Hey so the first one I commissioned @cosmicluvrrrrr I good while back now I still keep using it too see:
Now I’m gen not sure if you got the other one from Alexis as well or if you took it from pabo aka @velocityyx but would like you to credit ppl if you repost because that’s kinda weird I fear
Also idk if it’s crazy you join the community they both post in or plain stupid but I have to call you out publicly because I don’t like when people steal:)
And I do hope this will find my moots and oomfs because I want people to give it where credit is due even tho some people lack this curtesy I guess
Hey so the first one I commissioned @cosmicluvrrrrr I good while back now I still keep using it too see:
Now I’m gen not sure if you got the other one from Alexis as well or if you took it from pabo aka @velocityyx but would like you to credit ppl if you repost because that’s kinda weird I fear
Also idk if it’s crazy you join the community they both post in or plain stupid but I have to call you out publicly because I don’t like when people steal:)
And I do hope this will find my moots and oomfs because I want people to give it where credit is due even tho some people lack this curtesy I guess
Hey so the first one I commissioned @cosmicluvrrrrr I good while back now I still keep using it too see:
Now I’m gen not sure if you got the other one from Alexis as well or if you took it from pabo aka @velocityyx but would like you to credit ppl if you repost because that’s kinda weird I fear
Also idk if it’s crazy you join the community they both post in or plain stupid but I have to call you out publicly because I don’t like when people steal:)
And I do hope this will find my moots and oomfs because I want people to give it where credit is due even tho some people lack this curtesy I guess
Can I please request prompt number three with Seungmin? 💖 thanks!
There’s a first time for everything
incubus!Seungmin × afab!Reader
genre: smut, mature
warning(s): inexperienced reader, if you squint hard enough there is plot, piv (wrap it before you tap it), barely any plot, no editors/beta readers, i'm shy about me writing nsfw, dom!Seugmin, oral(both recieving), cum play, degradation and praise kink, someone get yn some water, overstimmulated, reader unconsious for a little bit,even tho Seugmin is a sex demon he cares, i might go to hell:)
wc: 4,725
divider(s): @cursed-carmine
editor: @shipwithnocaptain
an: would like to clarify: reader is a university student, i didn't know where or how to put it into the fic! part of the number request thingy, hope you like it anon!
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Ever since your late high school days, you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex, and to try out all your fantasies, spending hours reading smut, watching porn. You wouldn't say you were a nymphomaniac, but you did assume you have a high sex drive. Sadly no men (or women) grabbed your attention enough to try to sleep with them, so here you are in your twenties, being desperate.
Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud, supposing it would help you with your sexual desires… of course none of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults would on a sleep over you're inclined to do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even though you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.
You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You wake up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you're about to get up to open the window you realise you aren't alone in your room. You're about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now, I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words have an effect on you that you don't quite understand, feeling heat pooling between your legs. After he feels like you won't scream he lets go of your mouth and you feel a wave of bravery and brattyness come over you, "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know it?" He grabs your face and forces you to look at him straight on, "You can call me Seungmin." After a little struggle, he loosens his grip enough that you can take a good look at him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It takes nearly all your will power to not let your urges control you and jump on him. "Wow, you invite me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" Your look of confusion makes him smirk as he leans into your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You can't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You don't finish your question as the events from earlier replay in your head. The stupid book. "O-oh." You don't really have time to continue this barely two-sided conversation as he shuts you up by kissing you. You have had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but nothing like this. At first its slow, sensual like he's waiting for your brain to catch up, and once you start kissing him back finally, you become desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts and worries stop, and your brain goes quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you're under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice is tight and keening with want. He scoffs as he picks you up; without any thought you wrap your legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it still isn't enough, you need more. Without a thought you start grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot through your flimsy pajama shorts. "Incubi have a special saliva, and a coating on our skin…" he takes a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face, ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.
You wonder how or why he doesn't seem affected, but don't ask, since that thought goes away as fast as it comes, and you go back to finding pleasure in humping him through your clothes until Seungmin puts you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like being cast under a spell you take off your pjs, and shiver from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimper at the sudden compliment. He leans down to kiss you, while helping you on the bed. Kissing his way down your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stops what he's doing and faster than you can react he squeezes your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You try to protest which earns a harder squeeze which goes straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he goes back to your nipples. It feels like eternity; you don't know how long he's busy with your chest, all you know is that you can't stop moaning his name, your hands finding a way to his hair as the pleasure keeps going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You can't even finish the sentence as he bites your nipple, which somehow pushes you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckles going up to peck your lips, "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well."
