Nolite Celare.

All Mine

Genre: Smutty Goodness 

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader 

Word Count: 2000ish 

A huge round of applause for and my immense gratitude to @smuttilyeverafter for becoming my new beta writer and editing this out. 

You’re absolutely amazing <3 and I can’t thank you enough for your help 

“Yugyeom-ahh…” You exclaimed into the phone, your voice slurring from the excessive amounts of alcohol you had drank.

“Yugyeom-ahh… Come here!!” Your giggles interrupted with hiccups as you begged your boyfriend to take a break from practice and come hang out with you.

“Y/N-ah..? Are you drunk??” He asked, getting up from the dance floor, his voice laced with a mix of both concern and anger. He had been so happy to see your call but hearing your drunk voice made him infuriated and anxious beyond limits.

“Yeahh…?” You replied, still incapable of thinking properly.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you” He commanded before abruptly cutting off the phone call.

You told your best friend about your leave before walking outside to get some fresh air. You knew Yugyeom was going to get beyond mad at you for getting so drunk so you decided to clear your mind a bit before talking to him again.

“Y/N-ah… Are you okay?” You heard a voice come up from behind and felt two hands resting on your shoulders.

You turned around to face whoever was behind you which brought your face inches away from Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae of BTS.

The shy boy that had made so many advances towards you even though his entire group was extremely close with GOT7 and he knew about your relationship. But that obviously didn’t stop him from getting uncomfortably close to you whenever he got the opportunity to do so.

You backed away immediately, your cheeks flushing red after your close encounter with him.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Thanks” You responded hesitantly, your hands covering your cheeks.

He took off his jacket to provide you with some much needed warmth as he saw you shivering out in the cold.

“Oh thanks” You replied as you put on the jacket, surprised at the kind gesture.

“Come here Y/N-ah… Stay warm” He said, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him until you could feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame.

“I don’t know when I’ll have the courage to do this again…so here it goes” He whispered into your ear, pulling your face to his as close as possible before leaning into a kiss. Your hands pushed at his chest while your eyes closed shut and all you could think about was Yugyeom.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re touching, Jeon Jungkook?” You heard a voice roar as Jungkook was literally teared away from you and landed on the ground while you were pulled into the other man’s embrace.

You looked up to see a very annoyed and highly infuriated Yugyeom. His hands stroking your hair and then cupping your cheeks to make sure you were okay.

“Jagiya… Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes should’ve been showing worry, concern but all you could see was anger and irritation. But the alcohol you had consumed, which was now circulating throughout your body, was starting to take a toll on your consciousness.

“Everything is spinning…Oppa… I think I’m gonna faint…” You wheezed before slipping out of consciousness and collapsing into Yugyeom’s arms.

When you regained your consciousness after a while, you found yourself sitting on a bed in what you presumed to be a very expensive hotel room. You heard the digits of the room’s password being pressed in before the door swung open and your boyfriend stormed inside with a drink in his hand.

He placed the glass on the bedside table with a loud thud before climbing on top of you, furiously entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling harshly as his lips kissed yours with intense fervor and desire.

“I don’t ever want you getting that drunk again… Am I clear?” He spoke in between kisses, his teeth biting your bottom lip each time.

His tongue sliding down to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting it, bruising it harsh enough for everyone to see the marks he left.

“Ye-Yes Op-Oppa—” You stuttered, your voice whimpering and moaning at his touch, your head arching back from the pleasure you felt, the alcohol still surging through your veins but now only hightening your senses with every touch.

He put his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, taking out handcuffs with which he bound you to the headboard of the bed and a velvety blindfold that robbed you of your sight.

His lips melted yours once again as he sat on top of you, his arms moving behind your back to unzip your rather short dress and dropping it on the floor without any further regard, leaving you only in your black lace underwear.

In between you could swear that you heard a faint gasp but you attributed that to the delicious haze inside your head.

“Aish… You look so fucking irresistible. So irresistible and all mine baby girl…” He cooed sweetly in your ear before unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere on the floor. As much as he loved to adorn you in such exquisite pieces of clothing, you were so much more magnificent without them.  

