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THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01
gaon x vampire!reader
wc: 2400
tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin
warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist
Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.
The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.
His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.
All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.
That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.
You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.
He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.
He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.
“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.
You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.
“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.
“Yeah, are you?”
“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.
“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.
“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.
“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.
“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.
“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.
“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.
“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.
“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.
“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.
“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.
“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.
You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.
“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.
“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.
“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.
“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.
“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.
“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.
You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.
His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.
He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.
“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.
“More,” he whispers just over his breath.
“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.
The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.
He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.
He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.
“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.
You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.
You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.
His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.
“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.
“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.
“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.
“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.
He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.
You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.
He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.
One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.
He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.
You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.
Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.
The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.
He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.
“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.
“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.
“It's a deal”
Y'all are getting fed again tonight (technically tmr bc I set them to come out at 12 am)
I hope y'all like appalachian werewolf o.de as much as I do 😞
THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01
gaon x vampire!reader
wc: 2400
tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin
warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist
Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.
The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.
His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.
All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.
That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.
You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.
He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.
He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.
“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.
You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.
“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.
“Yeah, are you?”
“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.
“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.
“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.
“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.
“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.
“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.
“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.
“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.
“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.
“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.
“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.
“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.
You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.
“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.
“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.
“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.
“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.
“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.
“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.
You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.
His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.
He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.
“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.
“More,” he whispers just over his breath.
“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.
The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.
He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.
He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.
“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.
You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.
You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.
His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.
“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.
“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.
“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.
“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.
He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.
You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.
He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.
One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.
He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.
You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.
Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.
The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.
He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.
“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.
“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.
“It's a deal”
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Jiseok’s intoxicating moan permeated the room, a symphony of desire that hung in the air like a heavy, sweet perfume. His body moved with an almost languid grace as he settled fully onto your lap, the weight of him grounding you in the moment. His head tipped back, exposing the elegant curve of his throat, while his lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure, capturing the very essence of his rapture.
For a heartbeat, he remained perfectly still, his body tense as he adjusted to the sensation of your strap. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his breath, each exhale a testament to the intensity of the moment. The heat between you was palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer.
Your hand moved with purpose, fingers curling around his cheeks with a commanding yet tender touch. The pads of your fingers pressed gently but firmly into his skin, guiding his gaze to meet yours. His eyes, dark and glazed with lust, locked onto yours, creating an electric connection that sent shivers down your spine. The dominance in your grip was undeniable, but it was tempered with a deep, unspoken affection, a silent promise of pleasure and trust.
Although he turned his gaze towards you as you desired, the playful glint in his eyes was a tantalizing reminder of the agreement you'd struck earlier. That sparkle of mischief was undeniable, a testament to the unspoken game that had woven itself into your intimate encounter.
His hand, warm and firm, wrapped around your wrist, pulling your touch away from his face. The loss of contact was a sharp contrast to the previous closeness, creating a sense of longing that deepened the intensity of the moment. His other hand moved with a similar purpose, capturing the ones resting on his hips and effortlessly locking them by the sides of your head.
A mean smile curled on Jiseok's lips, a blend of dominance and playful cruelty that sent a thrill through your veins. The power dynamic shifted as he asserted control, leaving you helplessly bound beneath him. The heat of his skin and the strength of his grip were both captivating and consuming.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Jiseok began to lift himself off your lap. His body arched gracefully, and another intoxicating moan escaped his lips, a sound that reverberated through the room and settled deep within you. The deliberate pace of his movements was a torment, a slow burn of pleasure and anticipation that made every second feel like an eternity.
As he descended once more, the connection between you was electric, a fusion of bodies and desires that left you breathless. The sight of him above you, the feel of his hands pinning you down, and the sound of his moans created a sensory overload, a beautifully torturous experience that bound you together in a dance of passion and control.
Watching as he shamelessly used you for his own pleasure was a stark departure from your usual dynamic, a reversal that sent a thrill of unfamiliar excitement through you. Typically, you held the reins, but now, with Jiseok in control, you found yourself on the precipice of a new and tantalizing experience. There was a fleeting moment where you almost wished you’d won the bet, to reclaim that familiar dominance, but the allure of this role reversal was undeniable.
The way his own leaking length slapped against your stomach with each glide up and down your strap was a vivid, tantalizing sensation. Each movement sent ripples of heat coursing through you, a physical manifestation of his pleasure and a reminder of your current submission. His every action, every deliberate thrust, elicited filthy, unrestrained sounds from his lips. Those moans, raw and primal, traveled down to your very core, igniting a fire that burned with intensity.
