flaminhotlem0n

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐡. 𝟏 - 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻

wc: ~1800

cw: explicit language, explict violence, death/murder, blood, crime scene, mention of alcohol/drug, little suggestive

not proofread | next chapter soon

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have you ever been to a place that seemed to know who you were before you even walked in?

not the version of yourself you show the world, but the hidden one, the impure one, the part you keep buried under layers of normalcy.

that club was like that.

it was the atmosphere.

thick, hot, laced with something that had no name.

Lux

that’s what the place was called.

an ironic name, maybe. because nothing there was truly light. everything was shadow dressed in gold.

from the outside, it looked insignificant. a graffitied metal door, hidden between damp alleys and walls covered in tags. no sign, no flashy lights. just a bouncer at the entrance. tall, arms crossed, a hostile expression. the kind of man who didn’t need to say he was armed. he just looked at you, from your sneakers to your smudged lipstick, and gave a slight nod.

you only got in because you were with mina, your best friend since college, now wrapped in mysteries you never dared to investigate. she knew every dark corner of the city, and the way she walked down that alley, confident, almost predatory, it was like that underworld belonged to her.

“trust me,” she said, turning to you with a slow, wicked smile. “tonight, your life changes.”

you laughed, trying to seem relaxed.

but there was something in the air. a scent of danger that clung to your skin before you even passed the door.

and once you did, the impact was immediate.

it was like stepping into a parallel dimension. the raw concrete walls pulsed with the bass, red lights moved like hearts beating under strobes of blood, the haze of smoke mixed with sweat, alcohol, and sweet perfume created a dense, almost suffocating atmosphere.

in the center, a living dance floor, bodies twisting, pressed against each other, moving in ways that no longer resembled dancing, they were rituals. people losing themselves in the sound, the touches, the drinks in strangers’ hands. inside, no one cared about laws or judgment or tomorrow.

“this place is hell,” you muttered, your eyes caught by the images projected on a wall in the back. fragmented scenes. kisses, hands, eyes, violence. was it art or threat?

“exactly.” mida smiled, her red lipstick like fresh blood. “and you’re ready to burn.”

you didn’t answer, but you felt it. in your throat, in your stomach, in something pulsing between your legs.

you should’ve run.

but you stayed.

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it was on your second shot of tequila that you saw him.

sitting in an elevated area, partially hidden by shadows and smoke. the kind of presence that doesn’t beg for attention, it demands it. as if the world revolved around him.

he wasn’t dancing.

he wasn’t smiling.

he wasn’t talking to anyone.

but he was watching. like a starving wolf behind the invisible fence of a burning forest.

the first thing that caught your attention was his stare. a dark, sharp gaze that sliced through the crowd until it landed on you. you froze. your glass halfway to your lips. the tequila burned, but you didn’t even notice.

he was beautiful.

beautiful in a dangerous way.

his face was angular, his features too perfect to be real. dark hair fell gently over his forehead, and his lips were parted, like he was about to say something forbidden. he wore a black shirt, thin fabric, partly unbuttoned, revealing part of his chest. the red lights touched his skin like a promise.

you shivered.

“who is he?” your voice came out faint, almost swallowed by the beat.

mina followed your gaze. when she saw him, her expression changed, her smile faded into something tenser.

“taeyong”

just the name was enough to shake the air.

“he owns all of this, literally. the club, the bars, the streets around it… maybe even the whole city. no one messes with him. no one touches him”

you should’ve looked away.

but he was still staring.

and something inside you didn’t want to escape anymore.

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when he stood up, the world seemed to pause.

every step he took was precise, controlled. he walked toward you like a predator who knew the full extent of his dominance. as he got closer, the air around you changed in density.

“you’re not from here” he said, low and slow, like a threat dressed as seduction.

you didn’t know what to say.

but you tried to hold your ground.

“maybe you just haven’t been paying attention”

a smile curved his lips. it was beautiful… and cruel.

“i always pay attention”

his hand touched your waist. a light touch, but full of meaning. it was dominance disguised as gentleness. it was the kind of touch that says ‘i could break you’ but did so with a reverence that bordered on sacred.

your body reacted before your mind.

you leaned in. you surrendered.

“why did you come here?”

“curiosity, bad influences.”

“and now?”

you bit your lip, the adrenaline climbing up your spine.

“now i want to know if you’re real… or just another hallucination in this place”

he smiled. slow. sinful.

“come with me.”

and you did.

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the hallway was narrow and dark, lit only by red lights that flickered like warning signs. the music faded behind you, and with it, part of the world.

now it was just him.

and you.

taeyong opened a door with no signs.

inside, the silence was almost oppressive. the room was small, but meticulously designed. a black leather armchair, a dark wood bar, a mirrored wall reflecting both of you. the space looked like a profane confessional. made to sin — with class.

he locked the door.

you didn’t ask why.

“what’s your name?” he asked, leaning casually against the wall.

“y/n.”

he nodded, as if tasting the name on his tongue.

“pretty, but it doesn’t suit you”

you frowned.

“what do you mean?”

“you’ve got the eyes of someone trying to look pure. but inside? you’re begging for someone to break that act.”

you trembled.

he could see you.

taeyong stepped closer. one finger ran up your arm until it reached your neck. the touch was light. but the stare? the stare was a direct hit. you couldn’t breathe right.

“may i?”

you didn’t answer.

you just pulled him in.

the kiss was brutal.

hot, hungry, wrong.

his lips tasted like cigarettes and damnation. his hands gripped your waist tightly, like they were claiming territory. his body fit against yours like it was made for it. there was no room for doubt, only the rising heat clouding your mind.

“so sweet on the outside… so filthy inside” he whispered against your mouth. “i knew it”

you moaned, not in pain, but in surrender.

it was like he knew exactly where to touch, what to say.

like he already knew your darkest desires before you dared admit them.

taeyong turned you around and pressed you gently against the wall. his hands held your wrists above your head. the heat of his body behind you was unbearable in the best way. his breath against your neck sent goosebumps all over your skin.

