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kpopyourcherryy · 1 year

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Darling

Genre; Smut

Length; Quick Spicy Read

Kinks; Praise Kink, Dom/Sub hints, etc.

JiminxReader

Authors Note; Hey everyone! It’s me, ya girl Jade~ I really have been needing a creative outlet again as of late- lots of things in my life has changed so getting into writing once again was a difficult thing for me to be able to do- but hopefully now I can get my brain in the swing of things again, so I decided to bless you all with this smutty little read to test the waters! Please inbox me with any feedback<3

The morning sun shone threw your semi-sheer curtains, though you had already been tossing and turning all night.

“Mhmmm..” You whines, pulling the blanket over your head, covering your partners too.

Jimin stirs from your movement, “Ahh babe.. what are you doing?” Wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in so tightly before planting soft pecks along the back of your neck. His lips cause chills to run down your spine as you melt into his arms while softly rubbing his forearms.

“I couldn’t sleep all night..” You complain, feeling your tiredness weigh you down even more so than before. Turning to face him, you gently grasp his cheeks, squishing and poking at his face, “Wake up already my loveeee,” Whining as he shakes his head, “Come on just get up with me.”

“My sweet darling girl,” He teasingly retorts with sleep still lacing his words, “Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to be up too.” His eyes still closed as you continue to pester him.

“Please,” You whine, softly kissing both cheeks, “Please I’ll do anything you want..” Your lips slowly meet his, giving him a small sweet peck, “I just want a little company now.”

His mouth curled into a gentle smile, “Anything?” He preened, despite his half asleep state you could always count for his mind to travel to the dirtiest parts of his imagination no matter the time of day. He adored the images in his head of your eyes rolling back as he kissed your neck, the way your sweet moans became engrained in his mind. “Hmm..” His soft purr as his mind traveled and his tired eyes opened, examining your face before turning down to your chest.

“Don’t tease me like that,” Jimin’s hands grazed your sides, “You know where my mind goes when you say you’ll do anything for me- don’t you baby?”

You could feel chills running up your spine as his hands gently caressed you, his touch getting higher and higher, “Maybe I like teasing you..” You hummed, allowing his lips to meet yours in another quick peck.

His fingertips ran along the shape of your breast, stopping in the middle only to lightly circle your already hardening nipple. “No darling, don’t do that to me this early in the morning,” He whined, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me y/n?”

Your name sounded like silk coming from him, “I always am aren’t I?” You purred back, your eyes met his- his gaze pierced through you as his hands continued their soft onslaught up and down your torso. Jimin’s hands carefully caressed you, paying close attention to every curve, rubbing your soft belly before lowering his touch.

His plush lips curled into a smirk, “Hmm..” He hummed, his fingertips dug into your outer hip; slowly drawing you for another sweet kiss. “Sometimes.” Giggling before your lips met his, your tongues softly swiped against one another as your body instinctively melted into his. You couldn’t help the way your body reacted instantly, you could feel a gentle heat rise in your core as you laid back into the mattress as he climbed on top of you. With one hand holding him up, the other eagerly explored your body, “The things you do to me y/n..” He purred, breaking your kiss to trail it from your neck down to your stomach. The soft kisses he peppered on you only heightened your senses, goosebumps littered your skin as he kissed ever so softly right above your core.

“Ahh, Jimin..~” You airily whined, biting your lower lip as you propped yourself up on your elbows- watching the gorgeous man in front of you preparing himself for his first meal of the day. “Your lips feel so good on me, my love.~” The lust laced words left your mouth as you watched his hands hook around the waistband of your pajama shorts, slinking them off.

“I’m so glad you don’t wear panties to bed.” Jimin teased through his grin, his cheeks flushed as he began kissing your inner thighs- you would’ve never guessed this man was just asleep with the way his demeanor radiated his need for you already. “I love you.” He hummed, the vibration of his voice enticing you as he began singing sweet nothings to you in between each kiss, “I love your body. I love your scent.” His lips finally met the ones between your legs, earning a sweet whiny moan from you as his tongue swiped along your slit, “I love the way you taste.” He said, looking up at you from between your legs.

As your eyes met, you could feel that gentle heat from earlier instantly turn into a wildfire. You swore you’d never be able to fully wrap your head around the fact that this man had you in the palm of his hand. Your brows furrowed slightly as your mouth hung in a soft gape, your moans spilled out as his eye contact broke- you watched his eyes close as he began to eat you as if he were starving.

“Oh my god~” You whimpered while his tongue circled your clit, his hands gripped your thighs- keeping them apart as you couldn’t help but try to close them as his attack already seemed to be too overwhelming for your tired body. “Ah- Ah-~~ you eat me so fucking good.~” Your praise only seemed to entice him even more as he licked and sucked at your heat, focusing all of his attention into making you feel good.

Before you knew it, you couldn’t keep your body propped up any longer. Falling back into the mattress, your hands entangled themselves into his bed head, pulling his angelic face even closer into you. Electric tingles shot through your body as you could feel him moan into you- he loved making you feel good, making you feel like all you could think about was him; he loved every second of it, the way you gently tugged his hair as your body ached for him to be closer- it was one of the most euphoric feelings.

Slowly, you could feel your chest tighten as that heat from your core spread to your face. Your cheeks flushed from the heat as you felt your end nearing, “Ah~ darling~” You whimpered in between your moans, “I’m so close, so so close.” Your eyes shut as your fingers tugged harder, his motions quickening as he begged to taste his reward. “F-Fuck!~” You whined, his fastening onslaught throwing you over the edge with ease.

