THIS POST CONTAINS ! smut [d/s dynamics. mentions of—cum. fingering. oral—f.rec. subspace. toys. aftercare.] minho has a longer part bc i love him <3
💌 writers block and i are fighting, and man, im getting my ass beat. hope someone likes this <3
CHAN ! is the sweetest soft dom on the planet. taking care of and showering you in praises is just something that comes naturally to him. chan has got all the patience in the world for you—anything you want and/or need, he'll give it to you, twice over. he's all about your pleasure, even putting it before his own. just loves being all sweet to you (making you cum is a bonus). and while normally, receiving praises makes him a bit shy, he loves when you vocalize how good he made you feel.
MINHO ! loves fucking you into subspace. once that film crosses over your eyes and you're mumbling words to him, holding onto him tightly, is when he realizes how much you've got him wrapped around your finger. minho would literally do anything to please you, and once you enter subspace, it gives him even more of a reason to be extra doting on you. sometimes, he can be a tease, but the second you tell him to knock it off, he'll give you whatever you want. for minho, i think a lot of it is also psychological, as well. he likes to softly take you apart, and sweetly put you back together again. you could try being anything but good for him and he's gonna give you a pout and tell you how 'this isn't you, baby'. easily putting you back into that good, subby headspace.
CHANGBIN ! sometimes can't help being rough, so he makes sure aftercare is super sweet. he's very playful with you—changbin doesn't want sex or the scene you've created to feel like a chore for you or him. i think changbin likes for you to be a pillow prince(ss), most of the time. all you need to do is sit back, relax, and be your pretty self; let him do all the work. absolutely loves it when you reach up for him, wanting to feel his skin against your fingertips. it makes him feel desired, which in turn makes him want to keep treating you.
HYUNJIN ! rewards you constantly—any and everything you do is deserving of a reward in his eyes. he's very sensual, too, as this is something the both of you are supposed to enjoy. honestly, he's quite a needy dom and hopes that you need him just as much, if not more than he needs you (and you do). hyunjin takes his time with you, not wanting to overwhelm you too much, and if you ever need to stop and take a break, he grants that—giving you space if needed or showering you in kisses and hugs.
JISUNG ! can't help but give you every single thing you want. you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours and tell him the things you want him to do to you?? really, jisung being a soft dom is more about having fun together. shedding away some of the seriousness that comes with him being more of a hard dom or vice versa. can't get his mouth off of you—lips trailing everywhere on your body, planting wet kisses and sucking marks onto your skin. loves when you suck his fingers after they've already been inside you.
FELIX ! is a pleasure dom—he gets off on getting you off, it's like he's addicted to making you cum and feel good. loves mutual aftercare—you really care about his wellbeing and want to take care of him, felix appreciates that (it makes him hard, too). really enjoys getting all warm and cuddling after he's got you all cleaned up. from him eating you out, to fucking you open, to running a nice bath for you; it's a lovely bonding experience and felix is glad to share it with you.
SEUNGMIN ! loves taking care of his sweet baby so much. he's always extra reassuring, and if you're ever nervous or shy about (doing) something, he guides you through it—just take everything step by step, breath by breath. likes making you wear pretty plugs to get you all stretched out for him; making you keep it inside of you for hours until you're both ready. seungmin is patient, he has all the time in the world when it comes to you—which means he can be a tease and edge you sometimes. but he always rewards you for taking it so well.
JEONGIN ! likes to spoil you—showering you with kisses, cuddles, making you cum back to back on his tongue, fingers, and then his dick. spends so much time between your thighs just eating you out and when he's not fucking his fingers into you, he's intertwining them with yours, holding your hand through it. likes to give you small orders just to see if you'll obey them because he gets off on having power over you—and when you do, jeongin decides he has no other choice than to make you cum a few times as appreciation.
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synopsis: you and felix have been friends since you were kids; one day, you decide to treat your best friend to the perfect picnic date... wait, uh, did i say 'date', i mean― (reading playlist)
!! this fic is a part of @bruh-changbin's spring fling writing collab !!
warnings: food mention. gn!reader. not proof-read, as always lol. f2l (friends to lovers)-type fluff <3
word count: 3.4k
According to the occasional sign that passes by your car as you pull up onto a dirt road, you and Felix are somewhere in Hwagae.
Felix asks, as he did the entire way to this country destination, "Are we there yet?".
“Yeah, we’re finally here, ‘Lixie.” You giggle softly, nodding with a warm smile as you fling yourself from the car.
“Let's gooo~!” Felix exclaims as he leaps from the car. He looks over at you as he fiddles with something in the boot, then glances around at his surroundings.
There is no sign of any other cars in the area. In the distance he can hear children laughing, birds singing, and the occasional scurry of some hidden creature doing its thing. There are plenty of trees growing, just like your apartment houseplants, but without the undercurrent of fear; they form a canopy over the road, giving the area a feeling of secretivity. As a gentle breeze blows, the fresh scent of wild mint and damp soil is wafted through the air; overhead, the rustling leaves are occasionally pierced by golden shafts of sunlight.
Felix feels a smile spread across his face. “How did you find this place? It's lovely,” he remarks, and turns his attention back to you.
