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GIVE ME A TASTE : featuring han jisung & lee minho

SUMMARY: in which you found yourself in a huge dillema of your life. graduating in college and still a virgin wasn't in your bucket list and you are determined to fulfill it before your graduation day comes. the only problem is that you are a socially awkward girl who shoos away every guy that tries to get your attention, and that leaves you and your bestfriend frustrated. to the point where in she came into your apartment, holding a grimoire and is convincing you of trying to summon an incubus just to fulfill your want. not knowing that your prayer would not only answer by one incubus but two of them at once.

PAIRING: incubus!han jisung x fem!reader x incubus!lee minho

ONE SHOT SMUT — COMING SOON

TAGS & WARNINGS: this one shot contains graphic smut that doesn't suit some of the readers. one shot contents involved demonology, mention of blood, dom!jisung x sub!reader x dom!leeknow, threesome, double penetration, mention of minsung having a tail and sexually using it, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, nasty make out session, cum eating, creampie, bulging, and some other taboo kinks that might be uncomfortable to read. please proceed with reader's dicretion.

based off this poll which will be posted by monday. if anyone wants be part of the taglist please let me know by leaving a comment down the post < 3

this user stole my work.

word for word. sentence from sentence.

down below are screenshots with dates in them. read them side by side, it becomes obvious after the third sentence that this is not their fic.

I was told by an anon, which i really do appreciate. that’s how i found out a katseye fic writer stole one of my other fics, so thank you to that anonymous user!

my fic was posted on june 25th, theirs was posted on july 31st. side by side, all they did to make it less… obvious was maybe the formatting but even in the side by sides… it’s really shitty. just… why? why steal work from another hard working author.

the fucking funniest part about all of this is that in their fic, they fix the formatting and put a little italic here and there but they’re too excited to post their shitty plagiarized fic that they don’t fix my late night grammar and sentence mistakes plus they had to erase the part of peter’s powers in their fic so they had time to think about this and say “hey maybe let’s not post this and make it known that i plagiarize” but they still posted it so idk.

down below is the link to the original fic; don’t harass this person— just warn their followers that they’re supporting an author who very openly plagiarizes, not that it’s their fault, i bet no one knew this was plagiarism except the one anon account who told me about it. i’m only making this post to warn the enhypen fandom about this writer and to take any fics they do write with a grain of salt of the legitimacy of it. what’s shittier is that this person is clearly a good writer from the fics i read just to see… but like… why steal from another author?

you used to think starting a family with chan would be easy. he was everything on paper—reliable provider, patient, endlessly loving with both you and your daughter. he would drop anything the second either of you needed him. and yet the reality of it settled differently than the fantasy. your little girl was a carbon copy of him in every way you look at it. the same soft eyes, the same affection, the same need to be pressed against someone she loved. most days that someone was you. she’d climb into your lap the moment you sat down, claim your thighs like they were her personal throne, and stay there for hours while chan watched with that helpless, fond smile.

quality time between the two of you had become a rare thing. and tonight was one of those rare nights.

she was finally asleep in the next room, door left slightly ajar the way she preferred. the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of the mattress every time chan moved.

he had you folded nearly in half beneath him, knees pinned high against your chest, ankles locked over his shoulders—a mating press, the position he loves the most because not only he could see your face, he could dive deeper, reaching all the places he normally couldn't. his cock was buried to the root, thick and hot, stretching you open on every deep, grinding thrust. he wasn’t pacing himself. he was fucking you like a man who’d been starving.

"shhh! be quiet, pretty girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice already rough with restraint. "we can't be making any noise."

you tried. god, you tried. but the first full, deliberate stroke dragged a broken little noise from your throat before you could swallow it. chan’s reaction was instant. he sealed his lips over yours in a deep, silencing kiss, tongue sliding past your teeth to catch the sound and keep it. his hips wasn't relenting. he kept driving into you with the same eager, almost desperate rhythm, the wet slide of his cock filling the quiet room with soft, filthy sounds that felt far too loud.

when even the kiss wasn’t enough and another whimper slipped free your mouth, he pulled back just enough to cover your it with his hand. his broad palm pressed firmly over your lips, fingers splaying across your cheek and jaw, holding you still while he fucked you deeper. his eyes were dark, almost apologetic, but his body told a different story entirely—hips snapping forward with controlled force, the thick length of him punching into your sweet spot again and again until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.

