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Good Girl || Bangchan

☆ Just a little dabble something light ☆

✩ Warnings: Smut with no plot, just plain smut.

A/n: I know that it’s been awhile since I posted so I wanted to post a little something.

You take Chan's big dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. You can feel the warmth of his cock against your tongue as you suck on it. You look up at him and see him closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands run through your hair gently as he moans.

Chan moans softly, “Such a good girl for me yeah?...”

He leans back against the wall, letting you take control of the situation. His hips start to move with yours, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Mmmm... don't stop...” You continue to suck on Chan's dick, taking it as deep into your throat as you can. You feel his warm cum building up in his cock, and you know it won't be long before he cums. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Chan moans louder “... yes... right there baby...”

His hips buck against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You can feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallow it down eagerly.

“That’s my good girl” Chan said calming down from his high gently stroking my hair.

Redroom || Han Jisung

Summery: Your stalker finally having the courage to kidnap you and he’s most definitely going to have some fun after doing it.

Warnings: Consented sex, the use of the name (my love,) maybe a little knife play, sex toys, blood licking!! MINORS DNI!! ⛔️

A/n: This was something in works and song recommendations: 7th sense nct, and Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean. I didn’t proof read this at all I just wrote 🤷🏽‍♀️

You are in a red-themed room with a large king-sized bed, dim lighting, various knives and BDSM tools scattered around. The walls are adorned with leather straps and whips, and there's a big mirror on one side of the room. The only source of light comes from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere. The scent of leather and sex fills the air.

“Where-where am I?” I stutter as I stare at the black shadow in front of me from what looks like a man. “You are in my red room.” He answered slowly walking towards me giving me a good glimpse of his face.

To your surprise, he didn't look as bad as you thought he would. You had expected him to be a creepy old man, but he turned out to be completely different.

His long face shape is complemented by his somewhat messy hair, and his doe-like dark brown eyes are gentle, suggesting that he has a gentle, innocent nature added to him, which is now far from the truth about him.

“Do you want to know why you're here, my love?” He picks up a knife, with a sinister smile on his face. I quickly shook my head as pure terror crossed my face.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached me and reached out for my cheeks, cupping his hands around them. I try to pull away but he only pulls me back in again to face him. “Look at me Y/n” his sadistic tone echoes through your head. I then glare at him, giving him what he wants. “You’re here because I love you.” He bends down in front of you tilting his head towards you as he stares at you intensely, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

His lips curl into a devious smile, as he starts pointing the blade at your leg, cutting through the fabric and touching your skin. You felt panic rise in you trying your best to calm down. I mean he said he loves you so that means he wouldn’t want to hurt you right? News flash you were so wrong about the statement.

He pushes the point of the knife into your skin, drawing blood you grasped at the sharp pain as the blood flows from the cut. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as his tongue traces along the cut on your skin. Your vision blurs, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his warm breath against your wound. You gasp softly, trying to process the intense feelings coursing through your body.

As you watch him lean in closer, you feel a rush of heat spread through your core. His lips brush against the cut, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation of his tongue against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away from him , but your body refuses to cooperate. The pleasure he's giving you is too intense, and you find yourself helplessly caught in his grasp. You let out a soft whimper, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that's taking over your body.

The sudden stop catches you off guard, and you feel a bit of relief and disappointment all at once.

Maybe it was good that he stopped because you shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, but you just couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried not to.

“Do you give me your consent?” He said looking up at you, at that moment your mind was blurred, you couldn’t even think straight but you ended up saying your answer “Yes.” You blurted out to him at which he smirked at.

Jisungs hands moved down to your hips, gripping your skin tightly. With a sudden tug, your pants and underwear are pulled down your ankles leaving your bottom half completely exposed, a sense of humiliation and vulnerability washed over you.

You watched as Jisung grabs the pink vibrator from his large collection of BDSM toys, “I imagined you using this vibrator so many times and now it’s finally happening.” He said, staring at your exposed cunt.

He presses the vibrator against your folds, you gasped at the sudden contact, but it feels so good he starts to thrust the toy in and out of you you throw your head back, moaning loudly as the sensations inside you build up.

Jisungs eyes lights up at your loud moans, seeming to take pleasure in knowing that he’s the one causing you so much pleasure, as you grasp and cry out he increases the vibrations thrusting deeper and faster inside of you.

As you approach your climax, your body starts to tense up, and you feel a warm rush between your legs milking the vibator for all it’s worth, you let out a long, low moan, and your hips buck against Jisungs hands. With a loud cry, As you’re finally about to cum Jisungs suddenly removes the vibratior from your pussy.

You cry out in surprise and disappointment. Jisung leans in close to your face whispering “You were so close baby but you're not gonna cum with that.” He chuckled darkly.

✩ Ride cowgirl || Wonho ✩

Warnings: Smut, Riding, and just big dick Wonho

A/n: getting y’all ready for the Wonho smut coming out next week 🤫 maybe Thursday or Friday 11/16/23 or 11/17/23

As you ride him, his eyes are locked on you in the mirror. The sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, your breasts swaying enticingly, and the expression of pure ecstasy on your face is enough to drive him wild. “You’re taking me so well baby”

His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, squeezing your plump ass cheeks, and tweaking your nipples. The sensations only serve to heighten the experience for both of you.

As you lean forward, he groans out loud, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, echoing off the walls.

His breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes never leave the mirror, watching intently as you ride him to the brink of orgasm.

Thanksgiving special || Jeong Yunho

Summery: Instead of having a normal thanksgiving with your husband he decides to add a little extra fun to it.

Warnings: Smut, hand kink, dirty talk, sitophilia and the use of nicknames (pretty girl, princess), fingering, and cum eating.

A/n; I don’t think I like this 🥹 I might end up deleting it and redoing it I think but nevertheless I spent 3 hours working on this.

I paced around the living room, my mind filled with eagerness and excitement all for my husband to come home with the big meal waiting for him that I prepared for this special holiday. Thanksgiving as it was the holiday and the holidays meant spending time with the ones you love the most.

All I knew was that I couldn’t wait for him to come home to be surprised by a big dinner made only for me and him.

I then hear a noise and turn around to look at the door when it opens up. Yunho walks in but before you could say anything he begins to explain why he’s running 10 minutes late. “I’m sorry baby the traffic was a bitch and-“ before he could say anything else you cut him off.

