Awww! A little portrait of little Melanie with her totally not depressed father Adrian and an abusive mother named Tabitha! Let's just hope that the family will get their grip together and Adrian won't take his own life and Tabitha hurting Melanie more! [THIS IS A LIE, THIS FAMILY IS FUCKED.]
Raw, all night, no protection, red lights ON, the "film" we were watching playing in the back, the bed creaking, neighbors banging on the walls for how loud im being, the sheets being GRIPPED, him moaning too
Imagine all the AIB characters as kids. Well, youre babysitting them!
× Arisu ×
Arisu as a kid would be kind of calmed. He didnt felt the favouritism of his father and just was happy. He probably would ask about your appearence if you didnt had the usual fashion, for example if you were a gyaru he would ask for your nails or your makeup. He ADORES to play hide & seek with you and will absolutly be serious about it as if he was robbing a bank. If you babysit him for too long he'll let you in his room and remember you as a big sister (if youre young like 16-20) or as the cool aunt if youre older. Maybe you've caughed him more than once playing games at 3 AM, but you never told his parents after his mom died. He already had it bad.
× Usagi ×
Usagi would be energetic, always with the itch of doing something. If youre babysitting her you better take her out or you going insane there. Tho, she's aplicated. As she turned older, she became distant as the result of being left out at a young age, but your presence made her feel better about herself even if she didnt told you or talked with you at all. She would remember you as a friend instead of a babysitter.
× Kuina × (idk what pronouns to usr as its her oldself so i'll use fem)
Kuina would be funny and smiling, like a young version of Chuu. You always helped her with homework or house work like cleaning. On her early teens, she trusted you enough to be the first person to talk about her transition and identity. You supoorted her even if you sometimes accidentally dead-named her by the habit. You also promised not to tell her dad before she felt ready and knew she had resources. When she actually told her dad, he kicked her out, so she lived with you for some years while working, studying and trying to stable herself with all that happened. The first thing you did when you two went out to eat was buying new clothes and new things in general. It came from your pocket and it was well invested. You two were attached to the hip, and when she graduated college, you were the loudest in that room for her. Sometimes you even accidentally called her "kiddo" for living like a mom and her daughter.
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OCT 01 [ Kwon Jiyong - daddy kink ] - @slut4kwon
OCT 02 [ SKZ OT8 - aphrodisiacs ] - @thatonebluehedgehog
OCT 03 [ Kim Seungmin - spit kink ] @sereia4skz
OCT 04 [ Hwang Hyunjin - sexual favors ] - @breakmeoff
OCT 05 [ Choi Seunghyun - public sex ] - @gggtabi
OCT 06 [ Han Jisung - stalker / dubcon ] - @angel-writes-skz-here
OCT 07 [ Kim Seungmin - mirror sex ] - @leislibrary
OCT 08 [ Bang Chan - forced orgasm ] - @skzophreniic
OCT 09 [ Kwon Jiyong - throat training ] - @moonqz
OCT 10 [ Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) - camgirl ] - @makeitworse
OCT 11 [ Lee Minho - caught masturbating ] - @fenya-scribbles
OCT 12 [ Bang Chan - bondage ] - @starlostjisung
OCT 13 [ Kwon Jiyong - knife play (costumes) ] - @gggtabi
OCT 14 [ Choi Seunghyun - gloves / choking ] - @berfgrimm
OCT 15 [ Choi Seunghyun - pet play ] - @szonyix6277
OCT 16 [ Jackson Wang - puppeteering ] - @pixie-felix
OCT 17 [ Han Jisung - gags ] - @ttturnitup
OCT 18 [ Seo Chhangbin - body worship ] - @chrizzztopherbang
OCT 19 [ Lee Minho - tentacles ] - @blxksun
OCT 20 [ Hwang Hyunjin - love bites ] - @hyunjincanraptoo
OCT 21 [ Bang Chan & Lee Felix - double penetration ] - @emmiesoverthemoon
OCT 22 [ Kwon Jiyong - strip club ] - @ldydeath
OCT 23 [ Kim Seungmin - orgasm denial ] - @baby-yongbok
OCT 24 [ Yang Jeongin (I.N) - femdom ] - @makeitworse
OCT 25 [ Seo Changbin - size kink ] - @moonqz
OCT 26 [ Kwon Jiyong - choking ] - @jiyongsangel
OCT 27 [ Yang Jeongin (I.N) - breeding ] - @bbokicidal
OCT 28 [ Choi Seunghyun - costumes ] - @szonyix6277
OCT 29 [ Kim Seungmin - pet play] - @angel-writes-skz-here
OCT 30 [ Jackson Wang - glory hole kink hc's ] - @breakmeoff
OCT 31 [ Bang Chan (& Friends) - vampire dubcon ] - @pixie-felix
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Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, dry humping, tension!, some food mentions (but not in a sexual sense), sleep-deprived writing, slightly domestic married life? (changbin), slight exhibitionism, light drinking (wine, hyunjin)
A/N: The rest of this fic will be posted later today! I'm up to my chin in work, so I've been a little behind in writing. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @breakmeoff for organizing! This will also serve as my aphrodisiacs post, which I promised a while back. <3
It started with the chocolates.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along, and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was a placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
You were about halfway through your ramen date when you felt it. It started as a small tingle in your thighs, but before you realized, it was a deep throb. Your eyes shot up to Chan, who looked like he wasn’t feeling a thing opposite you.
