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hi, just wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading your kinktober posts! it probs wasn’t easy writing and posting that often, so I just really wanted to let you how much I loved reading your work:) remember to take a break, you wholeheartedly deserve it💗
Thank you so much, sweets. This is so nice of you 🥺
I am very happy you enjoyed the past month's content and I am always happy to see you in my notifications đź’‹. I hope you also take good care of yourself during these times đź’•
trigger warning(s): sexual descriptions, mentions of threesomes, idk whatever the hell this is supposed to be because the initial draft got deleted and i feel like shit writing now
kinktober day 30 prompt: threesome
“Aren’t you the cutest?” Seokwoo giggles from the doorway.
You turn your head, eyelids fluttering open at his sweet voice. His eyes follow the way your hips grind down, fingers inviting him into bed. Seokwoo tilts his head to the side when a moan escapes your lips, a low grunt following closely.
“You always have fun without me,” Seokwoo smiles down at you, fingers caressing your rosy cheek when you throw your head back.
“She got a little too needy waiting for you,” Juho grunts, bucking his hips up to match your fast pace.
Seokwoo’s gaze switches from his friend back to you, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Is that so, you little nasty girl?”
You bite on your lower lip, one arm pulling Seokwoo down to your level. Another moan spills into the room when Juho bites your neck, his thrusts slowing down for a moment while Seokwoo snakes an arm around your waist. His fingers trace your hips, thumb circling your clit with a sly smile.
“Come,” you purr, locking lips with your other lover. “I need you too, Seokwoo.”
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the writing i wanted to prepare for day 31st of kinktober may be a little delayed and/or be posted in the beginning of the following month. work has been really making me struggle lately and my mental health is not in the brightest of places currently. i have yet to find the motivation to finish the pieces i am currently working on.
with this being said, i am more than grateful for everyone who participated in my kinktober event and who enjoyed my content.
trigger warning(s): sexually suggestive descriptions, alludes to oral (male receiving)
kinktober day 29 prompt: oral fixation
You are seated between Inseong’s legs, eyes peaking at the way his fingers tap on the hard book cover in front of him.
“Do you need anything, love?” he tilts his head with a faint smile.
His digit drags across the gold-painted letters while your big pupils follow it. You shake your head.
“Are you sure?”
He lifts his palm to caress your cheek as you nuzzled your face into him. His thumb passes around your lips, fingers ghosting around your chin. You grab his wrist, bringing it back to your face. Inseong can’t hide his smile at how cute you looked, puckering your lips for more. So innocent and sweet. It awakened a dark desire inside him to have all of you, to see his sweet baby on the verge of tears begging for more with her adorable whines.
He aligns two fingers in front of your glossy lips, which you more than readily take in your warm mouth. You suck on the tips slowly, lashes batting in Inseong’s direction, who struggles to keep a straight face. Your tongue circles around the tips, specks of glitter tainting his digits when you bob your head up and down. Inseong’s dick twitching, watching you smile as you take them fully in your warm mouth.
You were so cute even as you are whining when he pumps the fingers inside your mouth, your tongue laying flat underneath them. You hum as he pushes them further, greedy for his touch. Your tiny hands grip his thighs as your lashes flutter open, sweet eyes following the print of his growing bulge in his pajama pants as if asking if you could use your pretty lips on another part of him, too.
trigger warning(s): sexual descriptions, soft temperature play; pretty short
kinktober day 28 prompt: nipple play
“Does that feel good?” Chanhee’s eyes glisten with desire as he stares at your naked body.
Back arched and lips moaning his name; it was more than the answer he was looking for. Chanhee’s fingers dip into the bowl placed next to the bed one more time, fishing for another ice cube.
He smiles, watching your hazy eyes, head buried in the pillow. He places the ice between his lips before hovering on top.
Chanhee holds your hips in place despite your desperate whines for some friction. His hot breath fawns over your neck, icy droplets of water running past his chin and onto your skin. Another soft whine goes past your swollen rosy lips.
“Chanhee...”
Your boyfriend smiles, running his tongue over the ice cube in his mouth. He leaves a wet trail down to your chest, the tip of his tongue swirling around your perked nipples. A few drops of water fall down the middle of your chest, Chanhee cleaning everything with a smile.
He places the ice between his lips, running it over your chest and hard nipples. A shiver runs down your spine, the heat between your legs growing even more when your boyfriend’s teeth graze over the delicate buds. He bites gently, mouth rushing to leave chaste kisses all over your skin.