Jiseok was utterly mesmerizing. His body, a study in fluid grace and raw desire, moved with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and intoxicating. The interplay of power and vulnerability in his eyes, the way they flickered between control and surrender, held you captive. His pleasure was palpable, a living thing that enveloped you both, drawing you deeper into the moment.
The intensity of the situation was heightened by the contrast to your usual roles. The sight of him lost in ecstasy, taking what he needed from you with such shameless abandon, was a heady mix of power and submission that blurred the lines of dominance and desire. Each glide, each slap, each moan was a symphony of sensations that wove together into an exquisite tapestry of pleasure and connection.
In this moment, Jiseok was not just using you; he was unveiling a new facet of your relationship, one that was as captivating as it was unexpected. The raw honesty of his desire, the unguarded vulnerability of his pleasure, created a space where you both could explore the depths of your connection in a way that was beautifully, intoxicatingly real.
Jiseok's pace quickened, driven by an increasing neediness that was palpable in every movement. His lewd moans and groans filled the air, a symphony of raw desire that echoed around the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. The sound of his pleasure intertwined with the rhythmic slap of his body against yours, creating an intoxicating soundtrack to your shared passion.
As his need grew, Jiseok's hands released your wrists, leaving behind the ghost of his touch. His fingers, now free, moved with an eager purpose, reaching up to grasp your breasts. The sudden shift sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding to the unexpected contact. The weight and warmth of his hands on your skin, the way they molded to the curve of your breasts, was a heady sensation that added another layer to your shared ecstasy.
Your breasts bounced in time with the rhythm he set, each movement a visual testament to the intensity of your connection. His hands, once gentle, became more assertive, groping and squeezing with a fervent hunger. The pressure of his touch, the way his fingers moved against your flesh, was an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.
An unexpected moan tore from your lips, raw and unfiltered. The sound seemed to ignite something within Jiseok, a spark that fanned the flames of his desire. His eyes, dark with lust, gleamed with satisfaction as he heard your response. His fingers found your nipples, pinching them with expert precision, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Each pinch, each twist, was a calculated move designed to elicit the sounds he craved from you.
Jiseok's actions were a dance of dominance and desire, a carefully choreographed performance that left you breathless and yearning for more. His hands, his touch, the way he moved—everything was a testament to his understanding of your body and the pleasure it could bring. The room pulsed with the heat of your shared passion, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that left you both on the edge of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” Jiseok panted, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes remained glued to your breasts, bouncing rhythmically with his every movement. His gaze was fervent, filled with a raw, unrestrained hunger as he chased his own high. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he breathed out, the words drenched in genuine admiration and lust.
The moment his declaration reached your ears, you felt one of his hands abandon its grip on your breast, the loss of contact momentarily jarring. His fingers trailed a burning path up your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before wrapping firmly around your neck. The pressure was calculated, just enough to squeeze in a way that was both erotic and thrilling. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and another moan, raw and unbidden, escaped your lips.
The sound you made seemed to resonate deeply within Jiseok, fueling the fire of his desire. His eyes, dark with intensity, widened as he took in the sight of you beneath him, your reactions heightening his own arousal. The eroticism of the moment was almost too much for him to bear; his breaths came faster, each one a ragged gasp, and his moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of lust.
His pace quickened, the urgency of his movements mirroring the escalation of his need. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your neck, was a testament to the powerful connection you shared. The way he moved, the way he sounded, it was all a beautiful, chaotic dance of desire and dominance.
Jiseok's body tensed as he drew closer to his peak, his sounds becoming a harmonious blend of desperation and ecstasy. The sight of you, the feel of you, the sounds you made—it was all an intoxicating mix that drove him to the brink. His grip tightened slightly, just enough to send another wave of pleasure through you, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Jiseok, his need, his desire, and the incredible, electrifying connection between you. The way he looked at you, the way he moved with you, it was all a testament to the depth of your shared passion, a beautifully detailed tableau of pleasure and intimacy.
“Yeah?” you grunted, your voice a mix of challenge and desire. Deciding to take control for a moment, you bucked your hips upwards, meeting his pace with a deliberate force that sent a shockwave of pleasure through both of you. The sudden movement elicited a sharp gasp from Jiseok, his eyes widening as he seemed to teeter right on the edge of his climax.
Your actions spurred him on, pushing him closer to that precipice of ecstasy. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each exhale a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. The intensity of your connection was almost palpable, a physical force that bound you together in this intimate dance.
