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Babydoll | Lee Hyunjae

SUMMARY: your sugar daddy only wanted a simple request: record a series of sex tapes for him on a weekly basis. but when he finally made the move to meet you in person, it was there and then that you finally realised what he was truly capable of when he was off the screen.

PAIRING: sugar daddy!Hyunjae x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: he's literally your sugar daddy 😃, sex tapes, dirty talk, cum play, hickeys, breast play, sex toys (ribbons are used), Hyunjae makes reader dresses up as a doll, praise kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bondage, doggy style, rough sex, missionary, petnames (babygirl, princess, babydoll), reader loses her virginity

WORD COUNT: 2,836

A/N: i am alive yes 😃 dedicating this fic to the miraes @daisyvisions @jinkoh @kyaroscuro 😚

Your hands began to tremble as you dragged the video that you had just recorded into the dropbox on the website, and you mentally battled yourself to click send. 

It shouldn’t have been too hard for you, especially when you have been doing this almost every day for the past couple of months, especially when the sender was your very own sugar daddy who had been sending you more than enough money to survive on a daily basis. 

You met Hyunjae online, and it took a while for you to accept that he’s not someone you would consider a stranger, let alone report to the authorities. Well, at least when you finally convinced him to actually send you pictures in real time to prove that he’s not lying about his true identity. 

Getting a random message from a stranger online seemed scary, but you definitely couldn’t dismiss the fact that he was willing to pay you ten times more than your part-time job at your local coffee shop downtown. You were struggling to pay for your university fees as you finally reached your last semester, and you were this close to taking on another job to pull through if you hadn’t met Hyunjae. 

What was interesting, or rather strange, was that he wanted you to record videos of yourself and send them to him weekly.

Erotic videos of yourself, to be exact.

That idea freaked you out because, for one, you had never lost your virginity, nor were you knowledgeable in conducting any of these sexual acts at all. Second, where and who were you going to go out to be able to find and convince them that you were practically planning to film an actual sex tape with? And of course, you weren’t particularly fond of posting your nude body out there on the internet for everyone to see. 

But before you could even start rejecting the male’s offer as you blabbed out all the potential things that could go wrong, he reassured you that the videos are just meant for him, and you don’t have to film them with anyone else. All you had to do was set up a camera in front of you, pleasure yourself and send the clip to him every weekend, and he would then transfer the agreed amount of money to your bank account. 

You weren’t too sure of the idea and knew from the back of your head that this all felt so wrong, but the temptation of the large sum of money he was willing to pay was too hard to resist, so you told him that you would try it out first to see. 

And he respected your decision, as well as reassuring you that you can always back out later if this isn’t something up your alley. 

The very first time you did it, it felt awkward to say the least. Even before mustering up the courage to record yourself, you had actually gone online and done a little bit of research on what was considered doable for your first-ever sex tape for Hyunjae.

There were definitely many ones that were a little too intense for your liking, especially on your first try, so you decided to choose the most tame amongst them before you began playing out the whole scenario in your head for a couple of days.

The moment you finally recorded yourself doing the act, it felt strange yet so good. You definitely discovered many things about yourself that you didn’t know even existed, especially in certain spots where you felt a lot more sensitive than others. 

It took less than a minute for Hyunjae to reply to your message when you first sent your video to him. Instantly, a large sum of money was transferred into your bank account. Feeling satisfied with your little accomplishment, you decided to try it out a couple of times to get the feel of it. 

Eventually, a month had passed, and you gradually increased the number of times you sent videos to him. What used to be a weekly habit was reduced to sending one every 3 days, and eventually every day from the start of this month. 

Hyunjae made sure that he had an actual conversation with you as well—giving you feedback on how you could do this particular action better or even suggesting new ideas that you could potentially try out the next time. But what really intrigued you the most was his praises—and god, how much those words sounded so sweet to your ears. 

Over time, both of you began talking a lot more than just about sex, and eventually got to know more about one another as well. Hyunjae would send you random photos of his daily life through text, and you did the same with yours. Eventually, you’ve come to realise that he’s actually a pretty goofy guy who loves random cute plushies that you would come across whenever you’re out with your friends. 

There are times when he would whine and actually send you messages that definitely did not seem to have come from a grown adult like him, where he would send you multiple crying emojis and begging you to buy it for him instead.

This childish side of him was lovable, and you giggled whenever he acted in such a way, but it also turned you on when he would suddenly switch to being this cold, yet dominating side whenever you would send your little gifts to him.

As you came back from reality and finally mustered up the courage to hit send, it took him less than 10 seconds to send you back a reply. But this time, it was something that was a lot different from usual, and your eyes widen the moment you read through his messages a couple of times, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

🐻: shall we meet up in person real soon? 

You immediately started panicking. Being his little sugar baby was one thing, but meeting him in person? God, how your fingers started trembling as you struggled to come up with a proper reply. 

So many questions ran through your head: what exactly will he look like in person, to if he was genuinely as nice as he was online. Part of you wanted to meet him, yet another part of you was scared and reluctant, because if there was one thing your parents had taught you well, it wasn’t always safe out there. 

But before you could even think of a response, Hyunjae immediately sent you the date and location and a rather unusual request. 

🐻: i would love to see you dress up in pink with ribbons tied neatly through your hair. 

🐻: see you then :) 

As you read through that last message a couple of times, you finally threw your phone towards your desk before plunging yourself down onto your bed—burying your face and screaming into your pillow.

Oh god, what will I do now?

The dreaded date has arrived as you stood in front of the designated hotel sent by Hyunjae a week ago. You already knew that some passersby were giving you the looks, and you weren’t too fond of that idea. Ducking your head down the whole time as you tap your feet on the ground, you constantly prayed in your head, hoping that Hyunjae wasn’t just all talk and he really was on his way to you.

Just as 20 minutes passed, you suddenly heard loud footsteps approaching towards your right, and you looked up to see the very same man you had been waiting for. As your intuition was right, he was definitely a lot more attractive in person: his dark brown hair parted towards the side as he wore a black leather jacket paired with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. 

When he finally stopped right in front of you while catching his breath, he quickly shoved the flowers straight towards your face, bowing down a couple of times while he was at it to apologise profusely towards you.

“I-I’m so so sorry- the train got delayed and I had to go pick up the order I made for these flowers and-” 

“Oh my god! Don’t be, I just got here not too long ago as well,” you reassured the male, but he was able to wipe off that little lie you had just made towards him.

“My dear, Y/N. You don’t have to lie to me, and I should be the one who’s all embarrassed for making a lady wait,” he grunts before running his hand through his hair. And god, did that simple action make him look hot as hell. 

As he finally composed himself, he reached out his arm towards you, signalling for you to tag along as you both finally entered the booked hotel room. “Sorry for making you wait, my princess. Shall we finally go and have some fun?”

It was then you finally realised why on earth Hyunjae wanted you to dress up the way you did for tonight. 

As you examined the room, you could see that Hyunjae had picked a themed room for both of your visits for the night. It was a dollhouse room: covered with dusty pink wallpaper with a few toys that would satisfy the occupants of this room.

You already knew that you both were going to go down with some kinky shit the moment he had you dress up in pink, but definitely not like this. 

Hyunjae made sure to get you all comfortable before you could even think about sex: prepping you a hot cup of tea that was provided and letting you sit comfortably on the bed. As time quickly flew by and you two were comfortable enough, he slowly approached you before taking a seat right next to you. Gently, he snakes his hands onto your neck before pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss was soft and sensual at the beginning: pleasuring you with soft yet hungry kisses and giving you time to adjust to his pace. His lips tasted like strawberries, and you knew that he probably went along with the pink theme that he had in his mind. As he had expected, you did not reject his touch and let yourself loose as you let him take full control of everything.

It all felt like a haze, and you were so mesmerised by his beauty and demeanour that you couldn’t pull yourself away from his grasp. 

Slowly, he moves his hands down to give your breasts a gentle massage, before going down underneath your dress to rub your already wet underwear. Hyunjae smirked in between your kisses, and he quickened his pace as your pants finally turned into soft moans. 

“I love how you’re so sensitive, Y/N,” he chimed, taking a few breaks between kisses to stare down at your now red, burning hot face as tears formed in your eyes. 

Just before you could even climax, Hyunjae abruptly stops as he stands up to pull one of your pink ribbons away from your hair to tie both of your hands behind your back. You were flabbergasted by that sudden action, but he was too distracted to even hear you ask what was even going on in his head. Followed by that, he pulls away another ribbon from your hair and positions it in between your thighs—hurriedly yanking down your wet underwear and tossing them aside. 

He then places the ribbon right underneath your wet, dripping clit and commands you to sit before he started pulling the ribbon back and forth. The friction from the fabric was now rubbing your clit, and god, did that stimulated you good.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, desperately wanting to cum at this point, and you knew from the look of his face he was trying his best to drag this out as long as possible—wanting to make you cry out to him more than you were right now. 

“H-Hyunjae…p-please…” You mumbled, trying to get his attention and wanting him to cut the act and get straight to the point.

“Hmm? What’s that, princess? I won’t know unless you tell me what you want.” 

“I-I want- Hngh-” 

“Yes, tell me, babygirl. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

“F-Faster…please…” You begged as your teardrop finally drips down from the corners of your eyes. 

Hyunjae smiles, and it does not belong to the goofy guy who would beg you throughout your texts for you to buy him the latest jellycat doll that was available on the market. 

No. This was your sugar daddy: the one who counted on you to make sex tapes for him once every couple of days for his own gratification. 

“Now that’s my good girl,” he winks as he quickens his pace, rubbing it faster and harder, which makes you scream in agony. “I just love messing with my little princess.” 

During the heat of the moment, he reconnects his lips with your bare skin—leaving a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to your collarbone before he started sucking on them to make sure that he was going to leave a bright, red mark where it would be extremely visible. 

You, on the other hand, were suffering from the consequences of his actions. Tears continued pouring out as you finally felt a little knot form within your stomach, and it only took Hyunjae a few more attempts before the hot, warm liquid started flowing from your thighs down onto the bed. He simply smacked his lips before taking that very same wet ribbon and placing it right onto your lips, making you taste the aftermath of your own hard work.

“Tell me, how does it taste? Do you like it?”

“V-Very m-much…” You mumbled while biting the ribbon before he finally pulled it away from your lips. Though he wasn’t done, and this time he gently pushes you down before he positions himself behind you, and that’s when your eyes widen in fear. 

An unzipping noise was heard, and you knew exactly what it was without having the need to turn around to look. And frankly, you couldn’t have done that since your hands were still tied behind you, and you could only mentally prepare yourself for what was to come. 

Just as you had expected, his tip has just lightly brushed through your dripping wet clit before your entire body squirmed for a second. Hyunjae had to lean forward and whisper into your ear to reassure you that he would be gentle and take good care of you. With one hand gently massaging his tip at your entrance, his other one came down to caress your cheeks as he reconnected his lips with yours. 

Turns out he did kept his promise, and he waited until your body was no longer stiff with fear before he slowly pushed his member into you—causing you to yelp much louder than you did before. 

“Shh…everything is okay, babygirl. Just trust me,” he cooed as he kissed your cheeks softly before pulling himself back up and resting both of his hands on your waist. It didn’t take long for him to slowly pick up his pace, and he moved one of his hands onto your hands as he began pulling them backwards—making your body move up slightly and giving him a lot more room and pressure to thrust within you.

“God- You’re - So- Tight- Y/N-” Hyunjae grunts as he applies a tad bit more pressure each second. It was then you felt like your walls were legitimately breaking apart, and god knows how much longer you can take his cock anymore. 

Grunts and moans filled the entire room, and the bed shook vigorously, to the point you were starting to worry if it would even collapse with the amount of pressure he was exerting. The once soft and demure Hyunjae was gone, and he was now a beast. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” Hyunjae grits his teeth before he finally filled you up completely—all of the extra liquids oozing out from your clit and they continued dripping down your thighs to the bed. You were a complete mess from that whole ordeal, and you finally heaved a sigh of relief when you finally came down from your high.

But you wished that you had held onto that thought for now. 

Without even pulling out his member, he abruptly turns you around and snakes himself over your hands so that they were now wrapped around his neck as he lowered himself down to the point that you could feel his breath on yours. 

If you thought what just happened a minute ago was bad enough, you were in for another ride as you’re practically locked under Hyunjae’s grasp. The male simply licks his lips before responding with a sly smirk on his face. 

“My babydoll is such a good girl, and I believe she deserves another round.”

A/N: suddenly i've forgotten how to write smut so pls bear with me 😭

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Watch It | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you were summoned to stop the crime spree of the renowned group The Boyz by hacking into one of the systems to retrieve information about a specified location before it's too late. what you did not expect was that their leader has been spying on every move you make from the shadows and eventually confronting you about it, which then turns into your biggest nightmare.

PAIRING: criminal Sangyeon x hacker f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (sweetheart, baby, princess), mentions about violence/illegal business (stealing), size kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, rough sex, fingering, handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, they went for rounds, mean dom! Sangyeon

WORD COUNT: 3,235

A/N: let me explain. it was the ✨stare✨ from the concept pic itself that gave me ideas for this fic 😭 huge thanks to my bubba @juyeonszn for beta reading this & convincing me to change my theme ily forever 🥺💜 also shoutout to @daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers for fueling me with ideas / validating my horniness oops— (but ily both so much 😘)

“Agent Y/N, are you in position?” 

“Yes, sir. I am waiting for the right moment to jump into the enemy’s territory.” 

With one click on the earpiece, you immediately turned off the buzzing sound from the headquarters as you needed to focus and ensure that you were all alone and secure as you entered the place of interest.

As you flung your backpack onto your back, you quietly peeked through the few trucks parked in the parking lot right outside the abandoned building. Given that your job was to hack into the system and you needed good internet service, conducting it outdoors would be much more ideal than inside the building itself. 

You and your team received a transmission hours ago about how this group of individuals has been conducting illegal business, such as stealing information from multiple laboratories—specifically ones located on the outskirts of Seoul to avoid detection and arrest. According to your team’s analysts, they have also discovered how they had been stealing chemical solutions that were pretty much hazardous to the public, and god knows whatever they will be using them for.

In other words, they are a pretty suspicious gang, and someone has to look into their spree of crimes before things get out of control. Being one of the best hackers on the team, you were sent to the actual location to hack into their system as best as you could. 

So here you were, in the depths of the night, staking out the parking lot alone, hoping that all goes well and that you can quickly do the job and get out of there as soon as possible. Frankly, it all felt super eerie, especially when it was this late at night, and there weren’t many street lamps to provide enough light to make you feel safe by yourself. 

After looking thoroughly and confirming with your eyes that you were alone, you slowly moved towards the multiple trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot. You managed to squeeze yourself through them and get to a well-lit area; that was when you finally took your laptop out of your backpack and started hacking away. 

To the best of your abilities, you were able to sneak into the laboratory’s system fairly quickly, and you ran over their live security camera footage to check if the criminals were within the building. Immediately, the security camera footage popped up on the screen, and you could quickly identify several men scattered throughout the different labs within the facility. 

“They were probably looking for the right chemical, " you thought, as they were all split up and divided into three groups in each laboratory. While they were trying to find the liquid, you had to quickly hack into the database to retrieve all of the information regarding the facility and the chemicals produced over the years and quickly send them back to your headquarters for analysis. 

After about 10 minutes of transferring all of the files, it was time for you to get out of there and return to let the other agents that were on their way to take over and confront the criminals themselves. You weren’t a field agent, so you couldn’t do much physical combat against the criminals themselves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t ready for your title as an agent to be stripped off you anytime soon; hence respecting the laws and just doing as you were told would be the wisest decision for now.  

You quickly phoned the headquarters, letting them know you had retrieved all the necessary documents and would finally return to report. As you were permitted to do so, you got up and were going to keep all of your belongings back in your backpack until one of the security cameras began flashing. 

You quickly got back down again, trying to see what was happening. That was when you remembered a crucial detail. 

According to the information you guys have had so far, you knew that the group of criminals consisted of 11 members, so you decided to do a headcount one by one on the screen, starting from 1 to 11.

“8…9…and 10.”

10? 

Someone was missing, but who?

Just then, a deep husky voice broke you off from your attention on the screen, and you looked around to see where it was coming from. Finally, you landed your eyes towards one of the vehicles right across you, and there he was—one of the criminals sitting right on top of the truck with both his legs spread wide apart, looking down towards you. 

“Aren’t you pretty good at your job, sweetheart?” 

Oh no. You were busted. 

“U-umm…sorry…it’s just that…I was supposed to write a report regarding this facility, so I am here to look around.”

“At this hour? Close to midnight? I highly doubt that, princess.” 

Immediately, he hopped down from the vehicle in one swift movement and began approaching you slowly. You instinctively shut your laptop, hugged it close to your chest, and backed away. 

“I-I’m sorry! It seems I came at the wrong time! I will take my leave now, then. I’m sorry to have disrupted you!” You bowed down profusely before turning your heel and tried to run as quickly as you could until he grabbed your wrist and pulled it upwards, turning back in his direction. 

There was this smug yet dangerous look on his face, contradicting the pure and innocent look he had on before. That sent a chill up your spine, and you quickly gulped before he slowly pushed you till your back finally hit against one of the trucks. You closed your eyes upon the impact and elicited a quiet yelp with his movement. 

Suddenly, you felt his fingers lift your chin, and he commanded you to open your eyes to look straight at him. 

“Now sweetheart, we weren’t done having our little fun conversation yet, were we? It breaks my heart that you decided to take off running before we even started.” 

You were panicking as his grip slightly tightened around your wrist, pushing it back against the truck, signalling that you would be dead meat if you tried something funny again next time. You were stuck, and there was no way you could ring the headquarters as that would blow up your cover and the location of the base of operations. 

The only thing you could do was to pray that the field agents would make their way over to you soon until you heard a mild static and a voice calling through the earpiece.

“T-there isn’t much ser-service here, b-but we will be sli-slightly late d-due to the he-heavy traffic. H-hang in t-there, a-agent Y/N! W-we’ll surely be c-coming—” 

And then it all went silent. 

Your only hope was lost, as the enemy threatened and pinned you with little to no help coming your way anytime soon. You could use your physical combat skills to fight against the man before you, but something in your gut told you that it would be a horrible idea to try anything funny with him right now. 

With that, you could only take a deep breath and try to talk things out with him for a bit, stalling some time before help eventually arrived. 

“W-what…what do you want from me?” You questioned, or more like stammered. It was clear that you were trembling in your voice. 

The man chuckles slightly as he smiles back at you. “See, sweetheart. I’m afraid I can’t let you off that easily, knowing that you were spying on us and retrieving crucial evidence and information that would hinder our mission.”

This time, his fingers on your chin slowly travelled down to your neck and chest. It was the way he took his time gently sliding his finger down and touching your bare skin that made you let out a gasp. 

“I’d like to play a little game with you, princess.”

“W-what do you…” You were beginning to lose your mind as he brushed his fingers across your lips, smudging the lipstick that you’d put on prior. 

“I’d like to see how much you can handle, and trust me, we will have so much fun. I’ll make sure that you won’t be heading back to your headquarters anytime soon.”

Within seconds after that last sentence, he crashed his lips with yours and began savouring them as a tingling sensation ran through your body. He quickly deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with urgency. 

It was wrong. This was all so wrong.

You knew how bad this situation was because he was your enemy. But then, something about his lips made you crave more. His kisses tasted like honey, and the way he moved his lips against yours drove you insane. 

Without you knowing, your grip against the laptop slowly loosened, and eventually, he took it away from you and gently placed it on the ground, his hands quickly moving back up to your cargo pants, rubbing the spot in between your thighs, earning a gasp from you. 