His eyes meet yours.
“You alright?” His voice came out a bit raspy, and he cleared his throat after. However, his voice has a tendency to affect you, even when you don’t have horny chocolate all up in your blood.
You nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave yours.
He leaned forward with a smirk that made you want to jump right over the table.
“Are you really not feeling anything?” You ask, and you realize you're subconsciously clenching your thighs together under the table.
He smiles and sets his chopsticks to the side, unfinished.
“Of course I am. I’m pretty sure I felt it before you.” He says, and his words surprise you.
“You… you did?”
His eyes flicker to you, and that’s when you see it. A hunger deep in his expression. Low eyelids, shallow breathing. He would bend you over this table right now if he could.
His hand clenches on the table, and he mutters under his breath before talking directly to you.
You feel his hand reach across the table and find yours. He brings it to his lips, and you shudder– actually shudder. Just at the feeling of his touch.
You look around at the ramen shop you’re in, and nothing seems more important than getting your lips on his right now.
Yeah, you’re going home.
By the time you processed, you were moving, and you were both already at the door. He opens it and pulls you in.
He’s already kissing you before the door is fully closed. It’s soft, so soft that you almost crumble just at the simple touch.
Mahogany and vanilla fill your senses as he pushes you up against the door and lays a light hand on your throat.
Everywhere he touches you is on fire, and it seems he feels it too.
His groans echo in your ear as he kisses your neck. Your fingers tingle as they drag through his hair. Why did the simplest things feel so good?
The sounds you’re making cause him to let out a shuddery breath, and then he’s slightly pulling away from your neck.
“God, you sound so good.” His voice was breathy against your collarbone, and next thing you knew, you were being carried to the couch. He laid you down, and your legs instinctively parted. Now that he was right up against you, you could feel every part of him. The seam of his jeans met your cloth shorts, and it dragged up against your clit in the most delicious way possible.
Everything he did was magnified tenfold; you couldn’t even think straight.
His groans, his small thrusts, his kisses, his hands on your hips. Your mind was spinning with lust. All because of him, always because of him.
“I need more– need more…” You whisper against his mouth, and a broken whine leaves his mouth.
“Yes, okay–,” Randomly placed words leave his mouth as he struggles to pull himself away from you. Once he does, he’s pulling your shorts down and unbuttoning his pants just enough to pull his dick out.
He’s hard, painfully hard. You can see it on his face when he isn’t constrained by his jeans anymore. You’re not in much better shape. You’re throbbing around nothing, and his eyes are glued to the sight.
Next thing you know, his mouth is attached to your core, and his hips are rutting up against the couch. You’ve never seen him act like this, not even when he’s been away for months.
You’re addicted.
He’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you’re approaching climax so fast that you’re pulling at his hair and rutting against his face. He’s so desperate and messy, it almost looks like he’s trying to pull your orgasm out of you.
Soon enough, your legs are tightening around his head, and he’s got his hands on your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. He helps you ride through it, and when he pulls away, you realize something.
You weren’t finished in the slightest. I wanted more of him. Your gaze moves down to his painfully erect cock and back to his face, before pulling him back to kiss him senseless.
You weren’t letting him leave the bed for the rest of the night.
It was a challenge between the two of you. Who could resist it the longest?
