will we ever get more knight tyun!! it was sooo good :>
I’m actually so touched u guys enjoy this series so much bc im such a nerd about royalty, Victorian era and medieval stuff(╥‸╥)♡ im currently working on pt2 for my puppy gyu series but after that im so down to revisit!!
also #nobodyasked but the first kpop fic I ever wrote YEARS ago was a prince!ni-ki x reader
synopsis: you're a sweet recluse who allows her home to be Jason's safe house. What happens when he starts to get too close to you?
The screen door creaks open late one evening. Jason Todd steps inside your little kitchen like it's a habit, almost as though he's lived here all his life. In truth, you'd only known Jason for about two months now since he came stumbling to your doorstep one stormy evening. Things seemed to pass in a blur since then.
Jason's shoulders are tense beneath the fabric of his jacket, bruised from the constant fights he participates in. His jaw is sore and his knuckles are split from punching again. He's already in one of his moods.
He kicks off his boots by the door without looking, the way he always does, listening to the familiar sound of dirty soles thunking against the wood floor. Then, he heads straight to the sink like he's on autopilot, having memorized the layout of your house like it's his own. He doesn't even need to look down to where the fluffy hand towels are as he dries his hands.
There's a plate of dinner waiting on the table that's still hot and steaming, and you're standing near the counter, looking at him like he didn't just come home covered in bruises and blood. You're smiling in the cutesy, innocent way you always do. The way that boils Jason's blood in both a bad, and really good way.
"Hi, Jay," you say, your voice smooth like honey as you look up at him with big, sparkly eyes, like he's just your husband coming home late from work.
Jason swears under his breath and marches through the kitchen, hovering around you for a moment, before muttering a gruff "Hello." in return, slumping down into his usual seat at the dinner table, looking down at tonight's meal.
The plate's got roast chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and a pile of vegetables on the side. It's very balanced. It looks like food you'd see in a magazine with a recipe underneath. You cooked. Again. Like you do every night.
"Thought you might be hungry," you say, cheeks all pink from the stove's heat, or maybe just from looking at him. You get so bashful when he stares. "You want me to get you a knife or anything else?"
"No. S' fine." he grumbles, picking up a fork to start stabbing at his vegetables. You nod, still smiling all cute as you take out a jug of lemonade for him and pour him a class without asking, setting it down beside his plate, right before leaning down to press the softest, most innocent kiss to his cheek. Right near the cut on his jaw, his sweet spot. "Glad you're home safe."
Jason goes still at the feeling, a little grunt leaving him involuntarily. The second your lips brush over him, it's as though every muscle in his body tenses. His eyes flick to you, but you're already walking away, humming to yourself like you didn't screw him over with that little gesture.
What the hell are you doing, letting a guy like him into your house? Letting him sleep in the extra bedroom you cleaned just for him and eat off your table without asking for compensation? What kind of sweet, naive girl lets a man with knives and guns in his duffel bag and scars up his back and shoulders stay in her house like he's not dangerous?
"You shouldn't do that," he grumbles as you have your back turned to him, a deep scowl on his face. You blink, turning back toward him, confusion soft in your eyes. "Do what?"
"You know what I mean. The kissin'. The..." his voice gets tight, jaw ticking, "...the 'Jay' with your little giggle. Don't."
"Don't act like we're friends?' you ask, so innocently, head tilted in a way that makes him want to pounce on you. "We are friends."
Jason clenches his jaw. His fingers curl around the fork, knuckles white. "You should be more wary, is all" he mutters, frowning as you respond with a little huff and a playful eye roll, going over to check on the pies you made for dessert that are cooling on a rack.
He stares at the curves of your body, gaze panning from your hips, down to your thighs, and back up to your ass, plump in the cute little nightgown you're wearing, with the hem riding up your thighs enough to show your panties if you bent over. He can't take his eyes off of you, not for a second. He's looking at you to figure out how someone like you could possibly be real, let alone a part of his life. You feed him. You made him a safe house with gingham curtains and a soft bed and dinner waiting on the table every night without fail.
He's coiled so tight it feels like his skin doesn't fit right, seeing you flutter around the kitchen like everything's fine, apron tied snugly around your waist. You turn and meet his gaze again as he continues.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" Jason mutters all gruff, pushing back his chair and standing. His eyes are all dark and stormy. "You let a guy like me in your house. You give me food, a bed, clothes. You let me walk around your kitchen like I belong here." He steps forward slowly. "You don't even lock your fucking door."
Your throat bobs as you swallow, but your expression doesn't change. That soft, quiet sweetness still on your face like you've never even heard a threat before.
"I don't have to lock it because the only person who comes around here is you, and I know you."
Jason's frown deepens, and he crowds your space, hissing at you coldly. "You don't know shit about me." He stares down at you, jaw clenched, breathing through his nose. He keeps coming closer and closer to you, all while you don't even realize what you're doing to him, standing there in your cozy little kitchen, smelling like a dessert.
His body pushes you back into the counter, his jaw is clenched and lips twisted in a snarl. You open your mouth, but he cuts you off, his voice rising. "You let me in here. You open your house up to someone like me and think I'm not gonna hurt you? You think I'm just gonna be your lil' prince charming?"
He shoves his hand against the counter beside you, trapping you in place. His face is inches from yours, but this time, you don't see the same tired, frustrated guy you've been taking care of. This time, all you see is the threat, the dangerous man who doesn't think you should have trusted him at all.
"I could strangle you, you know," he says all soft. His hand shoots out, quick and brutal, grabbing your neck just below your chin. "You think I wouldn't do it? You think I wouldn't snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to?"
Your pulse spikes. His grip isn't tight enough to suffocate you, just enough to make your heart pound harder. "Or what if I wanted to cut you?" His thumb presses into the side of your neck. he's learned you can make someone pass out if you push there hard and long enough. wouldn't take long if he did it to you, though. another reminder of how fragile you really are. "What if I wanted to steal everything in your house and leave you with nothing?"
You look up at him, whimpering softly at the feeling of his huge hand wrapping around your throat. Your smaller one grabs at his wrist, staring up at him with big, glassy eyes. "J-jason..."
"What if I wanted to tear off one of those flimsy lil' dresses you wear around me and fuck you?" He lets out a low mumble, tipping your head up and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. "You think they're cute, huh? You think I don't notice the way you dress like 'm not gonna want to tear you apart?"
Your breath hitches, and for a second, you can't find your words. He's crowding you now, pinning you to the counter so you have no way out. His thumb pushes harder on your lower lip.
You stare at him, your face flushed. Your chest is rising fast now, like you're trying to keep calm, like your body's betraying you even if your voice hasn't cracked yet. You're not saying anything, but your fear's loud enough without words.
Jason's still holding onto your throat, the heel of his hand digging into your pressure point while his thumb smushes against your soft lips. His chest heaves with each breath, his face twisted up even though deep down, he's thoroughly enjoying himself. He relishes in the slight tremble your body gives and the way you look up at him like you're starting to realize he's not savable.
He leans down to your level. "You scared now, sweetheart?" he mutters. You try to speak, but it catches in your throat. He can feel it under his hand, that flutter in your pulse. "Yeah," he breathes. "That's what I thought."
He tilts his head, leaning down to slot his mouth over your cheek, mocking the little kisses you always give him when he's home. He moans against your skin, starting to press sloppy kisses down to your jaw. He's done holding back, finally indulging in the terrible, heinous thoughts he's had about you since you let him into your home.
His hands roam under your dress, hiking it up to squeeze the globes of your ass, all while you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut.
He kisses up the side of your throat and up to your ear, huffing low so you hear every bit of how hot he is for you. "Lemme show you what bad men do to pretty girls who play house with 'em."
his hands move again. they don't stay in place for long. he's very unpredictable. one moves back to grip on your throat, while the other hand drags up the back of your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your nightgown until his rough fingers find bare skin. his breathing is ragged now, lips pressed to the curve of your neck like he's trying to inhale you.
"You smell s'sweet," he growls, nose brushing the soft skin beneath your jaw. "Always smell so fuckin' sweet."
