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Welcome to Liv's crack hours; open 25/8

Back story: I'm super exhausted and I was bored so I scrolled through Pinterest and found the picture I'm using for gaon and laughed bc I imagine him doing something like that. The rest are a bit far fetched but for whatever reason I still see them sending that picture to each other.

Nonetheless, enjoy. . .

#1. GUNIL

I see it, no compromises

#2. JUNGSU

Listen to my vision guys: I see him finding this on his phone and having that reaction then he would send it to the others with no context

#3 QUACK JISEOK

That was the caption for jiseoks pic, the guitar pic started this entire thing

#4 SEUNGMIN

I wish I could explain myself but this has been in my saved for a while now

#5 HYEONGJUN

Hes among us coded and idk why, the cosplayers bowing add something undeniably hyeongjun to it

#6 JOOYEON

OK BUT WHAT IF HIM AND GUNIL KEPT SEQUIN PILLOWS OF EACH OTHERS FACES AND JOOYEON DOES THIS

Anyways that's all, I'm sorry guys I'm so tired 😭

What Exactly are we Studying?

nerd!jiseok x nerd!reader

w/c: 3300

Smut & Fluff

Liv's smut debut!

warnings: smut, mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex, reader is afab

You huffed at the paper sitting before your face. You and Jiseok both loved physics, that's why you majored in it. A lot of your time together was spent studying already, but finals week was a whole different monster. You both had three days to cram for the exams. Jiseok glanced over to you with a smirk. You accidently glared back at him.

“Having a tough time?” he asks you. You rest your head on your hand and look at him, sighing in defeat.

“Yeah actually, I just don't get how to derive Maxwell's stupid equations.” you were stronger in understanding the concepts, while Jiseok was better at solving the math. You were especially bad at rearranging equations. It made you two a power team.

“Lemme see.” He leans over your shoulder from his seat and examines your paper. He starts to explain it, and you look at him, but you don't hear a word he's saying. You didn't even notice what you were doing until he stopped and smiled.

“Did you hear a thing I just said?” He asked. You feel your body tense in shock after returning from a trance. Jiseok was undeniably handsome, and despite knowing each other for twelve years with no issue, you began to fall in love with him over this past semester. Instinctively, you look down at his lips and back to his eyes, causing him to blush.

He liked you back and found it increasingly hard to sit idly and do nothing. He always desired you, and for some reason today, you looked a lot hotter than usual, causing him to feel a bit restless. The way your hair flowed and your glasses complimented your face. He tried to ignore the feeling between his legs. Now would be the worst time for a boner.

“Sorry, I zoned out…” You apologize. He sits down his pen and leans back in his swivel chair, turning it to face you.

“It is kinda hard to concentrate,” He admits. You couldn't agree more with that.

“How about we take a break?” He suggests. You look up at him, already feeling a bit less tired from the idea. You get up and plop on the bed behind you. Jiseok lies beside you. There’s been a couple of times when you both slept here, tonight would probably be one of those nights as well. He made sure to pack a good amount of his stuff as you stay together a lot during finals week.

“Have you ever thought about moving in?” you ask out of the blue. Jiseok doesn’t seem too caught off guard when he replies.

“Thought about it. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it though.” he states. You're not sure if it is a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, you love Jiseok- and well, that's the problem. You love Jiseok. Your feelings for him would only grow stronger if you got to see him all the time.

“I dunno, I haven't taken the time to actually consider it.”

“Maybe we could think about it.” he suggests and then it really crosses your mind how much fun living with him would be.You look over at his resting figure and smile at him. He returns the smile and his cuteness sends your heart in overdrive.

“Let’s finish our homework.” You get up and sit back down at the desk. The equations suddenly come to you as if laying beside Jiseok let some of his math ability seep into you. You finish the paper in ten minutes. It’s already late, one in the morning specifically, so you agreed to get ready for bed.

You take your pajamas and head for the bathroom. You quickly change, do your skincare, brush your teeth and brush your hair. When you get back to your room, you spot Jiseok putting his suitcase up. When he stands up, you get a full-figure view of him. He stands shirtless in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. You stop in your tracks and can’t help but stare. You didn’t know he was so nicely toned under his silly t-shirts with math puns on them.

He looks over to you, meeting your gaze with a smile, “Like what you see?” he arrogantly flexes. You’d be lying if you said no.

“Oh yeah, so sexy.” you say with a sarcastic tone. Little does he know, you’re not lying. He has to be the hottest guy you’ve ever crossed paths with. He giggles at your response and climbs in the bed. Though you’ve slept together many times before, you’ve never actually slept together. You haven’t done anything past sleeping. You turn off the light and lay down beside Jiseok.

“Hey, I’m cold.” he whines.

“Do you want another blanket?” You whisper back to him.

“No.”

“How am I supposed to help you then?”

“You could cuddle me.” You can't help but smile at his request. You're sure to fall even further in love with him, but how could you say no? You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you, letting his head rest on your chest. He wraps his arm around your waist and hugs you. It appears he falls asleep quickly, but for you, it’s gonna be a challenge. You try to repress the feeling of his hand that gradually lowers until he’s holding your leg by the thigh. His hot breath caresses your neck. He eventually pulls your leg overtop of him, but still doesn’t let go of your thigh. You get more aroused with every second, every breath he takes. You’re sure that if you were to feel between your legs, you’d be soaked to the core. When you try to slip out of his grasp, he whines. He’s too cute to turn down, so you just accept the suffering. you hold him in your arms and run your fingers through his hair. In response, he snuggles into the crook of your neck. Though you’re painfully horny, your exhaustion takes over and Jiseok’s body heat finally soothes you to sleep.

The morning is bright, even through your closed curtains. You look over your friend’s shoulder to look at the clock. It’s nine in the morning. You need to be in class in an hour. Jiseok looks up at you, finally awake. You run your hand down his bare back and he smiles.

