i’m going on a longer hiatus/break this time.

i might come back or i might not but i am leaving this account open for you to read my works. truly thank you so much for everything <3

for now this is a goodbye :)

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◦ ren ! 21 ! she/her

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he thinks he’s being quite secretive though, perks of being a nerd that usually no one pays no mind to. so he continues staring you down from behind those pretty glasses of his. you sit on top of the desk, legs dangling while you laugh along your friends. fuck, the things he would do to be able to run his hands along your pretty legs, to spread them apart, make you feel good and writhe in pleasure..

you sip on your banana milk and heeseung doesn’t think much of it. not until your friend nudges you to the side, having said something funny, and the liquid spills from your mouth and drips down the side of your mouth to your chin until you hurry to wipe it off, accompanied by tiny chuckles of embarrassment. heeseung watches in a daze. he imagines what it would be like if that was his cum instead.. would you savor it? would you spit it out? heeseung would force it down your throat either way.

a person blocks his view and heeseung looks up, annoyed. jay stands there with his hand out, expecting something. heeseung grows wary, “homework?”

it finally clicks. ah, right. heeseung reaches for his backpack, shuffling through it till he finds what he needs. he places the papers in jay hands and he flips them through.

“yeah, good enough.” jay nods before digging a hand in his pocket and pulling out an envelope. heeseung’s eyes sparkle, “enjoy it, creep” dropping it on his desk, jay walks away.

heeseung scurries to open the envelope. he looks around, making sure no one is looking, before he’s digging out the material inside. a good amount of pictures come into his view. pictures of you to be exact.

pairing: fwb!jay x fem!reader

genre: smut, angst

words: 3.6k

warnings: mdni, friends with benefits, explicit smut, heeseung is mentioned, blowjob, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it lads), riding, a few time skips, lmk if i missed anything else !

summary: once you get into a complicated relationship with jay, you decide on becoming friends with benefits instead. and with such a predicament, comes a list of rules. rules which you both decide on, that don’t seem too hard to break yet for a night of envy and lust, rule number four is exactly what ends it all.

a/n: i might write a part two for this if people are interested? also ik ive been kind of dead,, but i just have so many stupid shit to do at uni that it makes me want to jump out the window lol, but for now! here! a spicy jay one shot bc I’m in the mood

likes, comments & reblogs are always really appreciated !! <3

“okay, so three rules?” you glance up at jay who’s sitting in front of you, flipping through his economy book. maybe it’s not the best thing to do this in the university’s library but you can’t find the perfect timing to talk about your questionable sex life anytime soon.

you look down at your notebook, where three rules you’ve just decided upon are written in a blank ink. rule number one - sleeping with other people is allowed. rule number two - only call each other when you want to hook up. rule number three - no lovey dovey shit. you still chuckle at how jay decided to phrase the last one.

jay lightly taps his pen against the side of his head, he looks deep in thought, “i have one more,” he finally says and your eyes meet.

“rule number four - no kissing. if we kiss, it’s over”

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your head rests against the cold glass of the bus window. you mindlessly gaze out of the window, eyes tracking the quickly passing environment as you immerse yourself into your own world which is accompanied by the rhythm coming from your earphones. you look down when a buzz alerts your hands, a notification coming from your phone.

there’s a message from a group chat with the name of ‘y/n & friends’ that is the first thing you see on the screen. the name of the group chat was born purely out of sarcastic jokes and it still makes you laugh every time you see it.

party at my house in a few hours, don’t miss out! - heeseung says. you unlock your phone and type in a quick reply that you will be there. you had no plans for today anyways. well apart from contacting jay, but this was even better. if heeseung was the host, your fuck buddy will also definitely be there.

you grab your belongings and step out from your seat. the timing of heeseung’s invitation was great. he lives a few streets away from your house and since the bus was already heading towards that direction, you figured you would just go there right now. nothing would hurt for you to hang out with heeseung just before his party started.

heeseung stands shirtless in the door way with a toothbrush hanging from the side of his mouth and wet hair, indicating that he must have just left the shower, “early as always,” he mutters and turns around, leaving the door open for you to go inside. he doesn’t question your sudden appearance at his house. he never does.

you take off your shoes and plop down on the couch first thing. you spark a light conversation with heeseung, which is just both of you screaming answers from different sides of the house.

when heeseung is all dressed up, he joins you in the living room, “starter?” he asks, tilting a can of beer in his hand towards your direction. you nod and take it with a smile, “people should be piling in in about an hour, wanna watch something?”