One thing about Minho: he’s competitive.
He’ll up the stakes to call your bluff and then rip the rug out from under your feet once you’re too far in. And that’s exactly what he was doing now.
“If you eat an entire square, I will too.”
“Min, you’re insane– the serving size is half a square.”
“Coward.”
“...You’re on.”
And that’s how you got here. Sitting on a couch, a movie in front of you, thousands of volts of tension between you..
There was some horrible rom-com on the TV in front of you both. You wouldn’t even focus on this movie normally, but the fact that Minho is right next to you and you feel electricity crawling up your bones and reaching towards him, didn’t help much.
You felt it deep within your core, that need, dark and unsettling. It rattled you, but Minho didn’t look affected at all. It pissed you off how he always had that stone-cold look on his face.
But you couldn’t break first. That was the most insufferable part. He was right there, sex embodied, and you couldn’t even touch him.
Your knees were close enough. If you just shifted, you could–
“Someone’s excited.” You jolted away at his words. Embarrassment crept up your neck, but you didn’t respond right away.
You felt his eyes on you. You could imagine them, dark and searching. He could see right through you. He knew you wanted to jump his bones right now. He wanted you to lose.
“I’m not excited. I’m watching the movie. It’s not my fault you’re so riled up by my knee.” You responded after a moment of silence.
You felt his smirk. It was like your senses were on edge, waiting for a sign – any sign – that he was struggling as much as you.
And then, you had your sign. His hand slid to its place on your knee. You stiffen at the feelings, something completely out of character for you. He noticed immediately, of course he did.
“Liar.”
“Says the guy clearly itching to fuck me into this couch.” Your answer was quippy, fell right out of your mouth.
Shit. He wouldn’t appreciate that.
You felt his hand on your jaw, and suddenly you were facing him.
“Sorry?” His one-word answers always made your heart race with anticipation.
“You… you obviously…” You trailed off, unable to repeat the phrase to his face.
“That’s what I thought. Always so much bark until it’s time to bite.”
You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Your skin was itching for more of his touch, anywhere, everywhere. He knew.
That’s why he let go of you. Leaned back against the armrest. Legs spread, exuding confidence.
He made a come here motion with his fingers, and who are you to disobey?
You crawl towards him, and his lips are on yours faster than you can process. Everything feels so fast, and yet so slow. You feel every little move of his fingers up your sides, yet the slide of his lips against yours is too fast to keep up. You didn’t think the chocolate would affect you this much. It was frightening, and so, so delicious.
You ended up in his lap before you realized you were moving at all.
His hands were kneading your ass, and your hips started moving on their own to grind against him. You heard him suck his teeth, and you were on your back.
How is everything so fast?
He pulls back. His hand holds your jaw in place, and you hear him say something you never thought he would say.
“Please let me fuck you. Please.” It’s almost too quiet to hear properly. You tighten around nothing at his words, and nod wordlessly. Almost too enthusiastically. He just smiles and presses his lips to your neck.
“Thank you, jagiya. Gonna treat you so well. Would treat you so well.” Before your mind can process the last thing he said, his hands are working at your pants, and they’re on the floor.
You feel him breach your core, and it feels like you could be complete right here. This could be it, and you’d be content. Molded together, held together like magnets. It had always been that way. Was it really the chocolate?
As he presses into that perfect spot that makes you arch up into him, he smiles and whispers right by your ear.
“All mine tonight, huh?”
You nod along with his thrusts that seem to get more accurate every second. He never disappoints, you realize, as your hands scratch down his shirt. God, you’re both still half-dressed. You’ve never seen him this desperate. You want to write a personal review of this chocolate that’s more graphic than would ever be socially acceptable.
But for now, all you see and feel is Minho. And when his fingers make their way to your clit, you’re moaning louder than you ever have, and so is he.
This is sensual; more sensual than any night you’d shared together. He feels it too, you know he does.
As you see stars together for just the first time that night, you realize that things may not be the same after this.
The package came while you were cooking dinner. Perfect timing, he had said. We’ll have it for dessert, he said.
You’d agreed, with a small warning to behave.
Changbin never behaves.
You were on the bed maybe 15 minutes after you both ate the chocolate. He doesn’t waste time, but truly, you were both already horny all through dinner; no chocolate needed.
It was almost disappointing; you didn’t get to enjoy the tension, the rise of intensity between both of you, before one of you cracked.
