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I'm thinking about adding a bunch of fics to my recs about an specific kpop boy group or anime, so

enemies to lovers, academy rivals and work rivals are ugly tropes idc

LIKE??? I need him to be obsessed with me from the gET GO, I don't want none of that "we hate each other" shitt

be honest, do y'all judge writings by the amount of attention it got?

Let's say you see someone posted a fic in your tl a few days ago but it has less than 50 notes

I love angsty fics, I really do.

But not "my dog died" or "I feel insecure" kinda angst. I'm talking about the cheating, the break up, the suffering, the tears, the begging, the pining, the stalking, the obsession UGHHHH, love me a fic where he fucked up and now has to do the most to get her back, it gives me a serotonin boost

this blog is 18+. minors do not interact.

nat ✿ . she/her. multi fandom. anime. kdramas. in my 20s.

hello!, this blog´s purpose is to list and organize my favorite kpop/anime fics of all times so I can re-read them any time I want. and, of course, share them in case you want to read them too.

disclaimer: kpop boy groups and anime male characters only

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masterlist | speak your mind | #fics-lovebot

Thinking about adding more fics to my masterlist about an specific group or anime, last time ateez and stray kids won and I delivered so

I´ve propably surfed every fic rec post out there (about my faves) before I decided to make my own blog and all i have to say is,,,

if you´re going to recommend a fic, PLEASE give me your opinion about it, tell me WHY is it that you like it so much so I know what to expect when I´m reading it

here´s my fic recs masterlist if you´re anything like me

I draw the line at eating ass,, I'm sorryy but I ain't reading anything about nOBODy eating ass

what are some hard nos to yall when it comes to fanfics?

mine are:

somnophilia, it just doesnt feel right to me, even if it´s con

sexual assault themes, idk, i can handle monster porn but not that

anal stuff, i aint reading anything about nobody eating ass

kinda ugly formats?? idk, i just stop reading

writing smut about minors, and i mean real ppl not anime characters, it´s a no for me as an adult (for example, niki from enhypen, he just turned 18 TODAY)

too crazy yandere themes, like let´s not get carried away pls

mommy kink, i wouldn´t say it´s a hard no but it´s not always my cup of tea sldfjslhf im soRRY i am highkey a fucking bottom

sssoooo, i´m going to be adding some more recs to my masterlist (currently working on nct and jjk recs) so which one is nextt?

check my masterlist in case you want to read some good stuff ;)

its time for me to add more recs to my masterlist soo

one thing you will NEVER catch me reading is stuff about “xyz finds out you read smut about him” or “xyz reads your smut” or anything of that nature bc I would D I E right there on the spot if it ever happened to me like,,,,,

not him finding out I read rev harem werewolf fantasy smut about him and his friends 💀💀💀

The secondhand embarrassment I feel when I even THINK about it is tew much

SOOO since I’m coming back from being god’s strongest soldier 🤡 I have like 2000+ fics I need to add to my fic recs masterlist andd Idk where to start

I’ll be adding them in order, depending on which one got the most votes

pls help

what would you do if you went to a kpop fansign and a member who is not your ult bias asks for your number/writes down his number on your album?

fully knowing that any remote delusional chance with your bias ceased to exist the moment his friend put his eyes on you

so

this past week (s) i´ve updated several of my fics m.lists (enhypen, jungkook, jujutsu kaisen, boynextdoor, txt), you can check them out here, so i´m debating on which one (s) should i update next

The Witching Hour: Fly with Me

Pairing: idol! I.M. x POC Female

Type:  One Shot

Genre: Smut, Idol au

Links: FAQ || MONSTA X Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

WC: 2.2k

Warning:  Switch!I.M, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cockwarming, multiple orgasms, back at it with the Amazon position shenanigans [classic and kneeling], messydreamy sex, pining?? [he makes me wanna write poems and i don’t understand it. ;.;]

A/N : poem /spoken bolded words are mine. Moodboard by me. Again this mofo makes me flowery and fucking poetic. I don’t know why, that’s the vibe. So here’s another longer installation into this...series of moments. Wanna make your friends feel better? Write something for them. 

