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Hello, first of all, thank you very much for the 1K followers. I really appreciate all the support you give me, but I will be inactive for a few weeks. I hope you can understand and receive me with the same support when I return

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Fiery Rivalry

paring: academicrival!seungmin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.1k (1114)

warnings: academic AU (both are over 18), teasing, dom!seungmin, hate sex, sex in public place, fingering (fem reciving), sex witout protection, creampie

KARMA Serie

You’d never understood how someone could infuriate you so much and still occupy every corner of your thoughts. But that was Seungmin. Every time he walked into a room, it felt like a challenge. The way he always smirked when he beat your grades by a fraction, the way teachers praised him just a little more, the way he looked at you like you were beneath him—everything about him lit a fire of rage in your chest.

And he knew it. He thrived on it.

That afternoon in the library had started like all the others—tense, quiet, and suffocating. You were both assigned to work on a group research project, something you had begged the professor to reconsider. But no—he insisted you were “the perfect pair” because of your competitive spirit.

You sat at the long oak table, flipping through textbooks, refusing to look at him. You could feel his eyes on you anyway, burning holes into your concentration.

“Your notes are sloppy,” he remarked after a while, his tone sharp.

You slammed your pen down. “At least I don’t need to show off in every single class just to get validation.”

His lips curled into a smug smile. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, a little louder than you intended. A few students glanced your way, but you didn’t care. Your blood boiled.

The argument spiraled from there, each of you spitting venom, your voices sharp whispers full of heat. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You shoved your books into your bag and stormed out of the reading hall.

You thought you’d left him behind. But the sound of footsteps trailing after you said otherwise.

By the time you reached the farthest corner of the library, where the shelves were stacked high with dust-covered encyclopedias no one touched anymore, you spun around. He was right there, too close, his eyes glittering with something darker than just rivalry.

“What the hell do you want, Seungmin?” you hissed, your voice shaking more from adrenaline than fear.

He tilted his head, studying you like a predator does prey. “I just wanted to remind you who’s better.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable. You think you can intimidate me? I’m not one of your groupies.”

He stepped closer, close enough that his chest brushed yours. The air grew heavy, your back already brushing against the shelves behind you. “No,” he said softly, dangerously, “you’re worse. You fight me. You make me want to break you until you can’t fight anymore.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The heat radiating off him was suffocating. You wanted to shove him away, but part of you froze, unwilling—or unable.

His hand shot out, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes were wild, furious, but underneath the fury was something else. Something hungry.

“Do you feel it too?” he whispered, his voice gravelly, almost pained. “This pull between us? I hate it. I hate you. But fuck—” he leaned closer, lips ghosting yours, “I want you.”

Before you could process, his mouth crashed against yours. It wasn’t sweet or careful—it was violent, desperate, punishing. His teeth caught your bottom lip, pulling a moan from your throat you hadn’t meant to let out.

“You taste like you hate me,” he growled against your lips, pressing your body harder into the shelves. His hand pinned your wrists above your head, the wood digging into your skin.

You struggled, thrashing against him, but your body betrayed you. Heat coiled in your stomach, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. He noticed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he was already. “You’re wet for me. Don’t you dare deny it.”

“Get off me—” you gasped, though your voice lacked conviction.

He smirked, his free hand sliding beneath your skirt with no hesitation. His fingers brushed against your panties, finding the damp spot that proved him right. He groaned low in his throat. “Knew it. Knew you’d be dripping for me.”

You gasped as he pushed your panties aside and slid two fingers inside you, ruthless from the start. The stretch made you cry out, your head hitting the shelf behind you.

“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he snarled, curling his fingers, his thumb rubbing hard circles against your clit. “All that attitude, all that fire—and now look at you. Squirming on my hand.”

Your pride cracked, moans spilling from your lips as your body arched into his touch. “Seungmin—”

“Say my name louder,” he demanded, thrusting his fingers deeper, faster. “Let the whole library know who’s making you fall apart.”

You were trembling, legs shaking, close to the edge—when he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You whined in protest, but he shoved the glistening digits into your mouth, watching your tongue swirl around them.

“Good girl,” he muttered darkly. “Now you’re ready.”

He freed himself in one quick motion, his cock thick, heavy, precum glistening. He lined himself up and rubbed the head along your slick folds, teasing, making you squirm.

“Beg me,” he whispered, his voice a low command.

You shook your head, clinging to the last scraps of your pride. “Never.”

His smirk widened. Without warning, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust. You screamed, the sound echoing in the empty stacks. Your nails clawed at his back as he started pounding into you, deep, merciless.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” he groaned, hips slamming against yours. “This is what I’ve wanted every time I’ve argued with you. To shut you up like this. To fuck you until you admit you’re mine.”

Your body convulsed with each thrust, the table you were pinned against rattling beneath you. His hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to choke, just enough to control, to remind you he was in charge.

“Say it,” he demanded, his pace brutal. “Say you’re mine.”

You cried out, your orgasm ripping through you, walls clenching violently around him. “I—I’m yours—”

“That’s right.” His thrusts turned frantic, desperate, until with a guttural moan he came inside you, filling you so much it dripped down your thighs.

Both of you were left trembling, panting against each other, the air thick with sweat and lust. He smirked down at you, tucking himself back into his pants as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Remember this,” he whispered, brushing a finger over your swollen lips. “Next time you try to beat me—you’ll know exactly who owns you.”

And with that, he left you trembling against the shelf, your pride shattered, your body still buzzing with the memory of him.

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Roommate Rapture

paring: roommate!felix x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 2.1k (2102)

warnings: dirty talk, dry humping, clit play, oral sex (fem reciving), sex without protection (dont), overstimulation

KARMA Serie

You’d lived with Felix for months, and yet every day was a battle between keeping your composure and giving in to the pull he had over you. It wasn’t just his hair, his voice, or the way he leaned casually against the counter while scrolling his phone—it was the way he seemed to own the space you shared, making even the most mundane apartment feel charged, dangerous.

The first time it hit you hard was during breakfast. You were standing by the stove, flipping pancakes, when he appeared behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “Smells good,” he murmured in that deep, teasing voice. You stiffened, and he chuckled low, resting his chin near your shoulder. “You’re tense,” he said. “Relax.”

You forced a laugh, turning slightly to meet his gaze. “It’s just breakfast.”

“Just breakfast?” His hand slid down slightly, brushing the curve of your hip. “Feels… more intense than that.”

You swallowed, heart hammering. He stepped back, just a little, leaving the air between you electric. “Felix…” you warned, but his smirk said he wasn’t taking it seriously.

“Relax, i´m just playing around with you.” He says as if nothing had happened and sits at the kitchen counter.

The days after were torture. Little touches, lingering looks, the way he’d “accidentally” brush your hand when passing dishes, the teasing tone in his voice when he whispered, “You’re staring again.” Every encounter was loaded with tension, every casual comment dripping with unspoken desire.

One evening, he leaned back on the couch, stretching, while you cleaned up after a late-night snack. “You’re working too hard,” he murmured, eyes on you. You froze. “Felix…” you whispered, not looking up.

“You like that I notice,” he said, voice low, rough, teasing. “Don’t lie.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “I—no, I—”

“Shhh,” he cut you off, standing and walking behind you, hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “You don’t get to talk right now. Just… feel.”

