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On Repeat Prompt: Freak by Doja Cat

Disclaimer: The song is just playing on repeat, I’m not writing out every scenario in the song. Smut, D/S Themes, Bondage, AFAB reader I almost put in daddy kink too (Asks are always open for horny)

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Jeno felt nothing but tortured. His wrist strained against the fabric tying them together behind his back. His groans are muffled by the gag you tied tight.

He was given the perfect view, sat upright against the headboard, to see the button up he wore earlier falling off your shoulders as you fuck yourself with a vibrator. You’re splayed out in front of him, moaning his name, knowing damn well he can’t do anything. His eyes remain trained on your pretty pussy taking everything in.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear and rile him up worse. You can even feel the bed move as his hips twitch and thrust up into nothing. You’re certainly giving a show, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get one.

His arm muscles show from the strain and his tan chest is shining lightly with sweat. Jeno’s dress pants are still on, though unbuttoned and unzipped from earlier. His eyes devour you whole and a part of you wants to leave him like this and let him watch you all night.

The other part has you crawling towards him and untiring the gag. You hand immediately presses against his chest to stop him from leaning forward the way he wants to.

“You’re gonna regret this,” his voice is gravely and deep. His intentions have you shivering and almost ready to give in fully. Instead you laugh at him and continue fucking yourself, this time with your back to his chest to make sure he doesn’t move. His mouth latches itself to your neck and when you make sure to imitate riding him, he leans to your ear.

“I’m gonna get out of this binding one way or another. I hope you’re ready for what happens then.”

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On Repeat Prompts: Smokey Eyes by Lincoln

Happy Birthday to Jisung! I didn’t wanna outright do smut for him. If anyone feels uncomfortable with this story after already searching the tags, let me know and I will edit and/or remove as needed.

Disclaimer: The song is simply playing and I am not taking exact meaning and context from said song. Suggestive Content/Light Angst, mentions of blood

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There was never a setting with you in the room where Jisung’s eyes don’t linger. When you walk into the lecture minutes before but starts. When you walk across the campus listening to music. And now, as you approach him in the dim club the boys had dragged him to. The booth in the back is a perfect place to hide, and yet you managed to single him out.

His memory feels fuzzy of the way you had pulled him in, nipping at his bottom lip. Your own eyes stare directly into his, almost catching fire with the look you give him.

He can’t help himself when he pulls you in and reconnects your lips, slowly fighting over control with you. Your tongues connect and explore. He feels you more than ever tonight as you press against him to pull him closer. The music in the club rings through his ears, and yet he can hear the breaths you take when you pull apart before diving back in. Opened mouths against each other.

It’s sloppy but it’s hot.

Even when he feels a pinch from your teeth against his lip, he still groans at the feeling. The feeling runs along his spine and he hates the way you have him under your control. He craves more of you in every way. He’s trapped in his own body yearning after you, staying up at night thinking of you, and you get to waltz in and out whenever you wish.

Even the sweet taste against your tongue is frustrating. His hands grip against your thighs to pull your body on top of his, not caring about the people who could see the booth. His fingers dig into your skin. He almost wishes to make sure you knew he was frustrated. You do thought. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’re doing this to tease. To say you know how many times he crumpled his work sheets trying to get a glimpse of you. To say that you know he’s wrapped around your finger. Your own little pet.

And when you pull away and climb off his lap with a wink before walking away, he wants to slam his head into the table in front of himself, instead electing to just get a water. He doesn’t notice Jeno walking to the booth until he heard his voice.

“Dude, is your lip bleeding?”

He brings a hand up to his lip and finds his finger does in fact have blood wipe off onto it. With a sigh he picks up his jacket and says he’s going outside to get air.

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On Repeat Prompt: Dirty Mind by 3OH!3

Disclaimer: Okay, yeah, this song’s meaning is pretty straight forward. I’m not even gonna front, I’m just gonna make it more of an enthusiastic consent. Very Suggestive/ Smut

I will be noting that while the song uses she her pronouns, I will be using AFAB anatomy, but they/them if any pronouns.