“sure,” you nod and heeseung turns on the tv. he settles on some random movie and you sit in silence, occasionally pointing out the weird plot and making jokes about it.

you’re already done with your drink when the doorbell rings and heeseung turns off the tv and puts on a speaker instead. loud music erupts in the room and that’s when you know peace was never an option (lmao). just as heeseung said, random people, yet most of whom you have seen at university, are entering the house and in no time you’re surrounded by countless of bodies. what once was just you sitting alone in the living room, is now filled with people. it doesn’t even help that heeseung’s house is massive too.

once heeseung opens up the door to his kitchen, it doesn’t take long for everyone to get drunk. you went there too and were up mostly surprised by how many different kinds of liquor heeseung has bought. but then again, it’s heeseung, the biggest party animal you’ve ever met.

few hours into the party and you have seen jay, your main target, just once before he got lost into the crowd. the second time you see him, he’s got some girl on his lap, quite literally sucking each other’s faces off. it makes you feel weird but you have to remind yourself of the rules because they’re there for a reason, right?

choosing to ignore the evident envy flowing in your system, you go and hatch yourself another drink. even so you’re certain you will end up with jay by the end of the night anyways.

your certainty never fails you. once you and jay lock eyes from across the room, you are abruptly pulled into one of heeseung’s awfully small bathrooms with only a sink and a toilet.

jay doesn’t even have to say anything before you’re pushing him down to sit on the lid and fall down on your knees in need, hands immediately going to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.

“fuck, i missed your pretty little mouth,” jay seethes through his teeth, head falling to gaze down at your frame. the way you kneel down before him, makes you look small and cute, more reasons that make jay want to ruin you faster.

your hands work quickly on releasing his already semi hard cock and you bask in satisfaction from making him this hard without even doing much apart from some hurried groping on the way to the bathroom, “don’t make me wait too long, baby,” jay sighs, hand resting on your head, brushing away the hair that falls down on your face.

as if i’d make you wait, you think before leaning in to lick a strand of wetness from the base of his cock right to the very tip. jay sucks in a harsh breath, gaze burning holes in your body. you slowly wrap your lips around his tip, instinctively wrapping your hand around the base since you already know you won’t be able to reach that deep with your mouth. that’s, of course, if jay doesn’t decide on fucking your mouth, which happens.. quite frequently if you had to say so.

you let yourself go deeper until his dick hits the back of your throat, making you gag. you eagerly bop your head to what you can take, your hand working on what you can’t in return. deep groans coming from jay encourage you to fasten your pace and you almost choke on a mix of your own saliva and jay’s pre-cum.

jay puts in the work too, his fingers harshly tug on your hair from time to time, guiding his cock against the warm and slippery walls of your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around his cock, slurping it like a lollipop which makes jay throws his head back in pleasure. the position you’re in and jay’s low moans are already making you pool your panties. you’re so wet and it’s so uncomfortable not having any friction against your pussy. nevertheless you focus all of your attention on getting jay off especially when his hips buck rather harshly and you know he’s close. you can’t wait to gulp down everything that jay gives you.

that’s exactly when jay becomes aggressive, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you down until his cock fully disappears in your wet cavern. tears appear in your eyes but you let jay do what he wants. you always do.

jay continues to fuck your mouth with no mercy, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust until he reaches his climax. you can feel spurts of cum paint the back of your throat and you have to gulp everything in the midst of still having his cock in your mouth, in fear of choking too hard. this sends jay into ecstasy and he rolls his hips, letting you milk out every last drop.

“fuck,” he swears, breath hasty and out of tune. you back away after some time, jay’s cock slipping out with ease, “open your mouth” he demands, wrapping a hand around his cock. you open your mouth obediently, loving the way jay uses you for his own pleasure. you roll out your tongue for jay to give himself a few more pumps and release a few more drops of cum on your tongue. you savor the taste but not for long before you place your hands on his knees for support to lift yourself up from the ground. just when you’re about to let jay taste you himself, the door of the bathroom is shoved to the side, hitting the wall with a loud bump. a very drunk heeseung appears in your sight.

“no fucking way y’all fucked in my bathroom,” he slurs, watching you quickly pull down your skirt and climb off jay, whereas jay goes to zip up his jeans.

“we didn’t.. yet,” jay shrugs but then smirks at you. you’re red to the face, reality setting in when heeseung still doesn’t leave.

“get the fuck out, i need to piss,” heeseung shuffles his way into the bathroom, pushing both of you out and slamming the door with the same loud bang as before.

that’s when you’re reminded by the uncomfortable feeling in between your thighs, some of your wetness running down the sides of your legs. it’s horrible.

but for obvious reasons, you refuse to fuck jay in heeseung’s house.

“jay m-my house,” you grab the side of his jacket and pull him closer to whisper in his ear, “let’s go to my house.. please” your voice is laced with neediness. you’ve never felt so horny in your life and jay can tell when he’s pulling you out of heeseung’s property and into the darkness of the streets, only to realize he actually doesn’t know the way. so you take initiative by pulling him across various alleyways and short-cuts towards your apartment. however, jay just has to push you against the cold wall of one the alleyways to buck his hips into yours instead.

“can you feel how hard you got me again?,” he would whisper in your ear, the outline of his cock rubbing against the side of your naked thigh which got you whining and writhing against his hold, “you’re so hot y/n, i would fuck you here but it’s probably unsanitary,” he laughs before you’re pushing him off yourself and continue to drag this horny motherfucker towards your house. you’re almost there.

it’s short lived though because jay can’t seem to keep his hands away from you. this time he slips his hand under your skirt, palming your ass and brushing his fingers against your heat. you would fuck him right here on the streets but just like jay said, it’s not safe. like at all.

