time wasn’t right, his powers were too dull to protect himself after his last battle. In a dimension where those with capabilities unlike humans were considered dangerous enough to be separated and have their own space to live, constant strife was always taking place. Minho had to be strong enough to go out that door and control what he could—to keep you safe, his very own human now the first to be housed inside the unusual community. He never considered how well you’d be off, even on your own from time to time.

You had been handling things well, caring for him as he healed until he was almost fully recovered. But the worry of another clashing combat caused him to salvage all he could and stay inside. The hatred he had for staying in the small cottage alone was nothing like you had witnessed before, his stir-crazy expression evident even through the small panes of the kitchen’s door as you walked across the stones towards the home.

Enthralled by the warlock, you had to admit he had power over you even if it wasn’t intended. Since the first time you touched—when he claimed you as his own, you were able to see the future. A small bit that made a large difference, you always knew what he needed, wanted, and imagined. It was an omnipotent skill to gain.

The moment his hand jiggled the doorknob, you knew what was going to happen. Your bags lightly dropped to the ground, his lips overlapping yours as his teeth nibbled against your lips. In a single blink, his hand was at your lower back guiding you towards the hallway.

The bags were disposed onto the counter without a care for any particular items that might need to be stored in a specific temperature. His lips urged another kiss from you as the walls sped by, the soft impression of your bedroom all around. Your back sunk into the mattress, the weight of his body protruding over yours heavily.

His silked lips and pearled teeth left your face to taste the skin of your neck. Light sounds of his name ricocheted in your throat but were imbricated by his louder groans, his hips grinding down into you in search of friction. The cold temperatures of the glasses of potions held in his hands all day were still mirrored into his touch, his frigid palms running along your hot skin to lift your shirt from your body.

The feeling of his tongue running a hot streak across your chest brought your mind to run fast into time, a new feeling cascading every nerve of your body. His tongue thrashed at your arousal, your hands cupped over your mouth to keep from screaming. You could feel your legs shaking around his head, his fingers toying with the spots his tongue couldn’t get to.

Lucidity reared you backwards again, his digits just now toying with your bottoms and underwear to pull them off your limbs and discard them onto the floor. His eyes wavered over your body, matching with your pupils. His were blown in proportion to your own, the unnaturally colored specks reading that his supernatural soul knew what you had experienced, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve done so well for me today.” Minho’s awareness spiked the process of the universe, toying with his own abilities by dragging the pads of his fingers up and down your thighs in a painfully slow way. His voice soft and aspiring, your whine and the light thrash of your legs under his touch made him apply pressure. “Ah—ah, patience baby. You’ll get what you deserve in time.”

The force of his arms pressing your legs into the edge of the mattress reaped a groan from you, his lips playfully running across where you needed him most. Hips bucking, he continued to play with time—with what you witnessed in the flash of the future. The single wink of his eye being the only warning he gave you before his tongue finally delved between your legs.

You couldn’t release any noise to express the pleasure you were receiving, his tongue lapping at your body like a dog drinking water. His hands clamped around the outside of your thighs, pulling you closer to run his tongue in all directions and give harsh sucks to places that had you seeing spots. Your eyes shut tight, another premonition floating you into the future.

Your front was meshed into the covers of the bed, his hips rutting against your ass as his voice filled your ears. The sound of skin slapping echoed along the walls, the feeling of him pushing into you so realistic that your fingers had to grip the comforter just to keep yourself stable. The bed thrashed beneath his hard pace, one of his hands on your hips turning your head for his mouth to connect to your ear.

“Where are you right now?” He grinned in your peripheral, your eyes blinking and staring straight in thought. A single snap of his hips made your body shudder, Minho’s teeth sucking at your neck as he lightly whimpered from the clench you had around his cock.

Filling you to the brim, a wave of relief ran over your body, his fingers lacing with yours from behind as your orgasm hit you hard. Shivering from the cold air, he slowly pulled out of you, turning you to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” He called out, your eyes tired and lids heavy. Gaze falling down, his head lifted from between your thighs, blinking innocently as your arousal dripped past his chin. A darker smirk grew, your brows knitting at the sight of him still between your legs and not hovering over you as he did seconds before. Your hand lifted to your neck, the love bite he had sucked into your skin not yet made.

