don’t be shy.

jaemin loves to accessorize.

he never leaves the apartment without some kind jewelry on his body, complimenting his outfits. he frequently wore chains, maybe the occasional bracelet, but you had to say that your favorite accessory on him were his rings.

he always had them on both hands, adorning his pale skin. some fingers had more than one ring, maxing out at four on his middle finger. you loved playing with them and well, he loved playing with you.

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you bit down on your hand as jaemin pressed his palm against your clothed core, rubbing you through the silky fabric. you didn’t want to admit it, but what made it even better was the extra pressure from the rings digging into you. 

“mm, you’re so wet baby,” jaemin groaned, moving back up your body to press a kiss on your collarbone. his hand met yours, pulling it from your mouth. he rubbed his thumb over the deep bite mark you made from restraining your moans. “now, what did i say? that i wanted to hear your pretty noises, right? hips up.”

you pushed your hips towards the ceiling, letting your boyfriend pull your panties off your body and throwing them to some part of the room, to be found later. you shiver at the cool air hitting your pussy, the hairs on your body standing up. jaemin wasted no time by licking up your folds and circling your clit one, two, three times before sucking harshly. your hands flew to his hair, tugging on his hair. after a few moments, he came back up, about to slide his rings off his fingers.

“w-wait, keep them on,” your voice lowered into a whisper at the end of your sentence, your cheeks flaring red. did you really just say that? you heard a chuckle from jaemin and you met his eyes, dark and brooding. you felt butterflies in your lower abdomen at the thought of what might come next.

“naughty girl, you want to feel my rings in you?” he smirked and you could only nod in response. you were already dripping wet, soaking the sheets under you, spurring jaemin on to not hold back on you. “what princess wants, princess gets.”

his fingers circled your opening before he inserts two fingers into you, thrusting them deep into you. the rings gave a little more stretch and the cool metal inside of you elicited a loud moan. with the pretty sounds coming from your mouth, jaemin didn’t hesitate to add another finger in, something he hasn’t done before. you let out a cry as he started to move his fingers in and out of you, curling to hit your sweet spot. your back arched off the bed as his pace continued to quicken, slurred curses and moans coming out of your mouth. you  tightened around his fingers, your climax quickly approaching. jaemin let out a quiet grunt, his cock hard in his pants from the visual of you trashing around in the bed, your eyes closed and mouth open.

“i’m going to– fuck fuck fuck!” you scream as jaemin’s mouth was latched around your clit, sucking as his fingers drilled in and out of you. everything became white and fuzzy as your orgasm ripped through your body. he kept fingering you through your climax, slowing down to a stop once your body relaxed. he pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean. 

“so sweet.”

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prompt drabbles are labelled at the bottom of the masterlist if anyone wanted to read those!!

junhui was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you to come out. it was hansol and seokmin’s birthdays and for the occasion, they decided on a club setting. it wasn’t everyday you got to go out and party with your boyfriend and friends so why not go the full nine yards? you had on a baby pink satin dress with thin straps that went down your shoulders and across your back and black stilettos on your feet.

you were quick to scurry into the living room and cleared your throat to grab jun’s attention and sure enough, his head rose from his phone and his eyes met yours. he took a glance at what you had on and his eyes widened as he stood up almost instantaneously. “what do you have on their, miss?”

“a dress?” you gave him an innocent look as he took one of the straps and ran it between his fingers. his face was cold as he looked at you up and down. “you okay, babe?”

“you’re not going out in that outfit,” jun snipped, his words flat and quick to bite. your lips part a little in awe at his sudden words.

“and why not?” you whined at him, looking into his eyes with a pout. “it’s just the dress!”

“there are gonna be so many men laying eyes on you, baby,” he cooed, running his hand down your hair and cutting to your chin, lifting it up ever so slightly. “they can’t think you’re up for grabs, now can they?”

“babe, you can’t make me change. we’re gonna be late!” you shake your head at him and pull away from his grasp. “we’ll be fine, we all know i’m yours and yours only.”

you push yourself up and place a reassuring kiss on jun’s cheek, giving him a smile. knowing he can’t fight you on it, he sighs in defeat. “fine. but at least put my coat on top? it’s chilly outside.”

you gladly nod at his suggestion and watched your boyfriend shrug off his black coat and place it over your shoulders. whiffs of his cologne grace your nose and you couldn’t help but smile wider.

“wen junhui, what would i do without you?”

to say you disliked him was an understatement: you two absolutely despised each other and butted heads ever since you were in the first grade. there was just a natural disconnection between you two and it has carried its way all the way to your senior year of highschool.

“listen, if you and i just don’t fucking move or speak, these seven minutes should go by in no time, got it?” his words were sharp and to the point, adding to your (already) growing annoyance.

“it doesn’t take an idiot to know that minghao, trust me, i’d rather be with literally ANYBODY else but you in here,” you snip back, tossing your hair to one side of your head. a silence comes over the two of you and in the back of your head, you thought that ‘hey, this will be easier than expected.’

“excuse you, but you are literally the textbook definition of an idiot so i had to explain it to you!” god, it was so good while it lasted.

“what happened to not talking, hmm?”

“it’s called freedom of speech, y/n, look it up,” minghao rolled his eyes at you and it took all you had to not stick him down his throat.

“apparently, not everyone deserves to have that right,” you said under your breath.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!”

“well the same to you!”

“oh, you suck at—“

your little squabble was suddenly cut off with minghao’s lips on yours and taken aback, you push him off. “what was that for?”

