No But Im Going To Cry I Love This So Much

No but I’m going to cry… I love this so much 🥺❤️‍🔥

day 2: lee know + accidental stimulation

©straykeedz

tw: bff2l; female anatomy; just soft sex on the couch; very brief nipple play; unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); pull out method; ♡

wc: 3,3k

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this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Minho’s hands are all over your skin - touching, brushing, groping, scraping, squeezing your body in whatever way he pleases, as he leaves hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone. At the same time, he slides his hard dick between your wet folds, tip repeatedly brushing against your clit, making you whimper every single time, muffling the sounds that escape your lips with the back of your hand as his movements practically drive you crazy. 

“You’re so wet, baby. So, so wet. I could slip right in.”, he chuckles, collecting some of your arousal with the pad of his fingers, pleased with what he finds between your legs - a literal mess. 

You want him to. You want him to just stop teasing you and fucking put it in instead. You want to feel him, feel the velvety tip of his cock part your slit and finally enter you, you want him to sink in your body, you want him to lose his mind as he thrusts his hard cock back and forth inside of you, you want him to unravel under your touch just like you’re doing right now under his. 

“Please do.”, you grab him by the wrist, hissing when his dick brushes against your clit once more - you’re already so close to cumming, but you want to feel him properly first. 

“You want me to?” Minho asks you, dark brown, boba eyes staring into yours. You nod slowly, and you feel him move one hand to wrap his slender fingers around his velvety cock, ready to align it to your entrance - the very tip now kissing your wet slit, ready to welcome him inside. 

He notices you tensing up a bit, your body stiff under his. With his other hand he caresses your cheek, before smiling warmly at you. “I’m right here, you’re safe with me.”, he whispers on your lips. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

And before he can place his lips on top of yours or push his cock inside, you wake up. 

You blink a couple of times, sight still a bit blurred, as you sit up on… Minho’s couch? How come you’re on… oh. Now you remember - you’re at Minho’s place. Fuck, there’s no way you just had a wet dream about your best friend while being asleep on said best friend’s couch - is there? Your heart is still hammering in your chest and you can’t stop repeating the scene in your dreams over and over in your head. What does this even mean? Never in your eleven years of friendship with Minho you had a wet dream about him - except maybe one time, but you were drunk and particularly horny so it doesn’t really count. 

“Ah, I see you woke up.”, a voice behind you startles you, making your body jolt up. You turn around only to find Minho with two mugs in his hands, the hot steam fogging his glasses a bit. “I’m sorry I startled you. Here, I made tea.”

He places the mug on the small table besides the couch - you smile when you recognize the mug. It’s actually his favorite mug - with cat faces printed all over it, but he knows you love it, so he doesn’t mind you borrowing it whenever you hang out at his place. 

“Thank you.”, you smile at him. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” Minho asks as he sits down on the chair next to his couch. 

“What?”

“You were squirming a lot while sleeping, I assumed you were having a nightmare or something.”, he shrugs, taking a sip of tea. 

Your eyes widen, and you can feel your cheeks turn red because no, you weren’t having a nightmare. In fact, it was far from it. You were actually having a sex dream about your best friend, the same best friend who is in the same room as you. 

“Oh, right. Yeah, a nightmare.”, you lie, shrugging as you bring the cup of tea to your lips. 

“Was it scary?” Minho asks. 

“Very.”, you answer with a chuckle. 

He doesn’t have to know the truth - plus it was scary. Dreaming of sleeping with your best friend? Terrifying. Not because he’s unattractive or anything, quite the opposite actually. However, you don’t need to overthink this - it was just a dream. People dream of weird things all the time, it’s not uncanny. It doesn’t mean you’re in love with Minho or anything. 

“Was I in the dream?”

You nearly choke on your tea. “What?”, you cough. 

“I heard you whispering my name while you were sleeping.” Minho states matter-of-factly, not particularly bothered. 

Great. First you dream of your best friend naked, about to make love to y- have sex with you, and then you apparently whisper his name in your sleep. Was there anything else embarrassing you’d done when unconscious that you’re unaware of?

“Oh, yeah, you…” Were naked on top of me and about to put your dick in my pussy. “You slayed the dragon. Of my nightmare.”, you come up with a lie, and pray to God it sounds convincing. 

“I knew I’d make a hell of a knight.”, he chuckles. “Was my armor shiny?”

You automatically think back of how there was literally no armor, but then again - you can’t really say anything. 