“jay,” with a frown you have to slap his hands away and struggle free, quickening your pace in hopes of jay falling behind. he doesn’t, jay catches up to you just as fast, hands attaching to your body like glue once again. this time you let him, already walking towards the front porch of your house.

you struggle with the keys, especially when jay stands right behind you, his very obviously painful bulge straining right in between your ass cheeks. you move your hips against him just to stir him up even more, revenging him for what he did to you on your way here. jay groans, pushing you against the door while you reach to unlock it.

as soon as the door opens, jay is quick to push you inside. unlike not knowing the directions from heeseung’s place to yours, jay knows the inside of your house like the back of his hand. even while being remotely tipsy he drags you upstairs and into your bedroom before you’re being thrown down on your bed.

jay crawls on top of you, disregarding his jacket on his way. it gets thrown somewhere on the floor. his mouth latches down on your neck, teeth bruising up your skin, leaving numerous of hickeys which will only become memory fragments of this night once jay is done with you. you moan out, fingers interlocking with the soft strands of his hair, pulling and tugging when jay’s teeth come across quite ticklish parts of your neck.

“jay, please,” you whimper once jay moves down your chest, fingers hooking under your shirt and pulling the fragment over your head. your bra shortly comes off too.

you’re annoyed by how slow he’s going through this after almost taking you in the streets. your chest heaves with rushed breaths, still not over by how fast you have gotten home nor by how needy you feel either, “i know you want me just as much as i want you right now so-“

jay hums into your chest but doesn’t look like he’s taking your words into consideration when he harshly bites down on one of your breasts. with a squeal you immediately shut up, drawing your lower lip in between your teeth, harshly biting down.

“fuck you jay,” you manage out, a frown evident on your face.

he chuckles, “soon.”

jay abandons your chest just like that, his mouth now leaving wet traces down your tummy, “i will fuck you so good.. so good that you will scream my name,” he mouths against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

you lift your hips up, helping jay with removing your skirt. he slips it off with ease. you whine again. you want him. no, you need him.

“please jay.. please please,” you beg for the man to do something.

the man has the nerve to chuckle, “patience, baby. i will make you feel so good,” jay moves down your body slowly, hands grazing down the sides of your hips until he stops in front of your heat. he’s so close you can almost feel his breath on your panties which makes you shiver in anticipation.

another kind of shivers run down your spine when jay suddenly is pushing your panties to the side, your hot cunt now meeting with a cold whiff of air. and another one when jay dives down, without giving you any alerts, hot tongue of his meeting with your wetness. he licks at your lower lips and softly bites down on your clit, all while maintaining eye contact. you squirm and gasp. your hands find their way into his hair, rather harshly tugging at his soft strands of hair. a sign of how much you yearn for him.

jay proceeds to fuck you with his tongue until he’s replacing it with his fingers. one. two. now the letter being replaced with three and you’re choking on your own spit.

“you’re so wet, y/n. my fingers go in with ease,” jay mumbles, mouth still busy working on your clit. it’s bruising and it hurts but the pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of you is overruling the pain, “fuck, i can’t take it anymore,” jay announces and just as soon he’s pulling away. both his mouth and fingers now leaving an empty feeling.

jay pulls his body away from you, quickly fumbling with his jeans but not before taking out a condom from the back pocket. you lick your lips as jay pulls down his underwear, his cock springing out, hard and sturdy, and slapping against his stomach.

in the midst of a cloudy mind, a stupid thought is born. there’s no man in the whole world you would spread your legs so quickly for if it wasn’t jay.

unlike him.

that one thought does something to you, jealousy overtakes and hits you like a truck. a slap of reality that jay isn’t yours to begin with. you bite down on your bottom lip and while jay is focused on putting on the condom, you catch him by surprise.

reaching for his shoulders, you push him down on the bed, flipping both of you. the man hits his back on the bed frame rather harshly, the condom flying off somewhere in the room. jay’s eyes grow wide as you straddle him, hands automatically grabbing at your hips.

“wha-“ jay starts but you’re already sinking down on him, “y/n- the condom-“ he stops you before you can go down fully. you roll your eyes.

“i am on birth control, don’t worry,” you quickly say, swaying jay’s hands away and finishing off the act. you sigh in content, finally feeling full, stuffed raw and it’s something you’ve never experienced before. jay is still taken aback by your sudden change of positions but he loves it either way. as long as he can have you, it doesn’t matter.

you move up slowly before flopping back down. jay sucks in a harsh breath, head dipping down in the crook of your neck. his lips lightly graze over your naked skin before he’s sinking his teeth into your flesh, marking as if you were his. it keeps you going and that same stupid feeling is coming back. if only you were his. heart begins to ache but you brush it away by moving your hips faster, harder, until you’re both out of breath.

