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astraystayyh · 9 months

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You're sexy I'm sexy

Jeongin x reader. Friends to lovers. Lots of pining and tension. Innie has a fat crush. Mention of alcohol and drinking!

Inspired by You're sexy I'm sexy by Eric Nam, also by this moodboard by @chachachannah <3

Jeongin is out with his friends, and you. You're tipsy and sitting on his lap, and he doesn't think he can keep his crush for you at bay anymore.

skz song series masterlist.

a.n: 7/8 of the series and a little fun break from all the angst <3 can't believe there is only one fic to go now :")

Jeongin is out with nine of his friends, they are loud and boisterous, their laughter echoing throughout the small bar they're in. Yet, the only thing he can seem to focus on is you. You're giggling at a joke Minho just told, and it feels as if your laugh is molten sunshine, running through his veins and igniting him from within.

You squint your eyes as you take a sip of your drink, your nose scrunching up as the liquor grazes your tastebuds, and Jeongin can't seem to take his eyes off of you. He is enthralled by your every move, and you're not even doing anything.

He's had a crush on you for a while, four months to be exact- 120 days where his every waking moment was spent thinking of you. It happened so abruptly, taking him completely off-guard. He's never felt this way before- a blushing mess, putty in your hands, so pliable for you to mold however you want.

He shakes his head, tugging slightly at his black bangs. He remembers how you complimented him on his new color, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You’re always so nonchalant, in your way of touching him as if you don't leave him burning up in your trail. As if your knee bumping into his doesn't make electricity shoot through his body, as if your arm resting lazily on his shoulder doesn't make the world around him fade away, until all he sees is you.

You stand up to go get another drink, and Jeongin finally feels as if he can breathe again. "You're staring at yn," Hyunjin nudges his side with his elbow, and Jeongin drawls out a whine, hiding his face in his hands, "I know."

Some time has passed, and Chan has called over some people he knows, so now everyone is squeezed into this tiny brown booth with Jeongin at the end of it. But no one seems to mind the lack of space, everyone is delighted the exam season is finally over.

You come back, a red drink in your hand, and Jeongin can tell it’s you just from the intoxicating smell of your perfume. He's learned to recognize you through those small details- he can even distinguish your soft knocks on his door when you visit his dorm.

There is no place left for you in the booth, and you pout slightly. Jeongin goes to stand up to leave you his place, but you push him gently back down.

"Do you mind?" you ask, pointing at his lap and he startles, looking between you and his legs. He stays silent for a while, unsure of how to answer, and you smile slightly.

"Never mind, it's okay," you leave to get a chair but he grabs your hand abruptly, pulling you on top of his lap.

Jeongin doesn't know what's taking over him, he's never been this bold. But he accounts it on the one sip of alcohol he's taken, this, and the fact you proposed such a thing. He knows you're tipsy because your cheeks are tinted pink and you don't seem to mind where you’re sitting, on his lap.

Jeongin can't think straight anymore, too overwhelmed by the warmth of your body. You are everywhere, all at once, and he feels a sudden urge to bury his face in your hair and never let go. You move your hair to your right shoulder, and the scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. The curve of your neck is exposed, and he wonders what would happen if he grazed it with his teeth.

Would shivers run down your spin? Would you gasp softly, pupils dilating as if trying your best to take him all in?

You are laughing, again, and the melodic sound pulls Jeongin out of his wandering thoughts. He finds it endearing, how your entire body shakes when you chuckle, as if laughter reverberates through you from head to toe. Was it normal to be so aware of someone's existence? To know them more than you know yourself?

"Am I bothering you?" you turn to ask him, a soft smile on your face, and he shakes his head. It felt as if his tongue was tied in an impossible knot, he couldn't think, or dare to speak with you so near.

"You're warm," you point out, placing your cold hands on his heated cheeks. He closes his eyes, leaning into your cooling touch.

"Here, let me," you smile, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and shrugging it off of him. He simply watches as you place the discarded jacket on top of your lap, before rolling the sleeves of his white t-shirt a bit upward. Your hand lingers on his forearm, squeezing it lightly, and it feels as if you’ve sealed the skin with your palm. Anyone who gazes at it will be able to tell you touched him.

You lean your back onto his chest, and Jeongin tentatively wraps his arm around your waist. Your hand reaches up to play absentmindedly with his silver rings, and he wonders what you must look like to other people. He wanted them to think that you were a couple, he realizes. Maybe if enough people believed it, it'd become a reality.

The night passes and the place beside Jeongin frees up, but you stay on his lap. His chin is now on your shoulder, your back snug against his chest. He can feel every twitch of your body and every soft exhale you take, and he unconsciously mirrors your actions, as if looking for any way to intertwine your being with his.

He goes to grab a water bottle from the table but you hand it to him, unscrewing the cap in the process. You turn to face him, as he brings the bottle to his mouth, his eyes still fixated on you. A water droplet runs down his throat, and you trace over its path with your finger lightly, which makes his Adam's apple bob up and down furiously.

Your finger doesn't leave his skin- you are tracing over his collarbones now, and he licks his lips nervously. Your touch is barely there, it would be farfetched to even compare it to a feather. But it's you who's touching him, so he feels it, everywhere.

Your hand moves to rest on top of his chest, and he knows you can feel his heart beating widely in there. He thinks the entire room can hear it at this point. A testament of what you do to him, of what you make him feel. Only you.

"Hi there," you smile innocently and Jeongin lets out a dry chuckle, his hooded eyes gazing intensely into yours.

"Hey you," he whispers, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. His gaze flickers from your eyes, to your nose and then to your lips. It stays there, too enamored to possibly move somewhere else. You're talking, he knows you are, but he can't seem to hear what you are saying.

He can't blame it on the alcohol because he hasn't even drunk that much. But his mind is foggy with thoughts of you, of what he wants to do with you, if you'd let him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" you ask, a slight giggle rhythming your words.

"Do you even know how pretty you are," he says in awe before his eyes slightly widen in shock. Did he just say this out loud?

"Is that why you kept looking at me all night?" you smile, a hint of teasing in your tone, and Jeongin buries his head in your shoulder. "Shut up," he says lowly, embarrassment clear in his voice at being caught.

"It's okay, you're so pretty too," you smile, pulling his head away so you'd be able to look at him again.