“Very.”, you cut it short. “Now help me with this stupid project.”, you try to change the subject, and it works, because Minho instantly nods and connects his computer to the ac to help you with the brief report you have to submit to your boss. 

You’ve been working at your report for less than ten minutes when a sudden lightning makes your body jolt, followed by a loud thunder, which inevitably results in a power failure, and you and Minho are left in the darkness of his living room - even the computer shut down since its battery is completely dead when not connected to the ac. As you predicted, it’s just the beginning of a violent thunderstorm. 

“Minho, Minho!”, you squeak, and even though you seem calm and composed, he knows deep inside you’re panicking because you’re scared of thunderstorms, a fear you have since you were a child.

“I’m here.”, you feel him getting closer, and you immediately clutch his arm, during your face in his chest as he runs his hand up and down your spine to soothe you. “It’s okay, y/n, everything’s fine.”, he tries to reassure you. “Will you be fine alone for just a couple of seconds?”, he asks you.

You shake your head, gripping on his shirt tight. “No, don’t leave, please.”, you beg. 

He places a soft kiss on top of your head, his hand still rubbing gentle shapes on your back and shoulders. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ll just go see if I have any candles I can lit. It’s pitch black in here.”, he explains. 

“Fine.”, you give in, loosening the grip on his shirt. “But please be quick.”

Minho comes back in the living room less than a couple of minutes later, and you can’t really see him, but he has three or four candles in his hands - his phone in his mouth with the torch on to make sure he doesn’t accidentally stumble. He places them on the small table, then retrieves a pack of matches from the pocket of his sweats, and proceeds to light them one by one. Once he’s done, the room is not pitch dark anymore - the faint light the candles provide is enough to at least allow you to see each other. 

“Done.”, he announces, blowing on the match to extinguish the flame, proud with himself. “Now stay here while I try to figure out how to get the power back on.”, he tells you. 

Minho is back five minutes later, soaking wet, damp hair stuck on his forehead - but the dark room is the evidence that he did not manage to get the power back. He shakes his head and sighs in defeat as he removes his drenched and muddy shoes. 

“I don’t think the power’s going to be back soon.”, he mutters, and he’s about to say something else when another thunder, much louder than the previous ones, makes the both of you jump - and your body starts shaking. 

“Minho!”, you call his name, and he immediately rushes to your side, sensing the panic in your voice. 

As soon as he’s by your side, you clutch his shirt, burying your face in his chest. He tries to protest at first, muttering something along the line of “My shirt is drenched, you’ll get wet.”, but you don’t care. You just need him close. 

“Shit, y/n, you’re shaking like a leaf.” Minho comments, placing one hand on the back of your head, his damp fingers caressing your hair as you’re pressed against his the crook of his neck. “There’s nothing to be scared of, y/n. I’m right here, you’re safe.”, he whispers, one hand on your back. 

Maybe it’s what he says - the exact words he’d uttered in your dreams, when he was about to push his cock inside of you, maybe it’s how he says it - whispering the words in your ear, voice low as it vibrates in his chest, sending a shiver down your spine; or maybe it’s where he says it - in his poorly lightened living room, which makes it ten times more romantic. You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but feel a knot in your stomach as you feel your arousal begin to pool in your underwear as your heartbeat picks up its pace. You’re sure Minho didn’t say those words in hopes to turn you on - but he did anyways, albeit accidentally. 

Something changed in the way you’re gripping on his shirt - Minho can feel it, and he can also feel the way you’re desperately trying to squeeze your leg and rub yourself in order to find some relief without being too obvious about it but of course, mission failed, because Minho notices. He notices and he can’t pretend he doesn’t feel the familiar warmth building up in his stomach as he swallows the lump in his throat, because he can feel his cock getting harder in the confines of his sweats. The way he’s softly breathing in your ear sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps all over your skin.

Minho’s hand, which was previously on the back of your head gently stroking your hair, moves to your shoulders first, then on your arm - bare since you’re wearing a short sleeved shirt -, brushing the skin softly with the back of his knuckles all the way to your wrist. Meanwhile, he moves his head so that his sharp nose is now brushing against your ear, so close to your jawline and neck - which does not help at all with the pool of wetness in your underwear. In fact, it makes the situation even worse, to the point that you can feel your panties are entirely soaked. He intertwines his fingers with yours - delicately, discreetly, and when he feels you squeezing his hand back, he takes it as a sign to continue. 