“I’ve wanted to come with you for a while, but it’s even better during cherry blossom season,” You grin, closing the boot with a gentle click. Felix follows behind you as you set off with a woven basket in hand, casting his eyes over the dirt track that leads into the woods.
“There’s more?” he asks uncertainly.
You clamber over a low metal gate, then turn to watch him follow your lead. “Of course there’s more! I didn’t bring you here just to show you a road, sunshine” You exclaim, almost skipping in place as you grin at Felix. He glances uncomfortably down at the dirt track; when you follow his gaze, you snort in realisation. “Oh ‘Lix I– I promise not even a speck of dirt will dare to stick to your pristine shoes,” You reassure him, with a wave of your hand, “I haven’t brought you here to dirty you up, angel, I promise.”
“Well I―,” Felix stammers, his thoughts running away with him.
You give him a puzzled look, before your mouth falls open. At first, you only make a series of unintelligible noises, until you finally regain control of his tongue. “Come on,” you say, brushing hastily past the moment. You thrust a hand out towards Felix, and look at him over the top of your sunglasses. “I promise, it’s worth it. Please?”
Felix feels himself melting, just a bit. "Well, if you insist," he says, and reaches out to take your hand.
You smirk in return. “I always do,” he grins, and hauls Felix awkwardly over the stile.
The walk is not too strenuous, but Felix is a bit panting and suspects you have deliberately slowed his pace to stay with him. For around five minutes, you walk together, through the quiet hush of the trees in comfortable silence, until you reach the hilltop; despite leading the way thusfar, you suddenly step aside as the path heads out of the clustered woods and towards the crest of the hill.
“I don’t want to ruin the view,” you say lightly.
Felix smiles. “I hardly think the sight of you could ruin anything,” he says softly, because he believes it and because he can, and he relishes the way that you always huff a short laugh in response to such compliments.
“I mean it. I'll be right behind you." You blush, glancing over briefly at the blonde.
Felix gives you a quizzical look, but you merely return it with an enigmatic smile of your own, so Felix gives up on questioning him and starts walking. True to your word, he hears your boots crunching on the path a few steps behind him.
He steps out of the trees and into a green field, abundant with wildflowers. Children playing here can be heard louder here, far enough away to be an undertone instead of an intrusion. In the flower-strewn paths he ascends, butterflies and bumblebees bobble throughout the air lazily. There is, he realises, a large tree at the top of it, its branches spreading into the sky as though throwing themselves up in exultation. It must be nearing noon as the sun hangs high in the sky. This washes the land with a golden wash of light which glints off the dappled leaves of the tree.
The land falls away as Felix crests the hill, and his breath catches in his lungs. The hill flattens out a bit at the top before tumbling down, and Felix’s eyes widen in delight as he takes in the view.
Fields stretch out as far as he can see, dotted with sheep and yet more bright spots of wildflowers waving in the breeze. A stream trickles gently through the midst of them, seemingly in no hurry to make its way along as it splashes playfully over scattered rocks. The woods sweep off to the east, looming over the meadows and leaving their cool shade to meet the tender warmth of the sun. Just where his vision begins to waver, over to the west, stands a small village watching over the fields, its clock tower just beginning to strike noon on the edge of his hearing. Felix's mouth falls open as you approach him, his eyes gazing out over everything as you both stand in the shade of the enormous tree above you.
“(Y/n)...” He murmurs in astonishment, and you nod beside him.
“I know,” You say, and the warmth in your voice makes Felix turn to you excitedly.
You keep looking out over the land with a small smile tugging at your soft lips, turning towards the sunlight like a hero emerging from the depths of winter. “This is all good, right?”
“All go―? (Y/n), it’s– it’s beautiful,” Felix breathes as he looks out over the countryside.
“It certainly is,” You say softly, and Felix realises with a flash that you have not strayed your gaze from his freckled face. He opens his mouth to protest, when his own line of sight falls beyond the edge of the tree’s branches, midway between the light and the shade.
Felix’s favourite large pastel blanket is spread out over the grass; beside it is a gently bulging wicker basket and several bottles of sparkling water.
“Ready for lunch?” You drop to your knees to start unbuckling the straps on the picnic basket.
“You-,” Felix breathes as wonder courses through him. He mentioned something once during an awkward moment, half a century ago, and now here kneels a demon atop a picnic blanket.
"Hm?" You give him a sidelong glance as he concentrates on opening the basket.
Felix’s eyes do not move from him. “You really didn’t have to do all this,” he repeats, no less stunned.
Your hands still. Eventually, his eyes still on the basket, he murmurs, “Well, I did say I’d treat you to something delicious, didn’t I?”
Felix swallows. His stomach is fluttering as though filled with butterflies, and he feels as though he could soar through this beautiful azure horizon, alongside his heart. “Yes, I suppose you did.”
You laugh in delight, and shrug. “I mean, you mentioned to the boys how much you’ve been wanting a simple picnic, it’s nothing really,” you say, your voice softening as you gaze unblinkingly at Felix.
“It’s not nothing, (Y/n) I―,” Felix says, swallowing hard.
