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author’s note: the contents in this is rated R18 [nsfw]. minors, please do not interact. read at your own discretion, you have been warned.
pairing: seungmin/mc [reader]
description: seungmin and you became friends with benefits after one particular incident // ficlet
genre: smut, ambiguous relationship, friends with benefits, pwp, porn without plot
cw: smut; thigh riding, slight!dom/sub, degraditon, mentions of breeding, nipple play, read at your own discretion.
author’s note: i can’t stop thinking about seungmin being a hard dom and so here have this filth, this stays rent free inside my head mwah mwah,, if the smut sounded awkward somewhere, it’s bc it’s not my expertise sorry <3 im trying my best here, im just head empty, only dom!seungmin degrading you in bed lol this is literally my word vomit made from my brain juice
p.s. always remember to use protection!
word count: 1325 words
unedited // no beta read, we’ll die like men here
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“Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin-” you gasped as you grind yourself harder on his thigh as he leaned back further into the couch, watching you desperately trying to reach your orgasm.
"Please, please, please, wanna c-cum so bad-" you babble almost incoherently in a fucked-out state, drool coating your lips and dripping.
The way the denim of his jeans was rubbing deliciously against your soaked nether lips was driving you crazy and it made you grind yourself harder on it while picking up your pace.
Your throbbing clit grazing against the material was just the way you like it.
He chuckled lowly at the way you try to fuck yourself by using his jean-covered legs, he could feel a wet patch forming on where you were rubbing yourself on. It was cute, you were adorable in his eyes whenever you were needy.
Your whines dripping from your lips grew louder and louder which told him that you were nearing your high, causing a sadistic gleam to shine behind his dark eyes.
“Aw, look at you,” he teased, his fingers tracing your skin with feathery touches, watching you shiver at his sudden contact. His fingers were cold and it caused goosebumps to scatter all over your skin.
“Do you like riding my thigh?” he hummed in amusement when your hips stuttered as you came on his thigh, making a mess all over and ruining his pair of denim jeans as your juices spilled out of your spasming hole.
You panted heavily, gasping for air as you try to recover from your high.
The fucked out expression that crossed your visage caused his dick to throb painfully in his pants; the glazed look in your eyes, the drool dripping off the corner of your bruised lips and tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
It made him want to eat you up right here - right now.
When you finally recover from your high, you proceed to continue to grind your soaked pussy onto his thigh, rubbing even harder onto the rough denim so you could feel the delicious friction against your swollen clit, overstimulating yourself to the maximum - just the way you were craving for it.
This action of yours surprised Seungmin as he didn’t expect you to continue riding on his thigh even after how sensitive you tend to get after your orgasms. The quiet moans that escaped you were going straight to his dick.
You really sounded like you were enjoying yourself by using his leg. A thought crossed his mind and that was when his hands came to grip you by your hips, abruptly halting your constant grinding.
The petty whimper you let out sounded like music to his ears. It makes him want to pound into you into the next week.
“Aw, aren’t you needy?” he teased with that condescending tone of his, “rubbing yourself on me so desperately like a bitch in heat,” he noticed you tried to rub yourself despite his firm grip on your hips, preventing you from moving any further, “if you stop being so greedy, maybe, just maybe you deserve my dick filling you up, yeah, baby?”
“...W-want…”
“What?” He chuckled, rubbing circles on your hip gently, “want what, princess? Speak up, use that pretty voice of yours.” He knew what exactly you wanted but he wanted to tease you and make you say it out loud to fuel his pride.
“...W-want you to fuck me..” You struggled trying to form your thoughts into sentences because all you were thinking right now was chasing after your next orgasm.
“Fuck you with what?” He teased you, chuckling at the sight of your tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and the almost frustrated look on your face. He kind of wanted you to beg.
“Want your dick in me, filling me up with your cum, damn it!” You gritted through your teeth, “fuck me so hard that all I think about is your dick pounding into my pussy…”
“-Minnie, please.” Ah, that was what he wanted to hear from you.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you fuck yourself on my dick.” He pulled down his jeans alongside his boxers, revealing his dick standing upright proudly; head flushed bright red with precum dripping down the length.
