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minisugakoobies · 7 months

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Okay hear me out

Husband = Jungkook, high school sweetheart

Boyfriend = Glasses M I N G I

First of all, if that woman is reading this, GET 👏 A 👏 DIVORCE 👏! Keep that silver fox!!

Anyway…. thoughts under the cut because they get a little smutty… (minors go away!)

I'm imagining this a little differently from that tiktok story. Jungkook and OC are high school sweethearts for sure. JK was the star athlete of the school, went to college on scholarship, but got injured and had to stop playing before graduation. Fell into a job at OC's dad's company - her dad wasn't the boss but he pulled strings. They've been married for 10 years now, right out of college, still no kids but JK keeps telling her "one day." Their life is comfortable, their sex life steady (quality over quantity), and OC feels pretty content.

But JK is not. He tells her he's been feeling stuck lately. Frustrated that he couldn't turn his natural talent into a high-earning sports career. His company's been bought out by another and he just discovered that in a few weeks when the merger is complete, his boss will be replaced by one of their guys, some young buck fresh out of business school, and JK's angry he's been passed over. JK tells her he needs something new in his life, something to make him feel young again, and says he wants to open up their marriage. She goes along with it, so in love with him even though she feels hurt, thinking she's not enough for him. He finds a girlfriend within days. Starts spending all his time with her. OC cries and cries for the first few weeks, until she talks to her best friend Jimin, who reminds her that she deserves happiness too. She says she doesn't know how and he tells her to be brave and go find it.

She tries the dating apps but all she finds are creeps or scammers so she deletes and decides to just go out to a bar and see what happens. It's been literal years since she went out by herself and she's nervous, not expecting to really meet anyone right away, but just wanting to check out the scene. She decides to go downtown, to a bar tucked away between a few hotels, orders one drink, two, is playing with the ice in the third when a man takes the empty seat beside her. He's tall, broad, a few years younger than she is, wearing glasses and a suit, tie loosened around his neck. He looks exhausted, wearily orders a double. He and the bartender strike up a little conversation when he asks where's a good place to get some late night fried chicken. Bartender says sorry, I'm a vegan, and walks away. OC doesn't know what prompts her to speak up, but she leans over and names a restaurant. It's a place she and JK order from frequently. Younger guy looks her up and down and smiles for the first time since he sat down. She feels the stirrings of butterflies that lain dormant for years as he asks her name. Says he's Mingi. He just got off a plane, in town for a few days for work, and is starving. She's suddenly hungry, too.

They talk a little, and she mentions that the chicken place is only a few blocks away, so they go for a walk. At the restaurant, she's impressed by his ability to eat so much. JK's still fit, but he's not built like this man. He's funny, and nice, this other man. Asks her questions about herself. It's been ages since someone wanted to hear about her. He tells her about traveling for work and how he's just accepted a new position that will hopefully be more of a stationary position and not require him to log so many miles. After they're finished, he asks her if she'll have another drink with him - he's jet-lagged from his flight, doesn't want to go to sleep just yet. "The longer I stay awake, the better I'll adjust to the time zone." She knows she'll just be going home to an empty house, so she agrees, and goes back with him to his hotel.

As her glass goes from full to half-empty, her nerves return. There's a tension in the air now between them. She wonders if he's going to invite her up to his room. She realizes she wants him to. She decides to be brave, and brushes his arm to get his attention.

"Are you starting to feel a little sleepy?"

He glances at her hand, where it rests on his arm, and nods.

"I don't think drinking is the solution, then." She shifts closer to him, runs her fingers along his tie. "Maybe there's something else I can do to help keep you… up."

She giggles as he splays a large hand on her back, practically pushing her out of the bar and into the elevator. As soon as the doors close he's on her, pressing her into the mirrored wall, lips and hands drawn to her like magnets. Her head spins from the rush of arousal that suddenly rolls through her. When they reach his room, Mingi kicks the door closed, then grabs under her thighs, lifting her into the air. She's not the same girl she was when she and JK started dating - it's been a very long time since anyone was able to lift her like that. He carries her into the bedroom, gently lays her on the bed, and drops to his knees.

His mouth pulls an orgasm from her, then his fingers pull another one, before he even undresses. He's HUGE. And dripping with excitement. She's dizzy from the heady combination of her climaxes and the feeling of being desired again. She offers to go down on him but he basically says "if I don't fuck you I might die" and, well, why would she argue with that. It's so different from when she and JK fuck. Mingi doesn't know her body, but he's full of boundless energy and so eager to learn. He doesn't make her cum the first time, folding her legs to her chest as he pounds away, unable to stop himself from reaching his own end in desperation first. But he makes it up the second time, after he's had a moment to rest, pulling her into his lap and bouncing her on his cock until she falls apart around him.