“Hey, don’t get all sappy on me yet, you haven’t even seen the food yet,” You say easily, but your eyes are shining, and his lips are parted in a broad smile.
It takes no effort at all for Felix to drop to his knees in front of you. He shuffles forward until you are both face to face, and for the first time in your long friendship, he wraps his arms around you.
You freeze in his embrace for a second, and then all but melt against him. Your arms creep up hesitantly, as though you’re not certain what to do, but eventually, they envelop Felix in his hold. After a moment, you heave a long, wavering sigh, as though releasing a breath you’ve held for aeons.
The sun shines over you both. Birdsong seems to flare, filling the air with triumphant chirps and trills, as Felix hooks his chin over your shoulder and breathes in the scent of him. You groan softly, and turn your face into Felix’s neck.
You both kneel together for a few moments, silently enjoying the embrace. Felix takes the opportunity to hesitantly rake his fingers through the soft strands of your hair. Privately he admires the way the sun turns it into a halo of fire, whilst you settle your arms around Felix’s soft middle and sigh contentedly.
“Well,” Felix says after a moment, and grins in surprised delight when the feel of his breath against your neck makes you shiver. “This is really nice, don’t 'cha think?”
"Mmm," you murmur, and Felix feels the way his face screws into a moue of distaste against his throat at his choice of words. Still, he doesn’t snap back as he so often does; instead, he says lightly, “Worth waiting for, I’d say. But I didn’t bring you here for us to end up cuddling.”
“You didn't?” Felix pouts, casting his eyes over the breathtaking scene you has offered up to him.
You grumble indignantly in his grasp, squirming in a half-hearted attempt to break the embrace. “Shut up, angel,” he huffs, and Felix pulls back far enough to see a tell-tale flush to your cheeks. He beams at him, endlessly charmed, and earns an impatient growl from the demon. “Now, come on, I brought you here to give you a picnic, and I put a lot of effort into it, y'know!”
“Oh yeah, did you bring cake?” Felix asks, his interest suddenly piqued. He pulls back to try and peer into the opened basket, and sighs when he finds you smirking at him. “Oi!,” he protests, pouting petulantly. “I know you joke about me being a chronic sweet tooth but… I’m just craving some cake, okay? Or maybe some―”
“―brioche?” You finish, and as he speaks, a loaf rises from the depths of the basket and waggles itself enticingly in front of Felix. He briefly tries to summon up some semblance of indignance, before he catches sight of the label on its bag.
Plates of sandwiches rise from the basket, arranged neatly with their crusts removed. A gently quivering quiche follows them, still steaming as though not long removed from the oven. A few pies trail along behind it, then sausage rolls, and then – “Oh, when did you make sodduk sodduk?” Felix asks in delight.
“Mmmmm,” You think, watching indulgently as Felix gives up on resisting temptation and snatches one out of the basket. “Just before I woke you up this morning, I know you love it.”
Felix smiles warmly, watching as desserts emerge from the basket. His eyes are drawn to the fairy cakes you place merrily on the blanket.
It takes Felix a moment to wrestle his tongue back under his control as he stares at you, “We can’t eat all this!”.
You drop down on the blanket to sprawl out on his back, propping yourself up on your elbows. You smile amusingly at Felix as he crosses his feet at the ankle and basks in the sun. “Nobody’s saying you have to. You can do whatever you want, sunshine.”
He has a brief moment of indecision, surrounded as he is by so much tempting food, before he follows his instincts and reaches for a sandwich. It is delicious – you know that whipped cream and strawberries, a particular favourite of his. The instinctive groan that spills unselfconsciously from his lips is echoed by a throaty chuckle from you. Felix swallows past the lump in his throat and shoots you a peevish look. “You are planning to join me, right?” he asks.
His mouth is suddenly dry, but the sparkling water takes care of that after a moment, and the bubbles fizz on his tongue like so many words unsaid. His stomach, already beginning to protest after Felix made sure to have a helping of every savoury item on offer, swirls dizzily as he watches you wriggle to make yourself even more comfortable with a satisfied sigh.
You look more relaxed than Felix has seen you in a very long time. As Felix casts his eyes fondly along the line of his long, lean body, he suddenly feels a giddy rush of warmth.
“Summer is certainly on the way, isn’t it?” he chuckles as he analyses the feeling, quietly certain that the heat has nothing to do with it.
In response, you hum as Felix suns himself, tilting his head back towards the sky. It bares the elegant line of his neck perfectly.
Felix fiddles with the cuff of his jacket. “Perhaps I’ll just,” he mutters to himself, and stands up decisively.
He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it neatly over the tree branch alongside your coat. He hesitates for a moment, feeling the heat of the sun on the back of his neck, before unbuttoning his shirt and placing it alongside his jacket. He sighs in relief when the slightest hint of a breeze flows over his forearms as he rolls his shirtsleeves up. Finally, he unties his shoes, tucks his socks into them, and leaves both neatly on the grass beneath the tree.
Taking a moment to inspect the gnarled bark of the tree, Felix sighs softly to himself. The weight of years gone by hangs over him, but not unpleasantly; it drapes over him comfortingly, like a warm blanket on a winter night, keeping away the cold.