“i told you to shut up, didn’t i?” minghao smirked and with a final decision in your head, you pulled him by his shirt collar and your lips met his once more, this time with more fire.

his hands gripped your waist tight as he took your bottom lip in between his teeth. one hand pulled down your top, your breasts spilling out and exposed to the cold air. minghao played with your breast, tugging and twisting your nipples and massaging you.

your hips pushed up against his and you whimpered as you came in contact with his hard length, struggling against the confines of his jeans. minghao pressed your body against the wall, his clothed cock pressing against your pussy. he pulled away from your lips and leaned into your ear. “when these seven minutes are up, let’s find a room, yeah?”

you could only whisper in approval as you tried to keep your moans down to a minimum. his lips were locked onto your neck, sucking and biting bruises into your soft skin. your hips danced with his and you could only wish for the time being that he could be inside of you.

your hands drop from his neck and made their way down to his lower abdomen. you unbuttoned his jeans and right when you were about to touch him, a knock came at the door.

“time’s up, lovebirds!” your friend dokyeom, yelled.

minghao pulled away from you completely and you took a moment to catch your breathe and reorient yourself. with a nod, he opened the closet door and you squinted at the light of the room. everyone’s eyes were on the two of you and with the disheveled appearances, it doesn’t take two and two to know what happened in the closet.

“so sorry but, we have to drop out the game,” you giggled as minghao took you by the wrist and whisked you off to find somewhere to finish what you started in the closet.

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i’ve been thinking about this for a while now and i’ve decided that i’m going to start new on my requests! i guess the whole reason why i haven’t been posting in 2020 is because idk what to write in regards to all the requests i have in my inbox :( i feel like i won’t do your prompts justice and my shorts would sound repetitive.

so i’m going to delete all my current requests. to start fresh for the new year! if you still want to see your idea written, my requests are open and you can send them again and i’ll take it on with a fresher take.

[5:54pm] renjun was all too eager to drag you back into his room the moment you guys got home from the beach, not bothering to wait up for the other guys. you scamper behind him, giggles filling the air around the two of you. once you got to his room, he turned and pushed you against the door, slamming it shut. you whine at your head hitting the wood so abruptly but you were quickly distracted by renjun’s lips being pressed against yours.

“as i please, huh?” renjun chuckled darkly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. his bulge rubbed up against the thin material of your bikini as he began to press up against you. he placed an open-mouthed kiss onto your neck, sucking on the delicate skin just enough to leave a mark. he take your hand and places it on top of his crotch, allowing you to do the rest while he got busy.

he pulled off the large shirt you used as a coverup and pulled the strings of your bikini top off, revealing your breasts. the cold air of the room hit your nipples, letting them perk up instantly. renjun bent his head down and slipped one of the buds into his mouth, sucking and nipping on the sensitised flesh. his other hand took care of your other breast, massaging it and playing with your nipple, tweaking and pulling on it.

you briefly snapped yourself out of your pleasure haze to the hand that was resting on top of your boyfriend’s cock. your hand creeps upwards and slips into his swim trunks, reaching for his cock instantly. you run your hand up and down its shaft before wrapping your hand around him and began to jerk him off. a groan ripped through his lips at the sensations, renjun’s actions coming to a halt.

“you feel how hard you make me baby? especially with the bikini you had on today. it took my everything not to ravish you right in front of everyone.”

you gulp at his words, feeling your stomach tighten at the dirty thought. you felt renjun’s hand on your wrist, a silent command for you to let go of him. you oblige and proceeded to watch him shimmy his trunks down. coming to your senses, you copy his actions and flung your bikini bottoms somewhere in the room. with you and renjun both bare, he spared no time in trapping you between the door and him, his arms caging you in from the sides. he nudged your legs open with his knee, granting him easy accsss to your dripping core.

“keep quiet, okay?” renjun smiles as he plunges straight into you. he knew what he was doing and you bit your lips to minimize your noise level as much as possible. the other boys were right downstairs but the thought of you being heard was sinfully appealing. in an act of courage, you let a wanton moan flow past your lips, perking renjun’s ears. he thrusts harder into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. “i’m serious, love. if you don’t keep your pretty lips closed, i’ll find a way to keep them closed.”

“oh yeah? show me,” you look into his clouded eyes and smirk, egging renjun on some more. in a swift motion, he hooked his arm behind your knee and pulled it up, pressing it against your chest. the new position got him deeper into you, reaching areas you didn’t know could be reached. you begin to squeal at the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot, only getting it cut short by renjun’s hand wrapped around your neck. he began to apply bits of pressure, not enough to hurt you but enough to constrict some air flow.

renjun continued to pound into you, his thrusts ruthless as they shook the door everytime his hips collided with yours. he never lost feeling of your g-spot, hitting it with every thrust. with each motion, you were sent further into your orgasm, the feeling rapidly creeping up on you. as you tightened up around him, so did the grip on your neck as renjun’s high also chased him. right when you thought the hold on your neck was too much, the pressure released and you suddenly felt your clit being stimulated. all the sensations happened so quickly that it pushed you over the edge of your orgasm, your vision turning white as a string of moans and whimpers came out your lips. renjun gave one more powerful thrust and he shot spurts of cum up your pussy, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. he slowly eased up on rubbing your clit, timing it to when you began to come down from your intense high.

when you became level headed, you were suddenly aware of the loss of feeling in your legs and you stumble against renjun, who caught you just in time. he held you up by your shoulders. he scooped you up and gently placed you on the bed where the soft sheets enveloped you. the bed dipped on the other side and renjun pulled the sheets over you and held you against his chest. the sound of his heartbeat lulled you into the comfy darkness, the exhaustion finally taking over.

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A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS? i really didn’t even notice 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you guys so much ❤️

i’m ia a lot so thank you for putting up with it but i hope to get a lot of content out over the holidays, just to spice it up a bit 🥵 but really, thank you thank you!