“I don’t want you to make any sound Jagi” He commanded, your head nodding to it before you could even think about it.

He took off his shirt that was drenched in his sweat, throwing it onto the floor to join your other pieces of clothing.

He took the glass that had his drink from the bedside table, taking all of the clear liquid into his mouth before placing the empty glass back on the table.  

He sat down on you, his lips pressing against yours as he let the liquid seep out of his mouth and into yours, your mouth taking in each drop of water that left your throat with a soothing feeling, your tongue licking your lips clean to make sure you got each and every drop of it in your mouth. He stretched out his arm to take an ice cube from the glass and place it in his mouth.

His mouth leaned down to press the cold ice on your lips before dragging it down your neck, making you moan and whimper from the sweet pleasure. He brought the ice to your nipples, making you bite down on your lip as you tried your best to hold yourself back from moaning his name. The cool sensation of the ice on your sensitive skin making you rub your thighs as you felt your arousal dripping down on them, soaking the sheets underneath you. Your back arched from the divine lust that surged through your whole body.

He slid the ice cube over your stomach before dropping it in your belly button, having you writhe in pleasure.

“Good girl….. And all good girls deserve to be rewarded.” He whispered into your ear, his teeth moving down to your underwear that he pulled down all the way to your ankles. His soft lips pressing on your inner thighs, marking your clear skin with deep red bruises before his tongue finally licked a single stripe over your dripping folds, thrusting two of his fingers into you while his tongue licked away at your clit.

“Ahhh… Yugyeom-ah…” You moaned out at his skillful ministrations. The way he arched his fingers to hit your sweet spot over and over had you turning into a moaning mess.

“Yes baby girl… Tell me who is making you feel so good” He chuckled before thrusting his fingers inside you as deep as he could while sucking harshly on your clit, relishing in your taste. His hands held your trembling legs apart as you felt the adrenaline rush through your body.

“K-Kim.. Y-Yugyeom…” You were barely able to get those two words out of your mouth as you felt your body overcome with the pleasure you felt, the intense pleasure that your boyfriend was drawing out steadily to build up your orgasm and make it that much better for you.

He could eat you for each and every single meal of the day and still be not even close to getting tired of your divine taste but the intense craving of his cock for your hot and wet tightness couldn’t be held back anymore.

He pulled away from you, making you whimper at the sudden loss of heat but you were promptly turned on your back, the palm of his hand lightly smacking your ass as he lifted you by the waist such that your heated core was pressing on his hard bulge.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it drop to his knees along with his boxers before thrusting into you in one go, making you cry out his name as you were thrusted forward. His cock filled you up entirely, hitting your deepest and sweetest spots that made you moan so loudly. His mouth moving to nibble at your shoulder as he pounded hard and fast into you.

“Oppa… I… I’m close”

You were panting, moaning as you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and your walls clenching down on his cock as harshly as it possibly could.

“Me too Jagi… Just a little…more” He moaned into your ear before moving his fingers to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb vigorously, making your nails harshly dig into the palm of your hand.

Soon, you were knocked out with your orgasm, the overwhelming bliss that had your mind filled with the satisfaction of your release.

His fingers dug into your hips with his final thrusts as he pushed his entire length deeper and deeper into you until he finally came, filling you up with his white, hot fluid. He thrusted into you a few more times to make sure that every drop of his release was inside you, your tight walls milking his cock for all it had left.  

You could hear a faint moan and whimper from the corner of the room but you were too exhausted to question it as you collapsed on the bed, Yugyeom’s release seeping down your thighs and onto the sheets.

He undid your handcuffs and let you lay down on the bed before going to grab a cloth with which he cleaned you up with. He sat on the bed, placing you on his lap as he stroked your hair and cheeks, pressing light kisses on your lips that made you smile.

“Jagi… You can take off your blindfold now” He whispered into your ear before biting down on your earlobe.

You slowly moved your hands up to take the blindfold off, dropping that velvety piece of cloth onto the bed before entwining your fingers in his hair as you kissed him. You only stopped when you caught a glimpse of someone sitting by the couch that faced the bed.

It was Jeon Jungkook.

And he just saw you having sex with your boyfriend.