His eyes find your lips instantly, like two magnets that can't help but be drawn to one another- fated to be together, no matter how much they try to stay apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathlessly, raw hope dripping from his tone. "We don't have to be something more I just-"

You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his, desperately, and he gasps onto you as if you're the oxygen with which he breathes. You taste sweeter than he could've ever imagined, and he's getting drunk from the way your mouths move against one another. He wraps his arm around your waist, thumb brushing your sides gently in an effort to bring you impossibly close. Your hands finds his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it, and it's as if you wanted this too all along. As if Jeongin wasn't alone in his longing for you.

Your lips are soft, immensely so, and he doesn't think he can go back to not kissing you. To preserving you in his mind as a fond memory, not when he knows what it feels like to have his mouth on yours.

"I want to be somebody to you," he says between kisses, desperation lacing his words. He doesn't care how needy he sounds. He's been waiting for four months. If there is a slight chance you like him back, he'd take it and water it enough until it blooms into something much more.

"You already are," you smile into the kiss, your teeth clashing against his which makes you both giggle. "You'll kiss me again when we are sober, right?"

"I'll kiss you for the rest of my life if you'd let me," he brushes his nose against yours gently, and you smile softly at him, wiping the remains of your red lipstick from the corner of his mouth. He places a tender kiss on your wrist, before pressing his swollen lips onto yours again.

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malarign · 4 months

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hi can i get an enhypen when you are jealous ? also can you tag @chmberfve that’s my account but i’m not logged in at the moment 🩷

invidia

contains: ot7 x fem!reader | genre: angst, fluff | tw! mention of nam joohyuk and stray kids’ bangchan and felix, honestly idk what else i have no energy to read that sorry | wc: 1,6k

author’s note: sorry it took so long @chmberfve!! hope you like it though!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

heeseung really loved it whenever you came backstage with them during promotions

it wasn’t something unusual though, since you were one of their stylists

but apart from preparing his makeup, you had to sometimes take care of the others

which well, he didn’t really enjoy watching

no matter how many times it happened he just couldn’t get used to it, especially today when you had to do pretty detailed makeup for jay

“Can you hold your head straight? I’m begging you Heeseung,” one of the stylists sighed countless time and just forcefully made him face the mirror and not the two of you.

He huffed and tried to watch you in the reflection of the mirror but to his dissatisfaction, you were completely out of sight.

“Open your eyes now for me,” you asked Jay, completely unaware of the simmering with jealousy boyfriend who maybe didn’t see everything, but he could hear everything.

His stylist went to grab another brush was his cue to grab a chance and take a look at the situation to his left. The view made him open his mouth slightly and furrowed his brows.

“Maybe just sit on his lap, wouldn’t it be easier that way?” he blundered out, making you stop and finally realize what your boyfriend has been going through.

You covered your mouth, in an attempt to suppress your laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” he mumbled under his nose, not completely aware of two hair rollers on his bangs that made him look rather hilarious.

“Kinda, yeah.” Your voice came out muffled.

He wanted to argue more, but he got interrupted, by his poor stylist, who now didn’t waste time to ask him, but just forcefully moved his head, saving you from another nag.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

let’s just say you shouldn’t have covered heeseung when you spotted him napping

poor boy got woken up by jay snatching it from his body

too confused to ask questions he thankfully just got on his side and continued sleeping

while jay stood still with the said blanket in his hand

giving you one of those disappointed looks

“How about you cover your boyfriend when he’s taking his nap?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Babe, you’re going to wake him up,” you reasoned and brought your pointer finger to your lips.

“I don’t care, why do you do?” he said even a bit louder and quicker.

He would look intimidating with the way his jaw got tense and palms squeezed in fists, if not for the pout on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile while taking a few steps to get closer to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you mumbled against his lips before planting a soft peck on them.

His brows raised. “Me? Jealous?” He pointed at his chest with his pointer finger. Nodding you noticed a pair of eyes watching you from the couch.

“That was so disgusting,” said Heeseung, clearly awake now and disgusted from your mushy moment.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

the moment he saw you talk with felix and chan he was so happy

he really wanted you to meet them and get along

but ig he didn’t expect you to get so close in just one gathering??

unfortunately for you (and him) he’s a pouty jelly bf

so the moment it was just the two of you he asked you an unreasonable amount of questions

“Do you like Felix more than me?” You could swear he was just on the other side of your living room yet he somehow teleported next to you causing a mini heart attack.

“What? No, of course not,” you said confused, scanning his sad eyes and pouty lips.

“How about Chan? Do you think I should work out more?” he continued his interrogation with you.

A smile crept to your lips watching his manic state, but you finally had to stop this madness. Cupping his cheeks managed to make him shut his mouth and finally look at you after minutes of him avoiding your gaze.

“I’m overreacting, right?” He bit his lower lip and smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckled and gave him a quick peck. “You have nothing to worry about, though. I don’t want them, because they’re not you.”

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

now you would definitely know when his feeling jealous by his unusual silence at home

not even your lame jokes would make him utter a word

and today you completely crossed the line by borrowing a hoodie from sunoo

tbh you knew that he would react like this but c’mon

at least you had an excuse to cling to him even more, as an apology

Sunghoon brushed past you coolly for the nth time that evening, this time nonchalantly taking a juice from the fridge you were currently rummaging through. You followed with your eyes his silhouette and scanned his features — nose raised high and adamant look typical for his jealousy now decorated his whole demeanor.

“So you’re really jealous about that hoodie.” You closed the fridge and leaned on the kitchen island.

He slowly turned his head to face you, still unimpressed. “No,” he answered shortly.

“So you are!” You poked his side and he glared at you. Before he could say something you already climbed on your toes to plant multiple kisses on his jaw, cheeks, and finally lips. “Nah, you’re not going to bribe me with kisses,” he shook his head after you were done.

“You didn’t oppose it though.” You smiled triumphantly, making him roll his eyes.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t ask me, your boyfriend, to lend you a hoodie. You know I have plenty of them since you’re constantly cold, yet you asked none other but him…”

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

he really rarely gets jealous, though there are times he just breaks

massages his temples and sighs, doesn’t matter if you do this on purpose

unfortunately (for him) you manage to make him lose his cool with a huge success

“what about me???”

