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[jsbluu]

wanna play strip poker with maki so bad and the thought alone is making me go bananas

also I love your works bubb<333

BROOO. i could NEVER play w him cause id be losing on purpose i swear. idk how it works very well but i just know id be 2 seconds into playing and alr naked like 👁️👁️

also THANK YOU ♡ more coming soon i Swear

[jsbluu]

i come with jisung thoughts,,, first that i did NAWT know he had his drivers license omg (https://x.com/proxysung/status/1931825008596459646?s=46&t=6_S5a7h-rfSWfhsg-Lt9Ag) second, emo!jisung with a lip and navel piercing 🤤 please i need someone to thirst with 💔

Oh my fod here i go..

jisung with drivers license AHEHSKHEKD i feel like everyone would expect him to crash and be clumsy like he usually is but then he shocks us and drives like an f1 racer.. i need him so bad

ALSO?!! JISUNG WITH PIERCINGS 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 i wish so badly for him to get piercings one day.. i know he said he doesn’t want any because it doesn’t “fit his image” but oh my god. he would look SO good with snake bites like holy shit. I need to makeout with him and then our lip rings get stuck together forever

AND HIM WITH A NAVEL?!! Oh my fod don’t get me started.

[jsbluu]

hey so this has to be one of the most random ask you’ve got but i just found your twt and i gotta say that you’re a BADDIEEEEEEE

LOL AW THANK YOU SO MUCH omg don’t worry you’re not the only person who’s found my twt LOL

i kinda regret outing myself like that cause now i can’t get into that acc and delete it but 💔💔oh well at least my followers on here know i’m a baddie ♡ ♡

[jsbluu]

i love park jisung so bad i might die oh my god

i’ve been lacking OOPS my bad.. i have no motivation to write 😞😞 been busy with Things but i will be back soon ♡ i love park jisung so badly i CANTTT

[jsbluu]

MY BAMJJI TURNED INTO A HUMAN?! Σ(°ロ°)

bamjji who's been with you since high school, tucked lovingly onto the zipper of your backpack—always there, always soft, always still. the keyring is fraying at the seams from years of loyalty—from rain-soaked commutes and sunlit walks through campus, from being clutched too tightly during both moments of excitement and nights that hurt too much to breathe. all while still staying so painfully adorable.

bamjji who listens to your soft ramblings on the bus, your whispered rants about professors and friendship drama, about your heartbreak over that boy with constellations on his cheek who never once looked your way—soft ears bent from all your absent-minded fiddling. 

bamjji who you tuck under your chin at night. who smells faintly of custard from that one bungeo-ppang incident last semester. who absorbs your tears like they're meant for him. whose round face is the first thing you see every morning, blinking sleep from your eyes and wondering if anything in the world could be more constant than him.

bamjji who you lose one thursday evening. you come home, place your bag down, and he's just—gone. like a piece of your soul dropped off without warning. just emptiness where warmth used to be. you search the streets. retrace your steps. tear through your sheets. you even call your mom crying and she thinks someone died.

that night, you stand at your window and tilt your head towards the sky.

"please," you whisper to the stars above, to every alien and cosmic creature you've ever believed in, "bring my ji back to me."

a stranger with messy brown hair, sleepy eyes, and a paper bag of roasted chestnuts crinkling in his hand knocks on your door at exactly 5:02AM the next morning. a man who looks like he stepped out of a cartoon and fell into the real world—soft mole placed perfectly on his cheeks, pouty features, and a wide-eyed wonder like everything around him is both terrifying and fascinating.

"can i help you…?"

the stranger smiles, slow and soft, like the morning light curling through your curtains. like he's waited a long, long time to see you like this.

"i found my way home!"

you take a step back, eyeing the stranger more closely. there's something familiar in the way he rocks back on his heels, in the slight tilt of his head when he looks at you like you're his whole galaxy. the mole you once traced your thumb through fabric feels unmistakable now. there's a warmth blooming in your chest that feels like muscle memory—your body recognising him even when your mind can't quite believe it yet.