The Witching Hour - pt 1

Songs: Horizon - I.M.,  시든 꽃(flower-ed) - I.M

© thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

A boy thinks about a girl that sets his soul ablaze. Thousands of miles separate them again, as they are want to do. The distance makes him frigid, unable to find warmth in the burn of the sun at high noon. He feels empty, void of even the most base emotions. He lives in a world of black, white, and brown alcohol with no ice. 

How do I see you?

Because the ice kills the burn, he wants the burn so that he can feel it. 

Strong. 

A boy thinks about a girl that sets his soul ablaze. The tapestry of the world passes him by as he travels to and fro. Faces are dark and bland, but he hears the sound of their jubilation. He hears the sounds of their admiration - for them. 

For him. 

Soft encased in steel.

His eyes are bright, nonetheless, as the flames of a performer burn within him. It races his blood, heats his skin, quenches a thirst now and again. But he misses her. He craves her. 

He wants her. 

Weary of the world.

A warm, sepia-toned vision fueled by heaven and hell. She gave him yin and yang. She gave him pleasure and pain. She offered, and he inhaled it as life itself. She gave him vibrancy, and he knelt at her feet. He prayed to her altar in the most earnest of ways. He prayed that she would continue to bless him. He prayed that she would continue to see that his world would be nothing without her inside of it. 

But yearning to find your place within it.

While inside of him - he longed to be inside of her. Complete and forgetful of the outside world, praying with her name falling from his lips. They sought enlightenment in the endorphin chase of their connected bodies. 

Beautiful to all but yourself

That was then - and now? Thousands of miles separate them, as they are want to do. 

Precious to me

--My Air--

Stop that. I can feel your mind wandering in my direction.

I see a goddess, regal. 

His phone vibrated on a desk in another hotel room. His eyes slid to the message that popped up across the screen. Lips lifted in the barest of smirks as his fingers swiped across the keyboard of his phone. He was writing sonnets, poems, and confessions. He erased them all, the overspill of his bleeding heart. 

And I am your throne.

--The Poet--

I miss you.

--My Air--

You always say that.

--The Poet--

I always mean it.

I am your gilded seat.

--My Air--

Kyun...

--The Poet--

Please. Come to me. 

“I’m so fucking selfish,” he muttered to himself with a bitter laugh. 

The phone was tossed to the side of the bed as he laid an arm across his forehead. The gentle patter of rain lulled him to sleep. He dreamed about random things, images of strange things twisted and warped inside of his subconscious. He finally zeroed in on the thing he wanted the most. Right before he could indulge in that wispy figure - his phone vibrated again. 

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes because he refused to believe the message - an address. He balked momentarily before grabbing a mask and his hat while shoving his wallet into his jeans. There’s apparent confusion on his face as he punched the button for an elevator. He was nervous and anxious by the time the Uber came around.

He bit into the tip of his fingernail as the ride crested into the thirty-minute mark. And then it was over. He was slightly outside the city. He paid the driver a hefty tip before stepping out into the rain. The modern cut of the two-story home seemed to loom ominously as he looked at his phone. He doesn’t care about the rain soaking him through as he texted her back. 

--The Poet--

I’m here.

Take your place upon me.

“So am I,” a familiar voice responds as the door opens. He’s at the top step, skin steaming as he reaches for her. He looks pitiful, letting the rain seep into his clothes. They stare at each other, erasing the world down to their existence. 

He claims her in a rush, breaking enough to lock the door. She pushes the jacket from his shoulders. He presses his wet body against hers, and he is whole. Their tongues tangle together as he dips enough to grab the back of her thighs. He maneuvers enough for the hat and shirt to be discarded. 

He was finally bare-chested, moist, and burning against the thin fabric of her t-shirt and flimsy pajama shorts. He could feel the heat of her against his abdomen. His fingers grazed through the soft coils of her hair. “How?” He ate at her mouth, teeth tugging at the sweet gloss of her bottom lip. “How are you here?” 