“You love it when you use me, huh?” you taunted, your voice dripping with a provocative mix of mockery and allure. The words seemed to resonate deeply with Jiseok, his expression shifting to one of pure, unrestrained need. The provocative edge in your voice only served to heighten his arousal, pushing him further towards the brink.
“Shameless boy,” you added, your tone a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. The term of endearment, laced with playful reproach, hung in the air between you, adding another layer to the intricate tapestry of your shared pleasure.
Jiseok's response was visceral, a guttural moan that tore from his throat as he bucked against you with renewed fervor. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto yours, the connection between you deepening with every passing second. The way he moved, the way he responded to your taunts, was a testament to the powerful dynamic you both shared.
In this moment, the roles of dominance and submission blurred, creating a beautifully intricate dance of power and pleasure. The heat of your bodies, the intensity of your gazes, and the raw honesty of your words all combined to create a moment of unparalleled intimacy. Jiseok’s vulnerability and shameless need, matched by your confident control, wove together to form a scene of exquisite passion that neither of you would soon forget.
Taking advantage of Jiseok's dazed state, his focus solely on his own pleasure, you slid your hand between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his leaking, sensitive length. The heat and pulsing hardness of him filled your palm, and his immediate reaction was a sharp yelp at the unexpected contact. The sound was almost sweet in its vulnerability, a stark contrast to the mischief that had previously clouded his eyes.
In that instant, the playful defiance in his gaze was replaced by a silent, desperate pleading. His eyes, wide and dark with need, locked onto yours with an intensity that made you smirk. The power shift was palpable, his bravado crumbling as his desire took over. He was so, so close to finishing—that much was obvious from the way his length twitched and pulsed in your hand, his body betraying his imminent release.
Despite his earlier bratty behavior, you decided to grant him what he so clearly craved, though not without a touch of your own mischief. With a deliberate slowness, you began to stroke him, matching the rhythm he had set for himself. Your movements were precise, calculated, designed to drive him wild with need. The contrast of your cool control against his desperate urgency created a delicious tension that heightened the intensity of the moment.
Your fingers moved expertly, each stroke sending shivers down his spine, his hips bucking instinctively in response. The feeling of his hot, slick length in your hand, combined with the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, was intoxicating. Every gasp, every shudder, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him.
As you continued, his breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. The silent begging in his eyes deepened, his lips parting in a wordless plea for release. Your smirk widened, savoring the power you held over him in that moment. The combination of his need and your control created a heady, electric atmosphere that thrummed with shared desire.
With each stroke, you brought him closer to the edge, his moans growing louder, more desperate. The friction, the pace, the sheer intimacy of your touch was pushing him to his limits. The sight of him, so undone and vulnerable, was a beautiful contrast to his earlier defiance. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a beautifully orchestrated performance that left you both breathless and yearning for more.
As he teetered on the brink, his eyes begged for mercy, for release. And in that moment, you knew you had him completely, utterly at your mercy. The power was intoxicating, the control exhilarating, and the pleasure, both his and yours, was a symphony of sensation that filled the room with a palpable, electrifying energy.
Jiseok's face nuzzled into your neck, his moans loud and unabashed as he sought the comfort of your closeness. The intensity of his orgasm wracked his body, sending shudders of pleasure through him as ropes of his release stained both his stomach and yours. The heat and wetness of it created an intimate connection, a tangible reminder of the pleasure you'd just shared.
As the last tremors of his climax coursed through him, you took advantage of his dazed state, swiftly shifting your bodies so you were on top of him. The transition was seamless, a fluid motion that left him momentarily disoriented. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and surprise mingling in their depths as he processed the change in position.
His bewilderment deepened when he realized you were still buried to the hilt inside of him. The sensation of fullness, combined with the unexpected shift in dominance, sent another wave of pleasure through his already sensitized body. You couldn't help but chuckle meanly, the sound a dark, tantalizing promise of what was to come.
With deliberate slowness, you began to withdraw, watching the emotions play across his face. The startled moan that tore from his lips was music to your ears, a symphony of need and surprise that only fueled your own desire. His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and anticipation as he felt you pull out almost completely.
Then, without warning, you snapped your hips back into him, the sudden, powerful thrust drawing another moan from deep within his chest. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of your movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Each snap of your hips was a calculated strike, designed to elicit the most exquisite responses from him.
Jiseok's body responded instinctively, his back arching, his fingers clutching at the sheets as he tried to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations. His moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with the raw, unfiltered sounds of his pleasure. The way he writhed beneath you, the way his body reacted to every thrust, was mesmerizing.