“you should run from me, y/n”

“then you should let me go”

“i don’t think so”

great. because you didn’t want him to let you go

he only let go to turn your face and kiss you again, this time with more fury, more restrained desire. your whole body trembled. not with fear but anticipation.

until the sound cut through the moment.

you were trapped in the kiss, in that insane dance between the forbidden and the inevitable, when the scream sliced through the door like a blade.

a woman.

the sound of her voice ripped through the air like an organic alarm, pure terror turned into sound. then came rushed footsteps, breaking glasses, music swallowed by chaos.

taeyong pulled away without hesitation, turned like an animal sensing danger, and unlocked the door with a click far too fast for someone who was supposedly… just having fun.

when you followed him into the main room, it felt like crossing a portal. the space where sin had just danced freely had become a stage of horror.

in the center of the floor, under red lights that now looked like sirens, was a body.

a man. young, maybe thirty.

white shirt now soaked in red, face turned to the side, eyes still open.

the blood spreading beneath him like a grotesque flower blooming on the concrete.

a deep gash across his neck, the liquid flowing in dark ribbons, mixing with spilled drinks.

people backed away, but no one screamed anymore.

it was as if fear had choked them.

only the sound of blood dripping remained.

you covered your mouth, stomach churning, knees almost giving in.

mina was nearby, a few steps ahead, paler than you’d ever seen. she said something, but you couldn’t hear.

“he knew too much” taeyong said, like narrating a scene of a movie he already knew the ending of.

you turned to him, trying to understand.

“who was he?”

“an informant, chose the wrong side for the wrong promise. now, he’s a lesson”

your blood ran cold.

“you’re saying he was murdered… here? on the dance floor?”

“murder only exists when there’s surprise” taeyong replied, far too calmly. “but once you enter a game like this… death is just another card turned over.”

the weight of reality crashed over your shoulders.

and the worst part?

taeyong wasn’t shaken. not even slightly. just calmly smoking, his eyes locked on the body, like checking if the message had been delivered clearly.

“what did he know?” you dared ask.

taeyong looked at you, and this time, there was something harder in his gaze.

“things that don’t concern you. yet.”

you understood the threat in that. or maybe it was a warning.

but something in you, something foolish, brave, or suicidal, didn’t want to retreat.

you wanted to know.

you wanted to dive deeper.

the blood was still flowing.

and no one called the police.

because in that place, the law was different.

and taeyong was the one who wrote it.

[flaminhotlem0n]

battle of the biceps

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

genre: smut, threesome

wc: ~1900

pairing: wonbin x f!reader x anton

cw: explict sex, 3some (f/m/m), anal sex, double penetration, dirty talk

not proofread

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while anton kissed you fervently, you felt wonbin shift behind you on the couch, moving closer. he gently pulled your hair to the side, making space on your neck, and without hesitation, began kissing you there. first with his lips. then with his tongue. and finally with soft bites that drew a low moan from your throat.

“fuck…” you whispered, caught between the two of them.

anton bit his own lip and let out a low laugh.

“we haven’t even started yet”

you turned your face to wonbin, his eyes locked on yours. he kissed you with more urgency, like he’d been starving for this for a long time. your bodies pressed together on the small couch, legs tangled, hands everywhere.

wonbin’s tongue slid into your mouth as anton slipped his hands under your shirt, moving up until he found your breasts. his fingers were warm, firm, and his touch sent chills across your skin. you moaned louder when he started massaging them slowly, his thumbs circling your sensitive nipples.

“are we making you feel good?” anton asked, his lips brushing your ear.

you nodded, breathless.

“fuck yes, so fucking much”

wonbin’s hand slid down your belly, moving slowly until it reached the waistband of your shorts. his fingers slipped inside, finding your panties already soaked.

“this wet for both of us?” he teased, a low chuckle in his voice.

you threw your head back, another moan escaping. anton took advantage of the exposed skin and kissed your throat, while wonbin started rubbing you over your panties, slow, teasing.

“we’re gonna fuck you so good, y/n,” anton said. “until you’re begging for more”

and you wanted that. you really did.

you wanted to see how far this would go.

and the best part was knowing, they wanted it just as much.

you barely had time to think.

your shirt was already being pulled over your head, leaving your breasts exposed, nipples hard from the touch, the tension, the anticipation. the couch suddenly felt too small, unable to contain the heat taking over the three of you.

anton leaned in and sucked one of your breasts hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple while wonbin pushed your panties to the side and sank two fingers inside you at once. your body arched, and a loud moan escaped your lips.

“oh fuck” you panted, your legs trembling.

anton alternated kisses and soft bites, squeezing your other breast with his free hand.

“you look so damn gorgeous like this… completely giving in”

wonbin was on his knees now, between your legs. he pulled off your shorts and panties all at once, leaving you naked from the waist down. his eyes lit up.

“can i?” he asked, as if he still needed permission.

you simply spread your legs wider in response and that was all he needed.

wonbin started going down on you slowly, his mouth hot, firm, experienced. his tongue moved with precision over your clit while his fingers kept a steady rhythm inside you, and anton, still on the couch, kissed you with intensity, messing up your hair, holding your face with both hands like you were the center of his universe.

“you like it, princess?” he whispered against your lips. “we’ve barely even started”

all you could do was moan.

it was too much at once. too much pleasure, too many mouths, too many tongues, too many hands.

wonbin picked up the pace, sucking harder, and when you moaned loudly, he paused just to smile against your skin.

“already about to come?”

you tried to answer, but anton was already trailing kisses down to your neck again, whispering filthy promises in your ear.

“let us take real good care of you, y/n… until you can’t take it anymore”

you could feel the climax rushing in too fast, but you didn’t want it to end just yet.

“wait… wait…” you panted, gently pushing wonbin back.

he looked up at you with a wicked grin.

“alright, we’ll take it slow then”

you took the moment to sit up, and now both of them were watching you from below, breathless, waiting for your next move. you knelt down between them, your hands going straight to their waistbands.

“my turn”

kneeling between the two of them, you felt the full power of the moment pulsing through your veins.

anton was to your left, legs spread, pants already kicked off and his underwear pulled down, his hard member pointing right at you. wonbin, on your right, did the same, eyes fixed on your lips, chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

you looked at both of them with a wicked smile on your lips.

“who wants to go first?”

anton licked his lips.

“fuck… i don’t even know. you decide”

you leaned toward him first. your hand wrapped around anton’s member, hot, heavy, pulsing between your fingers. you started slow, licking the tip, teasing with your tongue just there before taking it all in at once.

the moan he let out made your body shiver.