“It’s okay baby I’m just glad you're home” you say “You’re not super late you're only running 10 minutes behind.” He looks at you, his expression turning into one of lustfulness . “Baby, Can I make it up to you?” You can’t help but smile slightly confused on how he plans on doing that.

Before you could even respond he lifts you up, feeling his strength it gets your heart racing. As he carries you towards the table full of thanksgiving food. You are caught off guard as he suddenly places you on a table full of food. Before you can even react, he knocks the turkey and stuffing to the ground making it more room for you to sit.

You look up at him noticing that he has a devilish grin on his face. You know exactly where this is going now your heart starts to pound and your body fills with eagerness for him to do whatever he wants to you.

“I’ll make it up to you…” He says moving towards your neck nibbling and kissing it as he goes, your body tingles and slivers in response and you can’t help but want more from him.

He then brought his lips close to mine, breathing in my sweet scent. As passion grew, our kiss turned from a tender embrace into a sloppy, eager makeout session. Our tongues intertwined with each other, and our hands caressed each other's bodies.

As you kiss Yunho more you are completely overtaken and distracted by the feelings of passion and desire. You didn’t notice anything going on around you including the fact that Yunho has dug his two fingers in the mashed potatoes. “Open wide for me, pretty girl.”

He gently guides his fingers to my mouth, and I open my mouth as commanded. I feel the warm, mushy sensation of the mashed potatoes entering my mouth and I am surprised by the strange yet enjoyable sensation. I begin to suck on his fingers while keeping eye contact.

His eyes shining with delight as he watches me suck on his fingers. “My princess looks so pretty sucking on my fingers like this.”

I could feel my wetness growing in between my legs, a constant ache that demanded to be sated. I could feel myself craving more of him every minute was delicious torment, leaving me achingly horny.

Yunho lifts up your dress and is surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Was my baby already ready for me?”

“Please Yuyu just do something.” I whined begging him to fuck me. “As you wish.” He smirks.

His fingers danced across my thighs, teasing me as they brush against my swollen clit. I gasp as he finally slips his fingers under the edge of her underwear, teasing the sensitive flesh before sliding them inside. His rhythm is perfect, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel herself growing wetter, her need for him becoming almost unbearable.

He thrusts his fingers in and out my hole hitting my G-spot with each stroke, the feeling of being filled and touched is driving me insane. I can feel my orgasm ripping through me and becoming more intense with each passing moment.

My body starts to shake as I get closer to the edge “Yunho!” I gasp as his fingers continue to work magic inside of me drawing out the moans from my lips.

My moans became louder and louder signaling that I was approaching my climax. I tensed up as I let a high pitched scream mixed with pleasure and relief. My inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers.

Hot, sticky liquid gushed out my pussy coating his fingers. “Good girl” Yunho then licks the cum off of his fingers.

☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

Warnings: (smut w a little plot, dabble, cheating)

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/jonghoslvt/735821651294519296/our-little-secret-son-hyun-woo

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☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

⭐️ Our little secret ; part 2 ⭐️ Warnings; smut, cheating, vouyerism, double penetration Shout out to @lunaclipse for letting me write a p

Tell me if y’all want a full smut and I will deliver for my pookies !! I don’t condone any acts in this fic it’s only for entertainment purposes only! 😚

“Jooheon isn’t fucking you like this at home hm?” Hyunwoo’s thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming into you with brutal intensity, but all you could respond with was a cry of pleasure, arching my back and pushing my ass up to meet his rough intrusion.

His harsh treatment only made me want more of him, as he pulled my hair and held my head in place for the sloppy wet, but also rushed kisses I was receiving priory Shownus warm breath brushed against my ear “What if Jooheon walks in and sees me fucking his slutty girlfriends cunt.” He says as his voice was thick, rich and deep.

Every syllable was heavy with lust and passion that drew you in closer to your climax, his thrusts became more powerful as he would hit my g spot again and again non stop until he could be sure that I knew I was his.

The sensation was overwhelming and my body trembled. You didn’t know how long you could last when he’s fucking you this good. “Come on baby I know you can be louder than this for me.” You could hear him groaning your name like a prayer.

The pleasure becomes more intense that it’s almost unbearable, but you don’t want him to stop, moaning louder and louder “Please don’t stop Hyunwoo please!” you say in between sobs.

The sudden knock on the door echoes through the room. Shownu turns his attention towards the door and quickly puts his hand over my mouth, still rolling his hips into me deeply. I let out a few muffled moans, lost in the thrill of the moment.

“Hyunwoo have you seen Y/n?” Jooheon said, speaking through the locked door to Hyunwoo on the other side.

We are for sure fucked this time.

Needing you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: Your subby boyfriend tries out the new toy you got him.

Warnings: Smut, male masturbation, sex toys, and mommy kink.

A/n: Had to come back with a banger for y’all. I love the icons I made btw!! 🫶🏽 pretty proud with the way this came out.

His muscular body was covered in the fine sheen sweat, and breathing becoming ragged. He was lost in the sensation that his new cock ring you gifted him gave him. Buzzing against his cock just the way he liked it.

As the toy continued to vibrate against his cock he began to moan louder, “Yes baby just like that.” His hips thrusting forward in time with the rhythm sending more waves of pleasure through his body.

His fingers dug into the sheets, and he arched his back pushing his cock deeper into the toy. He picked up the pace, moving the toy harder and faster against his cock.

As Seonghwas orgasm builds up he increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring. The toy's thrusts match his rhythm, pushing him closer and over the edge. “Oh fuck yes,”

His body tenses, and his cock starts to throb, a thick stream of precum oozes out of the tip, and he moans loudly as he finally reaches his climax.

While his orgasm subsides, he decides to stimulate himself, wanting to see how far he can go. He increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring and the toys thrust, making them faster and harder.

“I need you so bad.” His moans grew louder, and his body starts to tremble. Sweat drips down from his forehead, and he grips the sheets tightly. his cock twitches in response to the intense stimulation leaking and more precum.

Reaching his climax, his body shakes violently as he shoots hot cum all over the cock ring and his stomach.

He comes down from his high and looks at the camera with a smile on his face. “Thank you mommy” he says before sending you the video and setting his phone beside him.

He takes a deep breath, feeling satisfied and accomplished with what he just did.

Now, he’s excited to see what his girlfriend will think of it.

— Sub!Hwa Christmas special

Happy holidays everyone, I am so excited to announce my mini series for kinkmas this year! Since this is my first time doing anything like this it’s going to be an interesting experience. The many kinks I have in mind for this year is going to have y’all shaking.