You watched as his bottom lip sunk between his teeth, eyeing you up and down before meeting your gaze. “We’re not quite there yet, baby.” His grin was cheshire, enjoying the way you looked so lost yet found. No matter how much he twisted your mind and messed with your comprehension, he always knew how to push your buttons even better. “Don’t get so far ahead of me.”

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[bearseungmin]

seven (M) | jeongin

— Party games are all for fun until you're the one in the spotlight and Jeongin is playing along.

pairing: jeongin x gender-neutral! reader genre: rivals to fuckbuddies, college! au, smut word count: 1.4k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, pervertedness, sexual games, dirty-talking, heavy make outs, laughing during sex, protected sex!, finger-sucking, teasing, quickie do not interact with this if you are under 18.

taglist: @sleepylixie​ @dom--minnie​

College kids have a mind of their own. The games they make up to blaze through time until the day starts again, all riddled with embarrassing tasks and skimpy undertones. Usually beacons for fun, unless you're the chosen one.

“Call It”—a game made for the least innocent. Your name left your friend's mouth before the number did, but you already knew this was about to be one hell of a ride.

"Seven."

A scale of dirty, intrusive actions made to be played out by you with whoever was picked.

One, small talk. Least hazardous, yet breathtaking if the chosen occupant is of any importance. Two, a small kiss. Well made, something that can be harmless with the potential of bringing more to the table in the future. Three, a heavy kiss. Potential is no longer the explanation of what follows, and the interaction tends to cause more than what the original bargain was for. Four, a gentle feeling. Any body part, any place, as long as it's PG-13 and isn't a hassle to reach. Five, a notch not often turned—some form of getting off must be made. Six, a follow-up to five, both parties must meet their finale. And seven, the most crucial number on the scale.

"See what he's like in bed, if you can."

The entire game is a bet of what can happen, what will happen, and what you'll be left with. An easy push into socializing with a new person, a quick way to get off, or a forever mark on your form to live with.

All options are in your own palm, made to be your choice and no one else’s to go through with. But the punishment of backing out always has the chance of being more embarrassing than not following through.

"Jeongin." His name left your mouth like you were cursing, the circle erupting in laughter.

He had always one-upped you. Better grades, harder curriculums, varsity, acquaintances. It left you in second place, and now the guy was still in your line of sight even during your most relaxing time of the week.

An ongoing party, your small group of friends sat in the corner, and dirty minds thinking alike. This was well thought out, it was obvious. But the challenge, you couldn't deny you loved it.

"Finally, something intriguing." You mumbled, standing from the floor with a smirk on your face. "Jeongin!"

His name left your mouth a second time, only the split moment was loud enough for him to catch over the boom of the stereo. A mirrored smirk on his lips, your furrowed and focused brows caught his attention.

"Didn't know we were in the same vicinity. Thought your type of party was home, alone?"

"I'm living vicariously through myself right now, apparently." The sly joke made his chest bubble with laughter, the quote catching him off guard.

It wasn't often that you caught him in a good mood, more-so he was usually focused on beating you at something. His back pressed against the cool wall made him visibly shiver more than your eyes meeting his did. "What can I do for you?"

The question was golden, your lashes fluttering as you thought out how to offer the details of the game. Only challenge is, he can't know it's part of the game.

Within the rules, it was openly stated that if the other participant is or becomes aware of the game, you're immediately nulled. Treading on rough ground, it was almost too easy to gain his concentration.

"A little birdy told me you've had a dry spell." His face shifted immediately—not angered, but embarrassed.

"Who was it?" His tongue clicked, but yours only curved up against your front teeth in amusement.

"Good guess, huh?"

Jeongin looked defeated, genuinely. Head falling back against the wall, it tilted towards your face to hear you clearly over the party still taking place all around. "What are you really talking to me for?"

"Just wanted to offer something more pleasing than standing here talking casual conversation until the party dies down." Your brows rose with every word, and he seemed to look more than focused on what you said. Jeongin, the one who doesn't fault so easily, was wrapped around your pretty finger.