The next day, laundry became a battlefield. You were folding his shirts, and he lingered too close, catching your hand as you tried to pass him a shirt. His fingers brushed yours, and he held it a beat too long, eyes locking with yours.

“You’re thinking about it,” he said softly, smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” he interrupted, leaning down, almost close enough to kiss you. “And I’m enjoying it too much.”

You stumbled back, heart racing. He followed, close, gaze dark, intense. “We shouldn’t,” you whispered, voice trembling.

“Shouldn’t? God, that word’s overrated,” he said. “We’re roommates… but roommates don’t act like this.”

Days passed in a dizzying mix of almosts. You’d catch him in the hallway in nothing but a towel, or he’d brush against you in the kitchen, hands “accidentally” lingering, whispering in your ear, testing boundaries. Each moment built the tension until it was unbearable.

One night, you were both staying in, the apartment empty, the city quiet outside. Felix was on the couch, shirt loose, legs stretched out. You were in the kitchen, making tea, when he called softly:

“Come here.”

Your heart leapt. You stepped closer, hesitant. “Felix…”

"You always say my name like that," he says as he watches you approach the couch. "As if it were forbidden."

"It is that it is-"

He held up a finger, shushing you. “No words. Just… this."

His hand reached for yours, entwining fingers, dragging you onto the couch beside him. The warmth of his body was intoxicating, and he leaned close, lips brushing your ear.

“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” he murmured. “All these little touches… all the stolen glances… I can’t take it anymore.”

You gasped, leaning into him. “We shouldn’t…”

“No,” he said, voice low and commanding. “We should. You want this too. Admit it.”

You swallowed hard. “I do,” you whispered.

And then he grabbed your legs to pull you on top of him, pressing you down with a ferocity that left you breathless. His lips claimed yours, his hands roamed, teasing, grasping. The forbidden arousal of roommate lust made every caress more intense, every gasp louder.

"You're mine tonight," he murmured against your lips, nibbling gently with his teeth. "All mine."

Your hands tangled in his hair as he touched you as if you were truly his, your knees straddling his hips. His hands were everywhere: neck, waist, thighs, guiding you, teasing, igniting every nerve ending.

"I shouldn't… we shouldn't…" you gasped, but he silenced you with a rough kiss.

"Shut up," he growled. "Don't think. Just feel. Every second of this is yours and mine, and mine alone."

His fingers slid beneath your clothes, slick and warm, teasing, eliciting gasps and moans that filled the apartment. Every touch, every pressure, was electric. You trembled, desperate, the tension of months finally exploding into raw, forbidden passion.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, grazing your teeth. "To be caught, to be teased… to be mine?"

"Yes," you cried, arching against him. "Please, Felix…"

He groaned, gripping your hips to grind against your core with his growing erection, moving faster, his body against yours, demanding, marking, making you forget everything else: responsibility, rules, logic. The thrill of forbidden lust consumed you both, every nerve, every inch of skin on fire.

"Can you feel what you do to me?" He said as he rocked your hips over his erection, where only your micro shorts and joggers separated what you'd both desired for so long. "Do you know how hard it was to control myself when you bent down to pick something up and left your entire ass on display, when you came out of the bathroom with only a small towel on, when I heard those moans coming from your room when you touched yourself, do you know that?"

You just moaned as you felt yourself getting wet from the friction those movements generated on Felix's growing cock.

"God—I can feel how wet you are through those shorts." Felix's hands were under your hoodie, touching and exploring everything except what you desired most.

You decided to take the initiative and tear off your hoodie with Felix's help, leaving you only in a white bra that didn't leave much to the imagination.

"You don't know how many times I imagined you like this while masturbating with your thong on my hand, and let me tell you, you exceeded my expectations." Felix's confession didn't take you too much by surprise. You'd noticed how your lingerie drawer had diminished noticeably since you moved in with Felix, but they always returned smelling fresh and neatly folded to where they belonged.

Felix took his hands off your hips and began massaging your breasts over your bra, causing your nipples to harden.

You continued moving your hips on top of him. Until his hands abruptly dropped from your breasts, grabbing your hips to still them.

"Please no, I don't want to cum like this. I want to cum when I'm inside you."

One of his hands remained on your hips, while the other traveled to the edge of your shorts, finally inserting his hand. He started with only a few light touches on your wet pussy. But when he started hearing your small moans, he began to speed up those movements on your clit.

"Oh my god—Felix, I'm going to cum—" your words were choked with how good his hands felt on you.

"No, I want you to cum when I have my cock inside you." He abruptly pulled his hand from your shorts, then laid you down on the couch and took off everything, leaving you completely naked beneath him.

Felix began placing kisses on your neck, moving down to your collarbone, your breasts, your abdomen, and even the inside of your thighs.

"I want to taste you, so fucking bad," he said as he continued kissing the inside of your thighs, until he poked his head out to admire you properly.

"God, baby, you look so hot like this, all wet and desperate." He was so close to your core that you could feel his hot breath on it.

"Please, Felix." You no longer felt embarrassed; you just wanted what you'd been wanting for so long to finally happen.

"Please, what? Use your words, angel."

"I want you to eat me out." Your words gave him complete permission, and he finally touched his tongue to your throbbing clit.

His tongue moved over your clit while his hands opened your legs to allow him more movement. His licks were gentle and somewhat soft, but that didn't take away from how good it felt.

One of his hands left your thigh to move toward your entrance, where he penetrated you with two of his fingers.

It was all too much, his tongue moving on your clit and his fingers pumping at your entrance. You could feel how close you were to cumming, and not just you, Felix too. Your uncontrolled moans, your arching back, and your grip on Felix's fingers told him so.

When you finally thought you were going to cum, Felix broke his mouth and pulled his fingers out of you.

"Why that disappointed face?" he said as he raised his face to meet yours. "Didn't I tell you? I want you to cum around my cock."

Felix took off his shirt and joggers along with his boxers in a split second. The next thing you could feel was his tip at your entrance, mixing your fluids with his precum so his cock could enter you easily.

When it finally happened, when the tension broke and you both surrendered to the raw carnal need, it was explosive, violent, breathtaking. You clung to him, panting, trembling, every heartbeat in sync with his, every moan a testament to the months of restraint finally fading.

"You feel so fucking tight, you're squeezing me inside, it's like you never want me to leave you," he whispered to you in his famous raspy voice, which you always heard but never imagined hearing in this context.

His thrusts were orderly, as if he'd been planning this moment for months in his mind.

He took your ankle and lifted it to his shoulder, to go deeper and make you both see stars. When you felt how deep he was going in this new position, you couldn't help but moan his name uncontrollably and roll your eyes.

"Shh, I know baby, you love how deep I can go inside you." Now his thrusts weren't orderly, but rather hungry, as if he wanted to fill you with all the pent-up desire of the past few months.

"You're squeezing me even tighter. You're about to cum, aren't you?" You were so desperate to finally release the orgasm you'd been holding back that no words came out of your mouth. You simply nodded.

Felix began to thrust even harder and faster, while one of his hands traveled to your clit to make your orgasm even more pleasurable.

