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ᥫ᭡ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ( xdinary heroes )

❛ It’s the first time you use the strap on him.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, Junhan gets pegged for the first time, smut, Reader uses strap, handjob, strap rubs your clit.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows that danced across the walls. You and Hyeongjun stood at the edge of the bed, the air thick with unspoken tension. You could feel the electricity between you, a palpable current that seemed to draw you closer.

With a gentle yet firm touch, you reached for Hyeongjun’s hand, guiding him to sit on the bed. His eyes widened slightly, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness evident in his gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling with a hint of vulnerability.

You smiled softly, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a fleeting kiss. “I’m sure,” you whispered, your voice carrying a quiet confidence. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him gently back onto the bed. Hyeongjun’s breath hitched, his body responding to your assertiveness with a shiver of excitement.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, and he looked up at you with a blend of awe and desire. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, trailing down his neck to the collar of his shirt. “I want to take care of you tonight,” you murmured, your eyes locking onto his as you began to unbutton his shirt with deliberate slowness.

Hyeongjun’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you exposed more of his skin. His hands rested on your thighs, his touch hesitant, as if seeking permission. “You’re so beautiful,” you said softly, leaning down to place a tender kiss on his chest. Your words seemed to break the last of his resistance, and he sighed, his body relaxing under your ministrations.

With his shirt discarded, you took a moment to admire the sight before you. Hyeongjun’s skin was warm and inviting, his muscles taut with anticipation. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

He shook his head, his voice barely more than a breathless plea. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Your lips curved into a satisfied smile as you continued your exploration, your hands mapping every inch of his body with a mix of tenderness and control. You took your time, savoring each reaction, each gasp and moan that escaped his lips. The power you held over him was intoxicating, but it was tempered by the deep affection you felt for him.

When you finally leaned back, your eyes meeting his once more, you saw the trust and adoration in his gaze. It made your heart swell with emotion. “I want you,” he said, his voice a low, sultry promise. “But only if you’re ready.”

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. “I’m ready,” you replied, your voice steady, a contrast to the trembling of his hands as they moved to help you undress before you removed yourself entirely off the bed.

The room’s ambient light cast a warm glow on your skin, accentuating the intimacy of the moment. You stood by the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving Hyeongjun’s as you reached for the strap. His breath seemed to catch in his throat, eyes widening with a mix of awe and anticipation as he watched your every move.

With deliberate slowness, you fastened the harness around your hips, the leather straps snug against your skin. Each motion was intentional, your hands moving with a practiced ease that spoke of confidence and control. Hyeongjun’s gaze followed your every action, his eyes darkening with desire. You could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, the anticipation making his breath come in shallow gasps.

You took a moment to adjust the fit, your fingers brushing over the straps with a languid sensuality before grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting a generous amount of it onto your hand. “Do you like what you see?” you asked softly, your voice carrying a teasing lilt as your lubricated fingers wrapped themselves around the plastic length now attached to you, stroking it slowly. Hyeongjun swallowed hard, his eyes locking onto yours as he nodded, unable to tear his gaze away.

“You’re… incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile, the power you held over him intoxicating.

You approached the bed with a slow, purposeful stride, your eyes never leaving his. Hyeongjun’s gaze traveled down your body, lingering on the strap, and you could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he bit his lip in anticipation. You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself between his legs, and leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

“Are you ready for me?” you whispered against his mouth, your voice a sultry promise. Hyeongjun’s hands trembled as they came to rest on your hips, his touch both tentative and eager.

“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes wide with trust and longing. “I want you.”

With a tender smile, you positioned yourself, your hand guiding the strap as you moved closer. Hyeongjun’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips as you began to enter him. The connection between you was electric, a dance of give and take, of trust and desire.

Once you managed to fill him up completely, you stilled. His face was scrunched up at the slight pain he’d expected, though it gradually relaxed as you pulled back slowly. In that moment, you were both lost in the sensation, the world outside fading away until there was only the two of you, intertwined in a symphony of passion and intimacy. The strap rubbed your core deliciously, adding to your own pleasure.

The room seemed to pulse with an almost tangible energy, the dim light casting your intertwined shadows onto the walls. You could feel the intensity building between you, a crescendo of emotions and sensations that left you both breathless.

As you moved against Hyeongjun, his moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred you on. His hands clutched at the sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. “That’s it,” you murmured, your voice low and husky. “You’re doing so well, Hyeongjun. So perfect for me.”

His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and desire that took your breath away. Each thrust elicited another moan from his lips, his body arching beneath you in response to your movements. “You feel so good,” you continued, your words punctuated by the rhythm of your hips. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

Hyeongjun’s face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Please,” he managed to whisper, his voice cracking with need. “Don’t stop.”

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I won’t stop. I want to hear you, Hyeongjun. I want to hear how much you need this.” Your hand slipped between his legs, your fingers finding his own leaking length and adding another layer of sensation as you stroked him at a speed that matched your hips. The effect was immediate, his body trembling as he cried out your name.

“Beautiful,” you praised, your voice filled with a mix of affection and command. “You’re so good for me. So perfect. I love the way you respond to me.” Each word seemed to drive him higher, his moans growing louder, more desperate. The sight of him, lost in the pleasure you were giving him, was almost too much to bear.

You could feel the tension coiling in your own body, the shared intensity of the moment pushing you both closer to the edge. “You’re amazing,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “I love watching you like this. You’re everything to me.”

Hyeongjun’s hands reached up, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you down for a kiss. It was a kiss filled with passion and desperation, a meeting of mouths that conveyed all the words you couldn’t say. “I love you,” he gasped against your lips, his voice breaking with the intensity of his feelings.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart swelling with the depth of your emotion. “So much.” And with those words, you both let go, the world around you dissolving into a haze of shared ecstasy.

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Baby Fever

OT6 ✵ Summary: When they catch baby fever. (non-idol/idol au) WC:~1.5k  Warning:none

❃ Gunil

Suddenly you were instilled with the responsibility of watching your baby nephew. Fortunately it wasn’t too big of an issue since you and Gunil were planning on having an at home date anyway. Still you shot him a quick text informing him about the extra company you two were going to have. 

When Gunil received the text notifying him about the presence your baby nephew would have at your twos’ date he was happy. A smile quickly cracking onto his face. This was going to be the first time that he met your nephew. 

The second you opened the door to your place with your baby nephew in your arms his heart melted. Immediately cooing at the child. 

“Say hi,” you said, picking up your nephew’s arm to wave at Gunil. Your baby nephew chose to be shy and hid his head in your chest. The sight pulled on Gunil’s heartstrings. That’s when thoughts crossed his mind about your own child clinging to you like that. They’re thoughts that he can’t stop thinking about for the rest of the night. Even more so when your nephew decided that he did actually like Gunil, so much that he’s currently taking a nap on his chest. 

“I like sleeping on his chest too,” you say to the sleeping child, gently rubbing its back. 