Ten years. You’ve done so much together. Travelled to various countries. Vied and bickered and laughed together in the midst of wonders and depravities. Got in each other’s way and then deliberately stepped aside, in a dance that ebbed and flowed through the years. And now you have the chance to continue to be together. And you and Felix have the chance to… what? What is left to do, after doing so much together? Felix turns to look at you, not surprised to find your eyes already fixed on him.
Felix walks out from the shade of the tree and seats himself by your side, closer than he would have done a mere week ago. The sun bathes him in its light as he stretches his legs out and props himself up on one hand. He looks down as you stare back up at him. “(Y/n), you know you didn’t have to do this for me.”
“I know,” You say, earnestly. “But I wanted to.”
“Y- You do so much for me,” Felix adds, his words tumbling from his mouth faster than he meant. He stops, takes a breath, and releases it slowly to calm the hammering of his heart. “And I appreciate that, I really do.”
“I know,” You repeat. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you admire the blush spread across Felix’s freckled cheeks.
“I really shouldn’t ask any more of you when you’ve given me so much,” Felix says. He smiles shyly at you. “But I do have a favour to ask.”
“Anything,” You raise an eyebrow at Felix. “Anything you want. Just name it.”
Felix leans closer to hover hesitantly over you. “Would you let me kiss you?” he asks softly. He cannot help the gentle laugh which escapes him as your eyes widen.
“Kiss me?” You echo, the words stuttering in his throat as you gape up at Felix.
“I’ve never kissed someone before and..." Felix admits easily. “I’d say there’s never been anyone I wanted to kiss, but that isn’t quite true.”
“I… yes,” You manage to stumble through your response.
Felix nods. “I didn't know that I could have, before… well. Everything. And I can’t promise to be good at it―”
“― Sunshine,” You interrupted, suddenly finding your voice. You stare up at Felix, his eyes crinkling fondly despite his impatience. “Please, kiss me.”
He leans in, curling onto his side to hover over you on one arm. His free hand rises to settle on your face, hesitantly at first. However, he gently cups his chin and raises it slightly, his thumb brushing over the sharp line of his jaw. You allow himself to be moved without protest as Felix leans closer and, with a final intake of breath, presses their lips together.
It should, perhaps, feel like an anti-climax. It is a kiss ten years in the making, after all, and for a moment, you suspect neither of you know what to do. And then... and then his lips parted. You tangle a shaking hand in Felix’s hair with a groan. Something seems to click into place as he moans softly in return and eagerly presses even closer.
A long, fevered moment passes. When you part, leaving a few inches between your lips and his, you both smile. “Well,” Felix says, his husky voice sending goose bumps across your body, as he leans down to nuzzle his nose against you, almost as if every fibre of his being is crying out to have more contact with you.
Felix wants to be rid of the expression, so he leans close again, and kisses your lips until they part in a moan of happiness. Then he draws back in satisfaction. “(Y/n),” Felix sighs, grinning as he cannot resist the temptation to kiss you again. And again. And a few more times after that, just because he can.
You bask in the attention for a while, until eventually you pull away from Felix to indicate the picnic with a jerk of your head. “What about that?” you ask petulantly, your kiss-swollen lips twitching as you hide a smirk.
Felix giggles in surprise. “Oh. Yeah, I forgot.”
“But I got all those desserts for you,” You protest in something close to a whine; levelling a knowing look at Felix. “You don’t have room for one bite of dessert?”
“Well,” Felix says, drawing out the word as his eyes are drawn to the spread. He shoots you a sheepish look. “Perhaps just one?”
He ends up eating a slice of apple pie with your head in his lap. His fingers slide across your cheeks as you both lie in companionable silence, the future stretching out ahead of them just as tangibly as the picturesque countryside.
“It really is wonderful here,” Felix says as you doze beneath the combined force of the sun and the angel’s delicate touches.
“Mmm,” You agreed, not bothering to open your heavy eyes. Instead you tilt your head and lean closer to Felix’s hand. “We can stay, if you want.”
“Stay?” Felix gazes out at the fields, eyes fixed on the distant cityscape. “For how long?”
You yawn. “Oh, I dunno. Today. Forever. For however long you want, angel.”
brat!reader, brat tamer!yeonjun, soft dom!yeonjun, very mild choking, dry humping, established relationship, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, strip jenga, unprotected sex, reader is called “baby” “babe” and “good girl”
~3.1K word count
posted: april 11, 2022
You hate games. They’re for children. At least, that’s the excuse you gave to Yeonjun when he asked you to play Scrabble with him during a power outage. The two of you had fortunately found a lamp that lit up enough of the living room of your apartment, so you camped in there and tried to find something to keep you two busy.
“Come on, babe, I’m bored. Just play one game with me,” your boyfriend spoke with a whiny tone, attempting to win you over with puppy dog eyes, “I’ll even let you pick.”
You heaved a sigh and sunk further into the couch cushion, “Jun, I’m really not in the mood.”
“Please, babe, I’m going to lose my mind,” he took your hand in his, gripping it in desperation. It was almost laughable, “What if we did a game that wasn’t childish?”