He smiled as you gave him the reaction that he wanted, and he began to untie your pants before pulling them down, his fingers now brushing over your sensitive spot through the lace underwear that you were wearing. Slowly, he began to feel that you were starting to get wet, and that was his cue to hook his finger under the seam of your underwear before pulling them down, revealing your now wet clit all exposed. 

You hissed as the cold air from the atmosphere came in contact with your clit, and it took the enemy a moment to reconnect his fingers to your wet sensitive spot, rubbing it again before slowly inserting two fingers into you. 

“Aah…aaah…”

“I’ll be a dear and tell you my name, princess. Call me Sangyeon, moan for me,” he leaned towards you and whispered. 

“S-sangyeon….”

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me. I shall grant you your next reward now, hmm?” 

As he removed his fingers from your clit, he quickly moved them to his pants, unzipped and shoved them down rather hastily. It was the way you immediately noticed the erection through his boxers, and your eyes widened from just that alone. Sangyeon smirked at your reaction and reconnected his lips to yours to give you a few pecks. 

“Look at you already can’t stop staring at my big cock. Oh, baby. I’ll make sure that you won’t regret playing with it.” 

Immediately, he grabbed your free hand and guided you to touch his erection. You gasped from that alone while Sangyeon let out a soft groan. You couldn’t help but naturally start rubbing his tip, which made Sangyeon moan for you. 

“Touch me, baby.” He commanded. 

Guiding your hands again, he allowed you to pull his boxers down, and your mouth watered at the sight of his massive bulge. You wrapped your hands around his cock before you began gliding your hands up and down his member. In return, he inserted his fingers back into your clit once again, and the both of you were now a moaning mess.

“S-sangyeon…kiss me…please…” you whined, wanting to taste his sweet honey-like lips once again. 

“Oh, honey. You love the way my tongue twirls around yours?”

“Y-yes…very much…aaahh—” 

Just like that, he was now back to kissing you breathless. As his tongue slid into your mouth, he began sucking your tongue, and you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation. It made you forget entirely about how you were supposed to escape this guy as soon as possible, trying to find a potential hideout place to wait for your fellow agents. 

It seemed as if Sangyeon had wrapped you around his fingertips, just as he had planned to, and he would make sure that you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon. He would proceed to the next step of his plan anytime now. 

He gently removed your hands away from his bulge as he took it himself to align the tip towards your entrance, and you knew that you were in big trouble. Now, you tried to move forward when his hand, still grabbing your wrist, tightened again and pushed it back towards the truck again. 

“Oh no, princess. We’re just getting started. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you the best fucking sex you’ll ever have.” 

As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately slid himself into you, and you all but screamed, a teardrop falling from the corners of your eyes. Sangyeon didn’t even give you enough time to adjust to his huge size fully and eventually began slamming into you hard. 

“Fuck—fuck.” It was all that you could’ve said because you had already lost your mind ever since he kissed you for the first time. Now that he was within you? Oh, you were far, long gone from reality. 

Given the way he was fucking you so hard, even the truck that you were leaning against began rocking back and forth following your pace. 

Your eyes watered as he hit every single spot within you, causing you to cry out loud. If you were to be honest, it actually did hurt, especially which such a large and hard dick like his. But the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and you cried out for more. 

“Sangyeon…sangyeon…”

“Tell me what exactly you want, baby.”

“Keep it going…please…”

“Just like that? Are you sure that is enough?”

“I…want you to fuck me faster and harder—”

“Anything else?” He was now picking up the pace, and it was visible that his chest was rising up and down much quicker than before as he tried his best to catch his breath. 

“I…want you to fuck me till my legs feel numb, give me more and more…aaah—”

“That is what exactly I like to hear, sweetheart.” 

As he slammed into you hard, you felt a tight knot form around your stomach, signalling that you were about to reach your high and cum. Sangyeon noticed your demeanour as you buckled your hips and spread your legs wider for him to gain more access to you. 

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You screamed.

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my cock, I want you to be dripping wet just for me.” He growled. 

With a few more pushes, you eventually released and spilled all of your juices all around his cock, so much so that it was oozing out of you, and it all splattered on the ground. 

You breathe in heavily before Sangyeon gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, reassuring you that you have done so well for him.

“That’s it, princess. What a good girl you’ve been. But unfortunately, there is more to come baby.” 

He grabbed both of your shoulders before turning you around rather aggressively, so now you were facing the truck instead. If you were to be honest, that rough act of his turned you on more than it was painful. It was a few seconds before you felt his grip return to you on both sides of your hips, as you felt his cock rubbing up and down once again on your dripping wet clit.

Sangyeon leaned forward to whisper in your ear, sending you a chill down your spine. “Give me some more, baby. You know you can do it.”

As he pushed his cock back into you, an immense moan spilt out from your mouth as he began pounding into you again. You had already had sex and felt his member all around you just a minute prior, yet you were still struggling to adjust to his bulge. 

“God, sweetheart. I’ve already fucked you hard, and yet you’re still so tight. I guess I wasn’t rough enough.” 

As he pounds into you, your hands that were pressed against the truck begin pushing the vehicle once again. If only there were someone around, you swear to god that the car's movement would be more than enough to prove that something wasn’t right and that there were people everywhere in the empty parking lot. 

But your comrades are still nowhere to be seen, and you were still bounded by the criminal himself, fucking you till you were sore to the point that you would not be able to walk on your own after this. 

“S-sangyeon…I-I wanna cum again for you so badly…” You whimpered. 

This time, he moved one of his hands up to grab a chunk of your hair and pulled it back; that firm sudden grip caused you to scream once again for him.

“Do it then. Cum with me this time.” He commanded, pulling your hair and pounding into you even harder. 

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Sangyeon!! I’m cumming!!” 

With one final hard thrust, both of you released your liquids before slowing down the momentum and catching your breaths together. He removed his grip from your hair before he grabbed your chin and turned your head back for him to kiss you again. You snaked your hands up to his neck to return the favour. 

Just then, you heard sirens coming from afar, and you heard static in your earpiece again. 

“Agent Y/N, please respond! We’re finally here to infiltrate the facility; please head out, return to the back of our vehicle, and stay put!” 

It was your cue to leave now, and there was no more extended point in you staying here. 

You gulped before you pulled away from Sangyeon, mustering up the courage to reject him for good this time. 

“S-sangyeon…I have to go…I can’t stay here any more.” You stammered, hoping that he would finally let you leave this time, especially since he had already gotten what he wanted. 

But you should’ve known better because his familiar dark and dangerous look was plastered on his face again, and he pushed you back against the truck. 

“You know, now that your comrades are here, I’m afraid there’s more reason for me not to let you leave now, hmm? I’ve been stalling time for my boys to get what they want in the facility before your agents arrive to ruin our plan. While they were doing that, I was out here guarding the area, making sure nobody was to sabotage our plan.” 

So that was why he played this little dirty game with you.

“Knowing my boys, I’m pretty sure that they have gotten everything we need, and all they have to do is defeat your fellow agents, and then we will leave. And while they are doing that, you will keep me company until they’re done.” He threatened. 

This time, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the front of the car, directly where you could see clearly how your fellow agents were confronting the criminals. Within seconds, a fight has broken out between them across the facility, and you have no choice but to stay here helplessly and be unable to provide them with any aid. 

Before you could say anything, Sangyeon yanked you down towards the hood of the car so that you were lying on top of it, and he prepared to go for a third round with you.

“I want you to watch closely with how you and your fellow agents are going to fail this mission terribly while I fuck you real good till you’re begging for more.”

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A Gift For You | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: your boyfriend Sangyeon has always treated you so well since you both began your relationship six months prior. it was about time that you returned him the favour by giving him a gift that he would never forget.

PAIRING: inexperienced sub! Sangyeon x dom f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, blowjob, fondling with male genitals, squirting, cum tasting, oral & fingering (m!receiving), anal fingering (m!receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex, hickeys (m!receiving)

WORD COUNT: 1,520

A/N: it's the loml birthday today, hence here is my contribution/gift to him 😚❤️ i wrote this in a rush (bcs i ran out of time & used up all my brain juices for his other birthday fic i wrote on my main blog 😭) so i apologise if this isn't the best 🤧 shoutout to my love @daisyvisions for constantly fuelling my Sangyeon brainrot and giving me ✨ideas✨🥴

You have been with your boyfriend for the past six months, and he has done nothing but constantly put a smile on your face daily.

He was the heartthrob of the campus, and you could see why. He was at the top of his grades, part of multiple clubs and even led in many of them, and he would always be there to give a helping hand to all students and lecturers alike. 

It was a shocker when he took a liking towards you, for you would’ve considered yourself one of the girls who would venture out every night to go for a drink, and you weren’t exactly good at studying either. But there was something that the both of you had in common—music. 

It has been on your wishlist for the longest time, and you have always promised yourself that you would get back to your love for music once you got into university, especially when you had no music club back in the high school you were enrolled in. 

You specialised in the vocals and played a few musical instruments as well. It was when you were selected to be part of the main vocalists' lineup for a show that the club was hosting for the summer, and it just so happened that you were paired with Sangyeon. From the very beginning, he had taken the initiative to break the ice and make you feel comfortable. Both of your vocals paired well with one another, and eventually, the little friendship you’ve both had slowly blossomed into something more.

Today marked the sixth month that you both have been a couple, and you wanted to give something back to your boyfriend after all that he has done for you. 

And it would be something that he was nowhere near prepared for.

“Sangyeon-ie?” 

“Hmm?” He hummed as he continued stroking your hair gently while you leaned onto his shoulder, watching the Netflix show that was projected on the television screen. 

“Should we… you know. Do something else?” 

He chuckled. “Why? Is the show not doing much for you?”

“Is it bad if I said no?” 

“Not at all, babe. What do you want to do then?”

“Well, you have always given me so much and treated me like a princess. Don’t you think my prince charming deserves some love from his princess too?” 

That got his full attention as he turned his face to look straight in your direction. “Wow. What am I getting, then? A present?” 

“Something much better than a present.” 

Slowly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. It was soft yet warm, and you always craved for his lips—every single time, you would feel as if you had ascended to heaven, even though you’d kissed him for the nth time by now. 

Sangyeon accepted your touch and adjusted himself so that he could tilt his head for you to gain more access to his lips. You slowly moved your hands from his chest to his neck to cup his face. Slowly caressing his face, you inserted your tongue into his mouth, and naturally, he did the same while moving his hands to rest against your waist. 

Now that you have gotten him occupied, you slowly moved your other free hand down to his pants, gently rubbing his member. Sangyeon gasped at the contact, for you have never done such a thing before. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his neck, only to pull him back to you.

“Baby, you trust me, don’t you?” 

You reconnected your lips with him, and this time you would snake your hands into his pants, rubbing the tip of his member. You could feel his member tense with your cold touch, and this only excited you more. You pulled your hands back out only to drag his pants and underwear down, pulling out his cock and exposing it. You then moved down and knelt on the ground before positioning yourself right in between his thighs. You were gently rubbing the tip before taking it fully into your mouth. 

“O-oh my god… Y/N… w-what are you doing…” It was clear that your boyfriend was having a battle of his own, trying to make sense of reality while he tried to calm himself down. 

You were constantly sucking his cock, before you stopped for a moment to respond to him.

“This my love, is called a blowjob.” 

You reconnected his member into your mouth as you began fondling with his balls, giving them a little squeeze which earned you a groan from your boyfriend. Sangyeon tilted his head back onto the couch, both hands gripping the sofa as he tried his best to calm his fast breathing down. 

It was then he was about to reach his high, he naturally began convulsing and pushing his cock deeper within your throat, squirting all of his cum all over your mouth. The look of horror was plastered all across his face as he began propping himself up and apologised to you profusely. 

“Oh my god! Y/N! What have I done, I’m so sorry—”

Just then, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping off the excess dripping from the corners of your mouth before you leaned in to reconnect your lips with his.

“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.” 

Almost immediately, you quickly removed his top and threw them off. This time, you moved your hands back down and stopped right at the entrance of his asshole. You slowly pushed a finger in, and Sangyeon yelped at that move. You gave him a few seconds to adjust before you started fingering him while moving down to suck his nipples. 

“F-fuck… Y/N… Y/N… aaaahh…” 

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“I-I…”

“Yes, baby?”

“W-want more… inside…”

With that, you inserted another finger up into his anus, fingering him gently as you kept your gaze towards his beautiful face. 

It was new to see your boyfriend like this, and you were beyond proud of yourself for taking this route to please him. It was how innocent he was and his constant sweet moans of your name the entire time. You wanted to pleasure him more. 

As your lips slowly moved down to lick his abs (god, were they hard as fuck), you started moving yourself to sit right on top of his thighs, removing your top as well and pulling your underwear to the side before you aligned his tip to your entrance and slowly moved down as his huge cock slowly inserted into you.

Sangyeon started to whimper from that alone, and you took a few seconds to adjust before you began to bounce on him. He closed his eyes throughout the whole session, and his constant moans echoed throughout the room. Sangyone bit his lower lip, and he hissed when you started to pick up your pace, grinding on him ever faster. 

“Aahh—Y/n—”

You quickly grabbed both of his hands and placed them onto your breasts, guiding them so that he would give you a gentle squeeze before he shot up from the couch to connect his lips towards your nipples, circling them and eventually sucking them.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” You constantly praised him in between your moans, and it was now that your boyfriend was fully cast under your spell, not rejecting or being unsure of your touch anymore. You could tell how he had been wanting more as he began to thrust up into you, so you weren’t the only one doing the job now. 

Sangyeon began to feel that he was coming soon, but he wasn’t sure if it would be alright for him to release his cum all over again. For one, he was inside you now. Second of all, he thinks that it is a little unfair that he is going to come twice when you haven’t even had your first orgasm. There was a slight hesitation in his voice before he eventually mustered up the courage to ask you.

“Y/N… babe… I-I don’t think I am going to last…” 

“That’s fine, baby. Just do it.”

“W-where can I—”

It was then his cock finally hit the spot within you that got you crying out, and you finally felt the knot in your stomach, indicating that you were about to come anytime soon as well. You gripped onto his hair before screaming out loud.

“Inside! Sangyeon! Finish inside of me!!”

Within seconds, both of you came at the same time, and both of your juices were now dripping down the couch. As you came down from your high, you immediately began placing kisses all over his body, sucking it a little bit harder near the crook of his neck with the thoughts of leaving behind a hickey. 

As you got off and he placed his fingers over where you just left a mark, you smirked before whispering in his ears. 

“This is proof that we have finally done the deed, and there will be so much more to come, baby.”

A/N: i need people to know that sub!Sangyeon can also be hot 🥴

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Pleasure Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: ever since your boyfriend was featured in the latest issue of Men's Health, you have had a serious "problem" that you were sure that nobody was to ever find out about, that is, until you were caught red-handed by your very own boyfriend, Sangyeon.

PAIRING: model bf! Sangyeon x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, masturbation (f!reader), fingering (f!reader receiving), cum tasting (f!reader), oral (f!reader receiving), face riding

WORD COUNT: 1,564

A/N: behold my debut fic on my nsfw blog! 🤓 let's just say i've been super duper horny lately and i may or may not be on a writing spree for sexy sangyeon (pls just accept it lmao) shoutout to my loveliest @juyeonszn for reading it through i love you my bubba 😘❤️

It has been a week since your boyfriend’s nude shots were published in the media and magazines. 

Your boyfriend, Sangyeon, has been working in the model industry for over five years, but only a month ago, he received an offer from one of Korea’s top fitness magazines, Men’s Health, for a photo shoot and an interview. At first, you didn’t think much of it since you’ve always known how passionate Sangyeon has been about his health and working out.

Never in a million years would you have thought that he would have to strip and be featured on the cover of the magazine's fall issue.

Sangyeon knew from the beginning how awkward the entire situation would be, and as your boyfriend, he had to consult you first and foremost to see if both of you were on the same page. As much as it somewhat bugged you at first, you reluctantly told him that it was part of his job and he should treat it as an opportunity instead. 

It took some time to convince your boyfriend since he placed you first in everything that he did, but eventually, he took on the offer and was finally featured in the recent issue. 

Which was when your so-called “problem” began. 

You were too shy to admit nor did you want your boyfriend to ever find out about it. If he did, you would definitely throw yourself off a cliff, saying goodbye to this cruel world you live in. 

You began masturbating every two days, if not almost every night. You would hide in your bedroom, especially when Sangyeon wasn’t  back home from his job, and you would pleasure yourself by touching your body. You would slowly massage your breasts, and the other hand would slide down into your undies to rub your wet core. Sometimes, you would even insert one or two fingers into your entrance, and you’d envision Sangyeon pleasuring you instead. 

You knew this whole thing felt so wrong, yet you could never bring yourself to tell your boyfriend about this “problem”. Hence, you decided to keep this little dirty secret to yourself.

It was a late Friday night. Sangyeon had texted you in the morning that he would be coming home late tonight as he had to meet up with some of the staff for his next photo shoot to discuss plans for the upcoming feature magazine. He texted you his usual “goodnight message”, and you did the same. 

Mentally, you were doing somersaults in your brain because you had been feeling rather horny today, especially when you accidentally came across a rather sexy novel at your favourite bookstore when you had to run some errands for your company this afternoon. It was just like the idiom you learned in middle school, of how curiosity can kill the cat. And that was exactly what happened tonight. 

Once you get home from work in the evening hours, you take a quick shower and have a rather simple dinner that you just easily heat in the microwave before getting yourself all cozy in your bed to read the sexy novella that you have just purchased this afternoon. To set up the mood, you even turned on your fairy lights and lit some aromatic scented candles before lying comfortably to read. 

Just as you expected, the book's contents were rather spicy, and the next thing you knew, you found yourself touching your body again. Slowly, your hands slide back into your underwear, and you rub your dripping wet core. This time, you closed your eyes and tried your best to place yourself into the story's main character, attempting to envision the hot hunky male character fingering you.

But instead, that male lead eventually shifted into the vision of your boyfriend. And you eventually find yourself moaning his name. 

“Oh my god… S-sangyeon… It feels so good…” 

You wanted more, and god you didn’t want him to stop. 

“M-more… more… aaahh—” 

“Baby, what are you doing?” 

That deep voice immediately had you shooting up from your bed, and you immediately turned your head in the direction of the voice. 

Oh, hell no. 

Why is he back? He was not supposed to be home at least till after 12am! 

Not wanting to see or hear more from him, you immediately dived into your bedsheets, muffling a “goodnight, I’m asleep!”, hoping to turn him away. You swear you felt your face burning up so quickly, and your heartbeat was getting way out of control. 

It didn’t take long for him to pull back the bedsheets to reveal him staring at your face. 

“No no, please go away, Sangyeon! I’m about to sleep!” You protested, hoping he would leave you alone and pretend nothing had happened. 

Knowing your boyfriend, though, he is not the type to let things off, especially when it intrigues him. 

“I had no idea you sounded so sexy moaning my name aloud like that.” You already could hear his smirking through his voice, and you slowly opened one of your eyes to look at him. Sure enough, he was turned on and placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing them while inching his face closer to you.

“Hey, you know you could’ve just told me you wanted me.” He was now pecking you all over your face. 

“B-but… aren’t you ashamed.. of this habit of mine?” You asked weakly, and honestly, expecting a negative answer from him. 

But he reassures you instead. “Oh baby, if you were not turned on by that cover magazine that I did, then I’m afraid that what I’ve shown isn’t enough to pleasure you.” 

This time, he gently lifts and positions you so that you are seated on the bed, facing the full-length mirror you have in your bedroom. He then slowly climbs into bed and sits behind you, his hands roaming your body. Gently, he leans down to your ears and gives you a whisper. 