You can't even catch your breath as Min goes back down again, but this time, he stops between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname makes you pulse, clenching around nothing, which makes the incubbus watch in amusement "So eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seungmin starts slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then makes his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out for eternity" the thought making you grunt. He starts sucking on your clit which makes you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You feel something hard and long on his head, which makes you look at him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushes one digit into you, cursing under his breath. For him, the more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you feel different, the desperation on your part, but also corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounds too good, too sweet to refuse.
He adds another finger, stretching you out more, and he lifts your lower body up, and spits into your drenched hole. The effect is immediate, which makes you grip the base of his horns harder. "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice hoarse by the constant noises that leave you. You feel like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he's doing any better. He's desperate to fill you with his cock, ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.
He pumped a couple more times until you come again, squirting all over his fingers and mouth while he diligently catches every last drop he can. You can't talk, nothing coherent forms in your brain other than his name, that leaves your mouth sounding like a prayer.
He lets go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.
He then turns you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undresses himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, it makes you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grins, like he can read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you do, as wide as you can, not sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.
He pushes his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible," making you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.
As he eases more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reaches into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushes himself fully in your throat, he pushes the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being filled with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are." The degradation sends new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that while you are alive no one will satisfy you as much as him.
He starts to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It feels like his member keeps changing forms as his pleasure builds, somehow growing, reaching deeper in your throat. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, his hissing and the filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he takes his free hand and squeezes down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten fold. You blank out as you reach your peak, shaking so violently you think just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust become rigid and he releases his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you hear his explanation about his bodily fluids and how it affects the human body, and realise you are in for a long night.
He steps away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. Right then and there he decides to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looks down at you and chuckles, helping you up, giving you a surprisingly sweet kiss. You don't mind, its just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand are still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you're back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. Its too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips. "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he does is tease your hole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please…Min…Seungmin, I'll be patient," you beg but deep down you know it won't save you anymore. Out of nowhere he bottoms you out, making you scream his name from coming once again, you can't even count how many times this happened tonight, you're busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.
He leans down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you at a fast pace. "What a good cocksleeve you are, I won't let you go ever, you will now belong to me." The thought of being his makes you pulse around his length. He picks up the pace at your words "Oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever and wherever I want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts become more frequent as he keeps hitting your spot. You feel your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You're so full with him, his smell, his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer, everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, cum for me" He squeezes your airways hard enough so that you can barely breathe and he kisses you, pushing you to the edge, and he soon follows, filling you up.
You stay there a little while, feeling him going limp inside you while you fight to stay conscious. Once Seugmin gets up he looks down and chuckles at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he does; he helps you shower, puts new pjs on you then tucks you into bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappears into thin air as you fall back asleep, hoping that all this wasn't just a dream.
Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud and it is supposed to help you with your sexual desires… of course neither of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults on a sleep over you will do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even tough you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.
You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, being ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words had an effect on you that you didn't quite understood, just felt heat pooling between your legs after he felt like you won't scream let go of your mouth and you felt a wave of bravery and brattyness coming over you "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know?" He grabbed your face and forced to look him straight up "You can call me Seugmin." After a little struggle, he loosened his grip enough that you could take a good look on him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It took nearly all your will power to not let your ugres control you, and jump on him. "Wow, you invited me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" The look of confusion made him smirk as he leaned to your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You couldn't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You didn't finish your question as the events from earlier replayed in your head. The stupid book. "o-oh" You didn't really have time to continue this barely two sided conversation as he shut you up with kissing you. You had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but it wasn't anything like this. At first it was slow, sensual like he waited for your brain to catch up, once you kissed him back, you became desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts, and worries stopped, your brain went quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you were under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice was tight and keening with want. He scoffed as he picked you up; without any thougt you wraped you legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. Without a thought you started grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot from your flimsy pijama shorts. "Incubi has a special salvia, and a coating on our skin…" he took a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face. ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.
