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# ♱ HE STILL CAN'T FOCUS. [EUNWOO - ASTRO]

SUMMARY: M/n is hired as Cha Eunwoo’s private language tutor, and he’s the perfect student… until he starts flirting. Now he's in too deep and gets what he finally wants. M/n.

WORD COUNT: 2.2024k

NOTES: I have heard y'alls requests for more top reader so the next few writings are going to be so. I actually like top male reader more, but figured it would be less interesting to you loves so I'm happy lol.

WARNINGS: Kind of teacher-student relationship, emotional climax + physical one, protected sex, top male reader, bottom idol

REQUESTED: YES 2X (ANON) - Can you please write a part 2 to the Eunwoo fic where we return the favor? / I just need more male reader please!!!!

LINKS: WATTPAD | PART ONE

M/n’s breath came in heavy, ragged waves as he slumped slightly against Eunwoo, body buzzing with overstimulation. Eunwoo, still pressed between his thighs, looked up with a smug little smile, his chin glistening, lips kiss-swollen and gleaming with the evidence of his work. 

"You're so pretty," Eunwoo murmured softly, pressing a kiss to M/n’s inner thigh, eyes still lidded with satisfaction. “And taste even better than I imagined.” 

M/n let out a soft, breathy laugh, his hand coming down to stroke Eunwoo’s hair back, letting his fingers curl against his scalp. But then he tugged just slightly, enough to make Eunwoo’s eyes flutter shut and lips part. 

“Is that right?” M/n said, voice low now, recovering his breath, a quiet dominance sliding into his tone like silk. 

Eunwoo nodded slowly, still looking up at him like a sin-stained angel. “Mmhm.” 

“Then I think it’s only fair,” M/n murmured, slipping off the table, his shirt still open and half hanging, his hands ghosting along Eunwoo’s jaw as he tilted the idol’s chin up, “that I return the favor.” 

Eunwoo blinked, caught off guard for just a moment, before smirking, letting himself be guided up onto his feet. “You can do anything to me, teacher.” 

“Good,” M/n purred, tugging Eunwoo by the hair and pulling him close until their mouths brushed again. “’Cuz I have so much to teach you.” 

Their mouths crashed together no gentleness this time, no questions. It was heat, tongue, teeth, hands gripping at clothes. M/n backed Eunwoo into the chair he’d just been sitting in for their lesson, then climbed into his lap without hesitation, knees bracketing his thighs, lips never leaving his. 

“You make such a mess and then just sit there with that cocky smile,” M/n whispered against his lips, rocking down slightly. He could feel Eunwoo hard beneath him, aching and straining in his pants. 

“It's your fault,” Eunwoo gasped, head tilted back as M/n kissed along his neck, biting just beneath his jawline. 

M/n hummed low. “Yeah.” 

With deft fingers, M/n worked at Eunwoo’s cardigan buttons, not even bothering to be careful. He wanted it off. Now. Once the shirt was open, he slid his hands down Eunwoo’s chest, nails dragging lightly just to hear the hitch in his breath. 

“Sensitive?” M/n teased. 

“Only for you.” 

That earned him another kiss, this one slow, sensual; M/n's hand now undoing Eunwoo’s belt. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I want to watch you fall apart for me.” 

He dropped to his knees then, mirroring what Eunwoo had done to him moments before. But there was a difference in how M/n moved; calm, controlled, confident. 

Eunwoo’s hands twitched against the arms of the chair as M/n pulled down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion, revealing him fully. 

M/n paused, looking up with a smirk. “Already so hard. What were you thinking about while you were between my thighs, hm?” 

Eunwoo exhaled shakily. “You. Just you.” 

M/n’s tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe along the length of him, eliciting a sharp gasp. “Good answer.” 

He started slow, kitten licks and teasing strokes of his hand, letting Eunwoo squirm a little. “You wanna be my good boy still?” M/n asked, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking lightly. 

Eunwoo whimpered, nodding quickly. “Yes. God, yes.” 

“Then be quiet and let me take care of you,” M/n whispered, voice full of low heat. 

And then he swallowed him deeper, one hand braced on Eunwoo’s thigh, the other working what his mouth couldn’t reach. Eunwoo’s head dropped back against the chair, fingers digging into the fabric, breathless moans slipping from his parted lips. 

M/n set a rhythm, slow and purposeful, letting Eunwoo feel every glide of tongue, every twist of his wrist. He loved the way Eunwoo whimpered when he flicked his tongue just beneath the tip. Loved the way he shook when M/n looked up, eyes locked on him as he moaned around him. 

“F-Fuck,” Eunwoo choked, his hips twitching, but M/n held him steady. 

“Not yet,” M/n said when he pulled back for air, lips shiny, breath hot against the base of his length. “I want to see you beg for it first.” 

Eunwoo’s eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide. “Please. Please, M/n.” 

M/n smirked. “What are you asking for?” 

“To finish please, I can’t-” 

“Use your words,” M/n said darkly, sliding his tongue along the underside again. 

“I wanna come, please. I’ve been good... your good boy, remember?” Eunwoo groaned. 

That did it. 

M/n took him back into his mouth, deeper this time, bobbing his head faster, stroking in sync. It didn’t take long before Eunwoo’s moans grew frantic, his thighs trembling under M/n’s hands. 

With a choked gasp and fingers curling tight into M/n’s hair, Eunwoo came, hips stuttering as he spilled down M/n’s throat. 

M/n held him through it, sucking gently until Eunwoo whined and pulled back from oversensitivity. He let Eunwoo slip free from his lips with a soft pop, swallowing everything and licking his lips. 

He looked up, breathless and smirking. “See? I learn quickly too.” 

Eunwoo was still catching his breath, legs spread slightly where he sat slouched in the chair, shirt open, pants barely clinging to his thighs. His eyes were half-lidded, lips red and slightly swollen from the messy kisses they’d shares and the ones M/n had placed elsewhere. 

He looked so beautiful like this. 

“You thought that was it?” M/n purred, rising slowly to his feet, wiping his mouth with his thumb then sucking it with a smile that would be mistaken of an angel’s. He leaned in, straddling Eunwoo’s lap again, this time with a purposeful roll of his hips that made Eunwoo suck in a sharp breath. 

M/n was hard again; painfully so and now that Eunwoo had gotten his release, he had no intention of stopping until he got to feel all of him. “You didn’t think I’d be satisfied just tasting you too, did you?” 

Eunwoo swallowed, eyes flickering down where M/n rubbed against him again. “You’re insatiable,” he whispered. 

“You’re the one who started this,” M/n said, voice darker now, lips brushing Eunwoo’s ear. “So now… you’re gonna take it.” 

He stood up, dragging Eunwoo with him by the wrist, tugging him into the bedroom like he owned him and Eunwoo followed, no hesitation, chest rising and falling like a man walking willingly into the flames. 

The moment they reached the edge of the bed, M/n turned, grabbing him by the hips and pushing him down onto the mattress, face-up. 

“You still want this?” M/n asked, leaning over him, even though his eyes were already filled with heat. 

Eunwoo nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes. I want this; want you.” 

M/n’s lips curved. “Good boy.” 

He kissed him again; slow and possessive this time while his hands moved to fully rid Eunwoo of his pants, letting them fall forgotten on the floor. He stripped the rest off himself too, skin to skin now, bare and bold, climbing over him with a confidence that made Eunwoo feel dizzy. 

M/n trailed his fingers down Eunwoo’s torso, slow and teasing. “You’re not done for the night, baby.” 

Eunwoo’s eyes fluttered shut as M/n reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out lube and a condom with practiced ease. He slicked his fingers and returned between Eunwoo’s thighs, coaxing them open, kissing up his knee before he slipped his hand down. 

Eunwoo’s breath hitched as the first finger slid in. 

“You’re so tight,” M/n whispered, voice a low rasp. “God, you’re gonna feel so good around me.” 

Eunwoo moaned, back arching slightly as M/n worked him open slowly, thoroughly taking his time, whispering dirty sweet things against his skin between kisses. 

“Relax,” he murmured, “I’ve got you. You’re mine, understand?” 

“Yes,” Eunwoo choked out. “Yours.” 

Two fingers now. Then three. M/n kept going until he felt the tension melt from Eunwoo’s body, his thighs trembling, breath uneven. 

Then he pulled his hand back, tore the foil wrapper open, and rolled the condom on with a hiss of anticipation. He leaned forward again, hands braced on either side of Eunwoo’s head. 

“You ready for me?” he asked, kissing the corner of his mouth. 

Eunwoo nodded eagerly. “Please; want to feel you.” 

M/n didn’t make him wait. He guided himself in, slow at first, letting Eunwoo adjust, groaning softly as the heat wrapped around him. The stretch was deep, filling, but Eunwoo took him so well; body pliant, responsive, greedy. 

“Shit-” M/n gasped, bottoming out, forehead pressing to Eunwoo’s. “You feel… perfect.” 

Eunwoo whimpered, wrapping his legs around M/n’s waist, pulling him closer. 

“Move,” he begged. “Please, M/n; fuck me.” 

M/n didn't hesitate. 

He started with a deep roll of his hips, building a rhythm that made the headboard knock gently against the wall. His hands gripped Eunwoo’s hips, pulling him down on each thrust, burying himself deeper each time. 

Eunwoo moaned wantonly beneath him, head tossed back, nails dragging down M/n’s back. 

“You take me so well,” M/n grunted, panting into his neck. “Look at you, ruined for me.” 

He shifted, angling his hips; and Eunwoo screamed, legs trembling. 

“There?” M/n asked, smirking. 

“Yes; there, there, right there; fuck!” 

M/n pounded into that spot, merciless, watching Eunwoo unravel beneath him, sweat beading on his skin, mouth open and moaning like he belonged to him. 

One of M/n’s hands snaked between their bodies, stroking Eunwoo in time with his thrusts. 

“You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?” 

“I- fuck yes, yes-” 

And just like that, Eunwoo came again, crying out M/n’s name as he clenched tightly around him, trembling under the force of it. 

M/n followed seconds later, hips stuttering, vision white-hot as he groaned Eunwoo’s name into his neck and emptied into the condom. 

He collapsed onto him, both of them slick with sweat, chests heaving, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. 

For a moment, all was silent except for their ragged breathing and the quiet beat of their hearts syncing back together. 

Eunwoo’s body trembled slightly, his chest rising and falling with shallow, exhausted breaths. He looked completely blissed out; eyes half-closed, lips kiss-bruised, cheeks flushed a soft pink, and skin still dewy with sweat. 

M/n hovered above him for a second longer, watching the way Eunwoo’s lashes fluttered like he was fighting off sleep. Gently, he cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb over the flushed skin. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” M/n asked softly, voice tender now. “Too much?” 

Eunwoo blinked, the dazed smile returning to his lips. “No,” he whispered. “Not too much. Just… perfect.” 

M/n leaned in, kissing his temple. “Good. You did so well for me.” 

He eased out slowly, carefully, and Eunwoo winced just a little, whining at the loss of him. M/n immediately kissed him again, this time slower; like an apology, like a promise. 

“Let me clean you up, okay?” he murmured, brushing damp strands from Eunwoo’s forehead. 

Eunwoo nodded, barely able to speak. 

M/n stood up and padded over to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water. He knelt on the edge of the bed, whispering small reassurances as he wiped down Eunwoo’s thighs, his stomach, every sensitive spot with careful, reverent touches. 

Eunwoo watched him through half-lidded eyes, heart melting at how soft M/n became in the quiet aftermath. There was no teasing now just devotion. Affection. 

“Drink, baby,” M/n said, lifting the bottle to his lips. Eunwoo sipped, letting M/n tilt it gently, then leaned into his chest once he finished, clinging to him like it was instinct. 

M/n chuckled softly, laying down and wrapping an arm around him, pulling him close so they were chest to chest, legs tangled under the sheets. 

“You okay?” M/n asked again, whispering into his hair. 

Eunwoo buried his face in M/n’s neck, nodding. “Yeah. Just feel… full. In every way.” 

M/n kissed the top of his head. “That’s how I want you to feel.” 

They laid in comfortable silence for a while, nothing but the distant hum of the city outside the windows and their slowed breathing. 

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stay inside. short drabble.

💤 mdni !! mark lee x top amab reader. modern/alternative universe. dubcon somnophilia, unprotected (dont be silly, wrap ur willy), creampie, cockwarming, minor overstim, & minor praise kink.

You don’t remember getting into bed.

Just the way your body hit the mattress with dead weight, clothes still on, brain too fried to register anything except exhaustion. The day was one long blur—missed deadlines, bad traffic, a migraine that throbbed behind your eyes for hours. You barely spoke when you got home. Just handed Mark your keys, let him help you out of your shirt, and collapsed.