“Morning,” he says. His sleepy voice was raspy, reminding you of your soaked core from last night. You jump up, running to the bathroom. You hurriedly clean yourself up before returning to your room.

“JISEOK!” You squeal when you walk in. He didn’t close the door to change. You were left dumbfounded and staring at his completely naked body. You’re gonna have to go back to the bathroom.

“Shit- sorry, I guess I got used to being here.” he says nonchalantly while still getting dressed. He seemed unphased by you standing there seeing him unclothed. After he puts his pants on, he grabs a shirt from his suitcase and puts it on. It’s another one of his math pun tees that you’ve grown familiar with.

Without saying anything you go in and get your clothes for today and head back to the bathroom. You’ll certainly need a shower now. After getting ready, you get in his car and he drives you both to the science building. He apologizes to you in a quiet and serious tone.

“I really forgot I wasn’t home. Your place is more home to me than mine. I really should’ve been more mindful. I’m sorry.” You want to tell him not to apologize for honestly blessing your eyes and feeding your dirty fantasies.

“Don’t be sorry, I was just a little shocked.” You sat in silence for a moment before getting the courage to add to what you were saying.

“Not to mention, you’re some real eye candy, Seok.” He blushes at your comment.

“You think?” He looks at you with a shy smile. You didn’t know it, but he’s deeply in love with you. He could stay forever in your embrace like last night, and he plans on it too. He just isn’t sure how to yet. He gets out of the car and comes over to the passenger side to let you out. He closes the door and leans against the car.

“I'll pick you up after class?” he asks. You nod, excited to see your best friend again after class. He had to meet with his friends, maybe they could give him advice on how to confess to you.

___________

“y/n!” Jiseok yells from afar. He's waiting for you outside of his small, black car. You excitedly wave and he waves back at you. You speed up to a jog to get over to Jiseok a little faster and jump into his arms.

“So?” He asks. You already know he's wondering about the practice test you had today. The real exam isn't for another two days.

“I got a perfect score!” You happily shove the paper in his hands. He takes a look at it and smiles at you.

“Just as I expected!” He hands the paper back to you with a proud smile. He opens the car door and closes it when you sit down inside. He's always had great manners and took very good care of you. Your parents both wanted you to marry him, and while that wasn't on the table twelve years ago, you start to think of what a life married to Jiseok would be like.

The entire drive to your house is silent. Both of you are preoccupied by your own thoughts. Your mind wanders far into the possible future and Jiseok is thinking more short-term. His heart is racing beneath the calm look he wears.

Jiseok pulls into the driveway. He's never been this nervous. No amount of practice or foreknowledge could prepare him for this moment. Just in case you turn him down, he had already put his stuff in the trunk. But if you don't turn him down. . . who knows where this will go?

You get out of the car and Jiseok follows you to the front door. He stops you before you go in. His hand is nervously wrapped around your wrist, gripping it to possibly soothe him. He looks away from you, unable to make eye contact. Every possible scenario runs through his mind simultaneously. The mere anxiety causes tears to well up in his eyes.

“Seok?” You take the other hand he isn't holding and place it on his shoulder.

“I've got something I need to tell you.” His heart drops into his stomach.

“Cmon, let's go sit down so you can talk to me.” and here you two are, sitting on the couch. You sit facing him with one hand on his thigh.

“Y/n, I really like you, like romantically.” your face changes from one of sympathy to surprise. You're at loss for words.

“What's that look for?” He asks anxiously.

“I like you too, Jiseok!” You can see all of the tension immediately leave his body. He goes limp in the couch and breathes as if he's been holding it for two minutes. You lean toward him, taking I'm the new sight. Sure he's still Jiseok, but he's your boyfriend Jiseok.

“So that makes THE Kwak Jiseok MY boyfriend?” He blushes at your remark and laughs.

“Indeed it does,” He replies. You hover over him, the mutuality of your feelings allows you to stop holding back as much. And as if some magnetic force was pulling you two together, your lips crash into each other's. His lips are soft and delicate. He's gentle with you as he holds your face with his hand. Your eyes flutter open between kisses, catching glimpses of each other's pretty faces. You pull away to catch your breath.

By this point, you might as well have been straddling his lap. You get off of him and keep your distance. It's best if you spend this time preparing for your exam.

“I've gotta study.”

“But you already got a perfect score?”

“I'll be honest with you Seok, I guessed on two of the questions.”

“Well let me help you!” You invite him to join you and he follows you to your room. He sits comfortably in his chair, as he's more than familiar with your room.

“Ugh, I really don't wanna do this.” You say.

“Well how about instead of physics, we study anatomy?” You look over at him confusedly. You pick up on what he means when you see his mischievous grin. You'd thought of this moment for too long to turn him down.

“Sounds a little more interesting than kinematics,” you say nonchalantly. You two exchange consenting looks before he takes his opportunity. Before you know it, he's yanking you up out of your swivel chair and lays you on your bed. He prowls over you, glaring at your figure like it's his last meal. Despite the primal and animalistic needs of his, he takes his sweet time with you.

He starts off with gentle kisses beginning on the lips. He trails down to your jaw and eventually makes his way to your neck. Every time he moves from one place to the next, the previous spot feels a bit chilly as the air blows lightly on his trail of saliva. He finds a place in the crook of your neck to nibble at before he starts leaving love bites. Each one is slightly painful and leaves a red mark behind. He pulls back to see his work. The sight of you adorned in his markings is arousing for the both of you.

Jiseok smiles in adoration before reaching his hand out to you. He pulls you up and sits you in his lap. His hands travel to places they never have. Your thighs are like heaven to his senses, perfectly squishy in his grip. It takes all of his will power to not throw you into the bed and breed you, but he wants this to be special. He'll save the rough for another time.

His hands find their home on the waistband of your pants. His breath tickles your ear when he speaks.

“This alright baby?” You nod and he continues to remove your clothes. You take it upon yourself to turn around. You plan to strip Jiseok, but seeing you unclothed leaves him dumbfounded. You smirk at the tent that's poking through his pants and remove his shirt. The rest of his clothes follow.