“Y/n, baby, my love.” Gunil looks at you with the most love filled eyes.

“Yeah?” You look at him suspiciously. 

“I want one.” He looks down at your nephew lovingly. 

❃ Jungsu

“Oh right I almost forgot, do you want to see my new baby niece?” you asked Jungsu, already pulling the photos up on your phone.

“Of course,” Jungsu smiled, leaning in to look at your phone. At first they’re just normal baby photos. Then some of the parents holding their child, but then you slide to the next photo and it’s you holding the baby. Cradling it ever so carefully in your arms. In the first one you're looking at the camera, but in the second you’re peering down at the baby in your arms. It triggers something in Jungsu. His heart becoming mush at the sight. 

“And it was so cute. She grabbed onto my finger and wouldn’t let go.” You found the photo of your niece holding your finger. That photo made it too easy for Jungsu to imagine it was your own child holding onto your finger like that. That was all it took really. Jungsu's mind quickly became overwhelmed with thoughts of starting a family with you and raising your twos’ child together.

“Seeing my niece kinda made me want one too,” you voiced as if you could hear the thoughts that he was having. 

“It sounds nice right. Us having a baby together. One day in the future.” He linked your hands together. Looking at you with the most lovestruck eyes like he’s ready to take on anything with you. 

❃ Jiseok

You and Jisoek were only supposed to be grabbing diapers. Your older sibling asked you to pick some up while you were out. Somehow Jiseok found himself perusing the rest of the baby aisle. Finding the jumper selection quite amusing. 

“Babe this one has dinosaurs on it!” he called excitedly, holding up the jumper for you to see. 

“I was wondering where you wandered off to,” you said, joining him by the jumpers. 

“Aren’t they cute?” He continued to look through the jumpers. 

“Oh my god I’d have to get my kid this one!” He animatedly says, grabbing a jumper that had a microscope on it. That’s the sentence that started it all. The words my kid specifically. Because now he’s looking at the jumper trying to imagine what yours and his child would look like. Then he’s imagining your life with a baby added to the equation. The cute clothes he could buy. The endless amount of diapers you would go through. Sleepless nights spent caring for your child. Images of you two walking down the street with your child in the middle of you two. Holding one of your hands each. 

“Jiseok, where’s your mind going?” You pull him back to reality. He looks back at the jumper in his hand. 

“Our future together. Raising a kid together. Being parents together.” He looks back at you with stars in his eyes. 

❃ Seungmin

Seungmin didn’t think that seeing you take care of a child who fell and scraped their knee could trigger something so desiring inside of him. Maybe it had more to do with the fact that he kept hearing about people in his circle either getting married or having kids. All he knew right now in the moment seeing you carefully place the bandaid on the injured kid's knee with such a gentle look in your eyes was that he wanted to have a child with you. Even more so when he heard the kid telling you about how his mom says kisses make pain go away, so you send a flying kiss to the kid's knee and help them stand up. Watching them as they run off to going back to playing. 

“You would make such a good parent.” Seungmin came up behind you, encasing you in his arms and resting his head over your shoulder. 

“You think so?” You turn your head to look at him. 

“Mm-hm,” he hummed, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “I think we would make amazing parents one day.” Right now he wants that day to be sooner rather than later, but he should at least try to keep his cool, so he refrains from adding that part. Soon enough you two are back on your way, but Seungmin can’t help imagining you two with another little person in your lives. 

❃ Hyeongjun

“Are you eating baby food?” Hyeongjun feels very perplexed as he looks at the container you’re eating out of. The one that literally says “snacks for babies” on it. 

“I know it looks weird, but they’re so good. These cinnamon apple puffs. Babies have no idea how great they have it,” you told him, taking more from the container. 

“So did you just go out and buy baby food?” he asked.

“Not exactly. I was watching my friend’s nephew earlier and I saw my friend take out a handful while she was getting the snack for her nephew and at first like you I was like ‘Why are you eating baby food?’ Then she offered me some and I understood, so yes I did proceed to buy these on my way back.” Why you telling that story made Hyeongjun think of you getting snacks for your child and taking some for yourself too, he’s not entirely sure. However now that he has the thoughts of you and him having a kid are in his head. He realizes that he likes the idea a lot. More than a lot maybe. 

Now he finds himself looking up baby food recipes which leads to looking at other baby related things. Currently he’s the one standing in front of the baby foods at the store. 

“If you want to try it just get it. I’m not gonna judge,” you tell him. 

“I want to buy it for our kid,” he said, causing you to stop in your tracks. 

“But we don’t have one,” you say. 

“I know, but I want one.” He looks at you with a look of love and seriousness.

❃ Jooyeon

It started with a video. One funny baby video. That one funny baby video somehow turned into his entire feed becoming baby related videos. It was like babies took over his entire brain.

“Jooyeon what’s with all the baby videos you send me lately? They’re cute, but it’s not the kind of videos you usually send,” you asked him one day after he sent you a baby video for the fifth time today. 

“They’re the only content that I consume now apparently.” His answer only made you more confused.

“I’m sorry what?” you chuckled. 

“At first it was just funny ones. Then some cute ones of babies interacting with animals and it kinda spiraled from there. My phone is even giving me ads related to baby foods now, but I don’t even mind it,” he shared. 

“Sounds like you caught baby fever.” You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. 

“I want one so bad. Can we have one please?” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “I bet we would have the cutest baby,” he added, picking his head up.

“Jooyeon, babies are a big responsibility.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. 

“I know, trust me I know. I spent the past few weeks watching baby videos like it’s my job. I even learned about milk tongue,” he states. “So what do you say?” He loosely wrapped his arms around your lower back.

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Want You Like That | OT6

OT6 | Ramble, MTL (but all in one post this time LOL) Summary: Thoughts on giving/receiving edging from ot6 :) WC: 2.4k Genre: Smut Warnings: Edging (obvs), dirty talk, slight impact play, Subby Junhan, cum play briefly mentioned, all of these are implied unprotected sex scenarios (wrap it before you tap it, pls be safe!), coming inside, let me know if I missed anything pls!! A/N: I’m like… half combining this and an old ask that I never finished about subby Junhan, so anon who asked that... it is here and i am SO sorry it took me 90 years to do it, I kept going insane thinking about it LOL,,, I am a subby Junhan truther, I am sorry (I'm not sorry). Also! Everyone say thank you to my girlfriend for sending me this ask bc… WOOF!

GIVING

MOST

Ode Jooyeon Gunil Gaon Jungsu Junhan

LEAST

Am I projecting? Maybe! But hear me out on this! I think Jooyeon and Seungmin would be the most into giving. It’s been like two months since I first saw this clip of him gripping the fuck out of that keyboard and I have not stopped thinking about it, like, there’s no way Seungmin isn’t the biggest tease in the entire world. 

