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y'all don't get it like I do

Ima try to explain what im feeling through emojis 🫦😍🥵🤩🤭😜🤤😻😻🍑🍆💧🌊🎀💪

　　Breathe　 Y𝑜ur　 Sm𝑜ke　　𓂃﹏﹏ ཆི┼ཆྀ 　　　˳ ˳ . ⋅　𖡄̽ݴ᭄ᭂ　　 　 Int𝑜　 My　 Lungs

HOW TO REJECT A ROCKSTAR.

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ summary : you had one task—turn down your friend's blind date with minimal damage, and in return, she would pay your gas money for a month. simple enough, right? you figured it would be some business elite's heir, easy enough for you to lie to and reject since you didn't know him. that was, until the date turned out to be a very famous rockstar, one of your favorites... and one who wasn't quite done with you after just one date.

BANG CHAN ♡ BIORE UV BEHIND THE SCENES

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flower for the lovely @wolfchans? yes absolutely

Seungmin x Chaumet for W Korea, May 2025.

HELLO ???

His beauty is kind of preposterous

CLAIMED | K.SM (mdni)

His fingers are fucking brutal inside you. Three fingers jammed deep, knuckles grinding mercilessly against your G-spot, stretching your slick cunt walls until you feel like you might actually tear. You gasp against the sweat-damp pillowcase, hips thrashing uselessly, pinned beneath the solid weight of his forearm digging into your lower belly. He owns this. Owns your reaction. Owns the pathetic whimpers breaking from your lips.

His other hand isn't gentle either. It’s fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back at an agonizing angle, exposing the frantic pulse in your throat like an offering. He likes seeing you strained, helpless, neck arched, utterly at his mercy. His eyes, dark pits of possessive intensity, devour you, watching the way your inner lips clench desperately around his violating fingers and the thick, creamy slickness welling up, coating his hand, dripping onto the already stained sheets.

"Fucking look at this mess," he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scrapes against your raw nerves. He deliberately shifts his fingers, spreading you wider, rubbing his thumb cruelly over your swollen, hypersensitive clit. "You're practically leaking like a broken faucet just from my fingers, aren't you? So needy. So fucking easy."

You sob, a choked, humiliating sound. The rough stimulation, the degrading words – it’s sending you spiraling, pleasure and shame twisting into an unbearable knot low in your gut. "Seungmin... please... ah... stop..."

"Stop?" He laughs harshly, clearly enjoying how much of a mess you are becoming. He leans down, fast, pressing his mouth hard against yours before you can utter another pathetic plea. It’s not a kiss; it’s a seal. His lips are firm, demanding, trapping your breath, trapping your moans. His tongue thrusts inside, rough and insistent, tasting the desperation, the fear, the undeniable heat you radiate. While his mouth violates yours, his fingers inside you pick up a vicious, relentless rhythm – plunging deep, then grinding hard against that spot, over and over.

You struggle, gagging against his tongue and the sheer intensity. But his hold is iron, his purpose absolute. He wants to hear you break, but he wants to taste it first. Your muffled screams vibrate against his lips, becoming part of him, feeding the dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes when he finally pulls back just enough for you to gasp a ragged breath.

Your lips are wet, stinging, probably bruised. Spittle and slickness mix at the corners of your mouth. You look utterly debauched.

"Not stopping 'til you tell me," he pants, his own breath coming hard now, forehead beaded with sweat against yours. His fingers resume their merciless assault inside you. "Moan it right into my mouth, baby." He lowers his head again, lips hovering just above yours, close enough for you to feel the heat and smell his arousal. "Tell me who this dripping cunt belongs to. Who owns every pathetic little whimper falling from these pretty lips?" He thrusts his fingers deep, eliciting another choked cry. "Say it."

The orgasm is clawing at you, sharp and blinding. You can barely think through the overwhelming sensations, the humiliation, the relentless fucking of his fingers. But you know what he wants. What he needs to hear.

"Y-You..." you sob, the word torn from you as another wave crashes through you. He presses his mouth firmly against yours again, capturing the sound. "Mmphh... Yours... Always..." You try to scream his name as the climax finally shatters you, but it's swallowed whole, vibrating against his lips, his tongue delving deep to taste the peak of your release, the confession, the absolute claim. Your body convulses violently around his fingers, hot slickness flooding out, coating his hand, soaking his grey sweatpants where his cock is bulging violently, all while his mouth devours your broken sounds.

He keeps his mouth pressed to yours, keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, riding out the violent aftershocks, ensuring you feel every last humiliating tremor while tasting your complete submission. Only when you go limp beneath him, trembling and boneless, does he finally withdraw his fingers with a wet, obscene squelch.

He lifts his head, pulling his mouth away. A thick strand of saliva, mixed with your fluids, connects your lips for a moment before snapping. He looks down at you, face flushed, chest heaving, lips wet and slightly swollen from consuming your cries, before he brings his slick fingers – coated in your cum – up to his own mouth, slowly, deliberately licking them clean, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

"Good," he breathes, the word a final brand. "Fucking knew you remembered." He leans down, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your bruised lips before rolling off, leaving you soaked, trembling, utterly ravaged, and tasting nothing but him and your own filthy surrender.

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Discipline

pairing: professor!hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, college au

synopsis: you did bad on a test and need to be taught a lesson.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, degradation, power play, caning/spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral (m), creampie, cum tasting, praise

a/n: this is just dirty smut and it was also needed for hyunjin's bday😩 enjoy💙 title inspired by nine inch nails - discipline!

~ masterlist

You were staring at your feet as you waited for Professor Hwang to come out of the classroom and invite you in.

You played with the hem of your skirt nervously, you knew he was going to scold you.

You were his best student, always with straight A's and he'd praise you and even use you as an example of a good student to everyone else.

But, on your last test you barely got a D.

Professor Hwang had immediately sent you an email to come see him after class. Oh yes, you were nervous but also excited.

You tried to supress the smirk forming on your lips as you bit into them and tried to look as innocent as possible.

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warning: touching, suggestive content 18+ MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluffy, suggestive

Summary: Some wine in, you're feeling particularly brave and decide to tease your boyfriend. In public.

a/n: Another short one. But sometimes Lino just attacks me out of nowhere.

It all starts as a little joke.

You are out with the guys for dinner at some fancy new Korean BBQ place. And Hyunjin is already halfway through an existential crisis over whether or not he should order that one dish.

Minho sits beside you, casual, relaxed - one arm draped over the back of your chair, casually browsing through the menu.

The poor man is completely unaware of the absolute menace sitting next to him. You. 

Why? Because you've been holding it in since the moment you saw him in that shirt - a fitted black button down - he looks absolutely delicious in it. 

And now you’ve had just enough wine to be bold. And you have absolutely no sense of self preservation. None.

There's no other way to explain why your hand lands on his thigh under the table. Casually. Innocently even.