“suck,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

he slipped two fingers past your lips the moment you parted them. you closed around them gratefully, tongue curling, sucking hard while he watched. the act gave you something to do with your mouth besides moaning. it also gave him a perfect, intimate view of the way your eyes went glassy every time he angled just right and dragged the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside you. a soft, choked sound still vibrated around his fingers, pressing his digits deeper as an answer, muffling it, and kept thrusting.

he didn’t slow down. if anything, the knowledge that you were being good, quiet, and obedient, taking every deep stroke he gave you, only made him fuck you harder. his free hand gripped the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep you folded open for him. sweat slicked the places where your bodies met. every thrust punched a wet, rhythmic sound from between your legs that seemed to echo in the silence. the headboard stayed quiet only because he was careful with the angle; everything else was pure and raw hunger.

“missed this,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still heavy on your tongue. “missed you so fucking much.” another deep, grinding stroke, the kind that made your toes curl and your walls flutter helplessly around him. “been thinking about having you like this for days. open, obedient and taking me so well.” his hips rolled, grinding the base of his cock against you until you felt the stretch burn sweetly. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

you moaned around his fingers. he pressed them deeper, muffling the sound, and kept fucking you exactly the way he’d been craving. hard, thorough, relentless. the mattress dipped with every powerful snap of his hips. your breath came short and shaky against his palm. heat coiled tight and low in your belly, building with every thick, sliding thrust until your legs started to shake against his shoulders.

chan felt it. the way your walls began to flutter and clench around him, the way your thighs trembled harder, the soft, desperate sounds you couldn’t quite swallow even with his fingers in your mouth. his own control frayed. his thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more urgent, the wet slap of skin barely restrained. he pulled his fingers free only long enough to kiss you again, hard and messy, swallowing the rising sounds as the tension in your body wound tighter and tighter.

“come with me, baby” he whispered against your lips, voice choked and ragged. “come on, give it to me.”

His hand returned to your mouth just as the first wave hit you. pleasure crashed through you in a sharp, overwhelming rush. your walls clamping down hard around his cock, your back arching as much as the position allowed, a muffled cry vibrating through your chest, biting on your lower lip to suppress the moan escaping your mouth. the intensity of it stole your breath. your body shook beneath him, clenching and pulsing around every thick inch still buried deep inside you.

chan followed you over the edge with a low, broken groan that he buried against your neck. his hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there, grinding deep as he came—hot, heavy pulses flooding you, filling you in thick, rhythmic spurts while your orgasm milked him for every drop. his free hand tightened on your thigh hard enough to leave faint marks, holding you locked in place as he emptied himself as deep as he could go.

for several long seconds neither of you moved.

your bodies stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard and quiet against each other. his length twitched inside you with the last fading pulses of his release. chan kept his hand gently over your mouth a moment longer, just until he was sure no leftover sounds would escape, then slowly slid it away and replaced it with a soft, lingering kisses.

he stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath in the shared silence of the room.

permanent taglist: @hime-honne, @dxllyhorror, @thepoeticpurplepotato, @verslyns, @channlust, @leewayout, @zosauce, @kloversung, @1-aria-1, @vxyselectric, @urfavleobiscuit, @written-by-music, @fanficwriter5, @minniebitesfr, @pedropacals0l0s, @iheartkentonanami, @ncityswrld, @danielle143, @persassyismysecrettwin, @trisha-dear, @pineapple-burgah, @luv4innie, @bunbunbl0gs, @marlboropuffs, @morgangrice18, @33peach33, @peskybirdysya, @ogerontheside4, @theyknowagus, @zerefdragn33l, @melodyladean, @ebnabi, @emeraldgem22, @fweakygyatt, @taekwondoe, @sue-reads, @shinygubbins, @lilmissfergy, @binniebb, @clairementsolo, @nclabels, @genuinelybrittleidol , @parkthothwa8, @daphnnie, @hyunnjynn, @sagetakami, @hanniesbubuwife, @hycnsung, @matzduo, @hwang97janet,

GIVE ME A TASTE : featuring han jisung & lee minho

SUMMARY: in which you found yourself in a huge dillema of your life. graduating in college and still a virgin wasn't in your bucket list and you are determined to fulfill it before your graduation day comes. the only problem is that you are a socially awkward girl who shoos away every guy that tries to get your attention, and that leaves you and your bestfriend frustrated. to the point where in she came into your apartment, holding a grimoire and is convincing you of trying to summon an incubus just to fulfill your want. not knowing that your prayer would not only answer by one incubus but two of them at once.