Because Seungmin wouldn’t just edge you one way or another. It would be Every. Single. Possible. Way. He’d tease you by rubbing your clit over your panties, whispering filthy things to you about how precious it was that you were about to come even though he hadn’t even really touched you yet, how he can feel how wet you are just for him… he’d edge you when he’d finally pull your panties off and eat you out, purposely slowing down his tongue whenever you bucked your hips or squirmed under him, bringing you bright back to the edge again by humming around your clit so the vibrations ran through you… AND let’s talk about fingering. He’d absolutely just use one finger at first just to hear you beg for more, just to hear you whine about how you want to be full, and he’d oblige, obviously, but he’d move so fucking slow that you could cry. And of course he’d fake pity you, telling you that he’s just making sure you could take his cock (even though he’d make you take it regardless). GOD!! AND THEN!!! The way he’d bring you right to the edge, making you think he’d let you come around his fingers before he’d switch up and fuck into you… saying something like “Fuck, all that time I spent stretching you open with my fingers and you’re still so fucking tight around my cock…”… the way he’d pull out almost completely when you were about to come, every movement of his bringing you closer and closer before he’d stop, loving how you were completely at his mercy… how he’d praise you right after and tell you that you’re so beautiful when you come, he should let you finish more often… 

Jooyeon, on the other hand, I think is much more of a brat than Seungmin is. He wouldn’t edge you for a long period of time, and he wouldn’t do it to make you squirm and whine to remind you that you belong to him, as much as he would just for his own pleasure. He would only edge you when he ate you out, and he’d do it just so he could stay laying between your legs, running his tongue up and down your slit until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck you… but he could eat you out forever if you’d let him. He’d push your thighs apart every time you’d try to squeeze them together to get any kind of friction on your clit so you could come, and he’d keep you right on the edge by pressing kisses into your skin, your wetness coating his chin and lips, leaving your inner thighs wet. You would absolutely feel him smirk against you every time you whined or moaned or begged him to just let you come, and when you’d ask him to compromise and just let you come and he could keep eating you out, he’d say something like “I’m already eating you out doll, why would I stop just to let you come?” AND!! When he’d finally let you come after he couldn’t even breathe on you without you getting close, he wouldn’t stop… he would overstimulate you into oblivion, leaving you knowing nothing but the feel of his tongue on your pussy, the press of his fingertips in your thighs, his needy, loving noises and the ecstasy wracking through your body,

Gunil could go either way, but he leans more toward to being open to it more often. He wouldn’t edge you every time you fucked, and he wouldn't ever edge you more than once or twice. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take his time, going excruciatingly slowly, building your orgasm up over time. In a way, it was teasing for him too, having to hold back from slamming into you like he was used to, but as much pleasure as he got from doing that, he got more out of cooing at you when you writhed and grabbed out for him. While he’d start with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at his usual pace, he’d use his free hand to yank at your hair, saying “Don’t you dare. You’re going to come on my cock or you’re not going to come at all.” And then, he’d run his hands up and down your body so slowly while he fucked into you at the slowest possible speed, making sure you felt every single inch of him, saying things like “There you go, that’s my good girl. Fuck, take my cock just like that.” and when you’d beg him to come, he’d click his tongue at you and grab your chin, making you look at him so he knew you were listening when he’d say “I know you want to come, baby. I know. I want you to come too, but you���re so pretty when you take my cock like this… so fucking beautiful…. just a little more, baby. You can take it.” And, of course, you would, because you would do anything he asked of you, even if it meant trying to take slow, deep breaths as he fucked you slowly until he’d finally let you come.

Gaon is very middle ground. He’d do it if the time felt right and he, too, was feeling like a little brat, but his edging would be unconventional. He’s the type to pull you over his lap and spank you, “accidentally” letting his fingers slide between your legs to get them wet. When you’d arch your back a little every time he’d do that, he’d make a note of it, mentally, before eventually being bold and sliding his fingers into you. But of course, your moans and whines of “I’m gonna come” would be met with “Oh, but I’m not done spanking you, princess.” before he’d pull his fingers out of you and slap your ass again, the wetness on his palm only adding to the sting.

Jungsu, too, is different. He isn’t into edging so that he could have power over you or anything like that. He’s more into accidental edging, if that makes sense. What I mean is that he’s such a cock warming guy. He’d want to be inside you every time you were cuddled up somewhere watching a show or a movie, feeling how you’d get wet over time for him whenever he’d tease you by moving or thrusting into you to remind you that the two of you were one in that moment. But a movie is a long time… and if it was a movie with particularly raunchy scenes? He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking into you as a natural reaction. But when he’d feel you clench around him, he’d slow down, saying things like “Shh, relax, angel. Relax. We’ve got 15 minutes left, you can do it.”

And Junhan… well. I have little to say on this because I will have a lot to say about him in a moment. He isn’t into edging you. He’s into being edged.

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RECEIVING 

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Junhan Ode Jungsu Gaon Jooyeon Gunil

LEAST

Let’s Talk About Submissive Junhan. If there are no submissive Junhan lovers in the world, I am gone. Because he’d make the prettiest sounds whenever you edged him. Not even necessarily in a 24/7 domme/sub dynamic way, let’s focus solely on the sex. He’s such a whiny boy. A desperate, needy angel. Because when you’d hold his cock in one hand and teasingly bring a vibrator to and from his tip, he’d buck his hips up and whine and gasp, begging for more but not even being able to find the words to do so. His fists would ball up in the sheets next to him and he’d throw his head back… God, he’d look so pretty laying there with wide eyes and his hair all splayed out, panting, his pre-cum leaking out of him, his face red. The way his chest would heave with deep shaky breaths… And when you’d coo at him like he was nothing but a desperate little thing, he’d twitch in your hands, on the brink of coming just from that alone. You wouldn’t even have to degrade him in a hardcore way, either. Just saying things like “oh, look at you, poor needy thing” and “such a good boy for me,” would make him shake. Laughing at him a little, sadistically, despite your tone being sweet… putting the vibrator on the head of his cock while your other hand moved up and down just slightly, feeling him twitch in your hand, so close to coming. “Awh, are you gonna come? Already?” You’d ask, keeping the vibrator on him. And when he’d answer with frantic nods and a choked out “yes” you’d pull the vibrator away and the room would fill with his desperate whines… following it up with “You’ll come when I say you can.” And because he’s a good boy, obviously he’d nod and accept it, despite being so frustrated and pent up and needy. And of course, when you did let him come, he’d whine even louder, constantly thanking you, his hips bucking and his cum getting all over him, painting him as such a pretty mess…

Now, Seungmin… is not that kind of submissive in my eyes. He’s not a total dom, but he likes to switch things up, letting you take the lead sometimes. He wouldn’t get off on the idea of spending a long time with a toy on him, he wants to feel you around him, even if that means teasing him like that. He’s into edging in the sense that he uses it as a way to get himself closer and closer to the edge in terms of having to take over and pin you down and fuck you in return for your teasing. He’d love watching you bounce on his cock, muttering “Fuck, I’m so close, fuck,” while his fingers dug into your hips, which would give him easy access to slap your ass when you’d stop and get off, innocently saying you’re just switching positions when you both knew that you were just doing it to be a brat and edge him. The way he’d get more and more frustrated and pent up every time you’d come on his cock but you wouldn’t let him come yet would drive him wild, until you were literally pinned down on the bed or against the wall while he fucked his cum into you.