Her legs were locked with a vice grip at his sides. She shook her head, a finger placed to his lips. “Let me ease your burden,” she offered a dulcet purr of sound as he stepped back until his legs hit the edge of a bed. There was the scent of sandalwood and dragon’s blood in the air. A scattering of candles bathed them in soft light. All the things that called to his dark poetic heart. 

And face the world... 

He released her, letting her slide down the hard rippled planes of his body. He dropped to his knees, burying his face in the soft flesh of her stomach. His fingers dug desperately into her hips as he inhaled the scent of her. Her fingers ran through the wet strands of his hair. His fingers slid under her shirt, which she promptly removed. She reached for the waistband of her shorts, and he stopped her. 

She saw the hungry gaze in his eyes and let her hands fall away. She knew that look; he made sure she did. A soft smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. A fingernail raised the point of his chin. “Then make your offering.” 

He pressed his face against her covered heat. He knew there was nothing beneath these shorts. He could feel that wet spot growing beneath his lips. He ghosted over the pajama-covered imprint of her pussy. He knew its shape and its secrets. He opened his mouth and sucked at the cloth that kept him from that treasure. He pulled the fabric taut until it slithered between the lips of her pussy. He could taste her with each pull, his tongue snaking out to tease her clit. Sucking furiously until a wanton moan bubbled out of her. 

He yanked the shorts down while he leaned his back against the edge of the bed. He pulled her forward. That hungry took in the length of her body, a warm sepia tone glistening in the dark. 

And all his.

He palmed her ass, bringing her forward until his mouth was in a perfect position. The first tentative flick of his tongue had her thrusting toward his mouth. “Use me,” he said with another flick. “Take me.” The flat pad of his tongue pressed against her clit, sliding down toward the entrance of her sex. Trying to collect her taste, lewd wet sounds of his tongue stirring the slick that pooled. 

His cock was trapped in the tight wet fabric of his jeans. She settled over his face, looking down at him. He noted the look of possession in her eyes as she grabbed a handful of his hair. He moaned into her pussy, tongue out and stiff as she fucked herself on his face. A hand raised to capture a breast, fingers pinch tugging at her nipples. 

She switched from a slow, languid pace, steadily increasing as her pleasure built. He could feel the quiver in her thighs, the clench of her pussy on the tip of his tongue. She threw her head back as he pulled her forward. He opened his mouth wide to take all of her in. A rapid flick of his tongue and the sneak of a ring-studded finger had her crying his name. 

She fell forward, shaking as he pumped her through the explosion. He was sure he came in his jeans, and it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was inside of her. She gasped for air, her body shaking as she moved to the side to fall on the bed. She heard the thunder in her ears, and she was sure it was the storm outside. 

It couldn’t have anything to do with how he ate her like a main dish. Her eyes felt like marbles in her skull. She leaned up on her elbows as their gazes met. He slipped the finger covered in her essence in his mouth again. 

Her head tilted to the side as he stood, her foot lifting to press gently into the outline in his jeans. “Take them off.” 

Head high.

He reached for the button, the zipper, their gazes still locked. The band of Versace underwear was barely in the frame before he sprung up hard against his stomach. He felt her eyes on him as he grabbed the base of his cock. It was as if his body wept for her attention. 

She sat up, leaning forward, her tongue swirling to collect the taste of him. His eyes rolled shut as she lapped at the angry tip of his cock. He looked down as those plush lips engulfed the head. He prayed he wouldn’t blackout as she tried to take him all in. “Baby, fuck, not like this. I don’t know if I can last.” There was mischief in her eyes as she moaned. The vibration had him curling his toes into the floor. 

Because…

It happened fast - she turned and pushed him down on the bed. She flung her leg over his waist. He grabbed at his cock, holding it straight. “You’re beautiful.” 

She rubbed the slick of her pussy against the head of his cock. He grits his teeth as she lowered in small shallow pulls. Her hands pushed the shiny crimson-tinted coils above her head. Looking down at his face as she sucked him in bit by bit, inch by inch, with each swivel of her hips. 

Changkyun was no small feat to take in. 

She knew that he could kiss her cervix open if she wasn’t careful. His hands slid against her inner thighs as she rocked him into her body. The squelching noises echoed in the dark space of the room. Then finally, she had him completely and totally inside. She settled down on her throne, utterly full of him.