Now, hours later, the city is quiet. The only light in the bedroom is the pale glow from the streetlamps outside, cutting through the blinds in faint silver stripes. You’re half-asleep, chest rising slow, cocooned in warmth.

But something pulls you back.

A familiar weight straddles your hips. Something wet and tight clenches around your cock. A soft gasp fills the dark.

You blink your eyes open.

Mark’s there—perched on top of you, face flushed and lip caught between his teeth. His shirt’s bunched at his waist, hair a mess from sleep. You’re fully hard, buried inside him, and he’s grinding slow in your lap, like he’s trying not to wake you.

But he has.

Your hands slide to his waist automatically, anchoring him, groggy confusion bleeding into arousal. “Mark…?”

He freezes, eyes going wide. “S-sorry—fuck—I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Your voice is still hoarse. “You’re… riding me?”

“I—” His face crumples. “You looked so tired. I didn’t want to bother you. I just… missed you. I needed to feel you.”

You exhale, sitting up on your elbows as your cock throbs inside him. He’s warm and wet, walls gripping you like a vice. You don’t even remember getting hard. Maybe you were dreaming about him.

“Mark, you should’ve woken me.”

He shakes his head, hands resting on your chest. “You needed sleep. I just… wanted to be close. Thought I could stay still.”

But he hadn’t.

You feel it—how soaked he is, how loose. He’s been riding you in your sleep, slow and needy, trying to keep quiet. Your cock twitches inside him, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“I tried,” he whispers. “I really tried. But you feel so good.”

You reach up, cup his cheek. “You missed this that much?”

He nods, breath catching. “I just needed to be full. Needed to feel you stretching me. Even if you didn’t move. Even if I couldn’t cum. I just… needed it.”

His voice breaks on that last word, and something inside you snaps.

You sit up, kiss him deep—filthy and slow—and roll your hips up into him. He moans into your mouth, clutching your shoulders as your cock slides deeper.

You pull away just enough to whisper, “How long were you riding me like this?”

Mark whimpers, burying his face in your neck. “A while.”

“You couldn’t wait?”

“I did wait.” His voice is high and desperate. “Waited all day. You came home and I thought—if I just hold you, I’ll be okay. But I couldn’t sleep. You were so close, and I was so empty. I needed to feel you.”

You start thrusting. Shallow. Slow. Just enough to make him tremble.

“You should’ve woken me up,” you murmur, licking the shell of his ear. “I would’ve ruined you properly.”

He sobs. “You still can. Please—fuck, please ruin me now. I’ll take it. I want it.”

You grip his hips tighter, rolling him down onto your cock with every thrust, watching the way his back arches, the way his lashes flutter. He’s not riding anymore—you’re using him now, grinding up into him with each lazy stroke until he’s moaning openly, throat raw.

“You want me to fill you?” you pant. “Make you drip while I go to work?”

“Yes—yes, please,” he cries. “Wanna feel your cum inside me. Want it leaking out all day.”

You growl into his skin, pace growing messy, hands moving under his shirt to grip his waist. He’s so fucking tight around you, even after all this time. All warm and desperate and yours.

“Don’t pull out,” he begs again. “Even after. Please, just stay inside.”

You kiss him again—hard—and slam into him one last time, cock twitching as you cum deep inside. He gasps, nails digging into your back, whole body trembling as you fill him.

Neither of you moves.

You don’t pull out. You stay buried, cock softening slowly inside him, both of you panting against each other’s mouths.

Mark rests his forehead to yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always letting me have you.”

You press a kiss to his temple, whispering, “You can have me anytime, baby. Always.”

He smiles, settling against your chest, your cock still buried deep. He falls asleep like that—finally at peace.

And you don’t move until morning.

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sleepover! short drabble.

🛏️ mdni !! soul x top amab reader. implied virgin soul/first time. implied ot6 harem. minor size difference, unprotected (sighh), light overstim, consensual power imbalance, praise kink, minor size kink.

The hotel room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft flicker of the television. A movie played in the background, something Soul had picked that neither of you were paying attention to anymore.

He sat beside you on the bed, knees drawn up, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame. The corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to speak but couldn’t bring himself to. You waited, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers fidgeted against the blanket.

“Do you...” he started, then paused. “Are you comfortable like this? With me?”

You turned to face him. “Yeah. Are you?”

He nodded slowly. His eyes dropped to your lips.

“I keep thinking about it,” he murmured. “About you. Touching me. Like that.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t move yet. You needed to be sure.

“You want that now?”

Soul's cheeks flushed a deep pink. His voice came quieter. “Only if it’s you.”

You leaned in, letting your lips brush his. He melted immediately, his hand reaching for your wrist, thumb stroking the inside like he needed the grounding. The kiss deepened slowly, his soft gasps filling the spaces between.

When you pushed him gently onto his back, he went without hesitation, looking up at you with glassy eyes.

You tugged his hoodie up, exposing smooth skin and a shy, toned body. He helped you peel it off, arms shaky. Your mouth followed the trail from his collarbones to his stomach, each kiss making him tremble.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, voice low. “So soft. So perfect.”

“Stop,” he whispered, turning redder. “You’re gonna make me cry already.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

You took your time getting him ready, your fingers slick with lube you grabbed from your overnight bag. Soul spread his legs slowly, head tipped back against the pillow as he gasped and whimpered with each stretch.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, worried.

He shook his head, biting his lip. “No… it just feels a lot. I want more.”

You kissed his thigh. “You’ll get it. Just hold onto me.”

When you finally pushed in, Soul moaned so softly it barely reached your ears. His hands gripped your arms like he was afraid you’d vanish. His body welcomed you slow, inch by inch, until you were buried fully, throbbing inside his warmth.

“Oh my God,” he whimpered. “You’re so big. You’re inside me, it’s so deep.”

You kissed his neck, your thrusts shallow and slow at first. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking me perfectly.”

His legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Don’t pull out,” he whispered. “I want all of it.”

You rolled your hips deep and steady, fucking him into the sheets while his pretty eyes fluttered and his mouth spilled breathy moans.

“You like that? You like being full of me?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed. “Feels so good. I feel so full, I’m gonna—”

You silenced him with a kiss, thrusting harder now, sweat dripping from your body onto his. He was a mess beneath you: whimpering, crying out, clinging. Every thrust knocked a soft cry from his throat.

His cock twitched untouched between you. “I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered. “I can’t—please, please don’t stop.”

“Cum for me, Soul. Show me how good it feels.”

He arched with a cry as his body tightened around you, cum spurting up between you. His walls pulsed around your cock, milking you, and you groaned as your orgasm hit, fucking your load deep inside him, grinding in until you were completely spent.

He gasped as you stayed inside, soft kisses pressed to his damp face.

“That was so good,” he whispered.

You stroked his hair. “You were perfect.”

He blinked up at you, cheeks still flushed. “Can we do that again tomorrow?”

You smiled.

“We’re not done tonight.”

morning after blooper.

You’re helping Soul shower and clean up when there’s a knock on the door. Neither of you answer. Ten minutes later, Keeho strolls in with breakfast bags… only to spot Soul’s cum-stained hoodie and your underwear drying on the bathroom door handle.

He freezes mid-step, squints at the evidence, and then just sighs loudly.

“Y’all are nasty. Eat your eggs.”

He throws the bag on the bed and leaves without another word.

“I told you not to hang it there!”

“What, and leave it in the bed instead?!”

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lions den

SUMMARY: yang jungwon has never liked yn. he doesn't like how loud he is, he doesn't like how he disrupts class to make stupid jokes, and jungwon DEFINITELY doesn't like how kissable his lips are.

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Gym Partner

dom! Intak x sub! m. reader | wc: 5k | nsfw

desc: You and Matthew are finally out of school and ready for your vacation when a mysterious man catches your eye and a spark ignited between you two

⚠️ content: mdni, oral, fingering, anal, public, pet names (baby), unprotected sex (stay safe irl!!), sweat, restraining, finishing inside, matthew - zb1 mentioned, let me know if i missed anything !!

a/n: hello everyone !! this is my first ever fic so i apologize if it isnt the best, hopefully i get a little better as i go haha, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless !!

"We're finally here! This hotel is so nice it's even better than the pictures!" you said excitedly.

You and Matthew have been planning this getaway for months and it finally is the day. After months of studying, quizzes, projects, labs, you two have finally gotten to your long-awaited destination - Jeju Island. You quickly get out of the cab, grabbing your luggage from the trunk, and start to head towards the entrance of the hotel. Upon walking in, you are greeted with the spacious area that is lit up by the sunlight through the windowed walls.

"Let's hurry up and check in, we're already late and I really want to hit the beaches before it's dark outside." Matthew said, already speed walking towards the check-in desk. You quickly follow behind him, trying carefully not to drop anything on the way.

"Hello! Welcome to the Harmony Hotel, who are we checking in today?"

"Matthew and Y/N."

"Okay, can I just see your ID's?"

You and Matthew fumble through your bags to find your wallets. After a few moments, you finally find them and hand the check-in receptionist your ID's.

“Okay, looks good! You guys will be in room 127, enjoy your stay here!"

The receptionist reaches out to hand your check-in card for your room. You and Matthew glance at each other to see who will get the card since both of your hands are full with luggage. After an awkward moment, Matthew decides to grab it and head towards the elevator to go to your room.

“Well, that was awkward, why didn't you just grab it? You have less shit to carry." Matthew said, a little annoyed by the act.

"Because you're older, you're supposed to be a good example for the youth. Now, will you be a gem and click the button to call the elevator?"

Matthew sighs loudly and reaches out to the button.

click

You two are having random conversations about how excited you are to be here, what you two will do while you are here, and the beautiful, warm weather outside. In the midst of your conversation, the elevator reaches you guys. When the elevator opens, that's when you see him - the most perfect man you've ever seen in your life. He had blonde hair, was tall, and god he was hot. He was wearing a tank top that was perfectly fitted to show off his bulging chest muscles and biceps. It was cut on the sides so you could see the skin of his toned abs and ribcage. He looked up from his phone as the door opened to see you and Matthew standing in front of him.

"Sorry, excuse me." He quickly stammered, moving out of the way to allow you access to enter the elevator. As he was passing by, you two made eye contact, and the world stopped for a moment. His hazel-brown eyes were captivating you, and right before he was outside of your field of vision, he flashed a cocky smirk at you. In that moment, you felt a heat in your core, one that could only be explained by one thing: lust. You and Matthew entered the elevator and headed up to the 10th floor where your room was.

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Upon arriving at the room, Matthew fumbled through his pockets once again to find the room key. He found it after searching for a few seconds and pressed it against the lock.

click

The door unlocked, and you two entered your room. The room was huge for it being for just the two of you. It had two queen beds, a kitchen area, and a spacious bathroom upon entering to your right. You two quickly entered and quickly claimed your respective beds and started to unpack. You lay on the bed after a long day of traveling. It felt so nice to just lay down for a moment.

"Come on, Y/N, I want to go to the beach before it gets dark outside!" Matthew exclaimed as he jumped on your bed to get you to sit up.

"Relax Matthew it's literally only 2 p.m, we can chill for a second before we go out. It doesn't even get dark until 7 anyways so calm down." You say as you lay back down. Matthew grunts at you before he goes back to his bed. He starts to unpack his stuff for the bathroom so he can clear off his bed more to pass the time until you decide you're ready to go to the beach.

"Ok, well since you're being such a sissy I'm gonna take a quick shower, I feel disgusting." Matthew gathers his swimming shorts and heads over to the bathroom. With a swift shut to the door, you hear the water start to fall as he starts the shower waiting for it to heat up. You start to scroll through your phone and slowly start to drift off into a nap while watching tiktoks. You can feel your eyelids getting heavier as it becomes almost impossible to keep them open, and after two minutes you are out cold asleep on your bed.

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You are awoken to the sound of your hotel door opening and Matthew walking back in with wet footsteps from being at the beach. You stretch your body as you start to fully wake up from what was supposed to be your nap.

"YO LOSER, YOU NEVER FUCKING WOKE UP FROM YOUR NAP YOU ASSHOLE!" Matthew screams at you. You quickly check your phone, 8:37pm. You look around and notice it is almost completely dark aside from the dim lighting from inside. You look at Matthew, who is preparing to jump on you, angry he has to go to the beach by himself. As soon as you process what is going on, he jumps on you starting to wrestle with you. You manage to get on top of him to calm him down, pinning his arms above his head and locking his wrists with your hands, barely able to keep him under your control since he's still wet from just leaving the beach.

"Matthew what the hell is wrong with you? I literally just woke up and you already want to mess around like this? At least put on a shirt to make it less weird or dry off, now my beds all wet you dickhead." You get off of him, annoyed at his actions. He quickly gets up, scanning the room for his shirt he discarded earlier. He chuckles at his actions as he stands up to put it back on.