“Like what?” you peered up at him with curious eyes, and suddenly you regretted asking. Because the look in his eyes told you his brain was up to no good.
“Like a strip game.”
“I have never heard a more college boy sentence come out of your mouth before,” you rolled your eyes as you looked back down at your lap where your hands twisted the strings on your pajama shorts.
“You’re just refusing because you know you’ll lose,” he smirked, “It’s okay. I can go easy on you, if you want.”
Prick. That’s what you called him in your head, because he knew you too well. He knew you were competitive; more importantly, he knew you didn’t like being patronized. Honestly, the two of you avoided playing games together because the both of you were too competitive, and games always ended in an argument or silent treatment from one of you being a sore loser. But none of that mattered now. You just wanted to make him eat his words.
Several minutes later, you were sitting next to him on the floor, the coffee table in front of you. You decided on Jenga as your game of choice, so you helped him stack up all the wooden blocks. Then, the game was on.
The first round was unusually quiet, full of concentrated stares as you calculated the best pieces to remove from the tower. You won, but Yeonjun made sure to win the second round. Your socks and his shirt were removed. He was going easy on you the first round to get you excited, but now he was in it to win. You played three more rounds, tensions growing with each one. Yeonjun won the third round only to be beat by you for the next two. Your shirt came off, and his pants and socks were the next to go. Luck didn’t look to be in his favor for this round.
“Any day now,” you mocked him, noting that two minutes had passed since you took your turn. He waved at you dismissively, focusing on the tower in front of him. It looked like it could collapse from one breath, so he needed to pick the perfect piece or else he would lose, “Come on, you’re taking too long.”
“Shut it,” he spoke through gritted teeth. You hid a smirk as you watched him reach forward and pick a block from the top. His nimble fingers grasped it and paused. He moved so cautiously, like a character in a movie during a slow motion scene. But his effort proved to be fruitless as the tower swayed and then fell on the tabletop, sending numerous blocks over the edge onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a moment to process his defeat while you smiled victoriously.
“_______,” Yeonjun’s tone was a warning in itself, but you loved to push his buttons, so you continued.
“Awh, Junnie,” you teased with a smile stuck on your lips, “Nobody likes a sore loser. It’s okay, maybe you’ll win another game someday. In the meantime, let’s pick these up.”
You started to gather up the blocks in your hands, piling them up at the center of the table when you noticed how quiet Yeonjun got. The question of ‘what’s wrong?’ was about to slip from your lips when he suddenly caught your wrist in his grasp, keeping you from moving.
Your eyes met his as he said, “You’re right. Let’s play a different game.”
The darkness in his eyes, though possibly a trick of the light, didn’t go unnoticed by you. He had an ulterior motive, “Like what?“
“Like . . . one with our clothes off. I’m good at those. Plus, we’re already halfway there.”
As he spoke, his hand slid down your arm to your thigh, testing the waters that was your comfort. But again, he knew you too well. He knew exactly what to say and do to have you where he wanted you. He knew how weak you were for his caresses and his smoldering stare. He knew how much you loved being his little toy. And he knew you secretly loved games.
That was all he needed to get you on the couch, clothes off and lips tangled. He sat in only his boxers, with you straddling his lap in your shorts. Your lips moaned against his in the messy make out session you were wrapped up in. You didn’t even realize you were grinding your clothed core against his until his hands were holding onto your hips tight enough to make you stop. Yeonjun pulled away from your lips with furrowed brows.
“Quit moving, baby.”
“But it feels good,” you pouted, arms circling around his shoulders. A tiny groan of pleasure escaped your lips as you dragged your center over his bulge again. Your boyfriend’s lower lip was pulled between his teeth and his eyelids flickered shut. He took a deep breath, then looked up at you with a stern glint in his eyes. His hands gripped your hips with more strength, forcing you to a halt. You humphed in disappointment.
“Don’t be a brat, ________.”
“Or what, Jun?”
The lamp light casted shadows on his face, making the sinister look in his eyes even more intimidating. It caused a shiver to run down your spine. He wet his full lips before displaying a small, mischievous smirk. His hands ran up from your waist to your bra, effortlessly unhooking it. It fell off of you with ease, and was forgotten once he tossed it aside.
“I’ll fuck the brat out of you,” he said nonchalantly before leaning forward and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His eyes stayed trained on yours as his tongue laved over your sensitive skin. His words were mumbled against your chest, “You want that?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, eyelids fluttering as you subconsciously ground your hips on his again.
“Then let’s get these off.”
Yeonjun’s hands were swift in taking off his boxers while you stripped off your shorts and panties. He helped you back onto his lap, letting your bare pussy hover over his hardening length. You were getting desperate and practically humping him. He found it adorable how needy he made you, smiling up at you while you pathetically whimpered for more.
He moved one hand up to your neck, caressing you as he pulled you to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest while your lips met in a hot mess of tongues and horny purring. His teeth tugged lightly on your lip before he moved down to kiss your neck.
“Yeonjun,” you moaned, trying to get his attention. He merely hummed, continuing to leave wet kisses along your heated skin, “I need you.”
“You got me, baby.”
You could feel his teasing smirk tickling your collarbone.