But with his lips wrapped around your clit, acting like a starved man, you couldn’t seem to complain.
He was worshipping you, not uncommon, but definitely on a larger scale.
Kisses up and down your body, tremors when you speak, moan, anything.
He’s enamored with you, and nothing can distract him.
That is, until beside you on the bed, you feel vibrations. You whip your head to the sound, and realize it’s his phone buzzing. The screen reads a call from Chan. You love Chan, but his timing couldn’t be worse.
Considering Changbin’s on call for their newest record, you push him off of you with a small, “Baby, baby, phone.”
He groans in annoyance, but picks up anyway. A short, “Yes?” leaves his mouth at the call. He shouldn’t be so annoyed. Why is he so annoyed?
Soon enough, they’re conversing about needing to have Hyunjin redo a line because of an audio glitch.
As you’re catching your breath from the sudden disruption, you feel Changbin’s thumb making slow circles on your knee. Your eyes snap to him, and you mouth a quiet, “What are you doing?”
He just smiles at you and moves to settle himself between your legs. The bed squeaks a little, and you cringe at the thought of Chan hearing it. It can’t stay on your mind long, though, because your husband’s fingers are already sliding through your folds with the impatience of a starved man.
Your mouth falls open as he finds and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit. It takes everything in you to stay quiet, but Changbin doesn’t seem to appreciate that.
So he does the smart thing and decides his attention should be on you.
“Sorry, man, gotta go.” He says, and you hear a quiet objection from the other side of the call before the phone is across the bed and he’s settled back where he’s meant to be.
“You’re insane.” You chastise your husband shortly, but he just smiles at you and cocks his head to the side.
“My wife needs me, no time for work.” He says, and you shake your head slightly before his fingers slide into you with ease.
You don’t have to hold back your moans now, so he coaxes them right out of you like he’s an expert.
(He is.)
Your orgasm approaches so much quicker than usual, and your senses tingle with the remnants of the chocolate and almost getting caught.
Then his mouth is back on your clit, and your head is falling back with heightened pleasure that you’re not used to.
Once he helps you through it, he backs up onto his knees.
His hand closes around your ankle, and he pulls you toward him with that strength you always adored. His arms cage your head, and he’s kissing you senseless.
“You’re driving me so insane– maybe the chocolate does work.” He chuckles to himself before lining himself up and pushing into you. Both of your mouths fall open as you breach a new sensitivity that both of you had never experienced before.
Wine night! A wonderful tradition that the two of you had begun in the first stage of your relationship.
It started as an excuse to loosen up and really talk, sometimes paint. Now, it was an excuse to reminisce and occasionally get a little handsy.
The chocolates had been brought up at the last wine night, and the two of you decided this wine night was a good time to try them.
You mostly sat and talked anyway, why not try to talk and keep from jumping onto the other person?
That was what it was supposed to be, anyway. That’s how it started! You were talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
“But that’s why his work was so impressive, the understanding of color is unbelievable.” Hyunjin was passionately speaking about an artist he’d seen while stopped in Paris. His passion didn’t keep his eyes from raking all over your body. It was thinly-veiled desperation.
“He’s seriously talented. It’s hard to believe he’s a vegan.” You nodded along, trying to ignore that gaze that set fire to every nerve you have.
He laughed at that, something light and unassuming. His words were so opposite to his appearance.
He was sitting on one of his art stools, legs spread slightly, glass of wine in hand. His black button-up had the sleeves up to his elbows, and you could count the veins etched up his arms. You just wanted to eat him alive.
He kept talking: color theory, shading, paint technique, how he’d been incorporating the features into his own art. It was so bad, all you wanted him to do was unbutton your dress.
His fingers kept flexing against his thigh as he talked. You wanted him. His jaw clenched when he paused for too long. You needed him.
He laughed curtly to himself and glanced up at your face.
“Are you feeling this chocolate as much as I am? I mean… I’m sweating.” He took a tissue to his forehead, but it was more of a dramatic gesture than a genuine solution.
“I’m feeling it…” You start. “I’ve wanted to take you to bed since you started talking about charcoal, Jinnie.”
He smiles at you, deceptively disarming.
“Well, come take me to bed then, darling.”
You smile at him, wide and mischievous. “Why don’t you talk a little longer? I want to hear the rest of the story about seeing the Mona Lisa with Felix.”