You reveled in the control, the power you held over him in that moment. Each movement, each sound, was a testament to the depth of your connection, a beautifully orchestrated dance of dominance and submission. The pleasure was all-encompassing, a heady mix of physical sensation and emotional intensity that left you both breathless.
“Wait, wait!” Jiseok panted, his eyes wide with a mix of desperation and lingering sensitivity. “I’m still so sensitive, please!” Despite his pleas, his nails dug deliciously into the skin of your hips, urging you to stay inside him each time you attempted to pull away. The contradiction between his words and actions was intoxicating, a testament to the depths of his desire.
“Aw, is my shameless boy still sensitive?” you cooed, your tone laced with feigned sympathy as you pouted. The mockery in your voice was deliberate, a playful taunt that only heightened the intensity of the moment. Without hesitation, you picked up your pace, your movements becoming more deliberate and powerful. Jiseok responded by burying his head deeper into the pillows beneath him, his body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.
The sight of his exposed neck, so vulnerable and inviting, was too tempting to resist. You leaned in, attaching your tongue and lips to his skin, leaving a messy trail of kisses and licks that he loved. The wet, heated contact sent shivers down his spine, adding another layer to the sensory overload he was experiencing. His moans grew louder, each sound a symphony of pleasure that resonated through the room.
As you continued to thrust into him, you reached down, grabbing ahold of one of his hands. Guiding it with a firm yet gentle touch, you directed it towards his own sensitive core. The look in your eyes was stern, a silent command that left no room for disobedience. “Touch yourself,” you ordered, your voice low and authoritative. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m done with you.”
The combination of your firm grip, the intensity of your gaze, and the raw power of your words sent a thrill through Jiseok. His eyes widened even further, a mix of surprise and arousal evident in their depths. Obediently, he wrapped his hand around his own length, his touch tentative at first, then growing more confident as he began to stroke himself in time with your thrusts.
The added stimulation pushed him closer to the edge, his moans becoming more desperate, more pleading. Every movement, every sound, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him. His body was a canvas, and you were the artist, painting a masterpiece of pleasure and submission.
Your lips never left his neck, the wet, messy kisses a constant reminder of your presence and control. Each thrust, each command, each touch, was a deliberate act of dominance, designed to bring him to the brink and keep him there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The power you held over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of control and desire that left you both breathless.
As Jiseok’s strokes grew more frantic, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control, you could see the raw need in his eyes. The sight of him, so vulnerable and desperate, was a beautiful contrast to his usual bravado. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, a dance of power and submission that left you both craving more.
Though Jiseok was rendered speechless, his response was visceral. He nodded vigorously, his movements driven by instinct rather than thought. His eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into his head as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. His mouth, parted in a breathless gasp, emitted a continuous stream of erotic sounds—moans, whimpers, and gasps—that filled the air with a symphony of raw desire.
The pace you had set was relentless, each thrust precise and unyielding. The rhythm of your movements was a powerful force, pushing him closer to the edge with every stroke. His body responded instinctively, bouncing beneath you with each snap of your hips, the force of your actions leaving him helplessly at your mercy.
You could see the culmination of his orgasm approaching, a visible wave of pleasure that crested before he even had the chance to fully experience it. His entire body trembled with the intensity of his release, the tension and ecstasy etched across his features as his senses were inundated with the overwhelming pleasure you had orchestrated.
Despite the overwhelming sight of his climax, you did not relent. The snap of your hips continued with unyielding precision, maintaining the rhythm that kept him on the precipice of his ecstasy. The relentless force of your movements only added to the intensity, ensuring that he was swept up in the powerful, unending wave of sensation.
As Jiseok's body was rocked by the force of your thrusts, the combination of his vocal responses and the visual impact of his pleasure created a scene of exquisite, almost violent intimacy. Each thrust, each push, was a testament to the power you held, a beautifully detailed expression of control and desire that left you both breathless and craving more.
Jiseok’s whines began to rise in pitch, the sound a desperate plea for respite as you continued, relentless, after his second orgasm. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a telltale sign of the overstimulation that left him vulnerable and overwhelmed. Despite his evident distress, he didn’t dare disobey; his hands, trembling with the effort, shakily tried to keep pace with the rhythm you set. Each quiver of his fingers was a testament to his surrender, an acknowledgment of your absolute control.
You kept your gaze fixed on his face, savoring the exquisite display of his unraveling. His expression was a mix of helplessness and desperate need, a beautiful contrast to the confident persona he usually projected. The sight of him so utterly undone beneath you was intoxicating, his whimpers and pleas a perfect accompaniment to the raw pleasure you were inflicting.