She rocked her hips in a slow drag, figure eight. He growled, digging painted fingernails into the meat of her hips. She worked her lower body, mouth open on a soft pant. He was in the best kind of agony, ready to cum at any second. “Make love to me,” he says, strained. 

Because to me…

She lifts up just enough to get his legs on the outside of her own. She rakes her nails down his inner thighs; takes great satisfaction feeling him pulse inside of her. She smoothes her hands up the rippled planes of his abs, rocking her hips into him. 

And he feels it, the switch in position as he wraps his legs around her. He could feel her clit sliding across his shaft. He could feel the drip of her arousal down his inner thighs. She moves her hands behind his knees, rocking her body into him at a brutal pace.

“You’re so pretty like this. Letting me fuck you so good like this.” She moans, feeling that molten pool in the pit of her stomach—the electricity at the base of her spine. “Tell me something pretty….” She uses his words against him. 

But he can hardly think watching her fuck him. Looking up at her like the amazon that she is. Vital, beautiful to everyone but herself, and all his. He reaches forward, grabbing more of her ass, forcing her to ride him just a bit harder. 

“You are my Queen.” He moans, pulling her down to devour her mouth. His legs lock around her as pussy quivers around him. She feels like home, and he never wanted to leave. “Come for me….” He breathes against her lips. “Come with me….” 

Their bodies crashed together as their voices rose without care. Lewd, wet body slapping sounds, breathing stops and starts. He cries out first, arms wrapping around her, holding him close to her. He shakes so hard, scared this is a sordid dream, as he chants her name like a prayer.

The orgasm rocks her, blurs her vision, fills her ears with the sound of his prayer. She feels like she’s left her body, but he holds her. He pours his load into her; it mixes with hers, streams down her thighs, and creams his cock.

They pant, drained and spent but locked in a sticky embrace. 

He can’t hear anything for the first few minutes. Her hips still held him captive, and the tiny undulations were driving him mad. Finally, he cups her ass, pushing into her with two long, deep strokes.

He cums again and sees stars. He sees his universe stretch out into the crimson coiled halo laid on his chest. He softens inside of her, but he stays. The aftershocks of their lovemaking sent shivers up his spine. He pushes the hair from her face. 

He watches her bite her lip, lifts her gaze to his, and he’s reminded once more. “You’re so beautiful.” 

Because you are the Queen of my soul.

You Play A Scary Prank On Them (Monsta X)

Kihyun

Kihyun zones out sometimes, so you decided to take that as a chance to scare him. You crept up behind him while he was in his thoughts and grabbed his shoulders forcefully while screaming. He’d jump so high, but started laughing to cover up the fact that he’d just gotten frightened.

I.M.

You could never scare Changkyun. He was impossible to startle, even the tiniest bit. So every time you would attempt to get him to scream, he’d just mock you. He’d scream in an exaggerated way and pretend to be afraid, which would make you pout and leave, trying to think of another way to scare him.

Shownu

Whenever Hyunwoo would be working, you’d always like to sneak up on him. He was the easiest person in the world to scare. His eyes would always go wide and then, immediately after, he’d look at you with a face saying, “Really?” This happened all the time and his reactions were priceless.

Minhyuk

Oh, this poor baby. He was like a child when it came to you scaring him. It would always go one of three ways. 1: He’d scream and clutch his chest like his heart would fall out. 2: He’d jump and then start whining about you laughing, claiming that it wasn’t funny. 3: His eyes would go wide and he’d just stare at you. Each of these reactions was absolutely hilarious.

Wonho

Hoseok didn’t get scared by that many things, but unlucky for him, you’d always know which things scared him the most. Every time you would scare him, he’d always crack up, giving you props for startling him. Although, in his mind, he’s secretly thinking of ways to get you back. He knows what scares you, too.

Hyungwon

Let me get something straight. Hyungwon doesn’t get scared. Like ever. Whenever you attempt to scare him, he just looks at you. Not just any look, though. He looks at you as if he’s silently judging you for even trying. No matter what you tried, this was always the outcome. Hyungwon was impossible to scare.

