little star

Genre: smut Wordcount: 5641 Summary: Jisung is your little brother Jeongin’s annoying, loud, stupidly sexy friend you want to subjugate and dominate. But maybe he has some surprises up his sleeve.  Warnings: switch!reader, switch!Jisung, but mostly hard(?)Dom!Jisung, face slapping, mild choking, manhandling, some slightly degrading dirty talk on both sides, unprotected sex (be smarter, life is not a fic!), oral sex (male receiving), big cock!Jisung, swearing, and I think that’s it :D  “Noona…"  Jisung breathes, sprawled on the couch under you. You’re hovering above him, one knee to the side of his thigh and one hand on the couch’s backrest, next to his head. Said head is now thrown back, Jisung’s thick hair mussed and pretty eyes glassy and half-lidded as he looks at you, periodically turning his head to kiss your wrist and forearm, one of his hands groping and rubbing your thigh, the other gripping at the couch.  "You like that, Sungie?” You all but coo at the handsome boy, taking in the way his chest heaves, nipples poking through his T-shirt, his cock rock-hard and throbbing under your other hand that he keeps bucking into as you stroke him over his sweatpants. You want to make him leak until there is a wet patch in the light gray cotton, and judging by the way Jisung groans and bites his lip, you’re well on your way there.  “Y-yeah, noona, please don’t stop…” His voice cracks a little on his breathy plea and you speed up your insistent rubbing for just a few strokes and Jisung moans into the ceiling, trying to fuck into your hand, groaning in frustration when your hand halts into a harsh grip at his base.  “N-noona…"  It would be a whine had his voice not dropped and the raspy timbre, interspersed with hot breaths, makes your core tingle.You shouldn’t be doing this, Jisung is your younger brother’s friend, but ever since they met last year and Jisung started hanging out at your place, the tension had been palpable. 

➳ “what if we—“

silence, followed by the murmuring of voices and footsteps only just outside of the single-use bathroom door. not people waiting, but working. thankfully. your train of thought not so easily disrupted, however, and the same for him – hand still buried between your thighs.

“what if we did this outside of here sometime?”

I was on the I-5 in Washington State. The van was white, with blacked out windows. There was graffiti or something on the right side of the van, but I was too scared to read it.

DO NOT GO HOME!

⁍ pairing — bang chan x fem!reader ⁍ genre — fluff and smut ⁍ word count — 11.2k words ⁍ details — established relationship, domesticity, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing (again), you’re both really in love (again), hard smut | details under the cut ⁍ notes — part 2 of for the weekend is here! thank you so much to everyone who supported part 1 and asked for more. it gave me so much motivation to start and finish this one and i maaay have gotten a little bit carried away considering it’s almost triple the size. and the smut… yea…. please lmk if you enjoyed it! ♥️ part 1

➳ “what if we—“

silence, followed by the murmuring of voices and footsteps only just outside of the single-use bathroom door. not people waiting, but working. thankfully. your train of thought not so easily disrupted, however, and the same for him – hand still buried between your thighs.

“what if we did this outside of here sometime?”

genre: absolutely filthy smut

warnings: brat tamer! idol, sub! reader, afab reader, masturbation, choking, hair pulling, marking, handcuffs, pet names, degradation, praise (brief), humiliation, swearing, overstimulation, impact play, oral sex, interfemoral sex, fingering, use of the colour system. this is written under the assumption that all kinky acts performed have been discussed many times prior. consent is important and limits should always be discussed with any partner

requested: nope, this came from my own perverted mind

word count: 5.1k

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​ @etherealeeknow​ 

a/n: welp, i definitely went overboard on this. count this as my apology for the angst lately. this is absolutely disgusting filth and i hope you enjoy :) this also isn’t proofread (i say like i’ve proofread anything i’ve written) so if you see any mistakes feel free to let me know and i’ll fix it :) also i was kidding when i said i’d finish this at 5am but it’s literally 5.03am so that’s a bit funny lol

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Pairing: Minho + F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom Minho, Face fucking, Knife play, Degradation.

**Content Warning: Rough Face-Fucking, Vague Oragsm Denial, Slight Degradation**

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Chris is leaned back in in his studio chair, stressed and frankly, depressingly overworked. He’s been staring at a singular bar on his screen for the last hour. Nothing is coming to his head though, he can’t figure it out, what this little bridge is missing. He sighs heavily and leans even further back. He’s not getting anything done this way. Maybe if he can relax it’ll come to him he thinks. He knows the quickest way to do that and lets his eyes slip closed, hand sliding from his keyboard to the front of his sweats.

He lets his mind wander and even though he’s hard it’s not very satisfying. He groans though it’s mostly from frustration. Then his ears pick up the sound of his studio door code being punched in and he has half a mind to roll himself under his desk on the off chance it’s one of the guys. Then he remembers… lunch with Y/N. His concerned frown curls into a smirk. Perfect.