His darkened eyes, finally peered up at you- a sly smirk sprawled across his sweet, cum covered face as he softly lapped up what remained. “You taste so good, my darling girl..” His voice was like silk as he kissed up your heaving body. “We still have another hour before we have to get up for the day..” He teased, sitting up on his knees as he kept his place between your legs; gripping your hips, he leaned forward to kiss you as his hardened member rubbed against your sensitive core, “Let’s cum together this time, hmm?”

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tr34sure · 3 months

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Do it for me || Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Bigdick!Yunho x small fem!reader

Warnings: Big dick Yunho, the nicknames (pretty girl, Tiny), dirty talk, Dacryphilia, praise.

@wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yourfatherlucifer

At first it hurt your pride when Yunho told his friends that you couldn't take him. You had to admit that he was right, although he never made you feel bad about it. He understood that you were pretty small and couldn't handle his size. He even took your feelings into consideration when he told his friends, being respectful of your boundaries and desires.

However, after the conversation you decided to challenge him needlessly, just to prove that you could take him. You were aware that you lacked experience but were determined to push yourself to the maximum and surprise him.

He was quite impressed with your boldness and determination in challenging him, in which he ended up accepting your proposal.

Yet when the day came, you were quite nervous. The anticipation was growing higher and higher and you felt like this was either the best or worst idea you've ever had. You tried your best to block out your worry and fear and focus on the present moment.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asks with a sly smile on his face. You can only nod in response.

He positioned himself at your entrance, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of impatience and fear. His cock, already hard and thick, pressed against your opening, teasing you with its size.

You bit your lip nervously as he began to push slowly inside you. The feeling of his cockhead pushing against your tight hole was both painful and exhilarating. You let out a loud moan as he breached your barrier, feeling him stretching out your tiny hole. continuing to push slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling you up with his thick length.

The pain of your hole stretching out still trying to accommodate him is already enough to make you want to tap out.

“Fuck- Tiny feel so good.” Yunho throws his head back with a deep moan, his mouth slightly open as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Soon enough with the initial discomfort gradually fading you squeeze his arm to signal him that can begin moving.

As he begins his slow thrusts inside of you, the pain is intense. You feel your insides being stretched and torn by his enormous cock. You grit your teeth, determined to endure this just for the sake of the challenge.

“Doing so well for me, pretty girl.”

you grip the sheets tightly. trying your best to desperately hold back the cries that want to escape only for it to miserably fail in the end.

You gasp for air as the intensity of his movements increases. Your body feels like it’s on the verge of shattering.

“Yuyu I can’t handle it.” The tears are now flowing freely down your cheeks, and you’re sobbing uncontrollably at the pain and the slight pleasure.

“I know Tiny, I know, but take it for me I thought you said you could show me you can.”

The bed creaked under the force of your bodies clashing and the air was thick with desire. Your screams of pain slowly turned into screams pleasure as you couldn't help but feel every inch of him filling you up. The sensation was overwhelming and mind-numbing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You wrapped your legs around him urging him to go harder, faster.

Your nails dug into his back leaving tiny red marks as a testament to the intensity of your desire. He growled low in his throat matching your rhythm as he took you with a force that left no doubt about his possession of you.

“M’feel so good.” Your screams echoed through the room as you cried out in pure bliss from the pleasure. Yunho quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds. His face buried deep in your neck as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing heavy and labored. The feeling of being silenced only seemed to heighten the intensity of the experience for you.

Your body was completely surrendered to his every movement, every thrust. It felt like an unending wave of ecstasy washing over you. Your eyes were rolled back in your head, and your lips were parted as you let out a series of high-pitched moans and cries that filled the his hand.

“So fucking pretty when you cry like this Tiny.” You felt his warm breath against your skin as he whispered.

feeling the intense pleasure building up inside you, you gasped and warned him, "Yuyu... I'm going to cum!.”

“Come on Tiny, cum for me.”

Pushing yourself to the limit, feeling Yunho's cock pulsing inside you, you knew you were both getting close to your climax. Your body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt your insides clenching around him, signalling your impending orgasm.

Yunho's thrusts grew harder and faster, his voice deep and guttural as he too neared his release. With one final thrust, Yunho's hips jerked forward, his seed filling you up as he cried out his release.

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qwymarkii · 5 months

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cw: idol/idol,wlw, finger-penetration, dominance (?), very possessive minjeong, overstimulation, small plot, smut.., not proofread my bad i cranked this out in a hour.

18+ minors dni !!

"fuck..fuck." you lowly whined, breathily into minjeong's mouth, as her long digits rammed in and out of your sensitive hole.

you clench around her fingers, a euphoric feeling coursing throughout your body. a loud gasp slips out, her other hand slapping against your thigh as she dug her nails into your skin.

she kisses you gently, your lipstick smudged up against each other's lips. "shh, baby don't wanna get in trouble now do we?" she seductively whispered, digging deeper inside you.

her fingers coated in your juices. you bite back moans, becoming quickly overstimulated, feeling your body go limp against hers.

there you both were in the women's inkigayo bathroom. this exhilarating, lewd moment between you two. after just finishing performances, meeting each other in the restroom to conceive this dissipated occasion.

minjeong analyzed your body, taking into consideration of the miniskirt your stylist decided to make you wear today. "hm.. this skirt is very risqué, you better not have a thing going on with your stylist." she commented, suddenly stopping her constant penetration.

you gaze in her eyes, squirming on the cold sink. she removed her fingers from your dripping cunt, bringing them to her lips.

the tension between you to as she licentiously inserts her two fingers into her mouth. relishing in your sweet essence.