He's spreading you apart before your brain can comprehend it, lifting you up with his free hand to guide you up onto the counter, manhandling you like you weigh nothing. Slotting his body between your legs, he looks down at your pretty cotton panties. Just as adorable as you, all lacy and pastel like you didn't have a clue what they'd do to him.
Jason huffs a breath through his nose, low and unsteady, staring at the soaked little patch in the middle. "Fuck," he mutters, dragging his thumb over the wet spot slowly and teasingly. "Look at this. You want me like this." His hand grips your thigh to keep you open, his gaze locked on your panties as he takes two fingers and pushes them up against your panties so he can trace your plump little pussy through the fabric, firm enough to make you twitch.
You jolt, grabbing onto his shoulder while your tummy flips. "Mmh... i-its good... b-but 'm sensitive..." you warn softly, trying to fight against his grip ever so slightly, but he keeps you spread for him with his firm hand. Your breath catches when he starts tugging your panties to the side, baring the warm air of the kitchen onto your even warmer hole.
His hand grips your hip, anchoring you in place while he teases your entrance with the pads of his fingers, just barely pressing in. You let out a strangled little sound, back arching as he slowly presses a finger inside you with a low groan. Your body clenches around him and it makes him twitch, a guttural sound leaving his chest. "Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, nose nuzzling yours. "So fuckin' warm. This pussy's been waiting for me, hasn't she?" You nod helplessly, eyes wide, lips parted as he pumps his finger inside you slow and filthy. He watches you fall apart for him, cheeks flushed and pretty little moans leaving your mouth with every curl of his finger.
His thick digit curls just right inside you, slow and deep, while his thumb rubs circles around your clit, not too quick, just firm and steady like he's testing how fast he can get you to fall apart. You whimper again, your hips rolling into his hand without thinking.
He watches the little faces you make while you're in heat like this, as well as the way your body reacts to his touch. His eyes are locked on the place where his finger disappears inside you with that delicious squelch, and once you're relaxed, he slides in a second to fill you up even more. You jerk, nightgown bunching up more at your waist as he shoves his fingers deep inside you, wanting to see how tight you can squeeze around them.
"Damn," he mumbles, "You're squeezin' the fuck outta me." His free hand grabs your thigh harder when you flinch back, nails digging just a little into your flesh to keep you still and wide open for him. He leans in, breathing heavy against your cheek as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit while his fingers keep stroking inside you, that slow, steady rhythm that's driving you crazy because it's just enough to have you trembling, but not enough to tip you over.
You whine out a soft "Jay," all desperate and teary eyed, your grip on his shoulders tightening as your legs start to shake. You don't even realize you're grinding down onto his hand until he growls, "Yeah… that's it. Use your words. You need it that bad, don't you?"
He keeps his face close to yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes, watching how dazed you look already, lips all swollen and wet from how much you've been panting. "Feels 's good! M-more..." You whine, your body starting to move on its own, hips rolling into his hand, trying to chase the pressure that's curling in your gut.
Jason doesn't let up. He just keeps fucking you with his fingers, deep and slow, his thumb pressed firm to your clit, working you in tight little circles until your legs are twitching and your mouth is open like you're gasping for air.
"You're already gonna cum, huh?" he murmurs, voice low and thick. "Already cryin' on my fingers like a needy little thing." You nod, head falling back against the cabinet behind you, your breath coming in short, desperate little bursts. " 'M gonna...Jay, I...I'm gonna..."
"Come, then," he orders, eyes locked on yours. "Cum on my fingers like a good girl. Show me how sweet this fuckin' pussy is."
You shatter around him body locking up tight before it all melts down at once, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you can't even stay upright without holding onto him. Your whole body trembles and he watches it all, jaw clenched, eyes dark and blown wide with how fucked he is for you.
He keeps his fingers inside you even after, not pulling out until you're twitching too much to take it, and even then, he pulls back slow, glancing down at the mess he made of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth without even thinking, licking them clean while he keeps his eyes on your face.
Then he leans in, mumbling in your ear. "You made a mess on my hand,"
Jason's gaze drops down to the tent in his jeans, thick and straining against the zipper, and he lets out a breath that sounds more like a growl.
"Take my cock out," he says roughly, eyes never leaving yours. Your fingers tremble a little as they reach for his belt, heart hammering in your chest while you work it loose, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet kitchen. Jason's eyes are burning into your face the whole time, watching the way you fumble a little, the way your lips part and your breathing gets uneven while you tug his belt free, then pop open the button on his jeans.
You slide the zipper down slow, hands shaking just the tiniest bit, but you don't stop.
He helps you just enough to shove his jeans down his hips, groaning softly when you reach into his briefs and wrap your fingers around him. He's thick and hot and already leaking against your palm, and the second you touch him, his whole body stiffens.
"Jesus," he mumbles, chest rising and falling hard. You glance up at him through your lashes, a little dazed and shy, but your hand stays wrapped around him as you stroke him once, then twice, making his head fall forward, forehead bumping into yours while he groans.
He looks into your eyes, his voice all rough and shaking with how close he is to snapping. "You're gonna do it, alright? Not me." he says, jaw clenched. "You're gonna show me how dirty you are, and take me in your hand, and you're gonna line me up with that sweet little pussy like this was your fuckin' idea."
You nod even though you're buzzing and feel your body burning, and he watches you slowly wrap your hand snugly around his cock, his face close to yours as you guide him between your legs.
"Yeah," he mumbles, watching your face. "Just like that." You whimper when the head of his cock bumps against your entrance, slick and warm, and Jason moans low in his throat at the feel of you, the head of him just barely pushing inside.
Your fingers tremble as you line the head of him up with your entrance, glancing up at him as you press him against your folds. "It's so hard," you whisper, all breathless. "Your cock..."
"I know," He responds, watching you continue to guide him, soaked folds parting around the flushed head, barely nudging it in just enough for both of you to feel that first slide. " 's... fuck... c-cause I want you s'bad." He hunches over you a little, mouth hanging open as you finally line him up just right. His tip catches on your soaked entrance and he groans deeply, forehead pressing to yours again like he's trying to stay tethered to something.
He pants, grinding the head against you, not pushing in all the way yet, smearing your wetness all over the flared head of his cock while your thighs twitch around his hips. You make a tiny noise, all high and breathy, and he grins against your cheek. His nose brushes your temple while he shifts his hips just enough for his tip to nudge inside, slow and heavy. "Fuck... there we go, sweetness. 'S suckin me in now."
He grabs your thigh with his free hand, pushing it up until your knee's hooked over his forearm, giving him more room, more access, more of you. He doesn't push all the way in yet, just slides in a few inches, slow and aching, just enough to make your mouth drop open and your nails bite into his shoulders.
"Keep lookin' at me," he hisses. "Don't you dare look away. You let me in, shit... now you're gonna watch what I do to you."
Your eyes flutter open again, all teary and glassy and overwhelmed, and he groans and thrusts in deeper, hips jerking forward like he can't help it anymore, burying himself with a low, breathless curse. Both hands grab your thighs to hold you wide open while his cock sinks alllll the way inside, thick and throbbing inside you.
He sinks in all the way, slow but deliberate, forcing your body to stretch and take every thick inch, and the second he bottoms out, he stays there, buried deep inside you, breathing hard through his nose like he's trying to stay composed, but he's not even close. His hands grip your thighs so tight it makes your skin dimple, holding you still like he's afraid you'll run, like he knows you're not ready for how far he's about to take this.
"Fuck, it's good," he mutters, voice wrecked as he stares down at where you're joined. "Look at that. Fuckin' swallowed me whole, didn't you?" He gives a rough roll of his hips, just enough to make you jerk and gasp under him. "Tight little pussy- already squeezin' like she wants to keep me."
Your head tips back as a choked little moan slips out, your hands clinging to his shoulders now, nails dragging across his back without thinking. He groans, fucking into you harder now, faster. Your body jerks with the impact of his rough thrust, and he moans, loud and low against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he bites down like an animal.
He keeps fucking into you with rapid, punishing thrusts, his body bracketed over yours, your legs forced wide apart so he can get deeper. You moan loudly, not bothering to hold back on being responsive. You're slicing into his back with your nails, mewling and panting his name harshly.