"Hahaha, sorry Y/N. We're both guys don't act like being shirtless is weird, we've seen each other shirtless countless of times. I'll change your sheets for you so they're not wet anymore." He starts to strip the bed of the sheets as you go to one your bags to get your gym clothes.

"It's ok Matthew, I missed my workout anyways, I'll hit the gym while you do this for me." You head to the bathroom to quickly strip yourself of your wet clothes and change into your gym clothes, an athletic tank top and a pair of short shorts, revealing most of your legs and almost the bottom of your ass. You step out of the bathroom and Matthew is stunned.

"Jesus Y/N, are you going to the gym or working the corner?" He says covering his eyes at the sight of you in such revealing clothing.

"Haha very funny, don't do anything else stupid while I'm gone." You say as you open the door to go towards the elevator. You wait for a moment for the elevator to arrive to you, when the door opens. You enter and head towards the 5th floor and queue your workout playlist while in the elevator to get you in the mood.

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You arrive at the entrance to the gym when you see something familiar at the dumbbell area , fluffy, blonde hair. You immediately choke up as you get a flashback to the mysterious man from the elevator and get the familiar feeling in your core. You hesitate to open the door, nerves overpowering you until you finally grip the doorknob. You finally enter the room and see it's just the two of you. He is lying down on the seat, sweat dripping from almost every part of his body. He is still wearing the same shirt from earlier, except it is drenched and you wonder how he is comfortably working out like this. His chest is rising and falling as he lifts his weights, until he finishes his rep and sits up to take a break from his workout. He notices you and looks you up and down. You immediately look away pretending to not be looking at him, but he already knows he has you hooked. You start to head towards the treadmill to start your workout when you notice him smirking at you, the same smirk he gave you earlier. He goes back to lying down, but this time he slightly lifts his shirt up, revealing his tanned skinned and toned abs. You feel your legs almost give out at the sight, the seductive act was almost too much for you. 'fuck' you thought, starting to speed walk on the treadmill. As he is lifting his weights you can hear him, deep grunts every time he raises his arms. He wasn't doing this before so you know he's doing it to get your attention - and god it was working. He finished his second rep and sits up again - staring directly into your eyes. His gaze was like a predator trying to hunt their prey. That's when he stands up and reaches for the bottom of his drenched shirt, lifting it above his head and tossing it to the side, still looking directly into your eyes as he does the act - and you completely fold. He has you around his finger and he knows it. His body was made from the heavens - perfect 8-pack abs, protruding pecs that were just asking to be touched, bulging biceps that looked like they took months of working out to obtain - and all you could do was stare at the god-sent sight in front of you.

"Take a picture baby, it'll last longer than you just staring like a deer in headlights." He said, giving you a cocky grin as he rubbed his stomach, knowing you wished it was you doing the act. He starts to walk over towards you, wiping sweat from his forehead. He stops in front of you and leans onto the treadmill you're using. He stares deeply into your eyes and turns off your machine, guiding you towards the wall once it fully turns off to cage you in with his arms. He looks down at you and your revealing outfit, the sight making his blood rush. He could feel himself slowly getting hard at the sight of you in these shorts and his mind was wondering how you would look under him without them, completely at his mercy. You place your hands on his chest - so slick with sweat that you couldn't ground your hands, having them slip down his chest and abdomen. You could see his bulge through his basketball shorts, slowly getting bigger as you felt him up. He leans in and you could smell the musk from his sweat from his workout - a very manly smell making you slowly get hard yourself.

"Are you gonna keep fucking around and teasing me or are you gonna do something about this issue you created?" He lifts one of your legs around his waist and you almost lose your balance, but he hold you by your waist. He pushes his hips into yours and you can feel his member through his shorts, and you needed it in you as soon as possible. You hold onto his shoulders to ground yourself as you look down at the sight, him giving you a sneak peak as to what was soon going to come. You moan into the crease of his neck, feeling heat gathering everywhere in your body, and you could

barely handle it. You keep staring at the door to make sure you didn't get caught, but a part of

you wanted to get caught like this.

"Fuck your so big, I need you so bad please give it to me" You desperately moan in his ear, making him even more needy for you. He lets your leg down to palm you through your shorts, feeling the wetness that he's created. He smirks at what he's done and stares into your eyes when he grabs your wrist so you start doing the same to him. You can feel how hard, wet, and most importantly, big he is. He grunts at the sudden friction he has on his member and leans back into yours ear.

"Let's go back to my room, I just wanted to show you what's about to happen to you." He says as he walks over to grab his shirt again. You stand there, dazed at what just happened and you can barely move - all you do is stare in awe at what just transpired as he puts his shirt back on before he exits. Before he opens the door he turns to look at you.

"Cmon now, don't act like you haven't been thinking about this since we saw each other at the elevators." You gather your thoughts as he said that and start to gather your things. Once you head towards the door he opens the door for you and you quickly make your way to the elevator. Anticipation was swallowing both of you while waiting for the elevator after what had just transpired.

"So before we do this we should at least know each other's name," you ramble trying to get rid of the awkwardness of waiting for the elevator, " my name is Y/N, what's yours?"

"Intak." He says sternly, trying to keep his composure while rock hard after what just happened and thinking of what he's gonna do to you later. Once he introduced himself the elevator door opens. You both enter and head to his room to what would soon be the best nights of your lives.

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After what seemed like forever of waiting in the elevator and awkward silence after what just happened in the gym, you finally reach his floor with a *ding* from the elevator. You feel the elevator slow down to a halt as a pit in your stomach begins to become more and more noticeable when you realize what is happening. You're really about to hook up with the hottest guy you've ever seen during your first night on Jeju Island. The thought alone making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. The elevator door opens and Intak slaps your ass, gesturing you out of the confined space. You look back out of shock and look up at him, giving that damn smirk again. You two quickly exit the elevator and head towards his room.

beep

Intak opens the door and holds it open for you to enter. You walk inside and the weight of the air hits you like a truck. The room is a little more confined than the room you and Matthew had, but that was a given considering he was by himself. You scan the room to see his belongings scattered across the room, his bag with his clothes on the desk, a cup of pop on the nightstand next to the bed, his other luggage on the complete other side of the room. You hear Intak close the door after entering behind you and you walk over to have a seat on his bed, heat filling your body as the anticipation between you two builds even higher. He walks over to you until he's standing in front of you looking down at you, your face eye level with his torso. You fight the urge to look forward at his length like it was calling out your name, begging for you to please its desires. Intak rubs your shoulder in slow circles to build up the mood.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" He asks as he moved from your shoulder to the back of your head, lightly grabbing your hair in his hand. The sudden act makes you let out a slight gasp, eyes lightly shutting and your mouth opening slightly.

"Yes, please I need all of you." You moan out, reaching out to caress his thighs. You feel the lightly clothed muscle tense up under you at the contact and your voice. He shoves your head towards his crotch, making you start to lick his member through his shorts as you take in his manly scent. You moan into the motion as his head falls back in pleasure, breathy groans coming from his throat. You feel him getting harder and harder under your tongue as you look up at him to a heavenly view of Intak's expressions. His head rolled back exposing his neck that's just asking to be marked up all over. His chest rising and falling as you pleasure him through his shorts, making you hard yourself. He looks down at you as you're working your mouth on him and he pulls your head back, revealing the tent in his shorts and the wetness you created from your action. He shoves you on your back, a quiet squeak from the bed radiates as you fall back. Intak quickly removes his shirt once again and follows you to lay on the bed, capturing your lips with his. You welcome his weight on top of you as he captures your body between his muscular arms. You wrap your legs your legs around his waist as you feel his body up and down, the tense muscles of his abdomen still slightly wet from his workout earlier. He begins to grind his hips into you, causing a satisfying friction between the two of you. You both moan into each other's mouths, feeling each other's hardness rub against each other. After some time, he sits up and starts rubbing himself through his shorts, and you knew what was coming. Your thoughts racing in your mind because of how excited you were at the forbidden acts you two are participating in.

"Why don't we pick up where we left off baby." He seductive said, as he starts to get off of

you to stand back up again. You nod at his proposal and get up from your lying position to get on your hands and knees on the bed. You reach out towards Intak as you grasp the hem of his shorts to tug them down along with his boxers. His member springs from its confinements, slapping his abdomen as it pops out. All you can do is stare at it. It was so hard, leaking with precum already from the acts you two shared earlier, and above everything - it was the biggest you've ever seen. He makes his way back onto the bed, lying down resting his head on the pillows and resting his hands behind his head, giving you easy access to any part of his body you wanted. The seductive scene was almost too much for you and you start to feel hot at how he was staring right into your eyes while completely naked and vulnerable in front of you.

"Come on baby don't be shy, let's see what you got under those layers." Intak looked you up and down after saying that and you almost lost it on the spot, but manager to keep your composure or at least what was left of it. You stand up and start to remove articles of clothing, starting with your shirt, then your shorts just leaving you in your boxers. You crawl back onto the bed to get next to Intak as he caught your lips with his. You moaned into the wet, warmth that was his mouth and reached out to start feeling his body. He let out breathy grunts as you were feeling him, quivering under your touch excited for what was about to happen. You move your kissed from his mouth to his neck, making him lean his head back for easier access for his pleasure. You then start making your way down, to his chest, to his abdomen, lastly, to his member. You grasped it in your hand giving it gentle strokes as more precum started coming out. You hear Intak moaning slightly louder as you start jerking him off, explicits leaving his throat as you start to quicken your pace with him. You look up to see how pleasured he is and as he looks down to lock eyes with you, you start to lick his base. The long, wet, warm length felt so good against your tongue, the saltiness from the sweat against your buds. He grips your hair in his hand then pushed himself into your mouth. He wasn't forceful, just guiding your head down his length as you took him in. Your warmth around him was like heaven to him, it took everything in him not to push your head down on him.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good around me." He moans out. His praises making you even more aroused and needy, going faster and further down on him. You hear him sit up, followed by the cold air hit your skin as he pulled your boxers down leaving you completely naked. You felt a smack sending a shock down your body making you moan at the sensation. Intak then licks his two fingers, then starts to tease your hole. You let him out your mouth with a pop as he sticks his fingers in, causing you to moan out loud.

"Be careful baby, remember we have people around us. You wouldn't want them to hear how needy you are for me now would you?" You can only whimper as a response as he starts stroking his long fingers in and out of your hole, causing you to arch your back out of pleasure. As he starts to pick up his pace, you lay your face on his thigh, slowly losing your mind over how much just his fingers are giving you bliss.

"Do my fingers feel good inside your tight hole?" He says as he adds one more finger. You bite down on his thigh to not let out another loud moan. You try to answer his question but the pleasure was taking over, causing you to not be able to respond, just giving moans and whines under the touch of his fingers inside of you.

"Use your words, I won't know unless you do." He explains, knowing that he has such a strong hold on how you're feeling.

"Y-yes, you feel so good in me." You whine out, trying your best to muster the strength to talk through your pleasure. Intak then removes himself from you, and you whimper at the emptiness he has left you with. He then stands up and goes to his bag, where he pulls out a bottle of lube. You start to touch yourself at the thought of him being inside of you once again. He walks over to you where he looks down at your desperation and pushes you on your back. You hear the bed squeak as he positions himself in between your thighs, capturing your lips once again. He sits back up to lather his hand with lube and pumps himself a few before lining himself up with your entrance. You look down at him, grasping his shoulders as he starts to push himself into you. You bite your lip to hide the moan from the stretch as he continues to enter you. He finally bottoms out and you roll

your head back in pleasure and slight pain at the intense stretch from Intak. He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size before he finally starts shifting his hips back and forth into you. You can no longer hold your moans back and honestly, you didn't care who heard you and Intak. Clearly neither did he as he started to pump in you faster, causing the bed to rock and squeak with every thrust he did. You try to hide your face to focus on the sensation he was giving but when you try he grabs both of your wrists and pins them at your side.

"Don't hide your face, I wanna see how good I'm making you feel when I fuck you stupid like this." He exclaims. The act turning you on even more than earlier as he begins to stare into your eyes.

"Say my name." Intak states as he slows his pace, making you try to move your hips to feel the sensation you did just moments ago. Intak pins your hips down with his strong arms so you're unable to move, his thrusts slow but deep.

"Don't be a brat do as I say. Now, say my name." He demands you, turning you on even more which you thought was impossible at this point.

"I-Intak." You whine out, wanting more of him inside of you as soon as possible.

"Louder."

"Intak!!" You borderline yell out. He smirks at you and starts to quicken his pace, pounding into

your hole. The room filled with wet sounds, skin on skin, and the bed squeaking with every hard thrust Intak feeds you. You can tell he is getting close as his thrusts become less rhythmic and sloppy, so you take this opportunity to try to regain some control over him.