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. And whatever happens, don’t stop looking.” 

Before you could even ask what was happening, one of his hands immediately travelled down to your underwear and began rubbing your core. Dear God, this time it is happening in real-time, it is your boyfriend’s actual hands that were pleasuring your entrance, one that you have fantasised about for long enough.

“Aww, you’re already so wet for me. Aren’t you a dirty little one?” He teased, before sliding his hands into your underwear to rub while putting some slight pressure on your entrance. Immediately, the moans he had longed to hear filled the entire room, practically music to his ears.

He then used his other free hand to grab hold of your chin to turn your head back towards him as he crashes his lips onto yours, turning the kiss into a rather steamy and messy one. You both would break off in between to grasp for some air, then reconnect your lips again, turning this into a repeated cycle. 

“God—Sangyeon—please—”

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you exactly want.”

“Your fingers… inside me… now…” 

That was all he needed to hear before pushing two fingers into you, earning a sweet and pleasurable moan from you. He almost immediately picked up his pace, thrusting in and out rather quickly, which made you beg for more. 

“Faster.. Faster!” 

It took almost less than a minute before you came all over his fingers, and he took them out and placed them into your mouth, wanting you to savour your cum. As your breathing stabilised, he immediately commanded that you turn around and position yourself against the headrest of your bed. You were stunned, to say the least, so he had to physically help you again by placing both your hands on the headrest while he got himself comfortably under you, directly under your clit. 

“Since you wanted me to pleasure you so badly, I’ll be nice and offer you once more.” 

Without another word, his hands resting on both sides of your hips immediately dragged you down, and he began kissing and sucking your core rather hungrily. If you thought your moans were loud and messy enough during the first phase, you were so wrong. This felt so much better, and you wished nothing more but to stay like this for a while. 

Sangyeon took his time exploring every crook and cranny of your core, ensuring he was taking in all of the sweetness while his top priority was to pleasure you well. Oh, you would definitely rate both his glorious hands and tongue a grade A+ for sure. 

Your continuous moans and whimpers turned him on even more, and he began sucking a little harder while picking up his pace again. He knew you were about to reach your high and couldn’t wait for it to come.

“Oh my god, more! Sangyeon! Don’t stop!” 

Eventually, you also find yourself rocking your hips onto his face, both now desperately trying to make your cum come faster as possible. 

“I-I’m cumming!” 

A few seconds later, you released your sweet love juice all over Sangyeon while trying to calm yourself down. It took a while for him to savour all of it before he eventually got himself up and positioned you so that you were now straddling his lap. 

“I guess you are now ready for the next round.” 

A/N: if you thought the self-insertion was strong then yes it is (i practically wrote this for me 🤡)

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Training Session | Octoberfest Day 12

➺ Pairing - host!Younghoon x f!reader x client!Sunwoo

➺ Drink - Mystery Cocktail (wildcard x threesome)

➺ Summary - Never would you have expected one of your clients to actually come to you and ask for sexual advice. But when he does, there is no way you could turn him down & decide that it would be interesting to drag your fellow host from the club to join in on the fun.

➺ Word Count - 1,901

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, dirty talk, both Younghoon & reader works in a host club (so yes it's in the red light districts set in Akihabara), petnames (honey, sweetheart), Sunwoo is pretty much inexperienced in here but he goes with flow and catches up along the way 👀, threesome, unprotected sex, blowjob, rough sex, cum tasting, spit kink (if you squint), face riding, doggy style, voyuerism, degradation, kissing, hickeys

➺ Author’s note - And here is the final installment of our Octoberfest collab!! it's been such a wild ride thank you to everyone who has been reading & supporting us!! this is my first time writing a threesome so forgive me if it seems awkward 😭 big shoutout to @daisyvisions for beta-reading this through for me i labyu loads 😘💗

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“I’m sorry, sir. You want the number one hostess to tend to you today?” 

“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I said,” Sunwoo spoke firmly as he pointed at the signboard depicting all of the hostesses on duty for the night. 

“I’m afraid I might be unable to respond to that request, sir. Miss Y/N is a very busy person-”

“How much?” Sunwoo spoke louder, a hint of desperation showing as he slammed his credit card on the table. “I don’t mind paying extra if that’s the case.”

“But sir-”

“What seems to be the problem here?” You walked into what appeared to be a commotion that could easily get out of hand if left unattended. You placed a reassuring hand on the waitress’s shoulder, giving her a light tap to signal that you were fine handling this particular client and that she could return to her post.

The moment you sat down next to the man, he subtly scooted away and lowered his head, as if suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, with a noticeable redness creeping up to his ears.

“What’s your name, sweetheart? It looks to me like this is your first time here tonight,” you said seductively as you crossed your legs together while pouring you and him a glass of champagne. 

“S-Sunwoo…” the male mumbled as he gladly took the drink and chugged it down in one sip. 

“Whoa! Are you okay? Here, let me help you.” You felt a moment of panic, realising the champagne you had served was a bit stronger than usual (your services were naturally a bit pricier as the top hostess) as you reached for a napkin and gently dabbed his plump lips.

“Y-Yes! I just…umm…need some advice, if you will….” 

“Oh? What kind of advice?” 

“This might sound awfully ridiculous, and you can laugh at me all you want-”

“Sunwoo.” You firmly rested one of your hands on his shoulders and squeezed him. “Hosts clubs are a safe space, and nobody will judge you for anything, alright? Just like how all these men and women have their own reasons for coming here tonight.” 

It seemed that Sunwoo still needed some time to compose himself, so you decided to be as patient as possible and gave him some space—since he was the client that you were dealing with now, after all. In the midst of all of that, the number one host just so happened to walk past and decided to take a seat next to you—joining in with the fun as he wrapped his arms around a girl he was entertaining for the night.

“Younghoon! What brings you here?” You asked.

“Can’t I come over to see how the number one hostess is doing? Might need to snoop around to make sure you don’t snatch my job away, too,” he joked.

“Oh, come on. You’re just jealous that there are two number-one positions in this nightclub. Maybe you should move to the club down the streets-”

“Please teach me how to please someone.” 

Instantly, you and Younghoon turned to look at Sunwoo, who was now pleading with you—his eyes wide and doe-like as he downed another glass of champagne in one gulp. You thought you must have misheard; it had been a while since you'd had to resort to that particular service for a client.

A new rule has been circulating in the streets of Akihabara: hosts and hostesses are discouraged from engaging in those acts due to new regulations that all employers and employees must follow. However, a little fun outside the workplace doesn’t hurt if both parties consent—and you’ll even earn some extra cash outside the club.

You hesitated momentarily before closing the distance between you and Sunwoo as you wrapped your fingers around his chin to lift his head up. “Are you sure you’re down for this? I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle the lessons that I provide, though.” 

Determined, Sunwoo grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Affirmative.”

With that, you simply smirked before turning your head behind to look at Younghoon while giving him the look before you leaned in close to whisper into Sunwoo’s ears.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, honey.”

The repetitive sounds of something popping in and out of your mouth, followed by the hard, rhythmic chugging, filled your apartment. Sunwoo’s moans grew increasingly unrestrained as he gripped the sheets, while your beloved number-one host continued to thrust from behind at his own steady pace.

When you first brought it up, Sunwoo wasn’t sure about heading to your apartment to do the deed. However, when you slammed the door shut and kissed him feverishly at your doorstep, he instantly changed his mind and allowed you to do whatever you wished. 

It wasn’t long before you both entered your bedroom and threw the man right on your bed before you started stripping him and pulling out his cock to massage it a little before taking it all in your mouth. Since you had invited Younghoon over, he wasn’t going just to stand there and do nothing as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him.

While you were keeping Sunwoo busy, Younghoon wasted no time stripping both you and himself before positioning you on all fours. He quickly pulled out his already dripping wet cock that had his precum oozing all out before inserting it entirely into you. 

At this point, it was a full-on battle on who was going to cum first and whoever’s moans would be louder than the other. As Younghoon started picking up his pace, so did you with Sunwoo’s cock as you slowly tasted his precum dripping out from his member.

“Y-Y/N! I’m coming!!” Sunwoo yelped as you lowered your head to the point where you felt his tip touch the back of your throat before he released all of his liquids into you, the excess slowly dripping down from the corners of your mouth.

Sunwoo was bewildered to see the sight before him, but you wasted no time to crawl up against him to connect your lips with his—spitting back a little portion of his cum into his mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby. Look how well you did for me,” you cooed as you kept praising him for being such a good little puppy for you.

Just then, a sound was heard behind you as your fellow host did the same, with his liquids dripping down to your thigh as he came down from his high. “It’s not fair that Sunwoo gets all the fun while I don’t,” he sulked.

“Someone’s jealous, eh? Be patient, I’m just about to deal with you right now,” you teased as you turned behind to position Younghoon’s cock on your lips. But just before you begin all the fun, you instruct Sunwoo to lie down further, and you slowly rest your hips on his face. 

You could tell he wasn’t too sure about the whole idea, but you reassured him that it’d all be worth it. When he finally nodded, you completely relaxed as you sat on his face—rolling your hips a little for him to start licking your dripping wet clit.

Now that Sunwoo was preoccupied, you could finally start licking the tip of Younghoon’s cock as he threw his head back. You knew that out of all the girls back at the club, he’d always try to find the time to get to know you better outside of work—even though none of you decided to label whatever your relationship with one another is. 

It all started with just catching up outside of work and sharing about your days. Slowly, that turned into meeting up regularly at each other’s apartments, and you ended up spending the nights with him a lot.

It definitely was a first for a client like Sunwoo to ask you to teach the young lad himself some lessons. Still, knowing how Younghoon quickly gets jealous whenever you spend a tad bit more time with other guys than himself, you figured you might as well invite him to tag along and show him much more of what else you’re truly capable of.

“You nasty little slut; what’s up with you asking me to join in this whole little fun that you’re doing with Sunwoo?” Younghoon growled. 

“What? I’ve always wanted to try a threesome—besides, Sunwoo is having the time of his life eating me out underneath-” You paused in between as Sunwoo’s tongue stuck deeper into your clit, biting your lips whenever he hit a good spot. 

And Younghoon was not enjoying that look you have on your face. “You’ve got the audacity to act like this in front of me, don’t you?” 

Before you could even respond, he bucked up his hips as he cupped your face before pushing his cock in swiftly—making you choke in response to his action.

“All talk now, are we? I’ll remind you who is the one you should only be eating out regularly instead-” He let out a deep huff before a smirk was plastered across his face as he pushed your head back and forth—controlling your movements and not giving you a chance to escape from his grip.

As much as Sunwoo was taking his time to explore every area possible underneath truly, your sudden soft moans that turned into whimpers suddenly aroused him even further—making him wrap his arms around your thigh and pulling you down aggressively before picking up his pace to match with Younghoon’s. He was now attaching his lips to yours as if his life depended on it. 

The overstimulation was starting to get out of hand for you as teardrops began dripping down the corners of your eyes before eventually cumming all over Sunwoo’s face as Younghoon, too, released everything he’s got into your mouth. When he finally pulls out his dripping cock with a pop, you immediately fall straight down onto your bed in defeat—slowly trying to calm your breathing down.

You were convinced that everyone would take a break after all of that. Still, you have certainly underestimated how sickening Younghoon can get once you both start this whole game of provoking one another—because now you find yourself being flipped over.

Sunwoo was crawling up on you as he connected his lips with yours, turning it into a battle of swirling each other’s tongues. You slowly opened your eyes to see that Younghoon was now sitting at your desk, witnessing the whole thing, as he let out a menacing grin.

You didn’t fully understand what that meant, as you were trying your best not to get distracted. Sunwoo started moving down to your neck and began sucking while he brought forward his cock to your entrance and started rubbing his tip against your sore clit.

“Y-Younghoon…w-what’s going on?”

“I’m sure Sunwoo has picked up the skills he needed by watching me fuck you real good minutes ago.”

The moment Younghoon crossed his arms and legs as he leaned back onto your chair, he simply tilted his head to the side before smiling at you—one that you knew very well yourself that hid malicious intent behind that pretty face of his.

“And now, I’m going to be the judge of that and guide him along the way to the point that you can forget about walking properly for the next day or two.” 

[snowflakewhispers]

Playing Fair. | Octoberfest Day 11

Pairing: Lawyer! Sangyeon x lawyer! fem! reader

Drink: Sangria with a side of jägermeister (Rivals/Orgasm Denial)

Synopsis: Sangyeon has always held his tongue when it comes to you, but when you go one step too far for your selfish desires, he has to take it upon himself to settle the score.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, orgasm denial, degradation (?), established power dynamics, pet names (sweetheart), fingering (f! receiving), unprotected sex, the pull-out method, semi-public sex, begging, crying (towards the end)

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As his colleagues begin to bid their goodbyes to each other, turn the lights off and discuss their plans for the weekend, Sangyeon seethes in his office. He’s been angry many times before, but he’s never felt rage quite like this.

He used to pride himself as a patient man, always keeping his cool no matter how many times or how hard people tried to push his buttons. But alas, someone as insufferable and selfish as you has finally managed to get him to snap. 

He feels as if the universe is out to get him- he was subject to your competitiveness in law school, constantly playing tug-of-war for the honour of being the top of the class, and when he thought that he had finally shook you off and got hired by the third law firm he applied to, he was furious when he found out that you were working there too. The memory of you smiling wickedly at the fact that you were one step ahead of him still haunts him, and his blood boils as he remembers that smile turning into something more sinister when you pulled the rug from under his feet, having your superior kick him from your joint case to claim it for yourself. 

He knows what you’re trying to do, and he couldn’t care less if you got promoted before he did, but he won’t stand by and let you sabotage his career to get yourself ahead. 

He’s not gonna let you get away with this. 

He gets up from his seat abruptly, sending his wheeled chair colliding into the shelf behind him as he storms out of his office, down the hall and into yours. 

You nearly jump out of your own skin when the door to your office slams open with a loud bang, causing the glass walls of your office to rattle, and your look of shock quickly darkens into a sharp glare when you see your fellow colleague making quick strides towards your desk.  

Sangyeon stops in front of you, chest heaving, eyebrows knitted together, arms crossing over each other as he stares you down. 

“How low are you willing to go?” he snaps, “when the fuck are you going to stop trying to screw me over?”

His anger grows tenfold when you simply smile at him, cocking your head to the side and finding amusement in the way he’s desperately trying to hold himself together. For a moment he thinks it would be better to walk away right now, drive home and try to forget the events of today while nursing on a glass of whiskey, but he doesn’t move. He’s not conceding to you, and he’s not going to leave this room until you’ve cleaned up the mess you made.  

He exhales sharply and continues, “you know that case was supposed to be for both of us, you can’t take this on by yourself.”

You cross your arms, sitting up in your chair and holding his stare, “confrontation isn’t going to stop me from getting promoted, Attorney Lee.” 

“Our client specifically requested two attorneys,” he retorts, his voice on the brink of shouting, “we’re supposed to work on this together. Did you forget what that means? Is that why you kissed up to the higher-ups behind my back and took over the whole damn case?” 

“I work better alone,” you sigh, starting to flip through a case file and trying to display your lack of interest in a problem that you have no intention of solving. “By the way, you really ought to resolve your anger issues. It would do you some good to get a grip on your emotions before I become your boss.” 

He didn’t think it was even possible to hate you more than he did before today, but once again, you’ve proved him wrong. You becoming his direct superior would mean getting dragged through the circles of hell and being robbed of everything he’s worked for. You’d make him more miserable than he is now, you’d work him to the bone and never let him live his life outside of the office, and you’d drive him out of the firm before he could die at his desk. 

No, he won’t have it. He won’t let you make him give up on everything he’s sacrificed too much for. Even if it means being here all night, he’ll take you down a peg one way or another. 

He straightens his posture, brooding over you and preparing to hit you where it hurts, “who are you to tell me to solve issues that I don’t have when you can’t even resolve your own?”

You narrow your eyes in annoyance and mild confusion, about to ask him what he’s referring to but he doesn’t let you speak.

He uncrosses his arms, takes a step towards your desk, and presses his weight through his hands on the mahogany surface as he leans down to face you. “You carry yourself as if you’re this strong, independent woman while you’re at work,” he seethes, “but I know that this isn’t who you are.

“I’ve known you for long enough. You’re an open book. Sure, you get shit done around here, but when you’re all alone, frustrated and left to your own devices, I think- no, I know- that you can’t get off on your own.” 

You try to maintain your stoicism, but the twitch of your eye gives you away, and Sangyeon smirks in amusement, mildly triumphant at the fact that he struck a nerve. He rounds your desk, his smirk still plastered on his face as he stalks towards you, but you make no move to back away. 

“I remember how you were back in law school- so bloody uptight, taking things way too seriously and always refusing to let anyone work with you… it also seems as if you never had anyone to help you unwind from all that stress…” he leans down, placing his hands on the armrests of your chair and effectively trapping you beneath him. “It’s been years now, but you’re still devoting your time to the office and the courtroom, because you still haven’t learned a thing.” 

He raises a hand to grasp your chin, tilting your head up to face him and you gasp quietly at the boldness of his actions. “You’re too proud to ask for help. But guess what, sweetheart, you can’t do everything on your own. Face it, sweetheart. You need me.”

“Shut the f-” 

You have your hand drawn back, ready to the stupid smirk off his face, but Sangyeon’s faster. He catches your wrist, yanks you up, and pushes you towards your desk, shoving you down by your shoulder and pinning your wrist behind your back. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, sweetheart.” 

You struggle in his hold, putting up a fight even though he’s much stronger than you, and Sangyeon laughs at your attempts. Part of you wants to surrender to him completely, to learn what it would feel like to be plunged into pure ecstasy and finally getting the release that’s always been beyond your reach, but you’re too blinded by pride and ambition to do so. 

“I’m giving you the opportunity to beg for my help, sweetheart. Go on. Beg me to help you get off.” 

He trails the fingertips of his spare hand over the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake and delighting in the way you shiver. 

“Sangyeon-” you strain, trying to reach for his hand and push him away, but he merely laughs at you. 

“Getting shy now? There’s nobody around…”

He grabs fistfuls of your pencil skirt, shoving the fabric up around your waist and he tries to suppress a groan when he gets a look of your drenched underwear. He hooks a finger through them, pulling them to the side and fully exposing your dripping cunt, and he feels himself growing hard at the sight. No matter how stubborn you try to be, your body cannot lie. 

“Beg. Beg while I’m still nice enough to even think about touching you like this.”

“Please,” you whisper, but it’s not good enough for him. Far from enough. He pinches the flesh of your ass and you whimper at the sting. “Beg properly,” he demands, “I know you’re not one to half-ass things.”

“P-please… please just do something, anything- oh my god!”

A loud whine is forced from your lips as he sinks a finger into you, reaching deeper and deeper until it’s buried to the knuckle. He keeps it pressed inside of you for a while, relishing in your quiet whimpers before withdrawing it and returning it to your tight cavern along with a second finger, and he chuckles darkly when you cry out at the stretch. 

Sangyeon teases you with shallow pumps of his fingers, occasionally stroking his thumb over your swollen clit and taking in the way your hips jolt each time he does. 

You’ve never felt like this before. Too busy to build your love life or find someone to use for a night, you’ve always resorted to trying to chase your climax all by yourself. You’ve lost count of the number of times you went to bed exhausted and frustrated because your own fingers couldn’t bring you the satisfaction you craved so desperately. You have repeatedly tried to convince yourself that pleasure is a luxury that you don’t need in your life, but with the way your rival’s fingers are rubbing against your walls so sinfully, there’s no way you could ever live without it. 

“Poor thing,” he coos, his voice laced with feigned sympathy, “poor baby must have been suffocating without anyone to give her relief, hm?”