You wondered how or why he didn't seem affected, but didn't ask, since that thought went away as fast as it came, and you went back to find pleasure in humping him trough your clothes until Seugmin put you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like under a spell you took down your pjs, and shivered from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimpered by the sudden compliment. He leaned down to kiss you, while helped you on the bed. He was kissing his way down on your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stopped what he was doing and faster than you could react he squeezed your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You tried to protest which earned a harder squeeze which went straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he went back to your nipples. It felt like eternity; you don't know how long he was busy with your chest, all you knew that you couldn't stop moaning his name, and finding a way to his hair as the pleasure kept on going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You couldn't even finish the sentence as he bit your nipple, which somehow pushed you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckled going up to peck your lips "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well"
You couldn't even catch your breath as Min went down back again, but this time, he stopped between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname made you pulse on air, which made the incubbus watch in amusement "so eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seugmin started slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then he made his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out until eternity" the thought made you grunt. He started sucking on your clit which made you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You felt something hard and long on his head, which made you look at him and you met his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushed one digit into you, cursing under his breath. The more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you felt different, it was desperation on your part, but corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounded too good, too sweet to say no to.
He added another finger, stretching you out more, he lifted your lower body up, and spit into your drenched hole. The effect was immidiate, which made you grip the base of his horns harder "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice was hoarse by the constant noises that left you. You felt like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he was doing any better. He was desperate to fill you with his cock ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.
He pumped a couple more until you came again, squirting all over his finger and mouth while he diligently caught every last drop he could. You couldn't talk, nothing coherent formed in your brain other than his name, that left your mouth sounding like a prayer.
He let go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.
He then turned you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undressed himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, made you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grinned, like he could read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you did, as wide as you could, not being sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.
He pushed his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible" this made you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.
As he eased more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reached into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, that was a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushed him self fully in your throat, he pushed the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being full with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are" the degradation sent new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that until you are alive no one will satisfy you as this thing.
He started to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It felt like his member kept changing forms as his pleasure built, somehow it grew, reaching deeper in your throat. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, his hissing and with tbe filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he took his free hand and squeezed down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten folds. You blanked out as you reached your peak, shaking violently you thought just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust became rigid and released his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you heard his explanation about his body fluids and how it affects the human body, and you realised you are in for a long night
He stepped away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. There and then he decided to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looked down at you and chuckled, helping you up, then gave you a surpisingly sweet kiss. You didn't mind, it was just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand was still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you were back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. It was too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he did is tease your whole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please… Min..Seugmin I'll be patient." You begged but deep down you knew it wont save you anymore; then out of nowhere he bottomed you out having you scream his name from coming once again, you couldn't even count how many times this happened tonight, you were busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.
He leaned down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you in a fast pace. "what a good cocksleeve you are. I won't let you go ever, you will now beling to me." The thought of being his made you pulse around his lenght. He picked up the paste "oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever wherever i want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts became more frequent as he kept hitting your spot. You felt your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You were so full with him, his smell his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, Cum for me" He sqeezed your airways hard enough so you can barely breathe and he kissed you, pushing you to the edge, then he followed soon filling you up.
You stayed there a little, feeling him going limp inside you while you fought to stay concious. Once Seugmin got up he looked down and chuckled at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he did; he helped you shower, put new pjs on you then tucked you to bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappeared to thin air as you fell back asleep, hoping that this wasn't just a dream.
Hi hello people i usually don't do tag list on WIPs or announcements, but it is important.
For now imma pull TFR from my blog and hopefully rework it, i hate it and lost where I wanted it to go, even tho most things are worked out i just don't like it, and honestly I don't wanna work with it, but because my guilt I haven't been writing at all recently.
I hope yall understand, once i work it all out i will post it and show it off to all of you <3
TFR: A Stranger under our roofs (ch 2): in progress....
snippet: "As you were about to get up and make your great escape the door opened. An unfamiliar head popped in, you couldn't see his face well since the only light source came from behind him, but all you saw is his blonde hair pulled together in a messy bun, clearly just not long enough to put it in that hair style. Before you could utter a word he called out to someone "She is awake.""