( Update every week or when I have an idea) 🤙🏽

1 — Needing you

2 — Anything you want

3 — I love you

4 — Eat it

5 — Christmas gift

Anything you want || Park Seonghwa

Summery: He will never notice how much you’re using him, that’s how in love he is with you.

Warnings: smut, face riding, and begging.

Pairing: Sub!Seonghwa x Dom!femreader

a little mini series for Christmas, I will start making the master-list (Seonghwa mini series).

Sickeningly you found yourself enjoying the power you had over him, with your pussy just above his face, teasing him with your wet folds, and his pleas growing more desperate. “Please mommy, I just want to taste you.” You just knew with those little words you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Please just sit on my face, anything you want I have.” His voice became hoarse, wild with desire and lust. You felt his hot breath near your sensitive folds, aching for just a little taste, but you weren’t going to give in so easily without getting what you wanted first.

“Seonghwa baby, do you know what I want from you?” Your fake sweet syrupy voice is laced with false promises, and manipulation made to control him.

With his mind being filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and love.You knew he couldn’t tell the difference between your fake love and genuine affection that he longed for from you.

“I want everything you have to offer me, money, cars, houses, and more.” You said before slowly lowering yourself onto his face, taking your time, savoring the feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive folds. Your hips began to move in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, he couldn’t help but moan as you started to ride his face that was now soaked with your sweet juices.

With a mix of his and your moans filling the room. Your teasing movements continued, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through his body.

As you felt the need growing in between your legs aching for more, you increased your pace, body weight pressing down on his face. His moans grew louder, muffled by your wetness as you continued to ride him.

You could feel the heat building up inside you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. With one last push, you threw your head back in ecstasy, your orgasm rushing over you like a wave.

Your body shook violently, and your juices dripped down onto his face as you rode out the intense pleasure.

As the orgasmic waves subsided, you slowly dismounted from his face, body still trembling from the intense pleasure. You looked down to see a large wet spot on his gray sweatpants, evidence of his release. His eyes were still rolled back in a trance, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. You smiled, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction.

You reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. You leaned in and brushed his wet nectar filled lips against yours, tongue darting out to tease his. He’s helpless under you, his body still reeling from the orgasm you had given him.

He mumbled "You can have anything,"

I love you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: You and your cute subby boyfriend tries pegging.

Paring: Sub!Hwa x Dom!reader

Warning: Smut, pegging, (that’s all tell me if I missed anything)

A/n: this was kinda rushed so I know it sucks a bit 😞

As you continued to thrust in and out of Seonghwas tight hole, the man’s cries of pleasure only grew louder. His mind was completely clouded by the sensation of being filled and the feeling of being loved. As his fully hard cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust he cried out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I know you do.” You said pounding into him harder. Seonghwa’s thoughts began to become incoherent, his words a jumble of moans and gasps.

You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he began arching his back with every powerful thrust. The muscles on his stomach flexed and rippled beneath his pale skin while his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

With a look of intense desire in his eyes, you grabbed his throbbing member and began stroking it in time with the powerful thrusts. The smooth skin of his cock slid against your palm, sending electric shock waves of pleasure through his entire body. The sensation was too much for him to bear; he let out a primal scream, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. Tears streaming down his face, he pleaded for you to continue. “Please don’t stop baby, please.”

Seonghwa’s breaths became increasingly labored his and eyes remained closed, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His soft moans filled the room, fueled by the primal desire that coursed through his veins. You watched as his shaft twitched in anticipation, the tip glistening with a generous amount of precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Seonghwa’s grip on your arms tightened, and he whimpered your name in a pleading tone. His moans turned to gasps for air as you took control of him and guided him towards the peak of ecstasy once again. With every thrust, you felt the velvety walls of his ass squeeze around the silicone, drawing out every last sensation.

Seonghwa’s body tensed and his eyes shot open, revealing a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His entire being was consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through him as he screamed your name and arched his back. The tightened muscles of his ass squeezed around the toy as he was overtaken by the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. His seed erupted from his cock, painting his stomach in thick, white cream as he convulsed in an almost painful release.

The sounds of his moans and gasps echoed through the room slowly thrusting, giving him time to ride out the intense wave of pleasure that overtook him. When it was finally over you pulled out of him and he collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, his body shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Eat it || Park Seonghwa

Sub!hwa series — Sub!hwa series!

Summery: You get what you want, and he just agrees.

Pairing: Mean Dom!Reader x SubHwa

Warnings: pussy eating, the use of the nicknames (my bitch, the word bitch in general)!!

A/n: Be prepared for this one.

Seonghwa's tongue dances across my folds, his whines muffled against my wetness. He asks with a pleading tone, "Am I doing it right, Mommy?" His actions speak louder than words as he devours me with unbridled passion.

I moan loudly, pushing his head deeper into my depths. "My bitch is doing so good," I pant in ecstasy. His skilled touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me as he obediently follows my lead.

His whine against my cunt is a mix of desire and hunger. "Taste so good," he murmurs, his words filled with longing and satisfaction.

His head emerges briefly for air, but I push it back down with a demanding tone. "Keep going, bitch," I pant breathlessly, craving his unrelenting devotion.

Seonghwa's long tongue fucks in and out of me, a rhythmic dance of pleasure that drives us both to the brink. Moans escape our lips as we surrender to the sensations.

My juices flow freely, painting his face with a sheen of pleasure.

“Get towel and wipe your face.” Your voice was laced with a chilling detachment, devoid of any warmth or affection. It sent shivers down his spine, making him feel like he had disappointed you in some way.

He quickly nods and hurries off to find a towel, Seonghwa comes back with the towel and carefully wipes his face with it, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes dart nervously between me and the task at hand, trying to avoid any further displeasure from my cold gaze.

"I've got what I needed. Now leave," I command, my voice cold and dismissive. Seonghwa quickly gathers his things and exits the room, leaving me alone with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Christmas gift || Park Seonghwa

Sub!hwa series

Summery: Seonghwa gives you a little surprise when you come home from work.

A/n: This concludes the mini series!!

As you enter the house, you can't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight before you. Seonghwa bound to a chair, his cock already hard and ready for action. A red bow is wrapped around the base of his shaft, with a tiny vibrator attached to it, causing it to buzz and vibrate against his sensitive flesh. Seonghwa's voice trembles with a mix of need and longing as he whines,

"Merry Christmas, Mommy."

