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guess who just met her boyfies 3 days ago?

yes, me! after the concert got cancelled last year finally i got to meet them again😭😭😭 even though i was in the festival section (kinda regretting why didn't i buy the super festival one) but i'm still happy because i've got to hear them singing voyager live in front of the famous hindu temple in my country!!

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NSFW ALPHABET || GOO GUNIL x fem!reader

☆ song rec: body & soul - emotional oranges, biig piig

( 18+ ) ───── contains mentions of: manhandling, oral sex, creampie, use of toys, restraints, edging kink, brat taming, spanking, masturbation, strength kink

꒰ A ꒱ aftercare

a must!

no matter the intensity of the experience, he never misses out on aftercare and murmuring i love you; it’s gentle, affectionate, romantic. with him aftercare always includes words of affirmation - expressing how much he enjoyed it and how good you were for him

he transitions seamlessly, pulling you in his arms, drawing patterns on your warm skin or threading fingers through your hair while talking to you softly - could be a deep talk about your future together or something else, more casual and mundane, like what movie you’re in the mood to watch

he carefully cleans you up, making sure you’re okay and fulfilling any needs you may have before preparing you a bath

꒰ B ꒱ body part (his favorite body part of yours)

your ass (aka his pillow)

he’s grabbing handfuls of it any chance he gets. he loves staring at it when you’re wearing a pretty lingerie set just as much as when it is hidden in an ordinary pair of jeans. he loves spanking it, watching it jiggle, and squeezing the cheeks when you slowly sink down his cock in reverse cowgirl

he’s the most respectful, composed gentleman, but sometimes when you’re out in public he finds himself entering a trance if you’re walking around with something tighter that hugs your butt cheeks just right

constantly kneading at the flesh when he’s hitting it from the back and spreading your cheeks apart as he tells you just how much he adores it

꒰ C ꒱ cum

he loves releasing inside you; deep, deep inside you

it’s another, much more intimate way of confessing his love for you. but… it’s also possessive; he can’t deny the darker thrill he gains when he gets to thrust it all into you, till your pussy swallows every drop of his seed

his cum is on the thicker side, landing perfectly on your ass after he fucks you doggy style

꒰ D ꒱ dirty secret

he fantasies about being tied up and edged by your gentle hands

any restraint will do - ropes, handcuffs, a silk ribbon… your pick. he desires to completely surrender to your touch and explore what it’s like to give his full control as it is something he’s never done; the idea of providing his bare body on display for you and you spoiling him when he’s unable to lift a finger excites him

꒰ E ꒱ experience

he has experience from a few serious relationships

that has left him confident enough in his approach to romance. he flirts with ease and doesn’t hesitate to show his interest, yet he always remains respectful of boundaries. his ability to read people is sharp, but with you, effortless - including in the bedroom; he adapts to your body language so quickly that he can sense your needs before you even voice them

꒰ F ꒱ favorite position

classic doggy

it offers the perfect view - your bouncing ass, your pussy stretching out for his thick cock. but it also feels so damn good

depending on the day, he might pull you against his chest, one arm around your shoulders, big bicep pressed against your throat. or, he might lock your hands behind your back instead and play with the speed while you can only whimper into the pillows… the possibilities are many; he likes the idea of having control of so many things at once

loves pulling your hair and spanking you during doggy style, simultaneously showering you with compliments about how sexy your back looks. addicted to the feeling of your ass slamming against him, filling the room with loud clapping sounds

꒰ G ꒱ goofy

i don’t think so… if you chuckle at something, or make a little wholesome joke, he will chuckle along of course (he’ll give you a quick kiss on the forehead for being so cute too; the fact you’re cracking a joke in a moment like this will warm his heart), but that’s going to last only a second before his expression shifts back to pure passion

꒰ H ꒱ hair

ever since he is with you? trimming it

꒰ I ꒱ intimacy

it means so much to him

no matter how heated and intense things get in the bedroom, gunil’s main priority is to make you feel safe, loved, worshipped. even in the most consuming tension and lust, his care never wavers. you can feel your trust and mutual connection deepening with every touch

꒰ J ꒱ jack off

not regularly

when he really feels the need to, he touches himself at night before bed; the strokes are slow and measured, while the image of you dressed in something pretty - preferably something he bought for you - remains clear and vivid in his mind

he doesn’t play p*rn every time; he gets off to his own perverted thoughts easily and he likes it that way. but sometimes when he’s had a really long week, or he’s away on tour and misses your touch unbearably, he ends up browsing an adult website, watching a few minutes of an amateur faceless couple with the hopes that it’ll bring a better memory of your warmth and tightness; he picks the video carefully - either doggy style or the girl riding the guy because up close shots of boobs turn him on

꒰ K ꒱ kink

mirror sex; holding your face in his hand and keeping your eyes on your own reflection so you can see how beautiful you are when you take him… it’s always an unforgettable sight. when your eyes start fluttering shut from pleasure, and your head begins to tilt, is one of those moments where he allows himself to manhandle you rougher so you don’t dare miss a single second. he commands you to keep your gaze on the mirror and tell him how much you enjoy watching yourself like that and why; you can hold onto the sink if needed but you’re not allowed to look away

manhandling; the effortless way he can lift or turn you in his arms never fails to make him hard. it’s always so easy to pin you down too, his firm hold keeping you spread open when your thighs begin to shake from the strong stimulation, his fingertips unintentionally leaving scarlet marks on your skin. the contrast of his strength can be always felt when he’s in full control of the pace, when he’s bouncing you up and down his cock, or when he’s flipping you over when you least expect it - which is a turn on for both of you

spanking; he loves it so much that he secretly likes it when your naughty mood swings provide an opportunity to drag you over his lap, his legs anchoring you in place as your skirt gets pushed to your hips. it’s immensely arousing witnessing you grow so wet from something so dirty… he alternates between smacks, light scratches to soothe the area and firm, eager squeezing. but the measured slaps against your deliciously rounded cheeks, which he counts out loud for you, offer the biggest wave of delight, no doubt

꒰ L ꒱ location

your bed - because it hits different when it’s your floral bed sheets messed up with cum stains. or, your comfort pillow getting dirty by tears and black mascara. even the simple fact that the air carries the smell of your favorite detergent while he pounds into you excites him… it’s the little things. it’s the presence of your plushies and beauty products scattered around… so you

after you start living together, it’s the comfort of your shared bedroom where he can slowly undress you in front of the full body length mirror and lay you on the bed to kiss every part of you, from top to bottom

꒰ M ꒱ motivation

compliments, words of affirmation and just… the privilege of being the one you turn to when you need something; he finds pleasure in being your sole solution

his body always hums with focus and protective energy whenever you have a request, but that blends with undeniable heat when the favour is done and you look at him with your grateful shiny smile

the soft thank you, the affirmation, “wow, that was quick! you have such strong hands,” the praises that land like a warm physical touch

꒰ N ꒱ no

he can never use degrading names on you

brat? yes. bad girl? he likes that one a lot actually. but anything further than that, like slut, bitch, etc. is unacceptable to him; he can try them out if you ask, but they’re not going to grow on him

꒰ O ꒱ oral

loves loves giving

he finds the best, most pure, beautiful pleasure in making you feel good with his mouth; the view of you arching off the bed, moaning his name while your fingers are tangled in his hair as he works his tongue between your pussy lips is unmatched

he loves spreading your legs apart anywhere in the house - on the kitchen table like the true meal you are, his desk, the couch, on the marble countertop where he cooks you dinner… eating you out spontaneously in random places in your home always creates unforgettable moments, he never hesitates to drop on his knees and provide the pleasure and relief you deserve

꒰ P ꒱ pace

he likes taking his sweet time with you; sex is something deep, personal - time for both of you to enjoy your company as well as a chance for him to shower you with love and remind you how special you are. he doesn’t want to rush it

he starts slow and tender, unless he is in a more relaxed, playful mood - then, he still starts slow, but with the intention to tease you till you are extra reactive to every small touch

in both cases, the tension gradually increases and the pace smoothly transitions from sensual to intense; by the time he enters you, you are completely soaked from the long minutes of worship

꒰ Q ꒱ quickie

as i mentioned, he likes taking his sweet time with you, so a quickie is a rare occurrence

if you end up fucking in a hurry against the door, it’s because you begged for it and he finds it very difficult to deny you, especially when you’re already palming him through his pants

when he says ten minutes, it really is ten minutes - no more, no less. he willingly indulges you when you have an extra moment before a casual gathering with friends or family, but anything involving work schedules is a different matter. he takes his commitments seriously and will politely deny you

꒰ R ꒱ risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s not super adventurous, and he is not risky at all, but he’s open to trying out new things that appeal to both of you - as long as they are performed behind closed doors

he likes seeing you happy and excited when you finally indulge in something you’ve been dying to explore; your genuine enthusiasm is infectious and it easily sparks his curiosity, making him eager to learn more about how it can bring you even bigger pleasure

he sticks to things that he can do/use on you (except the ropes and handcuffs)

꒰ S ꒱ stamina

lots of it

he can last long and go for a few more rounds if you’re in the mood for it; but he will make sure to offer you a break in between

꒰ T ꒱ toys

they can’t threaten him

he doesn’t own any, but when he discovers that you have a vibrator, he is more than excited to use it on you. (the thought of ordering a clit stimulator has already crossed his mind prior to this)

he tries something different each time - using it while you are still in your panties, making you hold it on your clit when he’s fucking you through your orgasm, rubbing it against your heat only to stop when you are seconds away from your climax… only to realise he can do all of these things in one night

꒰ U ꒱ unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

a lot but not to the point of being mean about it; just to make you beg and squirm a little

still… nothing beats a good brat taming session. he loves pulling you over his lap and giving you a lesson on how to behave when you’re acting naughtier than usual

꒰ V ꒱ volume

clear, manly moans; relatively restrained in comparison to other members

he moans and groans depending on how strong the rush is. his sounds multiply little by little; he’s always very focused on your body and what makes you vocal, so there are moments where he goes quiet, just breathing heavily against your skin

dirty talk with praise is necessary; you have to know how amazing you feel, how beautiful and wet you are. you’re such a good girl. he is very smooth with it as well as with the occasional questions he likes throwing at you mid-thrust, waiting for you to give a coherent answer even when you’re a complete mess under him

his moans break into rushed desperate bursts when he’s reaching his peak

whimpers if you take charge and edge him/overstimulate him

꒰ W ꒱ wild card (random headcanon)

he secretly loves it when you can’t hold back your urge for physical touch in public

whether you’re casually caressing his arm, leaving your hand on his thigh for a second longer, reaching for his fingers across a table, or leaning against his shoulder… it stirs a sense of pride in him

and that sense of pride can often blend into arousal

꒰ X ꒱ x-ray

slightly above average in size. very thick with a mushroom tip; it drives him crazy when you drag it slowly across your slick lips during a blowjob

thickness > length

꒰ Y ꒱ yearning

he has a pretty good control of his urges

for example, going an unusually long time without being together doesn’t shake him. not because he doesn’t miss you, but rather that he has the ability to tame his own desires until he can have you in his arms again

꒰ Z ꒱ Zzz

he never falls asleep immediately

the intimate vulnerability that follows after sex means just as much to him as it does to you… he always holds you close, stroking your hair as you chat softly in the dimly lit room

never forgets to press a small kiss on top of your head after you drift to sleep first

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pairing: non-idol!jungsu x fem!reader x non-idol!o.de

genre: slice of life ( 18+ ) » 3.9k words

to you, every compliment you throw out is a professional feedback to keep the energy up. but to the two boys standing inches apart in front of the camera, your words are fuel poured directly into fire

contains: love triangle au, childhood friends au, seungmin is a bit arrogant/cocky/spoiled, jungsu yearns, fashion photoshoot, cussing, brief physical violence (they get into a fight with each other) | a.note ! no age mentioned but the story is written with reader being a few years older in mind

It is not even 8:00 AM and your nervous system is already short-circuiting. As the junior creative coordinator for a fashion brand that’s desperately trying to look high-end, managing the autumn social media campaign was supposed to be your big break. But instead, it's a nightmare.