“that girl you kissed,” you say, placing your hands on jay’s chest and pushing him away from your neck, “at the party..,” jay stares at you, the new expression on his face giving you doubts, “…i am better than her, right?” you grit through your teeth, “i can make you feel way better, right jay?”

you ask but you don’t expect an answer and you tear up. you’re not sure if it’s from the pleasure you’re feeling or something else and you would rather not overanalyze it anymore. jay sinks his nails into your ass as he thrusts his hips into you harshly.

“say it jay- say i am b-better,” you cry out when jay thrusts in deeper. his eyes are fixated on yours but he has that unfazed look on his face and you wish to brush it away. his cock hits the deepest parts of your insides and you moan out loud when he hits the spot. now it gets repetitious, jay repeatedly thrusting into that one spot which gets your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

the silence from jay, apart from his deep grunts and groans, begins to suffocate you. you need him in a way you’ve never needed anything, anyone before.

before you know it, you are kissing jay. there’s evident hesitance before jay is pulling you closer by wrapping his hand around your waist. his lips are soft and plump against your own, just like you’ve spent countless of nights imagining what it would be like to kiss him. the kiss is short lived though as you’re pulling away, out of breath and in ecstasy.

“jay i’ll.. i will-“ you struggle with your words when the familiar feeling begins to build up in the pit of your stomach. jay seems to understand. nevertheless, he’s had you in this position so many times already.

jay hums, gripping your waist and pulling you off of him, only for his dick to slip out before he’s slamming his hips back into you again, “cum. cum for me,” he says, burying his head back into your neck. you can feel he’s close too by how his dick keeps ramming into you.

his words or rather him allowing you to do so, send you over the edge. you scream out his name, throwing your head back, body shaking non stop, pussy clenching so hard that jay cums soon after you and you get startled by the new feeling of his cum spilling inside you. you’ve forgotten he’s been fucking you raw.

both of you sit in silence, rushed breaths gradually getting calmer. when jay pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping out of you and down the sides of your legs. holy shit.

jay doesn’t leave immediately but the atmosphere is different. as always, he gives you proper after care, cleaning you up with a warm towel and you’re glad that you won’t have to wake up with his cum all dried up on your skin.

jay lays you down on the bed and tucks you in. you can barely hold your eyes open as you look at him. there’s something in his gaze that you can’t exactly put your finger on what he’s thinking. for some reason you know something’s wrong. nevertheless, he lays down beside you, caressing your hair and soothing you to sleep.

in the midst of the night, jay places a soft kiss on your forehead and leaves.

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you don’t hear from jay the next day nor a week after he left your house. and as much as you tried to believe that he was busy, it was constantly eating at you that it must have been because you kissed him.

you didn’t mean to. you were so in the moment, you lost yourself. but now you kind of understand why jay was so adamant about this fourth rule. it changed things.

on a thursday night, two weeks after hooking up with jay, you are cuddled up on your bed, a blanket thrown on your head, completely submerging you whole into the soft material, when your phone dings. your heart jumps when you see jay’s name light up the screen but it drops just as fast as it got excited once you read the following words,

hi! your english is very good! dw about it :) my requests are closed BUT i have written this exact thing so long ago and idk why i never posted it but maybe it was a sign for somebody to request it later on lmao, enjoy !!

ass: sangyeon, hyunjae, kevin, changmin, juhaknyeon, sunwoo

elaboration:

i have zero to none explanation why sangyeon is an ass guy but he just is. one of the few top fav sex positions is having you chest down, under him while he positions his cock in between your ass cheeks, fucking you slowly, not exactly giving you what you want/need:(

hyunjae would be the guy to sit you down on his lap when there’s no seats left in the car. actually no, scratch that, he would pull you down on his lap whenever he wants bc mhmhm loves feeling you press down on him.

i still see kevin as the most playful out of all of them so he would slap your ass at every given opportunity. struggles to control the urges to do so when you’re with your/his family bc hello?? that softy deserves a slap☝️

again, not sure why i think changmin is an ass worshiper.. it’s bc he’s a dancer 😎 no but you wearing skirts or anything short OR very tight clothes that bring out your proportions and changmin is on the ground, salivating like the touch deprived man he is.

juhaknyeon is on the same ‘slapping the ass’ train as kevin. honestly, he probably gets off of it too. the one to go absolutely crazy when you wear tight jeans and your ass just looks so holdable.

ahem, riding sunwoo with your back pressed against his chest while he controls your pace with his hands on your hips, but also simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass because he loves it.

boobs: jacobus, younghoon, juyeon, chanhee, eric

elaboration:

jacob… my man jacob.. 😩 depending on your boobs like on life support. no pillow? here! your boobs are available, comfy as fuck for jacob to lay his head down. just really appreciates them, sometimes you think he loves your boobs more than you lmao.

younghoon looks like the guy to love leaving bruises/hickeys all over your tits till they look like a damn painting. and him just detaching himself to look at his masterpiece with that smirk of his? heaven if i must say myself.

have y’all seen juyeon’s hands?? do i have to say anything else?? god jesus fuck, enormous veiny af hands oh no do i have a thing for hands.. just imagining how easily they would cup your breasts, hiding them under his palms and squeezing them,, it’s like they were made to hold your tits<3

now chanhee really made me overthink bc he gives me the energy of both ass and boobs but hear me out on this.. a low neckline shirt/dress always makes him go horny bc he can see the silhouettes of your boobs and it’s like game over for him.

i can see jihoon folding so quickly for y/n gosh

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“what are you wearing,” jihoon deadpans, gaze following your body as you walk into the living room. it’s the middle of november and it’s freezing outside and even inside your shared apartment so jihoon is as confused as he could be as he watches your short skirt sway from side to side. you stop walking when you hear his voice.