Let’s go back to cock warming Jungsu because mentally, I’m still there. If roles were reversed and you were the one who was moving on purpose, clenching around him and teasing him, he’d love it. Again, not because he wants you to take control (though he wouldn’t be against letting you be in charge every once in a great while) but because he loves knowing that you want him so badly that you’d be willing to tease him like that. When you’d “innocently” shift so he was deeper inside you, he’d let out a small groan, asking you “God, princess, what are you doing?” while his head fell into your neck, and his breathing would be so ragged and shallow. Obviously, you’d pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about, giggling softly as you’d “accidentally” grind against him, which would bring him closer and closer. He’d grab your waist to try to stop you, his voice almost pained as he’d say “Stop it or I’ll come.” And hey, you’re a good girl, so you’d listen! You’d stop moving entirely, leaving him right there on that edge. Maybe he should be careful what he wishes for.

Gaon is also a brat. He just is. But again, I think he’s very give or take, middle of the road. When I think about edging Gaon, it’s always something public. A quickie or teasing him in the car, not even touching him. He’s the kind of person who could come just from your words, and suggestive, little touches. If you whispered to him about how wet you were, or how bad you wanted him inside you, he’d get hard on the spot. It would only get worse for him when you’d rub his arm, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and stroking it slowly, mirroring the same way you loved to stroke his cock. He’d be so close to coming, telling you “Fuck, please just touch me… I need you.” But you, ever the responsible one, wouldn’t. You’d just take your hands away from him completely and tell him that he’d have to wait until he was home if he wanted to come with you, but rest assured, you were just as needy as he was.

And if I say that Jooyeon would be into thigh fucking, then what? The way he’d slide his cock between the soft skin of your inner thighs, your wetness only helping him go faster, would make him so needy, even a bit whiney. Be it on the couch, in bed, in a bath together or hell, even bent over a table or counter, he’d happily take you up on the offer to fuck your thighs. It would start as foreplay, almost every time, but when you’d take a step away from him, teasing him and leaving him panting and needy, his brows would furrow. And you better believe that after you doing that enough times, he’d have enough, pushing you over the nearest flat surface and fucking into you, hard and fast.

Gunil… simply wouldn’t be into it. Sure, you could edge him once or twice every now and then, but it would be foreplay, and much like Jooyeon, he’d have to remind you of your place, remind you that he’s in charge and he’s the one who decides when either of you get to come, not you. And he’d make you say it too. Grabbing your hair and yanking it, whispering in your ear, “You thought you were so cute, trying to pull that little stunt, weren’t you?” Before he’d spank you, hard enough to leave a mark before fucking into you… and dare I say? Coming inside you so you were reminded that you were his, in every possible way. (Gunil having a breeding kink? Who's to say...)

[jungsufan]

🤭

[xeunghan]

©Fallin818

[oddaesthetin]

junhan is probably the type of boyfriend/love interest who:

- will ask you on discord movie or anime dates late at night when he’s done with practice and couldn’t sleep but is too tired to travel, and/or when he’s at tour

- LEGO ACTIVITIES. i’ve read from somewhere that he likes assembling models (idk how to explain it but when i read it i aGREED cause he just looks like that kind of person)

- mostly when he knows you need a break. he’s not that great with words so it’d be his own little way of keeping your mind away from what’s stressing you out.

- if you like baking, he’ll probably ask you to teach him ;;; he’s a really attentive guy so learning will be easy for him. after that, he’ll always have a cookie in his pocket to give to you when you two are out and about

- he’ll share his hair ties with you anytime anywhere 💯. if you let him, he’ll do your ponytail, too

- will also let you corrupt his punk-goth-emo aesthetic by letting you put those cute little and noisy keychains on his bag ++ will let you design/paint his nails (only if you let him do yours, too ;P)

- will also be your go-to stylist for whenever you don’t have the energy or doesn’t feel like dressing up

- since he’s not big on gatherings either, if he notices that your social battery is down he’ll pull the two of you out immediately for the sake of the both of you

- the type of boyfriend who stares at you with those two lil shy and googly eyes. as an introvert, when he stares, HE STARES. and you don’t even notice it most of the time, but other people DO

- aLSO, contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’d be that shy or too much of a sub when he’s with someone he truly trust?? almost every fic i’ve read of him already established him as a puppy but gUYS, you know how they say it’s always the quiet ones 😉🙂‍↕️ (no but also bcs as someone on the introverted side, being comfy w/ people really just takes a lot of time but that doesn’t necessarily mean we cannot get accustomed to certain things 😭😭)

- will subtly kiss the back of your hand when nobody (NOBODY) is looking #alexaplayshyboybysecret

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lol my render is done id hav to byebye. ill prolly just update this list after im done being occupied w other things. this will be it for now, c ya

[sugawhaaa]

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Actively being updated!!

🍓:: smut

🍊::fluff

🍋::angst

🍏::drabble

🫐:: headcanons

🍇:: audio

✰ .ᐟ Ot6/headcanons .ᐟ ✰

🍓🫐- their fav positions

🍊🫐-girl dad, boy dad, or somewhere in between?

🍓🫐-walking in on the two of you

🍓🍊🫐-catching you reading smut about them

✰ .ᐟ GUNIL .ᐟ ✰

🍇-...

🍓🍊🫐-thinking of gunil as your bf

✰ .ᐟ JUNGSU .ᐟ ✰

🍊🍏-is that even a question?

✰ .ᐟ GAON .ᐟ ✰

🍊🍓🫐-Christmas with Gaon

🍇-edging

🍓🍊-high fashion

🍓🍋-I want them to hear you

🍇-...

🍓🫐-sex with Gaon would...

🍓-hot summer day

✰ .ᐟ ODE .ᐟ ✰

🍓-hurts so good

🍓🍊🫐-thinking of gaon as your bf

🍓🍊-interrupting fox

🍊🍓🫐-Christmas with seungmin

🍓🍊-1:32am

🍊🫐🍓-Ode as your boyfriend

🍊-lipstick

✰ .ᐟ JUNHAN .ᐟ ✰

🍓-lets keep this our little secret

🍓🍊-hybrid?

🍓🍊-I don't want the members seeing you like this

🍇-...

🍓🍊🫐-thinking of junhan as your bf

✰ .ᐟ JOOYEON .ᐟ ✰

🍇-...

[minhosbitterriver]

🪩 ARROGANT & GREEDY. ( xdinary heroes )

❛ While getting ready for a night out at the club with your friends, your boyfriend, Hyeongjun decides to tease you.

𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐮𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ) 4.5k

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Another amazing request made by the wonderful 🍀 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, Junhan gets pegged, he's also a tease while wearing a skirt, smut, Reader uses strap, slight edging, let me know if I missed anything!

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Your gaze lingered on your lover's short, pleated black skirt as he leaned over the bathroom sink, meticulously adjusting his hair. The soft glow of the bathroom light cast a golden hue over his delicate features, each movement accentuating his exquisite beauty in the stillness of the night. He looked effortlessly captivating, dressed in a rich red sweater over a plaid button-up, the collars of the shirt peeking playfully from beneath the sweater, adding a touch of classic charm to his ensemble. His look was completed with thick-platformed boots and red socks, a bold and shameless declaration of his unique style.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, the sight of him igniting a tender warmth within you. The shirt you were about to pull on slipped from your fingers, forgotten, as you moved toward him. The cool air brushed against your bare torso, a detail that immediately caught Hyeongjun’s attention. As you approached, you placed your hands gently on his hips, your fingertips lightly pressing into the soft fabric of his skirt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you watched his eyes meet yours, a silent understanding passing between you. The moment felt suspended in time, a beautiful interlude of intimacy and affection amidst the stillness of the night.

Your touch was a quiet whisper of adoration, a testament to the unspoken bond you shared. Hyeongjun’s gaze softened, and a subtle, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips. The room seemed to hold its breath, the quiet hum of the world outside fading into the background. You reveled in the serene beauty of the moment, the simple act of being together, utterly and shamelessly yourselves. The night wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, each second a cherished echo of your unspoken connection.

"You look so pretty, baby," you murmured into his ear, your voice a soft caress. You felt a shiver run down his spine, a wave of satisfaction washing over you at his reaction. "I almost don't want others to see you like this."

His eyes met yours in the mirror, a mixture of appreciation and desire flickering within them. The intimacy of the moment deepened, the night cocooning you both in its gentle embrace. Each second stretched into an eternity, a beautifully crafted tapestry of shared secrets and silent promises.

At this, he giggled shyly, a soft sound that filled the quiet room, shaking his head lightly as if to dismiss your words. "Don’t start this, we promised our friends we’d be at the club on time," he murmured, his voice tinged with a playful reproach. Despite his protest, his body betrayed him, leaning back against your frame with a subtle, yielding motion.

The warmth of his back against your bare chest was a silent confession of his true intent, a wordless invitation that made you chuckle mischievously. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, the way his heartbeat subtly quickened in response to your presence. The air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken desires, the night deepening the sense of intimacy that enveloped you both.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer, your touch a blend of tenderness and teasing. The fabric of his skirt brushed against your skin, a tactile reminder of the delicate balance between restraint and indulgence. His head tilted slightly, allowing you to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the natural warmth of his skin.

Each moment stretched languidly, a beautifully choreographed dance of affection and longing. The promise of the night out with friends hung in the air, but here, in the intimate cocoon of the bathroom, time seemed to stand still. Your chuckle echoed softly, a shared secret between lovers, as you reveled in the exquisite tension that bound you together.

You hum in acknowledgment of his words, your voice a soft, melodic response that reverberates through the stillness of the night. Slowly, you trace your fingertips up his arms, savoring the way his breath catches in anticipation. The delicate dance of your touch elicits a shiver from him, each movement a silent promise of what is to come. “I’m sure they won’t miss us too much if we get there a bit later,” you murmur, your voice low and soothing. “They’ll probably already be drunk by then.”

As you speak, you press your body firmly against his, the warmth of your skin melding with his own. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, where you begin to plant a trail of sloppy kisses, each one imbued with a fervent urgency. The taste of his skin lingers on your lips, sweet and intoxicating. You stop just before reaching his collarbones or shoulders, having no intention of undressing him. The barrier of his clothes adds to the tantalizing allure of the moment.

Your hands roam towards his chest, caressing every inch of his torso with a reverent touch. You drape your body over his slender figure, pushing him gently so he leans over the sink. The cool porcelain contrasts with the heat between you, heightening the sensory experience. Your movements are deliberate, each one calculated to elicit a response from him.

Through all of this, he has become a whimpering mess, his eyes wide with desire as he watches you work him up through the mirror. His breath comes in shallow gasps, the intensity of the moment reflected in the way his body reacts to your touch. The sight of him, vulnerable and yearning, ignites a primal satisfaction within you. 

Your lips remained firmly planted on his skin, each kiss a fervent declaration of your desire. You moved with an eager urgency, your fingers scrambling slightly as you lifted his skirt up to his hips. The soft fabric slid upward, revealing more of his tantalizing form. Then, as your eyes traveled lower, your breath hitched in your throat.

The realization that Hyeongjun was not wearing any underwear struck you with a jolt of raw excitement. The sight was intoxicating, a bold and unexpected revelation that left you momentarily speechless. When you finally looked up to meet his gaze, you were greeted by a mischievous grin that played across his lips, his eyes twinkling with a daring glint.

This unexpected act of boldness sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of exhilaration surging through you. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, the sound reverberating in the quiet bathroom, mingling with the soft hum of the night outside. The air between you crackled with electricity, the intimate moment charged with an unspoken intensity that bound you together even more tightly.

Your hands roamed over his exposed skin, each touch a blend of reverence and longing. The warmth of his body beneath your fingertips was a tantalizing contrast to the cool air, heightening your senses and deepening your connection. You could feel his breath quicken, his anticipation mirroring your own, as the boundaries between you blurred into a seamless tapestry of shared desire.

A fresh wave of excitement surged through you, compelling you to drop to your knees. The cold tiles pressed against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between you. Hyeongjun’s core was already glistening with anticipation, his arousal evident in the soft, shimmering trail that adorned his thighs. Yet, what captivated you most was the unmistakable glisten of lube that surrounded his entrance, an inviting promise of what was to come.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. The sight of Hyeongjun bent over the bathroom sink, so vulnerable and yet so boldly prepared, was a visual feast that sent shivers down your spine. You glanced up, catching his eyes just as he was sheepishly watching you. His cheeks were flushed with a deep, rosy hue, a beautiful contrast to the cool tones of the bathroom.

As your laughter filled the space, he turned his head away, a wave of shyness overcoming him. The vulnerability in his gesture, the way he tried to hide his embarrassment, only heightened your affection for him. The intimate act of baring oneself completely, both physically and emotionally, created a bond that words could scarcely capture.

You took a moment to savor the sight before you, the delicate interplay of light and shadow dancing across his skin, the way his body trembled with anticipation. Every detail was a testament to the trust and connection you shared, a silent acknowledgment of the deep intimacy that bound you together.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns along his thighs, exploring the soft curves and contours that led to his most intimate area. The warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, was a symphony of sensations that filled you with a sense of reverent awe. 