Around you, almost every single thing that could go wrong, goes wrong; with cheery pop music blasting in the background, clashing with the shouting crew members.

And then, as you balance a cardboard tray of coffees in your hand, the true catastrophe strikes.

Your phone buzzes in your other hand. You immediately answer, pressing it to your ear as you brace for impact.

“He’s not coming,” they say. “Food poisoning.”

The line goes dead and you freeze just as you’re about to hand a latte to the lead stylist.

No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

If you don’t find a replacement male model who can fit these clothes and actually wear them well by eight thirty, your head would be the first one on the chopping block. Your career will be over before it even starts.

You collapse into a nearby folding chair, your mind spinning rapidly. Most people are still alseep, others will demand triple the emergency rate... You have exactly thirty minutes to find a miracle.

Someone quietly steps into your line of sight, wearing the brand’s upcoming new distressed denim jacket, the fabric stretching perfectly across his broad frame. His black hair, freshly accented with blonde highlights he got for a recent shoot, has been expertly tousled by the hairstylist. Jungsu; the only stroke of good luck you had experienced all week. And also, the boy you had grown up with few doors down from each other in the same peaceful neighbourhood.

You weren’t inseparable best friends, you used to move in different friend groups, but you do share good, warm memories thanks to both of your parents.

“Is it that bad?” He asks, offering a sympathetic smile.

“Worse,” you groan. “The guy who was supposed to shoot with you had food poisoning. Now I have thirty minutes to find someone to replace him.”

Jungsu leans against the catering table, his gaze lingering on your face. You’re too busy scrolling through your contacts to notice the soft, protective look in his eyes.

“Well… in the meantime, why don’t I start with my solo shots?”

“That sounds good,” you breathe, already dialling the number you were looking for. “Thank you, Jungsu.”

Jungsu calls out to the brooding photographer, letting him know he’s ready to begin while you get some air. As he steps onto the gray paper, turning his camera persona on, you wait for her to pick up - the senior patternmaker on the design team.

She’s the kind of woman who uses every opportunity to show photos of her children. “Look at my beautiful boy,” she’s told you many times, holding up her phone with pictures of her twenty something son with perfect cheekbones.

Please, please, please pick up, you plead quietly.

Seven minutes later the deal is done.

Finally, when the door to the studio opens twenty minutes later, you turn around, expecting to see a grateful, excited young man, eager to save the day. Instead, you’re met with someone who clearly does not want to be here, his reluctance is well hidden behind a mask of cool detachment.

He’s tall, with an elegant, attractive face framed by rich dark hair; oddly enough, every strand is already neatly, no - perfectly - styled. Is this a warning to the hairstylist to not dare touch it? He looks to be around the same age as Jungsu, carrying that same youthful energy but with an entirely different vibe. Even dressed down in casual gray sweatpants and a plain tank top under an oversized jersey, he looks like he just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.

His dark eyes quickly scan the place, and while his expression remains guarded, you instantly recognise the icy edge in his posture before he even speaks. Then, they shift back to you.

“Are you the woman who weaponised my mother at eight in the morning?”

For a moment, you can only stand there, blinking. You quickly swallow the lump in your throat and decide to start by introducing yourself, like normal humans do.

“I’m the junior creative coordinator,” you make one step forward, trying to recover your professional composure. “And I didn't weaponise her. She is my colleague and I respect her a lot. I kindly asked her to help me a save a sinking ship. Nice to meet you...”

“Seungmin” he says, ignoring your outstretched hand. He takes a second to look past you; toward the vanity mirror where the hairstylist is busy tidying up some products. “Right, well... “the help” involved her threatening to cut off my car insurance if I didn't sprint down here to play dress-up. Where are these clothes so I can get this over with?”

Okay…

The stylist swoops in just in time, scanning his impressive frame and her eyes light up with hope.

In the meantime, Jungsu who just finished with his first shots, steps off the main stage, his eyes narrowing at the rude encounter.

An intense wave of adrenaline hits your veins as you brace yourself for what’s about to happen next. Yes, Seungmin is gorgeous, there’s no denying that. But he is also unpredictable. And clearly doesn’t want to be here.

You refuse to allow his moody behaviour to ruin your last and only chance to save this campaign, though. You have to make it work.

“He’s going to be a nightmare,” Jungsu mutters secretively when he steps beside you. “Do you want me to call my agency? I might be able to get a backup for noontime.” His voice is low, laced with familiar protectiveness.

You rub your temples, the pounding in your head finally starting to ease. Looking up at him, a small, appreciative smile touches your lips; one that makes Jungsu’s chest tighten.

“There’s no time,” you whisper; there's something comforting in the direct eye contact that follows between you, it makes the on-going storm in the studio fade in the background for a split second. “But thank you, Jungsu. Seriously, you’re the only thing keeping me from not going insane right now.”

As the words leave your mouth, it flashes through your mind just how much he has done for you. Jungsu has always just... been there. Throughout all these years, he's always been the one to pull you out of the fire. Even now, when you're supposed to be two independent adults living your own separate lives, here he is. Still showing up when you need it most.

He nods, his jaw clenching subtly as Seungmin appears from the dressing room, the stylist circling around him. He can see the way he looks at you - not with the compliance of an employee, but the sharp interest of a hunter.

The stylist had thrown him into a gray wool coat over a dark turtleneck; the exact counterpart to Jungsu’s denim-and-leather look. He slides his hands into the pockets as he steps in front of the gray backdrop. When his head tilts back, his gaze drops to the camera lens. It’s not a practiced model face, but a pure look of unbothered indifference.

And it works.

The camera clicks. The photographer yells: “Yes! Hold that stare!”

The camera clicks again. Then again.

Seungmin shifts his weight, turning his shoulder to the light. He looks cool, completely detached from the world around him, yet there's something so sensual about his dark gaze. You watch him on the monitor, iPad in hand. Jungsu watches him while leaning against the table, lifting a bottle of water to his face.

Neither of you can look away.

You can’t help but lean closer to the monitor, lips parting in awe. For the first time all morning, the scowl leaves your face. “Wow, he’s a natural…”

Hearing your praise, Seungmin shoots a sideways glance at Jungsu, eyebrow slightly raising in a silent challenge. Two minutes ago, he didn’t care about this damn shoot, but hearing the admiration in your voice… it makes him want to hear it again.

“Great,” the photographer nods. “We’re good on the coat.”

Several other promotional solo shots follow, and with each one, the studio starts looking more like a silent war zone. An interesting kind of rivalry forms between the two models; an obvious one.

In the next thirty minutes, you notice that neither of them looks strictly at the camera - they are too busy looking at each other now, matching pose for pose, each eager to be the one who makes you nod in approval.

“They have amazing chemistry,” the photographer whispers to you as the stylist hurries to welcome the two men for the next wardrobe change. “It’s edgy and… intense. Very nice. Do they know each other from somewhere?”

“No…” you reply, slow and quiet. “I don’t think so.”

You can only stand there, clutching the tablet to your chest, entirely oblivious to the weird undercurrents vibrating through the air. What’s this bizarre clash of egos?

You can tell Seungmin has a tricky personality. It’s obvious he absolutely hates that he was dragged here. You figure that he secretly wants to do the job flawlessly while simultaneously being as difficult as possible just to spite everyone in the room.

But what you can’t understand is why Jungsu is biting so hard.

The Jungsu you know is a calm guy who never lets people like Seungmin get under his skin. He knows how to lock into his own craft, he stopped wasting time comparing himself to attention seekers a long time ago. He simply focuses on himself and his work. For years he’s tried to teach you the same, reminding you that life is easier when you tune out the noise and focus on your own growth. Yet, every time Seungmin takes a step forward, he breaks his own rule, matching him with a look of raw intensity you’ve never seen from him before.

Why are they acting like this? You wonder. You simply can’t comprehend what this rivalry truly is about or what it means. Or, what are the reasons behind this unprovoked attitude.

Or, why your own casual praise acts like gasoline.

Three minutes later, the two boys emmerge from the dressing room. This time, their outfits don’t contrast, but instead match with the same casual aesthetic.

You push the confusion to the back of your mind and take a breath.

Jungsu wears a heavy knit, gray crew neck sweater with relaxed fit trousers. Seungmin, on the other hand, wears an oversized charcoal hoodie under a structured vest with dark gray cargo pants.

The temperature between them immediately drops when you walk into their space. They stand about three feet apart, both of them suddenly shifting their focus entirely to you.

You stop in front of Jungsu first; to straighten the thick knit of his sweater. “Great job on the solos,” you offer an encouraging smile.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his tone slightly softening. His posture relaxes as you smooth the fabric over his shoulders with a light touch.

“Let’s tuck just the front edge into the waistband, give it that effortless French tuck,” you suggest as he stands perfectly still.

As your fingers work the fabric around his waist, Jungsu can smell the subtle floral scent of your perfume; you’re so close. He can’t help but gaze directly at your face, wishing you could look up, see the heat inside him through his eyes. But maybe it's for the better that you don't - there's a high chance of him melting on the spot right there and then. His temperature has risen from the heavy, thick clothing dangerously high enough already.

“Perfect,” you chirp, patting his arm while turning your attention to Seungmin.

“Am I getting the French tuck treatment too, boss?” He arches an eyebrow, watching you with an amused, lazy smirk.

“No,” you answer bluntly, entirely focused on his outfit as you step right into his personal space.

You reach for the hood of his sweater, pulling it out from beneath the vest and slightly smoothing it against his back. Then, your hands move to his chest in order to adjust the heavy zippers so they hang symmetrically.

Seungmin doesn’t move. And he doesn’t comment on anything, but his smirk noticeably fades. He stays surprisingly quiet, simply tracking the faint dark circles under your eyes, a result from your frantic morning. He also notices the small lines between your brows the second they furrow in stress. To his own surprise, he finds that those details don’t take away from how pretty you are; they make you even more interesting to look at. You’re not some perfectly manicured, artificial model, one you’d expect to meet in an industry like this. You are… real. And gorgeous even when thoroughly exhausted.

“The sleeves look too neat,” you complain, grabbing his left arm to push the knit fabric towards his elbow, roughly messing up the neat folds as quick and efficient as possible. “There… they shouldn’t look like a stylist just spent ten minutes on them.”

“Whatever you say,” he murmurs lowly; his voice comes out strangely intimately for a crowded studio.

Jungsu shifts his weight, his expression tightening all over again as he forces his attention on his shoes.

He dislikes how comfortable Seungmin looks with you. And he further dislikes that you don’t seem intimidated by him at all. In fact… it looks like you’re starting to feel comfortable with him too.

You step back, looking at both of them with hands on your hips, analysing the looks and the way they look effortlessly fine together despite the tension. As you study them silently, you can't ignore the way your knees suddenly feel weak; their gazes fixate entirely on you, both dead serious and anticipating, but the underlying emotions are undeniably different. In one pair of eyes, there's a distinct softness that feels like a quiet anchor in all of this chaos. In the other, there's something entirely unfamiliar, a sharp, knowing look that no one in the room could possibly understand.

You force your feet to step back and look away, swallowing the little lump in your throat. With a strict enough tone, you briefly introduce the parallel city concept which is supposed to feel cool and urban, then move onto the instructions.