It wasn’t long before a third orgasm tore through him with a surprising ferocity, more intense and aggressive than the first two. The force of it was almost overwhelming, a powerful wave that left him trembling and gasping. This time, you allowed yourself to slow your pace, guiding him through the tumultuous waves of his climax with a deliberate, measured rhythm. Each thrust was calculated, designed to prolong his pleasure and deepen the intensity of his release.
As his body continued to writhe beneath you, the rhythmic pulse of his orgasm gradually subsided. His movements became more frantic, a clear sign of his need for relief. You watched with a mix of satisfaction and possessive delight as he squirmed, finally wriggling under you in a final, desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations. With one last, deliberate thrust, you brought the relentless rhythm to a halt, your body coming to rest against his.
The room was filled with the echoes of his pleasure, the air thick with the remnants of his intense release. You took a moment to bask in the aftermath, your control and dominance etched into every breath he took. The scene before you was a testament to the exquisite power of your connection, a beautifully detailed tableau of desire and submission that left both of you breathless and spent.
He lay before you, a beautiful mess of flushed skin and disheveled abandon. His cheeks and ears were painted a deep crimson, a vivid contrast to the pale expanse of his neck and shoulders. His pink lips were parted, still gasping for breath as he struggled to regain his composure. The sight of him, so utterly spent and vulnerable, was a portrait of exquisite pleasure and surrender.
Yet, it was the adoration in his eyes that captivated you the most. Despite the chaos of the moment, his gaze remained steady, a soft, glowing warmth radiating from his eyes as they followed your every move. It was a look of profound devotion, a silent testament to the connection you shared. The sight was both endearing and electrifying, a stark contrast to the wild, urgent sounds that had filled the air moments before.
"You’re so good to me," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the lingering echoes of his earlier cries. The contrast between his previous loud moans and the soft, heartfelt admission was striking, adding a layer of intimacy to the moment. His words were a balm to your own exhaustion, a reminder of the depth of the bond you both shared.
A chuckle, full of affection and warmth, escaped your lips as you absorbed the sweetness of his confession. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, you leaned down, your movements slow and deliberate. You pressed your lips against his forehead, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of comfort and reassurance. Moving to his nose, you placed another kiss, this one lighter and more playful, before finally capturing his lips in a tender, lingering embrace.
The kiss was a silent promise, a wordless declaration of your feelings as you melted into the intimacy of the moment. The softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, created a cocoon of affection that wrapped around both of you. In that shared space, amidst the aftermath of passion and pleasure, you found a quiet, beautiful connection that transcended words and left you both basking in the gentle glow of your shared intimacy.
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afjdkgnxhrgvxh i will never get over how good your writing is!!! and I definitely did not expect you to do both requests!!!
i also love all of the heroes, at this point i might as well ask for a fic for the rest of them… it could even be an ot6 fic if you like (but only if you’re comfortable and have the physical and mental capacity to do that, if not no worries!!)
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HI 🍀!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! Whenever I get more than one request in one message (or by the same person, for that matter), I always try to complete all of them if I can. I just don't like the feeling of doing things halfway. So, here you go!
Oh, I'd be so down to write for all of the members! For that, however, I might need a little more details on what you want for each of them. So if you can give me that, I'll be more than happy to get to work! (Just an FYI, if you request a threesome, I'd be down to write that as well if that's your cup of tea ── but I will only do it if it's just two members + reader; any more than that becomes overwhelming and difficult to write properly).
Also, a little tip! Since you're asking for OT6, I might take a little bit longer than I have so far. BUT! If you send me each member individually or send two or three per request, I might get around to writing them faster. It'll also help me with not posting six fics at the same time, or having them posted one per day since it can make my blog a little cluttered. If you can do any of these, I would really appreciate it!
Again, thank you so much for the support! Your requests genuinely make me so happy since they really allow me to indulge in writing pieces for our Heroes!!
💐 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ( xdinary heroes )
❛ As you step into a new, more masculine identity, your nerves are eased by the unwavering support of your friends and boyfriend.
𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 + trans boy reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 7 mins
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This is probably one of my favorite pieces I've written, it was so self-indulgent as a masc non-binary fan of XDH, so I absolutely adored this request (made by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, mentions of wearing a binder for the first time, the rest of the members of Xdinary Heroes are dressed femininely to support you since it's the first time you go out in public dressed so masculine, mentions of anxiety, mentions of people staring.