“You know what I mean,” you whined. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling his pumping heart underneath his muscles. They flexed under your touch, then they vibrated as a low chuckle erupted from him. The next whine that left your mouth was cut short by a moan as you felt the pads of his fingertips massaging your inner labia. He moved to your clit, relishing in the needy noises you made for him. You bucked up against his fingers, shivering when he rubbed the sensitive button just right, “Fuck.”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yeah,” you spoke through an unstable breath, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Yeonjun could feel it too, your arousal slicking the tips of his fingers as he rubbed them over your slit. You were ready. So, he watched your expressions change intently as he sunk two fingers into your hole. Your lips parted in a gasp, and next thing you knew, you were rocking your hips with the calculated movements of his fingers as they thrusted in and out of you.
“You look gorgeous fucking my fingers, baby.”
“Bet I’ll look even prettier when I cum on them,” you tried to nonchalantly remark, but your voice wavered with the shiver that ran down your back. His fingers were massaging your walls so slowly, yet meticulously, that you were almost certain you could cum at any second.
“Is that right? You’re close already?” he asked, and like an idiot, you were oblivious to the sly tone of his voice.
“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded, humping his fingers brainlessly. Within seconds you went from feeling like a buzz of electricity to a fizzling-out soda. You whined and shifted your hips in a desperate, pathetic attempt for sympathy as Yeonjun withdrew his fingers from your center.
You looked down to see him smirking up at you deviously as he stuck his essence-coated digits between his lips. A pit of annoyance bubbled in your chest as you groaned, “What was that for?”
“For being a brat,” he answered matter-of-factly, “Doesn’t feel good when you don’t get your way, huh?”
“Oh, bite me,” you scoffed, subconsciously grinding your soaked core against his thigh. He visibly swallowed before he effortlessly maneuvered you onto your back on the couch cushions. He laid between your hips, taking his turn to grind his bulge against your pussy. The glint of lust in your eye offset the angry jut of your lip.
“Now . . . are you gonna quit being a brat, or should I train you to be a good girl for me again?” he asked, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile when his hips rolled against yours and caused you to whimper.
“I-,” you were too busy thinking about how much better his dick would feel than his fingers did to really process what he was asking of you.
Yeonjun scoffed at your seemingly dumbfounded state, “What’s wrong? Can’t think straight until you get some dick? Is that it?”
You didn’t even respond; truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. So, you let your actions speak for you. Your legs propped up on the sides of his hips, and your hands pawed at his chest. You turned your head slightly to press a kiss on his forearm that was near your head, securing his body above yours.
“If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask, _________. Nicely.”
At this point, you were so desperate for him, that you would do whatever he asked of you, “Jun, please fuck me.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled before melding his lips with yours in a searing kiss. He focused on making out with you and delicately fondling your exposed breasts. Once he left a mark (or two) on your supple skin, he decided it was as good a time as any to take off his underwear,
Your head shook fervently in a nod, and a wanton moan left your mouth as he reached between you to slip his hard cock between your waiting folds. Your lower back arched off the couch while he sunk further and further inside of you, reaching the places that you couldn’t reach by yourself. He drew the most pornographic sounds out of you with his slow, rhythmic thrusts.
“S-so good,” you mumbled against his neck, lips lazily pressing kisses to it. Despite how nice they felt, he was determined to stay stern with you.
“Speak up, baby.”
“It feels good, Yeonjun. So good,” your words released in a drawn out whine, and then you were suddenly left gasping as his hips picked up speed. Your chest was heaving from the deep breaths you couldn’t contain. The feeling of your lower abdomen tensing up made you realize that you were closer to cumming than you thought you were. Yeonjun felt your warm walls tightening around him every few seconds, so he knew now was the time to conceive his plan.
His hand wrapped under your left thigh and pulled it up higher on his waist to allow him more room and a better angle to fuck you in. Your fingernails dug into his biceps as your lips and teeth clashed with his messily. A melody made up of yours and his noises filled the dimly-lit room, and your brain felt like mush when he grunted and pumped into you a little harder.
“I want you to cum for me, babe, can you?” he asked, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek. He pressed a deceivingly sweet kiss to your forehead as you nodded. Before he could even correct you, you were already quick to do it yourself.
“Yes! Yes, I’m close,” you spoke through uneven breaths that only got heavier the faster he moved. He sat back on his calves and got a good grip on your thighs, holding them in place as he chased his orgasm along with yours. Both of them were getting closer and closer, and with only seconds between them, you both came. His eyes screwed shut as he let out a groan of your name and his body stuttered between your legs. Goosebumps were left on your skin in the wake of his fingertips.
“Fuck,” you moaned as you clenched and creamed on his cock, your legs locking around his waist. He let out a short, breathy laugh at your expense, admiring your naivety for a moment longer before he went into action.
Just as you were coming down and recovering from your orgasm, you were slightly confused when Yeonjun continued to slowly—and seemingly deliberately—thrust into you. At first, you assumed he was just helping you through your high, but it quickly became obvious that he had ulterior motives. Those motives were apparent when he brought his thumb up to his mouth and let some of his saliva drip onto the pad of it.