"Please Intak let me ride you." You desperately plead as he pounds into you. He smiles after hearing your offer and slowly leaves your hole, shifting to lay on his back, ready for you to straddle him. You quickly get up to put your legs on each side on his thighs as you lean in to give him sloppy kisses as he grasps your waist, giving you light slaps on your thighs and ass. You give him a few pumps as you both make out and then you get up to line him with you once again. His hands still on your hips as you sink onto him, making him throw his head back in pleasure. You wait a bit before moving to readjust to his size, then start going up and down on him after a couple seconds. His hands everywhere on your body as you ride him, your chest, your thighs, your hips. You then grab his wrists to pin his hands above his head, the same he did to you moments before. You stare at the muscles in his arms flex, hinting at how close he is.

"Karmas a bitch isn't it." You huff out as you quicken your pace on him making the bed lightly tap the wall. Intak's core tightens as you get faster on his member, his face wincing at the warm feeling of you bouncing on him. You lick his body, from his neck to his chest, savoring every flavor of him you can get. The musk of him getting stronger as you get him even closer to the edge.

"I'm about to cum, where do you want it baby?" He asks, closing his eyes as to not finish before you answer him.

"In me I need it bad Intak please cum in me!" You whine out, moaning at the question. He then frees one of his wrists to stroke you, and you start to feel heavenly. You feel yourself getting closer to finishing after all this time of teasing yourself. You continue to bounce on him, up and down, until you cum all over Intaks chest. Your legs start to shake and you're suddenly unable to move anymore under the feeling of Intak stroking your sensitive length. He taken this opportunity free his other wrist to grasp your waist and start pounding up into you from the position. You moan uncontrollably, hands resting on Intaks muscular chest as you're at his mercy. With one final powerful thrust he finishes, his cum pushed deep inside you as he fills you. He stays in this position, completely inside of you for a while until he finally pulls out, watching as his seed starts to flow out of you. You look at each other, chests rising and falling, sweat dripping from the two of you, and the climax of your night is coming down. You lay next to Intak as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You two give each other one final kiss then head to the shower where you two wash up. You two finish and change back into clothes as you glare into each other's eyes.

"So how long are you staying in Jeju for?" Intak asks, smiling from ear to ear.

"For a week, hopefully I'll be able to see you again?"

"Of course. Here's my number, just text me and I'll let you know what I'm up to." He takes your phone and types his number and saves his contact 'Intaki tak tak'. You giggle at how silly he's able to be as you head towards the door. You say your goodbyes for now as you head back to your hotel room and you only had two things on your mind. 1. How that was the best sex you've ever had and 2. How are you going to explain this to Matthew when you get back to your room.

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party 4 u

sunghoon x m!reader | nsfw (mdni) | wc; 1.6k

desc : you and Sunghoon sneak into a bathroom at a party and he gives you a night you wont forget

⚠️ content : risky sex, blowjob, head pushing, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), rough sunghoon, finishing inside, let me know if i missed anything !!

The vibrations from the speakers filled your body as Sunghoon latched his lips onto yours. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the alcohol making your face feel warm, but you didn’t care at this point. Your hands roamed each other like your bodies were maps the two of you needed to memorize. The taste of his strawberry chapstick lingers on your tongue as you feel his warm hands slide up your shirt, feeling your toned abdomen.

He quickly presses you against the counter, moving his mouth from your lips to your neck. You cover your mouth as you let out breathy moans to not let anyone hear you. He took that as a challenge as he picked you up so you sat on the counter and moved his hands up to your nipples, playing with the sensitive skin.

“F-fuck, ahh.”

You quietly let out as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You feel him smirking against your neck at how he’s making you feel. He spreads your legs wider, positioning himself in between you as he presses himself against you. You feel his dick getting harder and harder as he grinds his hips into you, teasing you on what you’re gonna get soon. You feel your own cock get harder as the acts go on against his own. The friction quickly builds between the two of you, causing you to almost moan louder than you should be.

Sunghoon quickly strips you of your shirt, revealing your bare chest to him. He quickly follows, taking his own shirt off revealing his muscular build. You place your hands on his broad shoulders as you stand back up, stealing his lips with yours once again. You pushed him against the wall, the warmth of your bare skin against each other was intoxicating. Your hand finds his hard cock bulging out of his pants, begging for your attention.

The strong scent of his cologne hit your nose like a truck while you two made out. It was taking over you, making your need for him stronger. You move to kiss and worship his body, everything from his neck, his chest, his abs, all the way down to his cock. The sight of you on your knees in front of him riled him up even more – he felt something primal come over him.

He grabbed the back of your head and forced your face into his hard length, making you tongue the clothes over his dick. You moan into him, the natural musk making you even hornier than you already were. The gaze you two shared were mutually hungry for each other.

“You want my cock baby?”

He asks you as you drool over his pants waiting for him to pull out his cock. You him into him – you felt his cock twitch at the sudden vibration. He gives you a nod and you take your mouth off of him to slide your fingers through the top of his pants. You quickly drop his pants along with his boxers, leaving his bottom half completely exposed. His dick was so long, so hard, leaking with precum at the tip.

Your eager mouth couldn’t handle another second. You wrap your hand around his thick length, stroking it slowly as more precum comes out. You look up to see his expression above you – his face winced as his mouth opens to let out quiet groans. He places his hand on the top of your head to balance himself. You slowly lean forward to place your tongue onto his shaft, taking in the salty flavor of his cum. You lick from his tip down to his shaft, showing love to every bit of him.

“Good boy, just like that.”

His sudden praise makes you feel something inside of you. You finally take his cock fully into your mouth, wrapping it in the heat of your throat. You reach down into your own pants to pull out your erection, slowly stroking it to build up to your own climax. The pleasure you feel around yourself makes you moan around his dick, causing him to twitch inside of your mouth. The risk of the situation made you feel even hotter – all the people outside of the bathroom not knowing the two of you were fucking in the bathroom filled you with adrenaline.

Sunghoon leans his head back in pleasure as he grips your hair into the hand on your head. He begins to fasten and deepen the strokes of your mouth, causing you to gag around his cock. You felt him hit the back of your throat over and over again until he held you down, fully swallowing his entire length. You couldn’t breathe but you didn’t care. You just wanted to please Sunghoon the best you could. Become his personal toy just to fuck for the night.

He finally let go of you after a few seconds of staying there. Your saliva was all over him, a string of it connecting him to your mouth. You gasp for air trying to recover from him when he pulls you up to capture your lips once again. You felt his hands come around you, framing your ass into his grasp. You moan into his mouth as he grips you tighter, desperate for him to finally be inside of you.

“Let’s hurry up, don’t wanna leave our friends waiting for us.”

“Please, I need it now.” With your whining, he turns you around, his chest resting against your back as he reaches around to jerk you off. You feel his hardness against your ass, you slowly grind against him, teasing him until he loses his control. He doesn’t give a warning or any preparation before he begins to slide his dick inside of you. You cover your mouth to not be loud as he stretches your hole, the foreign feeling burns but it feels so good. You reach your mouth to cover your moans when he grabs your wrist with one hand to pin it behind you.

“Don’t hide how good I make you feel. Go ahead let the whole house know how good I’m fucking you right now.” You can’t even respond with how deep his dick is reaching inside of you. He hits your spot with ease, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. He finally bottoms out inside of you, sitting there as you adjust to his size. After some time, he begins moving. In and out, very slowly but deep strokes inside of your ass. You can’t control the sounds you’re releasing as he fucks you like it was his last time ever having sex.

He releases your wrist to pull your head up making you stare at your fucked out face he’s given you. Sweat coating both of your bodies making your skin look silky, you watch as his dick enters and exits you with ease like you were made to take him.

“Yeah, watch while I fuck you. Look at yourself being such a whore on my cock.” That’s all you could do, you were under his total control – under his mercy. His pace begins to pick up as skin on skin begins to fill the room. The only thing you could hear was him fucking the life out of you. The only thought you had was his dick going in and out of you right now. He was fucking you stupid and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You feel him reach around your body to grab your cock to start jerking it off once again. The stimulation is too much for you as your knees buckled under his touch. The combination of the warmth from his chest along with his breath on your neck intoxicated you. You felt the sweat transfer from his body onto yours as it dripped onto you after every thrust.

Sunghoon quickly removes himself from you, causing you to whine out from the loss of him. He quickly flips you around positioning your legs over his shoulders as he sticks his dick back inside if you. His pace is evidently faster and sloppier – you could tell he was close. He begins to moan more frequently, more needily, more guttural. The feeling of him pistonint his length inside of you was driving your mind wild, running at a million miles an hour.

He jerks your cock faster as you feel yourself twitch into his hand – loads of precum coat yourself, his hand, and inside of you from him. You stare into his eyes deeply, not able to say anything, just moan from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Are you about to cum? You can let go. I wanna see you cum all over yourself.” With his words you instantly release like his they were a key to a lock. Your juices coat your abdomen and chest while he continues inside of you. You grasp onto his shoulder to ground yourself from the stimulation.

“Fuck I’m about to cum y/n. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Cum inside me please I need it!” He smirks at the effect he has on you, so needy to be filled up by him. He thrusts inside of you a few more times until he gives you one last, deep thrust, painting your insides with his cum. You feel his warm load filling you up as Sunghoon tilts his head back in pleasure, exposing his sharp jawline and toned chest muscles. He stays there for a bit, riding out his high you’ve given him. When he finally comes down, he pulls out of your gaping hole. Both of you gasping for air, sweat coating your bodies, and adrenaline slowly coming down.

“That was amazing y/n, let’s do that again sometime. Promise I’ll be nicer to you”

[gnusihcom]

make it bouncy

sub! wooyoung x dom! reader | nsfw (mdni) | wc: 1.9k

desc : you drive Wooyoung crazy, begging and pleading for you until you give into his needs

⚠️ content : praise, begging, riding, blowjob, body worship (m! receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe irl), finishing inside, bondage, orgasm control

Your hand traveled his body, feeling his muscles twitch at the slightest touch of you. The way your fingers slowly grazed over the skin of his chest sent shivers through his body. The room was filled with the sound of Wooyoung’s sharp inhales caused by your teasing. You look down on him, his mouth agape and his eyes teary, under your control.

“Is there something you want? You have to tell me or else I won’t know.”

You rhetorically ask. The answer was obvious, you were driving him mad and wanted satisfaction from you. Your hand sneaks lower, now above the band of his boxers. The sudden shift in feeling made him wince – he clearly wanted you lower but you weren’t giving him what he wanted. What he needed.

“P-please I want you around me. I want you to make me feel good. I want you to make me cum.”

He whined out, making you grin at the sound of him begging for you. The erotic scene makes your brain race, makes your core fill with heat. You remove your hand from his skin, his eyes carefully watching you as you position yourself in between his widely spread legs.

The bed squeaks as you lower your weight onto the bed fully. You take his muscular thighs into your hands, feeling them tense under you. You lower your head to the muscle as you lick and kiss him, worshiping him like he was sculpted just for you. The contrast of his cool skin and the warmth of your tongue caused erotic sounds to come out of him. You look up to him to see his reaction, his chest rising and falling quickly while he gasps for air. You smirk at how you make him so horny and needy so fast.

“Calm down baby, I haven’t even touched your dick and you’re already going crazy for me.”

“I-I’m sorry. I just love the way you make me feel. How you treat me. It gets me so excited.”

You go back to his muscle, now licking up his thigh getting closer to his cock. The intensity of the scene causes him to get rock hard so fast. The restraints around his wrist tighten as he tries to move around but are bound by them, causing his arms to flex at the confinements. You finally reach his erection, bulging out of his boxers begging for your attention. The musk of him hits your nose, making your arousal stronger and need for him greater.

You give his dick kisses outside of the thin layer of clothing, feeling it twitch under your lips. You feel his body shifting at the feeling, his desperation for you very evident. You kiss from his shaft to his tip, licking the wet spot coming from him. The saltiness of his precum hits your tongue, a taste you loved from him. You kiss up to his waist and reach his waistband once again, Wooyoung being left a moaning mess under you.

You bite at the fabric trapping his erection while staring into his glossy, teary eyes as you slowly lift the clothing off of him. The thin barrier between you and his dick was slowly peeled off by you until it stood tall in front of you, longing for your touch. Precum oozes out of his tip as your mouth hovers around his length. The warm breeze of your breath making contact with his shaft drove him wild.

“Please, I want your mouth around me. Please baby, please.”

You take pride in breaking him down like this, making him nothing but a horny mess wanting to cum quickly. You listen to his pleads, leaning into his core licking his shaft gently. He lets out breathy moans and grunts from the pleasure you give him. His hips buck into you, craving more friction around him. You listen to his body’s needs and start to lick up to his sensitive tip.