"bam…jji?"

human bamjji who stares at you like the sky handed him back every star it stole. he nods—slowly, shyly—like he’s still learning how to move in this strange new body, still figuring out how to balance his height, his limbs, the foreignness of feeling his own heartbeat.

you let him in before your brain catches up with your body. maybe it's instinct. maybe it's fate. or maybe it's just the way he stands there barefoot on your welcome mat, chestnuts in one hand , looking at you with that gentle, awestruck look in his eyes like you hung the moon just for him.

human bamjji who walks through your apartment like it's sacred ground. like every corner is both familiar and brand new. he gasps at the toaster—the same one you used to balance him on, pretending he was just another slice of bread. he pokes the alien sticker on your fridge with a look of solemn reverence. kneels beside your backpack and whispers, "i missed you."

you should be concerned. or at the very least confused. but instead, you boil water for tea, sit across from him at the coffee table, and ask if he's cold.

he shrugs, cheeks puffed. "only a little. but not when you talk."

human bamjji who follows you around like a confused puppy, trying to understand every light switch, button, and beep that was once too far away for him to reach, too real for him to use. he burns the eggs while trying to help with breakfast. gets overwhelmed at the grocery store and buys five different brands of cereal because they all looked cheerful.

human bamjji who stands in front of the mirror for hours. pokes at his own cheeks, his nose, and frowns. "my cheeks were rounder before…" he mumbles, mourning the plushness he left behind.

you laugh—fully, freely, almost too loud for the early morning. he startles, then beams at the sound. like your laugh alone makes his transformation worth it.

human bamjji who you find curled up awkwardly on your couch that night, knees tucked to chest, as if he's still the size of your palm. you drape a blanket over him, brushing the hair from his forehead—because your hands still remember how to care for him, even now. and quietly, you wonder what kind of magic could've stitched him into your life like this.

human bamjji who decides he needs a human name after a week of blushing and covering his flushed ears whenever you call him bamjji in public. you're mid-rushing a project, hunched over your laptop with three deadlines breathing down your neck, when he bursts into your room without knocking and blurts it out.

"jisung," he says, eyes wide and hopeful, like he's just gifted you the name of a star he discovered. "i read on google that it means stars in chinese. do you like it? do you think it suits me? ah... maybe i should think of another one…"

you glance up—noting his messy hair, wrinkled shirt, chestnut crumbs on his cheek—and nod. "i like it."

he beams so brightly you have to look away.

jisung who blushes even harder now than when you called him bamjji. who hides his face in your neck when you say his human name out loud, like the sound of it spoken in your voice makes his knees go weak.

jisung who whines dramatically whenever you pull him away from the roasted chestnut stand, dragging his feet like you're separating him from a long-lost lover. who insists the stall glows with a golden aura, a reunion of souls.

jisung who signs your notebook pages with hamster doodles, scribbles on the corners of your assignments and research papers, even doodles on the back of your receipts—as if afraid you'll forget the shape he once held in your life, and the new form he's learning to hold now.

jisung who tries to act all cool and mysterious but still cries during animated movies. sniffles quietly during inside out. clutches your sleeve tightly during wall-e. who gasps during alien documentaries and points out which ones he's apparently met before. who leans close and whispers conspiratorially, like he's sharing secrets only he and the stars know.

jisung who never forgets how you held him. who, even now, rests his cheek against your shoulder whenever you fall quiet. who listens for the rhythm of your heart like it's a lullaby he memorised a lifetimes ago. a melody that once told him he was loved—even when he couldn't speak it back.

jisung who you catch whispering to the sky sometimes. standing barefoot on your balcony in the dead of night, arms folded across his chest like he's sending something back.

he hums lullabies you've never heard before—soft and strange and impossibly sweet. his eyes closed, chin tilted towards the stars like they're old friends.

and when you ask him what he's doing, he turns to you with a sleepy-eyed grin, soft and shimmering with something almost otherworldly, and says,

"just thanking them."

thanking the stars above. thanking every alien and cosmic creature the two of you ever believed in.

thanking the universe for loving you so loudly that it brought him to life.

notes not proofread sorry :[ but writing this was so fun!!! the whimsy of aliens turning bamjji into a human... truly wonderful. happy reading!!!!!! (>ᴗ•)

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800 notes what the FUCK. thank you guys so much omg.. THIS IS CRAZY ♡ ♡

just the tip? | r.hirota

➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut

➨ word count: 1.1k

➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS

➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..

you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.

then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.

that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.