“fuck, y/n…” he gasped, fingers tangling in your hair. “your mouth is perfect.”

you sucked with rhythm, firmness, and provocation. alternating suction with tongue movements along the sides, while your hand massaged the base and his balls. but you didn’t forget wonbin. far from it.

you pulled away from anton with a pop of your mouth, staring at wonbin as you wiped the saliva from the corner of your lips with the back of your hand. he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“your turn” you said, turning to him.

your hand was quick, and your mouth even quicker. when wonbin entered your lips, he immediately threw his head back.

“shit… you do this so well, kitten”

you noticed he was a little more sensitive, so you alternated between slow, deep strokes and small sucks just on the head. he moaned softly, thigh muscles trembling slightly.

“you’re going to make both of us come just with your mouth” anton said, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.

you laughed against wonbin’s member, letting more saliva drip on purpose to make everything wetter and dirtier.

“that’s the plan”

soon you were switching between the two, giving each equal attention. hand on one, mouth on the other, swapping, licking, sucking, drooling. their moans mixed with your own sounds of pleasure.

suddenly anton grabbed your face and pulled you back to him, kissing you hard.

“i want you riding me now, i can’t stand watching this anymore”

wonbin was already standing behind you.

“and i’ll be behind, you’re going to get fucked from both holes today, princess”

the anticipation made your whole body pulse. you let them guide you, lying back on the couch with your legs open over anton’s lap as he positioned himself, his head already brushing against your wet entrance.

wonbin knelt behind you, kissing your shoulder, your back, your hips, while a finger slid into your back door with improvised lubrication from his own saliva.

you looked back, surprised and turned on.

“both of you… at the same time?”

anton gripped your waist firmly, eyes shining.

“if you let us, we want it”

wonbin whispered in your ear

“we can go slow and if it’s too much we’ll stop, but I bet you gonna love it”

and you wanted it. wanted to feel everything. wanted to belong to both of them. wanted to get fucked until you forgot your own name.

“then do it” you moaned. “make me yours.”

you climbed onto anton’s lap, your legs spread on each side of his hips. his hands gripped your waist firmly as his glans already brushed against your entrance, hot and throbbing.

“look at me” he requested, his voice hoarse. “i want to see your face while you sit on my cock”

you settled your hips slowly, moaning loudly as you felt his member fill you. it was thick, hot, perfect. your whole body vibrated. you moved slowly, getting used to it, while anton’s fingers squeezed your skin.

“that’s it, fucking ride me, princess…” he guided your hips with his hands, moaning along.

while riding anton, you felt wonbin’s hands holding you from behind, clearing the way, applying more improvised lubricant with his fingers. he kissed your back and neck, a mix of tenderness and lust.

“ready for me too?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

you nodded, between moans.

“go… just take it slow, please”

wonbin aligned his glans at your back entrance, pressing very slowly. the initial relief of anton’s penetration soon gave way to a new kind of stretch, more intense, slower, deeper.

you threw your head back with a muffled moan. anton kissed you immediately, holding your face.

“are you okay? it’s slow enough?”

“yes… it’s good…so fucking good” you gasped, eyes half-closed. “keep going”

wonbin went carefully, entering little by little, feeling you open for him centimeter by centimeter until he was fully inside.

you were completely full.

“fuck…” wonbin moaned low, biting your shoulder. “you’re perfect like this.”

“fuck, y/n,” anton panted. “you can handle both of us like this? this is…”

“intense,” you moaned. “but i’m loving it, i’m loving having you both”

the movements started slow. you moved up and down on anton’s lap while wonbin pushed slowly from behind, alternating rhythms, touches, moans. the couch creaked under the weight of the three bodies, sweat dripping down backs, the sounds indecent and delicious.

anton held your waist, guiding you firmly.

“come on princess, ride this fucking cock”

wonbin bit your neck, fingers squeezing your waist.

“you feel us both? are you getting fucked properly, baby?”

you moaned loudly, legs trembling.

“yes… yes… fuck… keep going…”

the pace quickened. anton thrust harder from below, hips snapping against yours. wonbin followed, now more confident in his movements. the pleasure was so intense you could barely breathe.

“i’m… i’m close…” you warned, gasping.

anton reached his hand to your clit and started rubbing fast.

“come for us, show us how it feels to be fucked by your best friends”

it was like an internal collapse. your whole body froze, then the explosion came. you came screaming, trembling between them, feeling every muscle contract, the world spinning, your vision almost blurring.

anton moaned loudly as he came inside you soon after, pulling you to his chest.

wonbin gripped your waist tightly, sped up a few more thrusts and moaned hoarsely as he came too, filling you completely from behind.

the three of you stayed there, panting, sweaty, pressed together.

you leaned on anton’s chest, your heart pounding, feeling the heat of both their bodies against yours.

wonbin kissed your back, tenderly.

“we’re going to do this many more times… right?”

you laughed, breathless but satisfied.

“definitely.”

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

summary: in a club where sin and power intertwine, you’re chosen by taeyong. and from that moment on, there’s no turning back.

pairing: taeyong x f!reader

genre: mafia au, dark romance, drama, mature content

cw: explict violence, murder/death, blood and crime scenes, explict sexual content, illegal drugs use, strong language,

ch 01. lust

ch 02. greed

ch 03. gluttony

ch 04. wrath

ch 05. envy

ch 06. sloth

ch 07. pride

[flaminhotlem0n]

just the tip

warnings: dubcon,size kink + strength kink,virgin!reader, anton is horny and persuasive

anton x fem!reader

the light from the tv was the only thing illuminating antons bedroom. you two were cuddled up in his bed for yet another movie night,underneath the blankets with popcorn and candy ready. but usually you two would end up watching something stupid and would be laughing and making fun of the characters the whole time.

“anton you’re squishing me” you said,pushing him lightly by the chest.

his hands were wrapped around your waist,and half of his body was leaning on top of yours. when he tried to move away,his hand pressed down on your ribs for leverage. “ouch!” you exclaimed. “sorry” his voice was gentle and apologetic.

sorry was a phrase anton muttered all the time. his physique was much bigger than yours,and at times he would forget about it. he’d forget the drastic difference between his size and strength compared to yours and would accidentally hurt you. sometimes his grip was too harsh when holding you,sometimes he would lay his whole body weight on top of you. when playing fighting with you,sometimes he would forget that he has to let you win and would throw you around like a rag doll.

but he couldn’t lie and say that at times like these,when he would be reminded of how small you are,that it didn’t turn him on. he couldn’t help but get hard when he’d hear your small whimpers telling him that you’re hurting. or when he’d see the difference between your hands and his. the blood would rush to his cock whenever you would have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him,placing your hands on his broad shoulders for leverage.

soon he had forgotten about the movie,the only thing on his mind was you.