Your tongue cleans the precum you’ve made him produce before taking his base into one of your hands and taking him into your mouth. Wooyoung’s legs quiver at the feeling of you around him, the pleasure almost too much for him to handle. His erotic sounds fill the room as he tenses under your tongue, swirling around him at a fast pace.

“F-fuck yeah, just like that. Keep doing that please baby.”

You hum in response to his needs. The vibration from your throat could be felt into his stomach as he clenches his muscles in response. His back arches off the bed, his chest heaves up and down, moans flood your ears as you begin to pick up your pace around him, adding your hand to also jerk him off while taking him in your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch in your hands, a clear sign he was already getting close. You remove your hand from his base, allowing you to swallow him deeper into your throat. His cock hits the back of your throat – over and over and over again. You hold yourself down on him, the hairs on him tickling your nose as your breathing becomes restricted by his dick. Wooyoung can’t even make noises, he just watched the scene unfold in front of him in bliss as his mouth fell open.

You release him out of your mouth entirely, a loud pop is heard throughout the room. He groans at the loss of your warmth around him, trying his best to catch his breath as your fingers wrap around him once again. You slowly jerk him off, making him whine out loud as you kiss his solid abs. You lick every bit of him, worshipping his godly body while you feel him tense up from your tongue and your hand.

“Fuck I’m about to cum. Please let me cum.”

He begs you, but you have other plans. You release him from your grasp as your hands and mouth sneak up to his nipples, one being sucked and one being fondled by your hand. His whines become louder, music to your ears. You begin to slowly shift your weight on top of him, straddling his waist while playing with him. You slowly grind down on him, his warm, hard cock teasing your hole that was so needy for him.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet baby, I haven’t even had my fun with you yet. You can last a little longer for me right?”

You continued grinding down on him, harder after your statement. He could only respond in breaths, moaning at the friction between you and his dick. You smirked at the mess you’ve made of him. You stand up, removing your pants and underwear leaving you open for him. You straddle back on him, taking his dick into your hand. You stroke up – once, then twice before lining him up with your hole.

You slowly sank down onto him, filling your hole with his thick, warm, hard cock. The stretch was intense, like it was your first time ever having sex with him. You moaned at the foreign feeling of him while lowering yourself onto him. His head is thrown back onto the pillows, trying not to scream at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. He bites his bottom lip to quiet his moans for you, body tensing at the feeling of his cock being consumed by you.

You finally bottom out, leaning forward as you rest, adjusting to his size while you look into his eyes. You both are breathing heavily, your hands resting on his chest as you feel it raising. The skin was coated in sweat, making him glisten against the light from the room. He looked beautiful. His hair sticking to his forehead, his mouth agape as he breathes, his exposed, toned body asking for you to take it into your grasp. Your core filled and twisted with the heat that was quickly spreading through your entire body at the erotic scene.

You finally begin to shift your hips on him, fingers digging into the skin of his chest. The sound of moaning from the two of you and the bed squeaking filled the still room. You lean down into his neck, inhaling his scent and the sounds escaping his throat. You took his neck into your mouth, sucking at the salty skin as you kept your steady pace on him.

“You like that? You like how I feel around your cock? How tight I am around you?” You whisper into his ear.

“F-fuck you feel so good squeezing my dick just like that. Please keep doing that baby, I feel so good.”

You came back up to stare into his hazel, teary eyes. The look on his face could’ve made you cum right then and there, but you waited. You wanted the two of you to come to your climax at the same time, so you quickened your pace on him. Skin on skin soon follows as you grind your needy hips onto him deeper and fast. You capture his lips into yours, the both of you moaning into the other’s mouth.

“Fuck I’m about to cum Wooyoung!”

“Me too baby. Cum around my cock, please please please.”

His begging sent you over the edge, cumming harder than you have before. You twitch and clench around his cock as you come to a still to ride out your high. Your high pitched moans filled the room as your juices flowed all over him. Wooyoung wasn’t done though, he adjusts his legs to begin pistoning his dick inside of you. Your hole still sensitive and twitching around him made his climax come faster.

“I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”

You can’t even respond from the satisfaction his dick is giving you as you still ride your high out. He looked up at you with pleading eyes awaiting an answer from you, but it was too late. Soon after with one last deep thrust, he finished inside of you. You feel him shoot his white ropes of cum deep inside of you. The song of both of your moans are now the only thing in the room as everything seemed to slow down. You both stay still for a bit longer as the two of you come down from your highs.

You slowly lift off of him as you feel his dick continue to twitch from still being sensitive. Wooyoung winces at the loss of the warmth from your hole as he finally relaxes his body, catching his breath and wiping the lines of sweat from his forehead with his bicep. You come over to him and capture his lips with one last passionate kiss. You untie his wrists as he pulls you back into the bed, cuddling you as he continues the kiss. You both lay there in silence, in the warm embrace of each other before slowly dozing off to a deep sleep.

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Could I please request a Jisung (NCT) x male reader fic please with the main thing being a size kink where Jisung is shorter than his boyfriend (but not way shorter they’re just both tall like the reader would just be a bit taller and he loves making fun of Jisung playfully but in bed it’s the other way around) he makes up for it in other areas like his hands, feet, and most especially his dick which is way bigger than ours, and could there also be other things like Jisung having a breeding kink and including belly bulge from his dick please I’m a sucker for that in fics

I’m just a whore for the duck sick Jisung agenda pksjshs

best friend ever

dom! jisung x m!reader | nsfw (mdni) | wc; 1.9k

desc : you and Jisung had been friends for quite some and you always fantasized about fucking him, and finally that day has come

⚠️ content : size kink, belly bulging, big dick/dom jisung, cumming inside, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), fwb kind of, dirty talk, pet names, dirty talk, lmk if i forgot anything

a/n : omg my first request thank you so much !! hopefully it's good, sorry it took so long to write i suck at locking in and finishing it so i've been working on it on and off lol

You always had a thing for guys that were bigger than you. Height, hands, anything – especially dick size. Something about looking up and feeling smaller than someone turned you on and made your stomach fill with butterflies. So when you met Jisung, he was like a dream come true. He was slightly shorter than you not by much, but everything he had made up for it. His hands wrapped around your waist and throat with ease when playing with each other. His feet were way bigger than yours, easily three sizes bigger.

Your favorite thing about him however, was his huge dick. You’ve never seen it bare but you always catch a glimpse of it through his shorts and sweatpants whenever you two hang out. You’ve always wanted to hold it, suck it, worship it, but you never knew if he felt the same. You touched yourself often, thinking about him filling your tight, needy hole, moaning his name until you came hard into your hand.

One day on one of your regular hangouts, your fantasy would finally come true. You two were in his room just watching a movie together when a sex scene came on the screen. You had been eyeing him since you got there, the combination of his loose shorts and tight tank was driving you wild. You look over at him as you feel his weight shift in his bed. Your eyes shift in his direction and you notice the tent in his pants. He was hard and it was making you flustered.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sight of his dick bulging in his shorts makes your whole body tense up. You didn't know what to do, your mind went completely blank. Jisung looks back at you, sensing you staring at him. You frantically look back at the tv screen to avoid eye contact with him feeling your face flush red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong y/n? You like what you see?”

He shoots you a cocky smile as he moves his hand down, stroking his cock through the thin layer of clothing. Your mouth drops open at the sight, not believing it’s really finally happening. Your insides twist and fill with excitement as a response to his deep voice enticing you. You begin to feel your own erection form from the scene in front of you unfolding.

He begins to crawl slowly towards you, the bed creaking under him the closer he gets. Your heart beats faster the closer he gets, excited but nervous to enter this new territory with Jisung. He finally reaches you, the mix of his musk and his warm breath hits you quickly. He teases your lips, waiting for you to make the first move on him. He senses your desperation and wants to see how badly you want him.

You give into your temptations, grabbing his shoulders to pull him in, capturing his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. The sound of you two making out fills the room as his hand sneaks up your body. His hand teases your body through your shirt, breezing over your abdomen, your chest, reaching your throat. He takes your entire throat in his one hand, tightening his grip around you causing you to moan into his mouth slightly. The subtle pressure around you causes you to get lost in the moment.

He separates his mouth from your to look at your glossy, desperate eyes. The erotic sight of you so needy for his dick makes his erection stronger – his lust deeper.

"Tell me what you want y/n. I know you can do it.”

He positions himself between your legs, grinding his erection over the clothing separating him from your own dick. You can’t form words from the effect he has on you, only able to let out breathy moans under his touch. Your legs spread wider as if they had a mind of their own. The feeling of his cock on you drives you wild, soon becoming the only thing you can focus on.

“I said, tell me what you want. Don’t make me ask again, I won’t be nice about it next time.”

His demands hitting your ears makes your core tighten up – he has you wrapped around his finger. You buck your hips into his slow, deep strokes against you. You grip the sheets around you tightly to ground yourself. The friction from the two of you makes precum come out of your tip, an evident wet spot forming on your boxers.

"Please Jisung, I want you to fuck me so bad. Need your big dick so bad please let me have it.”

When you finish your sentence, he reaches down to the band of your sweatpants. You feel his long fingers take a hold of them as he quickly pulls them down along with your boxers. Your erection springs onto your stomach, a loud smack echoes through the room as the cold air hits you. Precum is leaking out from your dick, not hiding at all how horny you are for him.

“Fuck you’re leaking so much already. You want this dick that bad baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum, huh?”

Jisung reaches out to feel your cock, wrapping his calloused fingers around it. You hiss at the feeling of his warm fingers in contrast from the cool air once hitting your wet skin. He strokes you slowly – once, then twice – feeling you twitch in his grasp. The sight of him looking down at you in this state makes you quiver. Makes your back arch off the bed with desperation, wanting more of his touch.

He soon leaves the bed to reach into the nightstand nearby to pull out a bottle of lube. Soon after, he quickly slides off his shorts along with his boxer, revealing what he’s been hiding from you. Your eyes widen at the sight. It’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Your core fills with anticipation and anxiety, the conflicting feelings clashing making your stomach tense.

You reach down to your needy hole, trying to finger yourself as he lubes his dick up for you. Jisung spills the slippery substance onto his erection, rubbing it all over himself. The noises coming from him strengthen your arousal as you begin to insert a finger. A desperate moan escapes your throat, catching Jisung’s attention as he snaps his gaze towards you.

He quickly charges at you, grabbing your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. You gasp at the sudden aggression from him, the action turning you on further. He quickly discards your own pants and underwear, leaving you both bare at the bottom half. He slides your legs above his shoulder as he begins to line himself up with your hole.

"Did I say you could fucking touch yourself? You needy little slut, let me show you what happens when you don’t be patient for me.”

He quickly starts sliding his dick inside of you, the stretch he gives you is so intense. Your face winces at how thick he is. It almost feels like he’s going to tear you in half. You try to back off from him but he uses his free hand to keep you down in place.

“F-fuck Jisung, I don’t think I can take it all, you’re so big.”

“You’re gonna take it. Take this big dick like you were made for it. Take all of it.”

He finally bottoms out in you, gaining a loud groan from you as he sits inside of you. Your back arches off the back from satisfaction, wanting him to begin to move his hips. After some time he finally does, hitting your g-spot continuously with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin and your moaning fills the room as he fills you with slow, deep thrusts.

He uses his free hand to lift your shirt slightly, revealing your thin, toned abdomen. He presses down on your stomach as you look down, seeing his dick bulging from the inside of your stomach. The sight was so hypnotizing, you couldn’t look away from it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Yeah take this dick baby. Take every inch of it so I can cum deep inside of you.”

He moved one of your wrists to your stomach, feeling him deep inside of you from the outside. He slowly started speeding up his thrusts, drawing louder moans from you. As the heat of the moment catches up to Jisung, he quickly removes his shirt, revealing his sweaty, toned body. You reach out to him, feeling his abs. Feeling them tense with each thrust, rise and fall with each breath he takes.

He leans down into you, resting his face in the crevice of your neck. Soft moans escape his mouth as he cages you with his strong arms around you, biceps flexing trying to hold himself back. His breath hits your skin as you pull him in closer, your skin making contact sending heat at the connection. Sweat drips from his body on yours as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

He reaches in between the two of you, grasping your dick in his hand once again, jerking you off quickly to catch up to him. You moan deeply into his ear as your fingers dig into his muscular back, hard enough to leave marks. Your cock twitches in his hand, signaling you were almost at your climax.

“I’m about to cum Jisung. Can i cum, please let me, I want to so bad.”

He smirks at you, giving you a nod of approval. Soon after you came hard into his hand. Your body convulsed around him, squeezing and twitching his dick inside of you. You felt him twitching. He was about to follow right behind you.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill this tight hole and make my cum leak out of you. You want that baby?”

“Y-yes Jisung, give it to me I need it now!”