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )
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You anxiously pace around your apartment, your steps quick and uneven, a reflection of the turmoil inside you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second echoing your mounting nerves. Every few moments, you dart back to the mirror, adjusting the binder Jiseok had surprised you with and smoothing out the more masculine clothing you’ve chosen for the first time. The reflection staring back at you is both unfamiliar and oddly liberating, but the anxiety still gnaws at you like a persistent shadow.
Jiseok, lounging on your couch, watches you with an expression that blends amusement and tenderness. His phone lies forgotten in his hand, abandoned in favor of observing your restless movements. His eyes, filled with warmth and affection, follow your every step, a silent but reassuring presence amidst your growing apprehension. Despite his frequent reassurances that you look undeniably handsome, the unease remains, a gnawing uncertainty that refuses to fade.
This moment is significant for you, a departure from the familiar into uncharted territory. The binder and the new style represent more than just a change in wardrobe; they symbolize a step toward embracing a more authentic version of yourself. Yet, even with Jiseok’s repeated affirmations, the anxiety of stepping into this new self is palpable, a heavy weight that clings to your chest.
You cast another glance at your reflection, searching for flaws, for something that might unravel the confidence you’re trying to muster. The mirror shows a version of yourself that feels both empowering and vulnerable, a delicate balance that is hard to navigate. Each adjustment of your clothing, each smoothing of your hair, is an attempt to find comfort in this new skin, but the anxiety persists, whispering doubts into the corners of your mind.
Jiseok’s eyes, however, remain fixed on you, his amusement softened by a deep, unwavering support. His presence is a quiet counterpoint to your inner turmoil, a constant reminder that you are not alone in this journey. Though the anxiety continues to gnaw at you, the steadfastness in Jiseok’s gaze and his gentle reassurances offer a flicker of hope and a promise of acceptance.
Suddenly, your lifelong best friend and boyfriend excuses himself into your bedroom. You barely have time to wonder why before a knock on your front door interrupts your pacing. Heart racing, you sprint to answer it, only to be rendered speechless by the sight before you. While you had expected to find your friends, you hadn’t anticipated their striking transformations.
Gunil stands confidently at the forefront, his cropped top revealing a sliver of toned midriff, and his eyes accentuated by grungy makeup that sharpens his features. His bold look radiates a daring defiance, setting the tone for the unexpected ensemble before you.
Jungsu catches your eye next, sporting a mid-thigh length plaid skirt that sways slightly with his movements. His shirt is neatly tucked in, giving him a polished yet rebellious air, and his hair is adorned with colorful clips that contrast playfully with his otherwise composed appearance. The sight of Jungsu, usually so serious, embracing this vivid and whimsical style stirs a mixture of surprise and admiration within you.
Seungmin’s outfit is equally captivating, his cropped top paired with a flowing black skirt that grazes just above his knees. The eyeliner framing his eyes adds a dramatic flair, highlighting his expressive gaze. The combination of soft and edgy elements in his look mirrors the complex layers of his personality, leaving you both intrigued and impressed.
Hyeongjun, in a long denim skirt you've seen him wear before, exudes a quiet confidence. His hair is styled into a half-up, half-down look, softening his features and adding a touch of elegance to his casual attire. The familiar yet refreshed appearance of Hyeongjun brings a comforting sense of continuity amidst the surprising changes.
Finally, Jooyeon stands out with his short plaid skirt paired with fishnets, his hair styled into playful space buns. The juxtaposition of the classic plaid and daring fishnets creates a bold statement, and the space buns add a whimsical charm to his look. Jooyeon's daring fashion choice radiates a fearless confidence that resonates with your own journey of self-expression.
As you take in the sight of your friends, each embracing their unique styles with unapologetic confidence, a wave of emotion washes over you. The anxiety that had gripped you moments ago begins to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of camaraderie and support. Their bold transformations echo your own struggle and triumph in embracing your true self, reminding you that you’re not alone in this journey.
Your heart swells with gratitude and admiration for your friends, who have shown up not just in presence, but in spirit, celebrating your courage with their own. The sight of them, so different yet so authentically themselves, fortifies your resolve and fills you with a renewed sense of confidence. With a deep breath, you step forward, ready to embrace the evening with the unwavering support of your lifelong friends by your side.
"You all look amazing," you manage to say, still trying to process the vibrant array of styles before you. As they step inside, your eyes remain wide in shock and admiration. Their response is immediate and heartwarming; they shower you with genuine compliments, each remark about how handsome you look in your new style making your cheeks flush a deep crimson. The sincerity in their voices and the pride in their eyes fills you with a warmth that eases your earlier anxiety.