Thanks to his cock penetrating you so deeply and his thumb working on your clit, your orgasm didn't take long to arrive, but what you didn't expect was a squirt, something you thought was a myth, until Felix managed to coax one out of you.

"You squirted, you like it so much the way I'm fucking you," his voice was annoying, but with that low tone you loved so much. He removed his hand from your clit, but his thrusts didn't stop.

It was all too much; you were so overstimulated that holding onto his back wasn't enough.

"Felix—this is too much," you managed to say as his thrusts continued with the same intensity.

"I know, baby, and I'm so sorry, but I'm so close." And he was right. You could feel his cock inside you starting to twitch and his moans starting to reach your ears.

He abruptly pulled his cock out to give himself a few strokes with his hand, finally releasing himself on your stomach. You could perfectly see his cock spurting loads of cum all over you.

"I'm so sorry, angel, sorry I came so hard, but I couldn't help it," he said as he thrust into you after that intense orgasm.

Afterward, tangled in the sheets on the couch, dry with sweat and breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips curved into that familiar smile, his eyes dark and content.

"Forbidden never felt so good," he murmured.

You could only nod, trembling, knowing you'd been caught, completely, totally, irreversibly. And for once, you didn't care.

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Prohibited Longing

paring: bestfriendex!han x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.7k (1671)

warnings: breaking the bro code, han so needy, clit play, sex withpit protecction (dont be stupid), dirty talk, creampie

KARMA Serie

The first time you saw Han after the breakup, you almost turned around and left.

It was at your ex’s apartment—the one place you promised yourself you wouldn’t step into again. But your things were still there, stuffed in boxes your ex had been “too busy” to return. You told yourself you could handle it, just walk in, collect your things, walk out. Simple.

Except nothing about this was simple.

Because when the door opened, it wasn’t your ex standing there. It was Han.

He froze when he saw you, one hand gripping the doorknob, his eyes wide, almost panicked. His voice cracked slightly when he said your name, like he hadn’t let himself say it out loud in months.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore how your chest squeezed. “Uh… your friend told me I could come pick up my stuff today.”

Han nodded too quickly. “Right, yeah. He’s not here. He asked me to wait for you.”

The silence between you stretched, heavy with things neither of you could say. You stepped inside, brushing past him, and even though you didn’t touch, you felt the heat of his body too close.

He shouldn’t look at you like that, you thought. Not with that mix of guilt and longing burning in his eyes.

Because Han wasn’t just anybody. He was your ex’s best friend.

It started small.

The way his gaze lingered when you spoke. The way his hand brushed yours when he passed you a box. The way he flinched whenever your ex’s name came up, like it was a slap.

You told yourself you were imagining it, but deep down you knew—you weren’t.

Han was in love with you.

And the worst part? You felt something too.

You tried to avoid him after that day, but Han had a way of appearing when you least expected. He’d drop by your work under the excuse of “picking something up for your ex.” He’d text you about things he didn’t really need to tell you. He’d hover at the edge of your life like a shadow that refused to leave.

Every time, you reminded yourself: He’s off-limits. He’s forbidden. He’s your ex’s best friend.

But every time, it got harder to ignore the way his voice dropped when he said your name. The way his hand trembled when it brushed yours. The way his jaw clenched when he saw someone else talking too close to you.

The breaking point came late one night.

You were at a small gathering with mutual friends. He was there too, of course. You told yourself you wouldn’t even talk to him, but fate had other plans.

Halfway through the night, you slipped to the first bedroom you could find to get some air. The music thumped faintly through the walls, the city lights glowing beyond. You were just starting the window to relax when the door creaked, and Han stepped out.

He froze when he saw you, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft.

You nodded. “Just needed some space.”

For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at you like he was memorizing every detail. And then he broke, voice rough with something that had been caged too long.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart stopped. “Do what?”

He laughed bitterly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Pretend I don’t want you. Pretend I haven’t wanted you since the first day I met you. Pretend I don’t think about you every damn night.”

You stared, words caught in your throat.

“You’re his ex. You’re the one person I can’t touch. But—” His voice cracked, and he stepped closer, eyes desperate, pleading. “—I don’t care anymore. I can’t stop.”

And then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was messy, desperate, like he’d been starving and finally got a taste. His hands cupped your face, trembling, as if afraid you’d disappear.

You should have pushed him away. You should have said no. But the truth was—you’d been waiting for this too.

You kissed him back, hungry, greedy, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you. His breath hitched, and a broken whimper escaped his lips against yours, the sound of someone who had been holding back for far too long.

When his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you like you were the only real thing in the world, you gasped his name. "Jisung—”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide, lips swollen. “Tell me to stop. Please. Tell me to stop and I will.”

But you didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, “Don’t stop.”

And that was all it took.

He backed you against the wall, kissing you like a man possessed. His hands roamed desperately, sliding under your shirt, tracing the lines of your body like he needed proof you were real.

“God—” he groaned into your neck, voice shaking. “You don’t know what you do to me. I’ve wanted this—I’ve wanted you—for so long.”

His confession burned against your skin, each word dripping with need.

When his fingers slipped under the waistband of your jeans, you gasped, clutching at his shoulders. He froze, eyes searching yours, silently begging for permission.

The moment you nodded, he exhaled shakily, relief flooding his face. “Fuck, I need you—please—just let me, I’ll make you feel so good—”

Desperation poured from him in every touch, every kiss. He wasn’t careful—he was hungry. His hands trembled as they slid lower, his lips trailing frantic kisses down your throat, your collarbone, as though he was worshipping every inch of skin he could reach.

When he finally touched you properly, his breath caught, a choked moan spilling from him at the feeling of your warmth. “You’re so wet already—fuck—do you know how many nights I’ve imagined this?”

The way he spoke, the way he confessed everything with his voice breaking—it only made you ache more.

You grabbed his face, pulling him back into a kiss, swallowing his whimpers as he worked you with shaky fingers, desperate to please you, desperate to hear you fall apart for him.

“Please—say my name,” he begged against your lips, his pace quickening.

“Jisung,” you gasped, and the sound tore a groan from his chest, like it undid him completely.

He was unraveling, piece by piece, and you loved watching him fall apart.

He took his hand out of your panties and tried to pull them off with one hand. He wasn't careful. He was hungry, hungry for you, and you loved it. Now it was your turn, so you pulled down his pants, boxers included, to pull out his aching erection. You finally saw him, full of precum and with a red tip, as if he was desperate too.

He took the base of his cock and aligned it with your entrance. When he finally pushed his cock inside you, it was overwhelming: messy, frantic, too much and not enough. He buried his face in your neck, moaning your name like a prayer, holding you so tightly it was almost painful.

“I’m sorry—I can’t—I can’t be slow—I’ve wanted you too long—” His thrusts were uneven, frantic, his voice breaking with every word. “Fuck—you feel so good—I knew you would—I knew it—”

You clung to him, lost in the way he trembled against you, the way his lips found yours between desperate moans. It wasn’t perfect—it was raw, hungry, soaked in years of longing.

He whispered everything he’d never said, between kisses and groans: how he’d watched you smile at his best friend and wished it was him, how he hated himself for wanting you, how he swore no one could touch you like this.