“hm?” you glance at him, “clothes?” confused you answer and then look down, not seeing anything unusual about your choice of clothes. maybe because it was all on purpose.

jihoon rolls his eyes, “no shit, why are you wearing a skirt?”

“oh this,” a sly smile appears on your lips as you slide your hands down your hips, “isn’t it cute? i just bought it” you turn around, showcasing the skirt. as you spin, the skirt goes up a bit and jihoon swears he just saw your ass cheeks.

jihoon gulps, suddenly feeling nervous. he squirms in his seat and clears his throat, snapping his gaze back to his phone.

when you come up behind him and look down his shoulder, jihoon’s just staring at his lock-screen. doing absolutely nothing. you place your hands on his shoulders and feel him tense up, “why are you so tense? did you overwork yourself at practice again?” you say whatever, anything just to toy with jihoon’s withering determination on winning that stupid challenge he decided to do with jaehyuk.

you laughed at it at first, thinking jihoon won’t last a day. yet you misunderstood his burning determination to win. especially when it was against jaehyuk. you knew jaehyuk’s girlfriend and how chaotic she could get, so you for sure knew jaehyuk probably already lost either way. now it was your turn to make jihoon give up.

your hands palm his skin, massaging his shoulders in a soothing way. by time jihoon relaxes, it doesn’t look like you have any tricks hidden under your sleeve. but when you slide your hands down his chest, feeling up his muscles, that’s when jihoon’s back to how he was.

“y/n,” he groans, almost as a warning.

“what? i am just giving you a massage,” you say innocently as if it’s not a big deal.

“this does not feel like a normal massage,” he sighs, squeezing the phone in his hand. you giggle, leaning into him more until the backside of his head is in between your boobs and your hands manage to reach the start of his pants.

“it’s the y/n massage,” you say coherently, bending down till your head rests on his shoulder and your lips lightly graze his neck, “it’s been fourteen days baby, you sure you can do this?” you decide to get rid of the act, feeling overly hot yourself.

“and you can’t restrict yourself from me for sixteen days more?” jihoon looks to the side and now your faces are inches apart. you grin.

“you know that i love to make you succumb to these challenges of yours”

jihoon stares at you and then his gaze drops down to your lips. you celebrate in your head, got him-

jihoon looks away, “not happening.”

you let out a deep groan but an idea pops into your mind, “alright,” you start saying, detaching yourself from the man and walking around the couch instead. you sit on the loveseat, which just so happens to be in front of the couch and bring your legs to your chest, “enjoy the show then”

jihoon doesn’t get to object when you spread your legs, your lace panties (which you wore exactly for this moment) appearing in jihoon’s sight. there’s a wet patch in the middle of your panties and jihoon has to grip whatever he can to hold himself back.

your eyes never leave his as you position your hand near your heat, lightly grazing your lower lips behind the silky material. a soft moan escapes your throat, “this could be you right now, jihoon…” you pout, “but you’re being so stuck up”

you can see the veins that appear on jihoon’s hands by how hard he’s gripping the cushions and you hold back a laugh. he’s slipping, you can feel it.

you don’t waste time and pull your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. you spread your lower lips and jihoon feels like he’s about to lose his god damn mind. you’re dripping.

“fuck you,” he snarls, gaze growing darker by seconds.

“i wish you would,” you purse your lips, such a sulky expression on your pretty face that jihoon wants to wipe it all off and punish you to how you’re supposed to be.

you push a finger in yourself and whimper at the feeling. of course it doesn’t compare anything to jihoon’s but you gotta do what you gotta do at poor times like these, “if you don’t take me by the time i cum, i will be seriously mad”

honestly, jihoon is walking on thin ice by now. it’s taking everything, every fibre in his body to hold back. yet jihoon is still so determined. you just need that one more push to make him go over the edge.

you don’t have to think too much though. jihoon’s phone goes off, indicating he’s gotten a message. as he checks his phone, he pounces on you right after and you squeal at the sudden contact.

pairing: soobin x fem!reader

words: 550

warnings: cockwarming

a/n: rushed, unfinished & not proofread,, am i finally degrading as a writer?😭

kinktober ‘22 masterlist

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“don’t.. don’t!! what the hell are you doing!!,” is one of the fragments of what you’ve been hearing for the past two hours. soobin’s constant screeches into his mic and his hand slamming on the desk whenever he gets annoyed over his teammates playing style, was how soobin decided to spend the night with you.

you were okay with it at the start, mindlessly scrolling through your phone for the first hour or so but you have failed to remember that once soobin was in his own world of gaming, he was no longer yours. you’ve been pestering him about leaving the game for the past ten minutes only to get shushed with the same ‘few more minutes’ talk.

so you pace around the room, flickering your eyes at soobin’s back every second. you finally come to a conclusion that you’re done with his constant ignorance of your presence in the room and decide to take matters into your own hands. you slowly make your way towards him and clutch at the back of his chair, spinning it around.