He growls at the pleasure pain you give him, rutting into you harder, like the sound of his name like that flipped some switch in him. "Say it again," he pants. "Say my fuckin' name."
You do, a little louder this time, all breathless and shaking. "Jason, mmh! please!"
"Fuck," he bites, his whole body shuddering as he pounds into you now, hips snapping forward again and again. "You're gonna let me ruin you, huh? That what you want, sweet girl? Gonna let me fuck the good right outta you?" You nod, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, not even sure if it's from how good it feels or how deep he's inside you, but it makes him groan, deep and ragged, like he's never seen anything more perfect.
His voice is nothing but a harsh whisper now. "I ever catch you lettin' another man in this house, I swear to god-"
You cut him off with a soft little moan, too blissed out to process the threat, and Jason grunts, cock pulsing inside of you as he scrapes against your gummy inner walls. You let out a loud, high whine, clenching tight around him, and he curses under his breath, leaning forward to kiss you rough and messy, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip.
The taste of you is too much for him, and he groans loudly, grabbing onto the back of your head so he can fully suck your tongue into his mouth and buck into you faster, like a dog in a rut. "Gonna cum f'you," He grunts, tearing out of you suddenly.
You whine at the loss of the full feeling inside your belly. and he grabs onto your plush thighs again, squeezing his throbbing, flushed cock and pumping it a few times before splurting all over your pussy. You pant, heart pounding in your chest.
He cums load after load on you, before dropping onto his knees and stuffing his face into your cunt, needing you to cum for him too. He doesn't want to wait for your sensitivity or that coil to fade away, and so he thrusts his tongue deep inside your sopping hole, eating out your cunt like it's the only dessert he needs.
You scream, ecstasy washing over you so suddenly that you can't even warn him when you cum into his hot mouth, watching him eagerly drink it all up and tongue fucking you through your orgasm.
He groans at your taste once again, unable to get over how sweet you taste. He stands and scoops some of the cum off his thighs and pushes his fingers lightly to your mouth. "Open." He mutters, watching you oblige with a dazed look in your eyes. He feels his cock twitch to life once more at the sight of you tasting him and looking into his eyes like he's just ruined you, which he has. Your hair is a mess and your lips are swollen, and your lower half is soaked with his cum.
Synopsis⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆: You’ve been slacking off at work, and your boss demands you have supervised overtime.
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tags/warnings⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆:M18+, smut, use of profanities, meandom! Taehyun, sub!reader, degradation, power dynamics, name calling (tyun calls reader a bitch:[ ), petnames (good girl, sir,), orgasm denial, humiliation, edging, creampie, cockwarming, dacryphilia, improper use of underwear, tyun is an asshole &yn has no backbone
A/N: Another one finished in one day. Somebody sedate me.
Kang Taehyun is many things. Stoic, scarily intelligent, cutthroat, articulate, devilishly handsome and most importantly, your boss. It’s been a little over a year since you’ve gotten hired at HYBE Ent. as his personal assistant. It was really no easy job. You had to schedule his meetings, sort documents, send emails… the list goes on! You had to juggle these tasks while simultaneously perfecting them, at that. Taehyun was very organized; there was no room for slip ups. Considering that, it was a wonder how you still even had the job. Hell if you knew. The amount of mistakes you made were laughable, and to make matters worse, they were easily-fixable, stupid mistakes. So, why did you keep messing up? It’s simple really.
Kang Taehyun.
Seriously, it was all because of him.
Ok, you’re lying. It’s technically your fault. Whatever. Mr. Kang was way too sexy! It was practically torture being in his vicinity. The bite of his cologne when he walked by, the veins running down his thick arms and spilling into his large hands, his stern voice when ordering you around, the way his fitted suits hugged his broad shoulders and tapered at the waist, the sharp click of his tongue or furrow in his brow when he was disappointed with something, especially you…It all made you woozy, and if you payed a little too much attention to any of these things, your panties got damp and you couldn’t focus on anything you had to do that day.
To no surprise, your most productive days were when he was away on a business trip or handling outside affairs. As soon as he got back it was back to the same old slip ups. Nowadays, however, you’ve gotten used to it…mostly. At least you thought you did.
“Miss Y/N.”
Taehyun’s loud voice rings through the large office. You snap out of your trance with a jolt, whipping your head around to meet his sharp gaze. When he finally gets his attention, he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. You slowly tread over to his desk.
“I’ve called your name nearly 5 times. Are you not serious about this job?” He accuses, a stack of paper he was previously holding slamming down on his desk. You bow your head in an attempt to apologize, not wanting to face at him.
“Sorry! I, uh…I have no excuse. It won’t happen again.” You lift your head slightly to meet his eyes, the deep furrow in his eyebrows sending a chill down your spine. He just sighs.
“Lift your head, Miss Y/N. Go check your emails, I need you to proofread a contract for me and print it. Let me know if there’s any issues.” With a ‘yes sir’, you nod obediently and leave his office to do your job.
At your desk just outside his office, you scroll through your emails lazily and clicked on a message sent by your boss. You painstakingly edit the typos and clarify wordy sentences before finally sending it to the printer and retrieving it. With the short stack of papers in hand, you walk over to the door of Taehyun’s office. Your patent leather heels click harshly against the floor of the quiet hallway, a stark contrasts to the lack of noise. With a knock and a quiet cough to clear your throat, you ask for permission to come in.
Taehyun’s voice spills out from the cracks of the door, inviting you in. The door closes behind you with a soft click. You look towards his desk, admiring how the computer screen illuminates his face in the dim office. Your eyes find the window and you quickly glance in its direction at the setting sun, signifying that you were nearing the end of your shift. For the second time today, you walk right up to his desk and extend your hand containing the papers outwards.
“The documents you requested, Mr. Kang!” You say brightly with a smile. His face retains its usual stoicism as he takes his eyes away from the computer screen to look at the contract he requested. He takes the files from you, fingertips just barely brushing yours. A heat washes over your face as you retract your hands and clasp them neatly together. You notice the way Taehyun’s eyebrow twitches as he scans over the words, and it’s not long before he begins to tap his fingers against the table with his free hand. With a harsh smack, he drops the papers on the table harshly before pushing them towards you.
“The date. Read it.”
With a jump, you lean over the desk to read, cleavage nearly spilling out of your top. You felt Taehyun’s eyes burning into you.
“Out. Loud.” He insists, tone demanding.
You swallow hard before you answer. “N-November 5th.”
“Good girl,” He says, a fresh rush of heat going straight to your core. His hands begin to roughly massage his temples. “And what day is it today?”
You struggle to choke out words as the air becomes thick with tension. Your eyes are everywhere but on him. He tuts in annoyance.
“Look at me and respond when I’m talking to you. Or would you prefer a termination email?”
Your eyes widen as you shake your head rapidly and stand up straighter, your face still burning. “No sir, today is January 20th.” Your voice shakes as you answer.
“Right,” He begins, voice laced with raw annoyance. “So why the fuck are you giving me a document from almost 3 months ago?” The office chair he was sitting in dramatically rolls back as he stands up abruptly. Your eyes travel his figure as he walks around his desk and stops next to where you’re standing.
In your tranced state, your brain finally registers that he calls your name, and you quickly turn to face him. Taehyun tilts his head downwards to meet your face, placing a hand on his desk and leaning against it leisurely. He breathes roughly through his nose as he analyzes your quivering figure. His dark gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the swell of your breasts under the thin blouse, and the soft curvature of your hips. His eyes trail back up to meet yours before he begins talking after a swift inhale.
“Im going to ask you a series of questions, and I want you to answer honestly. I expect a ‘yes sir’, or a ‘no sir’. Is that clear, Y/N?”
The sudden drop of formalities shocks you. You tentatively nod your head.
Taehyun’s standing up straight now, his voice commanding as he begins to speak.
“Do you have a problem following directions?”
You exhale shakily, “No sir.” He nods softly.
“Do you have trouble listening to me, or do you at all question my authority?”
You shake your head rapidly. “N-no! Not at all. No sir.”
Taehyun steps closer, his cologne sitting heavy in the air and surrounding the two of you. Every inhale has you more intoxicated. He hums at your answer.
“Are you attracted to me, Y/N?”