Just as you begin to relax into the moment, you hear Jiseok clear his throat dramatically behind you. Turning around, you gasp at the sight that meets your eyes. Jiseok stands there, still wearing the striped sweater he had on before disappearing into the bathroom, but instead of jeans, he’s now donning one of your old, long black satin dresses underneath the sweater. The elegant fabric sways slightly as he moves, creating a surprising yet strangely harmonious blend of casual and formal.
The absurdity of his outfit doesn't stop there. Perched atop his head is a plastic tiara, catching the light and adding a whimsical touch to his ensemble. His lips shimmer with glittery lip gloss, completing the playful and unexpected transformation. The sight is both ridiculous and endearing, a perfect encapsulation of Jiseok's ability to make you smile even in the most unexpected ways.
A light chuckle escapes your lips as you take in the full extent of his getup. The laughter bubbles up, mingling with the lingering remnants of your earlier anxiety, and suddenly, the room feels lighter, filled with an unspoken understanding and acceptance. You step forward, closing the distance between you and Jiseok, and press your lips against his in a tender kiss. The glitter from his lip gloss transfers slightly, adding a touch of sparkle to the intimate moment.
As you pull back, your eyes meet Jiseok's, and the look you share speaks volumes. In this small, affectionate gesture, there is an acknowledgment of the journey you've both been on, the courage it took to embrace your true self, and the unyielding support you have from him. Surrounded by your friends, all uniquely expressing themselves in your honor, and with Jiseok by your side, you feel a profound sense of belonging and love that fortifies you for whatever comes next.
Once the flurry of compliments had settled, you all made your way out the door, heading to a nearby restaurant as planned. The group walks in unison, a vibrant parade of diverse styles and unapologetic self-expression. As you move through the streets, you notice the curious and occasionally puzzled glances from strangers. However, the once-daunting stares no longer feel as terrifying with your friends and boyfriend by your side, their bold attire a testament to their unwavering support.
Gunil’s grungy makeup and cropped top, Jungsu’s plaid skirt with colorful hair clips, Seungmin’s flowing skirt and eyeliner, Hyeongjun’s elegant denim skirt and styled hair, and Jooyeon’s plaid skirt with fishnets and space buns create a striking visual that draws attention. Despite the occasional odd look, there is an undeniable sense of solidarity that envelops you, making the world feel a little less intimidating.
The endearing sight of your friends and boyfriend dressed so uniquely to support you fills your heart with warmth. Every step you take is lighter, buoyed by the camaraderie and love that surrounds you. The anxiety that had once gripped you now feels distant, replaced by a profound sense of acceptance and belonging.
As you approach the restaurant, the looks from passersby seem less significant, their judgmental gazes overshadowed by the strength and unity of your group. Your heart swells with gratitude, knowing that these extraordinary individuals have not only embraced their own authenticity but have also empowered you to embrace yours.
The evening air feels crisp and invigorating as you walk together, and with each passing moment, the bond between you and your friends deepens. Their willingness to step out of their comfort zones and dress in a way that challenges societal norms just to support you is a testament to their love and friendship. The thought fills you with an overwhelming sense of pride and joy.
Jiseok’s hand remains firmly intertwined with yours throughout the entire walk, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the sea of emotions swirling within you. Every so often, he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers how ridiculously handsome you look, how he can’t get over the transformation. His words are like honey, sweet and soothing, each one sinking into your heart and settling there.
He tells you how obsessed he is with you, his voice filled with a sincerity that makes your heart flutter. Each declaration of his pride in you, his honor to be your boyfriend, sends a fresh wave of warmth coursing through your veins. The intensity of his feelings is palpable, wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, and you can't help but blush profusely at each affectionate confession.
With every step, Jiseok’s grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support. His presence, his whispered affirmations, create a bubble of intimacy amidst the bustling streets and curious onlookers. It’s as if the world fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in a moment of pure connection and love.
His words are a balm to your anxiety, each one meticulously chipping away at the insecurities that have long haunted you. The way he looks at you, with eyes brimming with adoration and pride, makes you feel seen in the most profound way. It’s not just about the clothes or the outward changes; it’s about the courage to embrace your true self, and Jiseok's endless support amplifies that courage tenfold.
Every time he leans in to murmur his adoration, your cheeks heat up, a blush spreading across your face. The sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, makes each compliment feel like the first, filling you with a sense of joy and affirmation that you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately.
As you walk together, hand in hand, Jiseok’s unwavering support and constant reassurances weave a tapestry of love and confidence around you. His pride in you is evident in every word, every touch, and every glance. With each affectionate whisper, the bond between you strengthens, reinforcing the belief that together, you can face anything the world throws your way.