He gets off of the bed and takes your hand, pulling you toward him. He guides you over to your full length mirror and stands you in front of him.

“Today we're gonna review body systems. You know most of them pretty well already, I just thought it'd be best to study the reproductive system a little deeper.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers and you feel your heart rate skyrocket. His emphasis on the word deeper has your mind a couple steps ahead of where you were. You'd just begun and you already have to hold back from begging in tears for him to bury his cock in you.

Instead, you stand still and let him work. He gets a feel of your entire body, lastly trailing down your hips and between your legs. He runs his fingers through your folds once and brings them to his lips.

“You're soaked hun,” He says before sucking your arousal off of his fingers and pulling them out with a popping sound.

“And very delicious, just as I anticipated.” His voice sounds eloquent, like a man of great power who is about to enjoy fine dining. He feels on top of the world having your body all to himself. He'd take this over the world's finest caviar any day. His fingers find their way back to you, moving around slowly and intentionally as he explores your body. He's a scientist. His curiosity is deadly and his observant nature takes the stage now that he finally has his hands on you.

His every sense is overloaded and cloudy with lust. Your body was perfect in every sense, he could touch you for hours without getting bored. You start to get restless, writhing under his slow touches. You're growing eager and he starts to sense it from you.

Without much warning, he presses his middle finger just past your entrance. Your cunt is warm and wet around his finger. He starts moving slowly, noting your every reaction. When he presses a certain spot, your body tenses. He does it again, same reaction. You lean your head back into his shoulder and peer into his eyes. They're loving and intimate. He looks to the mirror, using his eyes to gesture for you to look too.

You take in the sight. Jiseok holding you up with one arm. His hand has a lethal grip on you. With his other arm, one finger is buried inside of you. He pulls out, to which you whine. However he replaces it with two fingers. His pace this time is a lot quicker and rougher. You depend on him to hold you up, the feeling of him thrusting his fingers into you is weakening. The view you have in your mirror is utterly vulgar. You'd never seen yourself so pathetic. He pulls out again, leaving you disappointed and needy for more. A string of arousal stretched between his fingertips and your entrance. He laps it up with his fingers and brings it to his mouth, savoring every bit of your taste.

He gently pushes down on your shoulders, helping ease you to the ground. You sit on your knees, facing the mirror. Jiseok lowers himself behind you and leans you forward on all fours. He positions himself to mount you before slowly sliding his hard cock deep inside of you. He caresses your back with his hand, letting you adjust to the new feeling. After he feels you start to grow restless, he starts moving slowly in and out of you. He holds your shoulders for stability as he finds a decent pace. You lower your arms to the ground, no longer able to hold yourself up. You've been on edge for twenty minutes now, Jiseok just isn't ready for you to cum yet.

He moves his hands from your shoulders to your waist, guiding your movement as he thrusts into you. The feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him has him on edge, ready to cum at any moment. He moves at a relentless pace. His own high starts building. He looks into the mirror, seeing your fucked out face hazes his mind. His breath gets ragged and your moans intertwine. He grows increasingly whiny as he gets closer to cumming.

He leans over you, bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing furiously. You finally break, your entire body tenses under Jiseok. Your walls clench around him, bringing him to his orgasm as well. He tries to maintain the rhythm, but his body involuntarily jerks as he cums deep inside you. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as you both finish. When the tension seeps away and you're left limp, he pulls out of you and picks you up.

Jiseok runs a warm bath for you and sets you inside. You take his hands and bring him in with you. He lays on top of you, nearly falling asleep. You run your fingers through his wet hair.

“We've gotta get cleaned up before we take a nap,” you say to your pouty boyfriend. You smile and push him into a sitting position. You stand up and get the shower running before you stand Jiseok up and wash him down. After you finish, he returns the favor. Once you're both clean, you get into some comfy clothes and head for your bed to take a nap.

“Is that my math shirt you're wearing?” He asks.

“Not anymore” you whisper, and he's more than ok with it. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest protectively for you both to sleep.

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”

Y'all are getting fed again tonight (technically tmr bc I set them to come out at 12 am)

I hope y'all like appalachian werewolf o.de as much as I do 😞

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”

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❛ After winning a bet against you, Jiseok decides that he would be the dominant one for a change...though that doesn't last long.

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Jiseok’s intoxicating moan permeated the room, a symphony of desire that hung in the air like a heavy, sweet perfume. His body moved with an almost languid grace as he settled fully onto your lap, the weight of him grounding you in the moment. His head tipped back, exposing the elegant curve of his throat, while his lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure, capturing the very essence of his rapture.

For a heartbeat, he remained perfectly still, his body tense as he adjusted to the sensation of your strap. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his breath, each exhale a testament to the intensity of the moment. The heat between you was palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer.

Your hand moved with purpose, fingers curling around his cheeks with a commanding yet tender touch. The pads of your fingers pressed gently but firmly into his skin, guiding his gaze to meet yours. His eyes, dark and glazed with lust, locked onto yours, creating an electric connection that sent shivers down your spine. The dominance in your grip was undeniable, but it was tempered with a deep, unspoken affection, a silent promise of pleasure and trust.

Although he turned his gaze towards you as you desired, the playful glint in his eyes was a tantalizing reminder of the agreement you'd struck earlier. That sparkle of mischief was undeniable, a testament to the unspoken game that had woven itself into your intimate encounter.

His hand, warm and firm, wrapped around your wrist, pulling your touch away from his face. The loss of contact was a sharp contrast to the previous closeness, creating a sense of longing that deepened the intensity of the moment. His other hand moved with a similar purpose, capturing the ones resting on his hips and effortlessly locking them by the sides of your head.