PAIRING: incubus!han jisung x fem!reader x incubus!lee minho

ONE SHOT SMUT — COMING SOON

TAGS & WARNINGS: this one shot contains graphic smut that doesn't suit some of the readers. one shot contents involved demonology, mention of blood, dom!jisung x sub!reader x dom!leeknow, threesome, double penetration, mention of minsung having a tail and sexually using it, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, nasty make out session, cum eating, creampie, bulging, and some other taboo kinks that might be uncomfortable to read. please proceed with reader's dicretion.

based off this poll which will be posted by monday. if anyone wants be part of the taglist please let me know by leaving a comment down the post < 3

summ: winning a beer pong game was supposed to earn jisung bragging rights, not a private reward upstairs from the girl he’d been shamelessly staring at during tutoring.

⋆ pairing: perv!nerd!jisung x popular!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: college au, alcohol, praise kink, oral fixation, dirty talk, teasing, rough kissing, grinding, hair pulling, tit play, breast and ass worship, oral (f!receiving), fingering, face fucking, cumming, cum eating, piv, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, soft ending ⋆ words: 3.0k

a/n: ‘this & that’ is really that album. no skips, as always. and lazy, deep-voice han rapping??? insane. well, this request was definitely fun to write. i really enjoyed getting to write perv!jisung again. i should come back to him more often because he really is my beloved. hope you enjoy this little filth fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! >.<

you used to think starting a family with chan would be easy. he was everything on paper—reliable provider, patient, endlessly loving with both you and your daughter. he would drop anything the second either of you needed him. and yet the reality of it settled differently than the fantasy. your little girl was a carbon copy of him in every way you look at it. the same soft eyes, the same affection, the same need to be pressed against someone she loved. most days that someone was you. she’d climb into your lap the moment you sat down, claim your thighs like they were her personal throne, and stay there for hours while chan watched with that helpless, fond smile.

quality time between the two of you had become a rare thing. and tonight was one of those rare nights.

she was finally asleep in the next room, door left slightly ajar the way she preferred. the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of the mattress every time chan moved.

he had you folded nearly in half beneath him, knees pinned high against your chest, ankles locked over his shoulders—a mating press, the position he loves the most because not only he could see your face, he could dive deeper, reaching all the places he normally couldn't. his cock was buried to the root, thick and hot, stretching you open on every deep, grinding thrust. he wasn’t pacing himself. he was fucking you like a man who’d been starving.

"shhh! be quiet, pretty girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice already rough with restraint. "we can't be making any noise."

you tried. god, you tried. but the first full, deliberate stroke dragged a broken little noise from your throat before you could swallow it. chan’s reaction was instant. he sealed his lips over yours in a deep, silencing kiss, tongue sliding past your teeth to catch the sound and keep it. his hips wasn't relenting. he kept driving into you with the same eager, almost desperate rhythm, the wet slide of his cock filling the quiet room with soft, filthy sounds that felt far too loud.

when even the kiss wasn’t enough and another whimper slipped free your mouth, he pulled back just enough to cover your it with his hand. his broad palm pressed firmly over your lips, fingers splaying across your cheek and jaw, holding you still while he fucked you deeper. his eyes were dark, almost apologetic, but his body told a different story entirely—hips snapping forward with controlled force, the thick length of him punching into your sweet spot again and again until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.