Despite his cock being out of his pants, he was still fully dressed compared to you who wore nothing but your shirt and bra but they were useless either way since they were all pushed up all the way up to expose your boobs to him; perky nipples standing out proudly with purple-blueish marks littered all around the skin from his constant biting and sucking beforehand.
Licking your lips at the sight, you felt your core throbbed almost painfully, your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting to get filled up to the brim with his.
Wasting no time, you rubbed your dripping pussy on his hard-on when he finally released his firm hold on you. The both of you released a pleasing sound, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact both of you were craving so much after being deprived of it for so long.
It felt so hot. He felt so hot against you as you coat your wetness all over his length, rubbing his dick between your folds, the tip of his head kept bumping into your clit just the way you want it.
He felt dizzy with the way his dick was rubbing between your wet lips. His dick throbbed at the needed contact.
It felt so good. So good that you were drooling. The sound Seungmin was letting out was melodious and it assured you that he was enjoying it just as much as you were.
You finally sink yourself onto his length after what felt like hours as the both of you moaned at the action. Your pussy swallowing his length, walls wrapping around him.
Having his dick in your wasn’t enough, he wanted you to move already and fuck yourself onto him. He reached up and pinched your swollen nipple as a warning, rubbing the little bud between his fingers before tugging at it.
You took this sign to start moving, bouncing up and down on his length, your walls rubbing deliciously against his dick. He sighed in pleasure.
As a reward, he opened his mouth to lick at your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, coating it with his saliva before wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it gently.
You whimpered at the action, squeezing yourself around his length.
“M-more.”
Seungmin hummed before biting into the skin gently, tugging at it with his teeth.
“Stop being so greedy.”
He continued to suckle at your nipple as you continued to fuck yourself onto his length, legs feeling starting to feel weak. He reached down towards the area where the both of you were connected and grazed his fingers against your throbbing bundle of nerves causing you to jerk at the sudden contact.
His fingers tapped on your little nub before rubbing at it between his two fingers, pinching the flesh every now and then, causing you to cry out at the extra stimulation.
Too much. Too much. It was already too much for you to have his dick in you and for him to rub at your bundle of nerves finally set you off the edge as you came gushing around his dick, squeezing his dick causing him to hiss.
He hummed in pleasure, his mouth releasing your swollen nipples with a lewd pop, licking it one last time before smiling at you, his fingers still rubbing the nub while you were going through your high.
You cried out at the overstimulation, jerking away from his constant touches.
“You came again, how cute.” He pinched your nub and tugged at it, causing you to sob at the action.
“I didn’t even come yet, mind letting me use you and fuck you senseless till I reached mine?”
Can't believe I'm reviving this blog all because I've been informed in my ao3 comments that someone stole this kim seungmin smut fic (posted in 2021) entirely word by word and posted it on wattpad back in 2023 with only a different title.
PSA: I only post my fics on quotev (no longer active), ao3 (indefinite hiatus) & tumblr (indefinite hiatus)
I'm quite certain some of the writing content in the Wattpad book is stolen too.
I'd appreciate it greatly if my stolen fanfiction could be removed from the Wattpad and if possible, along with the rest of the possibly stolen fanfiction too.
Side note: I've already filed a report to Wattpad. Perhaps, mass-reporting it would've been less headache inducing.