“Then be a good boy and take my whole load into you.”

With a few more sloppy thrusts from him, he stills with a deep thrust. He paints your insides with his cum as he leans his head back from the feeling of how your ass feels around him. you both breathe deeply, your chests heaving up and down as the two of you ride out your highs. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead as he looks down at you, watching as you take the last of his cum inside of you.

He slowly leaves your entrance, leaving you a moaning mess as his juices slowly flow out of you. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath from the intense moment the two of you just shared. He leans down, moving the hair that's stuck from the sweat on your forehead as he captures your lips in one last, savory kiss. Your hand finds his chest to ground yourself as you melt and moan into his mouth. He leaves your mouth, showing you a beautiful smile at you taking in how you look under him.

“Well y/n, do you wanna finish the movie or do you wanna go for round two?”

“What do you think Jisung?”

You reply to him as you wrap your arms around him, capturing his mouth sloppily as you anticipate him filling you up once again.

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UNSPOKEN

choi beomgyu x male reader

summary: where you express your feelings for him through small gifts.

it started with a keychain.

a soft, cute plush bear.

now hanging from his bag, serving as a reminder. that voice still rang in his head.

'it reminded me of you.'

you and beomgyu had been sitting side by side on a lone brick wall near the college building, sipping cheap vending machine drinks and store-bought snacks.

you jolted up right— suddenly remembering something— dug into your bag, and held out the little bear.

beomgyu looked at it. then at you. then back at the keychain.

"... that for me?"

you nodded. shoving the gift into his hands.

"thought you'd like it. reminded me of you"

he tried to suppress a smile, but the small twitch of his lips betrayed him. "you think i look like one?"

"yeah. soft. kinda dumb," a teasing glint in your eyes.

"hey!" he said, giving you a playful shove.

"you do know you can just compliment me, right? no need to insult me."

"dunno. have to balance it out, i have a nonchalant persona to maintain." you replied with a smirk.

that set him off giggling "you're so stupid."

he clipped it to the zipper of his backpack, deciding not to think too hard about it, but his chest felt a little too warm for a late fall morning.

it became a habit.

a small box containing a silver bracelet inside with a little guitar charm.

a leather-bound notebook for him write lyrics in— once you noticed it was a hobby of his.

a pack of cookies left on his desk when you realized he often forgot to bring lunch.

each time, you said the same thing.

he never made a big fuss, playing it off with playful jokes and teasing smiles.

but he kept everything. you noticed.

—

"you know," beomgyu said one day, while he laid under a tree, finding shapes in the clouds drifting past. "most people flirt with compliments."

the boy beside him stretched, arms crossed behind his head. "you think my method’s inferior?"

"i think you're oddly consistent," he replied, still gazing at the sky.

you turned to look at him. "consistency is romantic."

"...and kinda annoying." he retorted back, teasing.

you smirked. "still carrying the keychain?"

beomgyu said nothing.

he didn’t need to.

the cd came next.

it was a quiet friday night when you knocked on his dorm door, holding a plastic case with a cracked corner and messy handwriting on the front.

'soft hours. play me when...'

"you made me a mixtape?" beomgyu asked, genuinely surprised.

"don't make it weird," you mumbled. "they're just... songs for different occasions or ones i listen to when i think about you. it's whatever, really."

beomgyu's heart was doing flips. he turned over the cd, reading the tracklist, smiling to himself. "this is... really sweet."

"shut up. just play it already."

both of you sat cross-legged on the dorm floor, leaning against the edge of the bed. listening to the soft hum of acoustics and the occasional pop beats— just enjoying each other's presence.

beomgyu started returning the favor.

little things.

a tea bag labeled 'for your stress.'

a note on your desk: 'don't stress yourself out. drink water and take a nap.'

phone stickers of silly little animals.

then came winter.

snow dusted the courtyard. every student bundled in scarves and mittens, hands buried in jacket pockets.

your nose turned red. beomgyu's hands were always cold.

you didn't talk about what you were, didn't put a label to it. not yet.

but you shared more time, more space.

so when you handed him a box one late december evening—grey paper, black ribbon— beomgyu didn’t even question it.

the same gentle routine, the same phrase.

inside the box there was a small handmade ceramic parrot, imperfect. a crack in the glaze, lopsided head.

beomgyu stared at it for a long time. holding it like it was fragile, sacred; something to be preserved.

"...did you make this?"

you nodded. "took a pottery class. you said i needed a hobby,"

"why do you keep giving me things?" his voice was softer than usual, eyes searching your face for something real.

"because i don’t always know how to say things." you looked down, shrugging like it was nothing.

beomgyu took a breath. then—

"say it now."

you looked up, wide eyed. a flicker of vulnerability crossing your features.

finally you gained up the courage.

"you remind me of warm things. the kind of things that make you feel less alone, secure. i like myself when i'm with you. i don't know when i started thinking about you this way, but i did. now i can't stop."

he took a step closer. "you forgot to say something."

you blinked. "what you mean?"

"say you want to kiss me."

you stared at him. then laughed—breathless, nervous.

"i want to kiss you."

so you did.

that was the final gift.

not a mixtape. not a bracelet. not a plushy bear.

just the quiet, slow burn of feelings that had been building over time.

this moment— right here, just the two of you, felt like the most important thing you’d ever hold onto.

notes: thank you for reading! english is not my first language and feedback is very much appreciated.

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QUICK FIX GAY #16: BTS Jungkook x TXT Yeonjun (Big Brother, Little Brother)

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: BTS Jungkook x TXT Yeonjun

Content: Yeonjun and Jungkook film a home-made p*rno using the camera equipment from “Are You Sure?!”. Gay, Doggy style, Standing, Jerking off, Cumshot, Cum in mouth, On camera

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 961

Big Brother, Little Brother gay "Quick Fix" stories: An older and younger male k-pop idol are doing it. They refer to each other as "brothers" and the short stories in this collection showcase various funny or hot smut scenarios.

“Hey brother,” Yeonjun said when he walked into Jungkook's room wearing only a pair of swimshorts. “Are the cameras gone?”

They men of BTS had just finished filming. Jungkook stood shirtless in a pair of low-hanging jeans, trying to untangle a t-shirt. “Except that one,” he said and pointed.

Yeonjun smirked. “Wanna turn it on?”

Jungkook looked at his younger ‘brother’ and grinned. Then he gave up on the shirt, tossed it aside and pulled down his pants.

*****

Yeonjun was bent forward, hunching in front of the camera. His soaked swim shorts lay in a pile around his feet.

Jungkook, whose hair was still wet, had taken his jeans and underwear off. He was standing behind his friend, eyes closed, dick in Yeonjun's ass, grimacing while thrusting his hips.

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” Yeonjun moaned repeatedly. He had a naughty grin on his face, like an actor, and occasionally looked straight into the camera with a seductive smile.

“Mm, mm, mmpfh,” Jungkook groaned toward the ceiling. He rocked back and forth on his toes with a firm grip around Yeonjun's hips, fucking his brother good.

“Flex,” Yeonjun suggested and turned his head slightly. His body was shaking, moved by Jungkook's thrusts and pulls.

Jungkook opened his eyes and looked down, at the back of Yeonjun's head then at the twenty-something’s long back. He smirked, glanced at the camera, and flexed his buff chest and toned arms.

“How does it feel to be the it boy?” Jungkook asked and let his hands glide up Yeonjun's sides while pushing his dick in deeper and harder.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh, great,” Yeonjun panted, grimacing as Jungkook's cock filled him up.

“You're fucking cool,” Jungkook said, slightly jealous that he never got the same title.

“I know,” Yeonjun said and smirked. He was pretty proud of it.

*****

A little light on the camera was blinking. Jungkook pushed on Yeonjun's hip to turn him sideways, his dick still inside as they moved their feet on the floor to present their hot sex in profile. They both looked at the camera as they positioned themselves, and the home-made porno continued.

Jungkook, standing behind his bent friend, lowered himself slightly for a deeper penetration, and held on to Yeonjun's hip for balance. His own ass seen from the side was round and smooth, and his chest muscles clearly visible. He was quite satisfied with the look and angle.

Yeonjun grabbed on to a table. He arched his back and stuck his ass out. Jungkook started pulling and thrusting again.

Slowly at first, while he stood up straight and watched his shaft go in and out with a big grin on his face. Then fast, when he leaned back down and stroke his friend's ass and side.

Before long it was time for the finale. They both closed their eyes and faced straight ahead. Jungkook pushed and pulled, grunting while his groin clapped against Yeonjun's rear. Yeonjun grimaced and panted.

“Mm, mm, MMMPFH, MMMPFH!” the older brother said loudly as he came closer to an orgasm.

Yeonjun grabbed his dick and jerked it. He held it out under his stomach to make sure the camera would get the shot. He stroke his cock fast, flicking his wrist to match Jungkook's fast pace.

“Ahhh, ahhh, AHHHH!” he said and grimaced excessively, putting on quite a show.

Jungkook was getting hot and flustered. His voice was shaking and trembling. “Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm,” he said repeatedly, then announced to Yeonjun and the imaginary audience: “Ahhh, Ahhh, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!”

Yeonjun moved his hand faster and stuck his ass out further. “Ahhh, Ahhh, AH-AH-AH-AHHHHH!”

He was seconds from coming too but Jungkook beat him to it, as evident when the older brother suddenly opened his eyes wide, pulled out, grabbed his dick and held it over Yeonjun's ass and back.

“MMM, MMM, I'm coming!” he announced while furiously stroking his shaft. “Fu-uck, you're so hot! MMM, MMM, MMMMMPFH!”

His orgasm arrived and he ejaculated across Yeonjun's ass and spine. He grabbed his friend's tight cheek with one hand and squeezed it while he finished.

Yeonjun felt the hot cum on his skin but never stopped jerking. He kept flicking his hand and grimacing, until he suddenly swirled around and Jungkook, who had finished, immediately hunched down in front of him.

Yeonjun stood up straight and angled his dick toward the camera. Jungkook kneeled, closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Yeonjun came, and shot his load in Jungkook's face.

The man on his knees twitched and opened his mouth wider. Yeonjun on his feet clenched his ass cheeks and bucked his hips, spraying the lips near his cock with fresh cum.

“Ahhh, holy shit!” he exclaimed and panted loudly, and glanced down at Jungkook's hot face and body.

“Mmm,” Jungkook said and smiled, then swallowed.

They took a few seconds to calm down, then Jungkook slowly stood back up. They leaned in and kissed for the audience, touching and feeling each other's muscles. Yeonjun giggled when he got cum on his lips.

Finally Jungkook turned and walked directly toward the camera. He reached for it while Yeonjun stood naked and hot, dick still in hand, behind him.

Then the picture went black.

“We better delete that,” Yeonjun said when he bent down to pick his wet shorts up from the floor.

“Not before I save it on my phone,” Jungkook said and smirked. He walked naked with the camera in hand toward a laptop on the table, and playfully slapped his friend on the ass in passing. “But yeah, this can't get out.”

“Imagine that,” Yeonjun said and chuckled. ”If this made it into the show.”

Jungkook smiled wide and winked. “It would be our most viewed episode ever.”

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Witch!Hwang Hyunjin x Incubus!Male Reader

Imagine this. You, the reader, are an Incubus at a school for magical creatures, and you share a dorm room with Hyunjin, who is a witch.

Hyunjin lowkey has a crush on you but would never admit to it because he's a coward, so he powers through it silently like a champ– when you exile him from your shared room during your feed days where you and your fuck buddies get it on, when you flirt with practically everyone in your campus.

One day, he comes back from class and finds you in a bad state because you haven't fed in a couple of days, and tries to help you by asking who he should call to help you feed, but you ask why should he call anyone else when he's right here?

Hyunjin short circuits so hard that he barely resists when you climb into his lap and beg him to fuck you. He tries resisting because he doesn't want his first time with you to be like this, but he ends up giving in because you are so damn convincing. You start making out, feeling each other up and end up having some filthy, full blown sex that's the best he's ever had.

What will happen after this? Because this action has consequences.

I'll make it into a full fic. If anyone wants to read it, just comment and I'll add you to the taglist when I post it!

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— to get to you. (profiles)

a kpop smau. mingi x m!reader.

starring ::

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 yn + mingi ⠀ᰋ

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 yns bsfs ⠀ᰋ

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 mingis bsfs ⠀ᰋ

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 special appearances ⠀ᰋ

giselle (aespa), yuna (itzy), sakura (lsfm), eunchae (lsfm)

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— to get to you.

kpop smau. song mingi x m!reader

overview :: yn is the owner of a small bookshop at the corner of the small town. mingi moved there for peace with one of his best friends, yunho. the rain crashed down and the nearest shelter was a small bookshop, and they hurriedly rushed in, meeting the cute boy behind the counter, yn.

featuring :: ot8 ateez, lara (katseye), daniela (katseye), yoonchae (katseye), & special guests

𐔌 𐦯 profiles.