“suck,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

he slipped two fingers past your lips the moment you parted them. you closed around them gratefully, tongue curling, sucking hard while he watched. the act gave you something to do with your mouth besides moaning. it also gave him a perfect, intimate view of the way your eyes went glassy every time he angled just right and dragged the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside you. a soft, choked sound still vibrated around his fingers, pressing his digits deeper as an answer, muffling it, and kept thrusting.

he didn’t slow down. if anything, the knowledge that you were being good, quiet, and obedient, taking every deep stroke he gave you, only made him fuck you harder. his free hand gripped the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep you folded open for him. sweat slicked the places where your bodies met. every thrust punched a wet, rhythmic sound from between your legs that seemed to echo in the silence. the headboard stayed quiet only because he was careful with the angle; everything else was pure and raw hunger.

“missed this,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still heavy on your tongue. “missed you so fucking much.” another deep, grinding stroke, the kind that made your toes curl and your walls flutter helplessly around him. “been thinking about having you like this for days. open, obedient and taking me so well.” his hips rolled, grinding the base of his cock against you until you felt the stretch burn sweetly. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

you moaned around his fingers. he pressed them deeper, muffling the sound, and kept fucking you exactly the way he’d been craving. hard, thorough, relentless. the mattress dipped with every powerful snap of his hips. your breath came short and shaky against his palm. heat coiled tight and low in your belly, building with every thick, sliding thrust until your legs started to shake against his shoulders.

chan felt it. the way your walls began to flutter and clench around him, the way your thighs trembled harder, the soft, desperate sounds you couldn’t quite swallow even with his fingers in your mouth. his own control frayed. his thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more urgent, the wet slap of skin barely restrained. he pulled his fingers free only long enough to kiss you again, hard and messy, swallowing the rising sounds as the tension in your body wound tighter and tighter.

“come with me, baby” he whispered against your lips, voice choked and ragged. “come on, give it to me.”

His hand returned to your mouth just as the first wave hit you. pleasure crashed through you in a sharp, overwhelming rush. your walls clamping down hard around his cock, your back arching as much as the position allowed, a muffled cry vibrating through your chest, biting on your lower lip to suppress the moan escaping your mouth. the intensity of it stole your breath. your body shook beneath him, clenching and pulsing around every thick inch still buried deep inside you.

chan followed you over the edge with a low, broken groan that he buried against your neck. his hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there, grinding deep as he came—hot, heavy pulses flooding you, filling you in thick, rhythmic spurts while your orgasm milked him for every drop. his free hand tightened on your thigh hard enough to leave faint marks, holding you locked in place as he emptied himself as deep as he could go.

for several long seconds neither of you moved.

your bodies stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard and quiet against each other. his length twitched inside you with the last fading pulses of his release. chan kept his hand gently over your mouth a moment longer, just until he was sure no leftover sounds would escape, then slowly slid it away and replaced it with a soft, lingering kisses.

he stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath in the shared silence of the room.

permanent taglist: @hime-honne, @dxllyhorror, @thepoeticpurplepotato, @verslyns, @channlust, @leewayout, @zosauce, @kloversung, @1-aria-1, @vxyselectric, @urfavleobiscuit, @written-by-music, @fanficwriter5, @minniebitesfr, @pedropacals0l0s, @iheartkentonanami, @ncityswrld, @danielle143, @persassyismysecrettwin, @trisha-dear, @pineapple-burgah, @luv4innie, @bunbunbl0gs, @marlboropuffs, @morgangrice18, @33peach33, @peskybirdysya, @ogerontheside4, @theyknowagus, @zerefdragn33l, @melodyladean, @ebnabi, @emeraldgem22, @fweakygyatt, @taekwondoe, @sue-reads, @shinygubbins, @lilmissfergy, @binniebb, @clairementsolo, @nclabels, @genuinelybrittleidol , @parkthothwa8, @daphnnie, @hyunnjynn, @sagetakami, @hanniesbubuwife, @hycnsung, @matzduo, @hwang97janet,

you used to think starting a family with chan would be easy. he was everything on paper—reliable provider, patient, endlessly loving with both you and your daughter. he would drop anything the second either of you needed him. and yet the reality of it settled differently than the fantasy. your little girl was a carbon copy of him in every way you look at it. the same soft eyes, the same affection, the same need to be pressed against someone she loved. most days that someone was you. she’d climb into your lap the moment you sat down, claim your thighs like they were her personal throne, and stay there for hours while chan watched with that helpless, fond smile.

quality time between the two of you had become a rare thing. and tonight was one of those rare nights.

she was finally asleep in the next room, door left slightly ajar the way she preferred. the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of the mattress every time chan moved.

he had you folded nearly in half beneath him, knees pinned high against your chest, ankles locked over his shoulders—a mating press, the position he loves the most because not only he could see your face, he could dive deeper, reaching all the places he normally couldn't. his cock was buried to the root, thick and hot, stretching you open on every deep, grinding thrust. he wasn’t pacing himself. he was fucking you like a man who’d been starving.