TIKC: A King Who Does not thaw (ch 2): not yet started
Number Game: 2 request
no 8 w/ Jeongin x reader NSFW not yet started
no.3 w/ Seugmin: almost finished (snippet under the cut bc nsfw)
snippet: "You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name"..."
childhood friend!Hyunjin × gn!Reader
genre: angst, slice of life, friends to possible lovers, eventual fluff
warning(s): Hyunjin yearning, break up, sad reader, pinning
wc: 1,273
divider(s): @cursed-carmine
an: My very first Stayblr request, hope you like it and it is how you wanted it @eudonyx! and I want to thank for my lovely editor @shipwithnocaptain and to my lovely beta reader, without yall I couldn’t have done it.
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You and Hyunjin always had something special. Ever since kindergarten you’ve been inseparable — you, the quiet, reserved kid, who always coloured and the ever-dramatic Hyunnie, who never really asked if you wanted to be friends, he said it to you as a matter of fact one day. “You are my friend.” And so you were; at first you didn’t do much, you coloured next to him or during the mandatory outside play time, you listened to him talk while you guys were on the swings.
As you grew older, your parents practically married the two of you, but life had other plans. You went to the same high school, and then university as well, but while he majored in painting, you took photography and writing, hoping that some day you could create articles for people.
During the third semester of your studies, you met your current boyfriend, which unbeknownst to you, hurt Hyunjin, although he would never admit it. Especially not to you; and as a stab in the stomach the guy was great too. Your boyfriend made you feel loved and cared for, so Hyunjin was happy. He also dated girls, had some on-and-off relationships and made some questionable choices, but he was fine with it. Sometimes the two of you went on a double date, and life was fun. He even became friends with him. Not too close, but regardless still both made sure to ask if he wanted to hang out.
He secretly always hoped you guys wouldn't make it through, that you would finally see how your best friend, Hyunjin, is the one who should be there for you. He was always there, his heart hurting every time he touched you, every time he made you smile, not him, the guy who was always there, who always made sure you that you were the one who was well and successful, yet you never knew that when he called you sniffling after he broke up with yet another girlfriend that it was because he once again couldn't bear all the pain from his best that he isn't the one you call yours on a daily basis.
"Are you okay? What happened?" The worry in your voice made him want to melt away, you were the sweetest being in his eyes. "Can you come over and bring some kimchi jjigae… Please?" He patiently waited until you sat thinking on the other end of the line, the only thing he could hear then was his sniffling. God he felt so pathetic, sitting on his bed in the dorm, in complete darkness, with some overused, outworn hoodie looking out on his window, staring into the summer rain that was unfolding. He kept scolding himself in his head about how he shouldn't make you come over in this weather, when he suddenly heard you speak. Hyunjin couldn't make out exactly the conversation. "Oh if you are having a date night with Drew it's okay, you don't have to come, I'll just order something…" Before he could finish his apology, you got fed up with him apologising, even though his heart had been broken by some idiot. "Hwang Hyunjin, just because I am talking to my boyfriend doesn't mean we are having a date night. We are discussing how it would be better for me to come over! I'll be there in like an hour. Okay?" He didn't want to admit how foolish he is, but somehow you being ready to practically run over to him made Hyunjin feel giddy.
And true to your words, you were there in an hour. He opened the door in a miserable state: eyes red, a disheveled hairstyle and wrapped in the big fluffy sensory blanket you gave to him ages ago. He looked sad, but looking at him in this state, the usual tug on your heart seemed a bit stronger. Although you didn't build your cozy escape this time, but you two still nuzzled close to each other and put on Nothing Hill. Only God knows how many times you two have watched it at this point.
During the movie you saw Hyunjin drifting off to sleep, so you carefully got your phone out to text your boyfriend
Hey, don't wait up for me, I'm probably sleeping at Jinnies place
You watched the three dot appear and disappear until finally his response came:
Okay, sleep well baby<3
You were grateful, but surprised as Drew usually more clingy and easily ropes you into doing what he prefers, but not this time. Your friends usually judge you for it as well, seeing how he is forming into something else, but you usually shut these talks down quite fast.