"baby," you whimpered, "i-i need you so bad" she removed her fingers from her mouth, delicately wrapping her hands around your neck. minjeong crashed your lips together once more. her ravishingly kissing you, as if she was so starved of your presence.

you taste yourself on her lips, smiling between kisses. her warm hands around your neck made you melt in her touch. this dirty moment felt so wrong, but so right. she pulled you off the counter, to face you towards the mirror.

she looked so fucking hot, your small frame in front of her, your disheveled hair and smudged makeup only made her more turned on. minjeong slipped her fingers into your soaked cunt, your knees buckling at her touch.

one hand wrapped around your neck and other all in your pussy. you choked out quiet, broken moans. riding out your climax, against her fingers.

"you're mine," she muttered in your ear, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror, "only mine." you already knew this though.

her pace rapidly increased, as your moans grew louder no longer able to keep quiet. tears began to prick in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself on the verge of climax.

"min..fuck my god i'm gonna come." you cried out, a smirk appearing on her face. she drilled her fingers faster and faster into you, the echos of skin slapping, reverberating in the confined space.

"you gonna come? go ahead let yourself spill all over my fingers," she said hitting the right spot at that moment. you sobbed, cumming on her fingers.

"yeah good girl." minjeong groaned out, leaving love marks against your neck—knowing definitely you'd regret it later.

blood rushed to your head, as you fell back onto her. tears dropped down your cheeks, your whole body aching, with weak knees.

"so fucking pretty." she complimented you, cleaning you up with napkins.

you two exited the bathroom, where all of you and minjeong's members stood, with plenty of managers around to. you shyly smiled, bowing to everyone before, quickly walking away, your members following behind.

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elryuse · 18 days

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Yandere Mina?

COLD SKIN

Yandere Mina X Male Reader

The warmth of her touch on his cheek sent a jolt through Y/n. It was a searing contrast to the coldness that usually emanated from her, a coldness that mirrored the sterile perfection of her office. Mina, the CEO of Diamond Star Entertainment, a woman as beautiful as a sculpted marble statue and just as unforgiving, was a terrifying enigma.

Today, however, the enigma seemed to crack. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating as a hawk's, were red-rimmed and puffy. There was a crumpled tissue on her pristine desk, a silent testament to tears shed. Y/n knew better than to ask. Curiosity was a luxury not afforded to those under Mina's ruthless reign. He remembered the new intern, the one with bright eyes and a hopeful smile, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of the entire company for daring to challenge a marketing strategy.

But today, when Mina finally looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her gaze that sent a tremor of unease through him. "Y/n," she croaked, her voice devoid of its usual icy authority. "Close the door."

Confused, Y/n obeyed. As the door clicked shut, a dam of emotions seemed to break within Mina. The carefully cultivated image of the iron-fisted CEO crumbled. Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling over like a cascade. For the first time in years, Mina allowed herself to be vulnerable, a pathetic mess in front of a man who had only ever been on the receiving end of her disdain.

Y/n surprised her then. He pulled her into a hesitant embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne strangely comforting. He didn't speak, didn't judge. He simply placed a hand on hers, the warmth a stark contrast to her icy touch. The tears streamed down her face, hot and furious. This wasn't anger, though; it was a despair so raw it scraped against his soul.

In that moment, a seed took root in Mina's mind, a twisted, possessive vine that would soon choke out all other emotions. The man who had seen her vulnerability, who had offered a moment of solace, couldn't be allowed to leave her sight. He was hers, her one solace in a world that had betrayed her.

Days turned into weeks, the memory of that vulnerability lingering in the air between them. Mina remained outwardly composed, the CEO mask back in place. But around Y/n, a subtle shift occurred. Her touches lingered a beat longer, her eyes held a warmth that sent a shiver down his spine, a warmth that felt dangerously like a warning.

Then, Y/n brought lunch for her. It was a simple gesture, a ham and cheese sandwich from the nearby bakery. Yet, to Mina, it was a declaration. A sign that she was more than just an employee.

As she took a bite, the sweet and savory flavors somehow lost their appeal. The only thing she could taste was the possessiveness blooming in her chest, a dark vine constricting around her heart. She watched Y/n across the desk, his brow furrowed slightly, a crease she found oddly endearing.

Suddenly, a new girl in the office, bubbly and flirtatious, sidled up to him, batting her eyelashes. A cold fury flooded Mina. The sandwich turned to sand in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to rip the girl's perfectly painted smile off her face.

With a voice dripping with ice, Mina called the girl into her office. The humiliation that followed was swift and brutal. The girl fled the building in tears, her dreams of stardom shattered by a woman who could destroy careers with a single word.

Y/n, pale and shaken, stormed into Mina's office. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.

Mina met his gaze, her eyes devoid of remorse. "She was bothering you," she said simply.

"That's not your call to make!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Fear, a chilling new sensation, warred with the strange protectiveness blooming in his chest. It was a bizarre combination, this fear and possessiveness, a cocktail that left him both terrified and strangely drawn.

Mina stood up, her cold skin brushing against his as she leaned in. Her lips, usually painted a vibrant red, were pale and bloodless. "But you're mine, aren't you, Y/n?" she whispered, her voice husky with possessiveness.

Y/n's breath hitched. The fear intensified, but then there was something else, something hot and primal sparked by the way she looked at him.

"No," he breathed, but the word lacked conviction.