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It’s a common occurrence amongst the friend group for you to whisk your boyfriend away for a good amount of time. If you decide to return him, Jaemin is always grinning a dopey smile with ruffled hair and a marked up neck. They would call it an ongoing joke, but it really isn’t and they respect the hustle. For the most part.

Right now the boys have been set up over video to game, and it’s been a good few hours by this point.

You don’t pay them any attention, happy to hear your boyfriend spending his time with his friends smiling and yelling whilst you scroll through your phone. Your phone fills with posts that would be known as less than proper and each one captures your attention and ideas. All it takes is DM to an account that has you wanting to put an idea into motion.

You stretch, showing up in the screen behind Jaemin and let out a yawn as you make your way off the bed and out of view from the boys.

Making sure Jaemin would have a great view, you slowly start to slide off your pants and underwear. His eyes remained so focused on the screen that he doesn't recognize the way you lift yourself to sit on the dresser in only his shirt. He laughs at the antics in front of him and fails to see you prop your leg up and start slowly running your fingers over your cunt.

You take your time, teasing yourself with your eyes trained on the person in front of you. His obliviousness is so cute to you, the way his focus is so deep that he has tunnel vision. Until you start to get frustrated, your fingers cramping a bit. It's then that you speak up, "Hey, babe? What do you think?"

He doesn't pull himself out of his game, instead saying, "What is it, baby?" throwing a quick glance over and back before he freezes. In his headphones, you can hear shouts directed at him, asking what he's doing. He opts to ignore them and slowly turns his head with a low whistle. His tongue runs it's way over his lip before he speaks up again.

"I think that it's about time I log off for the day, boys." and he gets up, failing to take off his headphones, letting the room fill with the complains that were previously contained.

"Hey! It's mid-game!"

"Jaemin, get your ass back here!" He laughs and sits back down, logging out of everything. Before he clicks off the video, Renjun's voice rings out, "I thought y'all fucked before we started gaming." And the application closes right after.

Jaemin makes his way towards you, stopping only when he's right in front of you, moving your hands away.

"They're not wrong, Dear. We already fucked a lot today."

You grin at him knowing he's teasing. After dating for so long, you two know each other like no other and one think he knows all too well is that libido of yours. You reach a hand to the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours, not even faking indifference when you have someone so sexy in front of you. You pull away to lick a long stripe up his neck until you reach his ear and whisper, "And you like it."

Jaemin lifts you up, throwing you down on the bed, only pausing to slide his sweatpants down enough to let his cock out. Climbing over you, he looks at you and asks, "Prepped enough?" Your eager nods pulling a laugh out of him before he slides in.

The both of you take a second to relish in the feeling and breathe. It's in that moment that you hook one of your legs against his own and flip over, positioning yourself to be on top of him.

"First to tap out looses."

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On Repeat Prompt: Black Balloon by The Goo Goo Dolls

Disclaimer: The song is simply playing, I’m usually not taking from the artists meaning unless it’s upfront. Suggestive/Smut and Implied Angst.

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You separate your lips from Johnny’s and take a deep breath. Slowly, you open your eyes and take in the view.

The car light behind his head filters into a halo that leaves you breathless. It should be a sin to be able to look at him so, as he looks angelic even with his shirt off as he looks right back at you. A shaky breath leaves your chest and Johnny moves forward to cup your face in his hands.

“Let me love you?”

And once more you find yourself trapped in his eyes. A part of you feels at comfort as you nod and he takes his own words seriously.

You can almost feel hesitance in his touches. It’s not as if he didn’t want to, but rather that he tries to be as gentle as he can. Even as your lips are brought back together you can feel the movements slow. His hands trace your own bare skin and leave a certain heat behind as they move on. By the time he reaches your backside, rather than pulling down your pants, he brings you closer.

It almost scares you.

Rather than going beyond the level of undressed you are, he elects to keep you how you are and grinds against you. One of his large hands stays planted on your waist while the other comes back up to your face. He separates from the kiss to look at you with pure adoration. Soft groans start to fall from your lips with each movement of your hips against one another.

His stare resembles that of a person with stars in their eyes and love in their heart. You can’t handle it. Instead, you grab the back of his neck and pull him into a faster kiss. You speed you hips up and listen for the way he voices out his own pleasure. He follows your pace and finally takes that gentle hand off your face to place against your waist when he thrusts up.