You looked at the poor boy, his forehead drenched in sweat as his trembling hand was wrapped around his hard dick and his pure black jeans stained in what you assumed to be his cum.

“Jungkook-ah?” You questioned before hiding yourself under the blanket.

“No need to hide yourself Jagiya… I like showing you off…” Yugyeom licked his lips darkly before hungrily devouring your neck that was already covered in his bruises.

“Y/N-ah…” Jungkook’s soft, broken voice trailed off, his hand still languidly pumping his cock as he saw your flushed red cheeks and sweat covered body.

“And she’s all mine…” Yugyeom smirked as he kissed you passionately, his tongue moving into your mouth to elicit all sorts of moans and whimpers from you. His hand moving to your ass before giving it another loud smack.

“And this is as far as you can possibly get concerning fucking my girlfriend hyung” he directed his warning at the other male, his tone void of any emotion other than posessiveness as his eyes shot daggers at Jungkook. His mouth moved to nibble on your sensitive ears that had you gasping for air and your nails digging into his shoulder as you rocked your hips over his crotch again, covering it in your juices once more.

“Now let me etch into your mind how divine my Y/N-ah looks getting fucked…By me.” Yugyeom pushed you on all fours again but this time you were facing Jungkook.

With that you knew that this was going to be an exceedingly long night.

And all you could do was lick your lips in lustful anticipation of what Yugyeom had planned for you, for both you and Jungkook.

Written By: Admin Sangria~

𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,

But the very next day, you gave it away.

With lockdown keeping them in on Christmas, a member of the Kira Task Force wonders how they will return to their inconvenient significant other. 

Word Count: 5236

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💌 best friends to lovers with johnny 💌

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell series index

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | daddy long legs syndrome | extensive discussion about the dynamics of consent | will add as i go along

A/N: This is finally done!! When I started this I really didn’t think it would become such a massive fic, both in terms of wc or popularity, and I’m glad it was well-received. if you enjoyed this series, please consider buying me a coffee! 🥰🌺

Final word count: 63k

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5 - final

Prized Possession - BamBam Smut

Pairing: BamBam + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Mafia AU, Heavy degradation, Gun play, Unprotected sex, Dom BamBam, Sir kink, Begging, Threats, Daddy kink, Sadist BamBam, Masochist Reader, Impact play, Heavy dirty talk, Facial, Face Fucking, Possessive behaviour.

(Note: Please do not read if you are sensitive to threats and/or weapons. I DO NOT encourage the use of loaded guns, nor any potentially dangerous object without precaution and thorough research and risks and safety. This is a work of fiction.)

You pointed your gun at the body that was laying limp on the floor of the warehouse, BamBam circling the both of you carefully.

“You know, I would have made this so much less painful if you hadn’t gone and decided to be so god damn stubborn. Dumb ass.”

You stepped closer until your heel was pressed against the mans back, pulling the trigger of your weapon and sighing when blood hit your shoes.

“For fuck sake. These are my favourite shoes.”

Bam laughed as he took the gun from you, passing it off to one of the other men you’d brought with you and following you out of the building toward your car.

“You know, you look really sexy when you’re working, Boss.”

You rolled your eyes aggressively at him, climbing into the back seat and signaling to your driver that you were ready to leave.

“Shut up, Bammie. I’m your boss for a reason.”

He leaned over to kiss your cheek in what looked like an innocent display of affection between close friends, the words that followed conveying something entirely different.

“You’re right. You are my boss. But don’t forget that I’m still your Daddy, Baby Doll.”

You hit his shoulder, frowning as he laughed at your flustered expression. You tried to ignore him, willing the blush covering your face to calm down.

His hand stayed resting on your thigh the entire ride, only moving when you finally pulled up to the club. You hated meetings and even more than that, you hated clubs. But, business was business and you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

Bam stayed close behind you, following you through the club toward the VIP section, his eyes scanning the room continuously. It was his job to keep you safe, after all. Your contact was easy to spot, his bright white hair standing out among every one else.

“Jackson! It’s good to see you.”

You exchanged a hug, Jackson planting a kiss to you cheek in the process. Bam took note of the hands that were dangerously low on your back, barely hovering above your ass and instantly ruining his mood.