The question makes your eyes widen, knees nearly giving out. You look up at him in a panic, breathing faltering as you think of how to answer him. He remains poker faced as he stares deeply into your eyes.
“No sir,” you reply breathlessly, your voice only above a whisper.
Taehyun quirks an eyebrow up. “Are you lying to me?”
You become panicked, eyes watering as as you look downwards and accept your fate.
“…” The silence stretches uncomfortably, only the faint click of dress shoes and buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway are heard.
“Yes, sir.”
Taehyun scoffs and chuckles flippantly. You feel dizzy with embarrassment, hands clenching hard on the bottom of your skirt until your knuckles lose circulation. You wanted to disappear more and more by the second, but his proximity and harsh tone is making your arousal soak through your lace panties.
“Who knew my secretary was such a little slut?” You whimper in embarrassment, refusing to meet his mocking gaze. The fight in you was nearly gone. “Im not—“ You’re cut off abruptly by another question.
“Are you turned on, Y/N?”
You gasp, keeping your attention on the uninteresting floorboards beneath your black heels. You exhale shakily before choking out another pitiful ‘yes sir’.
You were spiraling. You have no idea how much worse it could possibly get. There’s no way you haven’t lost your job, and you were being humiliated by your hot boss. You’re so stuck in your head that you don’t even realize that Taehyun has made his way behind you until he places a large hand on your lower back. You gasp as he lowers you down to where you’re bent over his desk, your chest pressed directly onto the papers he scolded you over.
You look back at the glowering man, eyes teary and pitiful. With his free hand, he eases your skirt upwards, clicking his tongue as he sees your panties soiled with slick. A finger hooks around the band of your underwear and he slowly yanks them down until they’re around your ankles, grinning sadistically at the sight of your arousal connecting to your panties in messy strings.
Taehyun watches your hips buck at the slight stimulation, chuckling lightly and bringing a hand to rub your ass.
“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?”
You whimper in bliss, lost in his touch;the fantasy of your boss finally touching you. Suddenly, he winds his arm up and gives a cheek a harsh smack. You lurch forward with a broken moan. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, bitch.” He growls.
“Yes—yes sir!” You sob, feeling your arousal gush out of you and trickle down your exposed thighs. You hear Taehyun hum as he rubs the reddish spot tinting your skin before landing another slap. You whine loudly, only being met with a harsh ’shhh’ from Taehyun’s lips.
“All you do is whine. You know you deserve it. You get punished when you repeatedly make mistakes, and that’s all you do.” His hands soothes the self imposed welts on your soft skin, the tenderness disappearing quickly as he snacks your ass once again.
You quickly lose track of how many times he’s ‘disciplined’ you, only focused on how much your core aches with need from the delicious pain of his slaps. Without warning, he lands another smack, this time flattening his hand flush against your pussy. You cry out as your body spasms, tears falling onto his desk as your mouth hangs open from the pleasure. Your head whips around to plead at him, only to find him darkly staring at his hand, wet with your arousal.
Taehyun licks his hand clean before grabbing the edge of your pencil skirt and neatly fixing it back to its original place. You look at him quizzically before he leans over towards your ear, placing a hand on either side of you to steady himself. You shiver as his breath fans your ear.
“Grab your things. You’re working overtime with me. You need to finish up those contracts I told you to proofread.” You nod slightly, still shaken up by the whole ordeal. After he pulls away, you press your hands into the desk to get up, almost stumbling on the panties you forgot were around your ankles. You bend down to pull them up when you heard Taehyun’s voice from his office chair.
“Leave it.”
You give him a pleading look, still gripping the band of your underwear.
“Did I stutter? Leave them here. Bring them to me” He demands. Completely disregarding the look in your eyes.
“Sorry sir,” You say quietly before completely ridding yourself of your panties and placing the lace in the palm of his outstretched hand. You see him shove them in his pockets before tapping lightly on your still-sore ass. Taehyun leisurely kicks his legs onto his desk as he waves you away.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I know you want to walk around the office knowing you don’t have anything underneath that skirt of yours, don’t you? Attention seeking whore.” He sneered. “Go on, go grab your things before they lock the breakroom. If you wait too long, everyone will see how wet you are going back to your boss’s office.”
You quickly walk out of the room with unsteady steps. Your coworkers made small talk in passing, and you found it difficult to hide your impatience and ignore the quiet smack-smacking of your thighs sticking together. You politely excused yourself before quickly grabbing your things and darting back to his office. The hallways became a blur, your surroundings overshadowed by the throbbing between your thighs.
You don’t even knock this time, too wrecked with desperation to care. You barge into his office and search for Taehyun’s figure. He lazily looks over to meet your gaze before beckoning you towards him with a wave of his hands. You set down your items before readily appearing at his side, your cautious gaze a stark contrast to the willingness of your actions. Taehyun chuckles. Your eyes travel down his figure, widening when they catch the glint of his unbuckled belt and unzipped fly. You swallow hard and meet his eyes once again.
“Go grab your laptop. I told you that you’d be working, didn’t I?” Your disappointment was hard to conceal. You pouted slightly before obeying and returning with your laptop tucked neatly under your arm.
Taehyun grabs your laptop, setting it down on his desk in front of himself. “Where am I supposed to sit, Mr. Kang?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Suddenly, he grins widely. The change in his face sending chills down your spine. You’d never seen him make a face like this. Even his business smiles were tight-lipped and professional. Taehyun grabs your hips roughly and pulls you to where you’re standing between his legs. You feel him hook his fingers under your skirt and hike it up to your waist, exposing your wet cunt to the cold AC. You gasp at his actions. “Never seen you so excited to work.” He teases monotonously, hard cock straining against his pants.
Your embarrassment is interrupted by the sound of Taehyun patting one thigh. “Come here, Y/N.”
You oblige with a whimper, your sore ass now seated on the rough fabric of his slacks. Taehyun reaches over and opens your laptop before retracting his hand and pulling his cock out his boxers and through the opening of his fly. You gasp at the sheer girth of him. Your mouth waters as you take notice of the thick veins lining his shaft and tip red with need, beads of precum rolling down the tip.
You swallow hard. “Mr. Kang I—What am I supposed to—“
Taehyun scoffs, interrupting your meaningless babble. “Since when has the slut who ogles at me every day been this shy? You think about my dick so much, you can’t even do your job correctly, and when it’s right in front of you, you’re flustered? Don’t make me laugh.” Your eyes water at his harsh words as you feel your arousal dripping onto his leg. Nevertheless, he continues his taunting. “Now, do I need to hire a new secretary, or are you gonna come sit on my dick like you know you want to?”
Tears of humiliation threaten to spill as you lift your hips above the tip of his member. With a sigh and extreme lack of prep, you sink down onto his fat cock. You choke out a sob as he splits you open, not noticing the way he struggles to keep his own composure. Taehyun lets out a sharp hiss.
“How’s a slut like you so tight, hm? Shouldn’t your pussy be spent by now?”
You mewl as his tip settles against your g spot, tears rolling down your cheeks. “N-no—’m not a slut,” you cry.
Taehyun hums. “Just for me then? Good.”
You rock your hips slightly to pleasure yourself, only to be stoped by Taehyun’s hands tightly gripping your waist.
“No, finish your work first. Proofread the contracts I sent you, and send emails to the respective companies apologizing for the lateness on my behalf. Then, maybe I’ll let you cum if you do a satisfactory job.
You whine in protest, but it was ultimately futile to your unwavering boss. With a shaky sigh, you unlock your computer. Your hands shake as you open up your email, scrolling to the correct files and correcting them. You blinked the tears out of your eyes so you could focus, which became increasingly harder because of the occasional throb of his dick inside of you, or a slight shift in position sinking you further onto him. You let out broken moans as you complete your work to the best of your ability alongside Taehyun who wraps up his own work for the day.
After you finish typing up the last email and pressing send, you’d lost count of how many times you’ve been edged. Wet mascara from tears had dried on your face, and you were sure you looked completely wrecked. You open your mouth to speak, voice unsteady.
“Mr Kang…I’ve finished it—I’ve finished everything just please please fuck me,, please I want to cum so bad,” You sob.