Jooheon

Complete opposite of Hyungwon. Jooheon was the easiest person to scare. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even try to scare him and he’d get startled. It was really funny. His look was priceless, too. He would always just stare, his eyes going wide and his mouth agape. No one was easier to startle than Jooheon.

Will you be my girlfriend? (Monsta X)

I.M.

Changkyun had taken you to the fair and you were ecstatic. The past few weeks, you both had been going on dates, but you never expected to be taken here. As you walk, you feel Changkhyun link his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the Ferris Wheel.

"Let's go, I know you've wanted to ride that since we got here. You've been staring at it." He teases as you both get in line. You didn't know that you were so easy to read, but it's not like he was wrong. You and Changkyun take your seats and the ride starts. It’s silent, save for the noise of the fair below. All of a sudden, Changkyun turns towards you.

"Y/n?" You look at him and he looks a bit nervous.

"Yeah? What's up?" You ask. He seems to be struggling with what he has to say.

"Uh, I think.. Hah..." He clears his throat and fiddles with his fingers. You've never seen him act like this. He's usually so chill and confident. This was a new side of him that you didn't know existed. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Alright... will you- I mean, if it's what you want, I- Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, speeding through the phrase. Then it clicked in your mind. That's why he was so nervous. You grin widely, hugging him tightly.

"Yes! Of course, I will!" You say happily. He hugs you back, smiling as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Kihyun

You are sitting in the living room of your apartment, watching some tv, when you hear a knock at the door. You get up to answer it and look through the peephole. There's no one there, so you open the door and see a single rose.

You look at it, confused, and look around the hall and see another rose, and another. You notice that they're in a trail and decide to follow it. You feel a bit silly doing so, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

The trail goes all the way down the hall and around a corner. As you round it, you see Kihyun standing there, holding the last rose. He's dressed in a nice black suit and he's smiling as if he can't contain his excitement.

"Kihyun? What are you doing here? And what are these roses for?" You ask, hands full of enough roses to make a bouquet. Kihyun hands you the last rose and it has a note on it. You take it and read the letter. It reads: "Will you be my girlfriend? Kiss me if yes - Hug me if no"

You look up at him and place the bouquet down, walking towards him. His eyes light up with hope and anticipation of what your answer will be. You wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. His face falls a little bit. Although, he's caught by surprise when you take his face in your hands and kiss his lips. He kisses back immediately and it lasts a few moments before you both pull away.

"So, we're-" He starts, smiling widely. You shrug and smile back.

"I don't know, you tell me."

Shownu

You walk out of your house, locking the door behind you and walking to your car. You notice that there's something under your windshield wiper. It looks like a note. 'Oh no, did I get a ticket?' You think to yourself, approaching it and picking it up. You read it out loud.

"I never knew that I could be as happy as I've been these past few weeks. It would make my world if I could be this happy all the time. Will you help me do that by becoming my girlfriend? -Hyunwoo"

As you read it you smile widely, putting a hand over your mouth as you blush. All of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your waist from behind and looking over your shoulder at the note.

"You're so corny, you know that?" You say jokingly, looking up at Hyunwoo over your shoulder.

"I was hoping that's something you like about me." He responds, looking back at me. You giggle and turn around, tilting your head upwards and kissing him softly on the lips. He smiled bashfully after you pulled away, unable to stop himself from blushing.

"So, I take that as a yes?" He asks me.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Hyunwoo." You reply, pulling him into another kiss.

Minhyuk

Minhyuk asked for you to meet him at your favorite restaurant, the one that you met at. You've been waiting for about five minutes before you see him walk in. He's looking around the room, trying to find you and when he does, he smiles brightly.

"Y/n!" He says from across the room, unable to contain his excitement. You giggle and wave at him as he approaches. He slides into the booth directly across from you, smiling uncontrollably.

"Are you okay, Min? You seem like you have something on your mind." You tease and his smile gets even wider.

"I have something really important that I have to ask you." He tells you, eyes bright with hope. You look at him suspiciously but nod along.