“Alright, listen,” you point between them. “Jungsu, I want you looking off-camera to the right. Look thoughtful, like you’re waiting for the train. Seungmin, you stay on the left. Put your hands in your pockets, slouch just a little bit, and look straight past the lens. You aren’t friends, you aren’t enemies, you’re just… two guys occupying the same city landscape.”

“So, ignore him?” Seungmin asks, casting a brief glance at Jungsu. “Easy enough.”

“Just play your part, okay?” Jungsu retorts, voice tight. He takes a few steps, positioning with ease.

Shoving his hands deep into his cargo pants, Seungmin lets out a short, quiet laugh. His shoulders drop into a casual slouch that somehow looks impressively photogenic.

“Perfect! Don’t move!” The photographer shouts in excitement behind the camera.

The studio lights flash.

Jungsu's polite boy next door energy melts away as he adjusts his stance, projecting a commanding charm.

“Perfect, Jungsu!” You cheer from behind the screen. “That’s exactly the look we need.”

A tight smile wants to make its way on Jungsu's lips, but he remains composed. His chest expands as he catches your eyes brightening.

But Seungmin is not about to let him keep that victory. On the next click, he shifts, matching Jungsu's intensity with such magnetic power that makes your heart skip a beat.

“They look incredible,” you whisper excitedly to the stylist who steps beside you. “Look at them.”

The praise hangs in the air like electricity. To you, it’s a professional feedback to keep the energy up. But to the boys standing inches apart, your words are fuel poured directly into fire.

“Seungmin, drop the chin just a little bit,” you instruct as the shutter goes in rapid succession. “Excellent.”

Every compliment you throw out doesn’t easen the tension - it weaponises it. They’re fighting a silent war to be the only owner of your approval.

“Let’s bring it a little closer,” the photographer waves his hand to adjust the lighting grids. “Imagine you’re passing each other on a crowded sidewalk. I want a near miss frame. Don’t make eye contact.”

You step forward, the volume of the competitive energy in the room magnifying with your nearness.

“Jungsu, start from the left side. Seungmin, you’ll go from the right. On the photographer’s count, just cross paths naturally.”

“Naturally,” Seungmin repeats with a mocking edge to his voice. He walks to his starting mark, hands still hidden in his pockets, his dark gaze locked on Jungsu.

Jungsu takes his position silently, shoulders straight. There’s something fiercely protective about the expression he makes. Like he owns this territory.

“Action!”

They move at the same time; Jungsu with a steady, purposeful stride, Seungmin with a loose, predatory grace. As they close the distance in the centre of the gray backdrop, the space between them suddenly shrinks.

They were supposed to pass seamlessly, but Seungmin didn’t yield an inch of the centre line. His broad shoulder bumps into Jungsu's with a heavy, deliberate thud.

Jungsu stumbles half a step. “Hey, watch it!” He snaps, stopping dead in his tracks, then turning around.

Seungmin turns too; with a slow, unbothered smirk that doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “The director said crowded sidewalk. People bump into each other. Get used to it.”

“You did that on purpose,” Jungsu’s voice drops in an unfamiliar way; usually it sounds mellow and velvety, now it only sounds threatening. “You’ve been throwing attitude since the second you walked in here,” he steps closer, his chest heaving under the sweater. “She’s trying to do her job and you’re treating this like it’s a joke.”

“Guys, please,” you say, your heart suddenly skipping as you step toward the edge of the backdrop. “We’re almost done.”

“I’m doing exactly what they want.” Seungmin’s smirk widens, condescending. He keeps his attention strictly on Jungsu, like you’re no longer there anymore. “Maybe if you spent less time desperately seeking approval, and more time focusing on your posing, we’d be wrapped by now. But I get it. It must be hard watching someone else do your job better than you.”

That was the breaking point.

“You arrogant prick,” Jungsu snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the collar of Seungmin’s vest.

Seungmin’s reaction is instantaneous - he grabs Jungsu’s wrists, twisting his grip so he can break his hold and shove him backwards.

You shriek, dropping your iPad onto the nearby chair. “Jungsu! Seungmin! Stop!!”

The whole studio erupts into pure chaos, but before anyone can intervene, Jungsu’s fist flies, landing against Seungmin’s jaw.

After the sickening smack, Seungmin’s head snaps to the side, his hair falling over his eyes. A collective gasp echoes through the room as your jaw instantly drops.

You’re in disbelief with the satisfied smirk that spreads across his face; it lasts only a second before both of them hit the floor, tumbling into a chaotic mess of limbs.

“Separate them! Now!” The stylist yells, her voice cracking in panic.

The wardrobe assistant and the hairstylist rush to the set, grabbing Jungsu by the shoulders. Next moment, Seungmin scrambles to his feet, breathing heavily; he stays there, wordless and flushed, with a split bottom lip, but he looks like he’s ready to dive back in if he needs to.

Jungsu, on the other hand, shakes off the men with a violent shrug. His breathing is ragged, his eyes - dark like a storm. He is starting to rapidly sweat. The studio fans are working on full blast but they don’t do anything to cool the heat radiating from the anger that had suddenly erupted inside him.

“Both of you, stop it right now!” you shout, stepping directly between them. Your own chest is heaving too, your gaze cold from a mixture of anger, shock and disappointment.

The only sound that follows after is the frantic breathing of the two men standing on the now torn paper; one of them bleeding, both of them staring at you, waiting to see how you’re going to react to the disaster they had just created.

You take a slow, deep breath, forcing your racing heart down into your stomach. You’re not a referee. You’re certainly not their mother. You’re just trying to do your job, and you refuse to let two inflated egos ruin the campaign you had spent weeks pulling together.

When you finally speak up, your voice is entirely collected; for the first time the crew hears this kind of quiet authority from you and they freeze.

“Here is what is going to happen next,” you begin, eyes scanning Seungmin before cutting sharply over to Jungsu. “Both of you are going to walk over to the vanity chairs. The makeup artist is going to retouch your faces. And then, we’re going to continue this shoot smoothly, professionally. Not a single interruption. No one in this room deserves to have their time wasted because the two of you decided to treat a corporate set like a schoolyard.”

Neither of them answers; Seungmin’s dark gaze narrows slightly, while Jungsu looks down, a flash of guilt replacing the anger in his expression.

“Once the final picture is taken, we are officially wrapped,” you continue, your tone dropping an octave colder, “the three of us are going to have a serious conversation privately, and we will decide what your professional relations with this brand are going to look like moving forward. Am I understood?”

Jungsu gives a stiff, miserable nod, his gaze glued to the floor in shame. Seungmin just stares at you for a long moment before letting out a cynical sigh, turning to the makeup station.

“Ten minute break, everyone.” You announce to the room, breaking the spell of silence.

Without waiting for a response, you march out of the heavy doors, desperately needing to escape the heat of the studio. When you’re outside, you lean back against the railing, your hands slightly trembling as the adrenaline finally begins to fade.

I’m never working with Seungmin again, you tell yourself fiercely. No matter how incredible he looks through the lens, he is too much trouble.

Before you can spiral further, your phone buzzes in your pocket. It’s a text - from Seungmin’s mother.

Earlier in the morning, right after he had nailed his first set of solo shots, you snapped a quick behind the scene photo of him and sent it to his mother as a thank you. Now, her reply is on your screen, long and emotional, making your chest twist as you read it.

Oh, sweetie, you have no idea what this means to me! Thank you so much. I’m sitting at my desk tearing up looking at this photo. I will be completely honest with you. Lately, Seungmin has been lost. He hasn’t been able to find a job to settle into, and the last IT consulting company fired him three weeks ago. He pretends he doesn’t care, but he’s been very discouraged. I was so worried about him… I am so incredibly happy that the two of you get to work together now. Please let me know how it goes and take care of him! ❤️

All her hopes are now heavy on your shoulders.

You close your eyes, letting your head lean back against the concrete wall. Banning Seungmin from the brand is going to be a lot harder than you thought.

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[joocomics]

true romance

🎧 now playing... we - mac miller, ceelo green

pairing: bf!jungsu x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) » 4.3k words

you and jungsu have been splitting your free time between cramped apartments and the small tattoo studio called paint it

contains: est.relationship, tattoed!jungsu, switch!reader, a few descriptions of pain during the tattoo appointment, soft!dom!reader, lots of dirty talk, strong size kink, no protection, praise kink, oral sex (f!rec), (ceiling) mirror sex, hair pulling (m!rec), biting & scratching (m!rec), slight pain kink, marking kink, brief just the tip, handjob, intense missionary, dacryphilia, implied creampie

Four tattoo appointments. Various neighbourhoods. Two estate apps constantly running on your phone. This is what your days have been looking like for the past couple of months.

You and Jungsu have been splitting your free time between cramped apartments and the cool, ink-scented air of the small tattoo studio Paint it. It’s chaotic, but as you glance at your boyfriend, you know you’ve never been happier.

“This started as a simple piece on your pec last year,” Jiseok grins from his spot on the sofa. “Next year you’re gonna be a walking canvas.”

Jungsu lets out a low chuckle. He’s sitting backward on the leather chair as the artist’s works diligently on the final touches spanning across his back; the element to anchor the shoulder blades - a sleek, minimalist blade running straight down the center of his spine.

The tattoo decorates most of his back now; it’s massive. Sharp, complicated lines start at his left breast, then seamlessly flow over the ridge of his shoulder, and spill across his wide shoulder blades. The geometry is intense and razor sharp at the core, yet beautifully delicate at the same time; edges thin like eyelashes. The art perfectly emphasises the powerful shape of his shoulders.

Jiseok, one of your friends who tagged along for this final session, stands up, stepping closer to inspect the sketch. “Sharp,” he nods. “No pun intended.”

“Go big or go home,” the artist smiles, pressing the soft paper towel against Jungsu’s skin to wipe away the excess ink mixed with tiny beads of blood.

“Well, we need to find a home first,” you chime in, playfully.

And then - a small gasp escapes your lips. On your screen, the perfect apartment is staring right back at you. It feels surreal, you immediately tap the photos to make sure your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.

It’s cosy, compact and beautifully styled - completely furnished with the exact sleek aesthetic you both like. Best of all, the rent is shockingly reasonable for such a good neighbourhood. A fresh wave of excitement rushes through you as you can’t stop swiping the pictures again and again, already imagining the two of you walking through that wooden door.

Oh, and the bedroom? It’s like as if the universe had custom-built it just for you and Jungsu.

Unable to keep it all in, you walk over to show him what you found. “Jungsu, look at this one! It’s so cosy, and it has hardwood floors, and it’s only ten minutes away from—”

Jungsu lets out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his knuckles turning white against the edges of the chair.

Instantly, your lips close shut as you freeze, suddenly worried you distracted him at the worst second. But a moment later, he looks up. And when your gazes meet, the aura of his broad frame completely melts. His facial feautures are naturally mellow, so gentle… a striking contrast to his decorated upper body, and they soften even further when he’s watching you.

A warm smile slowly spreads across his lips, so sensually shaped; it crinkles the corners of his eyes, as if your proximity made the pain suddenly disappear.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice reassuring. “Ten minutes away from where? Show me.”

The hopeful smile on your face returns. “Your gym.”

Wanting to stay close, you pull the nearby rolling stool, right up to the side of Jungsu’s chair. As the artist keeps his focus on the intricate linework, you gently slip your hand into his; his fingers, warm and calloused, instantly wrap around your own, squeezing tight.

“If you like it,” he speaks softly, his eyes full of absolute trust as he endures the steady bite of the needle, “request a viewing for tomorrow morning. I love anything you pick.”

You lean a little closer, your posture shifting from a casual observer to something intimate. Your tone dips, going quieter and secretive as you bring your lips near his ear.

“Also…” you whisper, your mouth curving cheekily. “The bedroom in this apartment… it’s special.”