Time flew by, and you two entered your last semester of uni starting the internship era of your life. With that, you both became quite busy, but still tried your best to chat as often as you could and have a montly phone call session. You didn't tell him that you and Drew hit a rough patch: he constantly came home late smelling different, you suspected him, but you couldn't involve Hyunjin because he had his own plate full of stress. Everything was going well until one day, after a long day at your job and the library, you came home to Drew and some girl from his job in the bed you shared. You don't know what came over you. You cussed him out, grabbed some essential things and called a cab. You didn't crying, until you were standing in front of Jinnie. As soon as he opened his door, you broke down crying. He could barely gather what happened from your words, spoken through tears. All he wanted to do was to punch that guy. How could he do that to the most beautiful and kind human being.
"Go take a shower, I'll make some hot cocoa, and put on Howls Moving Castle." He helped you get to the shower, and tried to quiet the yearning in his heart to just kiss your tears away. He knows it isn't the time or the place, but gosh have you seen yourself? Truly irresistable.
Once he heard the shower turn on, he got to work: he made your favourite brand of hot choco, loaded up the movie, and waited to build your pillowfort, since last time he did it without you, he didn't hear the end of it for at least a year.
After a little while, you emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and wearing his oversized shirt that looked like a dress on you. "God, you're so pretty." He wanted to scream, only realising his inside thoughts were actually voiced aloud once you started blushing a little. "Erm.. i waited with building the pillowfort, now that i have this apartment it is much easier to make one for ourselves." You showed a small, but genuine smile and started building with him. Of course, he did it wrong and you had to scold him "Jinnie, no the chair obviously need to go here so it holds up the sheet well!" He just giggled and joked about how OCD-like you are with this whole ordeal.
Once you both cozied up in your pillowfort, decorated with all the fairy lights known to man strewn about, you nuzzled into him as the familiar sounds of your favourite comfort movie started. Hyunjin tried his best to ignore the beating of his heart, but it was hard. He hated himself for it but he hoped that now that your jerk boyfriend was out the picture, you'd see him in a different light in the future.
Description: You go to your gynecologist for an exam but you get a little too excited and he notices.
Pairing: Doctor!Changbin x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 3.1k
As you step into Dr. Changbin’s office, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint hum of the air conditioning unit greet you. The small, clinical space feels colder than you expected, and you tug your thin cardigan tighter around your shoulders as you sit on the edge of the examination table. The crinkle of the paper sheet beneath you is the only sound in the hushed room, save for the distant murmur of voices from the waiting area beyond the closed door. Your pulse quickens, not just from the usual nerves of a gynecological exam, but from the strange anticipation coiling in your gut. You’ve heard about Dr. Changbin—his reputation for being thorough, attentive, and, if the rumors are true, strikingly handsome.
The door opens with a soft click, and in walks Dr. Changbin. He’s younger than you imagined, probably in his early twentys, with sharp, angular features and dark eyes that seem to see right through you. His white coat fits snugly over broad shoulders, and his dark hair is neatly combed back, though a few strands fall across his forehead as he glances at the clipboard in his hand. He offers a small, professional smile, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers on you for just a split second longer than necessary that makes your breath hitch.
“Good afternoon,” he says, his voice low and smooth, almost too intimate for a doctor’s tone. “I’m Dr. Changbin. I’ll be conducting your exam today. I see this is a routine vaginal check-up, correct? Any concerns or issues you’d like to discuss before we begin?”
You shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper as you reply, “No, just... just the usual.” Your cheeks heat up under his steady gaze, and you shift uncomfortably on the table, the paper crinkling again. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of the thin hospital gown you’ve changed into, the way it leaves your lower half exposed beneath the flimsy fabric tied loosely at the back.
“Alright, then,” he says, setting the clipboard down on the counter with a quiet thud. “Let’s get started. Please lie back and place your feet in the stirrups. Just try to relax.”
You comply, though relaxing feels impossible as you recline on the table, the cold metal of the stirrups chilling the soles of your feet as you position them. Your gown rides up slightly, and you tug at the hem, trying to cover yourself as much as possible. Dr. Changbin pulls on a pair of latex gloves with a sharp snap, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. He rolls a stool over to the end of the table, positioning himself between your spread legs. Despite the professional setting, the vulnerability of the moment sends a strange heat creeping through your core.