In the morning, he asks for her number, if it's ok to see her again while he's in town. She agrees, and for the next few days, she's happier than she's been in months. Maybe years - maybe what she thought was "content" was just "numb." And now she feels again.

It's not until he's leaving again, to return to his hometown and pack up his life for his move for his new position, that he tells her the name of his company. Her eyes widen with recognition. Mingi asks her if she'd like to see him again when he comes back in a few weeks' time. Of course she says yes.

Suddenly, she can't wait for JK to meet his new boss.

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Me: I'm gonna answer this quick Also me: One hour later… 🙈

Um… tagging @kiestrokes @chans-room @yeontan-my-love just for the heck of it (you can yell at me to stop, I can handle it)

#jeon jungkook #mingi #ateez smut #ateez #lovely moots #minttangerines #asks

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speedywombatpsychicpasta · 2 years

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When They Play 'That' Song In Bed

‘When They Play ‘That' Song In Bed ' (Rubedo/Scaramouche/Xiao x afab!Reader NSFW)

A/N- I’m sure that at this point everyone knows what I’m talking about. But just in case you don’t, I suggest watching this video:

Word count- 1766

Warnings- afab!reader, NSFW, mentions of Kaebedo

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✨️Rubedo

If he wasn't already hyperfixated on your hands making their way under his shirt, Rubedo would have had to commend your ability to make him lose his composure, ever so diligent in your goal to reduce the poor blond to a stuttering mess. And aside from teasing him almost to the point of tears, it seemed that today you were intent on showing Rubedo other ways your mouth could make him shiver.

All of this was new for him. After months of dating, it was only natural to take your relationship further, and he was all for it. The only problem? Rubedo was completely and utterly inexperienced.

His mind was clouded by lust, but also by worry. Would you be disappointed? Did he even know how to make you feel good? What if this all went wrong and you would end up leaving him for someone who actually knows what they're supposed to do?

His worry was quickly silenced with a kiss. You were here. And you were doing this with him. He had to pull himself together and make your first time together memorable.

He broke the kiss, his cheeks painted a beautiful shade of red as he moved away to pick something up from the nightstand near his bed.

"I… uh… I heard that music helps with making things less awkward." He hurriedly flipped through his phone before pressing Play.

You gave him an encouraging smile. The song was not anything special, but if it helped your nervous lover to relax, you were more than happy to indulge him.

A couple minutes later, you were on top of him, straddling the blond while your mouth was busy leaving faint marks across his neck and collarbone. His usually-neat shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, exposing milky-white skin that you were eager to explore, relishing in the little moans he let out in between kisses.

Your passionate endeavors were quickly brought to an abrupt stop by the unholy sound blaring from Rubedo's phone. It seemed that the previous song had come to an end and a new one started playing. Only that the new one was probably the most unattractive sound that you had ever heard. Almost as disagreeable as the not-so-subtle sound of laughter coming from outside of the door to Rubedo's room.

"Ruby, did Kaeya make the playlist for you?" you asked, already guessing his answer by the look of sudden realization on his face.

The blond looked like he wanted to evaporate, a thousand thoughts running through his mind, the clearest of them being that he ruined everything.

"Y-yes, he said it helps with the mood." Rubedo's voice was barely audible over the volume of the music and the sound of Kaeya dying of laughter outside the door. Why did he even go to his brother's boyfriend for advice in the first place?

Rubedo was acutely aware that he should probably get up to put an end to that horrid noise, admit that the mood was absolutely dead and buried and apologize to you, then die of embarrassment after you go home. He was taken aback to see that determined glint in your eyes and feel your fingers slowly caressing his cheek.

"Then we shouldn't give him the satisfaction, should we?" Rubedo swallowed hard before he gave a shy nod in return.

That was how your first time together went. You made sure the both of you were having a great time and soon your lover's moans were the only sound you could pay attention to. Sure enough, the laughter outside the door died down soon and for a week afterward, a certain blue-haired individual could not look either of you in the eye.

🌌Scaramouche

Scaramouche relished in the sweet sounds coming from your mouth, his cock grazing each spot that he knew would drive you crazy. For all his rude and domineering attitude, he was an undeniably gentle lover.

His lips crashed down on yours as he thrust in time with the rhythm of whatever song he was playing. You melted into the kiss, running your fingers through his indigo hair and pulling him closer. It was sloppy, how his tongue explored your mouth, yet if the way your walls clenched around him was any indication, Scaramouche would say you were enjoying yourself. A particularly harsh bite of your lower lip elicited a cry of his name. And at that moment he decided that perhaps he didn't hate his name as much when you made it sound so sweet- like melted sugar, threatening to burn through the ice encasing his heart.