You approach him slowly, taking in the sight of his exposed cock and the way it jerks and twitches

Seonghwa bucks his hips up, shaking and trembling as he moans loudly. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

My hand wraps around his shaft, my touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. The sensation intensifies as I stroke him with precision and skill, bringing him closer to the edge.

The vibrating toy sending waves of ecstasy through his body. "That's my good boy," I whisper, relishing in his submission.

Seonghwa's body trembles uncontrollably as the overstimulation becomes too much. His breathing grows ragged, and he whimpers in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

I have something else I’d love to request, I think you might love it 🫶🏼

I was thinking maybe a Drabble where you suck off yunho before he gets up on stage to perform, because who likes performing with an uncomfortable boner yeah?

Can be short doesn’t have to be a full fic!

OF COURSEEEEE!!

Dick sucking (that’s all fr) and Dominate Yunho 🤭

10 minutes || Jeong Yunho

Hey, could you come here for a moment?” You hear the sound of Yunho calling out from his dressing room.

“Sure, I'll be right there in a minute.” You respond, as you take a final look at the clothing layout you set out for Seonghwa for the upcoming concert happening in 10 minutes.

You walk into the dressing room and your eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of Yunho. He's standing there in front of you, looking a bit flushed and agitated.

At first sight you don’t even notice the clear sign of his arousal happening in front of your eyes.

After standing there for a bit longer, he breaks the silence telling you clearly what he wants. “Come on princess, look down you know what you gotta do for me.”

The slight demand and conviction comes out in a soft but firm tone, leaving you feeling like you can’t say no to him.

“Knees.” His tone becomes more demanding and forceful as before watching you get on your knees for him without hesitation.

Him being pleased by your submission, his face can't hide the smile he has on it. He enjoys the control he has over you, and loves the fact that you're submitting to him completely.

As he starts unbuckling his pants, your gaze is locked onto his crotch. You can feel your breathing becoming shallow and mouth watering.

As he pulls down his pants, his thick, hard cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face. You can feel the warmth of his shaft as it brushes against your cheek, and the smell of his arousal fills her nostrils.

The precum dripping from the tip of his cock catches your eye. It's a clear sign that he's ready for you.

“Come on princess we don’t have all day.” As he speaks in a rushing tone, you feel a tingle of excitement running through your body.

Without further prompting, you take his cock into your mouth.

Your lips wrap tightly around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, creating a wet, slurping sound. You take more of him into your mouth with each downward stroke, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Your cheeks hollow, taking him deeper, and your throat working to accommodate his girth. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, pulling gently as he loses control. “Just like that princess, just like that.” His hips begin to buck, meeting her rhythm as he pushes further into your mouth.

His cock fills your senses, and you can feel him getting closer to his climax just from the sound of his high pitched whines filled with desperation and neediness.

“I'm so close princess, don’t stop.” His moans grow louder, more urgent, as you continue to pleasure him. His body tenses, and you know he’s about to cum. You take him deeper.

His hips buck wildly against your face as he loses control, with his seed spurting into your mouth.

He lets out a long, down out moan of pleasure, “Fuck-”

As he regains his senses, you slowly release his cock from your mouth, making a soft popping sound as you pull off.

You look up at him, lips glistening with his cum, and smiles "All done." You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his still-hard cock,

a member of the staff is calling from the other side of the door, and you can tell by their tone that it's something urgent.

“YUNHO IT'S TIME FOR THE SHOW.”

Since when? || Jeong Yunho

Summery: Maybe listening to Yunho will be beneficial.

Jealous / controlling boyfriend Yunho, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!!),

A/n: Thank you for requesting! And I’m sorry this is the worst work that I’ve posted and it’s short as hell but something better is coming I promise✨ @jonghoslvt

“Since when did I tell you that you could hang out with Wooyoung?”

Without waiting for my response he suddenly pushed his thick cock into me, the feeling of him sliding into me was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but groan.

“You know how much I don’t like wooyoung around you.”

He began to thrust, his movements slow and debilitating at first but gradually picking up speed.

As he fucked me, I couldn’t help but beg for his forgiveness. “Please, Yuyu I’m sorry,” I moaned, feeling the guilt of me betraying his words weighing heavily on my heart. “I won’t do it again.” I pleaded, my voice breaking as I felt him hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

Despite my words, he continued to fuck me, his grip on my hips tightening as he took me harder and faster.

Do it for me || Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Bigdick!Yunho x small fem!reader

Warnings: Big dick Yunho, the nicknames (pretty girl, Tiny), dirty talk, Dacryphilia, praise.

@wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yourfatherlucifer

At first it hurt your pride when Yunho told his friends that you couldn't take him. You had to admit that he was right, although he never made you feel bad about it. He understood that you were pretty small and couldn't handle his size. He even took your feelings into consideration when he told his friends, being respectful of your boundaries and desires.

However, after the conversation you decided to challenge him needlessly, just to prove that you could take him. You were aware that you lacked experience but were determined to push yourself to the maximum and surprise him.

He was quite impressed with your boldness and determination in challenging him, in which he ended up accepting your proposal.

Yet when the day came, you were quite nervous. The anticipation was growing higher and higher and you felt like this was either the best or worst idea you've ever had. You tried your best to block out your worry and fear and focus on the present moment.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asks with a sly smile on his face. You can only nod in response.

He positioned himself at your entrance, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of impatience and fear. His cock, already hard and thick, pressed against your opening, teasing you with its size.

You bit your lip nervously as he began to push slowly inside you. The feeling of his cockhead pushing against your tight hole was both painful and exhilarating. You let out a loud moan as he breached your barrier, feeling him stretching out your tiny hole. continuing to push slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling you up with his thick length.

The pain of your hole stretching out still trying to accommodate him is already enough to make you want to tap out.

“Fuck- Tiny feel so good.” Yunho throws his head back with a deep moan, his mouth slightly open as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Soon enough with the initial discomfort gradually fading you squeeze his arm to signal him that can begin moving.

As he begins his slow thrusts inside of you, the pain is intense. You feel your insides being stretched and torn by his enormous cock. You grit your teeth, determined to endure this just for the sake of the challenge.

“Doing so well for me, pretty girl.”

you grip the sheets tightly. trying your best to desperately hold back the cries that want to escape only for it to miserably fail in the end.

You gasp for air as the intensity of his movements increases. Your body feels like it’s on the verge of shattering.

“Yuyu I can’t handle it.” The tears are now flowing freely down your cheeks, and you’re sobbing uncontrollably at the pain and the slight pleasure.