It wasn’t the first time Sunoo recommended a drama, but your excitement and investment in new episodes were definitely higher than usual. And he couldn’t blame you, who wouldn’t fall for Nam Joo-hyuk? However, your obsession started to concern him, leading to his jealousy. But you skipping edits of your own boyfriend only to watch edits of your new favourite actor was the complete crossing of boundaries.

“What are you watching?” Sunoo said snatching your phone and throwing it on the other side of the couch. You opened your eyes wide in shock and somehow managed to not throw hands at him.

“Sun, that was very important!” You tried to get it back but he stopped you.

“You must’ve lost your mind to think he is more important than your boyfriend! Hello? I’m right here!” He argued, holding your phone as far away as he could, while you fought for your life and wellbeing.

“If you saw that edit you would understand!” You tried to bribe him.

“I’m sure engenes edits are much better. Or my fancams. Anything!”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

now it’s not easy to either make jungwon lose his patience or get jealous

but when he is he rather communicates it with you

telling you he didn’t appreciate the way you ignored him and just talked to heeseung

or how you showed your soft spot for riki and not him (honestly how could you?)

though he has one (1) weak spot which is sleeping on the shoulder of somebody who isn’t him

Jungwon tried really hard not to glare at Sunoo, though it was much harder said than done. You were peacefully sleeping, and after eight long hours of running errands, you just dozed off on his shoulder.

Why couldn’t you just wait a second for him to come back from the bathroom? He left you for not even 5 minutes yet you managed to drift away.

“Are you comfortable?” he suddenly asked, a little too loud.

Sunoo frowned and held his pointer finger against his lips. “You’re going to wake them up. And yes, I am. Thank you for your concern,” he replied and continued scrolling social media.

Jungwon pursed his lips in a thin line, knowing there was only one last thing he could do. “You know she’s sometimes drooling in her sleep, right?”

His question made Sunoo look up, first, he glanced at Jungwon then at you. “Y/n? You can now lean on your boyfriend.” Poor boy got scared of a pool of saliva potentialy forming on his jacket and quickly woke you up.

Confused you looked around and smiled at the view of Jungwon, unaware of his blatant lie continued to slumber now on his shoulder.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

THIS BABEYY

pouts, sulking and crossing his arms were the main indicators of his jealousy usually caused by you daring to laugh at sunghoon’s jokes

they’re not even that funny? his jokes are way funnier than any of them

multiple sighs and clearing throat interrupted his every word now, all of this accompanied by his intense glares

talk about being petty and sassy

He knew what awaited him the moment he heard your laughter through the door to their dance practice room. Rolling his eyes he walked in nonchalantly, lowkey expecting you to stop but you dared to continue to be in convulsions. Tears ran down your cheeks as your hands grabbed your stomach.

“I can’t!” you managed to utter through giggles, unable to catch your breath properly.

Riki watched you carefully, waiting for you to finally acknowledge his presence. Finally, he cleared his throat, gaining your and the rest of his members’ attention.

“Hi baby,” you said, leaning on his shoulder. He usually would lay his head on top of yours yet he didn’t, making you sit straight. What hit you instantly was his visible pout. “Oh, you’re sulking?”

“I’m not,” he mumbled, but his pout sold him out.

“Ohh, somebody’s jelly!” Jake pointed to him causing a fit of laughter and the teasing began.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

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benkeibear · 4 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Eating Pussy

❖ Characters: Tengen, Obanai, Mitsuri

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.2k

❖ Summary: A detailed description of how they eat you out

❖ WARNINGS: oral (reader receiving and giving with Mitsuri), fingering, body worship, face sitting, mentions of penetrative sex and overstimulation

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☰ Tengen:

Tengen treats your cunt like some divine meal every time you let him have it. It doesn't matter which position either. He's a massive giver but loves to receive as well although he won't ever pressure you into it - more than happy to have your legs wrapped around his head while his mouth is busy with your core.

If he had to choose, he'd say that having you sit on his face is his favorite position, followed by having your legs over his shoulder and your sweet ass right at the edge of whatever object he can sit you on. The attention is on your pleasure alone, his hard-on can be taken care off after and he couldn't care less about it when you straddle his face.

His eyes are right on yours when he pulls your hips down with his strong hands, bicolored fingernails digging into your flesh without hurting you and your folds are mere millimeters above his awaiting lips. Both of you look at the other with this hunger in your eyes, a certain anticipation in the air of who caves in first. Will you smother his lips with your wetness or will he give in and run his tongue through your folds?

It's safe to say that most of the time you're the one who's losing this little game, far too needy to resist him any longer and you can feel the relief radiating off of him when you finally cave, his eyes closing in bliss when your cunt connects to his lips in a needy grinding motion. And while he likes how needy you are for him he will hold your hips still, not needing much of his strength to halt any movement. He won't make you wait for his caress either, soft lips kissing your clit before gently sucking on it and letting his tongue rub over it in a way that leaves you gasping for air, your hips trying to buck against the firm grip his hands have on them and it's hard to remain some posture and not ride his face right then and there.

Tengen's eyes carry this knowing glint in them, knowing exactly what he's doing to you so he lets off, lets your lung draw in a much needed breath, steady in and out as his tongue travels through your folds to explore your cunt as if he didn't know every spot he had to touch in order to make you crumble, legs shaking around his head - He just loves to tease you, to make you wait for the moment the knot snaps and then some more.

His hands dig into the flesh of your ass when his tongue dives into your entrance, desperate to taste your arousal, longing to have it melt on his tongue like the sweetest honey he's ever tasted. Every fiber in his body was demanding for you by now, making it increasingly hard to hold back.

His self restraint gets thrown out of the window the moment your hands tangle in his hair to pull on it, your hips using their new found freedom to rut against your lovers face and your head falls back on its own accord at the sweet pleasure you feet when his nose nudges against your clit while his tongue explores your cunt.

Eyes red like wine, half open when he lets you ride his face until he angles his face new, his tongue eagerly flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves in time with your small thrusts, his hips matching your thrusts now, desperate to bury his cock into you but you he won't let himself - not yet.

When he feels your legs starting to quiver around his head he knows your close, hands moving to help your hips keep up with their speed as he makes sure to pay all his attention to your needy little clit. Your thighs muffle the sound of the moans that fall from your lips but the way you squeeze him so tight is enough for him to almost lose his mind and when your jaw goes slack, a whimpered moan of his full name with title falling off your lips he is in heaven. Your orgasm gets prolonged by the way his tongue never lets you recover, selfishly lapping at your cunt to taste more of you, needing more of your arousal on his tongue and he will keep going until you beg for his cock filling you up.