His lips are stiff and you tug at the black strands a little harder with each wet kiss. Filthy moans spill from your lips when Chanhee drops the melting ice over your chest. His fingers toy with it, dragging it around a little more over your chest and stomach each time you begged him to stop.
trigger warning(s): sexual descriptions, oral (male receiving), soft praise kink, curse words
kinktober day 27 prompt: face-fucking
Youngkyun has your hair in a makeshift ponytail, hips snapping against your parted lips. Your eyelids are closed, a soft hum escaping your throat each time your lover pushes his cock a little further.
“That’s right, take it all baby,” he encourages you.
Your fists ball in your lap, tongue pressed flat against his cock. Youngkyun groans at the warm, wet feeling of your mouth. You take him too well as if it’s something you’ve been dying to do all day.
Youngkyun never asks, but fuck, just the image of his pretty baby kneeling in front of him with her mouth open and tongue sticking out makes him go crazy. When you wrap your lips and bop your head, his palm gently guides your head to move faster.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he groans, throwing his head back.
You can tell he’s close by the way he thrusts his hips faster, deeper, almost making you gag. He loves it when you moan around his dick, eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to take all of him. He also fucking loves you when you’re so messy and sloppy, tongue swirling and sucking every inch of his cock.
“You’re such a dream,” Youngkyun’s breathless voice calls out to you.
You look at him with teary eyes, watching as he moans when you give the leaking tip some quick kitten licks. It’s not long before he comes undone with one last groan, strings of white running past your lips and down your chin.
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trigger warning(s): descriptions of violence, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, drugging, swear words, mentions of knives, mentions of blood, more violence
halloween horror special
“Can I get you anything else?” your bright eyes turned into crescent moons as you exchanged words with him.
He always came around on Thursdays; same time, same smile, same order. Ramen and a soda.
“Perhaps...” you notice him hesitate for a moment before breaking into another smile “nevermind.”
“I get off at seven,” you mouth as if reading his mind while rushing to greet another couple walking into the restaurant.
Youngkyun glanced in your direction again. Your fingers were caressing another man’s back. Someone he supposed was your manager, or maybe your boyfriend? His jaw clenches when he notices you lean against his shoulder, the man’s hand patting your head. Did you do that with every man? Did you like to play with them like some toys? He thought he was the only one deserving of your smile and giggles; the only person you needed in your life.
Youngkyun took a bite of his noodles. It was the same as ever, but somehow it tasted a little bitter today.
He did not wait for you in front of the restaurant after work the way you have expected. It felt bittersweet even though you knew close to nothing about your Thursday regular besides his name and the fact that he loved ramen.
Bracing yourself from the icy breeze, you walk towards the bus stop. It was a quiet night, with few close to no people outside. You lower your head, watching your dirty, old sneakers. Something shuffles behind you almost making you jump in surprise.
"Why am I such a scaredy-cat?" you sigh to yourself.
And then you hear it again once you quicken the pace. You don't turn around, eyes glued to the pavement; and there it was... another shadow trailing behind yours, cutting the corner towards the bus station with you. You want to run but your body won't listen, cold sweat dripping down your temples. You open your mouth to scream, but it comes out as a muffled noise. The footsteps closed in, a grim shadow without a face is the sole thing you can notice.
And then it all turned dark.
“Hm, you’re so pretty even with your face all messed up.”
You can faintly distinguish a voice; it sounds so familiar, you can almost picture it in your head. Your vision is still blurry, the sudden flash of light he points to your eyes making you whine.
“Did you have a nice nap? I got so bored waiting for you to wake up...” the voice trails off as the man clears his throat.
You blink repeatedly, squinting when he steps closer. He pushes you with his foot, turning you over. You jerk away from his touch, backing up into a darker corner.
“Don’t struggle, the rope will only hurt you more,” he sighs, watching you fight the tight knots around your wrists and legs. “You can never listen, can you?” he snaps, lowering himself down to your level when your fidgeting won’t stop.
Youngkyun.
You can barely stutter a "why" before tears rush down your cheeks. A sudden pain almost crushing your chest. You don’t have to look down to know you were injured badly. The pocketknife he didn’t try to hide still bloody, drops slowly tainting his blue jeans. He didn't have a single cut on him... it was your blood.
Youngkyun notices your big eyes at the sight of the weapon and he puts both arms up in defense.
“I didn’t hurt you...” he pauses, taking the knife out “I had to make sure you won’t be able to run away so I tied you and I got curious about your body...”