“baby” he muttered,tone soft as to not startle you,his hand turning your face to him. you let out a noise when his lips crashed with yours. the kiss was desperate. anton was biting on your lips,the sound of the movie camouflaging the wet sounds of your lips moving against each other. “anton-“ you moaned softly as his big hand went down to your boob,and then your waist,and then your upper thigh. dangerously close to your core.

“anton,the movie-“ you tried to speak between the hungry kisses he was giving you,”it’s bad anyway,cmon”. slowly moving on top of you,anton couldn’t help but grind his growing hard on on your core. curse you for wearing those flimsy pajama shorts. your whimpers were turning him on even more,his breathing getting choppy as your small hands tried to push him away.

the thing is,you and anton still haven’t had sex. even if you were dating for six months already,you were a virgin and you still weren’t ready. he tried to be understanding, giving you space and time,telling you he’d wait for whenever you’re ready. but he was getting impatient. you were his girlfriend and he wanted you. he wanted to be inside you,to feel you fully. the heated makeout sessions weren’t helping his case either.

his lips,now swollen,moved to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive skin,already bruising your skin. your hands tangled in his hair as he attacked your neck and rutted his hips against yours. “baby i need you” anton said,pulling away for a moment to tell you this. your body stiffened at his words.

“i-i don’t think i’m ready”

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your answer. he didn’t know how much longer he could go without being inside you. engulfing your hand in his,he brought it down to the tent in his pants. “you feel that?” he asked as he instructed your hand to palm him. you bit your lip and nodded.

“it’s what you do to me,every time,please” he sounded so desperate,his voice coming out almost whiny. “anton i don’t know…” you trailed on as he let out a small moan from the feeling of your small hand on his clothed cock. even if he was still in his pants,your hand was visibly smaller than his bulge,lust was clouding his thoughts,he wasn’t even listening to what you were saying.

“we can start slow” his eyes hazy,looking down at you,his lips parted and swollen from the kissing you did earlier. hesitating for a second,you muttered out a small ‘ok’.

hooking his fingers to the band of your shorts he pulls them down. pulling you in for another deep kiss,his hand resting on the inside of your thigh. with your shorts gone,the friction of his jeans caused you to moan out. your underwear soon joined your shorts on the floor. you were quick to clamp your legs shut,embarrassed at how exposed you were in front of anton. his hand on your knee,trying to push your legs apart. but you were refusing. getting impatient,with full force he pushed them apart,eliciting a whimper from you.

shaky hands went to his belt,unbuckling his belt and hurriedly pulling himself out. “anton,wait!” you pulled him out of his trance,your small hands on his wide chest. “can i put in just the tip,please” he tried to not whine again,his hand starting to pump his cock. your chest was rising in uneven intervals.

“ok,but just the tip” you said,trying to sound stern.

nodding,he looked down to see your glistening folds. he bit his lip as it took everything in him to not just push his whole length inside you.

grabbing his cock he tapped his leaky tip against your clit,the sound making him moan out loud for the first time. his cock just looked so big,he wondered if you would even be able to take him in when the time comes. “that thing is so big” he heard you whisper,smiling at the confirmation. “don’t worry baby” he reassured you,lining himself up with your entrance.

pushing his tip in,with some struggle,you were a moaning mess underneath him. starting to move it in and out,he watched as your face contorted from pain to pleasure. but then he breached the ‘just the tip’ promise by pushing his dick deeper. “anton!” you whisper-yelled at him. he chuckled at your poor attempt of trying to push him away. you both knew he was stronger than you. “baby…” whining,he was still slowly sinking his cock into you,bottoming out at last.

you were grunting softly from how uncomfortable the feeling of his cock inside you was. your pussy was fluttering around him,clamping down on him in a delicious way making him moan. “we’ve come this far,cmon” his voice was hushed,as he started to move.

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚

smut mdni

pairing: nct dream x reader

cw: sexual content, accidental nude, mutual pining, dirty texting

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

MARK

your heart dropped the second you saw his name light up.

the last person you ever wanted to send that photo to

you: MARK DON’T OPEN THAT PLEASE I BEG YOU

mark:…too late

he didn’t even pretend to play it cool

mark: you send me a nude and expect me not to react?

mark: because my brain’s trying to stay respectful…

mark: but I’m already imagining my hands where your fingers were

mark: next time, don’t send by accident, come show me on purpose

RENJUN

you were mid-breakdown when the notification popped up.

renjun typing…

you tried to get ahead of it

you: DELETE IT RIGHT NOW I SWEAR I’M GONNA DIE

renjun: you really didn’t mean to send me that?

renjun: you looked like you wanted to be touched

renjun: and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined you in that exact position before

you couldn’t believe your eyes right now

and then:

renjun: come over, let me give you what you’re clearly craving

JENO

panic set in the moment you realized your dumb mistake

the naked selfies you took as joke to send to your bff has gone to jeno instead

you: PLEASE DELETE IT I’M BEGGING YOU

jeno: too late for that

jeno: shit, I can’t stop staring, you looked so fucking pretty

jeno: accident or not, you just handed me something I’ve been fantasizing about for way too long

a moment later, he sent a voice note:

— come over, i wanna see in person

HAECHAN

haechan face timed you immediately. yo answered nervously, and he just looked at you with that cocky little smile, eyes dangerous.

“you really want me to believe that was an accident?”

you nodded, flustered.

he let a low chuckle

“you’re a bad liar”

the camera moved closer to his face.

“you wanted me to see it, and you got what you wanted, because now I’m hard, thinking about making you send another one with your fingers between your thighs.”

you lost your breath.

“do you wanna tease me? then be ready to take it when I show up.”