“I know Tiny, I know, but take it for me I thought you said you could show me you can.”

The bed creaked under the force of your bodies clashing and the air was thick with desire. Your screams of pain slowly turned into screams pleasure as you couldn't help but feel every inch of him filling you up. The sensation was overwhelming and mind-numbing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You wrapped your legs around him urging him to go harder, faster.

Your nails dug into his back leaving tiny red marks as a testament to the intensity of your desire. He growled low in his throat matching your rhythm as he took you with a force that left no doubt about his possession of you.

“M’feel so good.” Your screams echoed through the room as you cried out in pure bliss from the pleasure. Yunho quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds. His face buried deep in your neck as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing heavy and labored. The feeling of being silenced only seemed to heighten the intensity of the experience for you.

Your body was completely surrendered to his every movement, every thrust. It felt like an unending wave of ecstasy washing over you. Your eyes were rolled back in your head, and your lips were parted as you let out a series of high-pitched moans and cries that filled the his hand.

“So fucking pretty when you cry like this Tiny.” You felt his warm breath against your skin as he whispered.

feeling the intense pleasure building up inside you, you gasped and warned him, "Yuyu... I'm going to cum!.”

“Come on Tiny, cum for me.”

Pushing yourself to the limit, feeling Yunho's cock pulsing inside you, you knew you were both getting close to your climax. Your body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt your insides clenching around him, signalling your impending orgasm.

Yunho's thrusts grew harder and faster, his voice deep and guttural as he too neared his release. With one final thrust, Yunho's hips jerked forward, his seed filling you up as he cried out his release.

You like that, huh? || Kang Yeosang

Warnings: Toxic!Yeosang x Fem!reader, protected sex, fingering, nipple pinching, (baby trapping), and impreg kink

Y’all I know, I know imma write something better soon trust!!

It's true. I hated how much I loved Yeosang. Every time we got back together, I told myself that this time would be different, but I still fell into the same old toxic patterns. I knew he was bad for me, but I couldn't stay away from him. I always found myself running back to him, no matter how many times he hurt me or let me down. It was like some kind of addiction.

I promised myself that no matter how much he called, texted, and showed up at my door, I would never give in again. I knew he was obsessive and controlling, and I couldn't keep allowing him to drag me into that toxic cycle.

It's now 3 AM, and I'm still awake. My mind is racing, thinking about everything that's happened. I can't sleep, and I'm feeling frustrated and anxious. Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door. Who could be knocking at this hour? I try to ignore it, but the knocking gets louder and more frantic, as if someone is desperate to get inside. I get up and open the door, only to find my ex-boyfriend Yeosang standing there.

His eyes are filled with desperation and pleading, and his body language screams of need. I try to keep my distance, but I can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. He's always been good at manipulating my emotions, and it looks like he's not going to stop now. I know I should send him away, but something inside me wants to give in to his pleas.

"Yeosang, I told you to leave me alone," I say, trying to sound stern. But my voice comes out shaky and uncertain.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Can I just come in please?" His words are like a drug, clouding my mind and making it hard to think straight.

You hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks and rewards of letting him in. On one hand, you were drawn to him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch and taste his kiss.

On the other hand, you knew that once he was inside, there would be no going back. You bit your lip, torn between your desires and your fears. But as he took another look, his eyes filled with the promises he made you, and you found yourself giving in to temptation.

“Okay.. come in”

You opened the door wider, inviting him in, your heart raced with eagerness. You couldn't help but wonder what he would do next, how far he would take things. But you didn't have long to wait. He closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.

As the door clicks shut, the room falls silent. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly approaches me, his steps deliberate and purposeful. My heart skips a beat as he reaches out to touch my cheek, tracing the outline of my jawline with his fingers. I lean into his touch, unable to resist the pull. His hands move down my neck, tracing the line of my collarbone before moving lower, over my chest.

I gasp softly as his hands brush against my sensitive skin, my nipples hardening under his touch. He smiles, knowing the effect he has on me. His hands move lower tracing the curve of my hips moving higher up my thigh. I can't help but arch into his touch. He pulls me closer.

As he leans in to kiss my neck, his lips brush against the sensitive skin there, His hands continue to explore my body, tracing patterns on my skin that ignite a fire within me. His kisses become more insistent, his breath hot against my neck.

His lips move up to my ear, and he whispers, "Do you like that, baby?" His voice is husky, filled with desire. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my ear, I nod, unable to speak, lost in the moment. He chuckles softly and continues to kiss and nibble on my neck.

His lips move down my neck, trailing soft kisses and gentle bites. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts through my shirt. I gasp as he lightly pinches my nipples, causing them to harden. He moans into my skin, and I can feel the vibration against my flesh.

I tug at his hair, urging him to look at me. Our eyes lock, and I see the desire burning in them. He pulls back slightly, his hands still on my breasts. He smirks before crashing his lips back onto mine, his tongue dancing with mine hungrily. His hands slide down my stomach, pushing my shirt up and exposing my bra-clad breasts to his touch. I gasp as he lightly pinches my nipples again, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me.

His hands move lower, slipping under my shorts and onto my bare thighs. He groans against my skin, and I feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I arch my back, inviting him closer. He pulls away slightly, his eyes searching mine for permission.

I nod eagerly, and he slides his hands up my thighs, stopping just short of my panties. He looks at me again, his eyes full of lust and desire. I nodded once more, and he slowly pushed his fingers over the fabric, tracing the outline of my wet pussy lips.

He pushes my panties to the side and plunges two fingers deep inside me. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to thrust in and out, hitting my G-spot with each stroke. His other hand finds its way back to my breast, squeezing and massaging it roughly.

I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I lose myself in the sensation. My hips buck against his hand, meeting his thrusts with equal force.

“Fuck Yeo-“

Unable to resist any longer, he pulls his fingers out of me and he reaches down and tugs at his belt, unfastening it before pulling it off. His movements are rough and urgent, mirroring the desire that burns between us. He yanks his pants down to his ankles, freeing his erect cock from its confines. The sight of him, naked and powerful, only serves to fuel my high .

Despite your impatience , you watched as Yeosang finally put the condom on, he took a moment to ensure it was secure and no air bubbles were trapped inside.

I feel the head of his cock pressing against my wetness, and then he pushes inside. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he fills me up. He starts to move slowly, his hips grinding against mine in a rhythm that sends shivers down my spine. His hands grip my waist tightly, pulling me closer to him. I moan loudly, meeting his thrusts with my own. The sensation of being filled and claimed is overwhelming.