You blink, glancing down at your chest. Your favorite blue shirt was now full of dirt and specks of dry blood. Youngkyun cut it open down to your stomach along with your bra.
“Why? Why did you do this?”
The boy tilts his head, slight confusion in his eyes. Your mouth dries up when he uses the knife to lift your chin. The crimson tainted blade leaves its mark on your skin while you wince when Youngkyun draws another tiny cut on your cheek.
“I want to see you every day. I want you to be mine. I had to make you mine.”
“Youngkyun I...”
He shuts you up by forcefully pressing his mouth against yours. You don’t kiss him back, lips shut tight as you feel sick to your stomach thinking about it. His fingers tug at your hair; your mouth opening while you cry out in pain. He deepens the kiss in that moment, the firm grip he had on your hair bringing tears to your eyes.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
“Why can’t you appreciate what I did for you? I waited for you after work like you wanted.”
“You’re sick. You’re a fucking psycho,” you scream before Youngkyun’s leg kicks your ankle.
You wince in pain, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try to run away from his grip.
“I never said fucking kidnap me, you psycho,” you cry out after he grips your face.
“I even used my favorite butterfly knife on you,” he sighs, throwing the bloodied knife in front of you. "I never used it on anyone... but you."
“Please,” you sniff “let me go. I want to go home. I won’t say anything, I will make a story up, please,” you blabber any words that come into your mind praying that maybe, just maybe, Youngkyun still had an ounce of humanity in him.
“But butterfly, you are home,” he laughs, pointing to the dim basement. "I bought food and I got you that lemon tea you love," the boy points to a dusted table behind him where a couple packets of ramen and a bottle of tea were waiting.
You shake your head. You feel too tired, the aftereffect of whatever Youngkyun used on you still making your head spin. He paces around the room, cursing when he can’t find it. Your eyelids almost fall shut as you hope you will wake up and everything would be just a nightmare.
But it’s not. And Youngkyun is sitting in front of you with the butterfly knife pointing straight at your chest.
“Is he your boyfriend? The man you hugged today?”
No answer.
“Is that fucking piece of trash your boyfriend?”
“You’re the only piece of trash here,” you spit right back at him.
You squeeze your eyes, your cheek, feeling ablaze after Youngkyun slapped it. Tears form again in the corners of your eyes when your skin starts to sting.
“Answer me, butterfly,” he stresses the last word with a wicked smile. “You really don’t want to see me mad, do you?”
You shake your head.
“I... I want to go home.”
“That was not the question.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
His eyebrows rise and for a split second, you believed you saw a kind of sadness in his brown eyes. But you were wrong, you were so wrong.
“What is a beautiful girl like you doing with a fucking asshole like that?”
“I love him.”
Big mistake.
Youngkyun clicked his tongue, fingers tugging at your ponytail. You swallow hard, jolting away when his boot pressed on your ankle again. The agonizing pain makes you scream, rolling away from Youngkyun with tears running down your cheeks.
“It hurts, please stop,” you stifle another scream.
“It hurt me too, butterfly, when I saw you with another man... when you said you love someone else. I should be the one you love.”
“Please,” your teary bloodshot eyes try to plead with him again, acting as if you didn’t hear his venomous words.
He acts like he doesn’t hear your whines, fingers feeling around your swollen ankle.
“Youngkyun, I’m begging you. Let me go.”
Youngkyun’s arm raises from your leg to your neck, forcing you to back into the brick wall behind you. The tiles are cold and scratching your back droplets of blood falling down your tennis skirt.
“So you could go back to that fucking trash?” he screams back at you.
Your bottom lip quivers when he points the knife back at you.
“Y/N you’re mine, all mine,” he traces your neck and the valley of your breasts with the cold, sharp edge. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when he draws a little blood from one cut on your stomach. “Your pretty face is mine, your body is mine, your love is mine.”
The grip on your neck tightens, and you struggle to breathe. Your vision blurs, the lack of oxygen making you feel as if you are drifting away. Youngkyun’s silhouette turns into nothing more than a foggy spot while consciousness drifts away again.
It’s black again and your whole body is numb, limbs weak and every inch hurts like fucking hell. Youngkyun’s voice seems so distant now, even if he is standing right in front of you.
You can feel him move you around like a doll. You open your mouth trying to yell for help, but every sound dries up when he ties a cloth around your mouth.
“My little butterfly,” his tainted palm caresses your cheek. “I’m gonna make sure you will never fly away.”