“Am I that predictable?” you teased, your voice a playful whisper that danced through the air. The meek nod he offered in response made your heart swell with affection, a tender ache that coursed through you as you straightened up. With a sudden burst of energy, you pressed an aggressive kiss onto his cheek, the force of your lips against his skin a stark contrast to the gentle moment before.

“Don’t start this, we promised our friends we’d be at the club on time,” you quoted back at him, your tone laced with mockery. The words hung in the air, a teasing echo of his earlier admonition.

Without warning, your hand snapped across his cheek, the sound sharp and startling in the quiet room. His skin reddened beneath your touch, and an aroused yelp escaped his lips, the sound mingling with the electric tension between you. The unexpectedness of the act sent a thrill through you, a rush of exhilaration that made your heart race.

Hyeongjun’s reaction was immediate, his eyes widening in surprise and desire. The delicate balance of power and submission played out in the way he looked at you, his expression a beautiful blend of arousal and anticipation. The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of the moment, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

You took a step back, allowing the weight of the moment to settle around you both. The night outside was a silent witness to your intimate dance, the stars hidden behind a veil of clouds, their light barely penetrating the darkness. Within the confines of the bathroom, however, the world felt small and intensely focused, a universe where only the two of you existed.

Your hand lingered on his cheek, the warmth of his skin a comforting reminder of the connection you shared. The playful teasing, the aggressive kiss, the sudden slap—all of it combined to create a tapestry of emotions and sensations that bound you together in a way that words could scarcely capture. 

As you rub your hand gently over the spot you had slapped, attempting to soothe the sting, you can't help but admire the way his skin flushed under your touch. The contrast of red against the pale expanse of his cheek was mesmerizing, a testament to the intensity of your shared moment. Your fingers linger, tracing delicate patterns, each stroke a silent apology and an affirmation of your connection.

Your gaze drifted back into the shared bedroom, your eyes fixating on the nightstand where your collection of straps lay. The dim light cast shadows across the room, creating an intimate, almost mystical atmosphere. Each strap was a memory, a fragment of your shared experiences, imbued with the essence of your deepest desires. The nightstand stood as a silent guardian of your secrets, its drawers holding the tools that allowed you to explore the depths of your passion.

With a final, appreciative glance at Hyeongjun's outfit, you stepped away, leaving him standing over the sink. His reflection in the mirror captured the anticipation and longing etched across his features. The moment felt suspended in time, each second stretching out as you moved towards the nightstand. The soft rustle of your movements filled the room, mingling with the distant hum of the night outside.

You opened the drawer with deliberate slowness, your fingers brushing over the various straps before settling on a red one. Its vibrant hue matched the rich tone of his sweater, a perfect complement to the ensemble he had chosen. The strap felt cool and supple in your hands, its weight a familiar comfort. You lifted it with reverence, the significance of the choice resonating deeply within you.

Turning back to him, you saw the light blush spreading across his cheeks as he noticed the strap you had selected. His eyes met yours, a silent conversation passing between you, filled with unspoken promises and shared understanding. The color on his cheeks deepened, a beautiful testament to his vulnerability and the trust he placed in you.

The night seemed to hold its breath as you approached him once more, the red strap a vibrant thread weaving through the tapestry of your intimacy. Each step you took was a deliberate act, a reaffirmation of the bond you shared. The anticipation in the room was palpable, every detail heightened by the quiet intensity of the moment.

After swiftly securing the strap around your hips, you positioned yourself at his entrance, your fingers brushing lightly over his skin, feeling the anticipation radiating from his body. With a final, reassuring glance into his eyes reflected in the mirror, you began to press forward, the smooth motion drawing a shared breath from both of you. Your eyes remained locked on his face, eager to witness every nuance of his reaction.

As you finally sheathed yourself into him, his expression shifted into one of exquisite pleasure. The sight of his face scrunching up, the delicate interplay of pain and ecstasy painting his features, was breathtaking. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edges of the sink tighter, the tension in his body mirrored in the taut muscles of his arms. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, his eyes squeezing shut as he acclimated to the sensation.

You held still, allowing him time to adjust, watching intently as his breath gradually steadied. The way his body relaxed, muscles softening beneath your touch, was a beautiful testament to the trust he placed in you. When you saw him visibly ease, you began to move, pulling your hips back slowly before driving forward with a powerful thrust.

This time, a strangled moan escaped his lips, the sound raw and unrestrained. The noise was a symphony to your ears, spurring you on as you gradually picked up your pace. Each movement was deliberate, a careful balance between control and abandon, as you sought to draw out every ounce of pleasure from him.

Your hips moved with increasing rhythm, the pace steady and insistent. The room filled with the symphony of your shared breath, his moans mingling with the quiet gasps of exertion from your own lips. The mirror reflected the intimate dance, a visual echo of your connection, each thrust deepening the bond between you.

His body responded to your every touch, his skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. The way he writhed and arched beneath you, each motion a testament to the pleasure you were giving him, filled you with a sense of accomplishment and desire. The intimacy of the moment, the way your bodies moved in perfect harmony, was a beautiful expression of your love.

As you continued, the intensity built, the tempo of your movements increasing. The room seemed to pulse with the energy of your shared passion, every detail heightened by the electric charge between you. 

You cast a downward glance, captivated by the rhythmic dance of the strap as it pistons in and out of him. The sight was both mesmerizing and exhilarating, leaving you breathless with each undulating motion. The intensity of the moment was amplified by the way his skirt moved in time with your thrusts, the fabric shifting and fluttering with each powerful stroke, a tantalizing visual that only heightened your arousal.

Hyeongjun was a beautiful chaos, his body a portrait of unrestrained pleasure. He was lost in the throes of ecstasy, his words a stream of fragmented sentences and breathless moans. His voice, thick with desire, babbled incessantly, praising the way you made him feel, describing how utterly full he was. Each word was a testament to the pleasure you were giving him, a living echo of the connection you shared.

The more he surrendered to the sensation, the more your own arousal built, a crescendo of need and longing that matched the intensity of his responses. His surrender was palpable, his body writhing and arching with each thrust, a dance of flesh and sensation that was both primal and profoundly intimate. The way he lost himself in the moment, his expressions shifting from pleasure to vulnerability, only fueled your desire further.

Every gasp, every cry of pleasure, was a beautiful addition to the symphony of your shared experience. The room was filled with the sounds of your passion, each noise blending into a harmonious whole that was as electrifying as it was intimate. The heat between you was almost tangible, a living entity that seemed to grow with each passing second.

Leaning over him, you lifted the front of his skirt with deliberate care, exposing his aching length. The sight of him, vulnerable and eager, intensified the already charged atmosphere. Your hand moved with practiced precision, wrapping around him with a firm grip. As you began to stroke him, your movements synchronized seamlessly with the rhythm of your thrusts, creating a harmonious dance of pleasure.

The contrast between the softness of his skin and the intensity of your touch heightened the sensuality of the moment. Your strokes were measured and deliberate, each motion sending a shiver through his body. Despite the rhythm you established, it was only a few strokes before he reached out, his hand grasping your wrist with a mix of urgency and restraint.