“Fuck- m’gonna put a baby inside of you, make you all mine forever.”

“P-please Yeo, I need you~”

He picks up the pace even more, slamming into me with a force that takes my breath away. His hips slap against my ass, leaving marks on my ass . I cry out in pleasure as he hits my sweet spot over and over again. The sensation is too much, and I start to shake uncontrollably. My walls begin to tighten around him, signaling my impending orgasm. With a final thrust, he releases himself inside me, filling me with his warmth and seed.

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—— Time skip: A few weeks later

A few weeks after your encounter with Yeosang, you started to notice some changes in your body. Your period was late, and you were experiencing morning sickness. These symptoms led you to believe that you might be pregnant.

Despite feeling both anxious about the possibility you couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious of Yeosang's absence. He hadn't contacted you or made any attempt to contact you since the intimate encounter. As the days went by, your suspicions grew stronger, but you couldn't shake the hope that maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding.

Determined to get some answers, you decided to take a pregnancy test. The results confirmed your worst fears - you were indeed pregnant. Overwhelmed with emotions, you tried to reach out to Yeosang but his number was no longer in your phone.

You felt alone, scared, and unsure of what to do next. With tears streaming down your face, you made an appointment with a doctor to discuss your options.

“This motherfucker..”

and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

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𝟿𝟽𝟼-𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮🌙 | 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 : 𝓓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𔘓

‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt — nishimura riki ‧ ˚₊‧

synopsis you hated niki. he hated you. despite your ongoing rivalry, your recent arm injury seems to have had an unexpected effect on your so-called enemy. rather than making fun of your injury, he's shown a surprising twist of kindness by wanting to draw on your cast instead.

pairing rival!niki x fem!reader genre fluff, e2ls, hs au !

warnings profanity, injury, just niki and reader being a bickering mess !! typical rival things

featuring danielle newjeans jungwon enhypen wc 2303 !

note first enha work !! first time on blr and i think i’m getting a hang of it.. took too much time figuring out everything though 😵‍💫. i guess this happens when you’re bored (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) anyhow, i just think niki fits e2ls !! also i think he fits this cute idea i was thinking about so why not combine the two ?? might also create a part 2 to this !!

— read part 2 here !

"Wow, two whole months for it to heal? I’m sure it hurt, didn’t it?" Danielle exclaimed, her expression filled with shock as she glanced from your cast to your face. The two of you were seated next to each other during your first period, giving her a chance to closely examine your injury.

"Yeah," you replied with a touch of sarcasm, a sigh escaping your lips as you gazed at the plain, white cast encasing your arm. "Just the sort of thing that can happen when you take up a part-time job at a convenience store. But, my doctor assured me it's not too serious, so this arm should be back to its usual self soon!" You lightly tapped your arm with your free hand, showing her that you’re completely fine.

"Well, it's still frustrating to have to let it heal for that long," she pouted, receiving a light chuckle from you. Extending your uninjured arm, you gently held her hand, offering her a soft smile. "Don't worry, Danielle. Two months will fly by."

You were truly grateful for a friend like Danielle, who consistently showed concern for your well-being. It made you wonder why your life couldn't be filled with people like her instead of people like him. But no, the universe had different plans and had given you Niki, your classmate, or rather your enemy.

This rivalry with Niki had its roots all the way back to elementary school, and due to both of your stubbornness, it had been brought into your high school years. Poor Danielle found herself caught in this mess, being friends with both of you. You did feel bad for involving her, but the blame fell largely on Niki, who seemed to exist solely to get under your skin.

"Does... you-know-who... know about your injury? You guys walk to and from here together," Danielle hesitated, bringing up him in the conversation cautiously. You shook your head and replied, "No, not as far as I know. I actually left a bit early today—oh no."

Your hand instinctively moved to your forehead, the beginnings of a headache forming from the thought. Danielle let out a small gasp, concern evident in her expression. "What's wrong, YN? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine—wait, no, I'm not!"

"Why? What's the matter?"

"It's Niki! I just remembered that he's probably going to make fun of my injury for the entire two months." You slumped in your chair, already envisioning the scenarios in your mind. "That asshole."

“You actually got me worried!”

"Sorry, but this is something you should be worried about! Niki's constant teasing might be the end of me!"

"YN, you'll handle it. You both argue every day, anyway," Danielle said with a dismissive tone, not fully grasping how serious the issue felt to you. After all, Niki having another reason to mock you during class was far from trivial.

You sighed, realizing that you really wished for your arm to heal as quickly as possible.

In what seemed like no time at all, the second period arrived—a bit faster than usual. You hurried into the classroom, aiming to get into your seat promptly. But there was no use of that if he’s your seatmate! Just why couldn’t it be Danielle? You silently cursed your teacher for arranging the seating this way. More people started filling the classroom, and Niki’s unmistakable blonde hair caught your attention — he was walking your way.

His gaze fixed strangely on your arm as you withdrew it from the desk, letting it hang at your side. You deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, unwilling to deal with his presence at the moment. The scrape of his chair against the floor caught your ear, prompting you to take a deep breath. "Already pissed?" His voice carried a teasing tone, and you could practically feel the smirk in his words, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Aw, you got my routine down already?” You scoffed, placing your notebook on your desk. You were determined to shut out his annoying voice, but of course, life had other plans. "Seems like it. Just call it the Niki effect, I guess."

"Yeah, a real heartwarming effect," you replied monotonously, your attention shifting to the front of the classroom. In the corner of your eye, you could see him take out a notebook as well. You silently hoped he'd simply focus on his work and not pay attention to you, though it seemed he had different intentions.

“What’s up with your arm?” he points at your injured arm with his pencil. Now that made you wish you could snap that pencil in half. Nonetheless, you managed to maintain your composure, or at least tried to, as you responded calmly. "Oh, you know, just your typical arm-breaking experience. Nothing major—just a cozy two-month wait for it to return to normal."

"I didn't need a breakdown of your recovery process, but I suppose thank you for letting me know,” Niki remarked, adjusting his seat position. "Wouldn't expect any less from someone like you."

Holding onto your pencil, the pressure of it snapped its lead, and you clenched your teeth in frustration. "Do you ever know when to just keep your mouth shut?" you retorted, your tone edged with irritation.

"It's one of my finer qualities—maybe you should catch up," he shot back, a hint of amusement evident in his voice.

"Sure thing. Just do me a favor and stay quiet for two months, will you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "And what's in it for me?"