☰ Obanai:

Obanai found the idea of cunnilingus weird, almost scary when Tengen talked about it slightly drunk on a guys night. He only meant well since he heard Obanai got a new partner and figured advice would be a good thing for the inexperienced man. And it was true, he took all advice he could get for you. But his... mouth? Could he be able to make you feel good with it? He doubted it but you already pleasured him so well, sucking him off numerous times already so why should he not return the favor?

His approach to it was quite reserved, almost shy but you reassured him that he didn't need to do this if he didn't feel comfortable with the idea - you were more than content with your relationship as it was - But Obanai insisted on it but asked for the lights to be off. You've seen his scars before and you didn't deem him for ugly for having them, they didn't change the way you looked at him, eyes full of love but you respected his request and turned off the lights.

While you found your way back to his futon you could hear the sound of his bandages coming lose and you extended your hand to cup his cheek, thumb stroking across the scarred skin before your lips connected with his to ease into this new territory for him.

When things escalated, Obanai found himself between your bare thighs, his breath ghosting over your folds and letting you shudder, thighs falling open further at the anticipation and you could hear him gulp. His cheek was pressed against the plush of your inner thigh when his slender hand was caressing the other thigh before touching your core, leaving you gasping. Your reaction startled him but he lowered his face to where his hand was resting, tongue darting out to get a taste of you.

The smallest kitten lick over your sensitive clit, eager to be pleased, made you whimper for more, your fingers raking over your own thighs to ground yourself so you wouldn't push his head closer, needing more than little kitten licks but you let him experiment.

Obanai was well aware that you needed more than this, reading your body language and he wanted to give everything to you. The taste of your slick made his head spin and his arms wrapped around your thighs to get you closer in such a needy way while his tongue dove deeper and slipped into your cunt without a warning. It was almost like he was making out with your pussy, needy groans and grunts coming from him that traveled right into your core and tightened the knot in your stomach.

"Use your fingers and play with her little pearl" Tengens's words popped up in his head like a reminder that he's getting ahead of himself, acting on his selfish needs and he leaned back a little to even out his breath, his thumb taking care of your clit while he sorted out his thoughts that raced through his head but your sweet moans started to drown them out, calling him to you like a Siren lured a fisherman into his death - And Obanai would not mind to leave this world right then and there. You were too enticing to resist much longer.

His tongue quickly replaced his thumb on your clit and his slicked up fingers slid inside of you. The way you clawed into his hair took him off guard and so did the rutting of your hips but the way you cry out his name left him smiling against your core - he was making you feel good.

His tongue experimentally flicked over your clit which you seemed to like just as much as his fingers curling inside of you so he wouldn't stop. Your moans grew in volume, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment but when you heard the whine he usually let go when he releases you felt how his hips were rutting into the futon beneath. His assault on your cunt however didn't cease, fingers working more eager than before when his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves.

That was all it took for the wave of pleasure to wash over you, your hands holding his head in place out of fear he would stop as your hips rolled upwards as your orgasm reached its highest point but Obanai didn't stop - he didn't want to stop.

The way you were mewling for him, how wet you got and how you just orgasmed all because of his mouth sure was boosting his ego and now he needed more of you.

☰ Mitsuri:

Mitsuri became a Hashira to find her true love but she didn't expect to find it in a Kakushi who was somehow always around where she was and the way your eyes lit up when she spoke to you had her falling for you - hard. She couldn't keep her fingers from you much longer, needing you like her lungs needed oxygen and her ways of showing her love and devotion were intoxicating to you. You couldn't resist her sweet self much longer and that's how you found yourself in the comfort of her futon, wrapped in her arms with your lips locked in an intimate kiss, almost needy.

Your proximity wasn't enough for either of you, bodies craving another, craving to be caressed, loved and pleased - which neither of you tried to stop from happening.

She prefers the 69 position simply for the fact that she can pour her love into giving while not denying herself from giving into pleasure. Her strong legs straddled your head after she shot you a sweet smile and her head disappeared between your thighs. The little squeak that errupted when she bit the flesh of your inner thigh made her giggle as she kissed down towards where you needed her most. Strong arms were wrapped around your thighs so her fingers could still reach your core where she gently spread your folds apart, whimpering at how wet you were for her and she couldn't hold back any longer. Her sweet tongue moved up and down your spread folds in a zigzag motion that left you arching your back at how good it felt, eyes fluttering shut and when you managed to open them back up you looked right at possibly the prettiest little pussy you've ever seen - pink and dripping wet for you.

Mitsuri wasted no time to make you taste her, blatantly lowering her hips until she was grinding her cunt against your eager tongue, matching her rhythm on your clit when you finally wrapped your arms around her hips to have her impossibly close. Both of you were just mewling and moaning against the other, tongues flicking, fingers digging into flesh in a race of getting the other to release first - none of you knew why it mattered but fuck - she made you feel better than you've ever felt before.

You wanted to taste her release on your tongue before you came, flipping you both over so you were on top now, your pussy just out of reach of her tongue as a string of saliva connected your lips to her folds before letting a drop of spit fall down onto her exposed clit. You chuckled when your saliva mixed with her arousal and dove back in to render her breathless but it was you who moaned the loudest when her talented fingers slid into your cunt and made you crave her tongue again. She was a little vixen, having you wrapped around her fingers and needing her more than anything so you let her have you.

Her tongue returned to roll your little pearl while three of her delicate fingers worked you open until you couldn't do much but deliver kitten licks to her clit and mewl her name. Would she make you beg? You wondered but you got your answers mere seconds later when her tongue picked up the speed once again which finally pushed you over the edge, hips rutting against her sweet face which caused hers to thrust upwards in need of your caress but the orgasm rendered you useless. She didn't let off either, fingers never stopping when her tongue flicked your slicked clit repeatedly despite your pleas of mercy.

But Mitsuri was deprived of love for so long, she won't stop loving your cute cunt until you beg her to.