“Mhm,” you huff, moaning loudly when he begins to pump his fingers faster and deeper inside of you. 

As your thighs quiver and moans continue to spill from your parted lips, Sangyeon is hyper-focussed on the way your glistening cunt squeezes his fingers so tightly. He wonders how long you’ve been able to function without a proper fuck, he wonders if you’ll feel even tighter around his cock, and he wonders if he’ll be able to fuck an apology out of you and get you to set things straight. 

“Admit it,” he snaps, pumping his fingers into you with more vigour and pressing his thumb onto your clit, “admit that you need me.”

“N- ngh! N-need you… need you so bad…” 

Without warning, he pulls his fingers from you completely and you whine in protest. You’re about to get up from your position and try to order him to finish what he started, but the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down has you freezing in your tracks. 

A strong hand presses into your lower back, pinning your front to your desk again, and before you can process what’s happening, your entrance is breached by the thick, flushed head of Sangyeon’s cock. 

Your jaw goes slack, letting the loudest moan reverberate through your office as he inches into you. You claw and grip at the edge of your desk, and Sangyeon is trying his hardest not to release inside of you right there and then. He was right about his assumptions, but nothing could have prepared him for just how suffocating your cunt is. He hisses as your walls flutter around him, your cunt moulding itself to every single ridge and vein. Determined, he pushes through the resistance, allowing himself to let out a groan of pleasure. 

Held in place with his hands on your hips, you feel Sangyeon push into you as if there’s any room left for him to move, and with each inch you take, your thirst for absolute power and control slips from your mind. 

Just as you’re adjusting to the first few inches of his length, he surges forward with a grunt, sheathing the rest of his cock inside of you in one swift movement, hips slapping against your ass, and you jerk forward with a shriek. 

His fingernails dig crescents into the flesh of your hips as his thrusts build momentum, overwhelming you with the sudden onslaught of pleasure rather than graciously letting you adjust to his size.  

“Fuck- Sangyeon!” you cry out. 

Debauched moans and cries are knocked from you from the impact of his thrusts, spurring Sangyeon to go faster, harder, and deeper. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are now, and on some level you hate that you have given in to your need for an orgasm so easily- to your rival, no less- but right now, you’re too fucked out to give shit. 

 “So close… ‘m so close, Sangyeon…” you murmur. 

He accelerates the pace of his hips, speeding you towards your high, and he sets your mind and body ablaze with excitement and a desperate need to be flung over the edge and sent into euphoria. Sangyeon’s groans and grunts get louder, more hoarse, and you’re convinced that he’s just as lost in pleasure as you are. You’re chasing your climax, it’s so close you can almost grasp it, and as the fire spreads in your belly, you think you can grab Sangyeon by the hand and get him to meet you at your peak, but in your haze of lust, you forget that with the way you’ve treated him over the past few years, your rival has no reason to be kind or forgiving. 

He pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you gaping and empty while he makes a mess all over your cunt and inner thighs with ropes of white. 

“Wait- No!” you sob, scrambling to pull him back and have him fill you up again, but he steps out of your reach, leaving you to slump helplessly against your desk. 

“You love taking everything away from me, but know this, sweetheart- I can take everything away from you just as easily.”

It’s at this moment that you learn that Sangyeon might be just as cruel as you are, and you curse at him in your mind for leaving you dishevelled, wrecked and limp on the surface of your desk. Tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and you grieve that the knot that’s been unravelling within you has dissolved into nothingness. 

“You’ll get your release when you get off that fucking high horse of yours and tell the higher-ups that you made a mistake and you want me back on the case.”

He zips his slacks back up, buckling his belt and smoothing a hand over his hair while he glances at your trembling figure. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back again and hovering his lips over your ear.  “I look forward to working closely with you.”

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Play With Me | Octoberfest Day 10

➺ Pairing - senior!Hyunjae x f!reader

➺ Drink - Negroni with a hint of amaretto (acquaintance x breeding)

➺ Summary - Lee Hyunjae was known to be the campus heartthrob and is literally the perfect guy to ever exist. Little did you know that he was hiding something behind that lovable smile of his that you have grown to love and admire.

➺ Word Count - 1,366

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), frat parties yayzers, cursing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, rough sex, petnames (sweetheart, princess), blowjob, cum tasting, hair pulling, Hyunjae is lowkey a little sadist here (don't read if triggering!!)

➺ Author’s note - dedicating this one to the number one mirae @daisyvisions 💗 happiest birthday daisy i'll never forget the day how i went from being one of your biggest fan / reader to mutuals like it's still so bizarre to me and look at us being besties now huhu 🥺 (here's to more chaos & funsies yay!!) ngl yall i struggled a bit with this prompt bcs idk if i executed the scenario well so pls bear with me 😭

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You were having second-hand thoughts about agreeing to even step out of your apartment for the night.

The semester had just ended, and your roommates convinced you that it would be best to let loose for the night and attend a frat party hosted by the seniors for the night. As if it wasn’t horrible enough that you weren’t too much of a social butterfly, but hanging out with the guys that were one year ahead of you didn’t sound too comfortable for your liking. 

However, your roommates had opinions that contradicted yours—saying that older guys are much better than the ones you have in your classes. They seem to be a lot more mature and are aware of their actions most of the time—often avoiding things that would paint them as immature and get them into trouble. 

Reluctantly, you had no choice but to agree as your roommates literally dragged you out of your room and down the block. Immediately, your eyes landed on the scene before you—a house packed with students drinking to their hearts' content and partying like it was nobody’s business.

Slowly, you had to squirm your way into the actual party to get yourself a drink. After all, you were thirsty, and hanging out by the drink station seemed safer than navigating through the house. Just as you expected, your roommates immediately blended into the crowd and were nowhere to be seen. But you couldn’t blame them—they were pretty active on the campus party scene.

Just as you were browsing through the selection of alcohol to satisfy your thirst, you suddenly felt a warm breath on your neck as you turned around abruptly and ready to give whoever it was a lecture. 

“Fucking hell! Did your mother never teach you how not to be a creep!?”

Immediately, you started to regret screaming at the top of your lungs when you realised who it was that had gotten your attention. It was Lee Hyunjae—one of the campus heartthrobs that everyone swoons over. 

You have always admired his good looks, just like everyone else, but seeing him up close in person immediately gave you butterflies in your stomach—making you think about how this person could be real. 

If it weren’t for one of your roommates who just happened to be part of the student council with Hyunjae, you would’ve never got to know who he was. Sure, you have only spared glances and said a few greetings because you would come to pick up your roommate whenever she had to stay a little longer on campus, but that was pretty much it. 

That was why you were taken aback when Hyunjae said your name for the first time with his sweet voice. “Y/N, right? Never expected to see you here.”

“Well umm, Savannah dragged me here. I didn’t have a choice,” you bluntly replied.

“Definitely can see her doing that,” he chuckled before he started going through the liquors on the table and pouring different liquids into a glass as he handed it to you. “Care for a drink?” 

You hesitated for a bit, but the male reassured you that he had no ill intentions while making it. Slowly, you took in a sip and closed your eyes tightly as the alcohol slowly flowed down your throat. It has been a while since you have had something this strong down your system.

“W-What is this?” 

“A good-old Homely Smoke cocktail, definitely fitting for a girl like you,” he winks. 

As much as that flirtatious wink of his made you feel a little uncomfortable, you had to admit that you were glad that he made you something sweet instead of a bitter one because you were not ready to puke in front of everyone for the night. 

“Damn, is there anything you can’t do? An alcohol connoisseur and part of the student council? A rather deadly combo if you ask me,” you teased before taking another big sip of your drink.

Suddenly, Hyunjae hesitated for a moment before he closed his distance between you both, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Actually, that’s not all that I’m good at.” 

“Oh yeah? Show me what else you are capable of, then.”

“I’m not sure if you can take it, sweetheart.” 

You were provoked, and you weren’t going down without a fight. You slowly pushed him up so that you were staring right back at him, responding to his challenge with a smirk.

“Try me.” 

Maybe you should’ve been more careful with your words, and provoking the senior himself wasn’t the brightest idea in your books. Because now you find yourself lying on one of the beds in one of the empty bedrooms in the house with your legs placed over Hyunjae’s shoulder as he thrusts his cock within you. 

The senior wasted no time crashing his alcohol-filled lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly as he swiftly moved you to one of the nearest bedrooms from the pantry and threw you straight onto the bed. He wasted no time in lifting your skirt and unbuckled his pants before rubbing his tip against your clit for a few moments before pushing his entire length in. 

It seemed that he wanted to get to the bottom of this real quick, to the point that he didn’t care if he was sweating through the tight black tank top that he was wearing—he needed to fuck you right now. 

“You said you can take me, didn’t you?” He panted as he made that remark against you, enjoying the look that was plastered across your face as you whimpered underneath him.

“H-Hyunjae…I’m sorry…”

“An apology, huh? Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can continue to hold it longer for me,” he growled as he pinned both of your hands above your head before lowering his body slightly to thrust deeper within you.

His cock slowly and roughly reached certain places within you that you never knew existed, eventually hitting your g-spot, making you yelp in agony. 

“Hyunjae! I can’t!” You screamed as you balled your hands into fists, trying your best to break apart from his grip, but to no avail. 

“Come on, princess. I’m just getting started,” he mocks before picking his pace up. “Tell me, how badly do you want me?”

“Hnngh…d-don’t stop…p-please…keep going…” you begged as you felt tears slowly dripping down from the side of your eyes down your cheeks. 

Oh, how badly Hyunjae loved that sight of you. 

“You want me? You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum to the point that it oozes out and drips down your thighs?”

“Y-Yes…please…I need it…”

“Louder, princess.”

“Y-YES!! CUM INSIDE HYUNJAE!!” 

With those last words, his grip on your wrists and legs tightened to the point you felt his nails digging into your skin as he made his few final thrusts before you both eventually came together. You were feeling a good amount of liquid dripping down your thighs as you came down from your high. 

But before you could even process the thought that you had just fucked your senior right here and then, Hyunjae immediately pulled you up and shoved his cock into your mouth—forcing you to clean up every single drip of his cum with your tongue.

“You said you can take me, princess. It’s your job to finish every last drop of what you made me do to you.”

Hyunjae grabbed your hair and pushed you in deeper each second, not giving you any room to take a breather. He made sure you swallowed everything before finally pulling you apart to lean down and give you a little kiss.

Just when you thought it’d all be over, he suddenly flips you around and makes you get down on all fours onto the bed before he adjusts his cock once again on your clit. Before he decided to continue with his little games, he moved forward to whisper again in your ears—making your eyes widen before giving you the biggest challenge you’ve experienced just yet. 

“You know, the sudden thought of seeing little miniature versions of us both running around our future apartment doesn’t sound so bad after all.” 

[snowflakewhispers]

Praying on your downfall | Octoberfest Day 9

Pairing: Enemy! Chanhee (New) x fem! reader

Drink: Margarita with a side of white rum (Enemies/body worship)

Synopsis: You tell people that you hate Choi Chanhee with every fibre of your being, but they don’t have to know that your conscience isn’t as clear as you say it is, nor do they have to know what goes on behind the doors of his bedroom. 

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, possible religious elements (possibly blasphemous- do not read if triggering), allusions to unprotected sex, body worship (m! receiving), mild bondage, reader has a bit of an oral fixation, power struggle, manhandling, hair-pulling, pet names (darling)

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“I think I like you a lot better like this, darling.”

Chanhee scoffs from his seat on the edge of his bed, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he lords over you. He’s got you completely bare for him, on your knees, your wrists bound together in front of you with one of his silk ties while you bore your angry eyes into his. You curse his name, wish him the worst, but time and again you end up in his sheets, continuing to tell him how much you hate each other though your actions say otherwise. 

As foul as you like to think Chanhee is, you can’t deny that everything about him is beautiful. Everything. From his siren-like eyes, the perfect, unblemished skin of his neck and chest, all the way down to the length between his thighs that gets you weaker than anything else. He’s the epitome of perfection, and you despise him for it. It’s insane, really, the kind of impact someone’s body can have on you. You’d kneel for it, beg for it, even set your hatred for the man aside just so you could have him inside of you one way or another. It’s the one thing that brings you ecstasy that you’ve never known before, but unfortunately, it seems that Chanhee’s the only one who can give it to you. 

He parts his legs a little further, almost laughing as he watches the way your eyes are drawn to the space in between. “How much do you want it, darling?”

You’d never tell him- partly for the sake of clinging to your last sliver of pride, and largely because he already knows just how much you need him. 

He reaches for you, tugging you from your position on the floor and pulling you onto him before you can trip over your own feet. He has you straddling his lap and you hate how easily you comply, but it’s only natural when the two of you have established a routine of going at each other’s necks with unadulterated lust. Smooth palms slide over the skin of your thighs before resting on your waist, pinching your flesh while he commands you to look him in the eye. 

“I asked you a question,” he drawls. 

You press your lips together, refusing to utter a word while his gaze pierces through you. You know what he wants, and perhaps adhering to his instructions might make it easier for you to get what you want as well, but you refuse to live in a world where Chanhee always gets his way. Afterall, it isn’t wrong to refuse to confess how desperately you need him for your release, right?

“Don’t wanna use your words? That’s fine, if you’re not gonna talk then we’ll put your mouth to better use.” 

He leans against his headboard, pulling you by the tie around your wrists, forcing you to inch shuffle your knees against the sheets till you’re in between his parted legs. Impatient, reach forward with your tied hands, but before you can even tug at the zipper of his slacks, he lunges forward, wrapping a hand around your throat and giving the sides a light squeeze. 

“Work for it,” he commands. 

Cursing under your breath, you shift closer, trying to ignore the way his eyes burn into your skin as you lean forward and press your lips against his perfect skin, and the sensation elicits a sigh of content from the man you’re straddling. 

Burgundy blemishes bloom beneath your lips, and you gradually fall into a lust-filled haze, acting on autopilot and starting to mark him up just the way he likes. 

He loves when you praise his body with your lips. To him, it’s amusing how easily you abandon your principles to become his personal little slut. He could tell everyone that the hatred you have for him is unfounded and expose just how much of a hypocrite you are, but watching you debase yourself to make him feel good in hopes that you’ll get something in return is humiliating enough for him to decide that he would be too cruel if he did.

“Lower.” 

You do as he says, too focused on keeping him satisfied until he’s deemed that you’ve done enough for him, your hatred for the man getting pushed to the back of your mind for the moment. The marks you leave on his skin expand from the territory of his neck and collarbones, you begin to suck and sink your teeth lightly into his skin, and Chanhee’s gaze darkens. 

He loves the irony of it all. He gets hard at how you mark him up as yours every single time he leads you into his bedroom although he’s the last person you should ever want to be with. He thinks that perhaps your desperation to get off is far greater than how much you detest him, and a smug smirk tugs at the corners of his lips at the thought. 

You’re burning your lips into the skin of his stomach when Chanhee deems that he needs a little more from you. His eyes flicker down to your wrists and how your skin has reddened from struggling against the tie that’s been tied a little too tight, and he pouts in feigned sympathy. 

“I think I’ll get this off you,” he mutters, reaching forward and grabbing hold of your wrists, “wanna feel your touch properly now.”

He undoes the knot around your wrists, and without hesitation your hands begin to roam freely across the expanse of his torso, 

“Tell me… what do you love about me?”

You don’t answer him, instead choosing to kiss and suck harder onto his skin while clawing into his thighs. 

“What’s your favourite part, princess?” he asks again, but much to his disappointment, you merely mumble in response and it’s nowhere near good enough for him.

He grabs your chin, glaring at you so intensely that it’s enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Speak up, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” 

Impatience gets the best of him, snapping at you before he can allow you to reply, “I’m giving you the chance to admit it when nobody’s around, darling. Go on. Confess.”

“Y-your cock…” you admit with a slight tremble in your voice, and Chanhee chuckles as you finally relent. 

He lifts you off his lap for a moment, holding your gaze as he trails a hand over his stomach to the zipper of his slacks. He toys with it, holding in a snicker as he watches you tremble in anticipation. Your breath hitches at the sound of the zip being undone, and you let your eyes flit down, warmth pooling between your thighs when you watch him release his cock from the confines of his pants. 

Even in the most vulgar places, he’s pretty. His length is flushed pink at the tip, slim but long enough to pierce through your soul, and you can’t wait to have it inside of in any way that he wants. 

It’s all yours, princess,” he coos, “open wide.”

Mouth watering, you swallow in excitement, getting a good look at the flushed head of his cock before you envelop it between swollen lips. 

Chanhee says nothing while he watches you get drunk off his cock. Aside from the sensations, there’s something about the way you fervently hollow your cheeks around him and lave your tongue flat against the vein on the underside of his cock, like you’d starve without him. Perhaps it’s the hypocrisy that gets to him, maybe it’s not. Regardless, he delights in it. Relishes it. Gets off on it. 

His moans get breathier and his chest begins to heave faster, spurring you to keep up with your ministrations on his length. 

Though you never want to waste your thoughts on him, you can’t help but wonder if Chanhee has ever needed you as desperately as you needed him, and the thought has you realising how stupid it is that you’re not in control despite the position you’re in. how is it that he’s the one getting immersed in pleasure unguarded yet you’re the one who’s still in the clutches of his control?

 You long to tip the scales, you crave his submission, and you hope that the next time you find yourself in this room your wrists will be free to do whatever you want to the man who will be at your mercy. 

You think you have him right where you want him, doubling your efforts and hollowing your cheeks, working to get those quiet rasps to bleed into desperate, uncontrollable whines. 

You’re so close- you see it in the way his lips fall open, how his chest heaves, and you can almost taste it- just a few more moments and you’ll have him falling apart completely, and soon enough, he’ll be the one getting on his knees for you. Begging for you. 

Your movements get more intense, and Chanhee suddenly gets the feeling that his control is being syphoned away.   

“D-darling… wait- oh fuck!”

He curses loudly when you relax your throat to take him to the hilt, bobbing your head up and down faster and refusing to let up, and his head falls back against the headboard when you swallow around him. 

You can see it already- tear-filled siren eyes staring up into yours while he kneels at your feet, pleading for your touch and declaring that he’ll do anything to earn it from you. The image is so clear in your mind, you’re running towards it, but before you can try to shove him over the edge and have him hanging by your thread, slender fingers thread through your hair and yank you upwards, causing a pained gasp to leave your lips and your heart to sink in defeat.

“What do you think you’re doing, darling? He asks, tightening his grip on your roots. 

“You think you can overpower me that easily? Oh you foolish little thing…” he tuts, and you let out a quiet whimper as you mourn the loss of the control that you never had. 

Chanhee doesn’t really care that he just ruined his impending orgasm. He can’t afford to fall into a position of submission and vulnerability. Those shoes are yours to fill. 

He cranes his neck forward, letting you feel his breath on your neck before nipping at the skin. 

“But, since it seems that you want me to kneel for you so badly, I guess I will. But know this- it doesn’t matter if I’m on my knees, I’m above you in every single way.”

You begin to wriggle in his hold, and you try to grab hold of his length again in hopes of weakening him and continuing your struggle for control, but Chanhee is always one step ahead. He shoves you down, letting you fall unceremoniously onto the mattress and yanks you to the edge before standing between your spread legs. 

He leans over you, pinning you down by your wrists before you can think about fighting him off, and he hovers his lips over your ear. “Let me refresh your memory of how things are supposed to be whenever you step into this room,” he whispers, searing his lips into the skin under your ear and delighting in your gasps. 

He pulls away from your ear, starting to burn marks of his own into your skin between whispers of reminders, trailing lower and lower.   

“You’ll never see me cry.”

Kiss.

“You’ll never hear me beg.”

Kiss. 