His expression shifts, not from curiosity, but from a ripple of pain that crosses his feautures as the needle hits a nerve on his spine; it starts the blade work. But he fights through it, forcing his eyes to lock back onto your face. He’s desperate to focus on your words instead of anything else.

“It’s not like the rest,” you continue, teasing softly as his grip on your hand tightens. “It’s not just an ordinary bedroom.”

The reality of moving day one - boxes, boxes, more cardboard boxes. You and Jungsu had spent the last seven hours of your Saturday carrying and sorting through boxes and endless packing paper.

You feel dirty - dust and sweat coat your skin, and your back aches from lifting crates of books. The bedroom closet organisation can definitely wait for another day. But, looking around the welcoming sunlit space as it fills with pieces of your shared life, every ounce of exhaustion is worth it.

You grab a clean towel and finally retreat into the bathroom. The hot shower feels like absolute heaven.

When you step out, wrapped in your plush robe, you realise how quiet the apartment is now that today’s hectic activities are over. You walk down the short hallway and stop at the edge of the kitchen area.

Jungsu is leaning against the newly wiped countertop, a cold can of soda in his hand. He took his shower earlier, and now he’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray, low-slung sweatpants.

From your position - the view is breathtaking. His hips look appetising, the fresh, black ink has healed beautifully, and the minimalist blade running down his spine looks incredible against his muscular back.

Gazing out of the window, he takes a sip of his drink, his chest expanding as he exhales a satisfied sigh. His broad frame dominates the small kitchen, but he looks entirely at home. As if sensing your presence, or the way your adrenaline has heightened, filling the air, he turns around, his eyes instantly landing onto you; the well familiar sofftness takes over his attractive face, and a lazy, warm smile appears.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice carrying a tired rumble. He sets the soda can on the counter and holds out his arm to invite you close to him. “Feel better?”

You step into the warm curve of his side, his hand coming to rest on your hip; his skin is so warm even through your robe. Your eyes find his, your mischievious glint returning.

“Much better,” you purr, leaning your weight against his chest. “But you know… we still have a lot of work to do. In the bedroom.”

Jungsu’s eyebrows jump up, his smile slowly turning perky as he catches onto your flirtatious mood. “Right, the bedroom.” His fingers find the belt of your robe, tugging slowly. “The one that isn’t just an ordinary bedroom.”

Your smile widens as you slip your palms up his broad chest, the pads of your fingers tracing the delicate lines of the tattoo stretching over his pec.

Then, you hear him swallow; his adam’s apple moves as you lean in till your lips almost brush his jaw. “Fuck me.”

You look up into his adoring eyes, just as his gaze falls to your mouth. At the very same moment, your robe opens, welcoming Jungsu’s fingertips; they’re rough, but so affectionate all at the same time, tracing a slow line down your stomach. The touch is very light, bringing goosebumps across your skin.

“And let me watch,” you add, your touch sliding over his decorated shoulder in teasing motions.

You can almost feel the genuine surprise vibrating through his skin… through the soft, delighted chuckle that escapes his chest.

Between the two of you, you’ve always been the bolder one; the first to drop a suggestive comment or a dirty word without blinking. Jungsu is used to your sharp, playful mouth by now.

In fact, he thrives on it. However, no matter how often you catch him off guard, he never quite learns how to control his reactions; his chest always tightens from fluttering, and his gentle eyes darken with a thrill he can never hide.

“You have such a bold mouth,” his voice thickens slightly.

“You love my bold mouth,” you smirk, looking directly into his eyes.

Under the palms of your hands, his heartbeat picks up the pace, thumping a rapid rhythm. It’s a delicious sensation… knowing that just a few dirty words from you can effortlessly disrupt his calm.

“I do,” he murmurs, tracing burning patterns across your bare hip, then guiding them a little higher. “I love it a lot.”

He’s trying to rein in his reaction, but the sudden heat in his gaze gives him away. He needs you as soon as possible.

The moment you lay down on the bed, robe carelessly dropped onto the floor, Jungsu takes in the sight of you indulgently - legs beautifully splayed over the freshly washed sheets, hair still a little damp, your skin only luring him in with the sweet scent of a familiar body wash.

Already, his one hand slips down his stomach, unable to resist the pressure coming from his growing bulge; his fingers curl around the shape, not strong, but teasingly. The immediate relief flows through him as he squeezes, roaming his gaze all over your naked silhouette.

His knee sinks into the mattress as he joins you, his weight looming over you.

“So hard already,” you murmur, pleased. “I can see it.” You palm his boner, humming at how big and solid it looks even through the fabric of his sweats.

Momentarily, Jungsu moans softly, his eyes inspecting the way your teeth graze your bottom lip as you rub his erection; the sight of the playful little bite, so alluring, makes him twitch against your fingers.

“Don’t act surprised,” he says, his voice coming out airy. “You know exactly what you do to me.”

Then, his mouth lowers, capturing you for a deep kiss. You always love the way Jungsu kisses you, but this right now… this feels like a drug. Deep, heavy, making you dizzy with how much you want him.

Soon, he ends up dragging his soft lips down your neck, kissing every single spot he can reach. Your vision is already locked onto your reflection when he backs away to catch his breath, simultaneously moving just enough to pull at one of your nipples; he sucks on it gently, his eyes closing in delight.

Yours - remain open, focused; tracking the long, elegant curve of his inked spine… the muscles shifting smoothly beneath his skin as he takes his time with your boobs, squeezing them together as he scatters even more kisses.

You’re fascinated by the way the light of the late afternoon catches the sharp definition of his shoulders, the solid warmth he radiates pressing against you in an exciting way.

Slowly brushing his thumb against your perked nipple, Jungsu notices you arching from the rising pleasure. But your eyes never leave the ceiling.

“Didn’t know you liked mirrors so much,” he muses, his tone smooth as he waits for you to meet his gaze.

“I like you,” you counter, looking at him with a flirty smile before tracing a path across his cheek with your lips. You press eager, breathless kisses that bring heat to his neck. Then, you trail downwards, running your tongue along the line of his jaw, sliding upward, your breath hot against his ear. “Especially when you’re on top of me,” you continue, your tongue peeking again, so you can tease the sensitive spot.

He always trembles when you lick him there, just below his ear. His breath catches completely till he tilts his head to the side, blindly giving you more access while his hands fist on the bedsheets in a silent plea. You flick your tongue, you bite tenderly at his ear, causing a full body shiver to pass through him.

“I like you best when you’re between my legs,” you add in a whisper, dragging your nails all the way down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Instantly, Jungsu takes the signal.

Every movement of his upper body is hypnotising as he settles between your thighs, pressing several pecks here and there. Silently, you follow the reflection of his sculpted shoulders as he puts both of your legs over them, then - the back of his head as he plants a kiss on your clit, continuing down your slit.

Usually, Jungsu takes his time building the tension; the anticipation of the first direct contact between his mouth and your pussy. Not this time.

His tongue settles in between your folds, a long, steady drag that makes you buzz; the warmth beneath your skin doubles as he lets it move faster, bolder, applying just a little more pressure with each stroke.

Savouring the taste he collected through his practiced licks, he backs away slightly, gaze intensifying from the mesmerising view - you, dripping and pulsing with desire.

“You’re soaked, baby…” he notes softly; one of his hands leaving your hip so he can feel the pulse of your entrance; slowly pressing his thumb against it. “That mirror really does turn you on.”

It does; you can feel the sensation settling right into your core, building up as his firm digit slips inside you with a squelching sound accompanying the movement. But you can also see it on his charming face - his lips are already glossy, coated with the shiny essence that your body can’t help but produce the second he moves on top of you.

However, this is not the right moment for him to be a tease.

One more pump of his thumb, and you reach for his hair, pulling blindly; the action is rushed and harsh, giving away exactly how desperate you truly are.

“Need your mouth, Jungsu.” You intend for your voice to sound stern but your words catch in your throat, emerging as a breathless murmur instead. “Now,” you insist, a subtle quiver splitting your tone.

Your body immediately reacts to his gentle lips returning, and when he starts eating you out, you fully sink into the dizzying delight. “Oh, fuck—“ A sharp gasp escapes you as your head tilts back. “I love your mouth, baby.”

It's a sweet blur of heat every time he breathes against your clit let alone when he swirls around it in those sensual circles... and when the press of his lips eventually turns heavy, desperate, like he’s chasing the rush running through your veins, the pleasure in your core expands into something profound.

As your focus on his reflection in the mirror wavers, you catch yourself being noticeably noisy in your state of pleasure, uttering continuous pieces of praises.

Jungsu’s arms are wrapped around your hips, feeling them buck off the bed as he keeps licking between your folds. Not stopping for a single second, he lifts his eyes to your blissful expression, drinking you in completely before dipping into your entrance, wanting to taste you directly.

Every time your lips part wider, he feels something dizzying fluttering inside his chest at the possibility of hearing another compliment from you; he is completely hooked on the way you praise him, and he waits there, in sweet anticipation, hoping for more of what you have to say about him.

While his tongue, slow and sharp, slides in and out, making your thighs tremble.

“Please, keep going, baby…” you moan, moving one hand to your breast, squeezing strong as his tongue swirls deliciously through your wet heat. “Eat my pussy, just like that.”

Soon, the rhythm of his mouth turns frantic against you, the relish sweeping through you, so consuming. You can feel the depth of his passion and devotion just by the motions of his long, tender tongue.

You thread your fingers through his hair, using a strong grip to anchor him there - exactly against your clit.

Jungsu lets out a sound of surprise, it comes out muffled, vibrating subtly against your cunt. The fierce pull of your fist makes his pulse skip with excitement.

His deep licks change up when your hips lift a bit, then a small moan catches in his throat as you perform little circling movements, rubbing yourself against his face while your hand keeps him still. His tongue flattens, dragging steadily to the top, pushing you higher in bliss.

But soon he elicits the most intense, deep sigh, his eyes locking on you with want.

“Mm,” he licks his lips, his breath caressing your folds, “that’s my sweet girl.”

You arch your back, feeling the warm knot in your belly tighten in a demanding way.

“Can I have your cock?” You ask, your heart racing in anticipation. “Please, baby… I need it.”

“Only if you keep watching yourself take it,” he answers with a seductive smile pulling his puffy lips.

The rush blurs the room around you entirely once he starts making his way inside you. It never stops being exciting - the painful stretch that inevitably comes with his size. He pushes an inch, slowly, so you can adjust around him gradually and there’s already a trail of static electricity across your skin, buzzing, as you whine at the strong sting.

It hurts, and yet…

“Deeper,” you whisper in demand, piercing through his gaze.

Jungsu’s eyes widen slightly, a small but bright surprise darting into them as your command sinks in. A quick blink follows, his hips slowing so that he can pull out carefully - not entirely, just enough to ease the pressure, to help your tight walls open for him.

“No,” he murmurs, watching you intently, “don’t you remember?” he pauses, his body moving with deliberate speed to keep only the head of his cock inside; he starts pumping in and out, sending maddening heatwaves through your system. His voice remains low, slightly airy around the edges despite your frustrated whines rising in pitch. “Last time I listened to you… you cried.”

And you loved it.

A flash of unexpected emotion betrays the last bit of resolve in your gaze - his tip escapes, leaving you clenching around air.

You manage to bite back the threatening noise of despair. But your nails sinking into his arms, unintentionally leaving scarlet marks, express your need to bring him close again.

“Jungsu,” you breathe, using his name as a way to weaken his composure. As expected, it works; one second his gaze is focused upon his heavy length resting against your pussy, brushing your clit and counting down the seconds until he is back inside your warmth, the next… he’s caught off guard with a beautiful shift in his expression. “Pretty please…”

He blinks, the look on his face softening in quiet, helpless fascination. His erection, hot and solid between your legs, twitches once, tempted by your pleading. Earlier, he was so focused on your pleasure, completely hooked on every breath and word of yours… now, it hits him just how badly he aches for relief.