“Get up,” Taehyun demands. You whine in protest, but ultimately listen, easing off his painfully hard dick with a filthy squelch. His lap is absolutely coated in your arousal, the sight sinful. Without warning, Taehyun stands up and pushes you over onto his desk, thrusting into you roughly. You let out a choked scream at the intrusion. Taehyun wastes no time, gripping your hips so hard you swear it’ll bruise. Your hands claw at the wood of his desk, desperate for something to ground yourself on.
You feel every ounce of desperation that he’d been holding back in the way he pounds into you. It’s relentless. Intoxicating. Your sopping pussy makes the most pornographic sounds as he has his way with you. Taehyun grunts in response. “Fuck, she’s loud isn’t she? So hungry for my cock”
One of Taehyun’s free hands snakes up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. His actions cause you to arch your back and take him deeper, The angle bullying your spot with every rough rock of his hips.
“Practically begging for it, ngh-“
Taehyun leans forwards, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he begins to speak.
“See what happens when you do your job? You get rewarded. You could have completed your tasks like a good little assistant, but instead you decided your head could only be full of my cock,” He says, his hips smacking against yours. You just moan in response.
“Now you know what happens when you screw around enough to finally piss me off after I’d dismissed your mistakes.” He breathes deeply, rolling his hips into you.
“If you need cock in order to be sufficient at your job, I’ll fuck it into you Every. Single. Day until you can think for yourself.” Taehyun harshly slaps your ass before speeding up his thrusts chasing his high with vigor. All you can do is cry at the feeling of his fat cock inside of you, until you felt the familiar intensity of your orgasm building in your core.
You moan in response. “Yes—Yes! ‘Wan your cock every day sir, please–hah, fuck!” The pleasure is blinding, nearly becoming too much for you to handle.
“Mr. Kang! Coming,, ‘m coming, please—“ you moan out in desperation, tears wetting his wooden desk.
“Yeah?” He asks through gritted teeth. “Go ahead, come on my cock.”
Your release hits you like a truck, finally being able to cum after hours of arousal. He fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts never letting up even when you cry that ‘it’s too much’.
“You can take a little more. Be good for once.” He pants, his hips stuttering as he nears his own release. With one final snap of his hips, Taehyun releases inside of you, grunting as your tight walls milk his cock. When he finally pulls out, you feel his release spilling out of you lewdly. He clicks his tongue behind you before scooping it up with thick fingers before stuffing it back in your spent pussy, along with your thin lace panties to keep it nice and plugged. You yelp, looking back at him with half lidded eyes.
After you catch your breath and he straightens up, you turn to leave awkwardly, legs wobbling like a fawn. Taehyun pauses for a second before grabbing your wrist with a stern expression
“I expect your work to be done exactly at the end of your shifttomorrow…Unless you want more overtime, Miss Y/N.”
Idk what kind of perverted flow state I've reached but I'm over halfway done with overtime and its delish...I have so much fun writing about things I'm into
Synopsis⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Your boyfriend has been acting weird since he got home from work, and you're set on finding out why!
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Tags/warnings⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆M18+, Smut, sub!soobin, gn terms used for y/n, y/n has fem body parts, multiple orgasms m!rec, cream pie, marking, bondage, lmk if I missed anything <3
A/N:I'm finally back..lowkey wrote this in one day and the first half got deleted so I had to start over</3 Also I've never written sub b4 so don't shoot me... anyways enjoy! (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
Soobin is…A weird one to say the least. He’s unpredictable, funny and adorable to a fault. Not that you were complaining, though, his odd quirks were what drew you to him in the first place. But regardless of how strange he was normally, you simply couldn’t decipher his strange behavior today ever since he got home.
You were in the kitchen fixing up a quick dinner when you heard the jingle of keys followed by the sound of the front door to your apartment opening. You momentarily turned off the stove in order to meet your boyfriend at the door. “Hi honey!” You chimed, opening your arms earnestly in front of him to trap him in your embrace. He greeted you back, a soft ‘hi’, being muffled by the skin of your neck which he was pressing his head down into. He sighed warmly as the cold air from his coat dissipated in your embrace. You released him and were about to continue cooking when you noticed a strange plastic bag in his hands. You pointed to it, curiosity sweeping over your features. “What’s that, Binnie?” You asked casually.
Soobin’s eyes widened as he gripped the handles of the bag tightly, almost as if he’d been caught committing a crime. “I-It’s Nothing. All good. I’ll tell you later.” He stammered, stumbling over his words as he beelined towards your shared bedroom.
Weird, you thought, but paid it no mind and continued coking. By the time you were plating your food, Soobin emerged from the bedroom. You felt a strong pair of arms warp around your waist and his head dip down, bangs tickling your neck. The two of you stood together wordlessly as you continued with your task, before Soobin began to press soft kisses into the skin of your neck, lips dragging over the sensitive part of your nape. You nearly dropped the spoon you were using. “Soobin,” You warned, voice coming out weaker than you intended. He just hummed in response, hot breath fanning over tour neck almost teasingly. “I won’t be able to focus if you keep doing that” You confess. You feel him pout a little before abandoning your neck and standing next to you instead, helping you plate the food.
Conversation felt slightly more natural once you started eating, the quieter-than-usual Soobin perking up and ranting about how stressful work was that day and how much he hates his management. You giggled and continued eating before a previous question reentered your brain, curiosity getting the best of you. “Hey Soobin,” You began as he looked up at you from the cup of water he was drinking. “So…What was in that bag from earlier, hm?” Your eyes narrowed at him playfully as the corners of your mouth twitched upwards into a mischievous smirk. The sudden question nearly caused him to choke on his water, and once he regained his breath he finally gave you an answer…albeit it was pretty half assed. Something about it being for the two of you blah blah blah. Basically not a real answer. After the two of you were done eating and cleaning the kitchen, Soobin insisted on taking a shower first, His secretiveness was kind of scaring you, truth be told. You plop down on the couch, beginning to brainstorm any solution or explanation for your boyfriend’s weird behavior.
Soobin rarely hides anything from you, except for things he was deeply embarrassed about. You thought back to the beginning of the relationship, and his strange behavior near the time he told you that he wanted you to dominate him, and all the other times he confessed another one of his kinks or things he wanted to try. You smile to yourself deviously. You’d finally found it, and you’re sure that he had bought a new toy to try or something. Truth be told, you’re excited. You bit your lip in anticipation as your leg twitched thinking about what it could be. You started to picture a myriad of lewd scenes involving the two of you, your thumb hooking into the band of your leggings when you heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening. Your head whips towards the cause of the sound, abruptly straightening yourself out. When you catch sight of your handsome boyfriend, however, part of you wishes you didn’t.
The sight made you drool—almost. Soobin’s skin and hair was still a bit dap from the shower, sporting a loose fitting T-shirt and pajama pants. You could tell he was being purposeful in the amount of noise he was making, as if he was trying to sneak into the bedroom without you noticing.
Bullshit.
You walk up to your boyfriend confidently and throw your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tippy toes to reach his ears, you begin to whisper. “Wait up for me in the bedroom, Kay?”
Soobin’s ears turn a bright red as he wordlessly nods enthusiastically. Your hand lingers on his chest, traveling downward until your fingertips are right above the band of his sweatpants. You hear his breath hitch in anticipation before touching pull away and leisurely pad towards the bathroom, humming as you swing your hips. The teasing elicits a quiet whimper from Soobin that you choose to ignore because you wont be able to pull yourself off him if you give in now.
You’re hardly able to focus on your shower as you picture what waits for you in the bedroom. Your big, handsome boyfriend of course—probably sitting obediently and twitching in anticipation. Your mouth practically waters, and you can’t tell whether the its your arousal or the steamy water your thighs stick together. Nonetheless, you prepare yourself earnestly for the night that lies ahead of you.
Your breath stutters slightly as the cold hallway air hits your slightly damp skin. You shiver slightly, only being clad in a thin silk robe and your undergarments The doorknob to your bedroom seems warmer than usual, and you’re met with the sight you anticipated; A less damp but equally as cute Soobin laying with his back on the headboard and scrolling on his phone. His eyes widen once he notices your presence, a blush quickly dusting across his skin.