Mina smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Uhm... Didn't you mean Yes," she countered, her voice a silken caress. "You saved me when I was broken. Now......we'll save each other. Forever."

The words hung heavy in the air, laced with an unspoken threat disguised as a promise. Y/n felt trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. Fear flickered in his eyes, but Mina mistook it for something more, her pale lips curving into a triumphant smile.

In the following weeks, the lines between affection and obsession blurred. Mina showered him with lavish gifts – a new car, a luxurious apartment in a building she owned. He protested, but his resistance was met with icy glares and veiled threats.

One evening, he found her waiting in his new apartment, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Her usual immaculate attire was replaced by a flimsy silk robe, barely concealing the white expanse of her skin. The air crackled with unspoken desire, an intoxicating mixture of fear and forbidden longing.

Mina moved towards him, her perfume heavy in the air. "You'll get used to it," she whispered, her voice husky. "This… Us." She traced a finger down his chest, sending shivers cascading down his spine.

He wanted to run, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. The fear that had been simmering within him now boiled over. "Mina, this isn't right. You're my boss!"

She tilted her head, her smile turning icy. "And you're mine," she purred, her voice a chilling counterpoint to the warmth of her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't you ever forget that."

Desire warred with fear within him. The woman he once feared was now a terrifying enigma, a beautiful viper offering a poisoned kiss. As she leaned in further, he tasted the desperation in her embrace, the cold skin a stark contrast to the heat burning in her eyes.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced – the tear-stained face behind the CEO mask, the raw vulnerability. It sparked a flicker of something akin to pity within him, a dangerous emotion that fueled his decision.

He gently pushed her away, his voice firm. "Mina, you need help. Real help."

The fury in her eyes was terrifying, a storm brewing beneath the surface. But before she could unleash it, his phone buzzed – a work emergency. Relief washed over him, a lifeline thrown in the midst of a brewing storm.

"Later," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Get some rest."

He escaped back into the night, leaving Mina alone in his apartment, the silence broken only by her ragged breaths. As he drove away, a cold dread gripped his heart. He knew he couldn't keep playing this dangerous game. He had to find a way out, or risk becoming another victim of her twisted affection.

The following days were a tense dance. Mina was outwardly calm, the CEO mask back in place. Yet, Y/n felt her watchful gaze constantly on him, a suffocating presence that made his skin crawl. He started making arrangements in secret, searching for a way to escape her clutches.

One evening, as he was leaving the office, a package arrived for him. Inside, nestled in velvet, lay a silver locket. It contained a picture of him, taken without his knowledge, his face plastered with a terrifying smile. A single word was engraved on the locket: ‘Forever.’

Mina was watching him from her office window, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her obsession with him had morphed into a terrifying possessiveness, a love story written in a script far darker than any K-Pop fantasy. Y/n, trapped in the web she had spun, knew one thing for sure – the battle for his freedom had only just begun.

Y/n stared at the diamond-encrusted wedding band, a heavy weight on his ring finger. The ceremony had been a spectacle, a lavish display of Mina's power and his supposed devotion. Every detail screamed 'ownership,' from the invasive paparazzi drones to the guest list consisting solely of his distant relatives, flown in and out as quickly as puppets on a string.

The honeymoon wasn't a trip to the Maldives, but a permanent relocation to a secluded mansion on a private island. Escape felt like a fever dream – every attempt choked by Mina's vast network of eyes and ears. His phone calls were monitored, his internet access restricted. Even his old apartment stood empty, stripped of all his belongings except the chilling locket that had become a constant reminder of his captivity.

The first night in their opulent bedroom, Mina stood before him, the moonlight reflecting off her silk nightie. The playful coyness was gone, replaced by a steely determination.

"Now," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth, "we begin our Future."

Resistance was futile. Mina had taken away everything that mattered – his career, his freedom, and now, his very agency. Over time, a sense of numb compliance settled over him. He attended business meetings as her trophy husband, his voice reduced to a mere echo beside hers. He learned to navigate the gilded cage, a hollow shell of the man he once was.

Years blurred into a monotonous routine. Mina meticulously planned their lives, their schedules revolving around fertility treatments and doctor appointments. The birth of their first child was another grandiose event, a carefully choreographed media spectacle. More followed, children with large, curious eyes that mirrored Mina's chilling possessiveness.

One evening, as he tucked their youngest daughter into bed, he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes. A flicker of the same spirit that had once resided within him.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'll try."

It was a promise, a vow to break the cycle before it consumed his children as it had him. He knew his chances were slim, but in that moment, amidst the gilded bars of his cage, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life.

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ourdadai · 3 months

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✿ soul ꒰ p1harmony ꒱ lockscreens !

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smuttyassholes · 7 months

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When Matthew asks you to wake him up in the morning, he can't help but be pleasantly surprised at how you chose to do so.

- asshole 4

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kyokizowie · 4 months

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Nayeon x Female Reader

Pairing; Im Nayeon x Fem Reader

DNI If you're a boy!

Genre; fluff, smut, romance, girl x girl

Cw; degradation, boob play, slight nipple play, fingering, marking, aftercare, oral sex, teasing, top nayeon, afab reader, angry sex, hardcore sex, vibrator, dom! nayeon, mentions of Momo, spanking

an; this is really short due to my computer being on life support while writing this (also a result of my tiredness)

Words: 281

Characters: 1,613

Who would have thought that Nayeon would become so upset about you spending time with Momo? Nayeon's lengthy digits were relentless in their invasion on your clit, making you wince out loud. Your pitiful cries were the cause of Nayeon's reprimand, which led to her slapping your behind.