“I’m going to start with an external examination,” he explains, his tone calm and detached, but there’s a subtle edge to it, a roughness that wasn’t there before. “Just let me know if anything feels uncomfortable.”
You nod, biting your lip as his gloved hands gently press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, guiding them a little wider apart. His touch is clinical, methodical, as he inspects the area, but you can’t help the way your body reacts. Your breath comes a little shorter, and a faint warmth begins to pool low in your abdomen. You pray he doesn’t notice, but as his fingers move closer to your most intimate area, brushing lightly over your outer folds, you feel an involuntary clench of muscles, a telltale sign of arousal.
His movements pause for the briefest of moments, and you glance down to see his eyes flicker up to meet yours. There’s something unreadable in his expression, a glint of curiosity, maybe even amusement, before he looks away and resumes his work. “Everything looks normal so far,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper, as if he’s aware of the charged silence between you.
But then, as he continues the external exam, his thumb grazes over your clit—just a fleeting touch, barely noticeable, except it sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You tense, a quiet gasp escaping your lips before you can stop it. Your eyes dart to his face, searching for any sign that it was intentional, but his expression remains neutral, focused, as if nothing happened. He doesn’t acknowledge the slip, doesn’t apologize, just keeps moving his fingers with deliberate precision, inspecting every inch. Yet, the touch lingers in your mind, and you feel a fresh wave of heat rush between your thighs.
“I’ll move on to the internal exam now,” he says softly, his voice still low, almost conspiratorial. “I’ll be using a speculum first, and then a manual check. Just breathe for me, alright?”
You nod again, your throat dry, as he retrieves the cold metal instrument from a nearby tray. The click of it opening as he adjusts it makes you flinch, and he notices, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks before he masks it. “Try to relax,” he repeats, his tone softer, and you feel the cold touch of the speculum against you as he gently inserts it. The sensation is uncomfortable, invasive, but there’s something about the way he’s watching you, the way his fingers linger just a bit too long as he adjusts the tool, that sends a conflicting wave of arousal through you. You’re getting wetter, embarrassingly so, and you’re certain he can see it, feel it, as he works.
His eyes flick up to yours again, just for a moment, and this time there’s no mistaking the heat in his gaze. He doesn’t say anything, but the air between you shifts, thickens with unspoken tension. The speculum is removed with a slow, careful motion, and you hear the faint clatter as he sets it aside. “Everything looks good inside,” he murmurs, his voice rougher now, quieter. “I’m going to do a manual check next. Just my fingers, okay? I’ll be gentle.”
Your heart pounds in your chest as he applies a small amount of lubricant to his gloved fingers. You feel the cool slickness as he presses them against your entrance, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push. The sensation is different from the speculum—warmer, more intimate, and you can’t help the way your breath hitches as he begins to explore, his fingers curving slightly, pressing against your inner walls. It’s supposed to be clinical, routine, but the way he moves, the way his touch lingers just a bit too long on certain spots, feels anything but.
“You’re doing great,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if he’s afraid someone outside might hear. His thumb brushes over your clit again, this time more deliberately, a slow, circular motion that makes your hips twitch involuntarily. Your eyes widen, a soft whimper escaping your lips before you bite down on them, trying to stay quiet. You glance at him, expecting an apology, an explanation, but instead, you see his jaw tighten, a dark hunger in his eyes as he watches your reaction.
He doesn’t stop. His thumb keeps moving, slow and steady, while his fingers continue to work inside you, pressing deeper, testing your responses. Every touch sends sparks through your body, and you feel yourself growing slicker, your arousal undeniable now. You’re mortified, but you can’t bring yourself to speak, to stop him, not when every nerve in your body is alight with need. The room is so quiet, the only sounds your shallow breaths and the faint wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mutters under his breath, so low you almost don’t hear it, but the words hit you like a punch, igniting a fresh wave of heat. His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and you feel your thighs tremble, your hands gripping the edges of the table for support. You’re trying to stay quiet, to keep your moans trapped behind your lips, but it’s so hard when he’s looking at you like that, his eyes dark and intense, drinking in every twitch, every shudder.