"Okay, what is it?" You ask, watching as he tapped his fingers slightly. He reaches for your hands and pulls you out of the booth. You both get close and he leans in to whisper in your ear. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck as his thumbs massage circles into your hands. The suspense is killing you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispers, pulling away to look you in the eyes. Your heart jumps at those words and you only know one answer. You take your hand and place it on the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you can respond.

"I would love to." You whisper back and his grin widens, if that's possible. He pumps his fist in the air and shouts with joy.

"She said yes!" He yells and the other people in the restaurant begin to cheer.

"Congrats on the engagement!" One of them says.

"Ah- we're not engaged, we're just-" Minhyuk cuts you off.

"Just roll with it." He says as the restaurant starts to bring out a complimentary dessert.

Wonho

Hoseok is leading you by the hand through crowded streets, a smile present on his face. He's been leading you for a while now, with no hint to where you two are going. He didn't say anything, except that it was a surprise. So you go along with it. You're excited for the surprise, but it seems as if you guys have been walking forever. Finally, he stops, turning to face you and holding your hands.

"Y/n, do you recognize this place?" He questions, his soft smile and hopeful eyes directed towards you. You look around.

"Hmm, the sidewalk between the gas station and the book store?" You guess, smiling back as he sighs softly.

"This," He looks down at his feet, but tilts his head. "No, wait, this." He says stepping to the left a bit. "This is the exact spot that I first saw you. Where you caught my eye." He tells you, nostalgia in his voice. Your heart flutters at the realization and you smile brightly. You didn't think he'd remember something like this.

"This exact spot is our beginning. The beginning of our friendship, that's somehow sprouted into something more. Although, I want to make a new beginning." He says, giving your hands a bit of a squeeze. He gazes into your eyes and you forget that you're standing thin the middle of a sidewalk, people weaving their way around you. "Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, not breaking eye contact. He's confident of his words.

"Yes!" You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Next thing you know, his lips crash into yours. Not caring about the eyes on you from passerby's, you both bask in the moment.

Hyungwon

You had gone over to Hyungwon's house to watch a movie with him, however, you both fell asleep. That was to be expected, though. His couch is so comfy. You're wrapped up in his arms with your head laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He's beneath you with his head leaned back over the arm of the couch. You feel his hand rubbing your back as you both started to slowly wake up.

"Y/n..." He says, voice sounding a bit groggy.

"Hm?" You respond, eyes still closed as he rubs circles in your lower back.

"I was wondering, if you'd be my girlfriend?" He asks, looking down at you. Your eyes pop open and you look at him.

"Your girlfriend?" You ask, surprised at the sudden question.

"Well, yeah. I mean we're already napping together and I really like you, so I want you to be my girlfriend." He explains, still looking a bit sleepy as he speaks. You smile softly at him, snuggling closer to him.

"I'd like that." You reply, pecking his lips as he smiles at you. His arms tighten around you as if he never wants to let go. When you try to get up, he doesn't let you.

"Hyungwon? I know you're really happy that we're dating, but I have to use the restroom." You admit to him. His eyes are closed again.

"Let's just lay like this for a while, I just wanna stay here forever." He tells you.

"But, I really have to go. We can't stay here forever." You say back, but it's too late. He's already asleep again.

Jooheon

You're walking with Jooheon in the mall, when all of a sudden, you're knocked down by someone passing by. You fall to your knees, but Jooheon helps you up.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He asks. You nod and you're about to scold whoever bumped into you, but you're stopped in your tracks. The person just so happened to be your ex-boyfriend. His smirk was patronizing as he began to speak.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know they left trash out in the walkway." He says, looking down on you. You don't respond, just avoid eye contact. Although, Jooheon is quick to act in your favor.

"What the hell is your deal, man?" He snarls, a bit more bass laced into his voice.

"Just making sure she knows how worthless she is." He responds, sounding cocky. Jooheon pushes you behind him, standing between you two as they both square their shoulders.

"If you ever say anything like that to or about her again, I will destroy you." He threatens, gritting his teeth.

"Who even are you?" Your ex tests, taking a step closer. Jooheon wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.