"Me sparing you from my rude remarks—just not like what you're doing right now."

“Can’t make any promises,” He dragged the last word, making you sigh. He smiled slightly, knowing he knew exactly how to piss you off.

The bell rang, and relief washed over you like a wave. Hastily gathering your belongings, you were so focused on getting out of the classroom that you failed to notice Niki's gaze on you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you headed toward Danielle. Unknown to you, Niki's attention lingered, a subconscious concern for your well-being flickering in his mind.

"Niki? Niki!" Jungwon tapped him on the shoulder, causing Niki to start slightly. Wait, what was he doing just now? Before he could analyze his actions, Jungwon pulled him from his thoughts. "You seemed out of it for a bit. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I spaced out for a second. Let's not miss our third period, alright?" Niki hurriedly packed his things, walking alongside Jungwon, his earlier behavior still puzzling him.

Niki's earlier slip-up had him lost in thought, and it continued especially during P.E. class. His eyes were drawn to you, sitting on the bleachers with a bored expression, casually observing the movement of the others. Then, unexpectedly, you excused yourself and headed toward the nurse's office. Niki found himself continuing to watch you, his focus on you more than anything else around.

"Hey, Niki!" A familiar voice brought his attention away from you, just in time to see a ball hurtling his way. He attempted to react, but the ball had already hit his arm. Wincing, he gripped his arm, a small crowd forming around him. Mr. Kim scolded him, and Niki nodded in acknowledgment—it was his fault for not paying attention.

“Take this pass and go get an ice pack,” Mr. Kim said, already finishing up the pass for him. At first, he contemplated declining, but then he remembered that you were in the nurse's office.

This was the fastest he ever grabbed a pass. His movements were swift as he exited the gym and quickly navigated the route to the nurse's office, hoping he could arrive before you left.

He knocked on the door, and a soft voice invited him in. Stepping inside, he found you seated in one of the chairs. Your surprise was evident as you looked at him, his hand resting on his left arm—the same one you had injured. He observed as he grabbed an ice pack before making his way over to where you were sitting.

In the row of chairs, he left a space between you, taking a seat. Your voice broke the silence, teasingly suggesting, "Starting to think you're obsessed with me." Niki couldn't help but scoff lightly as he settled in.

While you weren't exactly off the mark with your comment, admitting such a thing to you was out of the question. He waved off your words with a dismissive tone, "Me? Obsessed with you? Sure, as if."

A quiet pause settled between you both, and subtle glances were exchanged. Breaking the silence, you remarked, "Seems like you're about to join me, huh?"

He looked at you with confusion etched on his face, only to glance down at his arm and yours—both injured in the same spot. Niki couldn't help but chuckle softly, acknowledging that you were right. "Well, not quite as bad as your situation."

"Shut up." Niki's laughter filled the air, and for the first time, you found his laugh endearing—a thought you quickly brushed off. You simply smiled at his boxy grin. Has his smile always been this charming?

Niki realized he had let his guard down, his throat clearing as he subtly corrected himself. He needed to maintain the distance he had always kept between you two—at least for now.

"What are you doing here?" you started to answer, but he interrupted himself, realizing his mistake. "I shouldn't have asked, I mean, look at your arm."

There was the Niki you still had so much hate for. "If I had both arms, I'd strangle you right here."

"But you can't."

"Yeah, thanks for the reminder, idiot—as if I wasn't already aware," you retorted, rising from your seat. He wouldn't be entirely honest if he didn't admit part of him wanted you to leave. It was strange, but he always felt a certain oddness when you weren't nearby. "Can't wait for you to make jokes about my injured arm at every given opportunity."

Your words sparked an idea in him, and as you turned to leave, he was already formulating a plan — his way of getting closer to you than before.

That's exactly what he did. Every chance he got to be near you, he seized it. His motives remained a mystery – was his plan to push you further away? If so, it was definitely working, as he managed to piss you off with every passing moment. Niki couldn't forget the way you clenched your teeth and let out exasperated sighs whenever he was around. He acknowledged he was being a nuisance, but was there really any other choice?

Could he just flip a switch and suddenly be friendly? That would be too suspicious, wouldn't it? Still, there was an inner push for him to say something decent for once.

And now, here he was, sitting beside you, gazing at your plain cast. Two weeks had already gone by – why hadn't anyone doodled on it yet? He hesitated before gently tapping your arm, causing you to look at him, your expression vacant. You were ready for him to bring up your arm again, almost as if you expected him to repeat his hurtful comments again.

“What? I swear if you make fun of my arm–”

"Can I draw on your cast?" He uttered the words, seemingly without a second thought, catching you completely off guard. Why this sudden change? Could he possibly be planning to write something embarrassing? Then again, your cast did look rather dull, almost too depressing to glance at. But, you still had your doubts.

“What? What if you draw something weird–”

“Come on, I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Literally who do you think you are–”

“I’m your classmate, loser. Think I can’t be nice for once?” His words left you stunned, and you watched him retrieve a sharpie from his bag. He uncapped it, motioning for your arm to move closer to him. However, you found yourself hesitating, which prompted him to raise an eyebrow ever so slightly. "May I?" he asked.

You didn’t know what went through his head, and yours too! Before you knew it, you were extending your arm to him, watching as he concentrated on writing and drawing on your cast. He held it gently, clearly being cautious not to cause you any discomfort. You were undeniably intrigued by his actions, even though his presence was obstructing your view – not that you cared anyways.

Soon, he finished, closing the lid to his marker. The bell rang, almost as if on cue, causing him to hurry out of the classroom. It was as if the roles swapped, he was now the one rushing out quickly. His abrupt exit left you wondering – why was he so nervous? He didn’t know either, maybe he was suddenly being nice with his rival.

As you finally glanced at your cast, your eyes fell on the words he had written: "Hope you heal quickly, loser." Right beside the message was a small drawing of Shin-chan sticking his tongue out. This time you found yourself breaking into a smile, rather than being irritated.

"So you're telling me I could have been writing about your cast this whole time?" Danielle exclaims, her eyes fixed on the doodles now on your cast. She stops, examining the drawings more closely. "Hold on, isn't that Niki's handwriting?" Without giving you a chance to explain, Danielle is already teasing you mercilessly.

You knew you couldn’t argue back with her. After all, how could you explain the decision to let your rival draw on your cast? You gazed at the doodles once more, finding yourself involuntarily breaking into a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, you'd allow him to draw on your cast again.

Yeah, you were totally out of it.