Even when you need to breath you don’t stop to look at him, you just move to mouth along his neck. You don’t take in how beautiful he sounds and how soft his neck is against your lips. The beauty marks he has doesn’t matter. There’s no need to take them in, and yet you doubt you’ll forget them. You doubt you’ll stop thinking about this at all.

No marks are left on his skin, and you hope his grip leaves none on you in fear that you will spend nights brushing your fingers along them. You shake the thought and press harder, feeling his hips starting to stutter and almost pull away from the feeling.

Vocally, he gets louder and each sound is as sweet as honey. You yourself feel the effects and if you were to think less, you would probably be there with him. And you almost wish you were.

His lips are open as a silent moan escapes and he stills. His skin glistens with sweat under the shitty light, and he still looks ethereal as ever. When he doesn’t notice, you shake your head at yourself and keep moving your hips to help him through his high. Only when he lets out a light noise and slows you to a stop with the strength you expected do you finally pull of him and grab your shirt.

Even with your back turned your can feel the confusion rolling off of him, “Wait what about you?”

You take a deep breath and put on the most sincere smile you could come up with in the moment before turning back. “Don’t worry about me, I’m all good.” You ignore the way he seems to reach out as you climb out of the backseat of his car. Part of you is intent on simply walking back into the party without a word, but even you weren’t cruel enough. So, you turn around and put your hand on the door.

“Tell the boys I say hi.” And then the door is shut.

Blowing out a puff of cold air, you wrap your arms around yourself and make your trek back, ignoring the pull in your heart.

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On Repeat Prompt: Alien Blues by Vundabar

Disclaimer: The song is simply playing, I’m usually not taking from the artists meaning unless it’s upfront. Smut

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The lights the party flash bright colors across a sea of people that Yuta escapes, his wrist captured in your hand. The glares thrown are worth it when he gets to see you laughing as you tug him along. As the random disco lights of a typical party flash across you he can’t help but think that the rainbow has never looked so good.

Even when your final pull is to a dim closet, he still can’t keep his eyes off you and feel the urge to pull you into a close embrace. You substitute this thought by gripping the front of his tank top, pulling him in for a rough kiss. His tongue explores and he can feel how wet the kiss is. His hands place themselves upon your waist, but you elect to move them to your ass, encouraging him to grope as much as he wishes. And he simply wants to please you.

So, his hands do as their told and start softly kneading. You both pull away with a gasp to catch air before you kiss down his neck. Red blossoms across his neck and you bite to ensure you left your mark. Before moving down more and more.

When you fall to your knees in front of Yuta, a part of him wants to pick you up and simply kiss you until the sun rises. He wants to switch positions and make you feel better than you ever had. The idea of your head being thrown back in pleasure with his name on your tongue. He wants you to feel the pleasure you provide to him.

Instead, he looks down, faced with the image of your tongue in between your lips as unzip his jeans. The cool air gives him chills when you pull down his boxers just enough for his cock to be out.

The first touch of your lips to him has one of his hands raising to his mouth to muffle the sound he makes. His other hand is gentle and runs through your hair the best he can as he starts to shake a little. Your mouth feels so warm around him and bliss takes over. Even as his hips jump and twitch, you don’t pull off or reprimand, seeming to be just fine with his reactions.

Part of him wants to see you more effected by the scene. Below him, even with his taste on your tongue you still look as put together as always. You were in your zone and he wanted to pull you out of it. He wanted to be a distraction and notice you get flustered.

Even as he feels the build up rising in his gut he can’t stop the idea of holding you closer and seeing you in a worse state. And when your hand comes along to finish the job, he comes with the idea of your mouths connected together. His breath stills with his whole body and the tension seeps out.

His head is fuzzy with you and he only comes to when you pull his boxers back up, standing. With a final wink and a “see you later”, you’re out of the closet, leaving him to take a few deep breaths before his legs give out and he falls to the floor.

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That one song with a true story behind it that I relate to it so much, listening to it on repeat ..  with the extraordinary voice of Sobhhï. 

“Who are you to come back in here Acting like you have my best interest? You were only there for the benefits..”