Stolen Content:
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the most unrealistic thing about Supernatural is that the boys never had a lore book open to an ugly ass monster, held the book up to the other one, and said "lol that's you"
i hv like 3 one shots in my arsenal but they arent ready to be uploaded bc haha, they're incomplete lmao
the one with the most words right now is still under 3k so i doubt that's enough (in my book at least)
it's 3.33am and i hv trouble sleeping btw so im using it to write but nothing really comes to mind other than trying to form a proper sentence instead of gibberish brain worms
ok in fact, i hv several fics in my drafts rn, they're itching to be completed but i am only a one man show with 2 fucking hands and a single brain that's buffering
its easy to write the beginning n the ending of a story but the middle part is what makes me wanna dropkick my brain into space bc why arent u WORKING (overtime) c'mon!!!
i was so unstoppable as a teen and now that im an adult writer, im fuckin struggling with writers block (bites hankerchief) this is so ass !!!
i hv like 3 one shots in my arsenal but they arent ready to be uploaded bc haha, they're incomplete lmao
the one with the most words right now is still under 3k so i doubt that's enough (in my book at least)
it's 3.33am and i hv trouble sleeping btw so im using it to write but nothing really comes to mind other than trying to form a proper sentence instead of gibberish brain worms
I look into the spaces in-between in search of you (I miss you more than anything)
pairing: tim drake/mc [reader]
author's note: old ideas from high school for me to write excerpts about as per usual and tim's my muse to explore these ideas on unless stated otherwise, if you see this posted on ao3, yes that is me too dw
this is unfortunately very self-indulgent hehe <3 mb babes
p.s. this cld be taken as both ways? romantic? platonic? take your pick lol
word count: 1511 words
cw: um, mentions of injury?
unedited // no beta read, we'll die like men here
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It had been days since the last time Tim had slept ever since he found footage of someone that seemed eerily familiar to you, clad in a bright red jacket that was practically your signature back then. It was one of your favourite jackets after all.
He was getting a little too frantic and was rather adamant about them being you. He wanted to prove to everyone that you weren't dead but alive.
He would delay the process of falling asleep if he had to.
“Red Robin.” He spoke into the mic.
“Access approved.” The artificial intelligence responded back.
“Where are they hiding you?” The words trailed off, his eyes were already glued to the screen.
His icy blues scanned through the files; that includes, footage, clips and articles – each and every one of them, trying to search a certain code-name belonging to someone he once knew very well like the back of his hand and grew extremely fond of over the course of the years of knowing them.
The only footage that could have matched your physique was that single footage alone and it irked him to no end.
He was already rather obsessed with the idea of trying to search for you and none of his family members nor friends managed to deter him away from his work.
However, there was a single tiny nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him of the possible reality that there was no way you would come back unless some kind of miracle brought you back to life like what had happened to Jason and he never really touched that particular topic whenever asked.
Only vague answers from him. He would always end the conversation before it started.
—
Meanwhile, you weren't quite pleased with the fact that you had to drop out of your current school and had to take online classes to finish your high school education for the sake of a diploma to show you completed everything that was necessary to proceed further into higher education.
Well, at least there was some compensation for it, the organisation you were under was paying for your education so you couldn't complain as much as you would like. Whether you like it or not, you need to be under everyone's radar for the time being because you were relatively vulnerable while you were in the middle of recovering.
It was rather unfortunate that you had obtained a very life-threatening wound months ago, it took you ages to finally feel like your body was yours and move it the way your brain intended it to.
The phantom pain of being stabbed was another thing to deal with in the midst of doing your everyday life now.
Your recovery period was a lot more sedentary than you would have liked too. There was always a constant itch to do workout routines that was far too intense for your weakened state at the moment.
All in all, this was something they told you to do and it was to keep prying eyes away from you until you reached full recovery before being deployed back onto the field.
Staying with your grandma was pretty nice too, it had been quite some time since your family last visited her and it was always annual visits at the end of the school year for Christmas.
Your other issue living in a more secluded area was, of course, none other than net signal stability. It kind of helped you to be harder to be detected and traced back but it still irked you that you would need to wait longer for your files to be downloaded.
Regardless, life has been much simpler and far less hectic than your usual ones back home. It was nice to be able to breathe for once instead of being dogpiled by both your school tasks and your other responsibilities.
It wasn't easy for your uncle to convince your parents for you to move away for your recovery period after your so-called hit and run accident which was a cover-up for your actual one.