"shhh! be quiet, pretty girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice already rough with restraint. "we can't be making any noise."

you tried. god, you tried. but the first full, deliberate stroke dragged a broken little noise from your throat before you could swallow it. chan’s reaction was instant. he sealed his lips over yours in a deep, silencing kiss, tongue sliding past your teeth to catch the sound and keep it. his hips wasn't relenting. he kept driving into you with the same eager, almost desperate rhythm, the wet slide of his cock filling the quiet room with soft, filthy sounds that felt far too loud.

when even the kiss wasn’t enough and another whimper slipped free your mouth, he pulled back just enough to cover your it with his hand. his broad palm pressed firmly over your lips, fingers splaying across your cheek and jaw, holding you still while he fucked you deeper. his eyes were dark, almost apologetic, but his body told a different story entirely—hips snapping forward with controlled force, the thick length of him punching into your sweet spot again and again until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.

“suck,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

he slipped two fingers past your lips the moment you parted them. you closed around them gratefully, tongue curling, sucking hard while he watched. the act gave you something to do with your mouth besides moaning. it also gave him a perfect, intimate view of the way your eyes went glassy every time he angled just right and dragged the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside you. a soft, choked sound still vibrated around his fingers, pressing his digits deeper as an answer, muffling it, and kept thrusting.

he didn’t slow down. if anything, the knowledge that you were being good, quiet, and obedient, taking every deep stroke he gave you, only made him fuck you harder. his free hand gripped the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep you folded open for him. sweat slicked the places where your bodies met. every thrust punched a wet, rhythmic sound from between your legs that seemed to echo in the silence. the headboard stayed quiet only because he was careful with the angle; everything else was pure and raw hunger.

“missed this,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still heavy on your tongue. “missed you so fucking much.” another deep, grinding stroke, the kind that made your toes curl and your walls flutter helplessly around him. “been thinking about having you like this for days. open, obedient and taking me so well.” his hips rolled, grinding the base of his cock against you until you felt the stretch burn sweetly. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

you moaned around his fingers. he pressed them deeper, muffling the sound, and kept fucking you exactly the way he’d been craving. hard, thorough, relentless. the mattress dipped with every powerful snap of his hips. your breath came short and shaky against his palm. heat coiled tight and low in your belly, building with every thick, sliding thrust until your legs started to shake against his shoulders.

chan felt it. the way your walls began to flutter and clench around him, the way your thighs trembled harder, the soft, desperate sounds you couldn’t quite swallow even with his fingers in your mouth. his own control frayed. his thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more urgent, the wet slap of skin barely restrained. he pulled his fingers free only long enough to kiss you again, hard and messy, swallowing the rising sounds as the tension in your body wound tighter and tighter.

“come with me, baby” he whispered against your lips, voice choked and ragged. “come on, give it to me.”

His hand returned to your mouth just as the first wave hit you. pleasure crashed through you in a sharp, overwhelming rush. your walls clamping down hard around his cock, your back arching as much as the position allowed, a muffled cry vibrating through your chest, biting on your lower lip to suppress the moan escaping your mouth. the intensity of it stole your breath. your body shook beneath him, clenching and pulsing around every thick inch still buried deep inside you.

chan followed you over the edge with a low, broken groan that he buried against your neck. his hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there, grinding deep as he came—hot, heavy pulses flooding you, filling you in thick, rhythmic spurts while your orgasm milked him for every drop. his free hand tightened on your thigh hard enough to leave faint marks, holding you locked in place as he emptied himself as deep as he could go.

for several long seconds neither of you moved.

your bodies stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard and quiet against each other. his length twitched inside you with the last fading pulses of his release. chan kept his hand gently over your mouth a moment longer, just until he was sure no leftover sounds would escape, then slowly slid it away and replaced it with a soft, lingering kisses.

he stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath in the shared silence of the room.

permanent taglist: @hime-honne, @dxllyhorror, @thepoeticpurplepotato, @verslyns, @channlust, @leewayout, @zosauce, @kloversung, @1-aria-1, @vxyselectric, @urfavleobiscuit, @written-by-music, @fanficwriter5, @minniebitesfr, @pedropacals0l0s, @iheartkentonanami, @ncityswrld, @danielle143, @persassyismysecrettwin, @trisha-dear, @pineapple-burgah, @luv4innie, @bunbunbl0gs, @marlboropuffs, @morgangrice18, @33peach33, @peskybirdysya, @ogerontheside4, @theyknowagus, @zerefdragn33l, @melodyladean, @ebnabi, @emeraldgem22, @fweakygyatt, @taekwondoe, @sue-reads, @shinygubbins, @lilmissfergy, @binniebb, @clairementsolo, @nclabels, @genuinelybrittleidol , @parkthothwa8, @daphnnie, @hyunnjynn, @sagetakami, @hanniesbubuwife, @hycnsung, @matzduo, @hwang97janet,

you used to think starting a family with chan would be easy. he was everything on paper—reliable provider, patient, endlessly loving with both you and your daughter. he would drop anything the second either of you needed him. and yet the reality of it settled differently than the fantasy. your little girl was a carbon copy of him in every way you look at it. the same soft eyes, the same affection, the same need to be pressed against someone she loved. most days that someone was you. she’d climb into your lap the moment you sat down, claim your thighs like they were her personal throne, and stay there for hours while chan watched with that helpless, fond smile.

quality time between the two of you had become a rare thing. and tonight was one of those rare nights.

she was finally asleep in the next room, door left slightly ajar the way she preferred. the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of the mattress every time chan moved.

he had you folded nearly in half beneath him, knees pinned high against your chest, ankles locked over his shoulders—a mating press, the position he loves the most because not only he could see your face, he could dive deeper, reaching all the places he normally couldn't. his cock was buried to the root, thick and hot, stretching you open on every deep, grinding thrust. he wasn’t pacing himself. he was fucking you like a man who’d been starving.

"shhh! be quiet, pretty girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice already rough with restraint. "we can't be making any noise."

you tried. god, you tried. but the first full, deliberate stroke dragged a broken little noise from your throat before you could swallow it. chan’s reaction was instant. he sealed his lips over yours in a deep, silencing kiss, tongue sliding past your teeth to catch the sound and keep it. his hips wasn't relenting. he kept driving into you with the same eager, almost desperate rhythm, the wet slide of his cock filling the quiet room with soft, filthy sounds that felt far too loud.

when even the kiss wasn’t enough and another whimper slipped free your mouth, he pulled back just enough to cover your it with his hand. his broad palm pressed firmly over your lips, fingers splaying across your cheek and jaw, holding you still while he fucked you deeper. his eyes were dark, almost apologetic, but his body told a different story entirely—hips snapping forward with controlled force, the thick length of him punching into your sweet spot again and again until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.

“suck,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

he slipped two fingers past your lips the moment you parted them. you closed around them gratefully, tongue curling, sucking hard while he watched. the act gave you something to do with your mouth besides moaning. it also gave him a perfect, intimate view of the way your eyes went glassy every time he angled just right and dragged the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside you. a soft, choked sound still vibrated around his fingers, pressing his digits deeper as an answer, muffling it, and kept thrusting.

he didn’t slow down. if anything, the knowledge that you were being good, quiet, and obedient, taking every deep stroke he gave you, only made him fuck you harder. his free hand gripped the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep you folded open for him. sweat slicked the places where your bodies met. every thrust punched a wet, rhythmic sound from between your legs that seemed to echo in the silence. the headboard stayed quiet only because he was careful with the angle; everything else was pure and raw hunger.