His breathing stutters when your fingers come in contact with his member, pressing against the sticky skin, against the throbbing vein stretching at the side. At once, they close around it, twisting expertly.

“Give me that big cock, baby…” you repeat seductively, like you’re casting a spell on him. “All of it. Every inch.”

If you focus on the large mirror above, you can almost see the light catching every single flex of his back muscles… how the spreading sensation ripples through him as his weight still looms over you.

“Look at my little pussy,” you say, gently catching his chin with your free hand, “just look at how wet it is for you.”

Jungsu’s grip around the sheets tightens as he grounds himself in the feeling; he’s getting more and more light headed, every next twirl of your powerful hand making him practically melt under your stare.

“Why would you deny me, hm?” you arch a brow playfully, keeping the steady momentum up and down.

He hurries to object: “I’m not…” but his sentence falters just as quickly, because you lean in, teeth grazing your favorite place below his ear, biting softly, then licking across the same spot. His face is warmer, his throat moving as he gulps one more time. “Fuck—“ he gasps, eyes fluttering close.

Like that, his mind goes blank, and he completely forgets what he was just about to say.

You open your palm and move it in front of his mouth; simultaneously you slow the other one, easing the pressure; the shift in the rhythm lets him finally meet your eyes.

“Spit,” you murmur quietly, tone laced in subtle mischief. “I want to make it all nice and wet for me.”

His gaze drops, but his eyes stay open, looking at your steady fingers while they wait for his spit. In those few seconds, as he lets it pool into your palm, the tenderness on his face transforms into something more intense and hungry.

A muscle jumps in his jaw once he looks up, licking his lips. His chest begins to rise a notch quicker as he focuses onto your lips - the almost devilish curl that’s enough to make his head spin.

But it’s also the way you take him with both hands, your fingers perfectly covering every single inch of him, sliding from top to base in effortless motions. The moisture spreads evenly beneath your palms, slippery and noisy.

“Mmm… better,” you hum in approval, eyes flickering to the arousing sight of his reactions; the mellow look on his face slightly hardens, the lewd sounds beneath your palms grow louder as you start to pump in a faster rhythm. “Too big for just one hand, isn’t that right, baby?”

Jungsu’s breathing turns ragged, erratic as your fingers work him even harder. His head falls weakly, warm forehead pressing firmly against yours as the last remaining bits of his control keep him from dropping his entire weight on you.

Heavy warmth blooms low inside him, sparking along every single nerve; it makes him feel like gravity is slipping away. His limbs go weak, his head woozy from how strongly he throbs inside your fists.

You glance up, the reflection of his toned thighs, his ass, his hips as they strengthen in order to thrust into your secure hands - it’s an image that sparks new doses of pleasure.

A moan, so deep, comes straight from his chest, but so sweet too, you could almost taste it in your mouth. The following sounds that fall from his lips are just as appetising, making your toes curl as you watch him aim for better thrusts; his long dick moves effortlessly, finding constant pressure in between your slick fingers, you don’t even need to move a bone.

You just relax and watch.

Until a tasteful, discreet whine slips in between his rapid pants: “Do it… fuck—please…”

You lower the girth, the feeling of his heated tip pushing into your entrance has you holding your breath in anticipation.

“All of it,” you sigh, pleased. Then, your mouth opens in a stunned o, unable to shut as you slowly process the overwhelming sensation.

A wild fire looms in your body, half-harrowing due to the big intrusion, half-pleasant because you are finally full.

You move a hand to Jungsu’s lower back, pressing hard so he can be as close possible, deep as possible.

He registers the sign and grinds against you, slow and deliberate, letting out a small, unsteady grunt.

“Yeah, make it deep,” you moan softly, the small painful thrills blending with raw pleasure as he repeats the swift motion, teasing that magical spot, “Make it fuckin’ deep for me, baby.”

“Like this?”

For the first time, you are unable to respond. A strong wave of arousal washes over you, knocking out the air from your lungs - Jungsu is pounding into you now. He buries his entire face into your neck, forcing his hips in a wild rhythm that makes the bed shake.

You dig your sharp nails into his inked skin, holding onto him while his full weight - an exciting, heavy pressure - keeps pulling constant breathless gasps from your throat every time he slams back into you.

It feels unreal; it feels like your entire being is one warm knot under a solid wall of scorching heat, and it’s getting closer and closer to snapping into millions of tiny pieces. As he moves, pinning you down in the best way possible, you feel like you are beautifully trapped. You welcome the intoxicating pressure, your soaked pussy sucking him in so strong, as if it wants to permanently keep him.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” Jungsu speaks up in your neck; it sounds more like a quick hiss and you almost dismiss it. “Not now.”

But how can you keep talking? Every time you attempt a word, your voice betrays you, producing broken, pathetic little sounds.

“Talk to me,” he tries again, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. You are starting to clench so much that he quickly shifts, adjusting his posture slightly in order to gather more strength.

Without looking, he moves one hand to your face, his thumb pressing against your lips.

“Harder,” is all you can manage while grabbing a handful of his hair.

He’s not sure what it is - the new environment, the fact you haven’t had sex in two weeks, or maybe something entirely else… But you’ve never had an orgasm so quickly before.

When it hits, it hits you so intensely, so powerfully, that there is no doubt… your new neighbours heard it all.

A moment later, as the air around your bedroom thickens with the heavy scent of sex, Jungsu stills completely inside you, his breathing slowly normalising while he rests in your embrace, cock twitching against your walls every now and then.

“Why did you stop talking?” he asks, voice barely audible; the aftermath of his own climax made it low with a subtle rasp.

The question makes you grin in soft amusement, the tears in your gleaming eyes long gone. “Too busy watching,” you answer with an even bigger smile.

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[gaonification]

OHH I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCH I MEAN MIRROR SEX YESSS

[gaonification]

hello pals..

let me apologize first because i was gone for 6 months I DON'T EVEN REALIZE DAMN. please tell me some things that i've missed for these past few months?!?!?!?

[joocomics]

DAY 24. SMOKING FETISH ꒱ LEE JOOYEON

▹ she rides my dick until i cum inside

⌗ pornstar!jooyeon 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.5 words

📸: unprotected sex, pet names, smoking cigarettes, light sub/dom dynamic, praise kink

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

“THAT’S IT, BABY…” Jooyeon grunts, low and heady, as you roll your hips against his lap in a sensual pace.

Every nerve in his body is set alight, buzzing to feel more of the pleasure only you can offer him. But at the same time, you've never seen him so... quiet, so restrained, melting flushed under your touch while the smoke coils around his handsome face, twisting in the dim light.

Maintaining the easy rhythm, cunt throbbing around him, you rock back and forth, moaning breathily as your slick walls take every inch of his length.

Jooyeon watches with heavy, steady eyes - how you bite down on your lip to suppress a whimper, how your brows knit together from the rush; your pretty boobs spilling free from your clinging top as you brace hands against him.

He brings the cigarette to his lips with unhurried motion, and you can't look away... He inhales, eyes half-closed, curl of smoke slipping from his mouth.

The sight stirs something inside you... It's not the cigarette that you find tempting, but the ease of his actions, the kind of ease he brings to everything so effortlessly.

How gorgeous he is even when welcoming back a bad habit.

“Fuck,” he hisses, head tilting back. He can feel every single drag of your pussy walls, firm and hot from all sides. “Mm, baby... missed you so much.”

The words escape him before he can stop himself, like another ribbon of smoke, shifting the air between you with something thick and dark.

When he lifts his gaze to you, your expression is focused yet needy, so arousing, as you start to chase the mutual heat just a little bit faster. Your walls flutter harsher, making him groan at the perfect thrill.

“There’s my girl,” he mutters, cigarette dangling between his fingers. His spare hand finds your breast, squeezing as he leans forward to bring his mouth to your collarbone. Few wet kisses later, his own breath begins to shudder out of him as you slow the pace, only to lift up, then grind back down, cockhead nudging the spot that makes your eyes water from delight. “Fuck, beautiful.”

You stutter out a whimper, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. The lewd sound of your skin meeting his lap elevates between you as you drop again and again. Jooyeon’s voice going raspier at your ear brings butterflies in your belly, and slightly lower, there's pleasure coiling deep and tight.

Until he looks into your eyes, resting the cigarette on your bottom lip.

The next moment, his fingers press into your ass, rough and secure; his hips meet your next movement with a swift, shallow roll, driving his cock deeper inside you.

Before you can respond with anything, he's helping you out bounce on him, low, needy groans spilling from his throat as you match his rhythm. All you can do is dig nails into his shoulders and keep up as his grip on your cheeks leaves its inevitable marks.

“Pussy made for me,” he babbles, giving you a light smack before steadying his grip again. “You were made for me, pretty girl…”

Oh, how you missed him too. You can feel it blooming in your chest, tender and consuming. You take the cigarette between your fingers, ember still burning, and you lean in to kiss him.

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♡ taglist 2: @noonesheretoloveyou @antonsluckycharm @jsbluu @dazed-and-confused101 @certifiedmarkleetrash @mikaelless @elllisaaa @donnasinner05 @starryeyedheroes @xhfics

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[gaonification]

as a social smoker ((working sucks, i need to suck on something)), i need this…

[gaonification]

jealousy — kwak jiseok (s)

warning: mature-themed 18+, unprotected sex (jiseok kinda lost it and forgot to use condoms, still responsible. BUT BE SAFE, KIDS. WRAP IT UP), fingering, cream pie, choking, hair pulling, jealous sex, oral fixation, etc. — if there’s something that i miss, just let me know!

word count: 1,843

author’s note: this is my first smut in here! with jiseok black shirt agenda lol. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i do 🥹🫶🏻

he knew about your guy bestfriend. never in your life would think of it as a big deal, turns out it is a big deal for your boyfriend.

“i can’t cut him off just like that, jiseok. he’s my childhood friend. even our parents are best friends–“

“so you would just come to him whenever he asked you too?”

“it’s not like that!”

“then what?,” he asked with harsh tone.

silence. suddenly the bedroom you shared with him felt cold.

he walked towards you then gripping your jaw. “you sure know how to run your mouth like that”

he pushed your body so you’re sitting on the mattress. "you know you could do so much better with that mouth instead of fighting me" you felt his palm caressing your cheeks, his thumb was brushing over your lips. both of you looked into each other's eyes.

"open your mouth," his thumb went inside right after you opened your mouth. you were sucking his thumb, still staring into his eyes. he could feel his dick getting harder just by watching you sucking his thumb. "oh baby, if just you didn't argue with me earlier i could just give you my cock. but you were being a brat"

he pulled out his thumb then gripped your jaw so he could see your face clearer. "lie on the bed, baby" you did as he said. also, you made it easy for him to take off your panties by force. because you were just wearing an oversized shirt and panties only. he threw your panties away then took off his pants so that both of you just wearing t-shirt. he looked so hot in his black shirt.

he flipped your body so your back is now facing him. you could feel he came closer to you, his hands separating your thighs then the tip of his dick touching your entrance. he didn’t want to put his dick inside your pussy for now, he just wanted you to beg.

and you just turned into a moaning mess right away.

“ahh! jiseok–“

“that’s not how you call your boyfriend, right?,” now his fingers were involved. one of his fingers playing with your clit.

“b–aby, please..”

“what?,” he said annoyingly. “you didn’t listen to me earlier, so why should i listen to you now?”

you dropped your face to the mattress, to cover up your moans while his fingers were entering your pussy. your hands were gripping to the bed cover.