A mean smile curled on Jiseok's lips, a blend of dominance and playful cruelty that sent a thrill through your veins. The power dynamic shifted as he asserted control, leaving you helplessly bound beneath him. The heat of his skin and the strength of his grip were both captivating and consuming.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jiseok began to lift himself off your lap. His body arched gracefully, and another intoxicating moan escaped his lips, a sound that reverberated through the room and settled deep within you. The deliberate pace of his movements was a torment, a slow burn of pleasure and anticipation that made every second feel like an eternity.

As he descended once more, the connection between you was electric, a fusion of bodies and desires that left you breathless. The sight of him above you, the feel of his hands pinning you down, and the sound of his moans created a sensory overload, a beautifully torturous experience that bound you together in a dance of passion and control.

Watching as he shamelessly used you for his own pleasure was a stark departure from your usual dynamic, a reversal that sent a thrill of unfamiliar excitement through you. Typically, you held the reins, but now, with Jiseok in control, you found yourself on the precipice of a new and tantalizing experience. There was a fleeting moment where you almost wished you’d won the bet, to reclaim that familiar dominance, but the allure of this role reversal was undeniable.

The way his own leaking length slapped against your stomach with each glide up and down your strap was a vivid, tantalizing sensation. Each movement sent ripples of heat coursing through you, a physical manifestation of his pleasure and a reminder of your current submission. His every action, every deliberate thrust, elicited filthy, unrestrained sounds from his lips. Those moans, raw and primal, traveled down to your very core, igniting a fire that burned with intensity.

Jiseok was utterly mesmerizing. His body, a study in fluid grace and raw desire, moved with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and intoxicating. The interplay of power and vulnerability in his eyes, the way they flickered between control and surrender, held you captive. His pleasure was palpable, a living thing that enveloped you both, drawing you deeper into the moment.

The intensity of the situation was heightened by the contrast to your usual roles. The sight of him lost in ecstasy, taking what he needed from you with such shameless abandon, was a heady mix of power and submission that blurred the lines of dominance and desire. Each glide, each slap, each moan was a symphony of sensations that wove together into an exquisite tapestry of pleasure and connection.

In this moment, Jiseok was not just using you; he was unveiling a new facet of your relationship, one that was as captivating as it was unexpected. The raw honesty of his desire, the unguarded vulnerability of his pleasure, created a space where you both could explore the depths of your connection in a way that was beautifully, intoxicatingly real.

Jiseok's pace quickened, driven by an increasing neediness that was palpable in every movement. His lewd moans and groans filled the air, a symphony of raw desire that echoed around the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. The sound of his pleasure intertwined with the rhythmic slap of his body against yours, creating an intoxicating soundtrack to your shared passion.

As his need grew, Jiseok's hands released your wrists, leaving behind the ghost of his touch. His fingers, now free, moved with an eager purpose, reaching up to grasp your breasts. The sudden shift sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding to the unexpected contact. The weight and warmth of his hands on your skin, the way they molded to the curve of your breasts, was a heady sensation that added another layer to your shared ecstasy.

Your breasts bounced in time with the rhythm he set, each movement a visual testament to the intensity of your connection. His hands, once gentle, became more assertive, groping and squeezing with a fervent hunger. The pressure of his touch, the way his fingers moved against your flesh, was an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.

An unexpected moan tore from your lips, raw and unfiltered. The sound seemed to ignite something within Jiseok, a spark that fanned the flames of his desire. His eyes, dark with lust, gleamed with satisfaction as he heard your response. His fingers found your nipples, pinching them with expert precision, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Each pinch, each twist, was a calculated move designed to elicit the sounds he craved from you.

Jiseok's actions were a dance of dominance and desire, a carefully choreographed performance that left you breathless and yearning for more. His hands, his touch, the way he moved—everything was a testament to his understanding of your body and the pleasure it could bring. The room pulsed with the heat of your shared passion, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that left you both on the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Jiseok panted, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes remained glued to your breasts, bouncing rhythmically with his every movement. His gaze was fervent, filled with a raw, unrestrained hunger as he chased his own high. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he breathed out, the words drenched in genuine admiration and lust.

The moment his declaration reached your ears, you felt one of his hands abandon its grip on your breast, the loss of contact momentarily jarring. His fingers trailed a burning path up your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before wrapping firmly around your neck. The pressure was calculated, just enough to squeeze in a way that was both erotic and thrilling. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and another moan, raw and unbidden, escaped your lips.

The sound you made seemed to resonate deeply within Jiseok, fueling the fire of his desire. His eyes, dark with intensity, widened as he took in the sight of you beneath him, your reactions heightening his own arousal. The eroticism of the moment was almost too much for him to bear; his breaths came faster, each one a ragged gasp, and his moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of lust.

His pace quickened, the urgency of his movements mirroring the escalation of his need. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your neck, was a testament to the powerful connection you shared. The way he moved, the way he sounded, it was all a beautiful, chaotic dance of desire and dominance.

Jiseok's body tensed as he drew closer to his peak, his sounds becoming a harmonious blend of desperation and ecstasy. The sight of you, the feel of you, the sounds you made—it was all an intoxicating mix that drove him to the brink. His grip tightened slightly, just enough to send another wave of pleasure through you, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Jiseok, his need, his desire, and the incredible, electrifying connection between you. The way he looked at you, the way he moved with you, it was all a testament to the depth of your shared passion, a beautifully detailed tableau of pleasure and intimacy.

“Yeah?” you grunted, your voice a mix of challenge and desire. Deciding to take control for a moment, you bucked your hips upwards, meeting his pace with a deliberate force that sent a shockwave of pleasure through both of you. The sudden movement elicited a sharp gasp from Jiseok, his eyes widening as he seemed to teeter right on the edge of his climax.

Your actions spurred him on, pushing him closer to that precipice of ecstasy. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each exhale a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. The intensity of your connection was almost palpable, a physical force that bound you together in this intimate dance.

“You love it when you use me, huh?” you taunted, your voice dripping with a provocative mix of mockery and allure. The words seemed to resonate deeply with Jiseok, his expression shifting to one of pure, unrestrained need. The provocative edge in your voice only served to heighten his arousal, pushing him further towards the brink.