"Kuni, fuck! I-"

Your words were silenced by another press of his lips as he maintained a steady pace. For the world he was still Scaramouche, the ice-cold jerk everyone thought him to be. Only for you was he Kunikuzushi, ever so careful to keep his usual temper in check.

"You're doing so good," he whispered in your ear, dark-purple strands tickling your cheeks.

At this point you were a mess under him, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead, awaiting the sweet release that your teasing lover was not always so eager to provide without first making you beg for it. He picked up his pace, dragging his length across your walls, making sure to hit that exact spot that made your mind go blank. If he kept this up, you'd soon fall apart under his ministrations and Scaramouche knew.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, nails digging into his back enough to leave red crescent marks on his porcelain-white skin.

That was until your attention was stolen away by the song playing in the background. Scaramouche often liked to play music when the two of you were at it. He said it helped with setting the mood. But as the beat of the song dropped, so did your trust in your lover's music preferences.

Chasing your release became the least of your concerns. Your top priority now was containing your laughter, which you failed miserably when you met Scaramouche's focused expression, totally unconcerned with the horrendous noise playing in the room. You couldn't hold it in any longer, exploding into a fit of laughter that startled your boyfriend into losing his rhythm.

"Why are you laughing?"

"N-nothing!" you forced out between giggles.

Scaramouche didn't think it was nothing if it made you laugh like that while he was still balls-deep inside you. His raised brow was enough indication.

"Fine, fine!" You held your hands up, as if surrendering. "It's the song. It's funny."

He gave you a strange look, as if you were the weird one, as if he couldn't quite make sense of your behavior, which prompted even more laughter on your part.

"What's so funny about it?!" he snapped, pulling out his now-flaccid cock and looking like he might combust any moment now.

"Baby, that's the most unsexy thing I've ever heard!" You were done for. You laughed so much you were practically wheezing right now.

You watched the embarrassed male flash you one last look of pure loathing before he stomped away, presumably to take a shower and pick up the pieces of his shattered pride.

This was bound to cost you at least a couple days of getting the cold shoulder and many apologies, but from now on you made a point to never let Scaramouche pick the music again.

🌸Xiao

Xiao was always a mystery. No one could ever tell what he was thinking underneath that cold facade and blank expression. He was not the type of man to easily get riled up, or at least that was how most people saw him.

What they didn't see, however, was the way his eyes sparked with both love and desire whenever you leaned down to capture his lips in another ravenous kiss. Xiao was a mystery, an unsolvable puzzle to most, but not to you. Never to you.

The way you bounced up and down on his dick had him seeing stars, while your hands were nimbly pinching and pulling at his nipples. You knew how to get the ever-stoic honor student to melt underneath you without any effort.

Music was playing from his open computer on the desk, ranging from softer tunes to rock. Xiao's always had a special interest in music of any genre, especially since he was part of an increasingly popular band that recently acquired a new member. You'd have to help him come up with a new name since 4NEMO was not suitable for 5 members.

That could wait, you told yourself as you watched Xiao's disheveled expression, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as shallow breaths escaped his kiss-swollen lips. He truly was a sight to behold. It made you want to spoil him, to drink in his moans and have him scream out your name enough to make his voice hoarse the next day during band practice. It wouldn’t hurt for those fans who came to shamelessly ogle him to know it's your name that rolls off his tongue whenever he comes undone, on nights like this one.

"I know, baby! I'm getting close too." You picked up your pace, his hands on your hips guiding you into a rhythm that he liked and making you arch your back as you rode him.

It was then that you heard it, loud enough to drown out the wave of pleasure building up inside of you. You blinked in confusion at the atrocious sound, thankful for your boyfriend's hands still moving your hips. Your dearest boyfriend, who was seemingly oblivious to the dreadful sound playing from his computer. What's more, he was actually synchronizing his thrusts with the music!

You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent you from letting out a giggle. You'd have to talk to Xiao later about his music preferences and what was suitable bedroom music. But for now, you'd be damned if you let this stand between you and enjoying the night.

So on you went, relentless in your ministrations, pressing ardent kisses to any inch of exposed skin you had access to until all you could hear were the sweet sounds of your lover.

You kept true to your word. The next day, Xiao was struggling to cover the numerous marks littering his neck, pleased with himself for finding a song you seemed to like so much.

Perhaps, in your exhaustion, you had forgotten to mention it to Xiao. Well, it seems that for now, your sweet, naive lover took it upon himself to play it on loop next time.

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#rubedo x reader #genshin x reader #impostor albedo #rubedo #subject two #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #xiao x reader #xiao smut #you can't convince me Scaramouche wouldn't unironically listent to that #they are all awkward and would totally do this #rubedo smut #I wrote this running on coffee and self loathing

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