“i think my fingers are enough, right?,” you shook your head. “you don’t think so?,” again you shook your head. your head is spinning just by how his fingers thrusting inside your pussy.

his other hand pulled your hair so you could get your face up from the mattress. “you should’ve think about that earlier when i was being nice”

“s–sorry..”

“what?”

“i’m s–sorry! aah fuck!,” you felt his fingers curled up inside of you.

“how close you are?”

“so close, b–baby. please..”

he pulled out his fingers and put his dick inside your pussy in one thrust.

you don’t have time to process because he’s now moving his hips harshly so you could hear your skin slaps against his. he took off your shirt so he could groped your boobs harshly.

you let out whines and moans while he’s fucking you from behind.

“fuck, you’re still this tight? we need to fuck more, baby,” he said while spanking your ass with one hand. the other hand? already moved to your waist, gripping it.

you nodded, “yes, fuck me. j-just don’t stop! ahh!”

“if you want me to be rough, just say it. don’t need make me fucking jealous,” he grabbed a handful of your hair. you felt how he pulled your hair, it turned you on even more.

“i’m sorry– fuck!,” you could feel the tip of his dick kissing your g-spot over and over again.

“that’s the spot, right baby?,” you nodded quickly.

“wanna come over my cock, huh?,” again you nodded.

“no,” you whimpered at his word while begging him to let you cum over his dick. "jiseok.. please.. let me cum, baby please? hmmh?"

“aww look at my cute girlfriend begging to cream my cock. why don’t we call your guy best friend and ask what he thinks?”

he took your phone, unlocked it; and immediately call your-so-called guy best friend.

he stopped moving his hips but pushing his dick deeper into your pussy. you just whined under him.

*clicks*

“hello (y/n), what’s up?,” jiseok snickered by the voice of your best friend.

“sorry for bothering you, i’m jiseok. you know, (y/n)'s boyfriend?,” he started to move his hips again. you cover your mouth so you don’t slipped out any sexual noises.

he let his dick out for a moment just to turned your body over, so now you’re face to face with your boyfriend.

“ah yeah, (y/n) told me about you! we haven’t meet yet by the way,” his dick entered your pussy again and this time he would just pound into your pussy once in few seconds.

you put your hand on your lips so that if you slipped out a moan, your friend couldn’t hear it.

“yeah, that is so mean of her. i’ve been dying to meet you. she told me so much about you too”

jiseok put your hand away while smirking. now he moved his hips quickly so you could feel his thrusts.

you tried so hard to swallow your moans at this point. you don’t even hear what they’re talking about. you were looking away from your boyfriend. just to focus on not making any noises.

“where is she now?,” your best friend asked your boyfriend.

“she’s right here, wanna talk to her? seems like she had something to say”

“sure,” jiseok forced you to talk on the phone.

“h–hello,” you felt jiseok’s fingers playing with your clit. you couldn’t even hear your friends clearly. you just went blank. jiseok let out a ‘tsk’ and took over the phone again.

“what she wants to say is this–“

he thrusted into your pussy so hard so you couldn’t help but to let out a loud moan. you put your hands on his shirt, pulling it as a signal for him to stop the call.

jiseok couldn't care less, he was checking your phone to making sure your bestfriend is still on the line. he put the phone closer to your pussy so your best friend could hear the sloppy noises too.

jiseok wrapped one of his hand around your throat, choked you slightly with his other hand so that you could let out a yelp or any noises more than moans and whines.

“listen, stop trying so hard to be the guy bestfriend for my girlfriend. you think i don’t know that you’re trying to fuck her? well, guess what? i’m the one who can fuck her. so go fuck yourself instead,” jiseok hung up the call.

he wrapped your legs around his waist, put his body closer to you, put his face on your neck. then he proceeds to moved his hips rapidly. your hands were caressing and scratching his back. then your hands pulled up his black t-shirt so you could see his bare body.

you love your boyfriend's body. his chest, his arms, his abs. everything about him. don't even ask about his dick.

he let out deep husky moans next to your ear. you could feel your walls tighten around his dick.

“j–jiseok, fuck baby..”

“i know, hold on a little for me okay?,” you whimpered and nodded quickly as he whispered on your ear. he kissed your neck, leaving some bites. then kissed your cheeks and your lips. both of you kissed for a while so he put his body even closer to you, closing every gaps.

he could feel your heartbeat was racing, your breath was getting heavier. he could feel your legs slightly shaking too. he knew you’re close to come.

“baby, wait for me–“

you shook your head, “i– i can’t, fuck! it hurts. please let me come, jiseok. please please baby..”

he didn’t answer instead he lifted his body, grabbed your legs just to put them on his shoulders.

the pace of his thrusts were really fast, you could hear both of your skin slapping and how wet your pussy was.

you’ve arched your back and threw your head back as you came on his cock. you couldn’t hold it any longer so you just came. this is exactly what jiseok wants, to be honest. seeing you rolling your eyes to the back, arching your back, your legs on his shoulder. perfect view for him.

but even after you came, he didn’t stop fucking you.

“j–jiseok–“

“i know baby, i’m close now okay? just wait hmm?,” you nodded then closed your eyes as you feel his dick kept touching your g-spot. if this is the case, you could come twice.

you felt his dick throbbing inside you then he let out a deep groan. he came inside your pussy. he took step back to see his cum spilling out from your pussy. you sat up a little to see it too.

“fuck, baby. you came this much?," you put your fingers on your pussy just to see them covered in his cum. or yours too.

“not just me, you too. next time i should've record how much you came when we're having sex like this baby,” he kissed your temple. you just chuckled and dropped your body on the mattress again. you closed your eyes but you felt a kiss on your lips. jiseok is peppering you with kisses.

“tired?,” you nodded with your eyes half closed

“i’m sorry if i was too harsh earlier,” you shook your head. “don’t worry baby, i like it,” you cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. then both of you whispering ‘i love you’s to each other. he pulled a blanket to cover your body. he smiled then hugged your body tightly while playing with your hair.

“do you think we should do this more often?,” you asked.

“no, you’re not making me jealous on purpose just to have this kind of sex. it’s ridiculous”

“i mean, at least you enjoyed it”

“i enjoyed every time we’re having sex. even if we always use condoms, you know,” you chuckled.

"yeah because we are having too much sex?! what if-," you stopped in the middle of the sentence.

wait, always using condoms? huh, what?

you shot a look at him, panicking. "jiseok?"

“what?," he didn't know what you're panicking for. so he just stared at you innocently.

“baby, condoms..”

"what about them?"

he came to the realization about how he came inside of you earlier. without. any. protection. his eyes turned bigger than usual.

“oh fuck! wait baby, just wait here okay? i’m gonna get the pills for you,” he quickly put on his pants and stormed out from the apartment

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[gaonification]

guys thank you so much for 100+ notes 🥹❤️🫂

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you don’t know shit, kwak jiseok. stop it.

[joocomics]

DAY 16. PILLOW HUMPING ꒱ KIM JUNGSU

▹ Humping a Pillow With a Nice View

⌗ pornstar!jungsu 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.6 words

📸: soft!dom!reader, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism kink, pet names, praise, dry humping

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

HE’S BEEN GOING FOR A FEW MINUTES NOW. His whiny voice gives it away - that he’s been grinding against the white pillow long enough to push himself close to release.

At first, he was a little bit shy and nervous about being vocal - he was worried that it’d be too much or too desperate sounding, it’s just humping after all, - but now, he’s too heated to be thinking about that. He moans, whines, and stutters; there’s even a little bit of saliva slipping down the corner of his mouth as he can’t find the strength to close it.

“You look so hot, baby.” You lift your gaze from the camera, proceeding with rubbing your clit slowly. “Your body looks so good when you move like that.”

Jungsu slams a hand on the wide window - below stretches a wooden ledge where he usually keeps small things: stacks of books, a glass of water, a notebook, but at the moment there’s a cushion pressed in place by his tight grip.

“I’m… so fucking close—“ he mutters weakly, hips slowing so he can tease himself with a single long rub. “Oh, fuck—baby…”

“Keep going, good boy.” you encourage him softly, slipping into your arousal. “Shit, I’m so wet… you turn me on so much when you roll your hips like that.”

“Fuck, baby—“ moaning, Jungsu repeats the circling motion one more time before speeding up, both palms now glued to the wooden surface.

Grinding forward, he chases the pleasant friction with much desperate yet powerful rhythm, letting the sensation consume him; every move has his warm, swollen tip pressing against his abdomen, his tone turning into whimpering. “Wanna cum for you so badly,” he trails off, chest heaving faster, muscles tightening under the bright daylight. “Please…”

“I want that too, baby boy.” You shift in your seat, feeling your own peak creeping beneath your gentle touch; your eyes cannot get enough of the way the sunlight slides over his perfect form, tracing every vein, every line of muscle as he thrusts harder. “Cum for me, baby… whenever you’re ready.”

Your sounds of pleasure are Jungsu’s newfound weakness - when you whine, trying to match his pace with your fingers, the rush inside him overflows and he can’t hold it no longer.

He grinds one last time before he chokes on his moan, losing all composure.

In a matter of seconds he relaxes on his knees, one fist going around his length to jerk off. His load shoots almost immediately, spraying messily at the pillow case.

Like that, for the first time Jungsu gets off with a pillow. Soon, he closes the curtains - just in time for the neighbour across to step out on their balcony to do laundry.

You put the camera away, watching him leave the bed in silence. Curiosity mixed with something lustful draws you closer, so you hop on the mattress, inspecting the pillow with a playful glint in your eyes.

“You came all over it,” you murmur, tracing the fabric lightly with your fingertips. You gather some of the creamy white arousal and bring it to your tongue.

Jungsu, still standing, watches you swallow blissfully. His face is flushed and shiny; his cock slightly softening.

You look at each other silently for a moment, then half-excited, half-embarrassed by your wish, you ask quieter: “Can I sit on it?”

“Sure,” he replies; his tone is groggy, yet you can still hear the invitation beneath it.

He turns around to settle comfortably in the sofa - the one you were sitting in just two minutes ago. His legs spread open leisurely, gaze fixating on your measured movements as you relax on his stained, wet pillow.

♡ taglist 1: @sweet-dreaming-girl @zelinkcrossing @seomisaho @la-grenouille-posts @gaonification @joo-jiseok @devilish-meangadh @goyangiwonbin

♡ taglist 2: @noonesheretoloveyou @antonsluckycharm @jsbluu @dazed-and-confused101 @certifiedmarkleetrash @mikaelless @elllisaaa @donnasinner05 @starryeyedheroes @xhfics

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DAY 18. FOOD PLAY ꒱ KWAK JISEOK

▹ I frost her pussy like a cupcake (and cum in my underwear)

⌗ pornstar!jiseok 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.7 words

📸: pussydrunk!gaon, food play (cake, whipped cream), breast play (f!rec), oral sex (f!rec), dry humping, pet names, light sub/dom dynamic

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

JISEOK MAKES HIS WAY UP YOUR BODY; tongue sliding in slow, sensual sweeps, accompanied by occasional tender sucks from his soft lips.

Until he reaches your chest smeared with frosting and wraps his mouth around your breast like he’s starving.

You arch against him, body buzzing as he groans blissfully against your flesh, lips sucking on your hardening nipple.

When he frees your boob with a pop, he makes sure to lick every single streak of buttercream, every single crumb that’s still clinging stubbornly to your skin like tiny sugar confetti, sticky and soft.

Your boobs are like a map coated in pale sheen of sugar and crumbs, and Jiseok’s mouth roams everywhere, determined to not leave a single trace of the sweet mess.