“wha-,” when soobin suddenly loses sight of his computer screen, he’s pulling one of his headphones off and staring at you, “can’t you wait a few more minutes??” he says, eyes pleading for you to back off. the emotionless words almost agitate you.

you frown and then climb on top of him, hugging him like a teddy bear. you hear soobin sigh before he’s spinning around once again, this time having your body close to his. he’s used to you being clingy, especially at times when he pays you no mind.

he mumbles a quick sorry into his mic and then you lose control over him again when he quickly gets back into his game. without a second thought you lift yourself up a bit and begin working on pulling his pants down.

soobin cusses because you’re blocking his view and for some reason doesn’t question what you’re doing right now. only when your cold fingers touch his member that’s when soobin jolts a bit. he eyes you but you give him one of your signature innocent smiles, continuing on freeing his cock out of the confinements of his underwear. after that it only takes you a second to slip your shorts to the side, having not been wearing panties before and sink down on him.

soobin sucks in a harsh breath, suddenly feeling warmth on his lower body half. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face into the side of his neck, completely relaxing into his hold.

from time to time you unconsciously shift your hips to get into a more comfortable position, which makes soobin tense up. every. time.

“relax binnie, focus on your game,” you whisper in his ear when he’s not being able to stop squirming under you.

you can hear beomgyu screaming in his ear to start focusing and you chuckle to yourself.

so you do have some power over this man after all.

when your constant ‘accidental’ shifts become more intense and you can actually feel soobin growing harder inside you that’s when you know he’s close to throwing the game and pulling you aside. as if reading your mind, that’s exactly what soobin does.

he throws the headphones along with the mic somewhere on his desk and then you’re being pulled off of him. soobin is red to the face and it looks like he just ran a marathon by the way his chest is heaving with quick breaths. you chuckle to yourself, “what’s the matter baby?” you coo at his expression until your eyes travel to his abdomen where his cock stands tall and proud, red and aching for your touch.

pairing: fem!reader x sunghoon

words: 500

warnings: crumbles of face fucking, cum play, cum eating

a/n: kinda feel bad that it’s so short but yk what at least something lol

kinktober ‘22 masterlist

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tears are streaming down your face, your hands prettily laid on your lap as you gaze upon sunghoon, who’s got his hands in your hair. he’s tugging and pushing you to take him deeper till you are gagging and choking around his cock.

sunghoon had a bad day and your mouth seemed like the perfect way to release some of the stress. so here you were, kneeling on the cold ground of his office, letting sunghoon use your mouth as much as he wants and however he wants. your knees are aching by this point, the stiff ground not ideal at all for such activities.

sunghoon has his both hands on your head by this point, relentlessly thrusting in your mouth, hitting the deepest parts of your throat. he cums soon after that, deep groans erupting in the room, while he keeps your mouth in place, riding out his orgasm. your nose is almost buried in his pubes.

when he finally relaxes his hands and pulls you away, you succumb to the ground, repulsively coughing from the constant impact of having his cock down your throat. some of the cum spills out from your mouth because of that.

“sorry baby, did i go too hard?” sunghoon coos, looking down at you from where he sits. you shake your head, motioning that you’re okay, you just need to catch your breath first. sunghoon was pretty rough with you today but at least you’re glad you helped him with some of the build up stress.

you look up at him again, your eyes meeting with the base of his cock once again. the tip is still leaking and, even though your throat hurts, you still lean to lick it all away and clean him up. sunghoon squirms under you, probably getting oversensitive to your touch. you maintain eye contact while collecting drops of cum on your tongue. you reach your hand to hold his shaft, smearing all the cum on your face, your cheeks, your lips before licking them again and hiding the white liquid in your mouth.

sunghoon lets out a shaky breath, “ seriously.. what a slut”

you grin at his words, “it’s so tasty, i can’t get enough”

you lap up what’s left and then pull away. your gaze darts to your lap, where the rest of the semen has fallen when you were coughing and couldn’t gulp it all down. sunghoon watches you intensely as you collect it all with your fingers before stuffing them in your mouth. you savor the taste, never being able to get enough of sunghoon.

“you will get me hard again,” sunghoon huffs, replacing your hands with his and giving himself a few hard pumps.

the corners of your mouth lift up in a smile and you beam at him, “please”

“please what?,” sunghoon raises an eyebrow.