“Jun- I’m done,” you panted, pulling yourself up onto your elbows. Everything clicked as you watched his hand moved down to your pussy where his dick relentlessly moved in and out of you. You mumbled out some small, pathetic ‘no. no. no’s, but you were left a victim to Yeonjun’s punishment as he started to rub small circles over your clit. Your hips sunk down into the cushions in an attempt to get away from his touch, but his hips chased yours. A ragged breath escaped you as his cock plunged back into you and the circles on your sensitive nub got faster.
“Jun,” you whined pitifully.
“I’m sensitive,” you squirmed again, legs twitching and shifting around him. His free hand pinned one of your thighs down as the other continued to torture you, “Please!”
“If you want me to stop you need to use your words, _______. You remember the word.”
You did. You had settled on a safeword early in your relationship with him, and you were fortunate enough to not have to use it often. It was rare that you were in a position like this, being overstimulated to the point of feeling like your body was on fire. As crazy as it made you feel, you had to admit you liked it.
“You heard me?” he asked, easing up just a little on you to ensure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable.
“Y-yes,” you nodded, swallowing your nerves.
“Okay. You’re a good girl, _______. You can take one more for me,” he assured you, wetting his lips as your eyes fluttered.
Your pussy felt like it was starting to ache; there was that familiar, tight sensation quickly beginning to form in your womb. Incoherent babbling mixed with a plethora of moans and whines was all that came out of you as you barreled towards a second, more intense orgasm. Yeonjun stilled his hips while he was seated deep inside of you, but kept his thumb moving in the same rhythm he began with.
“Jun. Ah, fuck,” your voice turned into a choked sob and tears sprung at the corners of your eyes as you came. You felt your entire body tense up, and every muscle in your body was screaming for it to end. Your hands flew from Yeonjun’s shoulders to your center, clawing at his wrist until he graciously pulled off of you.
“Shh,” he cooed gently, rubbing your thigh soothingly, “I know, baby, it’s over. You did so well for me. I’m proud of you.“
“I’m sorry I was a brat,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you laid there helplessly, catching your breath. Yeonjun could feel himself starting to drip with sweat from the sex and also the lack of an A/C. He smiled sweetly at you, leaning down to kiss you with a sense of tenderness.
“I don’t know if I believe you, but I’ll forgive you this time. Next time I won’t go so easy on you, alright?” he half-joked when his lips pulled away from yours.
“Yeah? I guess I’ll have to go easy on you next time we play Jenga then.”
“I think I’m over playing games,” he shrugged, pulling you up in a sitting position so he could hold your face in his hands. His eyes looked warm, but they held something else deep inside of them.
“Because you suck at them?” you grinned, reveling in the sight of his jaw tensing. You didn’t even notice his hand moving from your cheek to your neck until he was applying the slightest bit of pressure to it, making you let out a squeak of surprise.
“Watch it, _______. I wouldn’t be talking like that if I was as sensitive as you are.”
And without warning, he lightly slapped his fingertips against your folds, making you gasp. He was right; your pussy was still thrumming from the overstimulation it got. There was no way you could handle another round, at least not so soon.
When you didn’t respond with your usual snarky comment, he chuckled lowly, “That’s what I thought.”
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after one of my friends coming to me and explaining how a user messaged them and broke down and when they offered ways to help the user proceeded to blow up on their post saying that it’s their fault and that their blog isn’t a safe place (which is bs btw, i know for a fact that many enjoy and feel comfort from their blog), i realised that the disrespect for bloggers on tumblr needs to be addressed.
this call out isn’t here to make anyone feel embarrassed for past mistakes made or for you to attack someone who may have hurt you, this post is here to address the lack of respect and the sense of entitlement present on tumblr. now i know that it’s not just tumblr that deals with this issue, basically on all social media platforms today, people feel that they are entitled and that it’s okay to send hate or hurt people. but i notice this problem is significant on tumblr and i suspect that is because the anonymity that comes with this platform.
1.] Death threats.
i feel like i shouldn’t even have to say this because it’s so obvious, but apparently i do. Do not send death threats. i don’t care what your “reasoning” is, there is NEVER a good reason to tell someone to k-ll themself or tell someone that you’re going to k-ll them. yes you may be angry, or hurt, or frustrated, maybe you don’t agree with that person’s opinion, but death threats aren’t the answer. you wouldn’t tell someone to go k-ll themself irl would you ?? so why would you do it over social media, what’s the difference? the person may not know who you are but the impact is still the same. (also if you said yes to you would irl then please please get help. that isn’t an okay response.) you never know what someone is going through and sending that ask, message or reply, may just be the tip of the iceberg that causes a tragedy. imagine their friends, family; mum, dad, older brother, little cousin, great aunt, seeing on the news that their little baby, their loved one, is gone forever. was it really worth sending that threat ?? you might be thinking “that would never happen” but sadly you’re wrong, this happens so often and goes unnoticed because its so common. so when you’re thinking of a reply to send, be respectful, keep in mind that behind the screen is a human with emotions and a family and friends just like you.