“missed this,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still heavy on your tongue. “missed you so fucking much.” another deep, grinding stroke, the kind that made your toes curl and your walls flutter helplessly around him. “been thinking about having you like this for days. open, obedient and taking me so well.” his hips rolled, grinding the base of his cock against you until you felt the stretch burn sweetly. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

you moaned around his fingers. he pressed them deeper, muffling the sound, and kept fucking you exactly the way he’d been craving. hard, thorough, relentless. the mattress dipped with every powerful snap of his hips. your breath came short and shaky against his palm. heat coiled tight and low in your belly, building with every thick, sliding thrust until your legs started to shake against his shoulders.

chan felt it. the way your walls began to flutter and clench around him, the way your thighs trembled harder, the soft, desperate sounds you couldn’t quite swallow even with his fingers in your mouth. his own control frayed. his thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more urgent, the wet slap of skin barely restrained. he pulled his fingers free only long enough to kiss you again, hard and messy, swallowing the rising sounds as the tension in your body wound tighter and tighter.

“come with me, baby” he whispered against your lips, voice choked and ragged. “come on, give it to me.”

His hand returned to your mouth just as the first wave hit you. pleasure crashed through you in a sharp, overwhelming rush. your walls clamping down hard around his cock, your back arching as much as the position allowed, a muffled cry vibrating through your chest, biting on your lower lip to suppress the moan escaping your mouth. the intensity of it stole your breath. your body shook beneath him, clenching and pulsing around every thick inch still buried deep inside you.

chan followed you over the edge with a low, broken groan that he buried against your neck. his hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there, grinding deep as he came—hot, heavy pulses flooding you, filling you in thick, rhythmic spurts while your orgasm milked him for every drop. his free hand tightened on your thigh hard enough to leave faint marks, holding you locked in place as he emptied himself as deep as he could go.

for several long seconds neither of you moved.

your bodies stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard and quiet against each other. his length twitched inside you with the last fading pulses of his release. chan kept his hand gently over your mouth a moment longer, just until he was sure no leftover sounds would escape, then slowly slid it away and replaced it with a soft, lingering kisses.

he stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath in the shared silence of the room.

permanent taglist: @hime-honne, @dxllyhorror, @thepoeticpurplepotato, @verslyns, @channlust, @leewayout, @zosauce, @kloversung, @1-aria-1, @vxyselectric, @urfavleobiscuit, @written-by-music, @fanficwriter5, @minniebitesfr, @pedropacals0l0s, @iheartkentonanami, @ncityswrld, @danielle143, @persassyismysecrettwin, @trisha-dear, @pineapple-burgah, @luv4innie, @bunbunbl0gs, @marlboropuffs, @morgangrice18, @33peach33, @peskybirdysya, @ogerontheside4, @theyknowagus, @zerefdragn33l, @melodyladean, @ebnabi, @emeraldgem22, @fweakygyatt, @taekwondoe, @sue-reads, @shinygubbins, @lilmissfergy, @binniebb, @clairementsolo, @nclabels, @genuinelybrittleidol , @parkthothwa8, @daphnnie, @hyunnjynn, @sagetakami, @hanniesbubuwife, @hycnsung, @matzduo, @hwang97janet,

CREATORS: CORNER: OHHHHH. you are all probably wondering what is this? I KNOW, I KNOW. believe it or not sitri actually reached 3k followers! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i am so happy! this is such a huge milestone for me, and reaching 3k makes me so so uplifting knowing i have grown a small community here with me. so in celebration for this milestone, i plan on working on this mini series for the rest of the months before october comes! so, this is a series where in mixes of different idols from different groups will be used as reader's partners and each members will be decided via voting system, so i would know what each of every one of you would like to read. groups that will be included will be announced soon, and each pieces will be pisted every week! so please stay tuned! < 333

PAIRINGS: pornstar!member x pornstar!reader

SUMMARY: You were one of Velvet Desire’s biggest stars. Every release had fans begging for more. You are one of their priced possession generating sales the whole industry could have offered, not until the company has been raided. Illegal distribution charges destroyed the company overnight, and the career you’d built vanished with it. You tried going solo, pouring everything into your own videos, but something was missing. The heat, the chemistry, the success… none of it felt the same. Views dropped. Momentum faded. You were slipping. And just as you thought you are about to be forgotten, Red Light District's owner showed up offering you a chance of a life time. Where in you are to sign a contract to a male pornstar-exclusive company, offered triple of the salary you have previously, but the cats is; you are to collaborate with each of every roster they have. Would you grab the chance and retrieve the spotlight you once have?