When you glanced up to meet his eyes, a glint of desire and frustration sparkled within them. His gaze, filled with a pleading intensity, was a silent request for you to adjust your pace. His voice, though tinged with an edge of desperation, was soft and earnest. “I’ll finish too soon,” he murmured, his breath catching in his throat. “I want to enjoy this.”

“Arrogant and needy, are we?” you murmur softly into his ear, the words a tantalizing whisper that makes his body shiver. The warmth of your breath against his skin elicits a sharp reaction, a mix of anticipation and pleasure that fuels the intensity of the moment. Your voice, low and laced with seduction, hangs in the air, adding another layer to the already charged atmosphere.

Without hesitation, your hand moves to deliver a sharp, resounding slap to his ass. The impact sends a jolt through him, eliciting a surprised yelp that quickly transforms into a deep, aroused moan. The sound, raw and unrestrained, reverberates through the room, mingling with the rhythm of your movements. His reactions are a symphony of pleasure, each sound and movement a testament to the connection between you.

He watches you through the mirror, his gaze fixed on the way your breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust. The sight of your skin glistening with sweat adds a shimmering allure, a visual feast that almost overwhelms him. The sweat that beads on your skin catches the dim light, creating a mesmerizing play of reflections that dances across your form. Each movement, each shimmer, is a reminder of the intensity and intimacy of the moment.

As you continue to piston in and out of him, the rhythmic motion and the sensual spectacle of your body in motion heighten his experience. The combination of your physical presence and the way your skin glows with the sheen of sweat creates a vivid, almost hypnotic scene. The mirror captures every detail, reflecting the powerful connection between you and the raw, unfiltered pleasure that defines this moment.

As he feels his length twitch in response to the intense pleasure, he adjusts his position slightly. His back pressed firmly against your chest, creating a sensation of delicious friction. One hand clings to the edge of the sink for support, knuckles white against the porcelain. The other hand moves with deliberate purpose, sliding up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you closer into the shared intimacy of the moment.

The shift in his posture is striking, and the sight of him like this elicits a groan of appreciation from you. His skirt continues to sway rhythmically with each thrust, the movement creating an alluring dance of fabric that flutters tantalizingly around him. From beneath the hem of the skirt, the tip of his length peeks out, a hint of his arousal barely visible and almost taunting in its subtle exposure.

The visual is mesmerizing, a provocative display that intensifies the connection between you. The way his body responds to your every touch, the sight of him in this new, intimate position, stirs something within you. An idea, sharp and mischievous, takes hold of your mind. The thought of turning the moment into a game of seduction and control consumes you, igniting a playful yet intense plan.

The room seems to shrink around the two of you, the air thick with anticipation. Each breath, each touch, and each motion becomes part of a larger dance, a beautifully orchestrated display of desire and intent. The mirror reflects the scene in all its vivid detail, capturing the raw, unfiltered emotion of the moment and the devious plan forming in your mind.

Your eyes lock onto him with an intense, unwavering focus as you abruptly still your movements, halting the rhythmic dance of pleasure. The sudden pause draws a strained whine from him, a desperate sound that pierces the charged silence. His body, previously in sync with your thrusts, now trembles with the anticipation of the movement that has momentarily ceased.

You hold him firmly in place by wrapping an arm around his waist, your grip both possessive and tender. The contact is both a constraint and a reassurance, a juxtaposition of control and intimacy. His frustration is palpable, his body arching slightly as he seeks the continuation of the pleasure he was savoring.

His pout is a perfect picture of vulnerability and dissatisfaction, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and longing. “No,” he protests, his voice laced with a touch of exasperation. “Why’d you stop?” The question hangs in the air, a plaintive plea for the return of the sensations that had consumed him just moments before. The room seems to pulse with the unspoken tension, each breath and movement magnified in the stillness that follows your deliberate halt.

“I think,” you pant softly, your breath warm against the nape of his neck, as your free hand delicately tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear. This simple gesture serves to clear his face, allowing you a more intimate view of his expression. The glint of mischief in your eyes is unmistakable, dancing with a playful challenge. “Only good boys deserve to finish, don’t you think?” The question lingers in the air, carrying the weight of your teasing intent.

His response is a glare, sharp and defiant, but it only serves to widen your smile, a reflection of the enjoyment you find in his resistance. “Have you been a good boy?” you ask, your tone a blend of teasing and authoritative.

In a bold act of defiance, Hyeongjun remains silent, his stubbornness a contrast to the playful game you’re engaging in. You lean in closer, your lips grazing his ear as you nip gently at the lobe. “I’ll pull out right now if you don’t answer me, baby,” you murmur, your voice low and insistent. The threat is clear, and his eyes widen in sudden alarm.

Instantly, he begins to shake his head vigorously, his body a picture of desperate compliance. “No, baby, I need your words,” you demand, your tone unwavering despite the tenderness of your touch.

He huffs in frustration, his body shifting slightly in a futile attempt to regain some semblance of friction. “No,” he admits, his voice strained but resigned. “I haven’t.” Your smile widens, a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

“And will you be a good boy from now on?” you ask, your gaze locking with his through the mirror. 

His annoyance is evident, a stark contrast to his otherwise compliant demeanor. Yet, despite his irritation, he remains cooperative. “I will, I promise,” he replies, his words a quiet vow of obedience.

The dynamic between you shifts subtly, the playful challenge giving way to a renewed sense of intimacy as he submits to your request. The air is thick with the unspoken understanding of the game you’ve played, each word and gesture weaving into the intricate tapestry of your shared experience.

Satisfied with his compliance, you firmly guide him to a new position, settling him on top of the sink. The change is swift and assertive, a testament to the control you wield in the moment. Without missing a beat, you resume the relentless pace you had maintained earlier, your movements a seamless continuation of the intensity that had been building.

His hands become a flurry of motion, finding their way to your shoulders, your neck, and even tangling in your hair. Each touch is frantic, a desperate attempt to anchor himself amidst the storm of sensations. The way his fingers grip and pull at your hair when you hit just the right spot sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The sensation is almost intoxicating, heightening your own arousal and prompting louder, more unabashed moans from your lips.

His skirt, having been displaced by your fervent actions, now rests precariously atop his abdomen. It creates a visual halo, a provocative frame around the passionate exchange that unfolds between you. The fabric’s subtle movement and the way it flutters with each thrust add a layer of eroticism to the scene, enhancing the overall intensity of the moment.

His moans escalate in pitch, each sound growing more urgent and desperate as the shift in positions aligns perfectly with his most sensitive spots. The change sends him spiraling toward the edge, and as he finally succumbs to his climax, you quickly reach for a nearby rag. The fabric catches the evidence of his release, preventing any damage to his meticulously chosen outfit.