"Then where to?"

Another cool wall accompanied his back, this time pressed to it firmly with your lips attached to his own. It was four steps to the bathroom, eight to the garage, but twelve to the closet down the hall. Quiet, dark, you could live this down eventually—but the groan at the back of Jeongin's throat made your knees feel weak.

He was someone that filled you with spite. Took every gold metal, award, and number one spot from you. In a time like this, the same guy whimpering your name between the kiss as his hands pulled your waist to grind into him—you weren't in second place.

"Ask nicely." Your voice was faint from being muffled by his soft lips, his fluffy hair already coated with a few drops of sweat from the small, heated room.

"Don't be like that." He laughed, eyes opened to catch your glistening sight as he pulled from your lips. "Isn't this different?"

"You're too absorbed in winning that you don't realize when you're losing your game." His arms swooped upwards, the t-shirt leaving his form in a breeze. Only the feeling of his hot skin under your hand, he took hold of your wrist to run the touch of your fingertips up and down his front. Heavy panting, his tongue running dry, the dim light from the cracks of the closet door let you see what state he was in.

"Just another challenge."

A mess. Like he had been waiting for a chance to finally fall into second place and let you take over.

"Touch me." He hissed, your hand finally moving on its own accord to find his hardening cock under his jeans. A simple hold over the fabric had him reeling, head falling onto your shoulder.

"A weak spot." You laughed.

"T-Two can play this." He stuttered, his hand placing just above the line of your pants. You laughed, pulling at the collar of his shirt for him to lift his head and press his cheek against yours. Following through, the warmth of his skin made you sigh deeper than his fingers finding the wetness leaking from you. Soft presses, small giggles, hot air, and the second half of clothes being pried from your bodies.

Jeongin had his jeans on the floor, your own pants nearly tripping you up as you heard him gasp. The darkened room made him struggled to find the foil packet, and even harder for him to roll it on as he cackled.

"Stop laughing!" You grinned, the beams of light letting you see his head shake.

"Give me a break, okay! I don't do this often." His laughter was louder than the moan that followed, your hand pulling at his covered cock in time to align him with yourself.

"Focused now?" You pressed your lips against his, feeling his abrupt nod break the kiss just as he filled you up.

One deep breath, and he was stuffing his own mouth with his fingers to keep silent. Jeongin, all for beating you at everything, could hardly form your name as you rocked his hips into your own. Like a melody of hisses and grunts silenced to keep the party from knowing the dirty deeds occurring in the closet, it was music to your ears. First place, winning the game, all that was left to do was the fun part.

"Fuck, fuck!" Jeongin hummed into your ear, his panting that of a dog.

"Too much?" You questioned teasing the man who was more focused on not filling up the condom before you felt even a spark of an orgasm.

"Play fair." He hissed back, hips moving until his cock rocked inside your walls deeper. The thickened wetness of your arousal had sounds filling the small room, a thump against the wall making your eyes shoot open wide.

"Jeongin!" You cried out, more worried about being found than the pleasure electrifying your every nerve. His name falling off your tongue in such a tone had him moving faster, thrusting harder, and making you cum. "Jeongin—Jeong-in!"

"It's more fun hearing my name." He laughed, the satisfying feeling of his orgasm filling the condom just before he pulled out making your knees weak. Thighs clenched together, his arms wrapping around your form to pull you up straight, and his thrilling laugh of gold echoed only in your ears.

"Seven." He chimed, eyes staring up at the dark ceiling as he fought to catch his breath. "Everyone's lucky number."

Your face drew stunned at the sudden use of the number. "What?"

"You lose, again.” He cackled under his breath. “So, what number for the game do you want to try next?"

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[bearseungmin]

the tall and the small

— fond of your height difference, chan toys with you to see how far you’d reach for him.

pairing: chan x short! gender-neutral! reader genre: fluff, domestic! au word count: 968 [warnings]: height difference, work day, devious chan has a plan

His palm covered his mouth, your body jumping up and down in a fit to pull the bottoms up your legs. In a huff, you were in a rush off to a destination that had a deadline for you to reach, and Chan’s chittering laughter didn’t help.