“And you’ll never have control over me the way I do over you.”

Kiss. 

He’s face-to-face with your cunt now, spreading your thighs further apart with his hands and laughing lowly at how it glistens with your essence, and he makes a mental note to be rough with you more often. You’re frozen, mind blanking when you try to think of ways you can turn things around, and your head falls back onto the mattress helplessly when you come to terms with the fact that you’ll be stuck praying for him to give you relief for as long as you’re desperate for his touch. 

“I must confess, darling,” he lilts, “I love when you worship me with those lips of yours… but I love it even more when I can get you to sing my praises.” 

He tightens his grip on your thighs, his fingernails pressing crescents into your skin 

“If you want me to worship you so desperately, this is the only way you’re gonna get it whether you like it or not,” he seethes. “Go on, darling, atone for your sin.”

Whatever ounce of strength and spite you had is drained from you the moment his lips make contact with your centre, and you cling to the sheets for dear life, and Chanhee’s bedroom begins to echo with mantras of his name. 

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In your dreams, baby. | Octoberfest Day 8

Pairing: Soulmate! Sunwoo x fem! reader

Drink: Whiskey sour with a side of Kahlúa (Soulmates/Masturbation)

Synopsis: the stress of your hectic life keeps you up at night sometimes, but never for too long. All you have to do is close your eyes, breathe in, and a boy with stars in his eyes will guide your tired soul to rest. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), masturbation (m and f), profanities, no established power dynamics, praise (f! receiving), pet names (baby, good girl, etc.) 

Network: @deoboyznet

A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. I honestly have no idea how soulmate AUs work but to whoever reads this, I hope this takes your fancy. Also, shoutout to the brilliant @daisyvisions for beta reading!

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It’s been hours since your head hit the pillow, yet you can’t seem to drift off as easily as you’d like to. Whether it’s the ever-present stress and anxiety of your work or simply having too many miscellaneous thoughts on your mind, you can’t really care about either of them right now. You just can’t stand the fact that your own worries are getting in the way of having well-deserved, uninterrupted sleep. Even thinking of ways to knock yourself out is keeping you up. 

While you blink at the ceiling, you’re suddenly reminded of how you’ve gotten yourself to sleep through the night on countless other occasions, at least with the help of another. It’s probably the stress that’s pushed him to the back of your mind, and you mentally beat yourself up for forgetting. 

You let your eyelids flutter shut again, let your lungs fill with air, and rather than being met with darkness, you’re greeted with the sight of a familiar face. 

A vision of a man lying in a bed across from yours appears as soon as you close your eyelids. Wide, sparkling eyes stare into yours while his pillowy lips curl into a smirk, thick eyebrows raising teasingly. 

“Hey, you,” he winks. 

Whether he’s real or simply a figment of your imagination, there’s no other person who brings you comfort like he does. Whether you’re in need of anything from emotional to more physical matters, he’s there for it all, and you’re always more than happy to return the favour. You might be going mad, but that’s something you’d like to keep between the two of you. 

“Hey Sunwoo,” you sigh. 

“What’s up?” he asks, sitting up from his headboard and propping a hand beneath his chin, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Had so much trouble falling asleep,” you mumble.

“Same here,” he replies. Maybe he’s genuinely exhausted but he hardly lets it show, only giving himself away with the slight rasp in his voice. 

“Hate when this happens,” you groan, and Sunwoo nods in understanding. 

“I might have a solution,” he quips, and you quirk your eyebrow in intrigue, gesturing for him to continue even though you already have an idea of what he’s about to suggest.

“We could get off together.” 

“Dude-” 

“-Oh come on,” he laughs, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before, and you know very well that my methods are tried and tested.” 

“Touché,” you giggle before letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “but I think I only have a few hours until I have to get up.” 

Sunwoo’s smile never falls from his face, giving you comfort and reassurance despite the glint of mischief in his eyes. “We’ll make it quick, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” 

Holding his stare, your dominant hand slides beneath the duvet and into your sleep shorts, and you can’t help but laugh when he lets out a whine in protest. 

“Don’t tease me- let me see!” 

“So demanding…” you remark, but you humour him anyway, lifting the covers off your lap before starting to pull your shorts and underwear off. You know he’s watching you, you can feel his gaze burn into your skin, and when you’ve pulled your clothes to your knees, you halt your movements. 

“Pants off, Sunwoo. It’s only fair.” 

He doesn’t hide how eager he is, throwing his sheets off himself with haste and pulling his sweats down just low enough to get his length out. You stifle a laugh at his excitement and mild clumsiness, proceeding to pull your shorts all the way past your ankles before tossing them aside. 

You lean against your headboard, and Sunwoo curses under his breath when you part your legs and put your glistening folds on display for him. He hardens at the sight, proceeding to wrap a hand around his girth, but he doesn’t move- he won’t let himself until you’ve started on yourself. 

“Go on, baby,” he breathes, “make yourself feel good.” 

As soon as you snake your hand down to your core, Sunwoo gives his girth and experimental pump, his breath hitching at the sight of your fingertips ghosting over your folds. He’s unable to look away from the way you circle your index finger around your bud for a moment before dipping it shallowly into your core. Biting his lip, he focuses all of his attention on you, almost too scared to blink in case he missed the sinful contortions of your facial features. 

A soft gasp leaves from your parted lips, and Sunwoo is only dying to hear more from you. He tightens his grip on himself, sliding his fist over his cock and thumbing himself at the tip. 

“More baby,” he rasps, “let me hear you.” 

With that, you press your middle and ring fingers to your clit, moving them in slow, circular motions, and you let your eyes roll back beneath your eyelids while your mouth falls open in a drawn-out moan. 

You hear a groan rumble from Sunwoo’s throat, and if anything, it only spurs you on, gradually increasing the pressure of your fingertips on your clit. As the circles on your fleshy pearl get tighter, your breathing gets shallower, more rapid, and your moans and whimpers get louder and higher in pitch. 

Sunwoo’s sanity slips further out of his reach as he watches you drown yourself in pleasure. He intensifies his motions on his cock, pumping faster, thumbing harder, and spewing curses from his pillowy lips amidst his praises for you. 

“God- sound so sweet… keep going for me baby… such a good girl…” 

You relish in his praise, taking it up a notch when you slide a finger into yourself, withdrawing it and following it with a second finger. 

“Oh my god,” Sunwoo gasps, halting the strokes on his cock momentarily in case he got too close too quickly, “go on and curl them for me, sweet girl.”

You pander to him without hesitation, curling both fingers inside of yourself and letting out a loud whine at the sensation. While Sunwoo’s eyes are burning into your skin, you keep your own shut, trying your best to concentrate on letting the tight knot in your abdomen unravel. Shutting out everything else, you focus on everything that spills from Sunwoo’s lips, surrendering yourself and letting him guide you to your high. 

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages. 

Driving your fingers into yourself faster, you claw into the pillows with your spare hand, biting your lip as you try to chase your release, but you’re not getting closer. It’s not enough. You deduce that closing off your sense of sight is only slowing you down, and in a fit of desperation, you decide that you need to see him. 

Your eyelids flit open, and you find that Sunwoo is still staring at you. His eyes sear right into yours, intense and darkened with desire. You realise that he’s taken his shirt off now, and the light sheen of sweat that coats his collarbones and pectorals makes your mouth water. Right now, Sunwoo is the embodiment of lust- strands of his hair are matted to his forehead, his eyebrows are scrunched in pleasure and concentration, and he shamelessly allows deep grunts and moans to emit from his throat- all while he keeps his gaze on you.  

He wonders how soft you feel, how sweet you taste, and if the moans you let out sound more beautiful in person. He desperately wishes that he could just reach for you, feel the warmth of your skin and have you shiver from his touch, but he’ll just have to settle for admiring you from afar. For now. 

“Fuck… it should be me… I should be the one touching you like that…” 

A whimper rips from you as you fathom how much pleasure he could bring you if he could just get his hands on you. Suddenly, you find yourself closer to your high than ever. You’re on the precipice of bliss, mere inches away from it, and you can taste it on your tongue. You’re about to gather your willpower to hold off on your orgasm and coax Sunwoo to catch up, but luckily for you, you’re on the same wavelength. 

“Please tell me you’re close,” he rasps, the movements of his hand getting faster by the second. 

“S-so close,” you whimper, tears beginning to spill from the corners of your eyes, “so fucking close-” 

“I’m right there with you baby,” he gasps, “come with me… come for me… now!” 

Simultaneous euphoric explosions tear through the both of you, loud moans echoing in each other’s ears while your eyes scrunch shut to cope with the overwhelming pleasure. Sunwoo lets his head fall back as he gasps for air, abs tensing in the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he berates himself silently for not being able to watch you writhe and cry out as you fell over the edge. 

Your back meets the mattress after falling from its arch, and you whimper quietly as you slowly withdraw your fingers from your cunt. 

“Fuck,” you curse, your chest heaving as you come down from your high, and wiping your tears away with the back of your hand, “didn’t realise how much I needed that.”

Sunwoo chuckles lazily, briefly considering teasing you for questioning his methods for falling into deep sleep, but he holds back. He’ll save that for the next time he sees you. 

“I wonder if you’re real,” you want to say, but the words never leave your mouth. 

“Sleepy now?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“I guess my work here is done,” he declares, and you laugh tiredly. With your eyelids threatening to fall with exhaustion, you feel like your mind is playing tricks on you, because for the briefest of moments, you think Sunwoo’s stare is filled with something far more intense than friendly affection. But it can’t be. You don’t even know if he actually exists. 

“You can sleep now, baby,” he coos, and you reply with a hum. 

“Same time tomorrow night?” he asks, soaking in the sight of your cute pout and the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks. 

You giggle softly, winking at him before you answer him. 

“In your dreams, baby.”

With one last laugh and a glimpse of his iconic smirk, Sunwoo fades from your vision, and darkness consumes your mind before you can think about battling your fatigue to keep him around for a little longer. Soon enough, you awake to rays of the sun filtering through your curtains. Though it’s only been a few hours since you’ve knocked out, you feel well-rested and de-stressed, trying to ignore the fact that you’re yearning for someone who you may have simply conjured in your mind. 

But little do you know, not too far from where you are, there’s a starry-eyed boy rising from his slumber with a smile tugging at the corners of his pillowy lips, filled with hope that in the near future, he’ll finally get to meet the girl of his dreams.

[midnightfantasiez]

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[momhwa-agenda]

Start of time | Octoberfest Day 7

Pairing - best friend!Younghoon x fem!reader

Drink - Piña Colada with a shot of tequila (aka Friends with benefits & Mirror sex)

Summary - You know how the saying goes. What are friends for if not matching your freak? But when emotions run deep and pleasure becomes more than just a pastime, will Younghoon be the one who proves that sometimes, your best friend really does know you best?

Word Count - 3.8K

Warnings - SMUT (18+ minors DNI!!!), some angst, drunk kissing, sneaking around, Younghoon wears glasses here (yeah that’s a warning), mirror sex, oral (m! and f! receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, petnames (“baby”), they’re cute idiots in love, it gets really soft along the way.

Author’s note - I overindulged 🤭 and if you picked up on that here’s a ⭐ for you, beloved hahadksd. The title is indeed from Gabrielle Aplin's song Start of Time, and other than it making me feel fluttery (with Younghoon in mind), it just fit with how the relationship here evolves into something more. Also uhhh yeah reader briefly dates Byeon Wooseok in this fic. Yes, him. Please guys, this is just a fic and it’s not an accurate portrayal of the persons mentioned in this.

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“Okay, break time,” Younghoon grins, tossing his glasses and pencil onto the table with an exaggerated sigh, stretching his arms overhead as if he'd just finished an impossible marathon. You giggle as you make a break for his room, throwing yourself onto his bed.

The soft thud of the mattress beneath you is soon followed by his weight pressing down, Younghoon laughing as he pounces, settling between your legs. His smile is boyish, mischievous, and your heart skips a beat when his hands cage you in. His breath fans your neck as he leans down, peppering it with light kisses, playful at first, then more lingering.

“Come on, you’ve only got until one o’clock,” you tease, glancing at your phone before your grip tightens on his broad shoulders. “Make the most out of it.”

His eyes darken with intent, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as his fingers swiftly find the waistband of your sweatpants. There’s no hesitation as he pulls them down in one fluid motion, leaving you bare beneath him.

He leaves a trail of soft, teasing kisses along your inner thigh before his mouth finds your core. His warm breath against you makes you tremble, and a soft gasp escapes your lips as his lips brush over clit. “I intend to,” he murmurs against your skin.

It was months ago, but you remember it as though it was yesterday. The night that changed everything.

You two attended an engagement party together. After some time, Younghoon noticed you weren’t enjoying yourself anymore, so he pulled you away from the crowded room with that charming grin, dragging you out to the garden where the cool night air enveloped you. Both of you were a little tipsy on piña coladas, and everything felt funny.

“This party’s lame,” he joked, the alcohol making his voice a little slurred. You giggled, leaning against one of the wooden posts, the twinkling stars decorating the night sky. You tried your best to enjoy the gathering even just for the lucky couple, but halfway your social battery ran out. So to cope, you ordered something strong. 

“You know what would make this night better?” Younghoon had said, a twinkle in his eye. “If we made out.” He sounded like he was joking, but when you turned to him, his face just inches away from yours, the air between you had shifted.

His smirk faded slightly as you stared into his eyes, and then, with a slight bite to your lower lip, you replied, “Well, what are you waiting for?” The words came out sultry, your own confidence surprising you, fueled by the buzz of alcohol and curiosity.

The kiss that followed wasn’t what you expected. It was electrifying. At first you both leaned in, it was like testing the waters with just a feather light kiss. But when in those short seconds, he crashed his lips against yours, hungry for another taste, while his hands cupped your face with a possessive kind of tenderness. It wasn’t a joke anymore, the heat between you was undeniable. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of alcohol and something purely Younghoon.

“You taste like tequila,” you giggled after pulling back to catch your breath.

“Tequila?” He smiles, his fingers tracing your jaw. “How would you know that?"

“I don’t know…guess I have a superhuman tongue,” you snicker.

“Huh. I didn’t get a taste of that let me try again” He pulls you back in for another kiss, but this one is messier. His tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and tasting with newfound intensity.

Things quickly escalated after that kiss. The next morning, both you and Younghoon tried to brush it off, blaming the alcohol and the romantic atmosphere of the engagement party. Only to resolve it with a kiss that proceeded to become a messy makeout session at your apartment. When you untangled yourselves from each other in your bed, it became clear that the sexual tension between you was undeniable. From that point on, the two of you agreed to stay friends—with the added bonus of becoming “fuck buddies.”

At first, it was meant to be casual, something to pass the time, and satisfy both your sexual itches, but it soon turned into something far more addicting.

So addictive, in fact, that even in the middle of family gatherings or hangouts with friends, you’d exchange heated glances, your touches lingering just a bit too long under the table. Once, when you wore a sleeveless top, Younghoon tried to keep his composure, but the brush of your arm against his sent a surge of desire through him. He sighed, a futile attempt to control the growing arousal simmering beneath his calm exterior.

Then came the stolen moments—quickies behind closed doors while your relatives were just rooms away.

“Are you serious?” His eyes were wide with shock, though excitement flickered just beneath the surface.

“I'm really horny right now, and they haven’t left the house in hours,” you whispered, your lips grazing his ear, your words sending a shiver down his spine. “So we have to be quick.”

His mouth quirked into that familiar smirk. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem for you.”

You narrowed your eyes, heat pooling between you. “I’m about to suck you off, Younghoon, so watch your tone.” The teasing edge in your voice made him groan, anticipation flooding the space between you. Your tongue dragged slowly from the base of his length to the tip, savoring the moment, savoring him.

You debated with yourself several times why you kind of felt attached to Younghoon, because ever since this became an official thing, the prospect of seeing other people bored you. What was the point of putting yourself out there and meeting someone new, even for just a casual hookup, when you had your best friend taking care of those needs?

It gnawed at you, that creeping sense of attachment. Younghoon had unintentionally ruined other men for you. He was goofy, sweet, and maddeningly attractive. He knew your body, knew how to make you feel good without any of the pressure or awkwardness that usually accompanied hookups. When things didn’t go as planned—whether it was a mishap in position or one of you finishing too soon—you just laughed it off, teasing each other, finding your rhythm again.

Even your little bickering sessions had a playful edge, a tension that only made things sexier.

And then, there was his body. You couldn't deny it—Younghoon was unbelievably hot. Just looking at his fingers, his chest, and his thighs, you often felt this animalistic need to make him crumble. Make him feel good the same way he did with you. Every casual encounter had stripped away your inhibitions, pulling out parts of you that you never showed anyone else. Things you were too nervous to share with other men because, unlike Younghoon, they might not have understood. They wouldn’t have accepted you like he did.

But then, months later everything changed. You met someone new—Wooseok. And as promised, once either of you began dating someone else, the arrangement between you and Younghoon had to come to an end.

You and Younghoon were still friends, of course, but there was a lingering tension, an emptiness that neither of you could ignore. He told himself it wasn’t that serious, and your friendship came first, which meant putting your happiness first. But he couldn’t shake how much he missed you. He tried to fill the void you’d left behind—reliving the memories of you, the way you looked with his length in your mouth, the way you rode him, the sounds you made—but no matter how vivid the images in his mind, it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t even finish, the hollow sensation of your absence overwhelming him.

Months passed. You were away with Wooseok, accompanying him on a modeling shoot, while Younghoon tried to focus on work. He kept busy, but everything felt dull without you.

Just as he clocked out one evening, his phone buzzed. Your name lit up the screen, and his heart leapt at the thought of hearing your voice again. But the moment he answered, his heart dropped upon hearing the tremble in your tone.

“Younghoon, I need help…c-can you please come over? Please?” Your voice was shaky, fragile, and it stirred something deep inside him.

Younghoon didn’t hesitate. Following the address you gave him, he rushed to the hotel, his heart racing with worry. The second you opened the door, your face crumpled, and you collapsed into his arms, your tears soaking into his shirt as he held you tightly. His arms wrapped around you, grounding you as your sobs shook your body.

Younghoon shut the door behind him, his voice tense with concern. “Where’s Wooseok? Did he do something to you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze as you struggled to find the words. “No…he didn’t do anything. And that’s the problem.” Your voice cracked, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you wiped at the tears.

Younghoon pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows knitting in confusion. “What do you mean? He just left you?”

You nodded, wiping at your tear-streaked face, but it felt useless. The pain of rejection was written all over your expression. “He broke up with me. We were gonna…I prepared something for him, and then he…” With each word your heart feels heavy, recounting what happened. “He said I have a problem.”

“No, no, stop—” Younghoon’s hands were gentle as he cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You shook your head, pulling away slightly. “But it’s the way he looked at me, Younghoon…he made me feel like I was disgusting, like I was wrong for wanting him like that.”

Younghoon’s jaw clenched, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his warmth. “That asshole.” His voice was low, full of restrained anger. “He could’ve handled that so much better. You’re not disgusting, Y/N. You’re exciting, funny, beautiful…everything anyone could ever want.”

“You’re just saying that, Hoon. I’m a sex addict, I get it.”

“No, listen to me,” Younghoon's voice softened, but there was a quiet desperation beneath it, as though he couldn’t bear for you to believe that. “You deserve better. Maybe he wasn’t ready for you, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.” He took your face in his hands, his gaze piercing through your shame. “You deserve someone who sees how incredible you are...someone who can love you for everything you are. He couldn’t handle that, and that’s his loss.”

He hesitates for a moment, his breath catching as he tries to say more. “You deserve love, Y/N... the kind that never makes you feel ashamed of what you need.” His words lingered, the unspoken promise hanging in the air, thick with meaning.