“The cake tastes so much better when I eat it off your body.” He says with ragged breath, resting palms over your breasts; they’re clean now, glinting from his spit and radiating a subtle vanilla scent. But it doesn’t take long for his eyes to shift back to your lower half… to your pussy lips with lines of melted cream from earlier; he ate most of it but not enough to make you cum. Not yet, you said.

Jiseok’s mouth trails the path of your stomach, sticky fingers pressing into your hips as his gaze slowly lands onto your slick folds. He wets his lips, gulping at the appetising view. “Your pussy is my favorite thing to eat, though… nothing’s more sweeter than her.” his eyes, hazy and softer than usual flicker at you as he adjusts, hands spreading you wide open. “Baby, please… let me.”

You quietly grab the can of whipped cream, feeling his grip flex against your sides as he hangs on the last threads of his composure. “What do you want?” You ask lowly, then bit the cap off.

His jaw tightens as he watches the dollops of whipped cream land on your stomach. A needy twitch from his cock inside his black cotton boxers teases him further. “I…” he pauses as his breath shudders, “wanna lick your sweet pussy, baby…” A line of soft peaks forms on your skin, stopping right where he craves to eat you most. “Until you come on my tongue… please, please, baby.”

You leave the cream on the nightstand, then lift a hand toward him.

Jiseok automatically leans in, groaning when you tug at a few strands of his hair to lower his face. His tongue flickers out, drawing a deliberate stripe through the sweetness; he drags it again and again, moaning into your warm skin with deep voice dripping in arousal.

His excited breath hitches once you finally guide him to your heat, arching at the sensation of his plump lips pressing against your clit. “Oh, baby… so wet.” He looks up at you; lids heavy, pupils blown. “I’ll make you feel so good…”

He buries his mouth, tongue working overtime. He drags through your wet folds in long, insistent strokes; heated, hungry motions that make his lips swollen and his chin slick.

Your hips jerk off the bed when he eventually moves higher to circle over your clit relentlessly, groaning into you with delight - his own arousal builds in the process too.

His stomach swirls from the rush, his erection throbs, urging him to keep grinding against the mattress.

“Fuck!” You cry out, ecstatic, pulling on his hair harder.

This fuels Jiseok even more - your shaking voice, the way you mewl his name and press his face against your slickness as you get closer, demanding him to keep going.

The sugary taste of your pussy that comes with each messy lick makes him more lightheaded, more greedy. Somehow, more naughty. His hips quicken, thrusting shamelessly so his length can rub against the bed and pleasure him with the nice friction.

When your orgasm hits, your legs lock around his head, your thighs tremble violently. But Jiseok’s drooling mouth remains on you, licking and slurping, so he can steal every last drop of your delicious juices.

Until he whines intensely, voice wrecked, heating you up with heavy breathing as he releases in his underwear. I want to eat her every day, he thinks to himself.

♡ taglist 1: @sweet-dreaming-girl @zelinkcrossing @seomisaho @la-grenouille-posts @gaonification @joo-jiseok @devilish-meangadh @goyangiwonbin @xkaionx @f-fuyuma

♡ taglist 2: @noonesheretoloveyou @antonsluckycharm @jsbluu @dazed-and-confused101 @certifiedmarkleetrash @mikaelless @elllisaaa @donnasinner05 @starryeyedheroes @xhfics

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[gaonification]

go ahead, kwak jiseok

[joocomics]

DAY 20. SWEAT PLAY ꒱ OH SEUNGMIN

▹ sneaky car hook-up at night…

⌗ pornstar!seungmin 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.6 words

📸: sub!reader, unprotected sex (under alcohol influence), car sex, sweat play, praise, pet names, descriptions of scents and sweat, creampie, choking (f!rec)

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

IT’S VERY HOT - from the weather, the proximity, from Seungmin’s panting, from the alcohol. From the rush of having him inside you after not seeing him for two weeks.

Your skin was already warm from the leftover heat of the dance floor but now it’s burning. There’s sweat gathering at the back of your neck, along your spine as your dress clings in all the wrong places. Your hair sticks to your temples, your mascara is slightly smeared.

And the air in the car feels too thick, laced with the scent of your connected bodies, perfume, and something electric that forms in the space between your mouths.

“Fuck, don’t stop…” Seungmin’s head tips back against the seat.

He swallows, eyes dropping to your hips as they desperately rock back and forth. A bead of sweat slips down his neck, slowly disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

His breath stirs, shallow and uneven, as you perfect your movements, pussy tightening around his length. The thrill causes his fingers to sink harsher into your ass - to secure your motions, but to also ensure he doesn’t break his composure entirely. “You drive me crazy… shit—do you know that?”

One of his hands shifts and settles around your neck. The pressure of his grip, light yet controlling, makes your lips part in awe. Your eyes meet and unintentionally the rhythm of your body slows; your aroused walls throb needily, clenching harder once you still completely in place.

You curve your lips, tightening fingers around the fabric of his shirt; his chest underneath rises just as quickly as yours. “If you say so.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he smacks your ass with his free palm before grabbing it again; the camera which you decided to turn on very last minute captures the brief jiggle. “Fuck me, baby… come on.”

You don’t need to be asked twice - you roll your hips, letting out a small moan as you swiftly revive the steady pace. Blood rushes to your face as his fingers apply some pressure on the sides of your throat, but… it’s his words spilling in the stale air that has your head dizzy.

“Yeah, just like that…” he pants, his pulse barely catching up, “taking my dick like a good girl.”

You can feel the intensity of it - of his gleaming gaze lingering on your naked breasts as they move in the same impatient rhythm. His grip remains firm, unyielding, as he leans forward, tongue suddenly shoved directly between them. The glide is slow and precise, sweeping over the shiny trail of sweat collected by your rising temperature.

“So pretty,” he murmurs against your buzzing skin, low and hushed, then he licks again - more eagerly this time before guiding his mouth to your glistening collarbone, savouring the faint taste of salt. “You’ve never been prettier than you are right now.” He pauses, the tip of his tongue flicking out for a moment before he swallows blissfully. “So wet… so warm and dirty. All for me.”

You gulp, eyes fluttering shut at the clashing sensations. They only cause more and more heat to flare through your limbs as the windows around you fog up. And the stickier you become, the more Seungmin’s tongue moves, devouring the parts of you that drip from the elevating pleasure.

He can’t stop - the desire he has for your taste is suddenly insatiable, uncontrollable.

Your ass keeps meeting his thighs as you continuously sink down; his one hand remains around your neck as the other fists on the string of your panties.

When the orgasm washes over him, seconds after yours, he spills inside you with a whimper and teeth grazing your flushed shoulder.

♡ taglist 1: @sweet-dreaming-girl @zelinkcrossing @seomisaho @la-grenouille-posts @gaonification @joo-jiseok @devilish-meangadh @goyangiwonbin @f-fuyuma

♡ taglist 2: @noonesheretoloveyou @antonsluckycharm @jsbluu @dazed-and-confused101 @certifiedmarkleetrash @mikaelless @elllisaaa @donnasinner05 @starryeyedheroes @xhfics

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[gaonification]

reading this knowing damn well no one would ever do this to me

[joocomics]

xdinary heroes as romance tropes

pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || hyung line x reader

genre: slice of life » 1.6k words

✎… drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn, slight hint of angst | c.w ! light alcohol consumption, cursing, clumsy!gaon

a.note ! jungsu’s drabble is inspired by a scene from the novel normal people by sally rooney

( masterlist )

GOO GUNIL • MATCHMAKER GONE WRONG

🎧 now playing... good to me - seventeen

You enter the restaurant and spot your friend already seated at a booth, tapping on her cellphone.

“Here we go.” You glance at Gunil with a grin.

You both came together straight from work and he’s still in his usual button-up when he takes his coat off, sleeves rolled up to make him look more casual and relaxed than he actually feels.

“You didn’t need to do this, you know.” he says, voice low but amused in that calm, composed way of his.

“Yes, I did.” You reply determined, nudging him forward. “Everyone’s bringing someone to the party. You’re not showing up alone.”

I don’t mind it, Gunil thinks to himself, but remains quiet.

Your friend looks up with a warm smile when you approach. The introductions go smoothly. Soon, menus are open, food ordered. The conversation - easy. As expected, your friend is talkative and charming.

When the waiter arrives with your orders, Gunil reaches across the table to slide the glass closer to you, like he often does in the office in case something ends up far from you; he does it absentmindedly, like it’s a newfound muscle memory. His fingers brush yours, light and accidental, but enough to send a tiny spark.

Enthusiastically, your friend mentions that she has seen a great musical last weekend. “It was incredible! The singing was so good and don’t get me started on the costumes. I think you might like this one.”

You smile politely, but before you can reply, Gunil speaks up next to you, lips twitching. “Not unless it’s animated.”

Your friend chuckles intrigued while you just stare surprised at him.

“What?” He grins. “You said you hate the whole breaking into a song thing unless it’s with animated characters.”

He’s not wrong. You did say that once… perhaps a month ago? Or two? You don’t remember. How does he recall something so small and insignificant? You glance back at your friend, trying to ignore the way your heart jumped.

Later, after you’re done with dinner, you decide to order drinks and the waiter returns. He hovers, pen ready. But you’re still skimming the wine list although you order the exact same thing every time.

Then, suddenly you hear Gunil chime in.

“She’ll have a glass of savignon blanc. Right?” He meets your eyes with that familiar coy smile. “Cold, please.” He adds when you nod in agreement.

You never would’ve guessed he pays attention to something as small as your go-to wine order. This new knowledge presses warmly against your chest as you sit back silently, letting the conversation flow at the table.

They chat easily - about work, school, travels. They start laughing and you nod wordlessly along, adding with something mostly if needed. You find yourself suddenly quiet and distracted; all you can do is wonder… since when does he know you so well? When had he started sounding like someone who’s known you all his life and not since the day you joined the company last winter?

And then another thought strucks you, sharp and unsettling. You arranged this. You decided to play matchmaker. It was your idea - to introduce them to each other. Not just for the sake of the work party, but possibly with the idea that it might become something more for them.

But now, watching him smile at your friend, you wish you hadn’t. You also wish you hadn’t agreed to go to the party with the hr assistant just because he was your mentor during your first two weeks. You wish you could turn back time.

KIM JUNGSU • ALOOF COUPLE

🎧 now playing... over the moon - the marías

It’s a warm evening in July. You’re celebrating the start of the summer at one of your friends’ house backyard while her parents are away on a trip. Jungsu still has two exams left, but he’s not worried about the material, so he’s here too.

The air is thick with chatter and music, laughter and chlorine from the big pool. People are splashing in and out of the water, shouting. You’re sat at the edge with a can of sofa in hand, watching the on-going game with feet in the water. It’s the second round of the shoulder wars game - Jungsu steadies his partner onto his broad shoulders, his hands grasping on her tanned legs. “That’s a strong torso you’ve got there,” you hear her say, giggling.

Your gaze still lingers on the scene after the match is over and he comes over to you with a small smile, standing in the water where your legs are dangling lazily.

He pushes his wet hair back from his forehead, shoulders glistening. “How did I do?” He asks, chest heaving in excited breaths.

You tilt your head, not leaving him out of sight. “You two make a good team.”

He lets out a short laugh. “I could argue that.”

Instead of saying anything more, he reaches up with one hand, circling your ankle under the water. His thumb brushes against your skin almost absentmindedly; the touch is light and discreet, small. But it also feels… intimate. Intimate enough to send electricity up your body; to make it unable to look away from him and his wet lips.

Your gaze suddenly lifts up when someone shouts his name, calling him for another round.

“I’m taking a break for this one,” Jungsu announces before hopping onto the edge to sit next to you.

His hands press flat on the tiles as he steadies himself with a sigh.