“Shameless boy,” you added, your tone a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. The term of endearment, laced with playful reproach, hung in the air between you, adding another layer to the intricate tapestry of your shared pleasure. 

Jiseok's response was visceral, a guttural moan that tore from his throat as he bucked against you with renewed fervor. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto yours, the connection between you deepening with every passing second. The way he moved, the way he responded to your taunts, was a testament to the powerful dynamic you both shared.

In this moment, the roles of dominance and submission blurred, creating a beautifully intricate dance of power and pleasure. The heat of your bodies, the intensity of your gazes, and the raw honesty of your words all combined to create a moment of unparalleled intimacy. Jiseok’s vulnerability and shameless need, matched by your confident control, wove together to form a scene of exquisite passion that neither of you would soon forget.

Taking advantage of Jiseok's dazed state, his focus solely on his own pleasure, you slid your hand between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his leaking, sensitive length. The heat and pulsing hardness of him filled your palm, and his immediate reaction was a sharp yelp at the unexpected contact. The sound was almost sweet in its vulnerability, a stark contrast to the mischief that had previously clouded his eyes.

In that instant, the playful defiance in his gaze was replaced by a silent, desperate pleading. His eyes, wide and dark with need, locked onto yours with an intensity that made you smirk. The power shift was palpable, his bravado crumbling as his desire took over. He was so, so close to finishing—that much was obvious from the way his length twitched and pulsed in your hand, his body betraying his imminent release.

Despite his earlier bratty behavior, you decided to grant him what he so clearly craved, though not without a touch of your own mischief. With a deliberate slowness, you began to stroke him, matching the rhythm he had set for himself. Your movements were precise, calculated, designed to drive him wild with need. The contrast of your cool control against his desperate urgency created a delicious tension that heightened the intensity of the moment.

Your fingers moved expertly, each stroke sending shivers down his spine, his hips bucking instinctively in response. The feeling of his hot, slick length in your hand, combined with the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, was intoxicating. Every gasp, every shudder, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him.

As you continued, his breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. The silent begging in his eyes deepened, his lips parting in a wordless plea for release. Your smirk widened, savoring the power you held over him in that moment. The combination of his need and your control created a heady, electric atmosphere that thrummed with shared desire.

With each stroke, you brought him closer to the edge, his moans growing louder, more desperate. The friction, the pace, the sheer intimacy of your touch was pushing him to his limits. The sight of him, so undone and vulnerable, was a beautiful contrast to his earlier defiance. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a beautifully orchestrated performance that left you both breathless and yearning for more.

As he teetered on the brink, his eyes begged for mercy, for release. And in that moment, you knew you had him completely, utterly at your mercy. The power was intoxicating, the control exhilarating, and the pleasure, both his and yours, was a symphony of sensation that filled the room with a palpable, electrifying energy.

Jiseok's face nuzzled into your neck, his moans loud and unabashed as he sought the comfort of your closeness. The intensity of his orgasm wracked his body, sending shudders of pleasure through him as ropes of his release stained both his stomach and yours. The heat and wetness of it created an intimate connection, a tangible reminder of the pleasure you'd just shared.

As the last tremors of his climax coursed through him, you took advantage of his dazed state, swiftly shifting your bodies so you were on top of him. The transition was seamless, a fluid motion that left him momentarily disoriented. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and surprise mingling in their depths as he processed the change in position.

His bewilderment deepened when he realized you were still buried to the hilt inside of him. The sensation of fullness, combined with the unexpected shift in dominance, sent another wave of pleasure through his already sensitized body. You couldn't help but chuckle meanly, the sound a dark, tantalizing promise of what was to come.

With deliberate slowness, you began to withdraw, watching the emotions play across his face. The startled moan that tore from his lips was music to your ears, a symphony of need and surprise that only fueled your own desire. His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and anticipation as he felt you pull out almost completely.

Then, without warning, you snapped your hips back into him, the sudden, powerful thrust drawing another moan from deep within his chest. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of your movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Each snap of your hips was a calculated strike, designed to elicit the most exquisite responses from him.

Jiseok's body responded instinctively, his back arching, his fingers clutching at the sheets as he tried to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations. His moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with the raw, unfiltered sounds of his pleasure. The way he writhed beneath you, the way his body reacted to every thrust, was mesmerizing.

You reveled in the control, the power you held over him in that moment. Each movement, each sound, was a testament to the depth of your connection, a beautifully orchestrated dance of dominance and submission. The pleasure was all-encompassing, a heady mix of physical sensation and emotional intensity that left you both breathless.

“Wait, wait!” Jiseok panted, his eyes wide with a mix of desperation and lingering sensitivity. “I’m still so sensitive, please!” Despite his pleas, his nails dug deliciously into the skin of your hips, urging you to stay inside him each time you attempted to pull away. The contradiction between his words and actions was intoxicating, a testament to the depths of his desire.

“Aw, is my shameless boy still sensitive?” you cooed, your tone laced with feigned sympathy as you pouted. The mockery in your voice was deliberate, a playful taunt that only heightened the intensity of the moment. Without hesitation, you picked up your pace, your movements becoming more deliberate and powerful. Jiseok responded by burying his head deeper into the pillows beneath him, his body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The sight of his exposed neck, so vulnerable and inviting, was too tempting to resist. You leaned in, attaching your tongue and lips to his skin, leaving a messy trail of kisses and licks that he loved. The wet, heated contact sent shivers down his spine, adding another layer to the sensory overload he was experiencing. His moans grew louder, each sound a symphony of pleasure that resonated through the room.

As you continued to thrust into him, you reached down, grabbing ahold of one of his hands. Guiding it with a firm yet gentle touch, you directed it towards his own sensitive core. The look in your eyes was stern, a silent command that left no room for disobedience. “Touch yourself,” you ordered, your voice low and authoritative. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m done with you.”