"Quit whining. You had the gall to be a slut and engage in relationships with other women behind my back." She grunted in annoyance. "Hng... I didn't do anything with her... I swear!" Your whimpering was accompanied by moaning. Your walls clenched around her fingers as you continued to squirm. You didn't want to admit it, but... her fingers felt so good shoved deep in your cunt.

Her fingers soon slipped out of your clit, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more. She smiled seductively at your reaction before you noticed a pink heart plug in her hand. "Lets see if this little toy can please you more than my fingers can..." The plug entered your cunt upon hearing those words. You experienced a vibration as it began to vibrate. The vibration caused your moaning to become uncontrollable. Your body jerked unconsciously against the vibrator a crystal clear tears coated your e/c hues.

Nayeon then lowered her head between your legs, her hands holding your legs apart as she started to vigorously flick her tongue along your cunt. "Keep your legs open. You need to learn a lesson for being a naughty little girl." She let out a grumble and then proceeded to lick her lips and move towards your chest, where she began to massage your breasts. Biting your left breast, she also groped your other breast with her other hand.

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 22: Corruption W/ DPR ian

Post Date: 22nd December 2022 Content: Smut - Christian Yu/ DPR ian x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Friends with benefits/ Corruption/ Fuckboy!Chris/ Inexperienced Reader/ Reader has vulva/ Princess/ Bondage (Rope)

Summary: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

Another friend-holiday Christmas.

Yet this time, it’s just you and Chris, as everyone is all coupled up and being sickly cute with their significant others. Leaving you and Chris to spend the date that was planned, alone together.

This would be a totally innocent friend Christmas date. You're friends - yes, both single but nothing could ever possibly happen, right?

What else better to do on the day than to watch Christmas films that you’ve both seen multiple times before, and try your absolute best to find another to watch that you haven’t seen.

Regardless, none of the options were standing out for you both.

"Fuck this," Chris sighs, throwing the controller onto the coffee table in front of you both after pressing play on a random Christmas film.

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden frustration, making him side-eye you. Very unimpressed by your reaction to his outburst but that pearly white smile breaks free when he softens up, acknowledging that there was a little comedy to how he went about it.

"So what have you done this week?" You break the ice first after staring into his eyes for a little longer than you expected to, almost getting lost in them as you try and hide your sudden attraction to your friend but this doesn't go a miss by him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just the usual, but I, unfortunately, won't see that girl again. She thinks I was weird for asking her to try something," Chris replies with the most nonchalant face ever.

This was a regular occurrence and you have to be honest, you're never phased when he talks about his experience with girls but you were always curious how he manages to get around like that.

Being relatively inexperienced yourself, you always wonder what it was like to have the chance to be laid by him. It was evident that your interest peaked, fully facing him as you rest your hands in your lap, being ready to fully listen to him whilst the TV plays in the background, "What was it?".

With wide eyes, Chris wasn't expecting you to ask that but is more than happy to share anyway, "I just wanted to try to see how things would pan out if I was in complete control, giving instructions and tying her to the bed. But I guess she wasn't into that stuff".

With every single hair standing up on your body from the slight shyness you're feeling after hearing it, your core starts to ache for attention.

Although, you try to keep yourself composed because you didn't know where you stand with him, "That sounds pretty fun, though!".

Your reply was to sound playful, but the more you look at him, the more you realise that you found yourself being sexually frustrated with him, practically a virgin wanting to be ruined by him.

"Oh yeah? I think it does, we should try it," The teasing in his voice makes your eyes widen to the size of plates as you swallow hard, heart racing until he finishes his sentence, "I'm only joking".

Feeling slightly better but now you feel as though you missed your chance.

It was now or never, make or break the moment as you gain a bit of confidence to get cheeky and playful, "I'm not joking though".

He doesn't even react in a bad way at all, just a smirk extending on his face as he inches closer to you, closing the gap until he's practically hovering over you, "Are you sure you're not joking? Once we start, I don't think I could stop," Chris growls lightly, making you whimper at the sudden change in your friend.

Despite how shy you were, you push through with your confidence, letting him guide you to his bedroom and wait for him to start giving you instructions, just as he'd want.

But not before his lips attach to yours, biting on your bottom lip that gets caught between his teeth and his tongue swipes against yours.

The way he kisses you makes you feel like you're on cloud 9, never would've imagined for it to feel that good but you're in store for the rest.

With gradual movement, his hands slip under your shirt and swiftly removes it from your body.

Remembering what he wants to try, he stops in his tracks as he leans back on his heels, eyes like a predator on you as the smirk just grows even bigger, "Take your clothes off, real slow for me princess".

Doing as you're instructed to do, you can't help but get even hotter to the touch, with slight hesitance in your actions as you remove the items of clothing off of your body, playing them on the floor whilst you await further instructions.

"Turn around, face down and ass up with your hands behind your back, let me see you like that," He growls in a whisper so seductively into your ears, nipping at it before letting you move your body around.

Tying your wrists behind your back and connecting them to your ankles, you hiss at the tightness of the rope, whimpering when he only tightens them a little more and gives your ass a huge smack.

"Look at you, innocent inexperienced you getting tied up. Never thought I'd see the day," He quips, the cocky and teasing voice in full swing as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again, "You're all mine now, princess".

"Let's see how much of me can you take, huh?" He continues, making you whimper and beg for him to do something with you other than tease you.

But in reality, that just adds more fuel to the fire, making him want to drag this out as long as possible to see how badly you break for him.You sure are innocent, and he knows that.