She pushes the door open with a greeting on her lips that practically slides off as she looks him up and down, reclined in his chair, legs spread and hand lazily stroking himself. The bag of food she’s brought in almost falls from her hands.

“Close the door.” Chris instructs and after a moment of hesitation Y/N does that, letting it fall shut with a click of the automatic lock. She places the food down without needing to be told and it makes Chris smirk wider.Coming to stand between his wide knees, Y/N catches her bottom lip in her teeth. He reaches up and caresses the side of her cheek. “I’m glad you’re here,” his hand moves from her face to the top of her head, threading through her hair before he presses down. She drops easily to the ground and looks up at him, waiting for his decree. “Do it for me.”

Y/N doesn’t need any other instructions, quickly undoing the tie of his sweatpants and reaching in to pull his cock out, hard and hot. She runs her fingers against the smooth skin and his hand tightens its grip, she winces slightly and meets his gaze again.

“You know what I want. Don’t make me wait.” His voice holds no room for argument and Y/N shuffles forward taking the tip of Chris into her mouth. Working her way down his shaft quickly she forces her throat to relax around his length and lets the spit pool so the slide is easier for when he… the pressure on her head is almost immediate, Chris bringing her down further with his hold. There are already tears prickling at the corner of her eyes but Chris hardly cares about them. This is about his pleasure, not her discomfort and she knows that.

Once he’s sure she can take him completely without gagging he’s merciless, fucking up into her hot mouth as she tries to suck and swallow around him, spit trailing wetly out of her lips which are getting more and more red as he chases his pleasure. The way his tip hits the back of her throat each time he roughly guides her head down to meet the thrusts of his hips is delicious.

“Fuck, that’s perfect, suck harder like the good little toy you are.” She does as she’s told even though there’s tears joining the mess on her face. He does that for long minutes, only letting her off to catch her breath when he feels her throat flutter around him and the hands she has on his thighs curl and claw at him.

When he’s close he pulls her off him by her hair and he’s satisfied in the way she’s gasping for air, her mouth swollen from his cock. He moves his hand down and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, a silent instruction to keep her mouth open. His other hand keeps stroking fast and hard to keep the momentum of his orgasm going. Chris moves his hand out of the way and replaces his thumb with the head of his cock and Y/N’s tongue rolls out to meet him and it’s enough, the flick of it against his slit, to send him over. He paints her mouth with white and she holds the position, a bit of his climax sliping from her tongue to her chin. He lets her close her mouth once he’s relaxed back in his chair and tucked away.

“Make sure to savor it baby-girl,” he watches her swallow slowly, licking her lips to make sure she’s caught all that she can. Chris can tell by the way her own legs have spread that she’s probably soaking through her panties. He does nothing about it and she knows better to ask. If he had any intention of letting her have her own pleasure he’d have told her before he came. Instead Y/N stands on wobbly knees and wipes her chin with the back of her hand, trying her hardest to fix the tangles Chris has created in her hair.

Chris isn’t completely cruel though. He reaches forward and kisses the back of her knuckles gently, the smirk shifting into a thankful smile.

“Now, what did my girl bring for us to eat?”

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Lee Minho x gender neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2′292

tags - roommate!Minho, smut, vanilla, rough, deepthroating, facefucking

(requests are always open!)

You met Minho in literature class. You’d been paired together for a project that involved analysis and a presentation on one of your favourite novels. You both liked Keigo Higashino’s books and worked well together. One project was all it took for the two of you to hang out more often, beginning to sit beside each other in class and get dinner together often. 

After a year of friendship Minho mentioned in passing that he didn’t have enough money to pay for his current apartment. The two of you went apartment hunting together, attending viewings and often getting weird looks from estate agents for giggling about the odd furniture or weird layouts you encountered.

He still hadn’t found an apartment a week before he was supposed to leave his current one. The two of you viewed one last apartment, ending up back at your place after discussing the pros and cons all the way there. Minho stared at your TV with a look of resignation on his face. Every now and then his eyes would look back to you and while he didn’t look particularly sad, you knew that one misplaced word would probably make him cry.

“Hey, Minho,” you said, nudging his thigh with your foot. He hummed as he looked back at you. “That apartment today had two bedrooms, right?”

“Yeah but it’s too expensive, I can’t afford-”

“It won’t be that expensive if it’s split, right?” you asked. Minho tilted his head, waiting for you to explain. “It’ll be cheaper for me too. If we move in there together, I mean. I get it if it’s weird but it could be just until you get back on your feet.”

Minho smiled at you, offering you some popcorn from the bag he was holding. 

You’d been living together for a year now and everything ran smoothly for the most part. At first there’d been arguments and petty fights but they’d gotten few and far between as months went by. You got used to each other’s habits and routines, learned each other’s boundaries and got used to doing favours for each other.