The weight of his reassurance washed over you, like a balm soothing the ache deep inside your chest. For the first time that night, you could breathe again, but your heart pounded with something else now—a realization creeping in. Younghoon’s words, his warmth, his unwavering presence... it all crashed over you, the truth that had been building for so long finally breaking through.

Without thinking, you kissed him, desperately pressing your lips to his, trying to convey the words that wouldn’t come out: I don’t trust anyone else. Only you got me. The kiss was raw, intense, as if you were trying to pour all your unsaid feelings into it.

“Hoon…” you whisper against his lips, yearning for him to make the pain go away.

“Shh,” he places a finger against your lips before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to say it. I’ll take care of you.”

The world outside faded as Younghoon carried you to the bed. There was no urgency in his movements, no sense of rush. His touch was gentle as he laid you down and brushed the hair from your face. His fingers grazed your skin as he undressed you, slowly, reverently, as though every inch of you was sacred to him.

He kissed you softly, then deeply, pouring everything into that kiss—his comfort, his care, his love. You knew it wasn’t about filling the void Wooseok had left. It was about something more. Something that had been there all along, quietly building between you and Younghoon. Fuck, you just realized how much you missed him.

Younghoon pauses, his gaze drifting upward as he takes in the room's setup, finally noticing the mirrors on the ceiling. 

“Huh,” he smiles a little as he returns to brush a soft kiss against your lips.

“What?” you ask, frowning slightly at the look on his face. 

“Nothing it’s just" he plays with your hair “Just remembering how you once mentioned wanting to try mirror sex. Looks like tonight’s your chance to make it memorable.” His tone is playful but loving.

You pull him back to your lips, tugging at his clothes, your hips pressing up against him, in need of his touch. For that same electric feeling only Younghoon knew how to give you. He chuckles softly, amused by how eager you are.

“Let’s slow down,” he whispered against your lips “All this time, we’ve been rushing into it…I just want to pace myself with you.”

You blink up at him, your breath hitching at the tenderness in his eyes. “Going slow sounds good.” 

The intensity in his stare sends a shiver down your spine, making your breath hitch just before his lips find yours again. He trails soft, lingering kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, and lower, until his mouth meets your breasts. His lips move slowly, savoring each kiss as though he’s drawing out every bit of your pleasure, setting your nerves alight. 

His hands slide over your waist, his touch both gentle and possessive. As his teeth graze your inner thigh, a gasp escapes your lips, and his eyes lock with yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” His voice is a low, reverent rumble, full of awe, as if he’s seeing you like this for the first time. Now that you’re watching him you realize how different this feels. How it’s always rushed when you two fuck. 

As he runs his tongue between your folds, you whimper. The way he was hitting that sweet spot of yours, but teasingly just so he could prolong your pleasure. You start to feel like you might cry from how good it felt. The fact that it’s been a long time since you felt Younghoon eat you out sounded like a crime. As if it was illegal that you two have been kept apart this long.

“Younghoon…please” you moan “I want…” 

He hums against your skin, his lips brushing your clit, sucking your juices. His gaze then flicks up to meet yours as he murmurs, “Tell me what you want, baby.” 

“I want to ride you. Now,” you breathe out, your words filled with longing.

He shifts, moving you so you’re both lying on your sides facing each other, his body pressed against yours. His length slides teasingly up and down against your soaked core, and both of you moan at the contact. Younghoon grips your hips, the tension in his body palpable as he rubs against you, his restraint only heightening the anticipation.

“You don’t know how much I missed you,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck, his lips finding your skin as he presses soft, desperate kisses there. 

Slowly, he enters you, his movements measured, deliberate. His eyes flicker to the mirror, where the reflections of your bodies entwined are an intoxicating sight. “I want you to see what I see,” he groans in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “See how perfect you are…see how we fit together.”

Your body responds instinctively, arching into him, the pleasure building with each deep, steady thrust. You look at your reflection, entranced by the way Younghoon moves, his body a picture of strength and control. It clicks for you—how he always fucked you with purpose, giving you his all. Now you see him in his element, in a way that feels raw and intimate. And my god, he looked fucking amazing.

The mirror reflects your ecstasy, amplifying the sight of his body pressed against yours, his movements becoming just a bit faster, hitting that spot that makes your breath hitch and his name fall from your lips.

“Fuck…how could he not want you” he growls, his voice low and full of disbelief as his thrusts slow, becoming sloppier. “He doesn’t know how special you are. How sensual you are.” His words are a mix of frustration and admiration, his eyes clouded with longing.

You wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulders. With a pull, you bring him above you, your body shifting so he can take you from a new angle—one that gives you the perfect view of his back as he moves, filling you completely.

“I know you more than he does. I can-fuck…” he growls in your ear, his breath ragged as he increases his pace. “I can love you better.”

His words are enough to pull you to the edge until your body trembles, the orgasm hitting you so hard you cry out into his chest. In the haze of your high, you tug at his hair, kissing his neck, collarbone, and chest, every inch of his skin you can reach, showing that you love him.

Younghoon’s hands trail gently down your back, his touch lingering as he shifts you into a new position with you on top of him. His gaze is intense, his voice husky as he tells you, “Use me all you want, Y/N. Let go of everything with me.”

You bite your lip as you slide his cock back inside you. The sensation sends a shiver through your body. The moment he fills you again, you throw your head back, pleasure rippling through you as your hands steady themselves on his strong thighs. His fingers trace the curve of your breast before gently teasing your nipple, his touch sending sparks of desire down your spine.

You glance at the mirror again, and despite the lingering aftershocks of your last high, the sight of the two of you—intertwined, bodies moving in perfect sync—ignites something deeper inside you.

“There…look at yourself,” Younghoon moans, his voice breathless as his hands grip your hips, guiding your movements. “See how gorgeous you are.” His words send a rush of heat through you, amplifying your arousal.

It’s intoxicating to watch yourself ride him. The way your body moves, the raw passion reflected in the mirror, showing how free and unguarded you are with him. Here, with Younghoon, you can be yourself completely, and it’s perfect. The way he watches you, his dark eyes full of desire and admiration, only drives you further.

“S-shit…Y/N, I’m close,” Younghoon groans, his voice strained, his hands gripping tighter. His muscles tense beneath you, and you can feel him struggling to hold back.

You meet his gaze, a smirk tugging at your lips as you begin to move faster, bouncing faster on his length, determined to push him to the edge. But as your pace quickens, you feel yourself tightening around him, your body responding to the rising pleasure, the intensity building once more.

“Then come with me,” you moan, your voice breathless, full of need.

The look in your eyes, the sight of your sweat-slicked skin, the way you’re driving yourself toward release with him inside you—it’s all too much. **Younghoon’s control snaps. The tension that had been building in his body breaks, and with a guttural moan, he spills himself inside you, the sensation triggering your own release. The room fills with both your moans, your bodies trembling together as you ride out the waves of your shared climax.

You feel almost drunk with the intensity of it all, the pleasure lingering as you continue to move together, riding out every last bit of your release. Finally, with your body spent and your breathing heavy, you collapse onto his chest, both of you lost in the afterglow.

The two of you lie in the aftermath, your head resting on his chest, the soft thrum of his heartbeat lulling you into a state of peace. His hand lazily traces patterns along your waist, while your fingers absentmindedly play with the strands of his hair.

The silence is warm, comforting, but you feel a shift in the air. This time feels different—it’s not just about the sex. It’s the way he’s looking at you, with something deeper than lust.

“I…I don’t think I’m forgetting that anytime soon,” you finally say, breaking the silence. His chest rumbles with a soft laugh as he kisses your forehead.

“I’m glad to hear my performance was more than you expected,” he teases, the humor in his voice making you smile, but there’s a softness behind it—like he’s been waiting for this moment, for something more than just the physical.

You prop yourself up, resting on your forearms against his chest, your eyes meeting his. The words are on the tip of your tongue, a confession you’ve been too scared to say, but you can’t hold back anymore.

“You always have.” You bite your lip, trying to play it off lightly, but your voice betrays you. “What if this could be a permanent thing, Younghoon. I like being with you…and I hope we can keep seeing each other. More than just friends.”

Younghoon’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. He pulls you into a tender kiss, slow and full of emotion, and when he pulls back, there’s a radiant smile on his face. He’s overjoyed, eyes shining with a happiness he can’t hide.

“Took us long enough," he murmurs, his voice soft, full of warmth. You can feel the love in every word, in the way he’s looking at you as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life.

He presses another kiss to your lips before saying, “Mark your calendar, Y/N, 'cause I’m taking you out on a proper date. No sneaking around, no quickies…just you and me.”

You chuckle softly, relaxing into his embrace, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted.

“We better not be having piña coladas again,” you tease, recalling the beginning of this whole arrangement with a smile.

Younghoon grins down at you, his eyes twinkling with fondness. “Well that wouldn’t be so bad. But we’re going back to the beginning” he says, his voice tender, full of meaning. “Before that night. Before we complicated things. A new start, just you and me.”

[midnightfantasiez]

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[daisyvisions]

Thick as Thieves | Octoberfest Day 6

➺ Pairing - childhood bff!Kevin x fem! reader

➺ Drink - Mojito with a shot of gin (aka childhood friend!au x voyeurism)

➺ Summary - How far are you willing to go to help your friend, especially if he’s been your friend since childhood?

➺ Word Count - 1.7K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), fuckboy!Kevin, voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, face riding, hair pulling, dry humping, pussy!drunk Kevin, one-sided love (if you squint), some breast groping, let me know if I missed anything.

➺ Author’s note - Did not proofread this after writing so forgive me if it seems all over the place but I tried my best to make it make sense hahaha hope you enjoy!

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Knock knock knock.

You sigh to yourself as you hear the sound coming from your front door. You were just about to plop down on your bed, wrap yourself in your cozy blanket, and call it a day by watching your favorite TV show.

You pause for a moment, waiting to see if you were just hearing things, but your guess was wrong when the sound of knocking was heard once more. And it wasn't just any normal knock. It was a special knock with a certain rhythm to it. Once you heard the special beat, you already knew who was behind the door.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he decided to stop by your apartment when he should be getting ready for his "big" date tonight. As soon as you open the front door, you're greeted by a waft of his signature cologne. The cologne that makes you grow weak in the knees (you didn't need to tell him that) but more importantly, a very panic-stricken Kevin as he tries to catch his breath.

To some, the sight of your college's resident fuckboy right at your doorstep would make them faint on the spot, but to you, he's just Kevin, your best friend since you were kids.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?"

"It's an emergency, I need your help—"

"Oh, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, can I come in?" He pushes past you as if he owns the place.

You don't take offense at his current demeanor but rather it makes you worried even more. You've never seen Kevin like this before, wondering what kind of emergency he's talking about. By the time you close the door and turn around to face him, he's already pacing around the small foyer of your apartment.

"Kev, what's going on—"

"Before you have any violent reactions to what I'm about to ask, I need you to hear me out for a sec." He pauses, lets out a deep sigh, his eyes struggling to meet yours as a blush starts creeping onto his cheeks.

"I need you to show me how you touch yourself," he mumbles as he watches your reaction.

"I'm sorry— Can you run that by me again?" You look at him as if he had grown another head on his shoulder.

"Show me how you touch yourself."

"Now it sounds even more ridiculous the second time," you snickered.

"I'm in a dry spell. All my past hookups have been saying I suck at foreplay and word is starting to spread and I really cannot fuck up my date tonight."

Kevin steps closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he looks you straight in the eyes.

"Look, I know it's weird—"

"It is fucking weird, Kevin! We're best friends!" Your eyes widen at him.

"And that's exactly why I'm asking you!" He matches your tone. "Just this once, can you do me this one solid? And we never have to speak about it again. I— I just want this date to go well…" His voice turns into a murmur.

By how his shoulders start to slump, you could already tell how badly this is affecting him. You want to help him out, you really do! But the thought of how this might affect your friendship weighs on you.

"Nevermind, I'm sorry I asked you—" Kevin's hands drop from your shoulders, a dark cloud suddenly casting over him as he walks past you to the front door. You feel your moral compass being pulled left and right. He's done so much for you over the years and not once has he asked for a favor in return. And it's just a simple favor, right? What's the worst that can happen?

"Wait—" You sigh to yourself, quickly turning around before you change your mind. Kevin turns back around to face you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"I'll do it. But just this once, okay?"

"Kevin, can you please back up a bit? Don't make this weirder than it already is."

"Oh sorry—" Kevin scoots backwards, giving you the space to lie back against your pillows. As you get settled and are about to pull down your shorts, his surprised tone halts your movements.

"Woah, woah, wait—"

"What?"

"You're not going to keep them on?" He asks worriedly as his doubts slowly start to sink in.

"What do you— Kevin, how the hell am I supposed to show you if my shorts are on?" You say as a matter of fact.

"Right, right— sorry. Continue—" He shakes his head.

You proceed to hook your fingers to the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips as you pull the article of clothing down before tossing them to the side of your bed. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before you slowly open your legs, exposing yourself to him.

Watching you slowly reveal your exposed bottom half stirred something within Kevin's stomach. It was like looking at porn for the first time in his life. He couldn't believe how mesmerizing you looked in this moment. Suddenly, his cock twitches beneath his jeans as you stick two fingers in your mouth, lubricating your digits before you begin.

"I'm not gonna talk, just watch, okay?" You quickly look at him before you close your eyes, trying not to think about him as you manually get yourself off.

You start slowly caressing your folds, dragging the pads of your fingers around the sensitive skin as you tease yourself into this. Your breath hitches at the featherlight touch, imagining it was someone else's fingers teasing you down there. You do this for a moment before inserting your fingers between your folds, running them up and down until they catch onto your pretty little pearl.

Your eyes scrunch at the sensation as you start to move your fingers in a circular motion. Your legs slowly ease apart as your other hand slips under your shirt to grope your own breast. Kevin could feel his throat drying up, especially with how your small whimpers of pleasure slip out of your mouth. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to swallow those moans with his own lips.

For a moment, you forgot he was even there, too caught up in the moment as you enjoy yourself until you open your eyes and gasp, both because of suddenly seeing Kevin kneeling before you but also because you started hitting a good spot as you inserted your fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, Kev— you're so hard," you moan out. The sight of his erection desperately pressing against the zipper of his jeans, the outline of his manhood giving you a surge of confidence as you pump your fingers inside you faster.

"Hm? Oh—" Kevin looks down at his pants as your statement shakes him from his trance. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," you smile at him. "It's kinda hot, actually—" You cut yourself off as you curl your fingers.

"Holy shit…" Kevin mumbles, intensely watching you finger yourself. He doesn't notice his body leaning forward, slowly lowering himself onto his stomach to get closer to your glistening folds. He licks his lips, itching to know what you taste like on his tongue as he gets a faint whiff of your essence.

There was something about Kevin being at eye level with your cunt that sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy. You've heard of the stories before, but you never thought in this life you'd see the sight before you and now you're thirsting for more of it.

You pull your fingers out, whining as the pads of your fingers play with your clit once more. You go faster, desperately wanting to reach your high.

"Please…" Kevin whimpers.

"Hm?" You slightly prop your head up to look at him.

"Please— need to taste you." He begs as his eyes start to droop from the sexual atmosphere. You nod your head without thinking, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Thank fucking god—" Kevin lunges forward like a madman. His arms pulling your ankles aggressively towards himself as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he locks them in place. He dives in and licks one fat stripe between your folds, making you scream his name as your hands fly to his head, gripping his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's his lifeline.

Your head starts to spin the more his mouth moves against your heat. You don't know what the fuck these girls were talking about. Kevin's a natural at this! To be honest, he might even be the best pussy eater you've been with and you're not just saying that because he's your best friend.

You start to mindlessly grind your hips onto his face, trying to desperately reach your high. You feel the mattress rocking slowly beneath you as Kevin ruts into the mattress, seeking his own high as well in the process. Your fingers tighten, pulling his hair as you feel yourself slowly falling off the edge. Kevin groans into your cunt, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him thrust his hips into the mattress faster.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close. Kevin, please—" You whine as he moans against your folds. The way you say his name switches something inside his brain, making him suddenly insert two fingers inside you, curling and pumping them in and out like there's no tomorrow.

You ride his face into the sunset until you finally see stars, your hips twitching as you fall over the edge. Your thighs involuntarily start closing together, squeezing Kevin's head in the process. Kevin lets out a loud grunt, suddenly stilling his movements as he buries his face further into your sex.

You let out a dreamy sigh afterwards. In all your years being sexually active, this was by far the hardest you've come. You prop your head again to check in on Kevin, whose face is still down between your legs.

"…Kevin? Are you okay down there?" You try not to laugh at the current situation. His head pops up, looking at you with dazed eyes. He lazily smiles at you, looking as if he had reached an all-time high.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that…"

[midnightfantasiez]

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[momhwa-agenda]

Office playground | Octoberfest Day 5

Pairing - co-worker!Haknyeon x fem!reader

Drink - Mule with a hint of triple sec (aka Co-workers & Clothed Sex)

Summary - Who said coffee breaks with your work friend couldn't be exciting?

Word Count - 930

Warnings - SMUT (Minors 18+ DNI!!!), sneaking around, semi public sex, heavy kissing, dry humping, thigh riding, masturbation (m! receiving), hickeys, biting, petnames ("babe"), Haknyeon and Y/N are dancing around each other with this romantic office fling

Author’s note - It's how I thought I had it all figured out last month only to do a major edit help. Really fumbled with the title for this one. I don't care if this version I went with might sound a little too cliché, point still stands that Haknyeon deserves more fics. I hope Ally and Gab appreciate me despite how short this is ashdsd.

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“This isn’t right,” he murmured against your lips, though his hands said otherwise, moving with a purpose, gripping your waist and pulling you closer.

“I know…” you managed between kisses, your breath hitching as his fingers trailed up to grope your breasts. “But…When has that ever stopped us?”

In the quiet of the lounge room, your back against the wall as Haknyeon pressing into you, his lips crashing into yours in a flurry of pent-up desire. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but gasp as his hands explored your body, fingers skimming over your curves, desperate to feel every inch of you.

His mouth found your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your knees weak. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, and you arched into him, craving more, always more. Haknyeon groaned, his breath ragged as he pressed harder into you, the tension between you threatening to snap.

“Fuck,” you moaned when you felt his lips brushing against your ear, “This is better than the dream I had last night.”

You felt him pause for a moment, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “A dream?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “What happened in this dream of yours?”

You blushed, looking down for a second before meeting his gaze. “I might have dreamed you were under my desk, eating me out during work,” you confessed with a sly smile, your fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. “It felt so real I woke up shaking.”

Haknyeon let out a shaky breath, his eyes darkened with lust as your words sank in. “Damn,” he breathed, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “That sounds so hot, babe. Maybe next time we can make that a reality.” His lips returned to your neck, leaving heated kisses, his voice dripping with need. “Besides, I could easily make you come undone…even with your clothes still on.”

A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you pulled back slightly, challenging him. “Oh really? I’d like to see you come undone with just your clothes on.”

Haknyeon’s expression shifted, his teasing smile replaced with something more intense. “You don’t think I can?” he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through you. Without warning, he pushed his knee between your legs, his hands guiding your hips down onto his thigh.

A sharp gasp escaped you, your body reacting instantly to the pressure. The friction was delicious, and you bit your lip hard, trying to suppress a moan as he flexed his thigh beneath you, making you grind against him. The danger of being caught only heightened the thrill, and you clung to his shoulders, desperate to keep control.

“You have no idea…” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “What effect you have on me.”

Your lips met again, the kiss messy, heated, full of raw need. Every movement, every touch, every kiss was driving you closer to the edge, your mind clouded with nothing but the need to feel him, to release all the tension building between you. You could feel his own restraint slipping as his erection pressed against your thigh, his desire just as palpable, his breath hot against your skin.