“please cum all over my face next” you bat your eyes at him, sweetly and hear sunghoon laugh.

pairing: fem!reader x eric

words: 2.2k

warnings: lots of swearing, big dick eric ig, not proof read, this would literally never happen irl just saying lol

a/n: im so behind by all the kinktober days,, ive been sick and my midterms started so im very sorry, I guess i will just post these whenever i write them ://

kinktober ‘22 masterlist

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you hated eric with your whole being. there was nothing relatively good about him, he was a douchebag and the biggest narcissistic person you’ve ever crossed paths with. however the feelings seemed to be mutual and you were partly glad that you didn’t have to deal with eric as much. except that nowadays you mostly had to.

you’ve entered an english literature club once the new semester started and your smile has never dropped so fast when you saw eric sitting on the desk, a smirk growing on his stupid face as soon as he saw you.

you’d think your relationship would’ve gotten better if you were at the same club, having to work together but no, that did not happen. what it did, was deepen your hatred towards the man immensely.

it was even more horrible when you had no close friends in that club and had to deal with eric alone. so you’d bicker with him. every. chance. you. got.

“that’s it!,” the club president yells out one day, her voice reminding you of how absolutely done she is with the constant fighting, “both of you stay here and clean up the lecture room and at least talk it out for fucks sake!”

eric grins, “we would have done that a long time ago if y/n wasn’t such a stuck up bitch.”

“fuck off eric,” you glare at him, before fixating your gaze on the club president, “i am not staying in the same room as him”

“yes you are,” she deadpans. she quickly collects her books that were scattered on the desk and holds them against her chest, “it’s an easy task, clean up and let go of your pride for a bit” then she’s leaving but not until she’s slamming the door behind her, do you begin to move. you walk straight towards the door, having absolutely no intention to stay in the same room as eric. your hand moves towards the knob and you pull the door but it doesn’t budge.

“no fucking way,” you mutter, pulling at the knob as if it’s going to open so easily while quite literally being locked.

eric hears your commotion with the door and soon he’s standing right behind you, “hm, smart of her” he nods, in thought.

you turn around and meet face to face with eric. he’s so close that your breath hitches in your throat for a moment before you’re pushing him away, “don’t stand this close to me asshole”

eric lets out a hoarse laugh but backs away with his hands up in the air, “woah calm down babe”

you grimace at the name, “don’t call me that.” you walk towards one of the desks and slump down on the chair, “how long do you think sarah’s gonna keep us locked in here?” you ask after some time, watching as eric settles down on the desk beside yours. you frown because he literally could’ve sat anywhere else.

“until she’s not hearing any screaming that’s for sure,” he shrugs.

“then let’s stay quiet.” you cross your arms and watch as eric pulls his legs up on top of the desk. “this is why professors hate you,” you glare at him, motioning at his sitting position.

“does it look like i care?” eric scoffs, getting his phone out of his pocket and doing whatever on it. you couldn’t care less either.

you sit in silence for like five good minutes until eric seems to get bored, “let’s do something fun,” he announces, placing his phone on the table.

you reluctantly look at him, “i don’t want to do anything fun with you.”

“but look, it’s gonna be fun and it’s going to make us closer too,” he smirks and you’re getting bad vibes from the way his face twists to this dark expression. he pulls down his legs from the table with a swift move, and then slides his feet under your desk, the tips of his shoes playing with your own. you watch the little act in confusion. you have zero to none ideas what eric is up to.

“you’re the last person i want to get close to,” you state.

a loud scratching nose against the ground is heard when eric moves his chair closer to you and places his hand on your thigh, “this would go against your rule though..,” he begins saying and you gulp at the feeling of his hand, “i would probably make you scream and sarah would never let us out.” he finishes and another stupid smirk grows on his face. you hate that you enjoy this, “so stay silent will you?”

you can’t process anything when eric slides his hand upwards, caressing your skin below your skirt, getting awfully close to your panties. he watches your face immensely, never turning his eyes away from you.

“don’t think you will make me scream at all,” you retort, setting your attention on him, “you might have a big ego but i doubt there’s a big one in your pants,” you say as you point to his crotch, chuckling to yourself when eric looks like you just hurt his pride.

he suddenly grabs your hand and places it right on top of his crotch, “then feel it,” your eyes widen at the unexpected action while eric continues to move your hand up and down, and soon you feel him grow bigger under your palm.

you have no idea why is your body acting up and lustful thoughts are entering your head but now you want to prove him that there’s no way he would make you scream, “it’s not that big,” you shrug, not giving into in feeding his ego.

“i can see you lying through your teeth,” eric tilts his head to the side, mocking the way your eyes stay glued to his bulge, “maybe if we fuck now, i can change your mind”

you’re a bit startled by his shameless words but then again - this is eric of all people. you stare at him for a bit before letting your own shameless side engulf you and stand up from your chair, retracting your hand from his crotch. eric watches you with that dark gaze of his. honestly, he thinks you’re about to move away from him as far as possible but you surprise him by straddling him instead. instinctively eric places each of his hands on your hips to support you from falling.

“what’s this?,” eric deeply mutters, a hint of lust lacing his voice.

“you want to fuck me? then do so,” you simply say, rolling your hips down on his bulge. a low groan escapes his lips.

“you’re unbearable,” he hisses.