“Hey,” he says tentatively, you can see the gears turning in his eyes as he thinks of what to say. You beat him to it.
“About that bag...” you inquire, frame leaning lazily against the doorframe. He jolted slightly at your stern tone. “Right! Right…” He jumps to move towards the side of the bed, opening a drawer in your nightstand. Before he pulls the item out, he turns his head to look at you like a sad puppy.
“It’s something I want to try. It’s a little weird…maybe…I-It’s ok If you’re uncomfortable. I won’t force you, I promise. Im sorry if—“ You cut him off with a loud sigh and a dismissive wave of your hand. You walk over to the bed, the mattress dipping a little as you crawl over to him.
“Soobin, I’d never. I love you. Now tell me what you want from me.” You demand softly, your impatience evident in your tone. With a soft whimper, your boyfriend takes the mystery item out of the drawer and places it lightly in the palm of your hands.
Handcuffs. A smile plays at your lips as you feel a burning sensation in your lower stomach.
You quirk an eyebrow upwards. “This is what you were so nervous about?” You ask, turning to look at Soobin and being met with an exasperated expression.
“Y/N, You—“
“Come on, lay back.” You say. Your smile turning into a grin as he obliges.
“Good boy”
Soobin moans softly at the nickname, his noises growing louder and needier as you begin pressing wet kisses into the skin of his neck. Your tongue traces the sensitive parts under his neck, nipping and biting at the skin until maroon marks begin to appear. Your hands slip under the thin cotton of his shirt, stroking up his abs and intentionally lingering on his nipples, not missing the way his back arches off the bed.
“Fuck, love—“ He breaths, head thrown back in ecstasy. You sit back on your heels and begin to pull his shirt upwards, signaling for him to take it off. While he’s busy with his shirt, your hand ghosts over the painfully obvious bulge in his pants. Soobin chokes out a strangled moan as he bucks his hips into your palm, shirt still only halfway off.
His reaction causes you to retract your hand, shooting him a warning look. He whimpers, a pitiful look adorning his features as he finishes taking his shirt off and lays his arms obediently at his sides.
An idea pops into your head as you remember the ropes that started this whole predicament. Reaching for the handcuffs, you bind his wrists together and hook them comfortably on the headboard. You take a second to admire the sight in front of you—Soobin’s face is flushed a deep shade of red as his arms are fixed helplessly against the headboard. His eyes are glossed over with need, and neck marked with your lips. With a chuckle, you slip your robe off and dive back down, beginning to trail kisses down Soobin’s wide chest.
You feel his breathing stutter, especially when you get to his nipples. Your tongue lightly circles the pink bud, causing him to cry out.
“Y/N—Sensitive!” He whimpers. You smile against his skin and nip at it slightly before turning your attention to the other one. Soobin writhes under your touch, a useless action because of his bound state. You continue trailing down, hickeys adorning his chest, until you reach the waistband of his pants. You pause to look at him, meeting his pleading gaze with a soft smile before turning your attention back to his pants.
“Binnie, lift your hips,” you say, to which he obliges readily. You pull down his pajama pants just enough for you to have full access to his member. You nearly gasp at the state of his boxers. He’s soaked through where his tip is, and he’s staining against the fabric so much you reckon there’s no way he’s not in pain. But oh well, this is what he wanted…right?
You press a light kiss to wet spot on his boxers, causing him to buck his hips slightly. Your tongue traces lightly over the ridges of his cock, making sure to linger on the underside of the tip.
“Ngh-please!” Soobin whimpers.
“Are you gonna keep whining or do you want to cum?” you ask the shaking man.
He simply whimpers in response as you push his hips into the mattress with little regard to his protests. Your tongue traces a long stripe along his dick, making sure to ghost over it for a while to tease him. Flattening the wet muscle, you move back upwards to his tip and begin sucking relentlessly. Deep moans emerge from Soobin’s mouth, becoming increasingly more whiny as you stroke his clothed length with your free hand. With a pitiful moan, Soobin cums in his boxers, completely soiling them. You take a second to marvel at the sticky mess before ridding your boyfriend of his pants and boxers altogether. You look towards his face and notice his eyes screwed shut as his chest fell up and down quickly. Still coming down from his high.
Unsatisfied, you take his softening cock in your hand and promptly nudge the tip between your soft lips. You swirl your tongue around the tip, paying extra attention to his slit and begin bobbing your head. The sudden stimulation causes him to sit up slightly and look at you with wide eyes.
“Y/N! Y/N! Sensitive!” He whimpers, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. You come off of his large length with a pop.
“That’s not the safe word”
You put your mouth back on him, this time making an effort to throat him deeper than before. Your hands found find remainder of his length and begin pumping it in earnest, desperate to milk another orgasm from him.
You could tell Soobin was close because of the lewd noises he was making, coupled with the rapid movement of his hips. You keep a firm grip on his waist with your free hand as you felt him release a fat load in your mouth with a guttural moan. He’s a little too much to swallow–you choke lightly as cum spills from the sides of your mouth. A filthy mixture of spit and cum trails down your chin and onto his abdomen as you pull upwards from his pink throbbing cock.
You ease upwards until you’re face to face with Soobin’s flushed and panting face. “Soobin,” you begin, his gaze focusing on you through half lidded eyes, “You want my pussy?” You ask, every ounce of decency leaving your body as you take in his wrecked state.
Even through the delicious pain of overstimulation, Soobin nods and whimpers. “Please, please let me fuck you, Y/N.”
You grin, obviously satisfied with the reaction you got, and move back down until you sat directly behind his now-erect dick. Your finger hooks around the fabric of your lace panties, as you wince at the amount of arousal spilling out of your cunt and dribbling down your thighs,
Soobins eyes meet yours as you rub yourself on the his tip, smearing the cum and spit from his previous orgasm on your folds. Not being able to bear the self inflicted teasing anymore, you sink down on his cock. His size of and girth that you somehow never get used to elicits a breathless moan from you, and the delicious stretch prompts you to begin moving. You bounce yourself on his cock, alternating between rocking moving up and down. You feel the movement of your boyfriend’s hips, meeting your bounces with thrusts every now and then. The combination causes you to lurch forward in pleasure, bringing you face to face with your boyfriend.
Soobin’s mouth hangs open, completely fucked dumb. You stick a thumb in the side of his mouth as you keep up your ministrations on his dick. He whimpers as his mouth closes, sucking lightly.
Satisfied, you withdraw your finger and brace yourself for his thrusts. Hands pressed firmly against the mattress as he rams into you at a brutal pace. It’s your turn to become a mess, moaning as he bullies your gspot with his tip.
You feel your orgasm approaching, and with Soobin’s relentless thrusts, you’re cumming soon after.
“Fuck, Soobin–baby, I’m cumming, ngh—” You moan, mouth hanging open as your face presses into his solid chest. The rapid clenching of your walls triggers Soobin’s own release, and with a whiny moan you feel his cum spilling inside of your pussy. He fills you up deliciously and the two of you lay there for a little while.
You pull yourself off him and balance yourself on your hands. Soobin’s eyes are glued to your wrecked pussy, filled with a mixture of the both of your releases. Fat globs of his cum trickle out, and you notice him staring,
“Soobin, you pervert,” you say lightly with a soft grin.
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" “your cheeks furiously blushed” “your ears burn bright red” “The look in your reddened face” “your knuckles white with effort” “bruised purple against your light skin”
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
↪I have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. It’s gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC aren’t wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I don’t know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you aren’t all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
this is SO important!!!! I’m so tired of having y/n be white. Like, it’s impossible to have an Asian reader and I feel so ignored with the lack of diversity in x reader fanfiction.
HEY GUYS! Sorry for abandoning lolz my life has been terrible&busy I j finished midterms though so I should have more time! I promise I’m working on a couple prompts🥀I love yall so much I’m so sorry!
ABRK LIKE YOU WANT IT WAS SOO GOOODDDD AHHAHSHAHDHEJSHS
WOULD YOH EVER CONSIDER WRITING A PT2,, WHICH IN THAT CASE, READER WOULD BE THE ONE WITH THE COLLAR ON…? 😭❤️🩹
HIIII LOVE IM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED (,,> ᴗ <,,)! I’d love to do a part two eventually👀 I do want to knock out some more kinktober prompts first…anyways tysm for your support it means so much!!!