“You wanna cum, right? Cum around me?” His voice was low, but it still felt like poison. Your ex’s best friend thrusting his cock into you uncontrollably, asking you if you wanted to cum around him. It was so forbidden, but god, so arousing at the same time.

“Please—I can´t, please Jisung, i want it.”The shame was no longer felt in your words, instead only excitement and desire to finally untie the knot that was forming below your stomach.

And as if your words encouraged him, he lowered his hand to your most sensitive area and began to move your clit in circles, not slowly, but quickly and filled with something he'd been holding back for years.

It was too much, him whispering in your ear when he wanted you, his cock thrusting uncontrollably into you, and his thumb working your clit.

And when you came around him, his name spilling from your lips, he cried out, shuddering, burying himself deeper as he followed you, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

You could feel how close he was, how his thrusts were getting messier and faster, how his cock was contracting around you.

“Please—let me cum inside you—please, you don’t know how much I want it.” The heat and desire to feel Han paint your walls white in the moment made you nod.

“Thank you—seriously, thank you,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and his thrusts getting even faster.

And when he did it, he did it right. He filled you where no one ever had, and it felt so wrong, but at the same time so good. It felt good to see Han squirt inside you, how he begged you to cum inside you, how his face twitched when he came.

For a long time, you just clung to each other, hearts racing, breaths uneven. His lips pressed against your hairline, soft now, almost reverent.

“I shouldn’t have done this,” he whispered, voice breaking. “But I can’t regret it. Not when it’s you.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because deep down, you knew this wasn’t the end.

It was only the beginning of something far more dangerous.

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I'm loving your karma series, I hope you keep posting, but just one thing: The Nerd reader's story with Han is taking over my head every day.

thank you so much 😭😭, and sorry for being so late with the series, but the entire maknae line will be coming out today. and yeah,i really want to make a nerd reader fafic, i promise it will be out soon 🙏 🙏

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hiii, im juts here to say that that ihave a long flight and i wont be able to publish Hans KARMA series fanfic today, i will publish it tomorrow along with Felixs

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Good grief wtf was that??

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well, if you didnt like it, you dont have to read it. i make an effort to write a fanfic every day, even though sometimes i dont have the time or desire to do it, but i still write it to continue with the series that i told you i was going to do. if you didnt like it, then dont read it. dont spam my inbox with hate comments

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His Obsession, My Ruin

paring: idol!hyunjin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 857

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, slight choking, dominance play, dirty talk, mirror sex, sex without protection, creampie

KARMA Serie

You met him in a context you never should have. He was Hyunjin, the boy everyone looked up to on stage with that mix of artistry and arrogance, the beauty impossible to ignore. And you… you were just in the background, a shadow among the team, someone who shouldn't have caught his eye.

But you did. And from then on, his gaze never left you.

At first, it was just those brief encounters in the company's hallways, his eyes burning into you completely, his smile too sharp to seem innocent. Then came the insistence: messages you didn't remember giving permission to receive, calls at times when you knew no one should be listening, and that way of always appearing close. As if he were waiting for you.

"Why do you always run away?" His voice was soft, but dangerous, like a knife wrapped in silk. "It's not right…" you replied, your throat tight. "And what does right matter?"

Hyunjin was the kind of man who turned the forbidden into an irresistible trap. And even though a part of you screamed not to let him get close, your body was already giving in.

That night in the practice room, when everyone had left, he locked the door. The music still played softly from the speakers, illuminated by the dim emergency light. Sweat glistened on his skin, his hair plastered to his face after hours of rehearsing. He leaned in, so close that your back brushed against the cold mirror.

"Look at me…" he ordered, his voice husky.

Your lips parted, but not a word came out. His hand moved slowly closer, caressing your neck, squeezing just enough for you to feel his dominance.

"You know you can't resist me. You try, but you always end up here. With me."

And he was right. Your hands clutched at his black T-shirt as his lips crashed against yours in a desperate, wet kiss, filled with a need that tore you apart. Hyunjin kissed as if he were claiming you, as if you were his even before he'd even decided.

His tongue invaded your mouth, hungrily, while his body crushed you against the mirror. One of his hands lowered to your waist, squeezing tightly, and the other rose to tangle in your hair, pulling it to tilt your head and have you more exposed.

"So mine…" he murmured against your mouth. "Do you know how many times I've imagined making you scream?"

His hand descended without asking permission, slipping under your skirt, brazenly brushing against your damp underwear. You let out a breathy moan that he devoured with a satisfied smile.

"You're soaked just for me," he whispered, his eyes shining with obsession. "I didn't even start it yet."

The stroke of his fingers was slow, cruel, playing with your clit through the fabric. The friction made you gasp for air, your legs trembled, but Hyunjin didn't stop. On the contrary, he enjoyed every shudder, every sound he drew from you.

"Say it," he demanded, increasing the pressure. "Tell me you want me inside you."

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to give in so easily. But when he slid a finger under the fabric and ran it over your hot, wet entrance, your body betrayed you.

"Hyun… please…"

That "please" was his victory. With a swift movement, you stood up, forcing your legs around his waist. He carried you to the studio floor, the mirror reflecting the forbidden image of you both.

You felt him release his erection, hard and throbbing, and your breath caught in a strangled gasp. He brushed the tip against your entrance, barely pressing, like a punishment.

“You shouldn’t let me in,” he whispered against your ear, his voice cracking with desire. “But you’re going to, because no one else can touch you.”

And with one deep thrust, he filled you at once. The initial pain mixed with an overwhelming pleasure that made you gasp. Hyunjin gave you no room to adjust, moving hard, each thrust demanding more of you.

The sound of his skin against yours filled the room, mingling with your muffled moans. His gaze, fixed on you through the mirror, captured you: dark, dilated eyes that seemed to promise both ecstasy and destruction.

“Look at you…” he gasped, gripping your jaw so you couldn’t look away from the reflection. “Breaking you for me. Only for me.”

His thrusts grew faster, rawer, and your body trembled beneath him. Your nails scratched his back, marking him, as you felt the heat pool in your belly.

"Say my name. Say it as I cum inside you."

And you said it. You screamed it, lost in the vertigo of the orgasm that shattered you, as Hyunjin sank deeper, moaning against your neck before spilling into you, with no intention of letting you escape.

Your legs trembled, your body still gripped by spasms. And he, still inside you, kissed your jaw with sickening tenderness, whispering:

"You're mine. Even if the world says you aren't. Even if you want to run away. You'll never be able to."

And you knew. That this dangerous obsession would never let you go.

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Lost and Taken

paring: idol!changbin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1010

warnings: dirty talk, humiliation, public sex, idol x fan dynamic, fingering (fem reciving), sex witout protection (dont), creampie

KARMA Serie

The roar of the crowd hit you before you even stepped into the arena. Lights flashed in sync with the pounding bass, and waves of fans screamed for him—Changbin, the idol you had somehow gotten obsessed with over the last few months. You weren’t supposed to be here, not backstage, not anywhere near him, but tonight had a different plan.

You were lost, searching for the bathrooms after a drink, weaving through corridors lined with security doors and staff who ignored you. The smell of sweat, perfume, and cheap alcohol hit your senses, making your pulse race. You knew the risk—anyone could catch you—but the thrill of possibly running into him made your stomach twist in a delicious, anxious way.