The combination of your firm grip, the intensity of your gaze, and the raw power of your words sent a thrill through Jiseok. His eyes widened even further, a mix of surprise and arousal evident in their depths. Obediently, he wrapped his hand around his own length, his touch tentative at first, then growing more confident as he began to stroke himself in time with your thrusts.

The added stimulation pushed him closer to the edge, his moans becoming more desperate, more pleading. Every movement, every sound, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him. His body was a canvas, and you were the artist, painting a masterpiece of pleasure and submission.

Your lips never left his neck, the wet, messy kisses a constant reminder of your presence and control. Each thrust, each command, each touch, was a deliberate act of dominance, designed to bring him to the brink and keep him there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The power you held over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of control and desire that left you both breathless.

As Jiseok’s strokes grew more frantic, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control, you could see the raw need in his eyes. The sight of him, so vulnerable and desperate, was a beautiful contrast to his usual bravado. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, a dance of power and submission that left you both craving more.

Though Jiseok was rendered speechless, his response was visceral. He nodded vigorously, his movements driven by instinct rather than thought. His eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into his head as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. His mouth, parted in a breathless gasp, emitted a continuous stream of erotic sounds—moans, whimpers, and gasps—that filled the air with a symphony of raw desire.

The pace you had set was relentless, each thrust precise and unyielding. The rhythm of your movements was a powerful force, pushing him closer to the edge with every stroke. His body responded instinctively, bouncing beneath you with each snap of your hips, the force of your actions leaving him helplessly at your mercy.

You could see the culmination of his orgasm approaching, a visible wave of pleasure that crested before he even had the chance to fully experience it. His entire body trembled with the intensity of his release, the tension and ecstasy etched across his features as his senses were inundated with the overwhelming pleasure you had orchestrated.

Despite the overwhelming sight of his climax, you did not relent. The snap of your hips continued with unyielding precision, maintaining the rhythm that kept him on the precipice of his ecstasy. The relentless force of your movements only added to the intensity, ensuring that he was swept up in the powerful, unending wave of sensation.

As Jiseok's body was rocked by the force of your thrusts, the combination of his vocal responses and the visual impact of his pleasure created a scene of exquisite, almost violent intimacy. Each thrust, each push, was a testament to the power you held, a beautifully detailed expression of control and desire that left you both breathless and craving more.

Jiseok’s whines began to rise in pitch, the sound a desperate plea for respite as you continued, relentless, after his second orgasm. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a telltale sign of the overstimulation that left him vulnerable and overwhelmed. Despite his evident distress, he didn’t dare disobey; his hands, trembling with the effort, shakily tried to keep pace with the rhythm you set. Each quiver of his fingers was a testament to his surrender, an acknowledgment of your absolute control.

You kept your gaze fixed on his face, savoring the exquisite display of his unraveling. His expression was a mix of helplessness and desperate need, a beautiful contrast to the confident persona he usually projected. The sight of him so utterly undone beneath you was intoxicating, his whimpers and pleas a perfect accompaniment to the raw pleasure you were inflicting.

It wasn’t long before a third orgasm tore through him with a surprising ferocity, more intense and aggressive than the first two. The force of it was almost overwhelming, a powerful wave that left him trembling and gasping. This time, you allowed yourself to slow your pace, guiding him through the tumultuous waves of his climax with a deliberate, measured rhythm. Each thrust was calculated, designed to prolong his pleasure and deepen the intensity of his release.

As his body continued to writhe beneath you, the rhythmic pulse of his orgasm gradually subsided. His movements became more frantic, a clear sign of his need for relief. You watched with a mix of satisfaction and possessive delight as he squirmed, finally wriggling under you in a final, desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations. With one last, deliberate thrust, you brought the relentless rhythm to a halt, your body coming to rest against his.

The room was filled with the echoes of his pleasure, the air thick with the remnants of his intense release. You took a moment to bask in the aftermath, your control and dominance etched into every breath he took. The scene before you was a testament to the exquisite power of your connection, a beautifully detailed tableau of desire and submission that left both of you breathless and spent.

He lay before you, a beautiful mess of flushed skin and disheveled abandon. His cheeks and ears were painted a deep crimson, a vivid contrast to the pale expanse of his neck and shoulders. His pink lips were parted, still gasping for breath as he struggled to regain his composure. The sight of him, so utterly spent and vulnerable, was a portrait of exquisite pleasure and surrender.

Yet, it was the adoration in his eyes that captivated you the most. Despite the chaos of the moment, his gaze remained steady, a soft, glowing warmth radiating from his eyes as they followed your every move. It was a look of profound devotion, a silent testament to the connection you shared. The sight was both endearing and electrifying, a stark contrast to the wild, urgent sounds that had filled the air moments before.

"You’re so good to me," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the lingering echoes of his earlier cries. The contrast between his previous loud moans and the soft, heartfelt admission was striking, adding a layer of intimacy to the moment. His words were a balm to your own exhaustion, a reminder of the depth of the bond you both shared.

A chuckle, full of affection and warmth, escaped your lips as you absorbed the sweetness of his confession. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, you leaned down, your movements slow and deliberate. You pressed your lips against his forehead, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of comfort and reassurance. Moving to his nose, you placed another kiss, this one lighter and more playful, before finally capturing his lips in a tender, lingering embrace.

The kiss was a silent promise, a wordless declaration of your feelings as you melted into the intimacy of the moment. The softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, created a cocoon of affection that wrapped around both of you. In that shared space, amidst the aftermath of passion and pleasure, you found a quiet, beautiful connection that transcended words and left you both basking in the gentle glow of your shared intimacy.

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💐 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ( xdinary heroes )

❛ As you step into a new, more masculine identity, your nerves are eased by the unwavering support of your friends and boyfriend.