"I'm her boyfriend. So, get the hell outta my face or I'll make you regret your life." Jooheon pushes past him, shoving him slightly with his shoulder. Your ex backs off, grumbling as he walks away and you look up at Jooheon, who still seems heated.

"Boyfriend?" You say, smiling slyly at him. His cheeks go red.

"Oh, uh- I was planning to- I wanted to ask sooner, but will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, looking hopeful. You smile brightly and poke his cheek where his dimple is.

"As long as you react like that every time a guy is rude to me." You joke and Jooheon gives you a little sqeeze.

"For you, I'd do that any time."

GAME OVER(?)

AVISOS: JooheonXLeitora, Sexo Oral, Jooheon é um mal perdedor, ele fode sua boca sem pena, ele te chama de princesa uma vez(?).

OBS: Isso está há muito tempo no meu rascunho. Decidi finalizar, pois estou há um tempinho sem colocar nada por aqui. Espero que goste, pois eu achei meio sei lá.

Você mordiscava as pontas da unha nervosa. Sem conseguir tirar os olhos da tela da TV enorme, sentindo um frio no pé da barriga a cada passo que o jogador dava em tela.

Esse era mais um daqueles dias em que os amigos de seu namorado vinham para casa de vocês tomar umas. E hoje não era diferente, apenas mudava o fato de que o típico jogo de fifa sendo jogado por seu namorado e o melhor amigo estava chegando ao fim.

Todos os garotos que assistiam o desenrolar do jogo ao seu lado faziam comentários sacanas. A fim de provocar os garotos que estavam em empate e ansiosos para ser o ganhador, faltavam poucos minutos para acabar. E que fizesse o último gol era com toda certeza o ganhador.

Seria tudo às mil maravilhas se você não soubesse o como o seu homem é competidor e odiava perder.

Seu coração trava ao ver Jooheon tendo a bola roubada pelo jogador de Chang Kyun e xingando ao não conseguir pegar de volta.

E quando menos espera todos. Chang Kyun consegue passar por todos os jogadores, fazendo o gol final da partida. Pegando o título de vencedor da noite. Tirando xingamentos de um puto Jooheon ao sorrir de forma debochada com o canto da boca em sua direção.

Seu homem era exagerado em cada comemoração de um gol, mas I.m era o oposto. Ele apenas sorria de canto sem olhar para a pessoa, e isso era o pior, isso era o que mais tirava o seu namorado do sério. E agora com o fim do jogo, era o pior momento para Chang Kyun sorrir daquele jeitinho provocante.

Jooheon se levanta do sofá puto. Mandando o amigo ir se foder. E você não demora para ficar de pé, se metendo no meio do seu homem. Jooheon não brigaria por algo bobo desse, mas era melhor evitar.

Aquele sorrisinho de Chang Kyun deixava até o mais tranquilo fulo da vida.

— Amor, calma! — o chama, segurando nos braços fortes de seu namorado. — É apenas um jogo.

— Ahh, você sabe me deixar de cabeça quente, ladrãozinho safado. — aponta para o amigo, negando com a cabeça. — Vou subir, quero jogar mais porra nenhuma com ladrãozinho safado não. — pragueja, se virando para subir as escadas para o segundo andar, onde ficava o quarto de vocês.

Você olha para as costas nuas e ombros largos de Jooheon se afastando, tendo um pequeno deja vú por um momento.

Essa cena era tão familiar, apenas faltava um detalhe.

Você o olha parando no meio das escadas, virando e olhando em sua direção.

— Chega aí. — a chama com a cabeça, terminando de subir as escadas e sumindo de sua vista.

E o frio no pé de sua barriga volta. Lembrando a sensação e o motivo de ficar sempre assim quando o namorado jogava com os amigos, Jooheon era um mau perdedor e sempre que perdia…

Ele tinha que descontar sua raiva em alguma coisa, e bom, essa coisa era sua bucetinha.

Talvez seja esse o motivo do frio na barriga, você amava quando o seu dócil e brincalhão homem brincava com sua bucetinha sem pena. Era sempre a mesma sensação, torcia pela vitória do seu namorado, mas tinha uma parte que gostava quando ele perdia, pois assim ele podia descontar em você. Te deixando mole de tanto levar pau.