TAGS & WARNINGS: SMUT - more warnings will be posted in each fic. this is an alternate universe in celebration for reaching 3k followers i have already reached. special event treats for all my followers < 3 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

mini series: on-going

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a/n: hi! there's none more i would want to add, i will just put it here for those peeps who wanted to be a part of the taglist for these series. feel free to leave a comment! < 333

permanent taglist: @hime-honne, @dxllyhorror, @thepoeticpurplepotato, @verslyns, @channlust, @leewayout, @zosauce, @kloversung, @1-aria-1, @vxyselectric, @urfavleobiscuit, @written-by-music, @fanficwriter5, @minniebitesfr, @pedropacals0l0s, @iheartkentonanami, @ncityswrld, @danielle143, @persassyismysecrettwin, @trisha-dear, @pineapple-burgah, @luv4innie, @bunbunbl0gs, @marlboropuffs, @morgangrice18, @33peach33, @peskybirdysya, @ogerontheside4, @theyknowagus, @zerefdragn33l, @melodyladean, @ebnabi, @emeraldgem22, @fweakygyatt, @taekwondoe, @sue-reads, @shinygubbins, @lilmissfergy, @binniebb, @clairementsolo, @nclabels, @genuinelybrittleidol , @parkthothwa8, @daphnnie, @hyunnjynn, @sagetakami, @hanniesbubuwife, @hycnsung, @matzduo, @hwang97janet,

pairing: Hyunjin x f!reader wc: 4.5K genre: smut (mdni) + angst with a happy ending series tags/warnings: friends to fwb to lovers, breakup/infidelity (in backstory), switch!hyunjin, switch!reader chapter tags/warnings: blood, thigh riding, handjob, unprotected p in v, hurt/comfort

part one // part two // part three masterlist

Summary: The arrangement is just friends helping each other out. It doesn't have to mean anything, and it definitely won't hurt anyone's feelings, or ruin the friendship—as long as Hyunjin can keep his damn mouth shut.

a/n: It's the final chapter! I started this draft in April and overall I'm pretty damn pleased with how the story turned out. And now I've fully published stories for all 8 skz boys, so the ot8 bias in me is very satisfied. Enjoy!

Hyunjin barely remembered how he stumbled home, dripping blood from his nose. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket once, twice, three times, before he reached his door, but he ignored it. He could feel tears tracking down his cheeks, even though he couldn’t remember crying. His feet carried him to the bathroom, where he grabbed a towel to stanch the bleeding, not caring if the fabric would be ruined.

What does that have to do with you? Your words echoed in his mind, over and over. And he could only give the obvious answer: Nothing. It had only ever been a little bit of fun, a little bit of stress relief for you, obviously. All that mad hope he’d woken with had soured in his stomach. He’d wished for some deeper meaning so hard that he’d started to convince himself it existed, but it was all a mirage. He could barely look at himself in the mirror, and his hands were shaking as they gripped the sink. The weight of everything he’d done, everything he felt, pressed him to the earth.

GIVE ME A TASTE : featuring han jisung & lee minho

SUMMARY: in which you found yourself in a huge dillema of your life. graduating in college and still a virgin wasn't in your bucket list and you are determined to fulfill it before your graduation day comes. the only problem is that you are a socially awkward girl who shoos away every guy that tries to get your attention, and that leaves you and your bestfriend frustrated. to the point where in she came into your apartment, holding a grimoire and is convincing you of trying to summon an incubus just to fulfill your want. not knowing that your prayer would not only answer by one incubus but two of them at once.

PAIRING: incubus!han jisung x fem!reader x incubus!lee minho

ONE SHOT SMUT — COMING SOON

TAGS & WARNINGS: this one shot contains graphic smut that doesn't suit some of the readers. one shot contents involved demonology, mention of blood, dom!jisung x sub!reader x dom!leeknow, threesome, double penetration, mention of minsung having a tail and sexually using it, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, nasty make out session, cum eating, creampie, bulging, and some other taboo kinks that might be uncomfortable to read. please proceed with reader's dicretion.

based off this poll which will be posted by monday. if anyone wants be part of the taglist please let me know by leaving a comment down the post < 3