He knows the very little experience you have, but by god does he want to ruin that innocence that for some reason, you've always tried to hold on to until now? And now, you're never going to want anything, or anyone else.

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tr34sure · 3 months

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Since when? || Jeong Yunho

Summery: Maybe listening to Yunho will be beneficial.

Jealous / controlling boyfriend Yunho, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!!),

A/n: Thank you for requesting! And I’m sorry this is the worst work that I’ve posted and it’s short as hell but something better is coming I promise✨ @jonghoslvt

“Since when did I tell you that you could hang out with Wooyoung?”

Without waiting for my response he suddenly pushed his thick cock into me, the feeling of him sliding into him was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but groan.

“You know how much I don’t like wooyoung around you.”

He began to thrust, his movements slow and debilitating at first but gradually picking up speed.

As he fucked me, I couldn’t help but beg for his forgiveness. “Please, Yuyu I’m sorry,” I moaned, feeling the guilt of me betraying his words weighing heavily on my heart. “I won’t do it again.” I pleaded, my voice breaking as I felt him hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

Despite my words, he continued to fuck me, his grip on my hips tightening as he took me harder and faster.

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oraclekleo · 4 months

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[Tarot Game] DatingDoor (21+)

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Hello, my dear followers!

I’m back with one more tarot game. This time it’s again a fiction scenario including you and your favourite celebrity. Through a tarot reading I’m going to answer three questions.

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At First Sight = The first impression or vibe you would give when meeting chosen celebrity

Action! = How would your first date with chosen celebrity most likely look like

Seduced by the Moonlight = How could you seduce your chosen celebrity

This reading will tell more about you than the celebrity but it might be a useful insight.

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Tell me what kind of fashion you wear the most and feel most comfortable wearing

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Share with me what is your favourite piece of work your chosen celebrity did (song, MV, movie, photoshoot, TV series or drama, theatre play, sports event, etc.)

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There is no deadline. I will answer as promptly as possible for me.

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elryuse · 16 days

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Yandere Winter...arrange marriage?

The Arranged Marriage

YANDERE WINTER X MALE READER

Winter glared at the ornate wedding invitation, the embossed gold lettering mocking her. "An arranged marriage?" she spat, tossing the card across the room where it landed with a soft thud on a pile of discarded designs. The rejection felt good, a defiant roar against the archaic traditions her family clung to. Winter was a supernova in the K-pop galaxy, her name synonymous with electrifying dance routines and chart-topping hits. Marrying some faceless nobody chosen by dusty family pacts was laughable. There was no time for love, not when she was on a relentless climb to the very pinnacle of K-pop stardom.

"Winter, darling," her manager, Min-seo, a woman whose steely gaze could rival Winter's own, sighed, picking up the discarded invitation. "Your family is serious. They've even chosen a candidate."

"Let me guess," Winter scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Some chaebol heir with a nose for publicity?"

Min-seo shook her head, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Someone more… unexpected. Apparently, his family owns a chain of bakeries across the country."

"A baker?" Winter snorted. "Seriously? What's next, are you going to set me up with a street performer?"

"Stranger things have happened, my dear," Min-seo countered with a sly smile.

Days bled into weeks, a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and promotional appearances. But beneath the carefully constructed facade of the K-pop machine, a gnawing unease began to fester. A dull ache in her side, dismissed as exhaustion at first, intensified into a searing pain that stole her breath away mid-performance. The stage, once her throne, became a torture chamber. The roar of the crowd turned into a distant buzz as she crumpled to the floor, the vibrant lights blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope.

The sterile white of the hospital room offered a stark contrast to the glitter and synthesizers of her world. The doctor's words hung heavy in the air – liver failure. A life sentence of a slowly fading light, or a desperate gamble on a transplant. Hope, as fragile as a spiderweb, clung to the possibility of a donor, a life preserver in a sea of despair.

Days turned into agonizing weeks, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Winter, the idol who commanded legions of fans, felt utterly powerless. The awards, the screaming audiences, the carefully curated image – they all felt hollow in the face of her own mortality. Then, a flicker on the horizon. A donor. A match.

The surgery was a blur, waking up to a world she thought she'd lost. And then she saw him. Y/n. A young man, awkward and shy, yet his eyes held an undeniable warmth. "Y-youu s-saved me," Winter rasped, her voice weak but filled with a sincerity that surprised even her.

"I, uh…" Y/n stammered, overwhelmed by the sight of the K-pop icon in such a vulnerable state. "It was nothing. Just… a lucky match, I guess."

But the gratitude, a nascent seed, began to take root in the fertile soil of her isolation. Why him? Why not a wealthy heir or a fellow K-pop star? The questions gnawed at her, a relentless tick in the back of her mind.

Y/n, overwhelmed by the whirlwind that was Winter, disappeared after a brief visit. Her world, once filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, felt deafeningly silent. Obsession, a creeping vine, started to coil around her heart. She couldn't understand why the man who'd saved her life had vanished so completely.

Fueled by a twisted sense of entitlement, Winter used her vast network of resources to track Y/n down. He was found in a small town, flour dusting his clothes as he kneaded dough in a quaint bakery. The scent of cinnamon and warm bread hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the antiseptic sterility of the hospital room where she'd first laid eyes on him.

"Winter?" Y/n stammered, his voice barely rising above the clatter of the mixer. Her smile was dazzling, but her eyes held a glint of steel.

"Remember that wedding, Y/n?" Winter purred, stepping closer, the cloying sweetness in her voice sending shivers down his spine. "The one our families arranged?"