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#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #tengen x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #tengen smut #obanai smut #mitsuri smut #kny x reader #kny smut #tengen uzui #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #ghostqueues

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muniimyg · 7 months

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NAKED // KNJ

note to self: take baths alone from now on

in which nam joon takes any and every opportunity to see you naked

pairing: boyfriend nam joon + oc

au/genre:

(new) established relationship

non-idol au

fluff, crack, and smut

warnings:

explicit langauge and behaviour ...

cockwarming & riding,, some titty grabbing & basic ass position changes

THEY SAY ILY FOR THE FIRST TIME :D

note: originally posted on @/meowachi ,, revised !!

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The water is colder than you expected.

Your body reacts with goosebumps to which you let out a shiver. Maybe you took too much time getting everything ready that you missed this bath water’s prime temperature… Guess you didn’t girl-math this right.

Oh well.

There’s always next time, right?

Thankfully, his bare body holding yours makes it easier to adjust. He nuzzles his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, not missing the chance to hold your breasts for a moment. You scold him as if it’s second nature and he leaves a trail of kisses up and down your neck as an apology.

Then, you take this moment in. Honestly, setting up music was a good idea. Along with the scented candles, the bubbles in your bath, the bath lavender bath bomb, and the bath salts—all such amazing details. Everything would’ve been perfect if only Nam Joon wasn’t complaining every five seconds.

“I hate baths.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“The bath salts went up my ass—”

Finally, you shush him.

“Please,” he cries, “can we fuck?”

Rolling your eyes, you raise your hand and flick him with your fingers. He purses his lips and shuts his eyes in response. Nam Joon sighs, feeling defeated for the nth time tonight. Prior to this bath, he had suggested shower sex. To which, you argued you’d be too afraid to try since you’re as clumsy as they come… And he himself… Well, it was nice of him to ask.

It’s not like you didn’t want to have sex tonight… No, of course, you do. Your handsome and beefy boyfriend was naked, holding you.. Who wouldn’t be turned on? You just feel like being annoying. You want to push him as far as you can. You want to see how good he stays. How well self-disciplined he is.

So, you sink into his body again, taking another deep breath in.

Let’s try this again.

Relax.

You want to relax.

That’s all you want to do.

It doesn’t last. A few giggles escape your lips as he begins to place small kisses on your shoulder all the way to the sides of your face.

“Nam Joon…” you attempt to sound annoyed.

In his low voice, he hums; “Yes, my love?”

“You’re not making me feel relaxed!” Suddenly, you squirm as he bites your shoulder playfully. “I want to—stop that! I just want to relax, Joonie! You said you wanted to join me. You insisted.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, only half meaning his apology. No, he wasn’t sorry. He was a man, after all. What idiot would turn down being naked in a tub of water with you? Fucking losers, that’s who.

He squishes your body closer to him. “So... is this what you do?”

You nod.

“Is this all that you do? This is so boring. You don’t even have those ducks to play with or like a toy boat that moves—”

“Nam Joon,” you warn, groaning at how talkative he’s becoming. “You can leave. I wouldn’t mind watching you ass walk away right now.”

He laughs in response, getting the hint. You want to relax. He wants to be with you. This was the middle ground.

“Sorry,” he means it this time. “I’m just bored.. Like, I pictured this to be more… Sexy? Aren’t you supposed to seduce me?” Nam Joon wiggles his eyebrows at you. To that, you offer him and confused look.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ve been seducing you this entire time..” you gaslight.

He lowers his gaze. “You’ve been ignoring me since the minute we settled in the tub.”

“Aren’t you turned on?”

“No.”

You smile at him warmly, yet your tone is cold. “My love, if that’s the case… Then why do I feel your dick poking in between my legs right now?”

He gulps.

“It’s hard.”

“I thought you said it’s boring.”

Nam Joon whines, “___, my dick is hard. I’m bored. Please sit on it.”

You gasp.

Although, you can’t say you aren’t surprised. You’ve been together for less than a year yet he has never missed a chance to suggest such acts. Most days, you’d give in and it would be a good time. But today… You figure it would be much more fun to be a tease. This mood is sponsored by your incoming period. Regardless if it’s PMS or all your stress from work; it didn’t really matter. You just knew you weren't in the mood for super wet, slippery, hot sex in cold bath water. Imagine all the water that would be splashed on the floor! You’d be the one left to clean all of it up. Nam Joon would probably slip and hurt himself if you ordered him to do the cleaning duties.

“Okay,” you tease. “I’ll sit on your dick.”

He cheers.

“But I won’t move.”

“W-what?” Nam Joon blinks.

You shrug, pushing yourself up on his lap. When you find his length, you quickly guide it inside of you. No warning, not even a little rub in between. Nam Joon gulps the second he feels his cock inside of you. Unlike the water, you’re so warm. He hisses, feeling his dick begin to throb inside your tight walls.

“M-mean,” he hisses. “You’re so mean.”

Ignoring him, you sink yourself even deeper. Now, he’s fully inside you and you’re completely sitting on him. You feel his tip and how far he is inside you.. It makes your body feel tingles and you honestly contemplate if you should just give in.

He feels so good.

… And you hate to admit it but you overestimated yourself.

You’re having a hard time too.

Yet, you stick it through. You have to! Rare are the moments you get where Nam Joon loses complete control.

“You asked me to sit on your dick. Sure, I’ll sit on your dick… But I’m not moving. I’m not going reverse cowgirl style. I’m not going doggy. I’m not fucking you.”

“So you’re just going to cockwarm me?” he asks, feeling betrayed. “But you love riding me!”

You glare at him. “No, I don’t. It’s tiring. It’s boring.”

Nam Joon’s eyebrows furrow together. He tries his best to focus on your words and not how perfect you are inside of him. He’s stressed as fuck but he needs to prove to you that he can get through this… He has a feeling that winning you over will get him the reward he’s been after.

“Then why do you do it?”

This is news to him too. You always looked like you enjoyed riding him. Honestly, you probably ride him more than you two do in any other position. Also, why would he question it? You never really complained until now. It’s one of the things he liked so much about you.. It’s like, you just knew him.

“You love it and I love you—”

Your eyes widen.

Did you really just say that? All this time, you were worried about slipping… Who knew it wasn’t about your body but rather your words?

You two haven’t said it to each other yet. God, this is so fucking embarrassing. In this position too? In a fucking cold ass bath? It should’ve been more romantic! Plus, he should’ve said it first! You had it all planned out.. You were going to get it out of him before you could say it first.