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This is probably one of my favorite pieces I've written, it was so self-indulgent as a masc non-binary fan of XDH, so I absolutely adored this request (made by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, mentions of wearing a binder for the first time, the rest of the members of Xdinary Heroes are dressed femininely to support you since it's the first time you go out in public dressed so masculine, mentions of anxiety, mentions of people staring.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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You anxiously pace around your apartment, your steps quick and uneven, a reflection of the turmoil inside you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second echoing your mounting nerves. Every few moments, you dart back to the mirror, adjusting the binder Jiseok had surprised you with and smoothing out the more masculine clothing you’ve chosen for the first time. The reflection staring back at you is both unfamiliar and oddly liberating, but the anxiety still gnaws at you like a persistent shadow.

Jiseok, lounging on your couch, watches you with an expression that blends amusement and tenderness. His phone lies forgotten in his hand, abandoned in favor of observing your restless movements. His eyes, filled with warmth and affection, follow your every step, a silent but reassuring presence amidst your growing apprehension. Despite his frequent reassurances that you look undeniably handsome, the unease remains, a gnawing uncertainty that refuses to fade.

This moment is significant for you, a departure from the familiar into uncharted territory. The binder and the new style represent more than just a change in wardrobe; they symbolize a step toward embracing a more authentic version of yourself. Yet, even with Jiseok’s repeated affirmations, the anxiety of stepping into this new self is palpable, a heavy weight that clings to your chest.

You cast another glance at your reflection, searching for flaws, for something that might unravel the confidence you’re trying to muster. The mirror shows a version of yourself that feels both empowering and vulnerable, a delicate balance that is hard to navigate. Each adjustment of your clothing, each smoothing of your hair, is an attempt to find comfort in this new skin, but the anxiety persists, whispering doubts into the corners of your mind.

Jiseok’s eyes, however, remain fixed on you, his amusement softened by a deep, unwavering support. His presence is a quiet counterpoint to your inner turmoil, a constant reminder that you are not alone in this journey. Though the anxiety continues to gnaw at you, the steadfastness in Jiseok’s gaze and his gentle reassurances offer a flicker of hope and a promise of acceptance.

Suddenly, your lifelong best friend and boyfriend excuses himself into your bedroom. You barely have time to wonder why before a knock on your front door interrupts your pacing. Heart racing, you sprint to answer it, only to be rendered speechless by the sight before you. While you had expected to find your friends, you hadn’t anticipated their striking transformations.

Gunil stands confidently at the forefront, his cropped top revealing a sliver of toned midriff, and his eyes accentuated by grungy makeup that sharpens his features. His bold look radiates a daring defiance, setting the tone for the unexpected ensemble before you.

Jungsu catches your eye next, sporting a mid-thigh length plaid skirt that sways slightly with his movements. His shirt is neatly tucked in, giving him a polished yet rebellious air, and his hair is adorned with colorful clips that contrast playfully with his otherwise composed appearance. The sight of Jungsu, usually so serious, embracing this vivid and whimsical style stirs a mixture of surprise and admiration within you.

Seungmin’s outfit is equally captivating, his cropped top paired with a flowing black skirt that grazes just above his knees. The eyeliner framing his eyes adds a dramatic flair, highlighting his expressive gaze. The combination of soft and edgy elements in his look mirrors the complex layers of his personality, leaving you both intrigued and impressed.

Hyeongjun, in a long denim skirt you've seen him wear before, exudes a quiet confidence. His hair is styled into a half-up, half-down look, softening his features and adding a touch of elegance to his casual attire. The familiar yet refreshed appearance of Hyeongjun brings a comforting sense of continuity amidst the surprising changes.

Finally, Jooyeon stands out with his short plaid skirt paired with fishnets, his hair styled into playful space buns. The juxtaposition of the classic plaid and daring fishnets creates a bold statement, and the space buns add a whimsical charm to his look. Jooyeon's daring fashion choice radiates a fearless confidence that resonates with your own journey of self-expression.

As you take in the sight of your friends, each embracing their unique styles with unapologetic confidence, a wave of emotion washes over you. The anxiety that had gripped you moments ago begins to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of camaraderie and support. Their bold transformations echo your own struggle and triumph in embracing your true self, reminding you that you’re not alone in this journey.

Your heart swells with gratitude and admiration for your friends, who have shown up not just in presence, but in spirit, celebrating your courage with their own. The sight of them, so different yet so authentically themselves, fortifies your resolve and fills you with a renewed sense of confidence. With a deep breath, you step forward, ready to embrace the evening with the unwavering support of your lifelong friends by your side.

"You all look amazing," you manage to say, still trying to process the vibrant array of styles before you. As they step inside, your eyes remain wide in shock and admiration. Their response is immediate and heartwarming; they shower you with genuine compliments, each remark about how handsome you look in your new style making your cheeks flush a deep crimson. The sincerity in their voices and the pride in their eyes fills you with a warmth that eases your earlier anxiety.

Just as you begin to relax into the moment, you hear Jiseok clear his throat dramatically behind you. Turning around, you gasp at the sight that meets your eyes. Jiseok stands there, still wearing the striped sweater he had on before disappearing into the bathroom, but instead of jeans, he’s now donning one of your old, long black satin dresses underneath the sweater. The elegant fabric sways slightly as he moves, creating a surprising yet strangely harmonious blend of casual and formal.

The absurdity of his outfit doesn't stop there. Perched atop his head is a plastic tiara, catching the light and adding a whimsical touch to his ensemble. His lips shimmer with glittery lip gloss, completing the playful and unexpected transformation. The sight is both ridiculous and endearing, a perfect encapsulation of Jiseok's ability to make you smile even in the most unexpected ways.

A light chuckle escapes your lips as you take in the full extent of his getup. The laughter bubbles up, mingling with the lingering remnants of your earlier anxiety, and suddenly, the room feels lighter, filled with an unspoken understanding and acceptance. You step forward, closing the distance between you and Jiseok, and press your lips against his in a tender kiss. The glitter from his lip gloss transfers slightly, adding a touch of sparkle to the intimate moment.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jiseok's, and the look you share speaks volumes. In this small, affectionate gesture, there is an acknowledgment of the journey you've both been on, the courage it took to embrace your true self, and the unyielding support you have from him. Surrounded by your friends, all uniquely expressing themselves in your honor, and with Jiseok by your side, you feel a profound sense of belonging and love that fortifies you for whatever comes next.