The tip of his nose brushes on your exposed neck, which makes you almost whimper - you have to suppress it by biting your lower lip, and Minho wishes you didn’t. When he brushes his lips against the vein on your neck, tho, there’s no way you can stop a choked moan from escaping your throat - closing your eyes in anticipation, impatient to feel his lips on you. When he does place his lips on you - it feels magical. He kisses and licks and bites the skin of your neck, and then right below your jawline, and then on the back of your ear, making you shiver and kick your head back. 

That’s when you meet his eyes for the first time - and you see something new in his, something you’ve never seen before, something you can’t comprehend right now. And you don’t know it, but that’s exactly what Minho’s thinking right now as he looks you in the eyes, blown pupils, you’re looking at him through your eyelashes - he’s looked you in the eyes a million times before, but they never were like they are right now. Not once. Moreover, you look flustered, he notices - cheeks puffy and red. You bite your lower lip, and it’s almost imperceptible, especially in the barely lightened room, but Minho notices it. He notices it, and takes it as an invitation to link your lips - fingers still intertwined with yours while his other hand rests on your lower back. When he leans in, you don’t move, you don’t pull away or anything - in fact, you stay right there and lean in as well, closing your eyes as your heart hammers in your chest. 

Minho’s lips feel even better on yours, they’re soft and, surprisingly, not dry at all - when you brush your tongue on his lower lip, you can’t help but notice how he tastes of green tea, a reminiscence of the hot beverage he’d prepared for you both. It doesn’t take long before the kiss turns into an heated make-out session, and at some point Minho moves his hand from your back to the back of your head, which allows him to crash his lips on yours even harder. 

It doesn’t look like a first kiss at all, and, truth be told, it doesn’t feel like one either. It feels almost natural - as if you and him have been doing this for forever, at least a million times before, which is something that can’t be further from the truth. 

You only pull away from each other when Minho feels you tugging at his damp shirt, a clear signal you want it off. With one last peck on your lips, he lets go of your hand and removes his shirt - pulling it by the collar and throwing it somewhere in his living room. Then, his lips are back on yours, and it’s his hands that are tugging at your shirt now, as he helps you take it off, leaving you in your bra in front of him. It’s not even one of your sexiest bras, it’s one you use regularly, and it’s pretty worn out, but Minho doesn’t seem to care. 

You’re now lying on the couch, your bodies pressed together - your bra is the only thing that’s in the way of feeling your bare chests. Minho’s breath hitches in his throat when you hook your thumbs on the waistband of his sweats and gently start to pull them down his legs - he didn’t think you’d be going that far tonight. He kneels between your legs, not even thinking about stop kissing you, and pulls his sweats down the curve of his ass and slides them down his thighs, freeing his cock, which slaps on his abdomen. It’s long and hard, slightly curved - and it looks absolutely delicious. 

You prop yourself on your elbows when Minho tugs at your jeans - undoing the button and unzipping them incredibly fast despite his shaking hands, and you lift your ass to facilitate him as he slides them off your thighs. They end up on the floor, next to his, together with your underwear. It’s pointless to keep your bra on given the fact you’re both naked from the waist down, so you quickly unclasp it and let it fall on the floor as well. 

It should feel at least a little weird, right? Your best friend practically staring at your chest, your eyes on his cock, however it doesn’t. It feels natural. He positions himself between your legs once again, body lying flat on yours as he rests on his elbows so that he doesn’t crush you. Then, he latches his lips and tongue to one of your nipples, taking it into his warm and wet mouth - you let out a choked moan, kicking your head back as you entangle your fingers in his dark hair. With the fingers of his hand, he plays with your other nipple, lightly squeezing it between the pads of his thumb and index, as his teeth gently scrape the other one. 

All your life you thought Minho was an ass man and here he is - proving you wrong, sucking on your tits as if it’s his last meal. 

He spends a good five minutes there - licking, lapping, sucking on your nipples, before you gently tug at his hair, so he snaps his head up in your direction, and instantly knows what you want, what you need. He reads it in your eyes, in your swollen lips, in your flustered cheeks, in the way you open your legs a little wider. He simply nods, then smile sheepishly at you as he wraps his slender fingers around his length, finally aligning its tip to your entrance, coating it in your arousal. 

You can’t help but think of the dream you had earlier, and you also can’t help but certify that this feels a thousand times better. 