The pressure on your ankle is back and for merely a second, you are happy for whatever drug Youngkyun used on you. It felt like nothing even when he hit you repeatedly, the cracking sound of bones reaching your ears.
“I will take such good care of you, butterfly. But first I need to cut your wings so you won’t ever leave me.”
trigger warning(s): sexual descriptions, fingering, slight public sex
kinktober day 26 prompt: fingering
Youngbin holds his chin with one hand, fingers tapping his cheek. It’s a slow rhythm, following the sound blasting through the speakers in the studio.
His other hand is rubbing your inner thighs, his fingertips traveling a little further than you expected them. You clear your throat, pushing his hand away. Your eyes narrow as if asking him what he’s doing, but your boyfriend simply hides his cheeky smile behind the back of his palm.
“I think maybe the melody could be a little more harmonious towards the bridge,” Youngbin ponders, watching his members replay the first part of the song.
He forces your legs open, fingers tugging at the fabric covering your pussy. He flashes you a smile, feeling the wet patch.
“Shut up,” you mumble, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder.
He teases past your folds and in that moment you feel so glad his oversized hoodie is wrapped around your legs. He doesn’t shy away to insert them and gently pump his digits in and out, even when Juho sits across him at the table. You sigh, teeth biting into his shoulder, struggling to keep the moans in.
It was supposed to be a cute lunch date with matching drinks and bento boxes; you should’ve realized Youngbin won’t let you get away that easily after the sneaky make-out session you had in the bathroom.
“Do you think we can add some background vocals?” his thumb rubs your clit, voice as steady as ever. He smiles at you, eyes fluttering as if trying to say he wants to hear your moans.
You grip his arm, turning your flushed face away from his members.
“Can we write a rap guide by tomorrow too?” Youngkyun asks as she shuffles around the room.
“Probably,” Youngbin replies, voice as calm as ever even though he was knuckles deep inside your pussy. “What do you think, babe? Do you want to come by tomorrow and hear another version?”
trigger warning(s): sexually suggestive descriptions, mentions of handjob(s), mentions of crying
kinktober day 25 prompt: dacryphilia
Your fingertips caress his cheek, thumbing away the tears. His eyes are closed when you pass your tips over them the second time. Long lashes tickle your palm and a tiny smile creeps up on your face.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Taeyang sniffs but does not reply.
“Do you want to say your safe word?”
His eyes open wide, head shaking vehemently as he brings your palm closer to his naked body.
“No, no,” he pants, bottom lip sticking out. "I still want more."
His chest slowly heaving, breath still rugged from his last orgasm and ravished black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. What a sight, you think to yourself. Having the man you adore whining, salty tears running like rivers down his caramel cheeks, and the dulcet tone of his voice begging you to ruin him more.
You lean to press a kiss on his left shoulder, fingers dancing around his abdomen until they reached his cock.
Your other arm caresses his cheek, Taeyang nuzzling his face into your arm palm. His tears slowed down, but you can still notice them pooling in the corners of his eyes when your arm moves up and down.
“You always look so beautiful even when you cry,” you whisper.
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How are you my dear? 🥺
Ohh that is so cute đź’‹
I am quite excited since we are very close to Halloween and it's my favorite holiday. Just hanging in there and making lists of horror movies to watch.
“Is it as good as you imagined?” you ask, stepping into the room.
Jaeyoon’s eyes sparkle at the sight of your almost bare body. The blush pink delicate lace hugging your waist to the top of your hips. You crawl onto the edge of the bed, Jaeyoon still unable to remove his gaze from your body.
He was not the type to buy you lingerie very often, but with this one, he just had to. He knew from the first moment the ad popped up on his laptop’s screen how perfect you would look in it.
“It’s much better,” he finally answers, hands raising to meet your tiny frame hugging his chest. “Much, much better.”
He presses his lips on your shoulder, letting the thin strap fall down your arm. Jaeyoon pauses for another moment to take in how beautiful you looked. The white flowers decorating your chest almost made you seem like an angel; which he would argue that you were more of a devilish goddess.
But right now all words fail when the tips of his fingers brush against your clothes core, the wet spot growing bigger, the more his fingers rub your pussy through the see-through material.
His other arm runs up your side, his thumb rubbing your nipple through the delicate embroidery. You’re still avoiding his gaze, your cheeks currently the same pale pink shade as your new lingerie.
“Jaeyoon,” you murmur with your head against his chest, hips working on their own to get that high from merely his fingers, “do you want to take it off for me?”
He smiles, lips meeting your rosy cheek.