— Podem beber e comer à vontade, garotos.

Você sobe as escadas depois de falar. Ganhando olhares maliciosos dos amigos de seu namorado, que com certeza tinha uma pequena noção do que aconteceria.

Você entra no quarto no exato momento que o mesmo sai do banheiro, vendo o rosto molhado do menino. Provavelmente havia ido molhar o rosto para suavizar o seu lado que odiava perder.

— Deixei os garotos jogando. Não vai descer mais?

Você se senta na beirada da cama. Vendo o rapaz se aproximando de você.

— Você sabe que não, princesa. Agora abre a boquinha.

E você faz. Abrindo a boca e colocando a linguinha para fora.

Observando em expectativa o shortinho molinho de Jooheon descendo e o gordo pau aparecendo bem na frente do seu rosto. Sendo segurado por uma das mãos do menino, que logo bate com ele em sua língua.

O gosto salgado vem em seu paladar e você não demora para fechar a boca na cabeça gorda, ou tentar pelo menos, seu homem era tão grande que até a cabecinha era difícil. Nem sabia como conseguia levar tudo isso na xotinha até hoje.

Leva a cabeça para frente, a fim de ter mais, mas o puxão do menino em seus cabelos a afasta.

Olha para cima, encarando os olhos escuros.

— Não seja gulosa, eu que mando aqui. — diz sério, depositando um tapinha em sua bochecha com o pau excitado. — Agora toma devagar.

E como é mandado, você faz. Coloca apenas a cabecinha na boca, e chupa aos poucos, pegando o que ele deseja te dar. Jooheon era tão cruel quando estava puto por perder, ele nem mesmo deixava você o tocar, mesmo sabendo que você era louca pelo pau dele e que amava o ter na sua boquinha.

— Isso. Assim que eu gosto.

Enrola mais as mãos em seu cabelo, começando a colocar mais e mais do seu caralho. Seu ar vai sumindo e sente quando o garoto mete de uma vez o resto em sua garganta, sem nem avisar.

Jooheon fode sua boca sem pena.

Você apenas aceita, sentindo nenhum resquício de ar e as lágrimas acumulando no canto dos olhos.

Ver o olhar de prazer na cara do seu homem e ele ver seus olhos chorosos, mas nem isso o faz parar. Ele sabia que apesar das lágrimas, se ele colocasse a mão no meio de suas pernas, sua bocetinha estaria molhadinha, porque você amava quando ele era bruto desse jeito.

O som do engasgo era tão alto. No entanto,  Jooheon nem ligava, continuava fodendo sua boca desesperadamente. Segurando seu rosto com suas duas mãos pela lateral e estocando com vontade.

Você choramingava. Sacudindo o quadril inquieta na cama, sentindo sua bocetinha agoniada. Estava tão excitada, gostava tanto de ter ele em sua boca.

Já pensava em como seria saboroso ele te comendo depois.

Percebe os movimentos parando aos poucos e os quadris dele se mexendo devagar, arrastando com o pau lentamente em sua língua. Não demorando para soltar sua porra e encher sua boca com seu leitinho, soltando um gemido rouco.

Era tanto que deixa escapar um pouco.

Respira fundo e desesperada quando o pau é retirado de sua boca, tossindo alto.

Você olha para cima ao se acalmar, assistindo os olhos de Jooheon em si, ainda com o pau na mão.

— Chupa. — manda, agarrando sua nuca e te puxando para perto de novo. — Não engoliu tudinho.

E você olha o resquício de gozo que sobrou no pau.

Lambe os lábios, logo colocando a língua para fora e lambendo meia cansadinha, voltando no fim para a cabecinha. Chupando ela e tirando da boca em um som alto.

— Boa Garota! — o escuta murmura, passeando com a mão de forma carinhosa por seu rosto. Te fazendo deitar o rosto na palma, aproveitando o carinho de seu doce Jooheon de volta. E com a garganta doendo e o rosto molhado por suas lágrimas o único pensamento que se passa em sua mente é: Valeu, Chang Kyun