JAEMIN

you froze when you saw the contact name

you sent your nude to jaemin

you: “I SWEAR IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU JAEMIN I’M SO SORRY—”

jaemin: 👀

minutes later, he messaged you again, but it wasn’t through text.

a photo popped up.

his hand wrapped around his dick

then the message:

jaemin: now we’re even

CHENLE

knowing chenle, you expected a scream, a laugh, something chaotic.

and his first reaction was exactly what you expected

chenle: eww

but then…

chenle: I’m trying to joke about it but I can’t

chenle: fuck, I have no idea what you did to me

chenle: do me a favor?

a pause

chenle: next time, send me a video

JISUNG

you thought he’d freak out. God, you’re freaking out cause you sent this to him

you could already picturing him getting shy or frozing is his place

but then he replied

jisung: wow

jisung: I know I wasn’t supposed to see that

jisung: but now I’m picturing that photo but with my hands all over you

you were speechless

jisung: i’ve been trying to act like just a friend

jisung: but now I need to touch what I saw

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

genre: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

wc: less than 1k ig

pairing: hyunjin x reader

cw: arguing, mild injury, mentios of blood, a lot of angst with comfort at the end

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

the apartment felt smaller than usual, too tight for two people full of unsaid things.

“you’re not even listening to me, hyunjin”

you stood in the middle of the living room, hands clenched, voice rising as tears threatened to form. “you never do, you always shut down when something matters to me.”

hyunjin scoffed, pacing, eyes sharp.

“and you always find something to complain about, no matter what I do, it’s not enough.”

you blinked, hurt by how fast he turned it into a battle again.

“i’m not saying you’re not enough,” you said, softer now. “I just need you to meet me halfway”

“I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of being blamed all the time.” he said raising his voice again

“I’m not blaming you, I’m begging you to talk to me instead of shutting me out!”

his jaw tightened. “Then stop pushing me, stop making everything such a big deal”

you took a step back, chest tightening. the weight of everything, weeks of miscommunication, of bottling up emotions, of tiptoeing around each other, everything was crashing down. your turned slightly, trying to hold in the tears, and your elbow accidentally hit a glass jar sitting on a nearby shelf.

it was the jar where hyunjin kept some of his paintbrushes, the old ones, the ones with sentimental value.

“seriously?” he said, glaring at the mess. “you’re breaking my stuff now? perfect”

“it was an accident, I-”

“oh sure, it always is,” he cut you off with sarcasm. “you made the mess, clean it”

you swallowed hard. he was being cruel, more than usual. but in silence, you knelt down and began picking up the shards scattered across the floor. That’s when it happened. A sharp, deep cut in the palm of your hand. You let out a small gasp of pain, but said nothing. Ignoring it felt easier than dealing with another blow from his mouth.

“s ee? serves you right,” Hyunjin muttered without even looking at you. “you’re always so damn careless”

the words hit harder than the glass.

that sentence broke you, not because of the pain, but because of everything that had been building up inside for weeks. His words were the last straw. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first… then turned into sobs.

you stood up with your wounded hand clutched close to your chest, unable to say a word. the pain wasn’t just physical now. your heart felt like it had been cut just as deep. and this time, you didn’t fight back. you simply turned and walked away, tears sliding down your cheeks.

only when you passed him did he finally see you. ssee the blood dripping down your arm. see the way your lips trembled.

“wait” he reached toward you instinctively “you’re really bleeding?”

you didn’t stop. yo walked into the bathroom and locked the door. you couldn’t speak. the tears wouldn’t stop. your chest ached, and your hand too.

on the other side of the door, his voice came seconds later, softer, more urgent. he tried the doorknob. “y/n open the door please”

you sat on the edge of the tub, cradling your hand, tears falling freely now.

he knocked again. “is it deep? did you cut yourself badly? please talk to me”

silence.

“y/n, please, let me see your hand. it could be serious, open the door”

you stayed quiet.

“cmon baby, I didn’t see… I didn’t know you got hurt. I was just angry, I didn’t mean what I said.” his voice cracked. “God, I didn’t think, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I didn’t mean to say those things”

still, you couldn’t speak. you didn’t want to let him see you like that, falling apart because of him.

“please, open the door, let me take care of you”

still crying, you walked to the door and unlocked it with your free hand. hyunjin was standing right there, eyes glassy. he stepped in slowly, like he was afraid to make it worse. he grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet and sat down with you on the cold bathroom floor.

“let me see” he whispered, gently taking your hand. his touch was soft, careful, full of guilt. as he cleaned the cut in silence, lips pressed in guilt, eyes focused and soft.

once it was bandaged, he exhaled shakily.

“I’m an asshole” he whispered. “a total asshole”

you looked at him, tears brimming again, but this time, softer.

“that hurt, hyunjin, and i’m not talking about my hand”

he closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hate the way I talk when I’m mad, I was angry and Itook it out on you and that’s not fair”

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to say the things I said” you lowered your head, also feeling guilty for everything that was spoken earlier

he moved closer, cupping your face with both hands. warm and careful.

you looked at him, eyes still filled with tears.

“from now on, I’ll listen more. I’ll stop shutting you down. I’ll meet you halfway. I’ll do whatever it takes, because I love you”

your bottom lip trembled.

“can you forgive me?” he whispered

you nodded, and then you were in his arms. his embrace strong and protective, your face buried in his neck. he rocked you gently, as if trying to soothe the storm he helped create. his hands ran slowly up and down your back.

“I’ve got you now” he murmured into your hair. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go, never”

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚

smut mdni

pairing: nct wish (adult line) x reader

cw: sexual content, accidental nude, mutual pining, dirty texting, voice kink (kinda)

not proofread (im lazy, ik)

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

you were sending a string of selfies to your best friend… or so you thought.

you only noticed the mistake a few seconds later: the nude you took “as a joke” had just gone to sion

you: OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY THAT WASN’T FOR YOU I SWEAR

nothing.

the silence was deafening.

and then he replied.

sion: you really think I can look at you the same after this?

you bit your lip. heart racing.

another message popped up.

sion: do you have any idea what I’m thinking about right now?

sion: you. naked. straddling me. whispering my name while I fuck you slow

sion: you gonna pretend nothing happened tomorrow, or are you coming over to finish what you started?

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐔

you realized the mistake the second you hit send.

a photo. a full nude. straight to riku.

you: DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW I’M SO SORRY I’M ACTUALLY GONNA DIE

and then:

riku is typing…

typing…

stops.

typing…

riku: so this is what you’re out here sending people?

riku: why don’t you just send straight to me next time?

riku: better yet, let me take the picture while you’re sitting on my face.

you were speechless

riku: pretend it was an accident if you want. but deep down? you wanted me to see it, didn’t you?

and… yeah. yes, you did.

𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈

your phone buzzed while you were in the kitchen.

when you came back, there was a message waiting.

yushi: do you realize what you just sent me?

panic.

of course you knew. it was a full nude photo. mistakenly send to him

you: im so sorry it was a mistake omg I meant to send that to a friend I swear!!

he left you on read.

you waited.

and then

yushi: friend, huh?

yushi: too bad, because now all I’m thinking about is you soaked and begging for my cock

you: yushi…

yushi: don’t say my name like that unless you want me to show up at your place right now and fuck you till you scream it

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐄

you froze the second you saw his name.

jaehee. your most quiet friend. so sweet. so gentle.

or so you thought.

you: DONT OPEN IT, ITS A VIRUS, DONT OPEN IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

too late

he didn’t answer

instead: a voice message.

your heart stopped as you hit play.

— you know what you did to me, right? I’m fucking hard in the middle of the day, locked in my room because I can’t look at you without thinking how you’d sound moaning on top of me

— you teased me… now you’re gonna deal with it, come over tonight, and I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve it

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

genre: fluff fluffy

wc: something between 500-600

pairing: wonbin x f!reader

cw: sickness mention, a little suggestive at the end but 99% fluff and comfort

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

the sound of coughing echoed for the third time in less than a minute.

you walked into your bedroom with a thermometer in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, one brow already raised.

“since when have you been coughing like that, wonbin?”

he was lying on his side, covered up to his chin with a blanket, hair messy, nose a bit red, eyes fever-bright.

“I dont know, but i feel like i’m dying …”

His voice came out hoarse and weak, overly dramatic, coughing again

“yeah, i can already see the light at the end of the tunnel…”

you held back a laugh.

he clearly just had a cold. but wonbin, who rarely gets sick, he was convinced it was the end.

“stop being a drama queen and lift that arm, i need to check your temperature”

“you’re going to miss me, right?” he murmured, as you placed the thermometer under his arm “promise you’ll remember me fondly…” and he suddenly sounded serious “…and that you wont date another guy so soon”

“i promise to remember you fondly, my dear,” you replied, kissing his sweaty forehead.

“and what about dating another guy?”

you reached your nightstand drawer to take some medicine for him

“babe, care to answer me please, oh my God you want to date another man, God please take now”

you bursted in laughter with his over dramatic ass

and then

beep.

38.5°C.

you sighed, grabbed the mug, and blew on the tea.

“you have a fever, but nothing a little tea, meds, and cuddles won’t fix.” you said handing him the tea you prepared and a medicine for cold

“drink it and then take this”

“what’s the point in meds if death is already knocking?”

“babe, you’re starting to piss me off, drink the damn tea and take your meds”

“yes ma’am”

he pouted but took the cup, sipping the tea

“it tastes like tree.”

“its lemon and ginger. it’ll make you sweat out the fever.”

he drank it all and took his medication, then rested his head on your lap.

“you’ll take care of me forever, right?” he asked looking at you with those big eyes “even when I’m old and my back hurts?”

you smiled, fingers combing through his hair.

“even when you’re grumpy and bald.”

“nooooo, not bald…” he whined making you laugh

“if i get bald when im older, you have my permission to leave me.”

“never” you replied, kissing his sweaty forehead. “you’re not getting away from me that easily”

he sighed, adjusting his head on your lap and hugging you, your hands cupping his warm cheeks.

“i hate being sick”

“you’re going to be okay, baby. just rest and keeping take your medicine, then, you’re feeling better…”

he looked at you, hopeful.

“when I’m feeling better…?”

you smirked, curving your body so your mouth reached his ears

“you can use me in every way you want to”

Wonbin’s eyes widened.

“okay. thermometer. tea. meds. bath. hydration. everything. NOW.” he said getting up from your lap and sitting straight at the bed “heal me, woman. heal me NOOOW.”

you chuckled, getting up from the bed and going straight to the bathroom so you can prepare a bath to your sick baby

and from the bed, his eyes were glued to your ass as you made your way towards the bathroom

“now thats a motivation to get better quickly”

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

ㅤ♡ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 𐙚 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ 𓍯 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ⏾ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ✦ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

_____________________________________________

𝟬𝟭. 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺

future in a coffee 𐙚

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞

genre: soft fluff

wc: ~650

pairing: jake x f!reader

cw: established relationship, talk about marriage

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

it was a lazy sunday.

the sun streamed into the apartment through the gaps in the curtains, painting the floor with golden light. jake was lying on the couch, hugging a pillow like it was the most precious thing in the world, at least until you walked in, holding two cups of coffee

“careful, it’s hot,” you said, handing him the blue mug he always chose. he sat up slowly, still with sleep creases on his face, and smiled in that way that made your heart ache.

“you make the best coffee in the world, its even better than the place down street” he said after a sip. “and that’s a huge compliment, ‘cause I’m a loyal customer there”

“of course it’s better. I make them with love”

jake chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “that’s why I want to marry you.”

you nearly choked on your coffee. “what?”

he rested the mug in his lap, looking at you with that calm gaze only him had, the kind that said everything without rushing. “not now. I’m not proposing yet,” he said, scratching his neck. “but I think about it. a lot.”

your heart skipped a beat and it wasn’t because of the caffeine.

“you really think about that?”

jake nodded, taking another sip. “like… sometimes I watch you walking around the house wearing one of my shirts and I think: ‘this is how I want all my days to be like”

you bit your lip, smiling. “jake…”

“I know it sounds silly,” he continued, chuckling softly. “but I love you. and I’m so lucky to have you here. so… yeah, sometimes I imagine what it would be like to call you my wife.”

the word hung in the air, like a sweet little cloud. and instead of scaring you, it warmed you.

“have you thought about where the wedding would be?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“maybe on a really beautiful beach. just us, some friends, our families. you in a light dress with your feet in the sand. me with messy hair ‘cause I’d be too nervous to stop messing with it.”

you chuckled lightly at his silliness

“and what if it rains?”

“it would be even better. getting married in the rain sounds like something out of a movie

you laughed out loud, squeezing his hand. jake turned his face toward you and gave you a kiss on the forehead, long and full of tenderness.

“and after the ceremony, where would we go?” you asked, voice soft and low.

“we could go to bali for our honeymoon and then… home,” he said softly . “our home. maybe we can get another dog, or a cat, me working in the studio and you calling me to eat because I forgot the time.”

“you calling me in to listen to your new demos and asking which one sounds more like you.”

“and you saying none of them sound more like me than when I whisper your name.”

your heart melted. you wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

“you really think you’ll love me that much, that long?”

jake looked at you like the question was impossible.