He shifts closer, his body now pressed against the edge of the table, his free hand resting lightly on your thigh as if to steady you—or himself. His fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur, and you let out a choked whimper, quickly biting your lip to muffle the sound. “Shh,” he breathes, his voice a husky whisper. “We gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing how good this feels, do we?”
The implication of his words sends a thrill through you, and you shake your head, your chest heaving as you try to control your breathing. His thumb speeds up on your clit, the pressure just right, and you feel the tension building, coiling tight in your core. He’s pushing boundaries, testing how far he can take this, and you’re letting him, caught in the haze of pleasure and the fear of being caught.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking responsive. You’re dripping all over my hand. You like this, don’t you? Getting off in my office like a dirty little patient?”
His words are filthy, shocking in this sterile setting, and they push you closer to the edge. You nod, unable to speak, your nails digging into the table as you fight to stay silent. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, and his thumb is relentless, driving you higher and higher until you’re teetering on the brink. You’re so close, your body trembling, and he knows it, the smirk on his lips telling you he’s enjoying every second of this.
“Gonna come for me?” he whispers, leaning in slightly, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “Gonna make a mess right here in my office? Be a good girl and let go. I wanna feel it.”
That’s all it takes. The pressure snaps, and your orgasm crashes over you, intense and overwhelming. Your walls clench around his fingers, and a gush of fluid escapes, soaking his hand, the table, even splashing onto the floor. You’re squirting, something you’ve never done before, and the sensation is so powerful that you can’t hold back the soft cry that slips out, quickly muffled by your hand clamping over your mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans quietly, his voice thick with lust as he watches the mess you’ve made. “So fucking hot. Look at all this. You’re a goddamn fountain.”
Your body is still trembling, aftershocks rippling through you as he slowly pulls his fingers out, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet room. You’re panting, your face flushed with embarrassment and lingering pleasure, as you look down at the puddle beneath you. You can’t believe what just happened, can’t believe you lost control like that, but the way he’s looking at you—hungry, predatory—tells you he’s far from done.
“Shit, we’ve made a mess,” he whispers, a dark chuckle in his tone as he strips off his gloves, tossing them into a bin. “But I’m not finished with you yet. Not even close.”
He stands, moving to the side of the table, and you notice the bulge straining against the front of his slacks. The sight makes your mouth water, even as your mind screams that this is wrong, that you should stop, but your body is already craving more. He leans over you, his hand cupping your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His touch is warm, possessive, and his thumb brushes over your lips, a silent question hanging in the air.
You part your lips without thinking, and he slips his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue. “Suck,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl, and you do, your tongue swirling around the digit as your eyes lock with his. The taste of salt and latex lingers, but it’s the heat in his gaze that has your core clenching again, already aching for more.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his thumb out with a quiet pop. “You’re gonna be real quiet for me, aren’t you? Can’t let anyone hear what a slut you are, getting fucked by your doctor.”
The crude words send a shiver through you, and you nod, your voice a shaky whisper. “I’ll be quiet.”
“That’s right,” he says, his hand trailing down your neck, over the thin fabric of the gown, until he’s cupping one of your breasts, thumbing over your hardened nipple through the material. “Because if you’re not, I’ll have to stop. And you don’t want that, do you?”
“No,” you breathe, arching into his touch, desperate for more despite the risk, the insanity of it all.
He smirks, stepping back to undo his belt with a quiet clink, the sound deafening in the stillness of the room. Your eyes are glued to his hands as he unzips his slacks, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, and your breath catches at the sight. He’s bigger than you expected, and the thought of him inside you, here, in this office, sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.
“See what you’ve done to me?” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly as he steps closer, positioning himself between your legs again. “You’re gonna take every inch of this, and you’re gonna do it quietly. Understand?”
“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with anticipation as he lines himself up with your entrance. The tip of him brushes against your folds, slick with your earlier release, and you bite your lip hard to keep from moaning.
He pushes in slowly, stretching you, filling you, and the sensation is almost too much after your recent orgasm. Your walls flutter around him, still sensitive, and he lets out a low, guttural sound, his hands gripping your hips to steady himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes, his voice a harsh whisper. “Feels so fucking good. Like you were made for this cock.”