By the time you reach your destination, the anxiety that had once threatened to overwhelm you has dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of love and belonging. Jiseok’s constant reminders of how handsome you are, how proud he is of you, and how honored he feels to be your boyfriend, have fortified your spirit. Blushing and beaming, you step into the restaurant with him by your side, ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that with Jiseok's love, you are unstoppable.
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Hi Green!
This is 🩷, I know I already requested but I had another idea that I really wanted to share! If you don’t want to write it, that’s totally fine, just ignore this :)
It can be with either Gaon from Xdinary Heroes or Jongseob from P1Harmony — I couldn’t decide to save my life, I’m sorry! But anyway, here’s the idea:
He and the reader grew up together, and all their lives Reader was just a tomboy. However, a couple of weeks earlier, Reader came out as a trans guy and expressed wanting to do something with their looks to better fit their identity. So he does a bit of research and buys Reader his first binder/trans tape, and since they’re dating at this stage of their lives, he helps Reader put it on while rattling off the things he learned off the internet regarding how to use the binder/trans tape. It’s just overall a very endearing scene. They can maybe go out to dinner together and maybe the Reader is very anxious about being out with the binder/trans tape for the first time but he keeps reassuring them that they look very handsome.
I know I only request trans-related things but there’s just such a massive lack of such content and I really hope you’d consider writing them! Again, you don’t have to! Thank you in advance!
Beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful 🩷! This (and the first one you sent that I’m currently working on) are probably my favorite requests. I’m masc non-binary, which means I fall under the trans umbrella, so these were especially healing for me. So, so self indulgent. Your requests is and will always be welcomed, I seriously mean this. There really is a devastating lack of trans content in general, but especially within the KPOP fanfic community. These pieces might not do as well as other cisgender-based fics but they’ll always have a very special place in my heart. I love you so much, and I hope you’re doing well!
🫐 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 🫐
𝐤. 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 🫐 p1harmony 🫐 1.6k
UNDER THE SUNSET GLOW was written first purely because this guy gives me insane gender envy. I almost left it at that, but honestly I suddenly got inspired to also write DRESSED FOR LOVE at the last second so here you have both! Also, no, I didn't purposely set out to make the aesthetics match the trans flag, it just happened like that which means it was destiny.
💐 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 💐
𝐤. 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 💐 xdinary heroes 💐 1.9k
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
hi!!! ah okay, so i would definitely enjoy a threesome (as a poly bi it’s definitely my cup of tea) as long as the reader stays the dominant one. usually the female character becomes a switch or submissive when two men are involved and that’s not really my thing…
as for details, ummm, maybe a nuggetz threesome? i’m okay with with some light bdsm, a bit of sensory play, pegging (obviously), but nothing too violent. i would also love to see gunil being taken care of in any way you’d like, since he looks after our heroes so well and he deserves some love too!!
i’ll have to think a bit more about what i’d like for jungsu and ode, but hopefully all of this is enough detail for now!!
thank you for being so great and for responding so quickly!!
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Hello 🍀, my beloved! You know, when I saw that you're not only a soft-dom that loves pegging as much as I do, but that you're also a part of the queer community — I can't even begin to explain the excitement that rushed through me (I'm a non-binary pansexual who's currently a bit curious about the whole poly dynamics but haven't gotten the chance to experiment yet). I just love, love, love finding fellow queers within the K-Pop/K-Rock world. But anyway, I totally understand the frustration that comes with having most if not all female readers/characters suddenly become a switch or submissive when more than one man is involved during sex. I just think it's so much sexier whenever women remain the dominant one while her pathetic little men are absolute messes because of her.
That said, I really hope you enjoy the Nuggetz threesome! Like I told you before, it's the nastiest yet sexiest thing I've written to date and I'm honestly so proud of it.
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𝐤. 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 ❤️ 8.0k ❤️ 𝐥. 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧
As for Gunil's piece, this one is a lot softer. Writing the Nuggetz threesome definitely proved to be a lot harder than I initially anticipated (don't hesitate to request another threesome in the future though, I really enjoyed it!) so I was actually really glad to have Gunil's request be a little more simple since it was a good come-down from the threesome. I really, really liked it for the same reasons you mentioned — he takes care of our Heroes so well, so he definitely deserves to be taken care of in exchange :( Hope you enjoy it! ── ( 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 )
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𝐠. 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐥 ❤️ 4.5k
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
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gunil dresses like everyone’s college crush 😻