Your fingers dug into his shirt, desperate to hold on as your movements became more frantic. The friction, the heat, it was all too much, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink of release. Haknyeon’s hand slid up to your neck, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “Want to…make you feel so…good.”

You gasped, your body trembling as you whispered back, “Not without you…” One of your hands slipped down between his legs, finding his throbbing bulge beneath his slacks, rubbing him to match the rhythm of your hips against his thigh. He groaned, his body shuddering as you both chased that sweet release.

It was fast, desperate, the need to finish before your break ended driving you both to the edge. You bit down on his shirt, muffling your cries as you felt the tension snap, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came. Haknyeon wasn’t far behind, his body tensing before he groaned into your ear, his release spilling over as he clung to you.

For a moment, everything was still with the sound of your ragged breathing filling the room, as the two of you clung to each other as you came down from your high. You rested your head against his chest, your breath fanning his neck as you placed a quick kiss on his skin.

Slowly, you both pulled away, straightening your clothes and trying to look like you hadn’t just fucked each other in the office lounge. Haknyeon helped you fix your hair, his fingers brushing against your neck as he gathered your hair to hide the mark he’d left. You raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“You really suck for doing that, you know,” you teased him playfully.

“I told you,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I can’t help myself around you.”

With one last look, you both grabbed your coffees, a shared smile passing between you. As you headed back toward the office, you couldn’t help but throw him a final, cheeky remark.

“Well,” you said, your voice light, “at least now I’ve got a new excuse for being late to that meeting.”

Haknyeon chuckled, leaning in close enough to murmur in your ear, “Maybe next time we should just take that coffee break in my car.”

[midnightfantasiez]

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[midnightfantasiez]

Pineapple Slice | Octoberfest Day 4

➺ Pairing - one-night stand!Changmin x fem!reader

➺ Drink - Mimosa with a shot of vodka (aka one-night stand!au x public sex)

➺ Summary - All you wanted was to just drink the night away and forget about all of your problems, but what if someone offers you something much better than alcohol? Would you be able to reject the offer?

➺ Word Count - 1,881

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), cursing, alcohol consumption, reader is pretty much drunk, messy makeouts, petnames (sweetheart, baby), dirty talk, hickeys, blowjob, cum tasting, public sex (which is also kinda rough-ish), unprotected p in v, hair pulling, reader digs her nails into Changmin's back 🫣

➺ Author’s note - hehe it's my turn for my contribution to our octoberfest collab!! surprise surprise this is written for my lovely @sungbeam / @beamtori happiest birthday 妹 i love you to the moon and back 😚❤️ this is also inspired by baekhyun's song so i highly suggest listening to it while reading this 🤭 (also hi hello @kyaroscuro 😙)

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The sounds of the blaring music coming out from the speakers of the club were now beginning to annoy the fuck out of you instead of making you go high a couple of hours prior.

It has been a pretty rough week at work, and you needed a change of environment after being glued to your computer screen from 8 a.m. to 6 a.m. throughout the week. So you figured it wouldn’t hurt to visit a newly opened club just a few blocks from your apartment. 

Seoul was a bustling city, after all, so it’s without a doubt that the nightlife here is pretty wild and can last till sunrise the next day. It wasn’t something you were particularly fond of at the beginning since you grew up by the beach, but you figured that you had to accept it if you wanted to survive in the big city. 

Naturally, the club slowly became a place of comfort for you every once in a while after your co-workers introduced you to the party scene. You used to be terrified of even entering such places, but over time, you have loosened up and enjoyed the feeling of getting high once in a while—especially after a hectic week at work. 

Instead of calling your regulars up for company, you challenged yourself by going to the club alone. As much as you love your friends, there are also times when you rather enjoy your little alone time by yourself and take in everything that has happened throughout the week.

So off you went as you grabbed one of your jackets hanging by the doorstep, and you quickly made your way into the club by showing your ID. It was one of the largest ones you’ve been to, and it would’ve been a lie to say that you were slightly overwhelmed being in such places all alone.

Thinking of the best solution to calm your nerves, you head straight for the bar—order a cup of mimosa with a splash of vodka and almost chugging it down with a single gulp. Once the alcohol hit your systems, you knew that there was no turning back before you started ordering a couple more drinks to last throughout the night. 

Before you finally came to your senses, the bartender had to step in to stop you in your tracks—worrying that the amount of alcohol in your system would eventually bring out the opposite effect that you were planning to have. Frustrated, you snatched the bottle of vodka in his hand before slamming down a massive chunk of dollar bills onto the counter before you decided that it was good to get some fresh air at this point. 

Eventually, you didn’t end up too far from the club, where you spotted a dimly lit alleyway where you could lean back against the wall and drink to your heart's content. You couldn’t care less if people were passing by and were giving you looks—you just needed some time alone. 

Right before you were about to hit the halfway mark of drinking the vodka, a hand suddenly extended out from the side and grabbed your wrist—the figure slowly moving up close to you so that the one sole light source in the alleyway shone upon their faces, revealing a seemingly rather tall and good looking man. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think it’s wise for you to finish that entire bottle like that. You’re going to have a horrible hangover after this,” he spoke firmly, his hand now wrapping over the bottle to try to take it away from your hands.

“Who are you, and why do you care? Leave me the hell alone! I can do whatever I want~” You slurred, slowly getting all worked up as the alcohol was taking control of your consciousness. 

But it seemed as if the man wasn’t going to give up easily, and he yanked the bottle away from your hands and placed it far up above his head, causing you to jump up and down, trying to reach for your liquor. 

“Stop it! Give it back to me!” You argued as you continued jumping before you realised that you accidentally stepped on the male’s shoe before falling straight into his embrace—his other free hand now wrapping around your waist. 

Your legs immediately go numb when you whiff the perfume he is wearing—a hint of vanilla with a mix of peony, which also happens to be one of your favourites. Unbeknownst to you, you slowly buried your face in the crook of his neck, your heavy breathing hitting the surface of his skin. 

The male was slightly taken aback by that sight, but he finally reassured you by caressing your hair a little bit before trying to pull you away so that he could talk to you face to face. “Let me escort you home, hmm? You’re better at crashing straight down onto the bed in your current state.” 

However, you refused to budge. “No~ I still can drink! I wanna drink!” 

The male shook his head for a while, seemingly trying to come up with something that could help distract you for a bit before he felt something on his pants. 

Or rather, his dick. 

The moment he looked down, your hands were slowly caressing his bulge as you looked at him full of lust. It was definitely the alcohol that made you feel this way, not to mention that invigorating scent of his that just made you want to have him. 

In the blink of an eye, you dove right in and crash your lips against his, moving your tongue around messily. The moment you felt his lips against yours, you knew you would not return home anytime soon. There was this pineapple scent on his lips—possibly from the liquor he had before crashing into you, or it was some sort of flavoured lip balm he had put on for the night.

Either way, it made you crave more, and you began to move your lips around messily before the male overpowered you by refuting back the same action. 

“Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart.” 

Without warning, he immediately pushed you to the walls of the alleyway before kissing you feverishly. He quickly pulled your collar down to expose that little part of your skin before he moved down to lick your sensitive spot. The moans slowly filled the alleyway and eventually the quiet night, and you did the same by unzipping his pants to dive your hands into his pants to feel him raw. 

“You like what you feel, baby? Do you wanna taste it?” The male smirked in between his kisses.

“Y-Yes, p-please I want it so bad, umm-”

“Ji Changmin, but just call me Changmin will do sweetheart,” he huffed before taking in a deep breath to continue unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your bra. 

As the tension in the air grew, you immediately bent down to pull out his full length before shoving it all into your throat. It hurt a little when you felt his cock tugging at the back of your throat, but the taste of it was what kept you going. 

His precum that was oozing out slightly from his tip tasted exactly like pineapples, just like the one on his lips that you had kissed earlier. And god, this was so much better than the vodka you were chugging down minutes ago. 

“It tastes good, doesn’t it? Much better than all of the alcohol you had consumed for the night, huh?” Changmin groaned as he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push your head deeper, making sure you wouldn’t put any of his liquids to waste.

“Mhm-mhm…” You responded to his comment as you tried to keep your mouth as wide open as you possibly could—god, you wished you could suck on this delicious cock all day long. 

With a few more jerks, you were beginning to feel more of his cum oozing out before you knew that he was close. So you decided to quicken the pace before he eventually gave in to release everything into your mouth, and you made sure to swallow every single drop of them before standing back up to wipe the excess off your lips. 

“God…you taste so sweet, Changmin…W-What’s your secret?” You asked while catching your breath.

“Would you like to find out?” He asked with a sly smile on his face before pinning you against the wall once more to lift one of your legs and pull your underwear aside to rub his dripping cock at your entrance. “Tell me how good I taste, baby. Give it to me one more time.” 

You rolled your eyes back the moment he pushed his whole length inside of you, tearing your tight walls apart. As he slowly quickened up the pace, you slammed one of your hands up against the wall as you wrapped your fingers around the concrete—the adrenaline rushing through your veins with the stimulation you were feeling with the alcohol and having sex with him at the same time.

“God! You’re so fucking good, Changmin!” You screamed as every push he made just made you crave more—the pain was now the least of your worries as you both went on for minutes. 

“You want it deeper? Do you think you can handle all of it?” He challenged with a smirk on his face.

“Y-Yes! Give it all to me!” 

“You like how sweet I taste, sweetheart?”

“Very! Ugh, harder. Harder! Changmin!” 

God, what a mess you’ve been for tonight. 

But this sight of you was a blessing to his eyes, and he was going to make sure you remember every inch of his cock and how it feels throughout your thick, sensitive walls. Most importantly, he was going to ensure that you were going to remember his taste forever.

“Hngh- I’m gonna cum, baby-” Changmin groans.

“Cum all of it for me, do it inside-” You pleaded as you placed your other hand onto his shoulders—your fingers digging deep into his skin. 

With a simple scoff that came out from his mouth, Changmin did a few more hard and deep thrusts before ejecting all of his warm, sweet liquid into you, having the excess ones drip down onto the floor as you both moaned out loud together at the same time. 

When you came down from your high, Changmin leaned in to give you a soft, gentle peck on the lips before he moved some strands of your hair that had fallen onto your face throughout that tremendous workout you both had. “So, do you still want your vodka, sweetheart?”

“Not anymore, now that I’ve tried something better,” you replied breathlessly as you rested one of your fingers on his chest, drawing circles to tease him for a bit. 

“Something tells me you want to stay, and you haven’t got enough of the sweet juices out of me, huh?” He chuckled. 

You simply just give him a teasing smile before you turn your back against him and bend down to rest against the walls as your hand reaches behind for his dripping cock to adjust it to your entrance once more.

“It’s all your fault that I got lost in your sweetness, Ji Changmin.” 

[momhwa-agenda]

Drive me crazy | Octoberfest Day 3

Pairing - boyfriend!Eric x fem!reader

Drink - Martini with a side of whiskey (aka Established relationship & Bondage)

Summary - Eric has always been the kind of boyfriend who loves to spoil you, indulging your desires without hesitation. Tonight, he proves once again that he knew exactly how to keep things exciting.

Word Count - 2.7K

Warnings - SMUT (Minors 18+ DNI!!!), use of restraints, orgasm denial, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, backshots, daddy kink, creampie, cockwarming, petnames (baby and darling)

Author’s note - Proofread this once help. My first entry for OctoberFest with friends! I had the pic of the bracelets on standby for 2 years and I finally get to use them for a fic hahasdks.

Taglist - @daisyvisions @midnightfantasiez @snowflakewhispers @kitschun @nyu-topia

⇀ OctoberFest Masterlist

Eric’s thoughts were anything but formal.

His gaze drifted more often than it should, not to the grand chandeliers or the sea of glamorous people—but to you. Specifically, the bracelets adorning your wrists. They seemed innocent enough to anyone else, but all that was missing was the chain linking them together.

He remembered the story behind them, the reason you’d been drawn to those delicate chains from Bijoux Indiscrets the first time you saw them. He could practically hear your teasing voice telling him: “They’re more than just accessories, babe.”

You moved closer to him, your arm brushing his. The sultry cut of your dress revealed just enough to send his mind racing, but it was those bracelets, softly jingling with your movements, that truly got under his skin tonight.

You felt his eyes on you, knowing full well you were the cause of his distraction. A coy smile tugged at your lips as you continued to mingle, pretending not to notice the way his fingers twitched, as if he were already imagining slipping them under the satin fabric of your gown.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice a low rumble. “We need to go.” The words were edged with desire, making your heart skip a beat.

You looked up at him, feigning innocence. “It’s too early to leave...” But the knowing glint in your eyes was pretty clear to Eric what game you were playing.

He didn’t answer. He simply took your hand and guided you toward the elevator. As the doors closed behind you both, the air between you became thick with tension. The moment you were alone, his restraint crumbled. Eric pressed you against the mirrored wall, his hands finding their way to your waist, your bracelets jingling as your arms circled his neck.

“Naughty girl, you did this on purpose,” he muttered against your lips, voice rough with want. “You know what those bracelets do to me.”

A soft laugh escaped you as you nipped playfully at his bottom lip. “I had no idea,” you teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “They matched the dress.”

He growled softly, gripping your neck in a way that was rough yet with a hint of gentleness. His teeth grazed your skin before he peppered hungry kisses along your sensitive flesh.

When the elevator dinged at your floor, he reluctantly pulled away, his breath ragged. But then he flashed that charming, devilish smile you adored. “I've got something to show you.”

He laced his fingers with yours, leading you down the hallway, until he stopped in front of your hotel suite. With a flourish, he unlocks the door, revealing your hotel suite, except the sight of which left you speechless. The room was now bathed in soft candlelight, rose petals scattered across the plush bed, and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice.

You turned to him, stunned. “Eric…”

He grinned, pulling you into his arms. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

Your heart swelled as you looked around the room, then back at him. “This is…” you break off, overwhelmed with emotion.

“You didn’t think I would forget did you?” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “How could I forget the best day of my life?”

Your eyes shimmered as you smiled up at him. He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to yours.

“Now I feel bad, my outfit is nothing compared to this” you murmured against his lips.

He laughed softly, you nervously fiddled with the collar of his silk shirt. “The outfit was amazing, sweetheart. But you’ll be needing something stronger than these,” he holds your wrists up touching the cool gold accessories.

Before you can say anything further, your boyfriend leads you towards the bed. A box sits waiting for you.

“Go on. Open it” Eric whispers in your ear.

As you unwrap the bow, you uncover a familiar choker that you came across online.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as you run your fingers over the cool metal. You take the choker out of the box, the chains that droop elegantly around the hoops send a ripple of arousal through you.

“You didn’t. This can’t be…” Your voice falters, filled with disbelief and excitement.

“There are bracelets to match” Eric just says behind you.

The words barely have time to settle before you turn, heart racing, and capture his lips in a kiss that is as desperate as it is tender. Your fingers cling to him, pulling him closer, the weight of the choker in your hand forgotten for a moment. His lips respond eagerly, meeting yours with the kind of hunger that says he's been waiting for this.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless. Your chest rises and falls, but it's his eyes that hold you in place, dark and intense, filled with something possessive and unrelenting.

Eric’s hand rises slowly, cradling your face with such tenderness that it sends a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the warmth of his touch. The weight of the choker, the symbolic gesture of ownership, and the thought of him using it on you makes your knees feel weak.

“Tell me….how do you want to start?”

“I want…” You know he was going to give you anything you desired yet there you were, pleading with your eyes “I want to wear them tonight.”

You remove your dress and the bracelets, leaving you bare, save for the lacy thong. Tugging on his shirt collar, you pull him down gently until he’s lying on top of you. His weight is warm and grounding against your body. Your hands rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers, matching your own racing pulse.

“Claim every part of me, Eric…Until I can’t think of anything else. I trust you.” You spread your arms on either side of the bed, inviting him to cuff your hands with the restraints attached to the bedpost.

His lips curved into a slow smile, but his eyes never left yours, searching, reading every emotion that flickered across your face. “Just tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I’ll stop the moment you want me to.”

You nodded, heart thudding in your chest, as he took the cuffs from the box. His fingers brush your wrist as he takes your hand, lifting it gently, his touch reverent as if he’s handling something fragile.

The soft clink of metal fills the quiet room as he fastens the first cuff around your wrist, the leather smooth and snug against your skin. The sensation is strange, unfamiliar, but it doesn’t frighten you. Instead, it makes your pulse quicken with a heady mix of trust and desire. You watch him as he moves with deliberate slowness, ensuring that the leather isn’t too tight, that you’re still comfortable.

With the first cuff in place, he stretches your arm carefully toward the bedpost, securing it there. You feel the tension in your body, not from discomfort, but from the raw vulnerability of it. Your breath hitches as he moves to the other wrist, repeating the process, his fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that contrasts with the tension in the room.

You then sit up a little as Eric gently lifts the choker, bringing it up to your throat. His hands are steady as he clasps it behind your neck, but you feel the tremor of his breath, betraying the desire simmering beneath his calm exterior.

The chains brush your skin, and you gasp softly, your body reacting to the subtle sensation. His fingers linger at your neck, tracing the line of the chain with a deliberate slowness that sends a wave of heat rolling through you, before he twirls the material around his finger.

“Does baby want to be choked?”

“Yes, please” you gasp. Eager to test the choker, Eric tugs on the chain, causing it to tighten around your neck. The sudden pressure catches you off guard, momentarily stealing your breath. Yet, a moan escapes your lips, surprising even you. Your reaction—both the sound and the look on your face—sends Eric's pulse racing. A wicked grin spreads across his face; he was going to relish having you at his mercy.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” he gets off the bed momentarily to strip down the rest of his clothes, without taking his eyes off of you. Once he pulls his briefs down, the delicious monster cock you love so much slaps against his abs. You gulp at how turned on he was.

He hasn’t even touched you but it was also the way his eyes roamed over the sight of you lying ready for him. God you looked beautiful and perfect to him.

“I want…very much, daddy. I need your cock in my mouth, please” You beg.

Eric crawls over you, until he was straddling you enough that he slowly rubbed his member over your stomach. He kisses your lips, fueled by the hunger that’s been building between you all night, as his hands roam down to grope your breast.

He breaks the kiss, cradling your face once more. You roll out your tongue, licking his palm mischievously. That was it for him to push himself into your mouth. Satisfied groans leave your mouth and his. With Eric, it was the feeling of being inside your warm mouth, while for you it was the need to taste every inch of him like a quiet ache that would never go away. You pride yourself in making Eric feel desired, you love every aspect of his body. You loved his dick so much, and you would give him everything regardless of what position he had you in.

Eric then began to thrust in you, testing your limits by pushing a little further. You didn’t let him down as you lifted your head, trying to take all of him, alternating from sucking him slow, to hard and fast. Eric’s head started to feel heavy, he gripped the headboard rails as he continued to push himself in and out of your mouth. The effect you had on him was slowly pushing him to the edge, but he didn’t want this to end so soon. He pulls out from your mouth and you whine.

“Sorry darling but it’s my turn. I want to taste you now” he leaves a quick kiss on your chest before flipping you over, so you were in an all fours position, with your ass up.

You didn’t realize how wet you’ve gotten the whole time, because once Eric rips your lace panties off of you and presses a soft kiss on your folds, you cry upon hearing the sounds of your soaked core mixed with Eric’s groans. From finally feeling touched from where you needed him most.

“Fuck, sucking me off turned you on this much, huh?” Eric mutters, and all you can do is moan as he goes back to licking and ravishing your sweet pussy. As if it wasn’t enough, Eric slaps your ass, the sting makes you arch your back. You were dripping with so much need that your knees threatened to buckle, but it felt so good that you just pushed your butt into the air. 