one of the most basic things you should do, give people respect. the writers on here don’t own you anything, they have lives outside tumblr. they don’t have to post if they don’t want too. and please respect the rules that writers create for their blogs, rules are generally made to keep you and others safe, so please abide by them. if a blog is 18+ please don’t lie about your age, you may not think is a great deal, however, lying about your age can get the adults running the blog in a lot of trouble with the law. and if you truly are as mature as you say you are, then you wouldn’t lie about your age. it’s also really great if you keep your age in your bio somewhere, so blogs that post 18+ content don’t have to be wary or block you. if you think a rule is unnecessary or inappropriate then kindly ask the blogger about it, but if they don’t feel like sharing their reasoning, then that is okay. it is their blog. this leads into my next point about respecting rules, please check when requests are open before sending in a request. its not that hard to check someone’s navigation and if you’re still unsure then send a quick “are your requests open?” ask, its saves both us creators and yourself a lot of time if you check with us first. it can also be really hard for some people to turn others down and say no, so sending in requests whilst their requests are currently closed may mean they take on too much at once and never have time for themselves. if you want the best works from your favourite writer, then wait until their requests are open, so they can spend time putting the effort in, instead of feeling pressured. you should also respect writers/bloggers when they decide to take breaks from tumblr. tumblr can get very overwhelming and stressful as a content creator, constantly having people leave opinions about your work and sometimes none at all (we highly appreciate, reblogs and comments ! if you enjoyed what was posted then let us know so we keep posting more) and this can be mentally draining as well, so breaks are highly needed. so don’t freak out or attack creators if they take a break. WE HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE TUMBLR. if a blogger decides to post about something else other than their usual content, that is okay. when they first made their blog, they made it for them, so even if they have hundreds or thousands of followers their blog is still theirs and they can post whatever tf they want. if you don’t care for it then just move on and if it really bothers you then unfollow and find another blog that posts the content you’re looking for.
3.] We are human.
at the end of the day we are human. we are not your therapists. we are not your best friend. we are not your personal writers. if someone decides to have their dms/asks open to let you rants or ask for advice then that’s amazing! but don’t get mad at the advice and comfort they provide, they don’t know your whole life story, only the small amount of information you’ve provided in your ask. they also aren’t a qualified therapist. if you need help with something serious then to seek help from a professional. i understand if for whatever reason you can’t do that, so that’s why you seek help from those online, but you can’t expect them to do much more than listen. we also have our own issues and emotions that we might be going through. and if someone tells you that they can’t help you right now but they’ll listen to you in a few hours or tomorrow then respect that, sometimes we can’t provide immediate help. and we aren’t your best friend, so don’t bombard us with tmi or things that could be triggering, especially if you don’t know them that well. if you want to send something or ask about something that’s kinda tmi then ask first “hey is it okay if i talk to you about such and such topic?”, respect peoples boundaries. and like i said in the paragraph above, we are not your personal writers, most of us created our blogs for ourselves and to practice getting better at writing, so if we don’t have time for your request, then we don’t have time, end of story. please don’t fight us on this.
I’m sure there’s so much more i could go into but hopefully you get the gist of what im saying and i don’t want to write too much more since I’ve already wrote so much. respect people, be kind, be polite, use manners when speaking to people, just be civil. if i made any mistakes in this then please let me know <3 if you’ve made it to the end of this, thank you so much :)
i wanted to tag some blogs so the message can be passed on. if you can reblog this then that would be appreciated but no pressure. also i would love if you could send some of your friends or favourite writers or yourself some sweet messages :3 i think it would be lovely to spread more positivity on this hell site v_v
@sweethyuka , @sweetiehyuka , @babybearcookie , @theapocalypsesystem , @seo-thirst-bin , @planetdream , @gyuphorias , @fallinforgyu , @fvckbeom , @loverhyunn , @pr0dbeomgyu , @chaemoa , @chaerypop , @boba-beom , @skzkkun , @moonhoures , @xxatinyminionxx I’m sorry for tagging heh. also i wasn’t sure who to tag 😞
#important !! #writers and creatives on this site need so much love #*kisses all of u*
hi my pretty baby <3 a hard (?) thought that’s been on my mind has been sucking hyunjin’s fingers lol. idk why, but i just feel like he’d enjoy it a lot you know? even in non-sexual contexts, ur just hanging out and he puts his fingers in your mouth while he’s occupied on his phone or something idk
but i love u lots and hope things have been going well with you
my dream, your mind is incredible <33 i just know he'd whisper teasing words into your ear as he spoons you, focusing on the feeling of his slender fingers pump in and out of your mouth. and honestly for hyune, the sloppier the better :(( his mind would race as you desperately suck his fingers,, "you can barely handle my fingers, baby, how will you take my cock down this little throat?"
if he was lying behind you it wouldnt take long for him to grab your hips to grind into you as well, feeling your moan get trapped behind his fingers as he gags you as he ruts against your ass sdjkfdksb
EVEN NON-SEXUALLY, just imagine him painting or reading while you rest your head on his lap, lost in the feeling of his fingers brushing across your lips like his paintbrush to the canvas <3
but yep, oral fixation go brrr.
#and he'd cockily smirk the whole time PLEASE #the power this man has 3 #skz smut#planetdream #skzkkun replies ✦