And then, just when you rounded a corner, he was there.

Changbin. In person. Standing against a wall, hair slightly messy from performing, shirt clinging to his body, sweat gleaming under the harsh backstage lights. His eyes widened, catching sight of you.

“What are you doing back here?”

You froze, your heart hammering. “Uh… I—I was just looking for the bathrooms,” you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks.

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, and the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “Bathrooms? Or looking for me?”

You swallowed hard, nerves turning into something else entirely. “Maybe… a little of both.”

The smirk became a grin, dark and teasing now. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re reckless, you know that? You could get in so much trouble… but God, you look so tempting right now.”

Before you could answer, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Gentle at first, testing, surprised at your boldness. Then his hands were on your waist, fingers digging in, pulling you flush against him. Your knees threatened to give out when you felt him pressing against you, the hardness of his erection undeniable.

“You shouldn’t be doing this… not here… not me,” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw. “But you look so good, so needy… I can’t stop myself.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “Changbin… I—I can’t either.”

The sweetness in his tone was still there, the almost-gentle idol persona, but as soon as he caught the desperate look in your eyes, it shifted. That teasing, cocky edge you’d seen in videos, the kind that made your stomach drop, took over.

“God, you’re dripping just for me, huh? Right here, backstage… you little slut,” he murmured, sliding a hand between your thighs. Your breath hitched, nails digging into his chest.

He laughed low and cruelly, enjoying the effect he had on you. “Do you even realize how wrong this is? Everyone could walk in at any second, and you’d still be mine. All mine.”

Your hands fisted in his shirt as he pushed you gently against the wall. He bent his head, lips brushing against your neck, whispering filthy things that made your knees weaken.

“Tell me your name,” he demanded, voice husky.

You blinked, surprised. “Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeated, a dark chuckle vibrating against your skin. “Pretty name… for my dirty little secret.”

His hands slid under your shirt, tracing your curves, thumbs brushing your nipples through your bra. The warmth of his touch, the thrill of the risk, made your back arch. You gasped, and he smirked against your lips.

“You’re so wet for me… do you know how good that feels? God, I’ve wanted this all night.”

The first thrust of his fingers inside you made you cry out, muffled against his shoulder. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he fucked you with his fingers, teasing and circling your clit, while his lips claimed yours again.

“You like being naughty, huh? You like sneaking around, getting caught… and all for me,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “Say it. Say how much you want me.”

“I… I want you, Changbin… so much,” you whimpered, heat pooling between your thighs.

“Good girl,” he praised, biting gently at your shoulder before moving lower, teasing over your jaw, your neck, until his teeth grazed your earlobe. “I want to feel every inch of you, right here. Right now.”

He spun you slowly, pressing you flush against the wall again. His hand slid between your legs, sliding your panties aside as he positioned himself. The first thrust hit, and your scream was muffled against his shoulder, body trembling violently.

“You’re so tight… so perfect. All mine, do you understand? Mine,” he growled, hips snapping against you in a rhythm that made your vision blur.

“Yes… only yours!” you cried, unable to hold back the desperate, filthy confession.

His hands were everywhere, controlling, possessive. One hand gripped your neck, the other held your waist as he thrust into you relentlessly. Every word he spoke was dripping with ownership, teasing, humiliation—the perfect mix to drive you completely over the edge.

“Such a naughty little thing… letting me fuck you backstage. Right here. Everyone could see. But you’re mine. Only mine,” he whispered, lips against your ear, teeth grazing your skin.

Your body convulsed around him, an orgasm ripping through you before he even slowed. He groaned low, burying himself inside you, and spilled with a shudder, hips jerking violently. You trembled against him, sticky, spent, and utterly his.

He held you a moment longer, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard. Then, brushing a strand of hair from your damp face, he whispered, “You belong to me now, Y/N. And no one else will ever get you. Got it?”

“Yes… only you,” you murmured, collapsing against the wall, still dizzy from the intensity of it all.

Changbin smirked, his hands finally easing away, though his presence still burned into you like fire. “Good girl… now, next time, don’t get lost looking for the bathroom unless you’re ready to pay the price.”

You gulped, knowing deep down that you’d never forget this night, and that the danger, the thrill, the forbidden excitement… had only just begun.

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Off Limits

paring: lee know x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 1.8k (1826)

warnings: reader little sister of minho best friend, oral sex (men reciving), sex without protection (dont), sligh public sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, geting caught

KARMA Serie

The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the television. It was one of those nights when your brother had insisted they all stay overnight after practice, because the group was exhausted and no one felt like returning to the dorms.

You, however, had been enjoying the juiciest detail of it all: Lee Know was in your living room. He, as always, sat upright, silent, with that serious face that never showed too much emotion. So proper, so difficult to read, so impossible to reach. And, precisely because of that, you were unable to resist the temptation to bother him.

You knew what you were doing. You'd been doing it for months. You looked at him more than necessary, you got too close when your brother wasn't around, you made comments that bordered on the innocent. Because Minho was the kind of man who would never cross that line, right? Your brother's best friend, the one who always kept control, the one who barely spoke to you except for a curt "hello."

That night, you decided to up the ante.

When your brother fell asleep in his room, you found him in the kitchen, pouring himself some water. You were wearing a loose T-shirt that surely once belonged to your brother, and shorts that were too short. You leaned against the door, watching him drink, and smiled cheekily.

"Always so serious, Minho?" you asked, letting your voice sound softer than usual, more charged with meaning.

He didn't even turn around; he just placed the glass in the sink. "You should be sleeping."

"And miss the chance to be a little bored?" You took a few steps forward until you were beside him, leaning in close enough for him to feel your closeness. "You always act like nothing's happening… but I know it is."

Minho clenched his jaw. His silence was what amused you the most, because you knew that behind that calm was a contained storm. He glanced at you quickly, as if that second had lasted too long.

"Don't start." His voice came out low, sharp.

You, of course, started it. You leaned against the counter, so close that your arm brushed his. You stared at him, with that innocent smile that fooled no one. "What's wrong? Do I have to remind you that I'm 'untouchable' just because I'm your best friend's sister?"

The silence that followed was thick, dangerous. He looked away, as if that would help him ignore the poison in your words. You knew you were pushing him right to the limit, and you were enjoying it too much.

"You don't know what you're talking about." His voice was harsher now.

"Of course I know." You leaned in, close enough so that your lips brushed the edge of his jaw without actually kissing it. "I see you. I know how you look at me when you think I'm not noticing."

The air grew heavy. You could feel his breathing quicken, though he tried to hide it. The cold, distant, disciplined Minho… was wavering.

That's when you tried to pull back, as if you wanted to win this little game with an "I was in charge here" smile. But he held your wrist tightly, preventing you from taking another step. His eyes met yours, dark, without that imperturbable mask.

"You don't understand what you're doing." His voice was a low, almost broken growl.

"Yes, I understand," you whispered, challenging him, with a hint of provocation in your eyes. "That's why I'm doing it."

That was the line that broke. In a second, Minho pushed you against the counter, trapping you in his arms. The coldness disappeared; what looked at you now was pure, suppressed desire, dangerous, forbidden.