“loving you is the easiest thing in my life.”

the silence that followed was comforting. a silence of people who really love each other, who’ve already built so much together and still have the whole world to dream of. you two stayed there, just listening to the soft music playing in the background and the clink of mugs gently touching.

jake leaned his face close to yours, breathing in deep. “you make me want to live slowly.”

you laid a kiss on his shoulder and you closed your eyes. “i can say the same… with you, everything feels like it’s at the right pace.”

he smiled, and his breath tickled your cheek. “maybe I’ll propose on a day like this. or on some random night, when you’re laughing at something dumb I said.”

“and what if I say no?”

“I’ll wait,” he said. “or ask again. and again. until you realize I’m not going anywhere.”

you opened your eyes and met his, warm, sincere, full of love.

“jake?”

“yes, my love?”

“when you ask… I’ll say yes.”

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

genre: fluff

wc: ~ 700

pairing: fiance!seungmin x f!reader

cw: established relationship, soft drama, comfort, pure love for seungmin

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

You were in the kitchen, humming quietly as you stirred the pot. The smell of the sauce filled the room, and the soft background playlist made the whole place feel warm and safe. It was a peaceful sunday, the kind of day you used to dream of sharing with seungmin

with your hands sticky from the seasoning, you walked to the sink to wash up. and that’s when it happened.

a little slip.

a cold sensation on your ring finger.

and then — clink.

the sound of the ring falling and vanishing down the drain was sharp, brutal.

you froze.

“what…” you whispered, staring at the sink in horror. your engagement ring. the one seungmin had proposed with just under two months ago. the one he designed himself, down to the lilac gemstone in the center — “because it reminds me of your eyes in the sunlight.”

your heart started racing.

“no… no, no, no, no”

you leaned over the sink, trying to see if the ring had gotten caught, but it was gone.

swallowed by the drain.

panic set in.

you grabbed a flashlight, tried to unscrew the pipe underneath, poked around with a coat hanger, a wooden spoon, anything. you even found a piece of wire in the storage closet. nothing worked.

and the clock kept ticking.

seungmin would be home from the studio in less than an hour.

you ended up sitting on the floor, back against the cabinet, hands covered in grime, eyes glassy with tears.

“he’s going to be so mad at me…” you said, your tears already falling in your cheeks

you could still hear his voice from that night, trembling as he slid the ring onto your finger, whispering, “will you be mine forever?” and now… now you’d lost it. because of some stupid careless moment.

that’s when you heard keys unlocking the door and the twist of the doorknob

when seungmin walked through the front door, it only took him three seconds to notice something was wrong.

“babe?” he called out, setting his keys down. “you okay?”

you didn’t even look up, afraid to face him, you were still on the floor, hands shaking in your lap, barely breathing through the sobs.

seungmin rushed over immediately, crouching in front of you.

“hey, hey, baby, what’s wrong? what happened? are you hurt?”

you shook your head, voice barely a whisper: “the ring… seungmin, it fell in the sink. it went down the drain. I tried to get it back, I swear I did, I tried everything. I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me…”

your tears were falling freely now, and you couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. but he pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you tight like he was shielding you from the world.

“hey,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “look at me.”

you took a shaky breath and met his gaze.

“it’s just a ring, baby.”

“but it was our ring…” you sniffled, guilt pouring out of every word. “the one you designed. I was so careless.”

seungmin gently wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“you didn’t lose anything, okay? that ring was just a symbol of what I feel for you. and that? that’s still right here,” he said, placing your hand over his heart. “and here,” he added, tapping your chest with his fingertip.

your lips trembled as you tried to hold back another wave of emotion.

“but…”

“shhh,” he hushed, kissing your forehead softly. “if it matters to you, I’ll get another one. even prettier. more expensive, whatever you want. but don’t cry over this, okay? don’t be sad about something material. you’re worth more than any ring.”

you cried again, but this time, for the right reasons.

he hugged you even tighter, whispering: “promise me something? dont ever think I’d be upset over something like this. I love you. that’s what matters.”

the next day, he showed up with a little blue box.

“you didn’t have to—” you began, but he smiled.

“open it.”

you did. inside was a new ring — still with a lilac center stone, but now with two tiny diamonds on either side. on the inside of the band, there was a small engraving:

“even if we lose the ring, we’ll never lose us.”

you cried again. seungmin smiled and kissed you.

and that night, he did the dishes.

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑫𝑺 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

ㅤ♡ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 𐙚 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ 𓍯 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ⏾ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

✦ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

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𝟬𝟭. 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗵𝗻𝗴

𝟬𝟮. 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼

𝟬𝟯. 𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝟬𝟰. 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

tell me what you’re wearing ㅤ♡

shards 𓍯

𝟬𝟱. 𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝟬𝟲. 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝗹𝗲𝗲

𝟬𝟳. 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻

more than a ring 𐙚

𝟬𝟴. 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

genre: phone sex, smut mdni

wc: ~600

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader

cw: established relationship, explicit language, sexual content, phone sex, pet name, masturbation, hyunjin being horny af

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꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

It was past 2 a.m. when your phone buzzed.

hyunjin. facetime.

“hi my love” you answered, voice still sounding asleep

but he didn’t reply right away. he just looked at you. lying on his bed, hair messy, the warm bedside light soft on his bare shoulders. His breathing already a little too fast. And then his voice came, low and filthy

“tell me what you’re wearing.”

you bit your lip and answered

“nothing.”

his eyes darkened instantly. His breath hitched.

He swore under his breath.

“fuck…”

his hand dropped below the camera. you knew exactly where it went

“hyunjin…” you whispered

“shh… just let me look at you.” he murmured “fuck, baby. I miss you.”

his voice was already filthy. laced with longing, need, and a cruel edge of control.

“miss your taste… your hands pulling my hair while I fuck you with my tongue.” he started stroking himself, wishing it was your hand instead of his “miss hearing you beg—so needy, so fucking wet for me.”

you whimpered softly.

“you making me so wet, love…”

he licked his lips. his jaw was clenched tight.

you could hear the pace of his breathing—fast, shaky.

and even though the camera didn’t show it, the way his body tensed told you everything.

“then show me.”

you pulled the blanket off. skin flushed, glowing under the dim light.

You tilted the camera just right, fingers sliding between your thighs, already soaked.