(not so) successful break in — lee heeseung fanfic ☆⋆｡𖦹

synopsis trying to sneak into your best friend's room seemed like a terrible idea from the start. little did you know that instead of being in her room, you would find yourself face to face with her actual brother in his own room.

pairing bsf-brother!heeseung x fem!reader

genre technically strangers 2 lovers 🧐?, crack, fluff

warnings profanity, a break in, petname (pretty) wc 1K+ (1124)

note first heeseung fic yay !! took a break from hurt fic and this is what i ended up doing 😚 this is for my amazing friend who suggested for me to write heeseung as your bsfs brother 🥹 i really hope you like reading this (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

"I can't believe this – why can't I just use the front door?" you grumbled into your phone while adjusting the ladder against what you believed to be your best friend's bedroom window. After inserting your earbuds, you stashed your phone in your bag, ensuring it was secure on your shoulder.

Jieun's voice came through the earbuds, filled with exasperation. "I'm telling you, my brother is one nosy little fucker! He'd interrogate you like there's no tomorrow, especially about all those snacks you brought for me!" You winced at the sudden increase in volume. "I think you’d understand if you ever met him."

"How come I've never seen him?" you asked as you climbed the ladder, inching closer to the window.

Jieun's voice responded, growing fainter as she moved away from her phone. "He's usually not home whenever you decide to visit. But today, he's here because our parents are away, so this is the only option."

You paused your ascent. "What are you doing?"

"Just downstairs, cleaning out some stuff," she replied.

You sighed, realizing the dilemma. "Hey, how am I supposed to enter your room if you're not looking out your window?"

Jieun's reassurance came through, "My windows unlocked; you'll be fine."

Reaching the window, you attempted to lift it, and to your surprise, it swung open easily as Jieun had said. You climbed through and found yourself in her room, snacks in hand. Glancing around, you noticed some significant changes, the most noticeable being the rearranged furniture. Her drawers were now on the left side, not the right, and the bed was closer to the wall.

"Hey, you've really changed your room a lot!" You wandered around, taking in the alterations. Your eyes landed on a cologne bottle on one of the nightstands, and you examined it closely. "Jieun, have you had some mystery guy over in your room?"

Jieun's voice came through the earbuds, alarmed. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Then what's this cologne doing in your room?"

"What cologne? I don't have—oh my fucking god. YN, did you break into my brother's room?!" Your heart sank as you began to realize the truth: you hadn't entered Jieun's room, but her brother's, someone you had yet to meet.

"Oh my god."

"Quick, YN, get out of there! He's probably not there right now, so you might as well make a run for it!" Jieun urged, but she seemed to remain where she was. You hurried to the door, but just as you reached for the doorknob, it turned, freezing you in place.

There, at the entrance, stood a tall guy with a white towel loosely on top of his head. You were staring right at Jieun's older brother. He was undeniably handsome, and your feet felt like they were glued to the floor as he reacted to the unexpected sight of you. Questions raced through his mind: Why was there a girl in his room? Who were you?

"Before I freak out, what are you doing in my room?" he asked calmly, though clearly bewildered.

"I'm just here for Jieun—I'm Jieun's best friend, in case that wasn't clear. I know you must be wondering how I got here, but I thought it was her room. When I realized it wasn't, I was about to leave. So, this is, um, our first encounter," you stammered, your eyes darting from his gaze to the floor. You couldn't help but feel like you were making a complete fool of yourself.

"Nobody was at the front door, though—oh. Did you happen to break in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What—no! What makes you think that—"

"My window is not closed all the way," you cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. "Ah, my sister must not have wanted me to see you come over, is it?"

You stammered, caught off guard. "I—Um, well, yeah. Basically that." You couldn't help but wonder where Jieun was and why she hadn't appeared to rescue you from this increasingly tense and awkward situation.

"You must have left the ladder outside the house then," Jieun's brother sighed, glancing towards the window while continuing to rub the towel through his wet hair. You couldn't help but steal occasional glances at him, quickly averting your eyes whenever you caught his gaze.

He let out a small chuckle, and you couldn't help but think it was a charming laugh. But no, you scolded yourself, this was supposed to be an embarrassing first meeting.

Interrupting your thoughts, he said, "I'll go get the ladder outside. Just... just use the front door instead, yeah?" Your face flushed as you nodded, your grip on the plastic bag of snacks tightening. It seemed like he was noticing every little thing you did.

"Oh, that's my favorite snack," he pointed at a snack peeking out of the bag. Reaching for it, he took it out, locking eyes with you once more. "I'll take this as my reward, how about that?"

With a flustered demeanor, you simply nodded in agreement, unable to find your voice. His soft smile only intensified your embarrassment. Your cheeks were undoubtedly a deep shade of red.

As he prepared to leave the room to retrieve the ladder, he introduced himself, "Lee Heeseung."

Your eyebrow raised slightly at the unexpected introduction.

"My name is Lee Heeseung. How about yours, pretty?" Your heart did a little somersault at that moment. Heeseung, you made a mental note to remember that name.

"LN YN..."

"Pretty name. Well, I'll leave now. Hope to see you around soon, pretty," he said with a smirk before exiting the room, leaving you utterly flabbergasted by the sudden nickname. Did your best friend's brother just call you pretty?

"Did my brother just flirt with you?" Jieun asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. As you exited the room, you finally spotted her, rushing up the stairs. She had hung up the phone now that she was face to face with you. You realized that you had forgotten to end the call.

"No... you must have misheard," you tried to lie, attempting to brush off the encounter.

"Hmm, I'm not that dumb. Oh my God, did he really take my favorite snack?" Jieun frowned as she peered into your bag, searching for the missing treat. "Why didn't you stop him?"

You shrugged, still slightly dazed by the recent interaction. "He was kind of, um, charming. It just happened, I guess."

"You think my brother's fine?" she said, which you realize you blurted that out. You quickly cover your mouth, shaking your head to convey that you hadn't meant to say it. Jieun chuckled, linking her arm with yours as the two of you walked towards her room.

"Hey, I don't mind. You guys don't have a huge age gap anyway, just a year," Jieun pointed out. It seemed like she had another fact about Heeseung to share. "And plus, he seems to take an interest in you, so I won't stop him or you. Just know I'm your number one."

You smiled at her and nodded, saying, "Always."

With Jieun's approval, maybe there was a chance for something between you and Heeseung. However, you couldn't help but wonder if it was too early to get your hopes up. Still, you decided to believe in your best friend's words and, perhaps, in Heeseung's intentions too.