Between the silk sheets pressed against your smooth palms and Heeseung’s hot mouth devouring you, you didn’t know which was more overwhelming. Every sloppy, wet movement of his tongue against your core sent jolts of fire straight to your spine.
“Fuh—fuck, Hee—“ you tried to breathe out, only for him to cut you off, tip of his tongue plunging inside you again. He practically blew raspberries, eating you like you were his last meal and he wasn’t letting go.
The tension in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter, heat pooling unbearably low. “Ngh~ Hee… ‘m gonna cum,” you whimpered, body trembling.
Heeseung’s smirk pressed against you, muffled but sharp. “Mphm, g’na cuhm fa me?” he teased, voice thick and needy, teasing you right at the edge. You couldn’t even respond before white-hot pleasure ripped through your body, making you arch and shiver uncontrollably.
He didn’t stop. Not even as your legs shook around him. Every flick of his tongue, every wet, messy lap, kept you teetering on the edge again and again. Your moans filled the room, mingling with his low hums of satisfaction, until it was impossible to tell where your pleasure ended and his teasing began.
Finally, when your body was wrung completely raw, trembling and soaked, Heeseung pulled back just enough to press his hands against your thighs and forcing your legs apart.
You hear him chuckle before he stands up, hovering over you. You can’t help but open your eyes, nearly gasping as they landed on the man above you. His entire lower face dripped with you. A single drop of your juices fell from the tip of his nose, landing on your lips. You licked them quickly, whining at the taste.
“My sweet baby, my sweet, sweet baby.” Heeseung mumbled, his hands moving down to release himself from his boxers.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you, fill you up, and make you cum for me. Over, and over, and over…” he trailed off as he leaned down to connect your lips.
Your eyes flutter closed, your hands flying up to clutch his hair, pulling him closer as if that was possible. You were distracted, and right where he wanted you.
Heeseung pushed inside, not gently sliding in but filling you to the brim with no warning.
Your cry ripped through the room, legs jerking up around his waist as he bottomed out, stretching you in one deep, dizzying thrust. The burn was immediate, but so was the pleasure, your walls clamped around him greedily, and he let out a guttural groan right against your mouth.
“F-fuck, baby..so damn tight already,” he hissed, pulling back only to slam into you again, harder, deeper. The slap of his hips against yours echoed against the bedroom walls, obscene and wet, each thrust dragging you open and pushing the air from your lungs.
You clawed at his back, trying to ground yourself, but Heeseung wasn’t giving you time to adjust. His rhythm was brutal from the start, cock grinding into that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
“Look at you,” he rasped something between a scoff and a chuckle, eyes blown wide as he watched every twitch of your face, “already falling apart, gonna cum on my cock this fast?”
His words tangled with the sound of skin against skin, and you choked out a broken moan, “H-Hee, I—I can’t! N-no, please,” only for your body to betray you. The orgasm ripped through you, sudden and vicious, making your legs lock tight around him as you screamed his name.
“That’s it,” he growled, fucking you right through it, hips never faltering even as you sobbed into his shoulder, “one more.”
Every nerve was on fire, but Heeseung only pressed in closer, his weight pinning you down as he pounded into your trembling body. Your nails raked down his arms, tears slipping free from the overwhelming stretch and drag of his cock.
“I can’t- s-stop-“ you plead, voice trembling. But your voice seems to fall upon deaf ears.
“Don’t stop clenching—fuck, you’re milking me dry,” he groaned, pace snapping harder, deeper, until the bedframe rattled beneath you. His thumb suddenly pressed against your swollen clit, circling in merciless flicks that had you writhing beneath him.
“N-no, I can’t—Hee, I just—” your protest broke into a wail as another climax slammed into you, your cunt squeezing him so tightly he cursed, biting into your neck to muffle his own moans.
“That’s two, baby. Two already,” he panted against your skin, hips grinding through your aftershocks. “You’ve got one more in you. I know you do. My greedy girl always does.”
You could barely think, let alone speak, as he angled his hips just right, hammering that spot until you saw white. His hand pinned your wrists above your head, his other gripping your thigh open as he ruined you with every thrust.
The third orgasm tore out of you with no warning, violent and overwhelming. You screamed his name, tears streaming as your body convulsed around him, milking him with spasms so strong he almost lost his rhythm. Almost.
“Fucking perfect, God, so fucking perfect when you break for me,” he groaned, thrusts faltering only as his own release hit. His cock twitched deep inside you, spilling hot and thick as he ground into you, filling you until it leaked onto the sheets.
Even then, Heeseung didn’t pull out. His lips pressed to your ear, his voice ragged but smug, “Three times the charm, my love.”
Kinktober #1🦇
AN:Knock knock! who's there? my first kinktober post! I don't know how the inspiration led me to finish this in one day, but here we are. enjoy!
Synopsis⋆˚🐾˖° What started out as a harmless prank goes south quickly after your boyfriend starts giving you puppy-dog eyes
WC⋆˚🐾˖°2.2k
Warnings⋆˚🐾˖° FILTH, Switch!Gyu, Switch!reader, petplay, praise, oral(f receiving), cum eating, creampie, slight cockwarming, petnames (good boy, puppy)
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“Oh you cannot be serious”
The room went silent as all attention fell on the gift that Beomgyu had in his hands. It was still for a second before all of his friends erupted into hysterical laughter. In your boyfriend’s hands lay a black dog’s collar—topped off with a shiny blue tag in the shape of a bone reading ‘Beomgyu’.
Beomgyu’s mouth hung open in a smile of disbelief as you and the rest of his friends began taunting him. Between laughs, you manage to choke out an explanation. “Y’know,—cause you were barking at the dogs—“ You wheeze while wiping a tear. You reminisce at the silly memory of the group volunteering at the local shelter, specifically the part where your boyfriend started acting like a dog. Beomgyu just nods slowly with that big dumb smile of his as he sets the collar down, continuing to rummage through tissue paper from the gift bag. His hands land on thick fabric once again and pulls it out little by little to reveal a matching leash.
“Okay, who—“
Soobin chokes before he can answer the question, causing Beomgyu to narrow his eyes in disgust. “I knew it was your freak ass…”
Soobin clears his throat with a grin on his face. “Actually....Courtesy of me and your lovely girlfriend.” He says as he drapes an arm around you and pulls you into his side.
You grin, looking Into Beomgyu’s eyes lovingly. He returns your gaze briefly before resuming opening the rest of his gifts.
——
The two of you are left in his apartment after the birthday festivities are all wrapped up. With a big sigh, Beomgyu collapses on the couch. His eyes never leave your figure, buzzing around like a bee tiding up the aftermath of the little get together.
“Y/N~” Beomgyu whines with a pout. “C’mereeeeeee~”
You look over your shoulder at him, internally cooing at his cuteness. “Give me a second Gyu. We can spend more time together after I’m done cleaning up!”
Not satisfied with your answer, Beomgyu opens his mouth to release another dramatic sigh. “But it’s my birthday! Clean later. Beomgyu now!” He demands cutely.
You hum in thought before giving in. “Ooookay…just let me put the cake in the fridge.” You say, flashing him a smile before disappearing into the kitchen.
The ever-so-watchful Beomgyu eyed your figure leaving, biting his lip mischievously as an idea popped into his head. He rummages through the pile of various gifts his friends got him to find your ‘joke gift’. Grinning, he takes the collar and leash out the box and swiftly fastens them around his neck. If any of the guys saw this, he’d be screwed. But if it was you then it’s okay. With a horny resolve, he softly padded into the kitchen behind you.
After putting the cake in the refrigerator, you put the plates in the sink and begin to wipe down the counters. Beomgyu could wait a bit more—you thought—it wasnt worth the possible fruit flies.
You walk over to the sink and begin washing your hands when you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. Beomgyu brings his lips up to brush against the bare skin of your neck, causing you to jump a little.
“Gyu!” You whine, “I told you to wait.”
“Woof.”
You stifle a laugh, feeling him smile against your skin. “Beomgyu what the f—“ you begin as he pulls you firmly against him, effectively shutting you up with the feeling of his erection on your ass. You gasp at the feeling, arching into his touch.