“god, you’re so wet, so hot…” he groaned “touch yourself for me baby”

you obeyed, fingers circling your clit while you moaned his name

and he watched. fascinated.

chest rising and falling faster.

the soft sound of him jerking off in the background, just out of view.

“you open up so pretty for me… fuck, I’d eat that pussy for hours. I’d make you cry just with my tongue.”

you moaned louder, eyes fluttering shut.

“ughh hyune, you gonna make me cum like this”

“you’re mine.” his voice dropped. possessive. “you know that right? only mine. no one else hears you like this. no one else gets to see you fall apart.”

“i want your cock so bad…” you said

he groaned again. he head fell back a little.

“you dream about me fucking you deep, don’t you? holding you open, slamming into you until you’re begging me to stop?”

“yes—fuck, yes… I’m so close, hyune”

“don’t cum yet baby” his tone cut sharp. “wait for me. be a good fucking girl.”

you whimpered, nearly sobbing.

“i’m trying… but it feels so good—”

“then cum for me, my beautiful girl”

his voice hit you hard—commanding, filthy.

“let me see that pretty face while you cum thinking about my cock inside you.”

and you came.

hard. wet. desperate.

your whole body trembled, fingers still buried deep, mouth hanging open as his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer.

on the other side of the screen, hyunjin moaned deep and rough, coming right after you—his chest heaving, his hand messy and out of breath.

seconds of silence.

heavy breathing. small smiles.

you pulled the blanket up to your chest, still panting, flushed and floating.

“tomorrow,” he said with a lazy smile, “we’re doing this for real.”

“pomise you’ll say all that again… in my ear?”

he blinked slow, voice soaked in post-nut bliss:

“I promise…” he said adjusting himself on his bed “but with my tongue inside you this time. good night baby.”

call ended.

and you?

you couldn’t wait to tomorrow

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ₊ ⊹

𝐡𝐢, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚 (𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧) she/her 🌙

— 25 | brazillian | christian

— 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴 & 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻 utted

— my fandoms & bias:

𝗻𝗰𝘁 (sion, jeno, jaemin, hendery, xiaojun)

𝘀𝗸𝘇 (seungmin, bangchan)

𝗿𝗶𝗶𝘇𝗲 (anton, wonbin)

— here for the drama, the angst, the fluff and the filth ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

feel free to send asks, requests or just scream about our faves with me

this is a safe place for daydreamers & delulu hearts ⋆˚✿˖°

— ʟᴜᴋᴇ 𝟣𝟢:𝟤𝟩

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝑹𝑰𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

ㅤ♡ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 𐙚 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ 𓍯 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ⏾ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ✦ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

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𝟬𝟭. 𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼

𝟬𝟮. 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸

𝟬𝟯. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻

𝟬𝟰. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻

just a little cold 𐙚

make me yours ㅤ♡

𝟬𝟱. 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗲

𝟬𝟲. 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗲

forgive me, father ㅤ♡⏾

make me yours ㅤ♡

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

genre: forbidden love, smut mdni

wc: ~ 600

pairing: priest! anton x f!reader

cw: explicit language, sexual content, religious theme, psychological tension, corruption kink (kinda), submission, virgin anton, slow burn to hell…

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꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

the convent was silent, the scent of incense still lingering from the morning mass. but there, behind the church — in the dim hallway leading to the confession rooms — you were anything but holy.

anton looked at you like he was seeing his own demise.

his fingers gripped the rosary tightly, lips still red from the prayer he’d said just minutes before. And you… you just smiled.

leaning against the wall, wearing a dress too short, eyes lowered but provocative.

“you shouldn’t be here.” hvoice was weak, but firm. a tense whisper.

you took a step closer. “you shouldn’t be looking at me like that either.”

anton backed away. leaned against the opposite wall, as if distance could protect him. but nothing would protect him from you.

not even God.

“I made vows…” he started, eyes begging for salvation that was already too late.

“and I made promises…” you replied, fingers playing with the button of your dress “…that I would make you break every single one of your vows.”

he closed his eyes, like he was praying. like he could push away the heat rising through his body. but the sound of the zipper going down was louder than any prayer.

“this is wrong,” he whispered.

you smiled. “then why doesn’t your body stop screaming for me?”

he opened his eyes, breathless. and when you took his hand and guided it to your bare waist, he moaned softly, defeated.

“do you want me to leave, priest anton?”

silence.

“say it once and I’ll disappear.”

more silence

anton trembled.

body curved, eyes downcast, sweat running down the nape hidden beneath his collar. the cassock hid the growing despair underneath — hard, throbbing, wrong.

you smiled.

“never touched a woman, priest anton?”

your voice was sweet. Malicious.

“never even imagined what it’s like to feel a woman’s mouth down there…” you said palming his clothed and hardened dick “…while you moan her name like it’s a miracle?”

“p-please…” he whispered. he closed his eyes, fingers gripping tightly the rosary hanging from his neck. “I can’t…”

“yes, you can,” you whispered, your mouth close to his ear “you want to. I see how much your body begs. only your soul needs to surrender now.”

your hand went to his waist, sliding up his shirt slowly, feeling the warm skin beneath your fingers. he shivered.

“I’m gonna be your downfall, anton.” you pressed your lips to his ear. “and you’ll thank me on your knees.”

when he looked at you, his eyes were watery.

“I… I never…” he said, his voice almost sounded like a whisper, barely audible

“I know.” you held his face gently with one hand. “and that’s why it’s going to feel so good.”

you guided him to the empty altar of the small chapel. made him sit. knelt between his legs. undid his buttons carefully.

and when his shy erection slipped free, you smiled again.

“so beautiful, so hard just from looking at me.”

he moaned low, almost lamenting.

you began licking slowly, feeling every tremble. he covered his face with his hands, trying to hold back the sounds — in vain.

“no… please… I’m going to… I’m going to—”

“come, priest.” you looked up, mouth wet, tongue teasing relentlessly. “I want your first time coming to be inside my mouth.”

amd he came.

with a trembling, innocent and filthy moan, he spilled himself on your lips. Breathless, his body arching.

you licked it all slowly. looking deep in his eyes

“now,” you whispered, climbing on his lap and fitting yourself to him “let me teach you how to worship a body for real.”

he cried. from pleasure. from fear. from surrender.

“sorry… God…”

“don’t apologize,” you said between slow thrusts. “pray to me.”

and he prayed.

moaning. trembling. calling you a saint and a sin in the same breath.

until he lost his mind.

and his faith.