“It’s good to see you too, Princess. It’s been far too long, don’t you think?”

You nodded, agreeing with him as you sat down, Bam’s hands connecting with your thigh possessively as soon as you were hidden from view under the table.

“You remember BamBam, don’t you?”

You motioned to your side where he was sat trying to hide his sulking. Jackson’s laugh was as clear as the smirk he had painted across his face.

“Of course I do. How could I forget him when he’s always so far up your ass?”

You glared coldly at him, your fingers stroking soothingly over your boyfriends hand.

“Don’t be a dick, Jackson. He isn’t my main guy for the aesthetic. You know just as well as I do that he could put you on your ass.”

Bam couldn’t deny that he was easily bugged by the fact that nobody knew about the nature of your relationship. As far as anyone knew, he was your most trusted worker. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew that you kept it to yourself for both of your safety, but that didn’t stop the bad taste in his mouth as he was forced to sit there and watch your business partner flirting shamelessly with you for over an hour.

Needless to say, he was absolutely thrilled when you finally excused yourself, humming in agreement when you told Jackson that you had some important things that you needed to take care of. He gave a respectful nod when you said your goodbyes, nudging you out until you finally made it to the comfort of your car.

His hand wrapped around your throat as soon as you were inside the vehicle, hidden by the black windows from the prying eyes of anyone who may have been close enough to catch a glimpse of you.

“I reaaaaally didn’t like what I saw in there, Kitten. He really seems to think that he has a chance with you, doesn’t he?”

You didn’t answer, his hold getting tighter as he pressed his lips aggressively against yours in a harsh kiss. Honestly, it was more of a possessive display than a proper kiss. His teeth caught your lips for a second when he pulled away.

“It’s too bad that he doesn’t know who you belong to, isn’t it? He’ll never get to touch you the way I do. I don’t care how important you are, Baby Doll. You’re mine. You’re my little Kitten, aren’t you?”

He let go of your throat and you nodded, feeling the wetness covering your panties as you caught your breath.

“Yes Sir. I’m all yours. You own every part of me, Daddy.”

His groan was your approval, a knock on the window interrupting you as you came to a stop in your drive way. You both got out, earning a concerned look from your driver.

“It’s fine, we have to look over a few deals.”

Your reassurance was enough, encouraging him to leave as you unlocked your door. You walked in, barely getting a chance to drop your bag before Bam had a hand locked in your hair, your head being pulled back as he held your body close against his.

You didn’t fight him, allowing him to guide you up the stairs and into your bedroom. You were shoved toward the bed, his hands leaving you as he stood standing at the end of it with you kneeling up in front of him, staring at him ready to do whatever he asked you to.

His hand touched your cheek gently for a moment before pulling back and connecting with you roughly, a loud ‘smack’ echoing through the room, your tiny moans following as the pain that you loved stung on your skin. Your eyes were wide, practically begging him to hit you again.

“Daddy is gonna show you exactly who you belong to. I’m going to break you until you can’t remember anything but my name and you’re begging for my cock. Do you understand?”

You were whimpering, nodding hastily before he even finished his sentence. You froze when he gripped his gun and slid it from it’s holster, the barrel gliding over your chest and up further until it was pressing against your lips.

You opened your mouth obediently, allowing him to slip the tip of it into your mouth, your tongue peaking out underneath it.

“That’s my girl. You’re Daddy’s dumb little Kitten, huh?”

You moaned as he pressed his gun further into your mouth before pulling it out and repeating the action, having you suck it the same way you’d suck his cock.

“Stupid little slut. You like this? You like sucking Daddy’s gun off like a filthy whore? Oh, Kitten. I could fucking end you right now, you know that?”

His threats only turned you on more, your hips grinding pathetically against the bed sheets in a useless attempt at gaining some kind of friction to your aching core.

“Mmm, you know Daddy won’t do that. It’s much more fun to hurt you in other ways. I know how much you love it. You’re my pretty pain slut.”

The gun was removed, being dropped beside you on the bed so that Bam could undo his belt and get his pants down far enough to free his throbbing length.