“I want to ruin you a bit more while you wear my present, do you mind, angel?”
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trigger warning(s): sexual depictions, mentions of alcohol, swear words
kinktober day 23 prompt: drunk sex
Inseong giggles into the crook of your neck, making you squirm underneath him.
“It tickles,” you reply, still laughing.
“Baby, help me,” his bottom lip is sticking out as he looks up at you.
He ways looked adorable whenever he got tipsy. Clinging to you like a baby koala, lips puckered at all times chanting for “kissy kissy” as he called them at this time. You were equally high of his love but far less intoxicated on alcohol.
You laugh as Inseong guides your own hand to his erection. He sulks, burying his face in the crook of your neck one more time.
“If you keep laughing at me, you won’t get any of this,” his hand motions to your naked bodies cuddles together under the covers.
“Babe, you look so cute, I can’t help it.”
You feel his tip enter you slowly. His thrusts are a little lazy, but you do not mind, loving the way his warmth engulfed you and his lips were pressed to your skin. You hook one leg around his waist as Inseong quickens his pace.
“Am I still cute?” he mumbles, lifting his head to place more kisses on the side of your neck.
You nod, biting your lower lip, hearing your boyfriend’s breathy moans. Your walls tighten around his cock, Inseong gripping at your hips harder; his parted lips desperately nipping on the rosy spot on your neck.
“Inseong, shit,” you whisper, lifting your hips off the mattress to meet his reckless thrusts. “More, more,” you moan, tugging at his hair.
His teeth graze the skin, tongue triumphantly passing over the hickey. His mouth goes lower, palms guiding your hips to meet his rough pace. He pants, hitting the spot that always made you go crazy.
“Am I still cute?” he mumbles, tongue swirling around your hard nipple, teeth teasing the sensitive spot.
trigger warning(s): sexually suggestive depictions, lap dancing, dry humping, thigh riding, soft praise kink, kind of sub-ish idol but not really, the song i had in mind while writing this
kinktober day 22 prompt: lap dance
Your fingers ran along Taeyang’s sides, chest pressed on the side of his chest. His white shirt falling loosely around his neck, the v cut making it a little easier for you to see the gentle lines of his chest. He sways around with you, the soft beats surrounding your dim bedroom.
“Why don’t you dance for me? I miss watching you dance.”
A coy smile flashes on his lips.
“Ok.”
You step back, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Taeyang closes his eyelids, turning his back to you. His arms swing softly to the beat, feet following the rhythm of the song you chose. He was not expecting such a sensual song, but he does not complain. Taeyang always loved putting on a show for you.
And he does it now as well, his palms touching his skin, one of them firmly grabbing his belt when he snaps his hips to the front. You lick your lips, a playful smile encouraging him to continue. His waist bends forward, parted lips mouthing the lyrics finishing the verse with a wave. His palm continues to caress his own body; teasingly lifting the white shirt so you can glance at his toned abs.
“Come here,” you smile, pointing your finger to your lap.
Your boyfriend chews on his lower lip, hips snapping again to the beat drop. He kneels a few feet away from you, arms pulling the white shirt off in a single motion. His body twists to the music, fingers passing through his hair and down to his lips. His tongue grazes his digits, which he lets loose down to his chest and below.
Your eyebrows raise in shock. How did you not notice the obvious bulge in his sweat pants until now?
“Sunshine, you're so beautiful,” you whisper, but you forget everything else watching Taeyang crawl on all four towards your seat.
His hands force open your legs and you whine in response when his face snakes dangerously close to your core. A faint wave of shyness washes over you, feeling his hot breath fawn over your body.
“Fuck,” you throw your head back, hoping Taeyang did not catch your rose-colored cheeks. “You look pretty hot between my legs.”
“You think?” his tone is hushed as he presses his lips to your inner thigh.
He uses them to lift himself to your eye level. He crawls on top of your lap just like you asked him to a bit earlier. His hips rut into yours, mouth hanging open as an almost inaudible moan comes out.
“You’re so pretty,” you whisper, leaning back on your elbows. "You're doing so good, love. Go on, I love it so much."
His movements quicken, eyelids falling shut and his whole body feeling as if it was on fire. He goes deeper, making sure you can feel how needy he was. His bulge is pressed against your thighs, Taeyang gently purring when he feels you move them for more friction.
“Would you touch me?”
“Anything you want, my sunshine,” you answer through hooded lids, watching him hover on top of you.
Your fingers pass through his dark hair, lips teasing his.
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