"You're unbearable." His breath crashed against your mouth, his lips brushing yours without fully yielding. "I should get away from you."

"Then do it," you whispered brazenly. "Get away."

He didn't. His lips finally fell on yours with suppressed fury, a kiss that burned and hurt from how desperate it was. The seriousness that defined him had shattered into a thousand pieces; what remained was a man who had been holding back for too long.

Your hands sought him urgently, pulling at his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was chaotic, desperate, as if you both knew you shouldn't be doing this, and that in itself made it all the more irresistible.

"This is wrong," he panted against your mouth, but didn't let go. His hands had gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn't stop.

"So…" you kissed him back with the same hunger, biting his lower lip. "Let's make it even worse."

And in that instant, you knew there was no turning back.

Lee Know let go of you for just a second, long enough to turn you around and push you harder against the counter. His hands slid under your shirt, grazing your skin with an intensity that made you gasp. He lifted you easily, sitting you on the counter, and positioned himself between your legs, pressing his body against yours. You could feel every contour of his body, hard and firm, against yours.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against your neck, his voice a low growl that vibrated through your skin.

You tilted your head back, giving him full access, and smiled wickedly. "No," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, but thick with defiance.

Lee Know gently bit your neck, and you moaned, arching your body toward him. His hands moved urgently, lifting your shirt and removing it completely. He left you in your bra, and his eyes darkened as he looked at you, as if he wanted to devour you. He gently pushed you, forcing you to lie back on the counter, and leaned over you, his body covering yours.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice full of possessiveness.

You laughed, a husky sound filled with desire. "What if I don't want to be yours?"

Lee Know looked at you, his eyes burning with lust and something else, something deeper and more dangerous. "Too late," he murmured, and his mouth found yours again, in a kiss that stole all the air from your lungs.

His hands moved to your back, unclasping your bra with a skill that made you moan. He removed it, and his hands found your breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, making your nipples harden beneath his touch. You arched into him, needing more, wanting more.

Minho pulled back slightly, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, your collarbone, until his mouth found your breast. He licked you, bit you gently, and you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Minho, please," you begged, your voice filled with need.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and full of desire. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice hard and commanding.

You bit your lip, your eyes defiant. "I want you. All of you."

Minho smiled, a dangerous smile full of promise. "Then take me," he murmured, and lifted you up, pulling your shorts and panties off in one motion.

He laid you completely naked on the counter and looked down at you, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. He removed his own shirt, revealing a firm, muscular torso, and then unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his erection.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice full of admiration.

You reached out, stroking his length, feeling him harden even further beneath your touch. Minho moaned, his head falling back, and you took the opportunity to slide off the counter, kneeling in front of him.

"Let me," you whispered, and leaned down, taking his length into your mouth.

Minho yelled, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you, controlling you. You moved over him, licking, sucking, tasting, until you felt him tense, his muscles trembling.

"Stop," he growled, pulling you up.

He stood you up, turning you around and pushing you against the counter again. He positioned himself behind you, and you felt his erection pressing against your entrance.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated, his voice a low growl.

You leaned forward, pushing your ass against him, inviting him. "No." "Your voice was firm and full of desire."

Minho entered you in one thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as he began to move, his thrusts deep and fast, filled with desperate urgency.

"Mine," he growled, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you mercilessly.

You moved with him, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust, as the pleasure built inside you, threatening to spill over.

"Minho, more," you begged, your voice filled with need.

He obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper.

"What would your brother think if he saw his little sister moaning like a whore over his best friend's cock?" His words felt like poison, poison that only drove you further to the edge. You couldn't respond to his words because the overstimulation was too much.

"Minho, please," those were the only words that came out of your mouth other than moans.

"Do you want to cum on my cock?" he asked, bringing his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure, but not enough.

"Yes," you replied in a whisper filled with desire.

"Then do it, cum on my cock like the slut you are." Lee know began to move his thumb in circles over your sensitive clit.

Because of the feeling of his cock filling you and his thumb stimulating your clit, it didn't take long for you to begin to feel your orgasm approaching, and you weren't the only one feeling it.

“You're about to cum, aren't you,” Minho said as his thrusts accelerated and his tumb kept stimulating your clit. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight when you're about to cum.”

And when you came, all you could moan was his name. You could also feel him about to cum too. His cock twitching inside you and his mouth opening in pleasure were telling you that.

“Too much—” the feeling of his cock thrusting in and his thumb still adding pressure was too much.

“Wait a minute, almost there.” And as if those words were a key to his orgasm, you felt him filling you. “Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to cum inside me.”

“It's okay, actually… I liked it.” And you weren't lying. You loved the feeling of your brother's best friend, so forbidden, painting your walls white.

“Hey, Minho, what's taking you so long? You said you were just going for a glass of water." You heard your brother come in, and Minho tried to get out of you, but it was too late, because when he came in, he saw his best friend inside his little sister while his semen was still coming out of your entrance.

"What the fuck?

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Late Night Rules

paring: bangchan x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 892

warnings: public sex, fingering (fem recibing), sex witout protection (dont), dirty talk, dom!bangchan

KARMA Serie

The practice room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of your labored breathing. The mirrors reflected every drop of sweat on your skin, every twitch of your body as you struggled to keep up with the demanding routine. You were supposed to be focusing—but his presence made it impossible.

Bangchan’s hands gripped your hips, his thumbs pressing just hard enough to leave a memory on your skin. “You’re stiff,” he whispered against your ear, his accent rough, voice husky from exhaustion and something else entirely. “I told you—don’t fight the rhythm. Feel it.”

Your chest heaved. “I–I’m trying,” you stammered, though it sounded more like a plea than a defense.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, that dangerous smirk that always left you breathless. His fingers trailed up your spine, deliberately slow, making your knees weak. “Trying isn’t enough. I know you can give me more.” His words dripped with double meaning, and you hated how much your body responded.

You shouldn’t be here alone with him. Everyone else had already left. Your brother trusted him to “help” you practice, yet the way Chan’s eyes devoured you in the reflection of the mirror was nothing a brother’s friend should ever allow.

“Let’s take a different approach,” he murmured, spinning you around until your back pressed against the cold glass. His gaze locked with yours, dark and commanding.

“Wh–what kind of approach?” you asked, breath hitching.

“The kind that makes you forget every rule.” His lips crashed against yours before you could protest.

It was nothing like the careful way he acted around the others. This was hungry, reckless. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it, while his hands roamed with zero hesitation. His palm slid beneath your shirt, tracing the outline of your bra, his fingers squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

“Chan—” you breathed, but the name left your mouth like a secret you weren’t supposed to say.

“Shh,” he growled, pressing you harder against the mirror. “If anyone knew… if your brother ever found out—” His lips brushed your jaw, your throat, scorching every inch. “But that only makes me want you more.”

The forbidden weight of his words curled low in your stomach. You knew this was dangerous, yet when his hand slid beneath your skirt, parting your thighs, you couldn’t pull away.