“Please, Sir. I want it. You know I can take it, Daddy. Use me. Use your property.”

He had to pause for a moment to collect himself, feeling his resolve slipping with every word.

He didn’t reply, instead choosing to force his cock between your lips, pressing your head down until your nose met his stomach. You were gagging around him, struggling slightly, your hands squeezing at his thighs. You knew he’d stop if you used your signal, so you weren’t worried at all. You loved the feeling of him fucking your throat.

He pulled you up, slapping your face and groaning from deep within his throat when he heard the wet sound that the spit covering your face created.

“Fucking whore. You’re drooling everywhere. You’re a fucking mess, Kitten. You’re my mess. My whore. You’re all fucking mine.”

You didn’t get to reply, his cock back in your mouth seconds later, hips thrusting against you forcefully as he used your mouth to get himself off.

He pulled out right before he finished, his cum painting your face, some landing on your lips as you stuck your tongue out to catch a taste of him. He was panting, smearing his mess on your cheeks and slipping two fingers in your mouth.

“You belong to me, Kitten. You’re Daddy’s most prized possession. Daddy loves his obedient little girl.”

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y.j.g + fem!reader

fully dom!Jeongin, protection used, loud reader

“He’s not experienced, he can’t be. He’s only eighteen” you scoffed, waving it off.

“Jeongin?” Chan giggled, “oh trust me, he’s definitely experienced enough”

Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly, sipping on your favorite drink as you regretted thinking that Jeongin was a virgin. 

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Ride Me

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles and he noticed that. Now he’s going to use that information to his advantage

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: Fem-Reader, lewd, riding tentacles, degrading and praising

WORD COUNT: 980 words

You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles. Like how do they work? How does he summon them? Does he feel pain when someone hurts on or the tentacles? How can he summon a specific number of tentacles? Can he summon more than 4 tentacles? And a lot more questions are always roaming on your mind.

Whenever Ben used his tentacles you couldn’t help but stare at them. They were amazing. The way he could control them even if they weren’t part of his body. You tried to be as cautious as possible when looking at his tentacles, but of course he noticed. At first he thought that maybe you were shocked or scared of them, but the more he used them, the more he realized that it was all the opposite. You were admitting them. So he decided to use them whenever he could. Being the person he was, he loved being admired and you were giving that to him.

Of course your thoughts didn’t stop there. The thought of him using the tentacles on you was something you really wanted but you were scared to even suggest to him something like that. What if he felt hurted and thought that you weren’t satisfied at all with only him? So you kept your thoughts to yourself. On the other side, Ben wanted the same. He normally uses his tentacles most of the time and he has been wanting to use them on you for quite some time now but he didn’t know how to come to you with the idea. Yeah, you loved the tentacles, but what if you had limits with them? Life was too short to keep only wondering. And it all came to one day while making out with Ben.

Ben was kissing you passionately, something you really enjoyed since most of the time he was just needy, not that you complained. You didn’t even notice when all of your clothes were on the floor of his room, the kisses he was giving you left you dizzy. You started to leave wet kisses on his neck but he stopped you.

“Wait. I want to try something” you could hear doubt in his voice. As if he was scared of what he was about to do. You wanted to ask about what he was talking about but the tentacle coming out of him caught you by surprise. “Ride it” you were surprised. You stayed in silence for a while, looking at the tentacle that was in front of you. Looking at your response, or well, lack of it, Ben decided to take the matter into his hands.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to ride the tentacle” you looked at him in disbelief. Another tentacle came out of Ben, this one wrapping around your waist, making you get up a little bit so the other one could slide between your body and Ben’s. You didn’t need the tentacle guidance to know what to do next. You descended on top of the tentacle. The coldness of the tentacle made you shiver at the contact. “Go on, ride it like the good girl you are” you didn’t need to be told twice. You started to move slowly, noticing the difference from when you rode his leg or his cock. It felt wet, not only your juices help you slide better through the length of the tentacle, but the gooey substance that coated the tentacle was also helping. The sounds were filthy, and that only made you more turned on than you already were.