You pretend to adjust, but it’s just the sudden nearness that makes you feel slightly nervous for some reason. There’s water dripping all over his nice body and heat radiating from his skin despite the night air. His swim shorts are clinging to his thighs.

You swirl your can of soda, forcing your eyes on the rising bubbles. A moment later, someone calls for him again.

Silently, he lifts a hand, signaling that he’ll pass.

You breathe out a low chuckle before commenting: “They really want you back in the game.”

The corner of his mouth tugs upward. “They’re doing fine without me,” he says, then shoots you a glance. “I prefer staying here with you.”

“Dude, learn to read the room!” Someone says from across the pool, dramatically enough to steal everyone’s attention.

Both of you instinctively turn toward the noise. Jungsu’s gaze drops as a sheepish smile curls his lips once his friend’s teasing sinks in.

“Give the lovebirds some space, Jesus.” Another voice chimes in, followed by numerous chuckles.

KWAK JISEOK • SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE

🎧 now playing... little freak - harry styles

The house is full of Halloween decorations and people in various costumes - there are glittering masks, dangling skeletons, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and so much more.

Dressed as a witch, you lean against the wall, drink in hand, trying to be polite by letting the guy you’re talking to - a pirate - finish his story about this protein shake that he thinks is going to impress you.

Then… is it fate or just bad timing, you don’t know - Jiseok enters the scene.

He’s carrying two beers and looking somewhere else entirely when he turns right into the pirate beside you. The foam explodes, the beers splattering all over his white shirt.

“Oh, shit—sorry!” Jiseok stammers, his eyes wide in shock. “Dude, I didn’t even see you there!”

“Yeah, obviously.” The guy mutters under his breath.

All you can do is lean back, lips pressed together as you try not to burst into laughter. Chaos always follows Jiseok - some things never change.

“Seriously, I…” Jiseok turns to you, looking mortified as the guy walks away. “I swear I didn’t do this on purpose. Please tell me you don’t think I was trying to ruin your date or something…”

You raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. “First off, it wasn’t a date. Second… relax, you actually did me a favour.”

Jiseok lets out a small laugh, something close to relief that breaks some of the tension. He’s wearing a vampire costume and his hair is messy; the kind of messy that always seems to work for him, making him even more attractive.

Few songs later, you escape the noise by slipping outside. You settle on the front steps, and he follows, carefully handing you a drink.

“Not a single drop spilled,” he says satisfied, making you chuckle. “What can I say? I grow every day.”

“Good for you,” you nod with a grin. “Took you what…”

“Two years… and eleven months. But who’s counting?”

You glance at him over the rim of your cup. “You are.”

He doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t even laugh or anything. He looks away toward the street where a group of trick-or-treaters pass by.

“I didn’t expect us to stay in the same circle of friends,” he says eventually. “I thought you’d avoid anything remotely connected to me.”

“I tried.” You exhale.

Your words hang there for a little while until he speaks up, gazing down into his cup. “Do you think dating me was a bad idea?” His voice is steady yet a bit unsure.

You turn to him slowly. When your eyes lock, you notice that familiar ache you know too well, like time hasn’t dulled a thing.

“I think…” you speak carefully, “it was the right thing at the wrong time.”

“Yeah,” Jiseok murmurs softly. “Timing wasn’t always on our side.”

You huff out a chuckle, small and bittersweet, glancing away at the porch lights flickering. But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to meet again.

“I missed this,” he admits, quieter. “You… us. You know, I kept waiting for the part where I’ll stop missing you, but… still waiting.” He shifts, adjusting elbows on his knees with a rueful curve on his lips.

You swallow, trying not to smile too soon. “I miss you too.”

Like that, the world suddenly feels hushed, the laughter and the music blur into a single distant background noise. Neither of you moves, but Jiseok’s shoulders ease, a smile tugs at your faces.

The energy shifts, light and hopeful… like something is finally finding its way back home.

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[joocomics]

DAY 22. CUCKING ꒱ HAN HYEONGJUN

▹ she came over for a movie night but got fucked by my roommates instead

⌗ pornstar!junhan 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.6 words

📸: sub!reader, cuck!hyeongjun, featuring pornstar!jiseok and pornstar!seungmin, protected sex, solo (m) masturbation, pet names, spanking, nipple play (f!rec), condescension mixed w/ praise, name calling (slut once)

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

HYEONGJUN LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR and reaches for the bottle on the table beside him, pouring more lube over his cockhead.

Across from him you’re grinding sloppily against Seungmin’s lap, pussy squeezing more and more around his dick. Though the rising pleasure makes you dizzier by the second, the wet squelching of his fist still reaches you - he edges himself with measured strokes, determined to last as long as possible.

The space between you grows hotter as your eyes meet. His are dark and lidded, full of want, so overwhelming… yours - hazy and euphoric, hinting at how fucked out you are. A chain of mewls slips from your lips as drool pools at the corners; you’re unable to voice a single thought right now - if there are any thoughts left to speak at all.

Jiseok grips your jaw firmly to prevent you from looking away.

His deep voice brings you shivers as he speaks condescendingly at your ear: “He’s freaky, isn’t he?” His other hand is busy toying with your perked nipple, the tips of his swift fingers keep pinching and circling, making your spine arch while Seungmin maintains control of your hips. “Jerking off as his girl gets fucked by other guys... who would want that?”

The pleasure inside you is scorching. You babble out sobs of delight and they mingle with Hyeongjun’s whining. His unyielding gaze remains on your figure that’s positioned between his two friends as they bring his perverse fantasies to life.

He slows his slick hand, hips jerking upwards needily. “You look so good, baby,” he manages through uneven breaths.

“You’re enjoying this too, aren’t you?” Jiseok smirks at you, mocking. “Guess that makes it a little less weird.” He adds, letting go of your blushing face.

Now, both of his hands palm your boobs, greedy and harsh. His gaze shines playfully, like they’re toys made for his own enjoyment. Until he captures your sensitive nipples again, glancing at Hyeongjun with amusement.

“Her nipples are so sensitive, did you know that?” He tugs at the stimulated, stiff buds, cooing when you start to quiver, head falling back on his shoulder.

Hyeongjun, frustrated at the comment, swallows a groan, jaw tightening. “Less talking.”

The next moment, you and Seungmin lock eyes. You can’t help but whimper - embarrassed from Jiseok’s continuous condescension, wrecked by the nearing orgasm.

He notices it all, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls you forward, arms wrapped around you. His hips shift the pace and he proceeds fucking you, but this time deeper and faster.

You let out a strangled sound as the rush turns staggering; the knot in your belly - thinner.

“Be good, doll.” Jiseok’s palm lands on your ass demanding.

“Fuck—“ you squeal, face buried in the crook of Seungmin’s neck. “It feels s-so g-good..."

Your trembling moans encourage Seungmin to force his cock even quicker. Breathless and sweating, he perfects his angle, slamming against your sweet spot. “She’s squeezing me so nice right now,” he breathes shakily into your ear. “So tight…”

Jiseok’s stinging slaps continue until you climax - spanking both of your cheeks, he watches the glistening grip of your cunt tighten around his friend’s length, soaking the sheets with arousal.

Once Seungmin pulls out, condom completely soaked, he lets you collapse beside him. Jiseok’s cock twitches in the air excited.

“My turn,” he announces, fingers pressing against your hips as he drags you closer.

Hyeongjun stands up to bring his chair closer to the bed, then he slouches back into it, hand palming his balls at the sight of you on all fours.

Jiseok tilts your chin up, hips swaying as his dick settles inside your fluttering walls.

Your eyes roll back at the thrill - his thickness brings you a different type of stretch. Once he slams into you for the first time, a powerful, shameless moan spills from your mouth.

“There you go,” he smirks, steadying your head by placing a hand in front of your throat, “show your favorite boy what a good little slut you are for us.”

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[gaonification]

I'M BACK, tell me your favorite tracks from the new album?!

[gaonification]

so, i think i need to take a rest for a bit 🤏🏻😞

i know this is not important for you all but— my health is kinda bad. not just body health, i think for now it’s all health aspects in my life.. and i know the main cause of this is my head injury from 2019 never really got any treatment from doctors (they think it’s just a minor head injury lmfao, they didn’t believe that i couldn’t sleep for even a blink of an eye. i even told them how i went blind for legit 1-2 minutes while i was working. but still, they think it’s just a minor head injury.)

i did go to other doctors but they think it’s just a minor head injury yet they gave me so many anti depressants. then i’ve decided not to go to any doctors anymore because they didn’t believe me in the first place, what medicines should i take next? a whole fucking pharmacy? so i’ve shrugged it off for years. turned out pretty fine.

until lately these days, the head injury kinda relapse if that make sense. i don’t even know what’s the trigger but.. the mood swings, the headache, the dizziness, the nauseous feeling, the sensitivity to lights and noises, and everything came back.

so, maybe i think i need to get this shit together first until i feel fine again 😭 at least until my head doesn’t bother me anymore, for the love of God. if i could, i would just bang my head into the wall to make it better but this head ain’t 90s television unfortunately.

BUT STILL! feel free to leave some messages and any asks!! i’ll reply as soon as possible!! stay healthy you guys 🥹❤️

[joocomics]

DAY 11. FREE USE ꒱ HAN HYEONGJUN

▹ she lets me freeuse her while she plays video games

⌗ pornstar!junhan 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 0.4 words

📸: sub!reader, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms implied (f!rec), free use, slut shaming and spitting (f!rec), overstimulation (f!rec), fingering

( prologue ⋮ masterlist )

“YOU’RE SO EASY,” Hyeongjun sneers; his fingers dig persistently into the swell of your ass, his metal rings grazing your flesh as he holds you pinned beneath him. “Playing your stupid game dressed like this? When I’m right here?”

His thrusts come with a maddening rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, but due to your earlier orgasms your body, hot and stimulated, trembles every time his cock slides in and out. The flimsy fabric of your dress is ridden high up your waist, fluttering uselessly with every motion that makes the mattress squeaky; your ass is completely bare for both his eyes and the camera’s lenses.

“You’re asking for it,” he states condescendingly, grip squeezing and spreading you open. “You slut.” And then, he spits mockingly - right where your tight cunt wraps around him, throbbing warmly. “You were literally begging me to ruin this pussy… pathetic.”

You whimper into the bedsheets; a muffled sound, but desperate enough to be captured clearly. The controller slips from your grip and the game on the screen suddenly runs without you.

“Thought you could multitask?” Hyeongjun teases, glancing briefly at your avatar now helpless on screen. “Go on, I’d like to see you try.”

“I… c-can’t—“ you try to form proper sentences, but your body, flooded by the rush, betrays you as the force of his hips magnifies. “I’m c-cumming… again…”

Your thighs shake but his hand doesn’t leave you, it grips your side, tight enough to bruise.

The orgasm bursts, sharp and warm, and you almost choke on your whimper as the release drips down onto the cushion shoved beneath your belly; the dark spot spreads instantly.

Hyeongjun chuckles lowly as he pulls out only to push his long, slim fingers instead. He twists them, teasing your walls while his gleaming gaze savours the quivering of your body that just can’t help but give in to him, even as your energy and composure slip away.

“That’s it, baby.” He says, sinking his fingertips deeply, curling them mercilessly as you spasm around them. “Whenever I want… however I want. You’re such a good slut.”

Crying out as the overstimulation builds, you try to push against the mattress, but Hyeongjun presses a palm against your back, not slowing his thrusting fingers.

It’s so entertaining… the more he uses you, the faster you cum.

“Sluts don’t run, baby. They cum again and again until they can’t think straight.”

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[gaonification]

I WANT HIM TO BE MY BF TO FINGER ME WHILE I’M PLAYING GAME FR PLEASE