You whimper softly, your hands clutching the edges of the table as he sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside you. The fullness is overwhelming, and you feel your body adjusting, accommodating him, as he holds still for a moment, letting you catch your breath. His eyes are on yours, dark and intense, watching every flicker of emotion on your face.
“Shh, don’t make a sound,” he warns, his voice low and rough as he starts to move, slow, shallow thrusts that make your toes curl. “Just take it. Let me fuck you like the dirty girl you are.”
The words, the rhythm of his hips, the risk of someone walking in—it all builds into a dizzying haze of pleasure. His thrusts grow deeper, harder, but still controlled, careful, the table beneath you creaking ever so slightly with each movement. You’re hyper-aware of every sound, every breath, biting down on your lip so hard you taste blood to keep from crying out.
His hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit again, and he rubs it in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation driving you wild. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as he leans over you, his other hand bracing himself on the table. “Gonna soak my cock this time? Make another fucking mess for me?”
The dirty talk pushes you closer, and you nod frantically, your body arching beneath him, chasing that high. His pace quickens just slightly, the sound of skin against skin muffled but unmistakable, and you feel the tension coiling again, tighter, hotter. His fingers on your clit are relentless, and soon you’re right there, teetering on the edge.
“Fuck, do it,” he growls, his voice a harsh whisper. “Come for me. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me.”
Your orgasm hits hard, your vision spotting as your body convulses around him, another gush of fluid escaping, coating his cock, his thighs, the table beneath you. You clamp your hand over your mouth, stifling the moan that threatens to escape, your entire body shaking with the intensity of it. He groans quietly, his thrusts faltering as your walls milk him, and you feel him twitch inside you, his own release close.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he mutters, his voice strained, and with one final thrust, he buries himself deep, spilling inside you, hot and thick. His breathing is ragged, his grip on your hips bruising as he rides out his climax, and you’re both trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you in the oppressive silence of the room.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, the only sound your shared, uneven breaths. Then, slowly, he pulls out, the wet sound of it obscene, and you feel his release drip out of you, adding to the mess on the table. He steps back, tucking himself away and zipping up his slacks with shaking hands, while you lie there, boneless, still catching your breath.
“Shit,” he whispers, a dark chuckle in his tone as he looks at the state of the room, the evidence of what just happened. “We’ve got to clean this up quick. Can’t have anyone walking in on this mess.”
He helps you sit up, his touch gentler now, almost tender, as he grabs a handful of paper towels from the counter, wiping down the table, the floor, even between your thighs with a quiet efficiency. You’re still dazed, your body humming with leftover pleasure, as you adjust your gown, trying to make yourself look presentable again.
“Next time, we’re finding somewhere more private,” he murmurs, his voice low, a smirk playing on his lips as he tosses the used towels into a bin. “Unless you like the thrill of almost getting caught.”
Your cheeks burn at his words, but there’s no denying the thrill still lingering in your veins. You don’t answer, just nod slightly, and he chuckles again, softer this time.
“Alright, you’re all done here,” he says, slipping back into his professional tone, though there’s a lingering heat in his eyes as he looks at you. “Everything checked out fine. I’ll see you at your next appointment... or sooner, if you’d like.”
You stand on shaky legs, smoothing down your gown, and murmur a quiet “Thank you” as you head for the door, your mind reeling from what just happened. As you step into the hall, the distant sounds of the waiting room grounding you back in reality, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll take him up on that unspoken invitation.
Hello i thought it is an easier way to keep things on track for me and you!:D part 3
Hope your weekend is lovely<3 and now some annoucements:
Been taking some time off because i was very sick recently, which got me hooked on Animal Crossing: New Horizons I will go mad before i finally reach 3 stars HOW MANY MORE FLOWERS U NEED ISABELLE
And also moving my stuff from Ellipsus from yucky google so I am a little bit all over the place
TFR — no progress:/
IKC — need to start chapter 2
Number game thingy — that one submission is looking at me and judging me
Bestie!Hyunjin x GN! Reader — a Stayblr request (you should join Stayblr btw) currently writing, but almost done, I want it out around next week so hopefully it is out soon (I just need to send to beta reader and a lovely Stayblr editor~ )
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Misc.: been thinking revamping my blog, so if you have any ideas hit me up in asks or DMs or on my discord if you know me over there