𐔌 𐦯 chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3.

not sure, might be updated and changed as time goes on.

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. ス ✉️ ﹒⠀OO5 | manifestion ?! ꦼ૩

✉️ ﹒⠀taglist ( open )

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吻⠀｡⠀note. had a sleep over two days ago & it was my first one really fun I enjoyed seeing my friends after a couple of months

⠀⠀⠀⠀˖ ꯭𓂋ㅤㅤㅤ𖧧ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀back. masterlist. next.

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「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

two. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . jay x male reader

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” frequently attends a karaoke bar; when he meets Y/N who despite plaguing his thoughts keeps escaping from his grasp

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# ♱ TALLER THAN YOU. [WOOZI - SEVETEEN]

SUMMARY: M/n is a rising soloist under a different company, but he used to date Woozi when they were trainees under Pledis. Things ended badly. Now, years later, M/n’s company hires Woozi to produce his title track for his comeback… meaning they're forced to spend weeks in a studio together.

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NOTES: Can you guess which BL this one's inspired by?

WARNINGS: Sharp-tongued banter, little angst, unresolved sexual tension, emotional climax + physical one

REQUESTED: YES (ANON) - hi! for requests, maybe some enemies to lovers with idol producer woozi? it could be where he and reader hate each other but are forced to work together for some reason ς(>o<.) also size difference between them wherein reader is taller but it's still woozi who's taking charge and handling them (and both respectively get a kick out of it, esp woozi lol)

M/n had been in worse situations before. Blown speakers before a live show, two hours of sleep between international flights, a ripped pair of pants on stage with cameras everywhere; but walking into that studio and seeing him again? 

Woozi didn’t even look up from the computer when the door clicked shut behind M/n. He sat perched on the rolling chair, hoodie sleeves shoved to his elbows, headphones pushed back to hang around his neck like a necklace. His fingers moved precisely over the keys, adjusting levels, slicing sound. 

“You’re late,” Woozi said flatly, still not glancing his way. 

M/n crossed his arms. “Wasn’t aware you were still allergic to greetings.” 

Woozi’s eyes flicked up, sharp and unreadable, just for a second. Then he spun slowly in the chair to face him fully. 

“M/n,” he said, voice so neutral it almost sounded polite; except it wasn’t. 

“Woozi,” M/n replied in the same dead tone. He hated how his heart clenched a little. Same mouth. Same eyes. Same sharp edge to his jaw that used to soften when they were alone in bed. 

“So you’re the one who’s going to ruin my beat with your vocals,” Woozi muttered, turning back to the screen. 

“And you’re the one they called to ‘save’ my title track. Funny.” 

Silence pulsed between them. 

It was ridiculous how tight the room felt. Not because it was small; HYBE’s studios were nice, if a little sterile but because he was there. Woozi was always a little too much in close quarters. Focused. Brilliant. Stubborn as hell. 

And now? Producer Lee Jihoon, the golden hand behind half the company’s chart-toppers, had been hired by M/n’s company to produce his comeback. 

They were going to be in here. Together. For weeks. 

“You look tired,” Woozi said suddenly. 

M/n blinked. “What?” 

“You’ve been overworking your voice. Your tone’s tight on the high notes.” 

“You’ve been stalking my live stages now?” 

“No. Just did my job. Listened to your last comeback.” 

Woozi finally looked at him again; really looked. There was no kindness in his gaze, but no real cruelty either. Just cold professionalism barely hiding something bitter and familiar. Like resentment wearing cologne. 

“Let’s not waste time,” Woozi said, nodding toward the booth. “I want to hear you sing it raw. No backing. No autotune.” 

M/n smirked and dropped his bag on the cornor of the couch by the door, stepping closer. He towered a little over Woozi now, years of training turning his build solid, broad. But Woozi didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked even more sure of himself, like he knew exactly how this would go. 

“I can handle it,” M/n murmured, gaze narrowing. 

“Can you?” Woozi arched a brow. “Because I won’t go easy on you. Not even if we used to-” 

“Don’t finish that sentence.” 

Woozi’s smirk was cruel and satisfied. “Hit a nerve already? This’ll be fun.” 

The recording booth was cooler than M/n expected, but his palms still felt hot. 

He slid the headphones over his ears, adjusted the mic slightly, and glanced up through the glass. Woozi was back behind the console, one leg crossed over the other like he didn’t have a care in the world. His fingers danced over the keyboard and soundboard like he was playing an instrument. 

“Track’s loaded. Verse one into the pre-chorus. Let me hear it clean,” Woozi’s voice came through the headset, crisp, cold, all business. 

M/n rolled his shoulders back. “You gonna guide me through, or just sit there and judge?” 

“You don’t need my help, remember?” Woozi’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Mr. Idol of the year, let’s see if you can live up to the hype.” 

M/n’s jaw tightened. He didn’t reply. Just nodded at the glass and waited for the instrumental cue. 

The beat dropped; warm synths and a heartbeat rhythm that sounded like something Woozi would make. Sharp. Layered. Addictive. 

M/n began to sing. 

His voice filled the booth, controlled but strained, especially when he hit the higher notes. Not from a lack of talent, but from a tightness in his chest that had nothing to do with training and everything to do with the man sitting on the other side of the glass, arms folded, watching like a hawk. 

He finished the verse, took a breath. 

“Again,” Woozi’s voice rang out. “Loosen your jaw on ‘bitter.’ It’s too clenched. You sound like you’re trying to fight the lyrics instead of sing them.” 

M/n huffed. “Maybe I am.” 

“Too bad. The song deserves better than your pride.” 

That got under his skin. 

He did the verse again. And again. Woozi kept cutting in. 

“Still stiff. Your tone falls flat at the end of the bridge.” 

“You’re late on the downbeat.” 

“Try not sounding like you’re bored.” 

The fourth take, M/n’s patience snapped. 

“Maybe if the lyrics didn’t sound like a passive-aggressive diary entry, I wouldn’t be bored,” he muttered, ripping the headphones off as the music cut. 

Woozi leaned back in his chair, lips twitching. “You’re the one singing about someone who left without a goodbye. I just gave you something to pull from.” 

“Oh, fuck off.” 

Woozi stood up, slow, deliberate. He walked toward the door separating them, opened it, and stepped into the booth like he owned the air in it. 

M/n didn’t back up. 

Neither did Woozi. 

Now toe-to-toe, the height difference between them was stark; M/n taller, broader, all idol polish and strong shoulders. Woozi was smaller, leaner. But he stared up at M/n like he was the one in control. 

“You don’t intimidate me,” M/n muttered, voice low, quiet between them. 

“Good,” Woozi said, breath brushing his throat. “I don’t need you scared. I need you focused.” 

There was a pause; just long enough to be dangerous. 

M/n’s voice dropped. “You always liked telling me what to do, huh?” 

Woozi’s smirk was slow, dark, and infuriatingly hot. 

“Only because you always liked listening. Even when you pretended you didn’t.” 

The words hung in the air between them, thick and electric. 

Woozi’s hand brushed past M/n’s chest, not touching; just reaching past him to adjust the mic. 

“Get back in the zone,” he said quietly. “We’re not done.” 

And just like that, he left the booth, not even glancing back. 

M/n exhaled slowly. 

Oh, this was going to be hell. 

- 

It had rained the day they broke up. 

Not a cinematic downpour; just one of those quiet, gray drizzles that soaks through clothes and sinks into your bones without you realizing. M/n remembered the way Woozi’s hoodie had clung to his frame, the sleeves a little too long, the hem soaked and dripping. 

They’d been fighting for days by then. Over little things, at first missed calls, rescheduled dates, forgotten “good luck” texts before music shows. But it all stemmed from the same rotting root: they were both chasing dreams too fast to hold onto each other. 

Woozi had just finished producing a track for another idol group when he walked into the café where M/n was waiting. His eyes looked tired. Jaw tight. Shoulders drawn up like a wall. 

“You’re late,” M/n had said, barely meeting his gaze. 

Woozi didn’t sit. Just stood there, rain still clinging to his hair. “Let’s not do this here.” 

“Do what? Talk? Be in public like a normal couple?” 

“M/n-” 

“You told me you’d show up this time. You promised. This is the third time you’ve-” 

“I’m working. This is my job.” 

“And I’m not?” M/n’s voice had risen enough that a few heads turned. He didn’t care. “You think I’m not working my ass off too? That I’m not exhausted? But I still showed up. I always do.” 

Woozi’s fists clenched at his sides as he whispered sternly. “So, what- you want me to apologize for having responsibilities?” 

“No,” M/n snapped. “I want you to make me a priority for once.” 

That was the moment. 

The shift. 

Woozi’s expression had gone cold, shuttered. Not angry; worse. Detached. 

He looked at M/n like they were strangers. Like he’d already decided. 

“You knew what this was when we started,” Woozi said quietly. “You knew what I wanted. What I was working for.” 

M/n’s heart cracked. “And I wanted you. Was that not enough?” 

Woozi didn’t answer. 

Not then. 

Just turned away, rain curling down the side of his neck like punctuation. 

Later, M/n would find out that Woozi did write something about that day. A demo track, never released, buried in some folder in his studio laptop. 

M/n never asked to hear it. 

But sometimes, when he was alone, he swore he could still feel the echo of that silence. 

- 

The studio was quiet. 

Not silent; but still, in the way only soundproofed rooms can be. Even the hum of the speakers felt distant. 

M/n sat in the booth again, headphones on, eyes closed. He didn’t need Woozi to say anything this time. He already knew the beat, the flow, the lyrics; hell, he’d lived them. 

So when the music started again, he didn’t hold back. 

He sang. 

Not polished. Not perfect. Just raw grain in his tone, breath catching slightly on the hook, like his throat couldn’t decide between singing and swallowing grief. 

The verse hit heavier than it had before. And when he got to the pre-chorus; where the melody dipped into a lower register, where the words turned sharp and regretful he opened his eyes, just for a second. 

“You don’t say my name now, 

But you wore it out in every fight. 

Told me I was too much, 

But you came back every night…” 

Through the glass, Woozi was frozen. 

Not in shock. Just… still. 

His hands weren’t on the console anymore. He wasn’t typing, adjusting, cueing the next take. He was watching. Eyes locked on M/n like he didn’t expect the lyrics to sound like that. Like he hadn’t realized how much they still meant. 

M/n’s voice faltered. 

“You left with your pride, 

But forgot your goodbye. 

Now every line you write 

Still sounds like mine.” 

Just a little. 

But it was enough. 

The instrumental faded. The track cut out. 

M/n blinked. “What happened?” 

Woozi’s voice came through the headset, softer than before. “I stopped it.” 

“Why?” 

“I, um… Needed a second.” 

There was something unsteady in his tone. Barely there, but enough to catch. 

M/n slowly took off the headphones. “Didn’t like how it sounded?” 

Woozi didn’t answer right away. He stood up from behind the glass, arms crossed, face unreadable; but his eyes were doing that thing again. That achingly familiar thing. The one where he looked like he wanted to say something and punch a wall at the same time. 

Finally, he spoke. “You sang it like you meant it.” 

“Maybe I did.” 

Silence. M/n stepped out of the booth, arms folding across his chest. “You gonna act like those lyrics don’t apply to you?” 

“I wrote them.” 

“Exactly.” 

It hit the air like thunder. 

Woozi’s mouth opened, then closed. He looked away for the first time. 

“You said it wasn’t about us,” M/n said, softer this time. “Back when the company made me pick this track, I asked. You told them it was just a demo you’d had lying around.” 

“I lied,” Woozi admitted. “Because I didn’t want to give you that power.” 

M/n felt something shift in his chest. “And now?” 

Woozi looked at him; really looked. And for a second, he wasn’t Woozi the producer, the perfectionist, the sharp-tongued genius. He was just Jihoon. Tired. Proud. Hurting. 

“…Now I think maybe you already have it.” 

The room was too quiet again. 

M/n stood just outside the booth, arms loose at his sides now, eyes fixed on Woozi like he was trying to decode him. Woozi leaned back against the desk, fingers tapping once, then stopping. His usual confidence was there; but it was cracked now, the sharp edges softened by something vulnerable and real. 

“You know,” M/n murmured, voice low, “if you didn’t want to give me power… you probably shouldn’t have written a song about me.” 

Woozi huffed a dry laugh, eyes flicking up. “I didn’t expect you to sing it like that.” 

M/n took a slow step forward. “You’re the one who told me not to hold back.” 

Another step. 

Woozi didn’t move. 

“I didn’t think you still cared,” M/n said. 

“I didn’t think you did.” 