As you open your mouth to deny, take back, or spit out an excuse, his words make your world stop.

“I love you too.”

Your breath hitches. “W-what?”

“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve been meaning to tell you.. For the past like… Six months but I couldn’t find the right moment. I figured one day, you’d just get it out of me yourself.” Nam Joon looks awfully shy to you right now. It makes your heart flutter.

“I thought the same,” you confess. “I wanted you to say it first.”

“Okay,” Nam Joon chuckles, “Then I said it first.”

Your heart begins to pound louder and faster. God, was he always this good with words? In all honesty, Nam Joon has no problem being the first to yield or confess.. He just needed time. Right now, he knew it well. You’re the right person at the right time. He’s so grateful.

“I wanted it to be more romantic.”

Instantly, he dips his head and kisses you slowly. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. “A slow kiss. Romantic, right? Better?”

You shake your head.

“You have to hold my hand when you say it,” you whine. “It only makes sense that way.”

“Then, you have to look at me,” he negotiates. “You can’t be looking the other way when I say it.”

“Fine.”

You shift, pulling his dick out for a second. You adjust yourself, opening your legs and facing him. Now, your breasts were completely in front of him. He takes slow deep breaths as you put him inside you again. You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head.

God, you’re so sexy.

With or without clothes, Nam Joon thinks you’re the sexiest human to ever exist. It wasn’t because your body was perfect; it was all because of the way you carried your confidence. It was that exact something he sensed and fell into an intense trance over. Moments like these play over and over in his head when he’s away from you. Moments where he feels so close to you. Physically, this was it. There is nothing more he could ask for.

You: naked and on top of him.

But more than that, what makes moments like these so special is the fact that he feels like he knows your soul. Bare, imperfect and so loving. It was sexy to have someone like you. It was something he had never experienced before with past loves. This was a first for him. A first real, sexy, and beautiful love. It was more than your body—it always has been. Regardless, who is he to not try? At the end of the day, he has needs.

“Say it.”

He laughs as he intertwines your fingers together. He raises them above the water to show you. Bringing your hands to his lips, he looks up at you and kisses your knuckles.

“I love you, ___.”

You pout.

He kisses your wrist and then pulls you closer to him. He kisses your breast, your collarbone, your shoulder, your cheeks, and the corner of your lip. “I’ve loved you for a while now. I’m sorry it took a cold bath to get it out of me.”

“Should’ve taken a bath together sooner.”

He laughs into your kiss. “Too bad the bath salts aren’t making me feel too sexy right now,” he confesses his uncomfortability. This is his last attempt. “Unless…”

“Spit it out,” you say, unamused.

“It’s just—”

“We’re not fucking in this bath of cold water, Joon. Give it up!” you laugh as you cup his cheeks together. You squish his lips with your thumb and index, making kissy faces at him. “No more fucking around.”

His suggestive eyes suddenly soften. “Fucking? ___, I wanted to make love… Since, you know.. I love you.”

Three times.

He said, “I love you,” three times now.

And perhaps, you’re not built for this hard-to-get lifestyle when the love of your life says such dreamy things. Of course, you’d give in. As they all say; the third time’s a charm.

You burst into laughter, unable to hold yourself back. Desperately, you kiss him for what feels like forever, and as much as you resist; you end up riding him.

The second you move yourself up and down, Nam Joon’s eyes widen and he smiles into the kiss. He can’t believe he won you over.

“Fucking finally… Or should I say… Finally fucking?” Nam Joon chides, liking his word play more than he should.

Nerd alert.

You grunt, “s-shut up.”

As you two continue to make out, you begin to move your hips as you slowly but surely begin to bounce on his hard cock. It feels so good to finally do this. As you move at a faster pace, the water begins to splash and for a second, you turn your head to make sure it isn’t going to flood the floor. But Nam Joon places his hand on your chin and the top of your neck, guiding you to look at him.

“Don’t look away,” he hisses. “It’s just water. Focus on me.”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheeks.

For stability, you place your hands on his chest. You feel his heart and how fast it’s racing. His skin has little goosebumps due to the cold water, but you can also see sweat from his forehead lightly layer on top of his perfect skin. His eyebrows are knitted together, as he gathers all his mental strength not to cum yet. At one point, you see his lips make an ‘o’. Why was he trying so hard to last?

“Just cum,” you assure him. “It’s fine.”

He shakes his head, refusing to give in this early. “It’s your fucking boobs,” Nam Joon blames. “Mmhff—s-shit. What the hell. Fuck it.”

Without warning, he places his hands on your waist and lifts you up. Nam Joon gently, yet firmly, turns you over. Your chin rests just over the rim of the tub, along with your arms. Your back is arched as he backs your ass up to his dick. He takes his fingers and plays with your clit for a bit. You moan, unable to fathom just how fucking sexy this all is. You feel yourself coming close. Before you know it, he sticks himself back in and begins to pump. Nam Joon pumps himself at a steady pace. At first, they were short and fast strokes that made the water spill over and you moan louder than usual. As you reach your peak and so does he; his strokes transition to long and deep ones.

After a few more pumps, he lets himself go and cups your breasts with his hands. You don’t feel his cum inside of you as your walls still tingle, but you know it’s inside. Regardless of the water, you just know he creamed you messy as usual.

As you two catch your breath, he kisses your neck once again.

“For round two…” Nam Joon teases, “I’m thinking shower sex. Thoughts?”

“Haha,” you play along. “No.”

Nam Joon pouts, giving you puppy eyes. “... But I love you.”

You can’t help but melt.

Oh, you’re so fucked.

You know for a fact he’ll be using this line for a while… And it’ll work. He’ll get you every time. But it’s okay! You love him too. You want him too. You need him too.

Besides, you’ll be charging him the water bill.

#knj fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts imagine #bts one shot #bts boyfriend au #nam joon boyfriend #bts rm #bts rm smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x oc #namjoon fic #namjoon scenario #bts scenario #bts fluff #namjoon fluff

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jkbleep · 2 years

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kseniyagreen · 4 months

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The dramatic story of Juwon's wardrobe

In Beyond Evil, there is so much attention to detail that even the characters' clothing looks loaded with meaning. This is especially true for Juwon. He is a very closed hero and changes in appearance are a good way to show his inner dynamics.