—
It had taken several months for Tim to get the final clue needed to prove you weren't dead and he finally got it now —
“Found you.” Tim muttered under his breath, sounding almost unhinged — wide icy blue eyes zeroed in on another footage he managed to scrape through the worldwide database, fingers hovering his keyboard.
The teen had immediately booked the next flight available to where you were now regardless of the schedules that had lined up for him. He couldn't give a flying damn about it right this second now that he finally located your whereabouts they so desperately tried to conceal your presence from everyone.
He jumped to his closet, scavenging through his mess of clothes to throw into his carry-on luggage bag for him to bring with on his impromptu trip.
The next morning, he made his way to Gotham’s airport without so much as leaving a note to mention where he would be. He doesn't want anything to risk his solid decision.
The dawning realisation fell upon him when he touched-down at your home country airport. He was finally here. He was finally able to see you now.
His next hurdle was to track you down to your very exact location and it wasn't going to be a breeze for him – he hated to admit and they covered your tracks far too well for any mistakes to happen.
It took him roughly a week or so to get a clue of you.
—
Tim spotted your silhouette from miles away before he made a beeline for you. He called out your name almost desperately, causing you to turn back and face him.
You looked as pretty as the last time he saw you. A sheepish look plastered your features as you faced him fully.
“...Found you.” He exhaled out, he was a little out of breath from sprinting to your spot. Call him crazy or whatever. He wasn't going to lose sight of you.
“...Uh, hi, hey, Timbo,” you chuckled, your eyes betrayed you as there was a look of guilt behind them despite you trying to play it off coolly, “took you long enough, huh?”
He remained silent as he stared at you, soaking in your presence and trying to etch everything about you right now into his brain. His icy blue eyes were starting to intimidate you right now because you rarely ever felt so exposed in someone's presence before.
“Heh, well, don't let it get to your head,” you joked, running your fingers through your hair, “the only reason you were able to find me was because I let myself be found.”
“Shut up, I'm very upset with you right now,” His words sounded wet, as if he was fighting back his tears even though there was a deep frown set on his lips, jaws clenched and shoulders straightened (tensed). There was nothing else that indicated that he was about to cry other than his voice that carelessly betrayed him.
He had managed to trace you back to your home country was one thing, the other part was finding you at your exact location was another gamble.
He found you at the beachside of Sipitang, a town located in one of Sabah's district divisions, taking a walk while eating chicken wings skewers you had bought in a plastic dangling in your hands.
“Why, you want a reward for finding me sooner than intended?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him, “the only thing I have on me right now is my chicken wings if you want some?”
He doesn't know what to do with himself nor what he would like to say to you now that he has found you, safe and sound in Borneo Island. He wanted to pull you into his arms so badly but he withholded himself from doing so because you would look at him weird for even attempting such a feat.
You've known Tim for several years now and you would like to think you knew him from the inside out enough to take notice of his little quirks and decipher them to how he would like to be perceived as.
You opened your arms wide, inviting him for the hug that the other boy was trying to force himself not to give.
It took him a few moments to finally give in, and pushed his pride away to embrace you, taking you into his arms and feeling the warmth you gave away through your body. He hid his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.
“I miss you.”
“I'm very much aware,” you chuckled into his shoulders, squeezing him, “don't think I didn't notice you snooping around our database, you loser."
“I need to prove to them you aren't dead and I need to see it with my own eyes.” He admitted, wounding his arms tighter around you.
Hello usamerican tumblr liberal. Why is it scarier when a Chinese company has your data? What is the Chinese government going to do with your data if you don't live there? Tell me what the fuck are they gonna do? Why are you more scared of a foreign government that has no power over you than your own government that does have power over you, and you know for a fact they will do something about it. Facebook has literally snitched to the cops over people getting abortions in the US. Why is that less scary than when Chinese companies collect your data?
“thirty year olds writing fanfic is weird…” I hate to be the one to break this to you friend. but your favourite manga was literally written by a forty year old man