They were close now; too close. Barely a foot between them. M/n was taller, shadow falling over Woozi just slightly, and God, the tension felt like it was buzzing between their skin. But Woozi didn’t back away. He never did. 

“You think I’d sing like that about someone I’m over?” M/n said, voice dropping. 

Woozi’s gaze flicked to his lips. 

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Woozi muttered. 

M/n smiled. “You liked that about me.” 

“I liked a lot of things about you.” 

The air between them snapped tight. 

Woozi pushed off the desk, just a slight movement, but it closed the distance. Now they were chest to chest. M/n could feel the heat from his body, the tension in his breath, the way his fingers twitched like he was debating grabbing the front of his shirt or walking away. 

“You’re taller,” Woozi murmured, eyes dragging up M/n’s throat. 

“Mm. Grew an inch or two after we broke up. Want a measuring tape?” 

“I don’t need one,” Woozi said, voice low. “I can still take you.” 

M/n’s breath caught. 

“You think so?” he asked, half-smiling. 

Woozi stepped even closer, close enough that his hand brushed M/n’s sid; not grabbing, not touching long enough to count, but just enough to feel. His voice dropped to a whisper. 

“I know so.” 

It wasn’t a kiss. 

But it was dangerously close. 

Their noses almost brushed. M/n’s eyes fluttered half-shut, but he didn’t move. Didn’t lean in. He wanted to see if Woozi would. 

He didn’t. 

Not yet. 

But his voice cracked just slightly when he said, “We should finish the recording tomorrow.” 

M/n swallowed, voice rough. “Right. Tomorrow.” 

They didn’t move for another long second. 

Then Woozi stepped back, slow and deliberate, grabbing his bag from the floor without looking. 

“Don’t be late again,” he muttered, and walked out of the room. 

M/n didn’t move. 

His pulse was still racing. 

M/n had been through his fair share of press trips, but this one felt like walking on glass barefoot. 

The showcase was simple in theory: a joint press shoot featuring a few producers and solo artists collaborating on the season’s hottest comebacks. His label had agreed to use it to promote the new track; Woozi’s production, M/n’s performance. Mutual benefit. Industry exposure. 

Except no one knew they used to date. 

No one knew they almost kissed last night. 

No one knew M/n could still feel Woozi’s breath on his neck if he stood still too long. 

He kept his expression polite, eyes front, back straight as he posed under the harsh lights of the photoshoot set. Woozi stood a little behind him, off to the side in all-black—oversized sweatshirt, combat boots, that usual air of I'm smarter than everyone here and I know it. 

He hadn’t looked at M/n once since walking in. 

Good. 

That was fine. 

Totally fine. 

The photographer clapped once. “Alright, let’s get some of the artist-producer pairs together, yeah? Start with M/n and Producer Woozi; center, please.” 

M/n blinked. “Sorry, what?” 

“Just a couple shots. You two worked together on the new track, right? We’ll do profile and side-by-side.” 

M/n glanced at Woozi. 

Woozi met his gaze briefly. Cool. Blank. 

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s do it.” 

They stood shoulder to shoulder, just close enough for their arms to brush. The photographer directed them through the poses quickly; forward-facing, side glance, half-profile. M/n tried to focus on the flashes, on the lights. On anything but the heat radiating off Woozi’s arm. 

“You’re tense,” Woozi muttered under his breath, eyes not moving from the camera. 

M/n didn’t look at him. “I’m not tense.” 

“Liar.” 

“Do you want me to throw this photoshoot?” 

Woozi gave the tiniest smirk, so fast it almost didn’t happen. “You could try.” 

The photographer clapped again. “Okay, now, M/n can you turn a little more toward Woozi? Chin down. Good. And Woozi, hand on M/n’s shoulder.” 

M/n stiffened, but before he could react, Woozi’s hand was already there; fingers curling casually around the top of his arm, like it meant nothing. 

But it didn’t feel like nothing. 

His fingers pressed in just a little. Possessive. Subtle. Intentional. 

The camera flashed. 

M/n swallowed hard. 

Woozi didn’t move his hand. Instead, he leaned in slightly, barely perceptible to anyone watching and whispered without looking: 

“You’re thinking about last night.” 

M/n didn’t respond. 

He didn’t need to. 

Woozi’s smirk deepened just a fraction, and his thumb dragged the lightest stroke across the fabric of M/n’s jacket before he stepped away, nodding to the photographer. 

“We’re done here.” 

M/n stayed still for a few seconds longer. 

God. 

He hated him. 

He hated how he still wanted him even more. 

The hallway outside the set was dim and quiet, a sharp contrast to the chaos of lights and camera clicks M/n had just escaped. 

He found Woozi halfway down the corridor, bent slightly as he adjusted a cable in his bag. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just whispered sin into M/n’s ear and left him standing there breathless in front of twenty cameras. 

“You always this good at pretending you don’t give a shit?” M/n called out. 

Woozi didn’t flinch. Just zipped up his bag and looked over his shoulder. 

“I wasn’t pretending.” 

M/n laughed, low and bitter. “Bullshit.” 

Woozi stood up straight, eyes catching on M/n’s and holding. For a moment, neither of them said anything. 

Then M/n took a step forward. “You touched me like you still wanted me.” 

“You looked at me like you were hoping I’d do more.” 

Another step. Close now. Almost nose to nose again. The space between them buzzed; too full of heat, anger, ache. 

“I don’t get it,” M/n said quietly. “You left. You let me go. So, what the hell do you want now, Jihoon?” 

Woozi’s eyes didn’t waver. 

“I want you to stop looking at me like you’re waiting for permission.” 

M/n’s breath caught. 

Woozi stepped forward really forward now; his hand sliding up the front of M/n’s chest, fingers curling into the collar of his jacket, pulling him down just enough. 

“I never stopped wanting you,” Woozi whispered. “I just hated how much I still did.” 

And then... He kissed him. 

It wasn’t soft at first. It was hungry, heated; like a question and a punishment all at once. Like they were both saying finally and fuck you in the same breath. M/n’s hands gripped Woozi’s waist, dragging him closer, tilting his head to deepen it. Woozi didn’t yield for a second. He pressed forward, mouth claiming, controlling guiding. 

He tasted like mint and salt and memory. Like too many years of silence collapsing between their teeth. 

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Woozi didn’t let go. 

“You’re still taller,” he murmured against M/n’s lips. 

M/n smirked, voice hoarse. “You’re still in control.” 

Woozi raised a brow. “Damn right I am.” 

Their foreheads touched, breath mingling. 

“So now what?” M/n asked. 

Woozi’s lips brushed his once more; softer this time. Honest. 

“Now,” he said, “we stop pretending we hate each other.” 

M/n’s chest ached. 

The door to the studio slammed shut behind them, and for a moment, neither of them moved. 

The air inside was warm, humming with quiet electricity; the walls lined with foam, the overhead lights low, monitors glowing like the only witnesses to what was about to happen. 

M/n leaned back against the wall first, chest rising slow, steady. His eyes met Woozi’s. 

“You brought me back here,” he said, voice low, almost smug. “What, didn’t want our reunion to be a scandal in the hallway?” 

Woozi dropped his bag to the floor with a soft thud. He didn’t answer. He just stalked forward; controlled, confident, gaze locked like a challenge. 

“No,” he muttered. “I wanted you where you fall apart the easiest.” 

Before M/n could even react, Woozi grabbed him by the collar and kissed him again; harder this time, nothing held back. It was messy, fast, all hands and breath and teeth. M/n groaned low in his throat, tilting his head, letting Woozi take control; again. It had always been like this with them. Even with M/n’s taller frame, even with all the space he took up; Woozi always handled him like he’d been made to. 

The back of M/n’s head hit the padded wall, fingers digging into Woozi’s hips. Woozi’s thigh pressed between his legs, just enough pressure to make M/n’s knees twitch. He grinned against his lips. 

“Still like bossing me around, huh?” 

Woozi smirked, breath hot against his jaw. “Still like when I do it.” 

He slid his hands under M/n’s shirt; fingertips dragging up, knuckles brushing over skin, slow and claiming. M/n gasped softly, his hands gripping Woozi’s hoodie now, anchoring himself, pulling him closer like he couldn’t get enough. 

Woozi kissed down his throat, biting just hard enough to leave a mark right at the spot he knew M/n hated and loved to be touched. 

“Take it off,” he said, voice wrecked. 

M/n hesitated for all of half a second before pulling off his shirt, revealing toned muscle and a scar just below his ribs from that one stage accident last year. Woozi’s hand trailed down his chest, pausing at the scar. His touch softened; just for a second. 

“I saw that article,” he said, thumb brushing over the skin. 

“You didn’t text.” 

“I wanted to. I didn’t think you wanted me to.” 

M/n looked at him, heat flickering with something gentler. “I wanted you. I want you.” 

Woozi exhaled like the words knocked the air out of him. Then he shoved him gently onto the studio couch, crawling over him, straddling his lap with slow, dangerous ease. 

“You still have no idea what you do to me,” Woozi muttered, hands braced on M/n’s shoulders. “No idea how long I’ve thought about this.” 

M/n’s hands slid down his waist, gripping tight. “Show me.” 

For a long time, the only sounds were the rustle of clothes, the slap of skin, and M/n’s gasped curses every time Woozi rolled his hips just right. He didn’t give M/n control; not once. And M/n didn’t ask for it. He didn’t want it. 

Here, in this room, he wanted to be undone. By him. 

And Woozi gave him everything he asked for without a single word. 

After, they stayed on the couch, sweat-slicked skin sticking to the fake leather, Woozi curled up beside him; half on his chest, half tangled in a hoodie he’d half-removed. 

M/n stared at the ceiling, fingers combing lazily through Woozi’s hair. 

“You still producing that secret track?” he asked softly. 

Woozi snorted. “I finished it two years ago.” 

“Can I hear it?” 

Woozi glanced up at him, tired eyes softer than M/n had ever seen. 

“You already did,” he murmured. “It was the demo your company sent you. You sang it without even knowing.” 

M/n froze. 

Then laughed, disbelieving. “You bastard.” 

Woozi smiled and pressed a kiss just over M/n’s heart. “Only for you.” 

The lights in the dressing room buzzed quietly overhead. Soft yellow glow, rows of makeup mirrors reflecting back a slightly nervous, slightly breathless M/n. 

He adjusted the collar of his black satin stage shirt for the third time. His stylists were gone; the staff had moved to the sidelines. Five minutes to live broadcast. 

His first time performing the comeback. 

Their song. 

His hands tapped restlessly against the vanity. 

“You’re doing that thing,” a quiet voice said from the doorway. 

M/n turned. Woozi leaned against the frame, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly like he was trying to look casual but the warmth in his eyes gave him away. 

“What thing?” M/n asked. 

“The thing you do when you’re nervous,” Woozi said. “Tapping like you’re trying to play piano.” 

M/n huffed a laugh. “Guess you still know me.” 

“I never stopped knowing you.” 

Woozi pushed off the door and crossed the room slowly. His all-black outfit wasn’t for the stage this time; just his usual producer wear. Comfortable. Sharp. Clean. He looked out of place under the makeup lights, but to M/n, he fit better than anyone ever had. 

“You okay?” Woozi asked softly. 

M/n hesitated, then shook his head. “Kinda freaking out.” 

Woozi stopped in front of him, one hand reaching up to gently smooth the edge of his collar; the same one M/n had just fixed, but it didn’t matter. 

“You’ve got this,” Woozi murmured. 

M/n let out a soft breath. “What if they don’t like it?” 

Woozi’s hand settled lightly over his chest, right above his heart. “They will.” 

M/n looked down at the small hand pressed to his sternum, then back up. “How can you be so sure?” 

Woozi’s eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his eyes. 

“Because I like it.” 

M/n snorted. “That’s not comforting.” 

Woozi smiled small, real. “It should be.” 

They stood there in silence for a beat, the tension from the past few weeks gone now, melted into something deeper. Softer. No bravado, no pride just them. 

“Hey,” Woozi said, voice quiet again. “When you sing the bridge... you know the part. The ‘say my name like you used to’? Don’t look at the camera.” 

“Why not?” 

Woozi’s smile turned slightly crooked. “Because if you look at me, I’m not going to survive it.” 

M/n’s chest ached in that good, full kind of way. 

So, he leaned down, and Woozi met him halfway. A soft kiss. Barely a brush of lips. No heat, no urgency just warmth. Promise. 

When they parted, Woozi pressed his forehead to M/n’s, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Go kill it,” he whispered. “I’ll be watching.” 

M/n swallowed the lump in his throat. “You always are.” 

Woozi stepped back, hands in his pockets again like nothing had happened. 

But his smile? It stayed. 

And as M/n walked to the stage, heart pounding in rhythm with the beat he’d rehearsed a hundred times, he knew this wasn’t just a comeback. 

It was their beginning. 

Again.