The first time we see Juwon in an expensive but formal suit.

I want to note one point - the suit, although it looks stylish, is boring. This outfit is not so much for asserting superiority as a refuge, a case. Compare this to Han Gihwan, who always tries to look spectacular.

Another detail is that Juwon almost never wears ties, unlike his father and Hyuk. In the first half of the drama, he walks with an open throat all the time.

This can be a manifestation of rebelliousness, hidden vulnerability (willingness to open the throat of a potential enemy), or maybe his breathing problems due to suppressed anxiety.

Juwon's change starts … with the boots. After surviving a panic attack and making a public statement about serial murders, he arrives in Dongsik's basement wearing soiled boots. And he doesn't even notice it.

By Episode 7, Juwon is changing the narrow jacket for a more spacious raincoat. And since then, he has never changed the style of clothing-tent. He became more aware of his feelings and the need for freedom and space became more obvious.

During his three-month vacation, Juwon seems to have completely come to terms with the dirt - he doesn't even shake it off. And pay attention to the shoes!

In the first half of the series, Juwon's clothes were more of a protective case. After his vacation, he returns to rebel and impress.

And it changes not only the style of clothing, but also the hairstyle.

After Nam Sanbae's death, Juwon returns to his low-key style again. But the colors appear warmer and softer, and even the texture of the fabric itself creates a softer image.

The investigation gets closer and closer to his father, becomes personal - and Juwon begins to close his throat. His desire to warm up and take cover is almost palpable.

In the famous arrest scene, Juwon has the softest and lightest image. Here he relies on the other trusting himself in the hands of Dongsik. Although the chunky knit turtleneck sweater is a bit like chain mail.

Allusions to a knight and a bride in one image are a very typical combination for Juwon.

After falling to his knees in the rain, Juwon reverts to his style until Episode 9. Simpler and more open. He no longer defends himself.

This wardrobe story ends with "paired" outfits. Like Yin and Yang

#jtbc beyond evil #beyond evil #han juwon

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mindblowingscience · 2 days

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What if there was plastic-like material that could absorb excess nutrients from water and be used as a fertilizer when it decomposes? That product—a "bioplastic" material—has been created by University of Saskatchewan (USask) chemistry professor Dr. Lee Wilson and his research team, as detailed in a paper recently published in RSC Sustainability. The research team includes Ph.D. candidate Bernd G. K. Steiger, BSc student Nam Bui and postdoctoral fellow trainee Bolanle M. Babalola. "We've made a bioplastic material that functions as an absorbent and it takes phosphate out of water, where elevated levels of phosphate in surface water is a huge global water security issue," he said. "You can harvest those pellets and distribute them as an agricultural fertilizer."

#Science #Bioplastics #Chemistry #Tech #stem

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mctna2019 · 8 months

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"Hwi has been my friend for a long time, but I won't die for a friend"

Oh my God,Seon-ho is a biggest lier I've ever seen.I forgot this part but few min ago when I was watching some scene of ep 2 I found this scene.please watch it again and pay attention to Seon-ho's facial expressions that turn every sec. Dohwan is a really masterpiece actor and I don't know what can I say about his acting skill.he was afraid from killing examiner but he controlled his emotions in front of them.then when Namjeon told him about what should they do with Hwi(bc Hwi know that Namjeon bribed examiner).when he heard that,for few sec he thought worriedly and then he wore his emotionless mask again and suggested sending Hwi to military services. Namjeon didn't believe him at first but he tried to lie again and made some excuse to show him that he didn't care about Hwi anymore.(again pay attention to his face when he said that dialogue I wrote,he was sad and worry)every time I watch ep 4 when he switched places with Hwi to save him without thinking about himself, I remember that dialogue and I smile bitterly among the many sorrows that have accumulated in my heart, he was really a big liar .this two scene are my reasons for telling he sent Hwi there for saving him not for any damn reasons somebody think.

#my country the new age #my country: the new age #mctna #nam seon ho #seo hwi #woo do hwan #yang se jong #there's really many details in this show #and most of them make my heart hurt

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willofwinnie · 11 days

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Tales of the Abyss has a lot of smaller details throughout the game. All over the world has fonic writing, and it does have meaning. Spoilers ahead!

There are signs:

Even the map and logo has fonic:

Funny thing about the logo is that East and West are switched despite dialog and the in-game compass matching our own world's. It also displays numbers one through ten, going counterclockwise. There is not an x in the language so six is "si." Pretty neat!

The fonstone has fonic as well (spoilers):

In Mt Zaleho, the fonstone that Ion reads has fonic writing on it. When translated, it is a repeating phrase of "but out of sight." The top most point was more difficult until I realized it was just upside down. This is funny in a meta way because the player doesn't have the ability to read the score, so the true meaning of the words is "out of sight." Kudos devs. Though it is understandable, I also wouldn't want to write that whole score on that stone. It was a lot of text!

Nam Cobanda has a lot of fonic examples along with the plentiful other references:

It is not the first time Abyss referenced Tales of Eternia (Destiny 2). Many of Anise' Dolls are references to the game, plus cameos can be seen in the Coliseum.

Dragon Buster has fonic copyright notices. The cowboy booth is labeled the cyclone/hurricane (most likely tornado because of common tornado picking up cows imagery). Finally, for now, there's boxes on the shelves with letters. Not sure what they would mean, but they're there!

Props to the game developers for putting so much work into this game. It is very fun to try to find and translate the little details! These were only a few examples I have found, but hopefully, it is interesting to others as well!

#tales of the abyss

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blueberryarchive · 8 months

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Rain was pouring down outside your window when Jimin arrived at your door drenched, with an indecipherable shine in his pupils. His leather jacket glistened as it fell to the ground, and he reached for you, his wet, rough hand gripping your chin with uncontrolled force, kissing you so hard your teeth ached.

"Ji, what are you supposed to do here? My dad is going to be here any minute."

Jimin snorted, turning to you with a sly fluidity. In his movements, there was so much confidence that he scared you. His body only relaxed at times when he had hit the target. Jackpot.

He didn't care that your furniture got wet with his clothes or that his muddy boots left marks on the freshly washed floor. Tonight he didn't mind being a gentleman, bringing you a flower that he stole in a random market, or asking about your mom's health.