“and you’re annoying,” you retort almost immediately but eric is quick to shush you down with a kiss. you gasp at the sudden contact, giving access for eric to easily slip his tongue inside. it’s a hot and a messy kiss, both of your teeth clashing together, one that makes you absolutely lose it. eric pulls on your bottom lip before licking your lips all over, mixing his saliva with yours. you’d think it’s disgusting but in a moment like this, where you already feel so damn horny, you don’t care anymore. you don’t even care that it’s eric. one hell of a devil in disguise.

“i hate you so much i hope you know that,” you say in between the kiss and feel eric chuckle. his hands continuously grasp at your hips, gripping the soft flesh, almost digging his nails into your skin that you’re sure will leave marks.

“me too,” he answers before deepening the kiss by placing his hand on the back of your head. the chair is making squeaky noises after all the rocking you’ve been doing and eric is first to complain however, “this chair is so fucking uncomfortable, get on the desk babe”

you scramble off of him and sit down on the desk to which eric pushes you down until you’re practically laying down. his hand slides down your chest, circles your boobs, giving each of them a rough grab which makes you whine, “you’re so hot but your personality is terrible,” he mumbles, letting his hand slide down your tummy until it rests on the beginning of your skirt.

you let out a huff, “you’re average looking and your personality is terrible, so at least i am better at something,” that might have been a weak spot when eric roughly slaps your thigh. you wince.

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, “if i wasn’t hot you wouldn’t have been here right now spreading your legs open for me”

you look to the side and bite your lips before mumbling a quiet, “that’s true..”

eric doesn’t waste any time in lifting your skirt up, his hands immediately pressing down on your panties, he snorts when he feels wetness, “couldn’t expect anything less from you,” he laughs.

you squirm from his touch, “what’s taking you so long?,” you look up, about to mock him, but eric is sliding your panties to the side and stuffing a finger into you. you whine at the feeling, all previous remarks leaving your head in an instant.

“you’re so wet, you ready for me to make you scream?,” he grins looking down at you, his finger grazing your folds.

“in your dreams loser,” you give him your signature smile, one that always manages to stir him up. eric frees out his cock and your mouth waters at the sight. he is definitely big and you hate the fact that you made yourself think that he wasn’t.

“good thing i have some leftovers,” eric says before pulling out a condom from his back pocket.

“the fuck you bringing condoms to uni- oh my god did you plan this-“ you whine out, feeling like you coming into this club today was nothing more than a trap.

“you never know,” he shrugs before unwrapping the condom and sliding it down his shaft, “sad that i can’t fuck your raw”

“oh quit talking, do something already!,” you say, a frown appearing on your face. eric is for sure taking his sweet time for literally nothing.

“fine. you asked for it,” he answers and before you know it, he’s pushing himself in. you grip his arms that are firmly placed on each side of your body.

“f-fuck,” you stutter out, feeling your walls getting stretched out by his girth. eric stops for a moment, savoring the feeling of being all the way, deep inside you, before he’s pulling out and then slamming his hips back into yours. for a second you forget why you were here in the first place - to keep your mouth shut - and let out a squeal. when realization hits, you let go of one of his hands and bite down on your wrist.

eric chuckles at that, “you’re trying so hard even though i know you want to scream,”

“f-fuck off,” you still manage to cuss him out even when eric’s cock keeps hitting the deepest ends of your core. eric never lets his pace die down, always keeping it fast and steady.

your eyes water at the intensity but you still keep on muffling your moans with your hand, “oh c’mon now,” eric whines, “let me hear your pretty moans” his hand reaches out for yours and he pins it above your head.

it doesn’t do much however as you’re still determined to keep your voice in by biting on your lips. you will not feed into his ego.

“tsk,” he lets out a sound of disapproval, “fine, then moan into my mouth instead,” before he places his lips on yours. and you do exactly that because it makes it even harder to keep the whimpers in or even normally breathe by this point.

eric continues keeping his mouth pressed on yours, muffling every sound you let out. either way, it’s a small win for you. but you begin to choke on your own saliva so you push eric away with the other free hand you have. eric doesn’t force himself on you anymore and rather succumbs into his own pleasure, grinding down on you, “yeah, i bet you feel so fucking amazing being filled up with my cock, eh?”

you shake your head with what energy you have left, “n-no—ah! eric-fuck!” you whimper when one thrust hits a particular spot.

eric chuckles, “ah did i find it?,” he asks but you know he’s not actually expecting an answer to that when he repeatedly keeps hitting that same spot over and over again. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you squeeze around him in return. eric lets out a grumble and lays all of his bodyweight down on you, which makes him thrust into you deeper. you let out a loud moan and suddenly you don’t even care anymore, you just want to finish.

it doesn’t take long before eric is cumming into the condom, deep groans eliciting from his throat and into your ears. when eric realizes you still haven’t came yet, he grazes his thumb against your clit, giving you those last final pushes.

your head goes blank and you’re starting to see stars, letting eric ride out his orgasm and soon coming undone yourself.

eric pulls out of you and goes to discard the condom, while you lay on the desk catching your breath.

“i heard one scream,” eric grins when you pull yourself up in a sitting position.