“More, daddy please” you whimper, gripping a fistful of the bedsheet.

He slaps your ass once more, it’s harder this time, earning another cry from you. Eric returns to licking your clit while shoving two fingers in your cunt incessantly, the squelching noises turning him on so hard. He needed you like this, he could make you come apart multiple times, but there was something he enjoyed about playing with your pussy so much before entering you.

Once he felt you tighten around his two digits, he knew you were close. He pulls his fingers out of you completely, sucking them as you whine again from the loss of contact.

“You think you’re ready for my cock now?” He asks.

“Y-yes!” you attempt in the daze he put you in. “I’m daddy’s good girl. I’m ready for anything daddy wants!”

With that he smirks, aligning his cock teasingly on your folds and he groans with how wet you are, it’s so much to coat him. Just as he wanted. You whine from the teasing and Eric spanks you to behave.

“Be patient, darling,” he warns.

He enters you with ease, you were soaking so much, honestly both of you could come here and now. Instead Eric holds his breath, pushing in and out of you slowly. He holds you by the waist, pulling you closer to him that your back is against his chest. His breath warm against your neck sends shivers all over you. Your eyes lock, and you can’t help but smile at the expression in his gaze, as he loosens the chain of the choker; adjusting its position so the string of chains is resting on the back of your neck.

“This just like what you imagined, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and rough. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to remind you of the strength he holds.

You nod at him “Everything and more.”

Eric presses a soft kiss on your forehead, before he presses one hand on your back for you to bend down for him again. He smooths his hand over your back before spanking you once more, all while snapping his cock back in, you could swear his balls slapped against your pussy.

His thrusts start to grow rough and animalistic. You’re practically burying your face into the soft mattress, which muffles your cries. If only you could see how you both looked right now, your mind would go haywire.

“Don’t muffle your sounds now, baby,” he leans, reaching down, sweeping your hair over your shoulder, exposing the nape of your neck. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

He pulls on the chain, causing you to arch your back. You felt your heart race, the intensity of the moment leaving you lightheaded with desire. Eric swears he’s heard your cries of pleasure so many times, it’s music to his ears. But the moan you let out just now was something else. It’s beautiful and sexy. All this from the choker clasping tight on your neck, mixed with the feeling of his steady thrusts in your pussy.

All this for him. It drove him so mad with desire his eyes rolled back as he continued rolling his hips, while holding on to the chain.

“Is this too much for my girl?” he grunted.

“No! It's perfect! P-please…don’t stop! Not until I’ve cum hard on your cock” you manage through strained breaths, the choker was squeezing your throat but it was just the right amount that added to your arousal.

Eric fucks his cock relentlessly into you until you’re screaming when your climax shatters you hard. You drop yourself on the mattress, gripping the sheets as Eric continues fucking you through it; your soaked cunt helping him chase his own release. You were so dazed from your climax yet the way he roughly pounded himself into you, your eyes widened as you began to feel a second climax threatening to snap.

You come a second time, and your cries meld with his in an erotic symphony, filling the room.

“Fuck…” his breath ragged, as he leans down pulling you to his embrace. Eric held you close, peppering soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder. His cock still inside you. You could feel the mix of your juices with his spilling a little on the bed, but it didn’t matter. You were high on cloud nine to even care.

“Baby, are you still with me?” he whispers in your ear, while caressing your stomach.

“Fuck me like that again, okay,” you whimpered. Eric chuckles in response. Of course you wanted more, you always did. Even though you were clearly out of strength and needed a break, you’d always ask for more.

“As long as you want, baby, as long as you want” he reassures you.

[midnightfantasiez]

day 3 of octoberfest is finally here!! check out elena's work & access our collab here!!

tagging @mosviqu it's finally here don't hate me pls 😙 (also hi hello @h0mebody-heaven 🫣)

taglist: @flwoie @mamuljji @synthwxve @j4edo @h0mebody-heaven (join my permanent taglist here!)

[daisyvisions]

Do I Wanna Know? | Octoberfest Day 2

➺ Pairing - best friend!Juyeon x fem! reader

➺ Drink - Old Fashioned with a hint of absinthe (aka best friend!au x high / drunk sex)

➺ Summary - They say you should always chase your dreams...But what if your dream is a person?

➺ Word Count - 0.9K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), wet dreams, unprotected sex, dub con (don't read if triggering), foreplay, fingering, dry humping, messy makeouts, begging, wet dreams, marking, creampie, hair pulling, biting (?), a very in love Juyeon if you look closer , idiots-to-lovers eventually

➺ Author’s note - a shorter fic for today but I had this idea in my wips for a long time, felt like it was the right time to use it haha thinking of making a part 2 for this but do let me know if you’re interested in that! Title inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song of course. Proofread once, hope you enjoy!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

@momhwa-agenda @nyu-topia @jaminthemiddle

➺ OctoberFest Masterlist

It almost seemed too real for Juyeon.

The way you whined under his touch. How his lips kissed the soft skin of your neck, one hand holding your neck while the other rested on your hip, enveloping you in a warm embrace as he cuddled you in his bed from behind. Holding onto you as if you'd slip away from him at any given moment.

He always had dreams like this. Dreams where he had you to himself. Dreams where he crossed the boundary of your friendship. Dreams where he could finally call you his. Dreams where you felt the same as he did.

Oh, how he hated waking up from these kinds of dreams, because he would have to face the reality that you were not his.

It's not that Juyeon hated being your best friend. He would rather choose your friendship over anything, even if it meant squashing down whatever romantic feelings he had for you. Even if it meant one day you two could no longer hang out the way you would because someone else had your attention.

Until then, he would cherish every moment he had with you, relish in dreams where he was the center of your attention for once. To touch you as only a lover should, just like he's currently doing in this very hazy but vivid dream.

"I want you," he mumbles in your ear, "I want you all to myself."

"Then have me. I've always been yours…" you whine out.

Something stirred within Juyeon as you said those words, making him tighten his grip on you as he started to leave love bites on your neck and shoulder. His hands snaked beneath your denim shorts, his palm cupping your sex as you moaned sweetly for him.

Juyeon's fingers start to dip between your folds, teasing your sensitive bud as you squirm against him. You couldn't help but desperately gasp his name, begging for him to undress you and tear you apart. And so he did, aggressively pulling down your shorts and pulling your panties to the side.

You could feel his clothed erection pressed up against your wet entrance as he slowly ruts into you, one hand cupping your mound as the other lifts your leg for better access.

Juyeon's breath falters as he feels your slick slowly dampening his clothes. He lets out a growl against your ear, swiftly removing his own pants as his desire for you grows stronger. He desperately needed to feel your skin against his, even your wetness was starting to feel too real for him to comprehend. He tugs his length briefly before aligning himself to your entrance, his tip eagerly nudging as he waits for your command.

"Tell me you want it." Juyeon gently holds your jaw with his other hand, wanting to look into your eyes as you beg for him to cross the line.

"Please, I want it. I want it so bad," you whine. Juyeon leans forward, his lips just a whisper away from touching yours as his eyes look down to your lips.

"If I give it to you, there's no turning back," he says with a deep and slow voice, subtly warning you of the consequences of your actions.

"I don't care," you breathe out, your eyes filled with desire. "I want you, Juyeon. I've always wanted you."

Without hesitation, Juyeon captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his hips slowly pushing forward as he enters you. You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally becoming one.

Your hand instantly grabs his hair behind you as he starts to thrust his entire length inside you. Juyeon groans as you tug onto his hair, slowly increasing his pace while he holds your leg up. You two don't stop kissing as he continues to fuck himself between your velvety walls. Lips slotting between one another perfectly, tongues intertwining with one another, moaning into each other's mouths.

Everything about this dream was perfect to Juyeon, almost too perfect in fact. From all the wet dreams he's had, this one by far had to be the most vivid. Your touch, your sounds, even the smell of the shampoo you used, it almost seemed like—

"Fuck, I'm so close—" Juyeon slurs his words. "Come with me, please come with me," he begs.

"Juyeon, I— ugh!" Your walls suddenly squeeze his cock as you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging it as you fall over the edge. Juyeon comes right after you, his warmth instantly blooming inside you as he stills. He tries to catch his breath for a moment, trying to grasp why everything felt too real for him…

"Juyeon!"

He feels his body being shaken as your panicked voice causes his eyes to flutter open. His vision slowly adjusting as he feels his bed dip, your figure moving frantically as you pull away from him. Once Juyeon's vision starts to become clear, he sees your widened eyes looking back at him, as if you've seen a ghost.

"What's going on?" his groggy voice asks you, but you don't move a muscle as you're frozen in place.

Something wet flutters around his cock, making Juyeon hiss at the feeling. The moment he looks down to check, the realization hits him like a tidal wave… it wasn't a dream after all.

"Oh fuck…"

[midnightfantasiez]

day 2 of octoberfest is finally here!! check out daisy's work & access our collab here!!

also tagging bestie @kyaroscuro this is for you 🤭

taglist: @flwoie @mamuljji @synthwxve @j4edo @h0mebody-heaven (join my permanent taglist here!)

[daisyvisions]

What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie? | Octoberfest Day 1

➺ Pairing - ghostface!Jacob x neighbor! reader

➺ Drink - Cosmopolitan with a shot of schnapps (aka Neighbor!au x roleplaying)

➺ Summary - When an innocent prank goes wrong, what better way than to play along right?

➺ Word Count - 2.2K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), roleplaying, mask kink (obviously) masturbation (f! receiving), body worship, allusions to oral (m! receiving), cnc (there is a part where consent is seen but will still tag as such!), groping, dry humping, knife play? (it’s a plastic knife but yeah), pet name (sweetheart), friends to lovers (in a way), Scream movie references, let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Author’s note - Happy kinktober y’all! I never expected to write a Ghostface fic for Jacob but here I am and I am more than excited with how it turned out! Proofread once, hope you enjoy day 1 of our Octoberfest!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez @momhwa-agenda @nyu-topia

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"Uhm, are you sure you're doing okay over there?"

"Yeahp! Super. Doing j-just fine here," you mumble. Jacob raises his eyebrow, unconvinced by your response.

"Are you sure? Because if you want, we can totally change the movi—"

"No!" you impulsively shout, clearing your throat before composing yourself.

"We can watch. I'm not scared at all, trust me." You put on a fake smile before quickly turning your attention back to the movie.

"Okay then…" Jacob replies, his eyebrows subtly scrunched together as he tries to figure out why you've been acting weird ever since the movie started.

Jacob had invited you over tonight to watch Scream. Not only was it a tradition for the two of you since you've been long-time neighbors, but also to get into the Halloween spirit for your party tomorrow night. Usually, if you didn't like the movie or weren't in the mood, you would voice it out immediately. But for some reason, you couldn't sit still, as if something in your mind was troubling you.

Truth be told, you weren't scared of horror movies at all! In fact, Scream wasn't the first horror movie you've watched with Jacob. You've seen far scarier films than this. But there was a deep secret you had that you swore to yourself you would never tell any living soul… You had a crush on Ghostface.

It's not that you wanted to have a crush on him, okay? It just happened! The way his deep voice sounded over the phone, the whole prey and predator thing going on, and not to mention the mask… oh god, that mask. It was the anonymity of it all that made your knees turn into jelly. The thought of not knowing who was under the mask doing loads of naughty things to you.

It was making you incredibly hot and bothered. And Jacob seemed to notice that eventually as the movie played out. The way your thighs would press together when Ghostface would appear on screen, how you kept shifting your position too, and the way your cheeks blushed throughout the film?

Oh, you were definitely getting turned on by Ghostface, and Jacob had just the perfect idea in mind for tomorrow to get you to reveal your secret…

As soon as your Halloween party ended the next day, Jacob had offered to stay and help you clean up until everything was sorted out.

"Hey, I'm just gonna grab a few more plastic bags at mine. We ran out of some," Jacob says as you busy yourself with washing a few dishes.

"Sure! I'll be here," you reply.

"Great! I'll be back in a bit. Give me a moment." You hear your back door close as you continue cleaning up. A few minutes go by and you start to wonder where Jacob had gone. Since you live right next to each other, it wouldn't take that long to just get a couple of plastic bags for the garbage, right?

By the time you finish washing the dishes, you decide to go ahead and take a shower while waiting for Jacob to come back. Maybe he decided to shower too before coming back? Or maybe he couldn't find the plastic bags suddenly? Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the phone downstairs ring.

Odd… Who could be calling this late at night? You think to yourself as you dry yourself off before wrapping a towel around your body and heading down. The phone doesn't stop ringing until you pick up to answer it.

"Hello?" you answer cautiously.

"Heard you had a great party tonight. Why wasn't I invited?" the deep male voice asks. At first, you're a little weirded out, but for some reason, the voice sounds familiar to you.

"Maybe you should've asked me to invite you. I would've said yes." You play along.

"Shame. It was that easy, huh?" The male voice chuckles. "Say, what's your favorite scary movie?" he asks you. Your eyes widen as the unknown caller's familiar question sinks into your head.

"W-well, I like Scream. You know, the guy with the white mask that goes slashing people left and right?" You slowly answer as you try to calm your heart from nearly beating out of your chest.

"Interesting…" The voice drops an octave lower. "Well, I hope you have a good night, sweetheart." The voice on the other line hangs up.

You take a moment to steady your breathing as you process what the fuck just happened. Maybe it was one of your party guests just trying to mess around with you; it is Halloween, after all. But suddenly, a loud clang of a pan ringing from the kitchen interrupts your thoughts, making your heart beat much faster than it did earlier.

You slowly walk over towards the kitchen, clutching your towel in your hands as you slowly peek into the room. The rush of adrenaline is not only pumping through your veins but also right down to your core.

This is ridiculous—you can't be turned on right now. What if this is a serious matter? You shake your ill-timed horny thoughts out of your mind as you keep walking. Maybe Jacob finally came back with those plastic bags. But when you enter the room, Jacob is nowhere to be found.

Okay, this is starting to get a bit creepy now. You start to back away from the kitchen door and run back upstairs to your room for safety. You stare at your door for a moment right after locking it shut, trying to assess the current situation. You’re too caught up in your own head you didn’t even notice the dark figure looming behind you.

"Gonna scream for me now?" The same voice from the phone whispers in your ear as you suddenly feel a fake plastic knife pressed against your neck and a hand covers your mouth. He was expecting to hear you shout out of fear but was met with an entirely unexpected reaction… Instead, you let out a loud whiny moan.

A long silence fills the room. You don't know if you want to dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself there or turn around to see who was behind you. But you're too embarrassed by what just happened, so you just stay frozen in place.

"I—uh. I can—" You can feel your throat drying up as you try to speak.

"Fuck… is that why you couldn't stay still last night?" his voice muffled through the mask. The question alone already telling you who it was behind the costume.

The thought of sweet Jacob under the mask, pretending to be Ghostface in this moment stirred a dark lustful desire within you in seconds. You wanted to see how far he was willing to take this, so you decided to play the part you've always dreamed of.

"No, p-please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel—" you innocently reply as you lean your body against Jacob's, feeling his manhood pressed up between your ass. You hear a faint groan coming from beneath the mask before Jacob wraps his arm around your waist, pressing your body further into his.

"Yeah?" Jacob whispers in your ear. "And what are you gonna do about it?" His hand snakes beneath your towel, groping the doughy flesh of your ass.

Thank god you couldn't hear the rapid heartbeat happening within Jacob's chest. This prank was never meant to go this far. But the moment you moaned like that? Your moan was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, not to mention the way your eyes were looking at his mask through the reflection of the mirror nearby.

The way your mouth hung slightly open, your knees slowly buckling as you pressed your thighs together? He nearly wanted to faint on the spot. It didn't help either that you were wearing nothing but a small towel, ready to fall off at any given moment. Jacob was more than ready to play along with you if it meant hearing you moan for him once more.

"I'll do anything you want! I swear, just please let me live." You look directly at the mask's mesh eye cutouts as you pretend to plead for your life. The pout on your lips was enough for Jacob to let out a small hum of approval. You always knew how to get him to do things for you.

"Alright, I'll let you live." Jacob unwraps his arms from around you. "First, I want you to face the mirror." You immediately follow his command.

"Good girl—" His praise sends shockwaves down to your core.

"Now drop the towel." At first, you're hesitant, and Jacob notices this immediately. "Is that okay?" You blush at the thought of Jacob breaking character just to make sure you're still alright with this. At the end of the day, he's still the sweet Jacob you've come to know and love.

You slowly nod your head in response and unfasten your towel, letting the damp material fall onto the ground as you look at your fully exposed body through the mirror. You wish you could see Jacob's reaction in real-time, but instead are met with Ghostface's unmoving mask.

"Just keep looking at the mirror. Alright?"

"I promise."

"Good." Jacob steps closer to your naked form, pressing your body against his again as his hands hold onto your shoulders first. Your mouth hangs open as you both watch his hands slowly touch the different parts of your body, waiting for his fingers to touch your most sensitive parts.

"So beautiful…" He mumbles as his hands start to grope your breasts, fiddling with your sensitive buds as you press your bare ass against his hard-on. He groans at the sensation, pinching your nipples before his hands start traveling down to your core.

He stops right above your core, enjoying the way you whine at his teasing before begging a "please" for him to continue. Jacob then dips his middle finger between your folds, already feeling the glove he’s wearing become damp with how wet you’ve become.

He continues to glide his finger until your body suddenly jolts in pleasure, indicating that he had found your throbbing clit. Jacob brings another finger in as he circles your sweet spot, watching how your eyes start to droop as you try to keep yourself from melting into his touch. Jacob couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know what you felt like otherwise he’d turn into an actual madman.

“Fuck this-” He stops rubbing your clit for a moment to remove the glove on his hand. He sees you’re about to protest against his action but beats you to it.

“For another time, wanna feel you come on my fingers okay?” Another time. You blush even further at the thought of having more intimate moments like this with him.

Jacob pockets the glove and immediately dives right back, collecting your wetness as he vigorously circles his fingers around your oh so pretty bundle of nerves before inserting his fingers in your tight entrance. He wastes no time curling and pumping his digits in and out of you, watching you struggle to keep yourself upright as the wet sounds of your cunt alone with your insatiable moans echo through the room.

You velvety walls start the clamp onto his fingers, gripping them like there’s no tomorrow as your high approaches fast. You suddenly feel Jacob’s other hand hold onto your hips as he rubs his covered cock between your ass.

You scream the moment you feel that rope in your abdomen snap violently as you reach your high, your body spasming from how hard you’ve just came on his fingers. You hear a loud grunt from beneath the mask as Jacob’s thrust still, his heavy breathing that he too had reached his own high.

As you both catch your breath, you finally turn around to face Jacob, caressing his mask before leaving a light kiss on the plastic covering his face. You look down for a moment and spot a wet patch appearing onto his costume, making you giggle at the sight.

“Do you need help with that?” You look up at Jacob with heavy lidded eyes.

“No, it’s alright.” His normal voice reassuring you this time. You take a step closer towards him, placing your hand on his chest and slowly gliding it down until your fingertips graze his semi-hard member. His breath hitches at the touch, his dick pulsating against your hand as looks into your eyes.

“You sure? I mean… there’s still a sequel that I’m part of right?” You tease as you tighten your grip on his cock. Jacob lets out a small whimper, now finding himself struggling to stand still as you touch him in return.

“Y-yeah, there is…” he gulps down as you continue to touch him.

“Good.” You push him down onto the edge of your bed as you kneel in front of him, your eyes becoming dark with lust as you smirk.

“Now sit back and watch me. I wanna hear you scream for me once I'm done with you.”

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