Beomgyus lips drag painfully slow up and down your neck, occasionally kissing and licking at your most sensitive spots. Your breath becomes sharp, breathy moans escaping you as he gently sinks his teeth into the plush skin of your neck. Your head tilts to the side, giving him more access to your flesh.
“I tried to wait, needed you too bad,” Beomgyu mumbles against your skin. You gasp as his hands move to massage your thighs underneath your skirt. “C’mon Y/N—master— I’ve been such a good boy, give me a treat, hm?” Beomgyu whines, hands moving closer and closer towards your soaked core with each word. He ruts his erection against you softly as you stand there wordless. You wanted to ask him what this was all about until you felt the cold metal clasp of the collar you “jokingly” gifted him rub against your neck. Wait, were you actually into this?
You didn’t even have time to ponder the possibility before Beomgyu's hand was cupping your wet panties. He growls in an almost animalistic way as you buck your hips into his palm. In an instant, Beomgyu snatches his hand away from your heat and turns you around, using your whines an invitation to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss. You kiss him just as hungrily. Leaning into him as your teeth and tongues clash. Your Boyfriend’s tongue is invasive and feverish in your mouth, licking and sucking as if he’s trying to devour you.
Beomgyu pulls away and drops to his knees, face wet with drool and hands gripping the band of your panties. You meet his gaze as your chest heaves, looking equally as pathetic. Your hands fumble around beneath you when you take hold of his leash and yank him towards your dripping core. Beomgyu whines, a strangled high-pitched moan as you have your way with him.
“Treat,” You hear him mumble against your heat, before roughly yanking your panties down towards your ankles and slotting himself between your thighs. Spreading your legs with a vice grip, Beomgyu licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, the stimulation causing you to shudder. You don’t even have time to catch your breath before he dives back in, sucking harshly in your clit and lapping at your wetness. You moan loudly, your legs shaking at his ministrations. You feel his tongue enter your waiting pussy, fucking you feverishly with the wet muscle.
“Hnngh—good boy!” You moan out, steadying yourself on the countertop. You loop the leash around your hand and bring your hand to the back of his head, pushing him further into your pussy. Beomgyu moans gutturally at the praise, the vibrations only stimulating you further as you use his face to get yourself off. Beomgyu’s tongue exists your hole and spreads your lips, flattening against your clit and leaving little kitten licks where you’re the most sensitive. Your moans get increasingly more erratic as you feel yourself approaching your climax. Feeling you clench on his tongue, Beomgyu keeps his pace steadily, making a mess of your cunt. He kisses your pussy sloppily before pulling back slightly to nip at your sensitive clit, sending you over the edge.
With a high pitched moan, you cum all over Beomgyu’s face. He flattens his tongue on your cunt, letting you ride your high out on his face as he attempts to swallow all of your cum. His mouth leaves your wet heat, traveling down to leave hickeys on the plush of your thighs.
The air on your core turns cold and you can’t help but whine at how empty you feel.
“Beomgyu,” you begin, voice shaky and dripping with want. He looks up at you, eyes glossy and lips swollen and spit slicked. “Mmh?” He questions as he rockes his hips steadily against your leg.
“Fuck me”
Beomgyu grins filthily, eyes sparkling with want. “Yes ma’am”
You lead Beomgyu down the hallway to his bedroom with his leash. He follows obediently with a dopey smile on his face and dick still throbbing in his baggy jeans. As soon as you enter his room, you hurriedly let go of the leash to rid yourself of your remaining clothes. Beomgyu sits quietly on the bed, biting his lips and trying not to cum in his pants at the sight. You glance over to your fully dressed boyfriend.
“Gyu, take your shirt off for me, hm?” He nods and obliges. Throwing his shirt somewhere in the room and leaning back slightly while manspreading, waiting for your next command. Your breath catches at the sight, collar sitting prettily on his honey colored neck and leash dangling down his toned abdomen. He catches you staring and relishes in the feeling, eyes meeting yours as you make your way over. You run a hand up his toned thigh and stop on his hip. He shudders at the touch. Beomgyu’s heart hammers at the anticipation. Your hand slowly drags horizontally, pressing down on his bulge and catching at his wet tip. He moans loudly, eyes screwing shut and hips bucking up to chase the feeling.
When you pull away, he pouts up at you, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth again. Truthfully, you almost moan at the sight. You resit the urge to continue teasing him just to see his reactions, and instead reach down to undo his jeans.
Beomgyu’s wrecked with need, His head hangs low and each brush of your fingertips on his body almost sends him into overdrive. When you finally get his pants off enough to view his boxers, you gasp. The entire area around his cock is drenched. Carefully, you touch a fingertip to his wet tip through his underwear and pull away, a string of precum connecting the two of you. He shudders pathetically, hands gripping the sheets as he struggles to be obedient. His chest heaves as he feels you slip a finger beneath the band of his boxers and pull them down. With a strangled moan, his painfully hard cock springs free, hitting his toned abdomen and brushing the rough fabric of the leash.
Beomgyu breaths hard as he looks up at you through thick eyelashes and lidded eyes. “How do you want me?”
“Lay back on the pillows Gyu. ‘M gonna ride” you mumble, tripping over your words. You’ve never seen your usually cocky boyfriend like this—face flushed and hands gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He obeys, of course, and you make your way over to him and straddle his abdomen. Not willing to wait any longer, you position yourself over him and sink down slowly. The fat tip of his cock stretches you out deliciously. Both of you are completely gone, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open as you soak in the feeling of each other.
Once settled, you grab hold of his leash again and begin slamming your hips up and down on him, the both of you a moaning mess as his back arches off the bed.
“Ffuck—“ You moan, feeling utterly stuffed by him. Beomgyu looked angelic—with his knitted eyebrows and glossed over eyes—you’d think that he was in pain if it weren’t for his cock standing thick and hard inside of you. He chokes out a moan as you continue bouncing and tugging on the leash, tongue hanging out of his open mouth as he gasps for air.
“Hah-you feel so good, Y/N” he pants, planting his feet on the bed so that he can meet your hips with his thrusts. You slow down as your hips start to burn with exhaustion.
“Puppy, Im tired,” You whine, rocking your hips gently as he nestles himself against your G spot. Beomgyu just nods lazily and pats your thigh to get you to get up. You oblige and lay next to him still not letting go of the leash. He uses this as momentum to lean over you, dipping down to lick a wet stripe up your neck. You shudder as he pushes his hands behind your knees and presses them towards your head.
Beomgyu thinks he could cry seeing you exposed all prettily for him. Pussy wet, fucked open and waiting for him to breed it by stuffing it full of his seed, eyes all glossy and lips kiss bitten. He could die a happy man. With a deep sigh, he aligns himself with your sopping entrance and pushes back in. You choke out a moan feeling him stretch you open on his length again. His eyes roll back at the feeling of your soft walls clamping down on his dick. You’d think he was the one getting fucked, what with all of the whiny moans he was letting out.
It was as if a flip was switched. Beomgyu starts thrusting into you as if he was punishing you. The angle made it impossible for him not to hit your g spot. Your moans bordered on screams, the two of you sounding pornographic in unison with each other.
“Fffuck baby—you feel so—ffuck” Beomgyu pants. You yank the leash down to capture Beomgyu’s lips in a sloppy kiss. He keeps pounding into your cunt, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
“Mmh—“ Beomgyu whimpers in your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered. “Gonna cum—fuck. Can I inside? Please? Please—I’ll breed you real nice, I’m AKC certified, you know? Fuck—stuff you full of me“ he rambles.
You—equally as fucked out and approaching your orgasm—nod enthusiastically as you yank on his leash. “Ngh—please, inside, cum inside me like a good puppy—fuck Gyu!” You babble, clenching violently around his length.
With a whimper, Beomgyu comes inside of you. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt inside of your spent pussy, the fullness triggering your own orgasm. Beomgyu growls as he fucks his seed deep into your full cunt, your body spasming at the overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as his dick goes soft inside of you. A silence stretches between the two of you as the realization of what you just did settles in. Beomgyu whose face is still buried in your neck speaks up.
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