Jiji's Smut Guide

[7:12am] It’s early in the morning, yet the sunlight filtering through the window doesn’t particularly get you or Kun to wake up. In fact, at first, you don’t really see him at all, but you can feel what he’s doing.

“Mm,” you hum, “Isn’t it too early for this?”

Kun’s head pops up from under the blankets, and he dons a sweet smile that immediately has you pliable under his fingertips. “It’s never too early to put a smile on that beautiful face of yours, darling.”

You giggle at his cheesy response, but it’s cut off by a quiet moan as you feel his tongue run up the length of your core. He leans up again.

“I just wanted to spend my time today making you feel special. You already know we don’t see each other much because of my work, so I’m here to make you feel wonderful,” Kun explains, pressing small kisses to the inside of your thigh and your belly. “Won’t you let me?”

You nod and weave your hands through his silky hair. “So beautiful,” he murmurs before tracing a finger along your heat. “You’re always so gorgeous, do you know that? Even in the morning, especially then, when I get to see the raw you.”

“Mmm, keep talking,” you say jokingly, laughing but rutting your hips against his fingers. Two more join his ministrations, and he chuckles along with you.

“And when you’re like this,” he continues, moving his fingers slowly in you and rubbing small circles on your clit with his thumb, “writhing under me and moaning my name, I can’t help but think I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

By the time he finishes his small speech, you can feel your high approaching. He leans up to capture your lips with his as you release, his fingers helping you through your high. When he pulls away, you’re panting.

"Just this last round, then I'll get to you," Felix replies absentmindedly. You suck your teeth and make your way over to where he's sitting on the floor, watching his game for a little bit instead of letting your irritation overtake you. Suddenly, however, an idea comes to you. You lay over Felix's lap, your face close to his crotch. It doesn't particularly raise any suspicion; you're always laying on him in different ways.

A little peek to ensure he's not paying attention goes by and soon after you're tracing the outline of his cock with you finger. You physically feel Felix shiver. "U-Uh, Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Felix asks. He manages a glance down at you, but all he can see is false innocence in your eyes as you continue tracing the outline.

"Just playing around," you reply, giving his cock a light squeeze, "I'm bored. You can entertain yourself, and I'll entertain myself. Win-win!"

Felix takes a deep breath before turning back to his game. He can't let you have this, not before the match is over. You smile wider at his cocky disposition and decide to slide your hand further up, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. You could already tell he wasn't wearing any underwear, so this is a plus for you. His breath hitches when you get your hand in his pants, slowly running your hand across his member.

"Shit, I almost died," Felix complains through a slight groan. Now would be a good time, you think, to take it up a notch. You pull him out of his sweatpants, kiss the tip, and start leaving little kitten licks over his length. Felix is dying to put his controller down and fuck your mouth like you're asking for, but he can't let you have this; not now, not ever.

But just when he thinks things are going smooth, you take his entire length down to the hilt, and he can't handle it. His breath hitches before one of his hands comes down to grip your hair by instinct, completely forgetting about the task at hand and opting for getting a grip while you work on him. All he feels is bliss as you slide your tongue against him like smooth silk, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you pick up the pace. It doesn't take you long to get what you want; once your falsely innocent eyes meet his deep brown ones and you hollow your cheeks around him, he's letting go, shooting loads of surprisingly sweet essence into your mouth and watching it ooze out from between your pretty pink lips. You pull off of him and look him in the eyes, smirk on your face and tongue slightly out as you hear the sounds of the game around you. Time freezes like that for a moment until you hear it-- the telltale sound of you winning and Felix dying in the game.

He looks between you and the tv screen a couple times before groaning. "Aw, c'mon, Y/N!" You simply shrug and swallow what was in your mouth. He looks you up and down before sitting the controller down and pushing you lightly to the ground, towering over you.

i have morkle kgs smut in mind so you’ll end up with a longer one after

[6:49]

“Please, Mommy, I’ve been good,” Mark begs you again. You hum to yourself, contemplating whether you should let your boy go or not as your flick your wrist over the head of his aching cock.

“I don’t know,” you tut, “you were pretty naughty earlier. You wouldn’t even let me cook properly, rutting against my leg like the dirty pup you are. Do you really think you were that good?” Mark doesn’t answer at first and only pants for a little, his hips unintentionally rising to meet your long but slow strokes. A drawn out whine slips past his pretty pink lips.

“I-I’m… s…o close…” he mumbles. You can tell that he can barely think– after all, you’ve been at this for almost an hour and a half, teasing him close to the edge only to harshly drag him back over. His eyes are blown wide and shiny, but still dazed, as if sleepy. You can tell this has to ends soon, so you speed up a little. “Please Mommy, pleasepleaseplease–”

“Go ahead then, pup. I suppose you can.”

With those words, Mark releases the most beautiful string of pearly white essence with a high moan. His chest heaves as he pants and you help him through his orgasm. His eyes flutter open and closed before finally closing with a sigh. “Thank you so much,” he says finally. You lean over and kiss his forehead gently.

“I have to take care of my baby, yeah? I’ll be back to clean you up.”

“Hey, what’s wrong sweetie?”

You can hear Yuta’s voice from across the room, but at first you don’t acknowledge it. He sits down next to you, slinging an arm across your shoulders and pulling you in close to him. He smells of something sweet and woody, like cherries and pine. “Wanna talk about it?”

“My dog passed recently,” you whisper to him. His lips form an “o” before he pulls you in even closer, pressing light butterfly kisses across your cheeks, forehead, and finally a sweeter, longer lasting kiss on your lips. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll be here with you every step of the way, okay? And while you’ll remember your puppy, I hope you can be happy just like them, okay?”