The choked sound that escapes his throat once he pushes the tip of his cock inside your walls is a blessing to your ears, and the way he closes his eyes shut and kicks his head back, mouth agape, is absolutely ethereal. He pushes the rest of his length inside of you slowly, careful not to hurt you - he won’t, you’re insanely wet, there’s no way he could hurt you. Plus, the stretch is insanely good, and you can’t help but notice that he feels perfect inside of you - he fills you up just right. 

Once he’s fully set inside of you, he takes a couple of seconds to look at you in search for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty, but then you cup his face in your palms and crash your lips onto his. He smiles into the kiss, and slowly starts to thrust inside of you, savoring the way your tight walls squeeze him each time he pushes back inside, deeper and deeper. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, back and forth, and latches his mouth to your neck, sucking and licking the flesh as he grabs one boob in his palm; he won’t stop touching you - hands all over your body, on your boobs, on your hips, on your thighs, then he rests them by each side of your face as he caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, still thrusting inside of you at a steady rhythm. 

Minho makes love to you. It’s not sex, it can’t be - it’s too intimate and heartfelt to be just casual sex.

He makes love to you tight there, on his couch in the middle of his poorly lighted living room, where the only thing that can be heard apart from the heavy rain are the sounds of your moans and whimpers, your heavy breaths as well as the squelching sound that accompanies Minho’s thrusts. He makes love to you just like you make love to him - intensely, clutching his shoulders as you come, unexpectedly and with a shaky whimper of his name.

“Minho…”, you pant, kicking your head back and shutting your eyes closed as your toes curl while you release around him, squeezing his length incredibly tight. So tight it only takes him a couple more thrusts to find his own release, pulling out of you just in time to shoot his semen on your stomach with a deep grunt, before collapsing on top of you, resting his head on your breasts as you both try to catch your regular breathings. 

You lie there for a while, your fingers entangled in Minho’s hair as he occasionally places soft kisses on the skin of your collarbone and breasts. Neither of you speaks, words are unnecessary right now - besides, you spoke a lot minutes before, just not using words. You let your hearts talk, communicate your feelings, beating fast in your chests.

Then, all of a sudden, the power is back on - and you can’t help but think the blackout might’ve been some twist of fate to help you realize that maybe all you wanted all along was right by your side, in the form of brown boba eyes and a cat-like smile.

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this was really cute 🥺💜

C for Cuddles

Hello there, it has been a chaotic week, and I haven’t had time to upload the new drabble but here I’m now and I want to leave you with this, I hope you like it. 

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None

Words: 269

Most of the times due his busy schedule that imply been an idol, you go to bed alone and some others you wake up alone, but in rare occasions or in his days off…

You wake up unable to move due a strong arm hugging you by your waist and a more strong leg entangle in yours “Jimin” you call his name softly trying to wake him up, caressing his cheek with you hand. 

He humble at your touch, his eyes still close but moving to be close to you, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. 

You smile at his action “Jimin” you repeat, now caressing the back of his head, action that make him suppress a gigle “your smile give you away yeobo” 

“Let’s stay in bed jagi” he request mumble on your skin and pull you more into him. 

Placing a sweet kiss on his expose shoulder above his lunar rest “we can,” you answer him to then add “but I need to go to the bathroom and get us something to eat” 

“Can we have breakfast in bed?” he question untangle from yourself, to see you. 

“Sure” you respond “but you need to make it” you add before he got more excited with the thought.

“I will make breakfast jagi” he kiss your lips to then place his hand on your small baby bump “for both of you” he state giving you his eye-smile. 

“I love you Jimin” you answer.

“I love you to Y/N” setting a quick kiss on your lips and one in your baby bump “I love you to agi”

MINSUNGA HASTA LA MUERTE 😩♥️

soulmates fr

I just can’t get over these thoughts…

But this is a no-strings-attached thing

pairings: yuta x f.reader

genre: smut | little plot | +18 minors DNI

summary: Yuta and you have an agreement... but you're starting to change your mind. And maybe, only maybe, so does he.

word count: 958

a/n: I got a little bit carried away and this happened... remember this is fiction. Enjoy! (;

Warnings below the cut.

warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (pls don't), choking, possessive behaviour, spit play, mentions of alcohol, pet names.

Being around him feels like a thunderstorm. There is a spark in the lightning, despair in the rumble, and peace in the water falling from the sky. Yuta is just that man. His touch is effervescent, it makes you want everything he has to offer. Everything he gives, you take gladly. It is in his eyes you find the trust you have never been able to give no one else. It is in his silvery voice you find the pathway to imaginable pleasure. It is in his delicate yet spurring touch you find eagerness to please. Yes, he was the instigator of wet dreams and filthy thoughts. 