He paled. The memory of the preposterous agreement, something they'd both scoffed at in their youth, resurfaced. "Winter, I… I can't. I don't even…"

"Of course you can, Y/n," she purred, her grip tightening on his arm with a surprising strength. "You saved my life. Isn't it only fair I save you from a life without me?"

Y/n's breath hitched. The playful banter of youth, the easy dismissal of the arranged marriage, felt like a lifetime ago. Now, trapped in the gaze of this powerful, pale woman, he felt a cold dread pool in his stomach. "Winter," he stammered, "T-things have changed. I… I already have someone."

The smile on Winter's face faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing her features. But then, it was gone, replaced by a chilling steeliness. "Someone?" she echoed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Tell me, Y/n, who could possibly compete with the woman that you had saved?"

Panic clawed at Y/n's throat. He knew he shouldn't speak of Mina, his childhood sweetheart who helped run the bakery with him. But the thought of Winter, with her fame and fortune, swooping in and taking everything away, was unbearable. "Mina," he blurted out, his voice barely a squeak. "She's… she's my everything."

Winter's eyes narrowed. "Mina, huh?" A dangerous glint flickered within them. "Then perhaps it's time Mina learned the true meaning of sacrifice."

Y/n's heart lurched. He knew, with a horrifying certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate to hurt Mina. He had to get away, to warn Mina. But as he lunged for the bakery door, two burly men in black suits materialized behind Winter, blocking his escape.

"Let me go!" Y/n yelled, his voice choked with fear and defiance. He struggled against the men's grip, but they were simply too strong. A chilling calm settled over Winter as Y/n was dragged away, his pleas for help swallowed by the rhythmic clatter of the mixer.

Back in the opulent prison that was now her mansion, Winter sank into a plush velvet chair, a manic glint in her eyes. Mina was a nuisance, a fly to be swatted away. Winter had the resources, the power, and a twisted sense of entitlement. She would see to it that Y/n understood that his life, his love, everything belonged to her now. The debt, she would convince him, was far from settled.

Winter wasn't above getting her hands dirty. The designer gowns and manicured nails were a facade, a chilling disguise for the monster that lurked beneath. The gifts, the trips, the suffocating luxury – they were all meticulously chosen to twist the knife. They were a constant, sickening reminder of the life Y/n had lost, a life he could never reclaim unless he bent the knee to his gilded prison.

The burly guards were ever-present, shadows flanking him wherever he went. Their stoic silence spoke volumes – a chilling reminder of his captivity, a constant pressure against his will. Winter reveled in his fear, a twisted aphrodisiac that fueled her obsession. His haunted eyes, once filled with warmth, were now a canvas of terror, and Winter found a perverse beauty in that reflection.

One evening, the silence in the opulent mansion was shattered by a strangled gasp. Winter found Y/n slumped on the plush carpet, clutching a single red rose – the same kind that bloomed outside Mina's bakery. A cruel smile, devoid of warmth, stretched across her face.

"Missing your little baker, Y/n?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Perhaps the croissants weren't so stale after all?"

Y/n scrambled to his feet, the rose falling from his grasp like a crimson tear. His voice, hoarse with terror, rasped, "Leave her alone, Winter. You don't understand."

Winter tilted her head, amusement dancing in her cold eyes. "Oh, I understand perfectly, darling," she countered, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "She's the weed threatening to choke the delicate flower of our love. But fear not, I've taken steps to ensure your garden remains… pristine."

Y/n's blood ran cold. He lunged for her, a desperate snarl twisting his features. But before he could reach her, the guards were upon him, pinning him to the floor with practiced ease. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air, cloying and thick. Winter held a small, crystal vial aloft, the liquid within shimmering like a captured rainbow.

"A little… encouragement," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling delight. "A reminder that some debts are settled not just with sacrifice, but with obedience."

The truth slammed into Y/n with the force of a sledgehammer. The rose, the scent – it wasn't a coincidence. Winter hadn't just threatened Mina, she'd… incapacitated her. The realization shattered the last vestiges of hope clinging to his heart. Tears streamed down his face, a silent scream lost in the suffocating opulence of the room.

Winter knelt beside him, her touch as cold and sterile as the diamond bracelet adorning her wrist. "Now, Y/n," she murmured, her voice a silken snare, "tell me everything about your little baker. Every detail, every secret. Only then can we truly begin to build a future… together."

A single tear escaped Winter's eye, but it wasn't a tear of remorse. It was a predator savoring its kill, a monstrous artist gazing upon her masterpiece. The once vibrant idol was gone, replaced by a chilling puppet master. In her twisted game of love, Winter wasn't just the prize – she was the player, the architect, the god. And Y/n, a broken marionette, was forever condemned to dance to her macabre symphony of obsession.

The air hung heavy with the stench of disinfectant and a cloying sweetness that clung to Winter like a second skin. Y/n, a hollow shell of his former self, stared at her with a mixture of resignation and a horrifying flicker of something akin to acceptance.

"You'll leave Mina alone," he rasped, his voice raw with despair. "That's the only condition."

Winter tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. The vial that once held the incapacitating agent was now empty, discarded like a child's forgotten toy. "Such a selfless offer, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with a mockery of sympathy. "But where's the fun in that?"

Y/n flinched, a tremor running through his thin frame. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate. He envisioned Mina, her bright smile replaced by a mask of fear, Winter's cold hand clamped over her mouth.

"Alright," he choked out, the words scraping against his throat. "Marry me. Just… don't you dare hurt her."