Ben was staring at you. The way you moved at your own pace, giving yourself the pleasure you needed, the way your face showed the pleasure you were providing yourself, your chest coming up and down due to your erratic breathing, the way you looked into his eyes while riding one of his tentacles. God, you were so hot. Ben grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you. The tentacle around your waist started to move your hips faster. You moaned into the kiss. Ben realized that at any moment you would cum. He managed to move the tentacle you were riding, making the pleasure stronger.

“That’s it slut, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my tentacle like the needy whore you are” it took only a few more seconds and you came on the tentacle, your whole vision blurred and heat waves were going through your whole body. A soft moan came out of you. The view of you cumming was a view Ben never grew tired of. And it made him proud to be the reason for your pleasure.

Ben gave you small pecks, praising how good you were for him. Always saying as you were told. Again, the tentacle around your waist moved you up, and you felt the tentacle you just used to get yourself off playing with your entrance.

“Ben…”

“Just do this for me, ok?” How could you say no to him? You nodded and the tentacle started to enter inside you. Your mouth opened up, it felt good. The irregular form of the tentacle managed to fill you up perfectly, but you still preferred his cock. The tentacle started to move in and out of you making you feel overwhelmed due to your previous orgasm. Ben reached for your clit, rubbing it, helping you get closer and closer to your high. It was just too much.

“So tight… it doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, you still manage to be as tight as possible” his words were what you need. You came around the tentacle.

“That’s my good girl” Ben’s tentacles got off of your body, making you collapse on his body. He held you. You could feel him leave kisses all over your face. Using his tentacles on you was definitely something he’s going to do more often.

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oh no, mr suh, please don’t spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it’s my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived​ @strawberrymilkandcigarettes​ @theworld-accordingtocasey​ @kibumingi​

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“Johnny, get lost." 

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny’s peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early. 

He smirked and didn’t move. 

You made a step on the right. 

He did the same. 

"John,” you made a step on the left. 

His body kept blocking your way. 

“Why? Are you busy?” His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Yes, unlike you." 

"I’m also busy.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?" 

"Getting between your legs.”

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sex pollen 

Summary - You really should have listened to Finnick when he told you to try out the survival stations (1.8k)

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader

Warnings: Dark!fic, sex pollen, fuck or die so ig dubcon, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cuts/blood, it’s thg so mentions of deaths/kills/dehydration/starvation, mention of Finnick’s prostitution, insinuations that reader has hair, if uncomfortable with tags, don’t read.

AN: just dropping in to say that this idea came to me while reading this by @pinkandblueblurbs !! heavily inspired by this gem and if you haven’t read it, you most certainly should <3

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Kiss Me, Idiot - Hwang Hyunjin Enemies to Lovers au

Requested <3 

I mixed two requests together, and I hope it’s okay/ you guys like it! :)

Warnings: Smut ( a lot of it), Angst, fluff

Hwang Hyunjin, a name you detested. He was your typical bad boy; leather jacket, tight ripped jeans with a chain attached to two belt loops, a dangly earring, a tight necklace dangling from his neck, and unruly messy black hair. He had a smile that could turn any girl’s legs to jelly, and an obnoxious laugh that would echo throughout the whole school. If he’s so perfect, why do you dislike him? Well, he loved to mess with you any chance he got. You were both complete opposites, natural enemies at its best. He was an extrovert that naturally drew people to him, and you were a shy introvert who spent most of her time studying and working. He always walked around with his clique, a group of guys who dressed the same, all extremely attractive and heart throbs. They always had girls approaching and following them around, almost every girl confessing to one of them. Hyunjin was the most popular, along with Chan and Minho. You had a few classes with Felix, who was, oddly enough, incredibly sweet. None of the others liked to torture you. In fact, they were almost pretty normal. But leave it to Hwang Hyunjin to ruin your day. His little teasing sessions were psychically harmless, but man did they piss you off. Not because what he said was offensive, but because they made your cheeks turn red and your stomach start to turn with butterflies and self consciousness.“You’re so easily flustered, it’s almost pathetic.” He said as he leaned in close to your desk in your second class, where he, unfortunately, sat beside you. “Shut it.” You muttered, looking down at the paper you were writing.

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