You were in your pajamas, waiting for your father to go get something for your mother. The little set did not escape Jimin's eyes, even when adrenaline coursed through his veins in such a way that his fingers trembled, and a smile did not vanish. It gnawed at him not being able to tell you the fistful of money he had right in the jacket that he had just thrown on the ground.

He moved the coppery strands from his face, revealing a bruise so you would stop talking about your father. Somehow he appreciated the punch, he hated that you spoke of your father as a deity, an invisible being that would prevent Jimin from going through your window at night to steal a kiss from you, and then two, two becoming complete studies of your anatomy with his lips. The pleasure of listening to every sound you make.

"Oh God," your voice shuddered, seeing the bruise.

When you got near to see it better, he examined your features; every detail. He loved you so fervently it scared him. He could leave anything behind except your beautiful face and your innocence. And to think that Namjoon left you for his shitty girlfriend.

The night he came to bring you your things from Nam's apartment, he consoled you with a simple kiss and a promise to get you away from that damned city and take you to a place where there was a beach where you two could rest from the pain of existing and just be able to enjoy eating ice cream in the afternoons.

Maybe you have forgotten, but not Jimin. Never Jimin.

Now whenever he could, he came to your window after climbing a couple of branches until he reached the glass window where two knocks away was his piece of heaven. A heaven with the smell of clean clothes and your strawberry shampoo.

"Do you have a suitcase?" he asked, biting his index finger eagerly. His rings decorated his hand, and sunglasses were on the tip of his nose.

"Suitcase? Jimin, my dad told me he's coming in five minutes. I need you to go. I told you it's too dangerous to be here." You reached out and took his face in your hands. There was a gesture of absolute security that didn't change after hitting him on the cheek. "Namjoon knows you've been coming."

"I don't care." he laughed childishly, reaches the inside of his pocket and gives you a withered daisy that's been there since this morning. You took it and sighed, putting it between his hair and his ear. The laugh, the flower, his colorful hair. How dare he be so enchanting in a moment of dread?

"How come you don't care. Are you stupid?" You mumbled, squeezing his temples. You turned to the window and covered your face in pure frustration. Your nerves were eating you alive.

Silence. The rain dimmed, and the candlelight seemed to increase its fire as Jimin's body stopped behind yours. His hands snaked up to your waist and neck, squeezing hard in both places.

"It's not your dad that's coming, is it?" you inhaled as much as his tether allowed you. "Don't lie to me, doll. You know I don't like it." His clenched teeth moved closer to your ear, pressing his nose into your profile. Both breathed sharply, one due to lack of air and the other due to excess of you.

"Namjoon said that I should stop seeing you." Just by mentioning that name, his body shook, letting his head fall on your shoulder with that devilishly contagious laughter.

"Ah, too bad Namjoon won't be able to come stop me."

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and your hands trembled trying to remove Jimin's hand from your neck.

"Look at your face, God, you're so cute when you're scared. I'm not an animal, I won't kill him. I just stole his car." he brought your body closer without moving his hands from his position until he took you to the window, the car was downstairs. "And the money in the metal box behind the sink."

Fuck. Jimin was going to die that night. Namjoon wouldn't forgive him for that.

"Run away with me, hm?" His fingers began to trace your chin and the beating vein in your neck. "I promise you that you will not have to work another day of your life, and I will give you everything you need: money, love, food, sex." A flirtatious smile from both of you, his thumb reached your lips, and you started playing with it.

His soaked body clung to the thin fabric of your pajamas, and you felt like you could sense every curve of his body, every muscle. You closed your eyes and gasped at the feel of his fingers rubbing against your clit.

"Say yes, say you'll go with me away from here. You'll regret it if you don't, you know because you're smart. Much more than all of them, than me, than fucking Namjoon." His fingers brushed against the spongy walls of your pussy and you turned into a nervous wreck on his arm that held your body.

"My parents-"

"Fuck your dad. I'm the one who knows what's best for you. I'm going to protect you, baby, I promise. God, you're so wet." His hand bulged between the little silk shorts you were wearing.

"Fuck me," you murmured, looking for a place to hold yourself, your hand leaning on the window.

"Say yes first."

You nodded vehemently, his arms turned you around and lifted you up. With his hand, he pushed aside the cloth that covered your pussy, and his cold hands slammed you against the glass, with nimble fingers he unzipped his jeans and wasted no time sinking you slowly but firmly in his cock.

"Fuck," he growled into your ear, licking your earlobe, the hairs on your arms standing up with the warm wetness.

The sudden rumbling of the door startled you. Jimin didn't even flinch without breaking the poisonous rhythm of going in and out of your cunt. His free hand covered your mouth as Namjoon's deep voice called your name, anger welling up from his throat behind the door.

Fuck. Jimin was going to die today.

"Doll, my eyes. Nothing else."

You sighed, Jimin's hand getting wet with your tears of pleasure. Jimin was the first man who made you orgasm, and his voice was one of the main reasons.

"You're mine. Fuck Namjoon." He removed his hand from your mouth and indicated silence with his finger. You nodded and put your arms around his broad shoulders. "I'm going faster, okay?" he whispered as Kim continued to make the door shake under his fist.

You closed your eyes tightly and opened your mouth looking for air.

Fuck. You will die tonight, and it will be Jimin's fault.

Jimin's sweet lips leaned in for a chaste kiss. "Say with me, baby." Jimin's gaze was so dark and lustful that you felt you were fucking a demon.

"Okay,-" you whispered, biting your lip when the tip touched that spot that made you see stars.

"You're mine..."

"...I'm yours"

"And you're going away with me."

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, JIMIN. OR I SWEAR I'M GOING TO BREAK IT, MOTHERFUCKER. I WILL KILL THAT BITCH TOO."

"And I'm going away with you, Ji." you whimpered, kissing him like a schoolgirl in love.

"You are mine" was Jimin's mantra until he came inside you.

"Mine." It was yours when Jimin's body fell on the couch and you rode him until you had to grab his hair to keep from passing out. The milky and thick cum staining your pretty shorts.

Silence again. That was not a good sign.

"Put on my jacket, doll. We have to go now before he comes back with the others." Jimin kissed your forehead and opened the window, raising his hand for you to take.

A devilishly beautiful smile that you couldn't deny. Not now, not that night you met him.

#bts #jimin imagine #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin drabble

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