Once the flurry of compliments had settled, you all made your way out the door, heading to a nearby restaurant as planned. The group walks in unison, a vibrant parade of diverse styles and unapologetic self-expression. As you move through the streets, you notice the curious and occasionally puzzled glances from strangers. However, the once-daunting stares no longer feel as terrifying with your friends and boyfriend by your side, their bold attire a testament to their unwavering support.

Gunil’s grungy makeup and cropped top, Jungsu’s plaid skirt with colorful hair clips, Seungmin’s flowing skirt and eyeliner, Hyeongjun’s elegant denim skirt and styled hair, and Jooyeon’s plaid skirt with fishnets and space buns create a striking visual that draws attention. Despite the occasional odd look, there is an undeniable sense of solidarity that envelops you, making the world feel a little less intimidating.

The endearing sight of your friends and boyfriend dressed so uniquely to support you fills your heart with warmth. Every step you take is lighter, buoyed by the camaraderie and love that surrounds you. The anxiety that had once gripped you now feels distant, replaced by a profound sense of acceptance and belonging. 

As you approach the restaurant, the looks from passersby seem less significant, their judgmental gazes overshadowed by the strength and unity of your group. Your heart swells with gratitude, knowing that these extraordinary individuals have not only embraced their own authenticity but have also empowered you to embrace yours.

The evening air feels crisp and invigorating as you walk together, and with each passing moment, the bond between you and your friends deepens. Their willingness to step out of their comfort zones and dress in a way that challenges societal norms just to support you is a testament to their love and friendship. The thought fills you with an overwhelming sense of pride and joy.

Jiseok’s hand remains firmly intertwined with yours throughout the entire walk, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the sea of emotions swirling within you. Every so often, he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers how ridiculously handsome you look, how he can’t get over the transformation. His words are like honey, sweet and soothing, each one sinking into your heart and settling there.

He tells you how obsessed he is with you, his voice filled with a sincerity that makes your heart flutter. Each declaration of his pride in you, his honor to be your boyfriend, sends a fresh wave of warmth coursing through your veins. The intensity of his feelings is palpable, wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, and you can't help but blush profusely at each affectionate confession.

With every step, Jiseok’s grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support. His presence, his whispered affirmations, create a bubble of intimacy amidst the bustling streets and curious onlookers. It’s as if the world fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in a moment of pure connection and love.

His words are a balm to your anxiety, each one meticulously chipping away at the insecurities that have long haunted you. The way he looks at you, with eyes brimming with adoration and pride, makes you feel seen in the most profound way. It’s not just about the clothes or the outward changes; it’s about the courage to embrace your true self, and Jiseok's endless support amplifies that courage tenfold.

Every time he leans in to murmur his adoration, your cheeks heat up, a blush spreading across your face. The sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, makes each compliment feel like the first, filling you with a sense of joy and affirmation that you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately. 

As you walk together, hand in hand, Jiseok’s unwavering support and constant reassurances weave a tapestry of love and confidence around you. His pride in you is evident in every word, every touch, and every glance. With each affectionate whisper, the bond between you strengthens, reinforcing the belief that together, you can face anything the world throws your way.

By the time you reach your destination, the anxiety that had once threatened to overwhelm you has dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of love and belonging. Jiseok’s constant reminders of how handsome you are, how proud he is of you, and how honored he feels to be your boyfriend, have fortified your spirit. Blushing and beaming, you step into the restaurant with him by your side, ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that with Jiseok's love, you are unstoppable.

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Hi Green!

This is 🩷, I know I already requested but I had another idea that I really wanted to share! If you don’t want to write it, that’s totally fine, just ignore this :)

It can be with either Gaon from Xdinary Heroes or Jongseob from P1Harmony — I couldn’t decide to save my life, I’m sorry! But anyway, here’s the idea:

He and the reader grew up together, and all their lives Reader was just a tomboy. However, a couple of weeks earlier, Reader came out as a trans guy and expressed wanting to do something with their looks to better fit their identity. So he does a bit of research and buys Reader his first binder/trans tape, and since they’re dating at this stage of their lives, he helps Reader put it on while rattling off the things he learned off the internet regarding how to use the binder/trans tape. It’s just overall a very endearing scene. They can maybe go out to dinner together and maybe the Reader is very anxious about being out with the binder/trans tape for the first time but he keeps reassuring them that they look very handsome.

I know I only request trans-related things but there’s just such a massive lack of such content and I really hope you’d consider writing them! Again, you don’t have to! Thank you in advance!

Beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful 🩷! This (and the first one you sent that I’m currently working on) are probably my favorite requests. I’m masc non-binary, which means I fall under the trans umbrella, so these were especially healing for me. So, so self indulgent. Your requests is and will always be welcomed, I seriously mean this. There really is a devastating lack of trans content in general, but especially within the KPOP fanfic community. These pieces might not do as well as other cisgender-based fics but they’ll always have a very special place in my heart. I love you so much, and I hope you’re doing well!

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𝐤. 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 🫐 p1harmony 🫐 1.6k

UNDER THE SUNSET GLOW was written first purely because this guy gives me insane gender envy. I almost left it at that, but honestly I suddenly got inspired to also write DRESSED FOR LOVE at the last second so here you have both! Also, no, I didn't purposely set out to make the aesthetics match the trans flag, it just happened like that which means it was destiny.

💐 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 💐

𝐤. 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 💐 xdinary heroes 💐 1.9k

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

Our lil Jiseok~~~

Kinktober day 2!

‘I Wanna Bite You Hyung’ has just gone live, a top+dom Yoongi and bottom+sub Taehyung story! Today’s prompts were A/B/O (one of my faves) and costumes :) I’m splitting this story over two days because tomorrow’s prompts just fit so perfectly :D

Check it out on AO3!