Winter's smile widened, a predator savoring the kill. "Such a devoted little lamb," she cooed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "But promises are meant to be broken, wouldn't you agree?"

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden screen on the wall flickered to life. It displayed a live feed – a quaint bakery, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Mina, oblivious, was humming as she dusted flour onto a counter.

Y/n lurched forward, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Winter, with a casual cruelty that sent shivers down his spine, grabbed a remote from the coffee table and pressed a single button.

The screen flickered, then went dark. A sickening silence descended on the room, broken only by Y/n's ragged gasps. Winter stood, her movements predatory as she circled him like a wolf stalking its prey.

A chilling laugh erupted from her throat, echoing in the opulent emptiness of the room. It was a sound devoid of joy, a symphony of twisted satisfaction.

"Consider it a wedding gift, darling," she purred, leaning down to meet his horrified gaze. "Now, shall we seal the deal?"

Before Y/n could react, she grabbed his face, her manicured nails digging into his skin, and slammed her lips onto his. The kiss was cold, a grotesque parody of affection. It reeked of victory, of a love so twisted it had curdled into something monstrous.

Y/n tasted blood, his own metallic tang mingling with the cloying sweetness of her perfume. When she finally pulled away, a single tear traced a path down her cheek.

"A beautiful beginning, wouldn't you say?" she whispered, her voice strangely devoid of emotion.

Y/n stared at her, his eyes hollow and dead. Winter had taken everything from him – his freedom, his love, and in a final, horrifying act, his very soul.

The opulent mansion, once a symbol of wealth and success, now echoed with the deafening silence of a broken man. Winter, the idol turned monster, had claimed her prize. But in her twisted victory, she had also forged her own gilded cage, a prison built on the ashes of love and the chilling emptiness of a heart consumed by a deadly obsession.

The world gasped. Winter, the electrifying idol, the epitome of sunshine and pop perfection, was getting married. Not to some fellow K-pop star, not to a wealthy heir, but to a simple baker from a small town. The news cycle spun with speculation, but the carefully orchestrated photos showed a radiant Winter, her smile brighter than ever, leaning on the arm of a shy-looking Y/n.

The wedding was a spectacle – a meticulously crafted performance. Winter, adorned in a dress that shimmered like a captured dream, walked down a rose-petal strewn aisle. The cheers and applause were deafening, a symphony orchestrated by her team. But beneath the flawless facade, a horrifying truth festered.

Y/n, his eyes as dead as the diamonds on her hand, was a ghost of his former self. His smile was a practiced rictus, a mask that hid the chilling emptiness within. Every touch from Winter felt like a branding iron, every whispered word a cruel reminder of the life he'd lost.

During the vows, Winter's voice, sweet and saccharine, spoke of eternal love and devotion. Y/n's response, devoid of emotion, echoed in the cavernous hall. Yet, the cameras captured a perfect picture: a love story for the ages.

The reception was a whirlwind of flashing lights and champagne flutes. Winter, a consummate performer, played the part of the blissful bride. Y/n, trapped in his gilded cage, danced with a practiced ease that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew him best.

As the night wore on, and the guests began to depart, the mask slipped from Winter's face. In the seclusion of their suite, a terrifying coldness settled in her eyes.

"You played your part well, darling," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth.

Y/n, a broken marionette, said nothing. There was nothing left to say. His silence was a deafening testament to the monster he was now chained to.

Winter leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "But remember, Y/n," she whispered, a cruel smile playing on her lips, "our dance has just begun."

The world reveled in the fairy tale wedding, oblivious to the chilling truth behind the glittering facade. Winter, the idol, had achieved her twisted victory. Y/n, trapped in a gilded cage with a monster disguised as a lover, was forever condemned to a dance macabre, his only companion the hollow echo of a love destroyed and a life stolen. The price of Winter's twisted obsession was a broken man, a chilling reminder that sometimes the most beautiful smiles hide the most terrifying darkness.

Months bled into a year, a year of gilded bars and a suffocating emptiness. Winter, however, seemed to grow restless. The sparkle in her eyes, once fueled by performance and adoration, had dimmed, replaced by a cold, steely glint.

One evening, as Y/n sat slumped in a plush armchair, a cold, clinical document landed in his lap. It was a fertility report, his name stark against the sterile white background. Winter stood before him, a predatory smile twisting her features.

"It seems you're perfectly healthy, Y/n," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling possessiveness. "Time to fulfill your duties as my husband, wouldn't you say?"

Y/n's blood ran cold. He understood now. This wasn't just about possession; it was about creating a permanent tie, a child who would forever bind him to her. The very thought of bringing a life into this twisted reality filled him with a soul-crushing despair.

But defiance was a luxury he no longer possessed. The guards, ever-present shadows, flanked him, a constant reminder of his captivity. He could fight, he could scream, but it would be a futile effort. Winter held all the cards, and Y/n was nothing but a pawn in her macabre game.

In the following weeks, the once vibrant mansion became a sterile prison. Doctors became regular visitors, their pronouncements echoing with a chilling finality. Y/n became a vessel, his body another stage for Winter's twisted performance.

The day the pregnancy test came back positive, Winter's smile could have rivaled the rising sun. Y/n, however, felt a cold dread settle in his gut. This wasn't a victory; it was a life sentence, not just for him, but for the innocent child who would be born into this gilded cage.

The world outside continued to celebrate Winter, the idol who had it all – a perfect marriage, a blossoming career, and now, a child on the way. But behind the carefully constructed facade, a monstrous truth festered. Winter, the idol, had become a puppeteer, her strings controlling not just Y/n's life,

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