You set your glass down on the table next to you and place your hands into your lap, obviously waiting for him to keep talking.
He sets his own glass down and stands up.
“Oh, fuck that. Come here.”
The corner of your mouth twitched upward, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Feeling needy?”
“Always.”
That’s all you needed to hear. You stood up and made your way towards him. You were slightly taller than him since he was still sitting down. He looked up at you with an adoration that couldn’t be attributed only to the chocolate.
Your lips met in a soft connection that felt more like an explosion. You know, you never liked tongue until you met Hyunjin. There was something about the way he swept you away and took the lead that made your knees buckle.
He rose to his feet without breaking the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped up to meet him, and he carried you towards the bedroom.
However, you seemed a bit impatient. You kissed his neck, his collarbone, the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t take much more of that.
So, he didn’t. He pushed you up against the wall right outside the bedroom. His hands were all over you, overwhelming you in the best way possible.
And then you felt it, a hard tent in his pants. The feeling made you groan with satisfaction, and he smiled against your lips.
“I guess the chocolate does work, huh?” He teases.
“It’s hard to know when we’re so desperate for each other anyway.”
He grins at that and picks you up again. He sets you down before sitting on the bed and pulling you on top of him. You’re quick to pull him out of his jeans and pull your panties to the side.
You needed to feel him immediately. There was no reason to wait.
He obviously agreed with you from the breathy whines he let out at the feeling of entering you.
The entire experience was sensual and irreplaceable.
a/n: I apologize in advance for this one. Idk why I even wrote it 😭 As always, I am not in any way shape or form trying to convey this is what TOP and GD are actually like in real life. I'm just using them as characters in this story. I hope you enjoy! Again...I'm sorry lol
synopsis: For years, Y/n has been BIGBANG’s lead stylist—a job she excels at and genuinely loves. But working with the band’s enigmatic leader, G-Dragon, has always been a challenge. Their clashing personalities, sharp words, and unspoken frustrations ignite constant tension. Until one night, that tension turns into something else. Something reckless. Something forbidden. Sleeping with Kwon Jiyong was never part of the plan, and it certainly isn’t something Y/N is proud of. It’s just physical—fast, rough, and full of the frustration they can’t express in words. At least, that’s what she tells herself. But everything shifts when his best friend, Choi Seunghyun, steps into the picture—gentle, patient, and offering her something Jiyong never could. Love.
*warnings & word count at the beginning of each chapter 💖
The buzz of prom season was everywhere- decorations lining the hallways, whispers of who was asking who, and my friends pestering me nonstop about my plans. Every conversation was the same "So, who are you asking?" "C'mon, you can't wait forever!". Their constant nagging had followed me all day like an annoying mosquito, and I was running out of ways to dodge the question.
The truth was, I didn't had anyone in mind- or at least that's what i told myself. But deep down, there was a person that crossed my mind more often than I'd like to admit.
As we stood on the crowded corridor, thwir voices became louder, teasing me about my indecision. I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes darted desperate around the hallway for a way to shut them up, and that's when i saw her.
Mina, the girl who sat at the front in most of my classes, always scribbling furiously in her notebook or acing tests without breaking a sweat. She wasn't just some random classmate, though. She was a total nerd, sure, but she had this quiet confidence about her that i just couldn't ignore.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I made my move. In one swift motion, I stepped forward and grabbed her gently by the shoulders, stopping her on her tracks. My friends laughter had died and been replaced by wide-eyed stares of disbelief. Mina looked up at me, startled, her eyes locking up with mine.
"Will you go to prom with me?" The words came out lauder than I expected, even though my heart wss pounding on my chest.
Her mouth opened slightly, like if she wanted to say something, but I cut her off before she could.
"If you say no," I added quickly, trying to sound casual, "I'm not going either."
Her reply came fast. It was like she knewd I'd ask her. "Are you going to crack your ass off when i say 'Yes' and yell that it was a joke or are you for real asking?" Her tone clearly indicsted someone already did that to her, which, for some strange reason, enfuriated me.
My face inmidiatly scrunched in offense, as if she just insulted my mom. "Excuse you? Since when do I joke about prom? This is serious business, girl." I paused, realizing that might not be helping the case too much. "Okay, maybe it is kinds weird but-!"
One of my friends snorted loudly behind of me before whispering "Bro, she really thinks its a prank!"
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