“Hold on,” he ordered, guiding your hands to the barre. Your grip tightened until your knuckles turned white as he lifted your skirt higher.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he groaned, sliding two fingers over your panties. The friction made your knees buckle. “Dripping for me when we shouldn’t even be touching… god, you’re dirty, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, heat burning through your cheeks. “I—no, I—”

“Yes, you are.” He tore the flimsy fabric aside, sinking his fingers inside you with no warning. The sudden stretch made your cry echo through the room. “That’s it. Moan for me. Let everyone outside hear how desperate you are.”

“Chan—please—”

“Please what? Use your words,” he demanded, curling his fingers until your body convulsed around him. His thumb rubbed ruthless circles on your clit, making your legs shake violently. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Your pride shattered under the pressure. “I—I want you to fuck me,” you confessed, broken and needy.

“Good girl,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and shoving them between your lips. “Taste yourself.”

The sinful act made your thighs clench. His pupils dilated watching your tongue obey. He cursed under his breath, unzipping his pants in a rush. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. He dragged it along your folds, coating himself, making you whimper with every tease.

“Beg me,” he ordered, voice rough.

“Please, Chan… I need it. I need you inside me—”

That was all he needed. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Your scream bounced off the mirrors, your hands gripping the barre so hard your knuckles whitened.

“Shit—you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, snapping his hips hard against you. “Like you were made just for me. Your brother would kill me if he knew I was balls-deep in you right now.”

His words sent a shock of heat straight to your core. Every thrust was deep, punishing, his cock hitting spots that made your vision blur. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the practice room, obscene and loud.

“You feel me here?” he grunted, pressing a hand to your lower stomach as he pounded into you. The pressure made you cry out, clenching harder around him. “Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good I won’t last.”

“I can’t—Chan, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled, thrusts becoming reckless. “Cum all over my cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you screamed his name. He groaned low, thrusting deeper until he spilled inside you, filling you so much you could feel it leaking down your thighs.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, still buried deep inside you, both of you trembling.

“This is so wrong,” you whispered, breathless.

He smirked, licking the corner of your mouth. “That’s what makes it perfect.”

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Forbidden Especial Serie KARMA

At your request, to celebrate KARMA WEEK I will publish a fanfic until the premiere of KARMA of each member with the Forbidden theme, I hope you like it

Bangchan 15/08/2025

Lee Know 16/08/2025

Changbin 17/08/2025

Hyunjin 18/08/2025

Han 19/08/2025

Felix 20/08/2025

Seungmin 21/08/2025

Jeongin 22/08/2025

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Tomorrow KARMA week starts and to celebrate it im going to post a daily fanfic until August 22nd,i just want to know what you would like

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Trapped With You

paring: changbin x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 1.3 k (1322)

warnings: enemies to lovers, dom!changbin, semipublic sex, fingering (fem reciving), unprotected sex (dont), dirty talk

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, and suddenly the confined space felt smaller than it had a second ago. You barely had room to move, and neither did Changbin — which made the tension almost unbearable.

“Don’t think you can just ignore me,” he muttered, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he owned the tiny space.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, glaring at him, trying not to notice how close he was. His shoulder brushed yours and sent a shock straight through you.

“You know what I mean,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips. “All that attitude, all that trash talk… and yet you keep looking at me. Can’t hide it.”

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his hand brushed yours — just a casual, “oops” kind of touch that lingered far too long.

The elevator jolted as it stopped between floors, the lights flickering, and suddenly it was just the two of you, pressed in this tiny capsule of air and electricity.

“You really think you can keep pretending you don’t want me?” Changbin murmured, leaning closer. His hand slid along the wall behind your head, effectively trapping you.

“I don’t want—” you started, but he silenced you with a rough kiss, one that stole your breath and left your knees weak.

The kiss was demanding, full of heat and assertion, and before you could even process it, his hands were sliding along your sides, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. You arched into him instinctively, and he groaned, pulling back just enough to look down at you.

“You’re mine now,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t fight it.”

Your hands flew to his chest, pushing and pulling, trying to resist even as your body betrayed you. He pressed against you, dominant and unyielding, his lips finding yours again — this time deeper, rougher.

“Such a stubborn little thing,” he teased, biting gently at your lower lip before tugging it between his teeth. “I love it when you fight me… makes it even hotter.”

Your heart was racing, body trembling as he pressed a hand under your shirt, teasing over your ribs and stomach, sending shivers through you. The other hand cupped your neck, tilting your face up to him.

“You feel so soft… so good,” he murmured, fingers tracing over your waist, sliding lower. “And you’re already wet for me, huh? Admit it.”

“I… I—” you stammered, unable to form words as his hand slipped between your thighs, brushing over your heat, teasing, testing.

Changbin groaned, pressing closer, his bulge pressing against you through his pants. “I’ve wanted this from you since the first time we argued. Can’t believe I’m finally getting you like this.”

His lips found yours again, teeth grazing, tongue teasing. His hand went deeper, two fingers now pressing inside, curling just right, making you whimper and bite at his shoulder.

“Shhh… that’s it, baby,” he whispered, lips against your ear. “You’re mine in here, in this little elevator, and I’m not stopping.”

Every motion, every thrust of his fingers, every brush of his lips, was calculated to make you squirm, gasping, aching. And just when you thought you could take no more, he pulled back, smirk dark and knowing.

“Ready for more?” he teased, pressing his body against yours again. “I’m not done yet.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and without a word, Changbin grabbed your hand, dragging you down the hall. Every step was deliberate, slow, full of promise, until you reached his room. The door clicked shut behind you, plunging the space into privacy.

He turned to face you, eyes dark, smirk playing on his lips. “Finally,” he murmured, pressing you against the door. His hands trailed along your sides, down your thighs, making you shiver.

“Changbin—” you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of guilt.

He silenced you with a rough, demanding kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to hold your head, the other trailing down to tease the curve of your hip. “No talking,” he growled. “Not until I say so.”

His lips left yours just long enough to trail down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders as he pressed closer, hips grinding slightly against you, the heat between you impossible to ignore.

“God, you’re already soaking,” he murmured, sliding a hand under your shirt to brush against your stomach and sides. His thumb teased over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” you breathed, voice barely audible, body arching into his touch.

He smirked, pressing his body fully against yours, lips finding yours again in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands worked skillfully, sliding under your shorts, teasing, testing, making you whimper and gasp.

“You’re mine,” he growled, fingers slipping inside you, curling expertly. “Only mine… and you’re going to take it, right here, right now.”

Your hands dug into his shoulders as he moved with precision, dominant and confident, making every nerve in your body ignite. Every kiss, every stroke, every whispered word pushed you closer to the edge.

“And when you cum,” he whispered, teeth grazing your earlobe, “you’ll scream my name so loud no one will ever forget it.”

He didn’t give you a second to catch your breath. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you, eyes dark with lust. “Look at you… already trembling for me,” he growled, his lips brushing over yours, teasing before biting softly. “You’ve been dying for this ever since we got stuck in that elevator.”

You whimpered, arching into him, desperate for more, and he chuckled low, a sound that made your chest tighten. “Such a brat, thinking you could fight me. You’re mine tonight.”

His hand slid between your thighs, brushing against your wetness, circling, pressing just enough to make your toes curl. “You feel so perfect,” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, shoulder, collarbone. “All hot and ready… for me. God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He moved back up, capturing your lips in a hard, demanding kiss, tongue exploring, teeth grazing, leaving you gasping and biting at him. His fingers worked expertly, sliding inside you with a slow, teasing curl. You moaned, hips lifting instinctively, and he chuckled darkly.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Take it… take all of me. You’re mine, baby, do you understand?”