“This isn’t funny!” Your voice called through the doorway, the loving man stepping out to keep himself from collapsing in hysterics. “Help me.”

Your voice whined at the end, bending his heart enough for his taller frame to scurry back down the hallway, through the door, and by your side. His brows furrowed, peering over your legs in a second attempt to not laugh. “Why are you even having a hard time? If you slowed down for a moment-” His hands met your thighs, body leaning into you from behind while his fingers pulled the fabric up to your waist in a simple tug. “-they would come up easily. Not jumping around like you’ve lost your marbles.”

Your sigh so loud it vibrates back into him, his arms wrapped around your waist in a back hug - eyes narrowing in on your own. The mirror before the two of you perfectly showed the conundrum you got yourself into, cheeks heated and brow sweating. The reflection gave you the picture of just how much Chan stood over you, his warm smile radiating through the glass and back to your face like a kiss he didn’t have to actually give.

Head leaning down to the crown of your skull, he sighed his own sound as his body fell relaxed around you. “Do you really have to go?”

His voice so soft, you pondered what it would be like to kick away the work day and stay with the one you adored most. But money doesn’t come from trees— or Chan’s tight grasp: work was the only answer.

“Yeah.” A bite at your bottom lip, and he bent forward to press a sideways kiss to your mouth before you parted.

The stare into the mirror perplexed Chan, your scent left behind in a cloud as you made your way out to work. Like a mask, his hands ran along the air like your body still stood there. Palm flat, it raised upwards until it stopped just at his chest - exactly where your head came up to. A smile rising on his lips, he figured out what had stumped you within the reflection — but it wasn’t the first time he took notice of just how cute and short you were compared to him.

The day at work was filled with the exact same as always, and your form swaying through the door of your shared apartment in complete exhaustion was unaware of Chan’s mind. A dinner for two, the meal prepped but still in the pots and pans, the table unset, and the cook nowhere to be found. You stood, flustered face completed with your eyes scanning the room before it hit you. You had stumbled home a little sooner than usual, and he wasn’t quite ready for your appearance yet.

Plates in the cabinet, glasses above the sink, your shoulders shrugged as you skid your way across the flooring and up to where the items laid. With all of your willpower, your knees hit the countertop, body lifting itself upwards to open the door to the cabinet and retrieve two plates for the meal. Scent of food in your nose, cold dish in your hand, you almost missed the giggling man that had been standing in the doorway since the moment you moved towards the kitchen counters.

“I knew you’d do that.” His wide grin was too endearing to be angry at, your body sitting back on your calves. The shake of your head only made him laugh harder, his larger hands taking the plates from you. Softest hold at your lower back, Chan guided you down from the counter to the floor with the same tight hold on your waist. “I enjoy our height difference.”

“Yeah, and why is that?” Stern face falling instantly from his kind eyes, his peck at your temple melted away any source of seriousness to the conversation— if there even was any to begin with.

“Let’s see.” Eyes squinting and sight moving over the top of your head in focus, his lips flattened into a straight line before the light bulb went off in his brain.

“I get to pat your head.” Palm tapping at the softness of your hair, you rolled your eyes at such a common thing said. “My arms wrap comfortably around your neck to pull you into my chest.” Faint scent of his cologne in your nose, his motions mimicked what he said to show the evidence of his statement. As if you’d complain and pull away from him in disbelief. “I quite like this one.” His jawline pushing into your skull, you felt him smile so widely that his face stretched. Ears running red when your head glanced up at him for a second, his hold loosened for you to take a step back.

“Go on.”

“And I get to do this.” His index finger cradled the bottom of your chin, eyes aligning from the gentle lift of your face up towards his own. The slightest curve of his back made his lips rub across yours in a ghost kiss, the side of his cheek brushing yours for a split second before he finally captured your mouth completely.

Lips melting together, the weight of the day fell off your form like a coat being discarded, the twinge of pain from your knees against the countertop minutes before disappeared, and all Chan had to do was catch you staring at how tall he is in the mirror that morning.

“I quite like this one more.”

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