Your arrangement was unspoken, one drunken night together was the start of many others minus the alcohol. The common denominator is you, legs spread, him, and only him. Catching feelings is easy for you, how not to catch feelings for Yuta? In broad daylight, he is the perfect gentleman, a generous and selfless friend. Behind closed doors, with you, he gets to be fully and unapologetically him. 

His eyes darken as he opens the door to his place, and a lustful smirk forms on his lips. You stand there motionless for a second. His shirt was unbuttoned, jeans hanging low on his hips, and his belly button piercing visible. All you want is to take his clothes off. 

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, moving to the side to let you in. He takes off your jacket and in a second his lips are kissing your neck. Soft and seductive, those lips caress your skin in the most tantalising way. You turn around to meet him and for a split of a second, you seem to find in his dark eyes an ounce of devotion for you… maybe love, but who are you kidding, this was a no-strings-attached thing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips find him to kiss and savour every bit of him. Without breaking the kiss his hands travel to your hips and he slowly pushes you back guiding you to the couch. There, you straddle his lap and the kisses get hotter and needier. Yuta grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you closer, his tongue pushing against yours. The sudden change makes your hips roll over his and he is already hard for you. It turns you on to imagine all the wicked things he can do with his tongue alone, but it drives you insane thinking about the amount of pleasure his cock can give you. 

“You know dry humping is not our thing, doll,” he raises one eyebrow. 

“Then take your clothes off,” you demand. 

Your answer spurs something in him, something carnal and dangerous. You both undress and this is how you find yourself lying on the couch with your legs positioned on his shoulders. Yuta stretches out his hand and you immediately know what to do. You spit on it and there’s that fucking grin that makes your insides flip with lust, passion… and let’s admit it. Love. 

Yuta strokes his erection and aligns himself with you. Entering your wet core slowly, until he bottoms out completely. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of fullness that you can only get from him. His thrusts are deep, fast, and eager, he wants you to feel every vein and the slight curve of this cock dragging against your clenching walls. Fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had. You are the best he’s ever had. The way you moan his name like a broken record gets him going. The way your body responds to him is mesmerising. Your nipples hard, your pussy so wet for him, your tongue licking his neck, your bites, your scent. 

You feel on the verge of dying of pleasure and living for this moment. He grabs your cheeks with one hand. 

“Look at me. Open, doll, “ and you obey, opening your mouth for him. Spit falls from his mouth landing directly over your needy tongue. 

“I don’t want anyone else inside you, you hear me? No one gets to fuck you but me,” he pants as his cock moves in and out of your making your legs tremble and he knows you are getting hornier. You like how he gets possessive of you. 

“You like hearing that? It’s only you– and– me,” and with these words your pussy clenches hard around him. 

“Say it,” he commands. 

“Only. You. And. Me,” you repeat. 

His hands go directly to your neck squeezing slowly, controlled. Your brain begins to fog, you feel the blood rushing through your veins and the undeniable feeling of your orgasm approaching. Yuta’s hand tightens more around your neck, your hips rutting against his, chasing the wonderful release. You cry with pleasure. You want this, you need this. 

“Yuta, please...  Fuck, make me cum,” you manage to say. So his eyes close and he fucks you good. He fucks you into oblivion, your orgasm making your whole body tremble and you can’t do anything but loudly moan as Yuta chases his own release pulling out when he does and cumming on your torso and breasts. 

He slowly lowers your legs that you can barely feel and the sight of you under him makes him jealous. Jealous because he asked you not to fuck anyone else… but that was not the agreement. You can do whatever you want. Sweat covers both of your bodies, Yuta helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. He always turns on the shower and makes sure the water is warm so you can step in. 

“Yuta,” you call from the shower. 

“Yes, doll?” he answers as he waits outside. 

“I think I don’t like this arrangement anymore”. 

oh shit… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🔥🔥🔥

a/n : just a quick thought since my brain is full of mean dom channie.

currently thinking of chan jerking off right in front of you, smacking your hands away whenever you try to touch him, giving you that look whenever you try whining about how much you need him. hearing his breathy moans that became higher pitched, showing that he's near, he pulls you closer to him, leaving the impression that he's going to cover you in his load—

but he pulls your panties down enough for him to soak your panties of his come. fixing your panties up and telling you that if you keep it all in there, nice and neat, that he'll reward you.

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