“Yes, Changbin… I’m yours,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders, body trembling with need.

He smirked, pressing himself fully against you, the tip teasing, brushing, before slowly pushing in. The stretch made you gasp, and he groaned, steadying himself. “Feels so good… so tight. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Wanting me?”

“Yes!” you cried, hips meeting his thrusts instinctively, the room filling with gasps, whispers, and his low growls.

He set a pace, slow at first, savoring the feel of you around him, before building into a relentless rhythm. “That’s it, baby… you’re mine, and I’m not stopping. Say my name!”

“Changbin! Changbin!” you shouted, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built, faster, hotter, until your body started to shake.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Mine… all mine. You feel so amazing around me.”

With a final, shuddering thrust, you came undone, crying out his name as your body tightened around him. He followed moments later, groaning low, filling you as he held you close, dragging out every sensation.

After a few moments, he collapsed next to you, still hovering, lips brushing your temple. “Told you,” he murmured, smirking. “You can’t resist me… and I love it.”

You buried your face in his chest, catching your breath, heart racing. “I… I didn’t think—”

“I know,” he said, kissing your hair, “but now you do. And you’ll never forget it.”

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can I req smut maknae(yes jeongin) on top? *wink* *wink*

Hiiii, here is your request. i hope you liked it. i know i took a little creative liberty, but Iihope it meets your expectations

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Off Limits

paring: jeongin x hyunjin!littlesister!fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.2 k (1239)

warnings: age gap, fingering (fem reciving), unprotected sex (dont), creampie, dirty talk, top!jeongin

It was supposed to be just a quiet night at Hyunjin’s apartment. A few friends over, music low, leftover pizza on the coffee table.

You were curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through your phone when Jeongin dropped into the seat beside you. You’d known him forever — he was Hyunjin’s best friend, practically part of the family — but recently, something about him felt… different. Or maybe it was you who’d changed.

“Hey,” he said casually, leaning back. “Didn’t expect you here tonight.”

You shrugged. “Hyunjin said it was just a hangout. Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His eyes scanned you quickly — the oversized hoodie you wore didn’t quite hide the curve of your bare thighs, the way you kept tucking your hair behind your ear. “Mind? Not at all.” His voice dipped lower. “Just… surprised.”

The night went on. People talked, laughed, drifted into different rooms. And somehow, you and Jeongin kept ending up next to each other — your knees brushing under the table, his hand brushing yours when he passed you a drink.

By the time Hyunjin disappeared into his room to grab something, it was just the two of you in the living room. The silence was almost loud.

Jeongin’s gaze lingered on you. “You know…” he began, shifting closer, “…you shouldn’t sit like that around me.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Legs all bare… looking at me like you don’t even realize what you’re doing.” His smirk deepened. “Or maybe you do.”

Your breath caught when his hand came to rest on your knee, warm and steady.

“Jeongin—”

“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in so close his breath ghosted over your ear. “Hyunjin’s little sister, huh? If he knew the kind of thoughts I’ve had about you…” His fingers slid a fraction higher. “…he’d kill me.”

You should’ve pulled away. Instead, you swallowed hard, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What kind of thoughts?”

That smirk again — sharper now. “Ones where you’re under me. Saying my name. Begging.”

His thumb traced slow circles against your skin, traveling higher until the hem of your hoodie brushed over his hand.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Is that because you’re nervous… or because you’ve been thinking about this too?”

“I—” you started, but his hand slid between your thighs, pushing them apart just enough for him to step in closer.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said with a low chuckle, “I might think you’re inviting me.”

You could smell his cologne — warm, clean, faintly musky — as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You know what the problem is with you being younger?” His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “You think you can play innocent. But I can see right through you.”

Before you could answer, his mouth was on yours — hot, claiming, tasting like the beer he’d been drinking. His grip on your jaw tightened just enough to hold you there while his tongue slid past your lips, stealing every ounce of air from your lungs.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker, his breathing heavier. “Bedroom. Now.”

Something in his tone left no room for argument. He guided you down the hall, shutting the door quietly behind you.

“On the bed,” he ordered, standing over you while you sat, heart hammering. “Hoodie off.”

You obeyed, the air cool against your bare skin. His gaze dragged down your body, slow and deliberate, before he joined you on the bed, knees caging your hips.

“You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he said, fingers skimming under the waistband of your shorts. “Hyunjin sitting right in the other room while I ruin you.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed a hand to your chest, pushing you flat against the mattress. His other hand slid your shorts down, leaving you exposed under his intense stare.

“Look at you,” he murmured, settling between your thighs. “All worked up for me already. And I haven’t even started.”

He bent forward, his lips ghosting over your ear again. “You’re gonna say my name so loud, baby, you’ll forget your brother’s even home.”

He didn’t waste time. His fingers traced down your stomach, stopping just above where you needed him most. “So warm already,” he murmured, smirking when your hips shifted. “Guess the innocent act really is just an act, huh?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers brushing over your heat in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sound you made was embarrassingly loud.

“Shh,” he teased, pressing another finger against you, “unless you want your brother to hear every little sound you make.”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking into his touch.

“Please,” you breathed.

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Please what?”

“Jeongin—”

“Mm, that’s better,” he said, his smirk widening. “Say it again.”

When you obeyed, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your back arch. His pace was slow at first — just enough to keep you desperate — until he leaned down and captured your mouth in another rough kiss, swallowing your soft gasps.

“You feel so tight,” he growled against your lips, his thumb pressing to your clit as his fingers worked faster. “Bet you’ve never had anyone fuck you like this.”

You were already trembling when he pulled away abruptly, leaving you empty and whining.

“Off,” he ordered, tugging your shorts and underwear the rest of the way down. His shirt followed, revealing the lean muscle you’d only caught glimpses of before.

Climbing over you again, he caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. With the other, he freed himself, the heat of him pressing against your thigh.

“You’re gonna take all of me,” he said, lining himself up. “And you’re gonna keep quiet, or Hyunjin’s gonna come running in here.”

The first push had you gasping — the stretch intense, stealing your breath. Jeongin’s jaw clenched as he sank in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips still. “You feel… perfect.”

When he started moving, his pace was relentless — deep, controlled thrusts that made your nails dig into the sheets. Every few strokes, he’d shift his angle just enough to hit that spot that had you choking on his name.

“That’s it,” he said through gritted teeth, “say it louder.”

You shook your head, biting your lip, but he only drove into you harder, his grip on your wrists tightening.

“Say it.”

“J-Jeongin—!”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking me so well for someone who’s supposed to be off-limits.”

Your body was already close to the edge when he released your wrists, his hand sliding down to grab your thigh and hook it over his hip. The new angle had you clenching around him, your cries muffled against his shoulder as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his thumb finding your clit again. “Now.”

The command tipped you over instantly, your whole body tightening as waves of release crashed through you. Jeongin followed moments later with a low, guttural sound, spilling into you as he buried himself to the hilt.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing.

Then Jeongin smirked down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Hyunjin can never know.”

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