In the aftermath, both of you are breathless, your bodies pressed closely together as you offer mutual support. Your breaths come in ragged bursts, and you hold each other, sharing a moment of closeness and intimacy as he gathers himself.

Eventually, as you pull away, Hyeongjun releases a final, blissful moan. With a contented sigh, he leans down to meet your gaze, a soft, adoring smile gracing his lips. He plants a gentle peck on your lips, a gesture that makes you chuckle softly. In response, you lean in, enveloping him in a more profound kiss, savoring the tenderness and connection that lingers between you both.

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Who in XH would and wouldn't read / write fanfics

Jooyeon

reads (as a joke), writes (as a joke)

Has has jokingly written a fanfic about him and Jiseok just to drop it in the group chat and traumatize everyone and make them lose their time

Would read if it was good "WHAT ITS GOOD INSPO"

Gets offended when someone gets something wrong about him "WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING I DONT BRUSH MY TEETH IN THE MORNING"

Has a very disorganized bookmark system, he doesn't remember what he read, didn't read, plans on reading, it's all a mess

His (joke) fanfics have a lot of spelling mistakes and he does NOT care like that one time he wrote "Jiseok kicked Jooyeon's lips" instead of "kissed" only to be yelled at by the other like "BRO I THOUGHT WE WERE GETTING IT ON?"

Loses sleep over a stupid fanfic he got too invested in

Would recreate cringe fanfic scenes with Jiseok for funnies and first one to laugh fails

One thing about this man is that he's CREATIVE, like what do you mean you wrote a fic where you were all Stuck in a Virtual Reality (that's how the XH lore started)

Junhan

kinda reads, sometimes writes angst about a movie he watched

Would read something once by mistake and now he's kinda addicted to little snippets but he's too embarrassed of it, he's a weird mixture of embarrassed of it, weirded out and intrigued

He can appreciate good writing regardless of the type of writing (novel, fanfic)

One time he saw a really cool fanfic name, those with long names and he stole it to use it as a name for one of their songs

Doesn't really read, but will open Jooyeon's fanfic just to go "hey guys why am I not here :(" and just for Jungsu, who's a delivery guy in the fic to go "WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS?"

The few times he writes, he's incredible at describing emotions and thoughts, even though he might think he's not

Seungmin

doesn't read, doesn't write, judges

He tried to read something once, came across a cringe badly written one and never again

He might read one if u show it to him just to judge if they did well with the characterization

"God this is making my head hurt why are there no comas..."

Kicks Jooyeon out of the group for sending his fanfic

Won't admit it but he likes it when people write him well and gets an ego boost from it

Jiseok

reads, writes, shares, DOES NOT CARE

"ITS ART"

He comes to gunil one day like "THIS FIC IS SO FUNNY THEY MADE YOU A DRUG DEALER"

Has been late to multiple practices because of being too immersed in a fic

Co-writes with Jooyeon just to piss Seungmin off when they make him bald in one of their works

"Ah...this is what real writing is..." (the fic wrote him as a super cool guy that gets everyone he sets his mind to, is muscular and talented)

Uses it as inspo for their more intense songs when he's out of ideas

Would dedicate you a fanfic as a birthday present if you asked him to

The absolute KING of dialogue, absolutely everything this man writes is COMEDY GOLD, PEARL CLUTCHING (Gunil has stolen his jokes from fics multiple times as a party trick) (Jiseok lets him)

Jungsu

reader to an extent but mostly writes (he canonically admitted to writing stories after he watches movies I know what you are)

He is epecially a WRITER he LOVES IT

It helps with song inspo, managing his emotions, expressing himself in a more rough way

If he reads about himself his ego gets BOOSTED especially when it's written as him being hot (he cried the first time he read smut out of happiness people find him hot)

"I write about....stuff..just yeah..."

Writes very descriptively, with a lot of emotion and carefully chosen words

Loves to write romance and is not ashamed of it

Shares his works with the members so he can get feedback and they all go along with it because they love him and his writing (even Seungmin)

"STOP MAKING ME SO BORING IN YOUR FICS, JOOYEON, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!"

Gunil

reads if asked, doesn't write

He thinks t's funny and might read a bit if u give it to him saying "Whatever makes u happy I won't judge."

Always gives five star reviews when he's shown a piece of writing

He catches himself giggling at a fic of reader x gunil then immediately puts his phone down

Somehow everyone in the dorm got wrapped up in the fanfic deal and he threatens the members wifh exposing them whenever they're not behaving

"Guys I think it's time you uninstall google docs..."

Steals Jiseok's fanfic Jokes

They make it a whole thing, they have like 30 extra inside jokes because of the fanfic ordeal

thank you to my dearest coworker @chericherilvr for participating with ideas and supporting this 🫦

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[gunilslaugh]

When You're Stressed

OT6  Summary: Xdianry Heroes taking care of you when you’re stressed. WC:479 Warning:none

❃ Gunil

Gunil feels like his heart is being tugged on whenever you’re stressed. If you’re stressed over assignments or work he’ll try to convince you to take a break. However if you are instant on getting it done he’ll sit down beside you while you work. Providing you with moral support. Even tries to help you with it. Afterwards he will pull you into the warmest hug. Kissing your temple and telling you how proud he is of you.

❃ Jungsu

His eyes fill with sadness whenever he notices that you’re stressed. He immediately offers you help. Whether it’s helping with what’s causing you stress or just giving you a shoulder to lean on and his ears to listen. He will give you a massage to help you relieve your stress. Frown on his face when he feels how tight your muscles are. Holds you against him, head tucked into his chest while one of his hands caresses through your hair.

❃ Jiseok

He wants to fight whatever is making you stressed. He won’t leave you alone till he’s put a smile back on your face. Suggest watching your favorite movie or show or going out to get your favorite treat. He just wants to take all of your worries away. More than willing to listen to you vent about whatever is stressing you. Prefers to do so while having you wrapped in a blanket and in his arms. 

❃ Seungmin 

He wishes that he could magically make all of your stress disappear. Unfortunately he knows that it’s not that easy, but he’s willing to do whatever he can to make your stress go away. He makes sure that you’re staying hydrated and eating. Once he convinces you to take a break and rest, he has you lie on his chest because he knows that the sound of his heartbeat helps you relax. Feels at ease when he feels your body relax against his.

❃ Hyeongjun

He’s good at providing you with any moral support that you may need. He doesn’t always know what words to say, but he is very good at letting you know that he is there for you. Will sit with you while you talk about your problems and worries. Intently listening and providing you with reassurance. He’ll cook you a meal that he knows you like. Will play you a song on his guitar and rub your back as you fall asleep.

❃ Jooyeon

“You can’t be stressed. It’s not allowed.” Almost looks like a kicked puppy when he finds out that you’re stressed. Tries his best to help you deal with whatever is stressing you out. If it’s because of assignments or work he will sit behind you in back hug while you work. Occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek, neck or temple and glares at the open windows on your screen that are causing you stress. 

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