“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.

his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.

“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.

you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,

“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”

he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.

you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.

“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)

he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.

you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.

“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.

you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.

he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.

he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.

you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.

“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.

you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.

he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.

he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.

“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.

he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.

“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.

even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.

maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.

“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”

you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.

“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.

“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.

“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.

it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.

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┈─★ PHONE CALLS , VOICEMAILS

⚹︎⠀⠀ .nct dream ! ꒰ 𝓽he dreamies when someone calls during your time alone . . .

bf!dream x f!reader

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 ⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀⠀ pinv sex, no mentioned protection ( wrap it up guys ), teasing, oral (m. & f. rec), cursing, handjob. 𝘄𝗰 1.2k

elia’s notes: any ideas for fics pls send them my way !!

mark.

he had you pinned beneath him, hips rolling slow and curling just right between your thighs. his pace lazy but oh, so deep. your legs are thrown over his shoulders, and his forehead is pressed against yours, plump lips brushing yours with every breath.

his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. the buzz vibrating through the quiet room, persistently. he lifts his head, eyes glancing to it. “shit,” he mutters, pausing the movements of his hips just slightly.

“don’t,” you breathe, fingers clinging to his damp and flushed skin. “don’t stop, mark, please—” he lets out a breathy laugh and dips his head to kiss your jaw. “you want me to keep going, baby?”

you nod, desperate. “yes—just ignore it.”

“thought so.” he picks up his pace again, hips snapping forward harder. “they can wait. you can’t.” you swear he’s thrusting deeper now. rougher and unforgiving, the sound of the slick between your thighs filling the room as the phone keeps ringing.

“let’s let ‘em wonder, hm?” he groans. “let ‘em fucking wonder what’s got me so busy i can’t answer.”

renjun.

renjun was laid out under you, one hand stroking your thigh and other in your waist as you ride him slowly, letting him watch the way you take every inch of him. his lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, breath warm against your bare chest. then your phone starts buzzing, lighting up right next to you.

his eyes flick to it. “your phone.” your hips falter slightly, biting your lip. “should i get it?”

his hand slides up your waist, grabbing it firmly. “no.” renjun swore that everyone was trying to keep you from him all day. he would damned if this phone call was the reason your attention was somewhere else.

he keeps his eyes locked on you as he simply reaches over and declines the call. doesn’t even look to see who it was, and it ends with a quiet beep. “problem solved.”

his voice drops as he ruts his hips up into you suddenly. “you’re not going anywhere.”

you gasp, hands immediately clinging to his chest. “jun—”

“you think i’ll let someone interrupt this?” he huffs, fucking up into you harder now. almost impatient. “finish what you started.”

jeno.

you were bent over the ( just cleaned ) kitchen counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface as jeno drove into you from behind, harsh but deeply. he’s got one hand wrapped around to your lower stomach and the other on your lower back, keeping you still as he thrusts into you. and now, into that spot that makes your knees buckle in the best way.

his phone rings on the table just a bit behind you two. “hold still,” he husks, pulling out just enough to reach it, and to make you whimper, then plunges back in.

“hello?” you hear him speak into the phone.

your eyes widen. “jeno—what the hell—?”

he presses a hand over your mouth. “mm-hm. yeah. well, i’m kinda…busy right now.” you moan against his palm as he keeps thrusting, painfully slower now, almost taunting you.

“nah, i’ll call you back,” he says calmly, letting his eyes roam hungrily over you. “don’t wait up.”

he ends the call and tosses the phone aside, grabbing and pulling your hips back against him. “now where were we?”

haechan.

from a night that was supposed to be nothing but cuddling and movie marathons, haechan always found a way to get what he wanted. which was him on his stomach between your legs, tongue and lips working you open like he hadn’t eaten all day.

then, interrupting your blissful state, your phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near your head.

haechan pauses, lips slick, nose and chin glistening. he blinks up at you. “uh-oh. someone’s calling.” you reach out for it blindly. “don’t—don’t answer it—”

he just grins and snatches the phone before you can grab it. “ooh, should we say hi?”

“hyuck, please—don’t—”

he presses speaker, sets the phone beside your head, and goes right back in, tongue flicking your clit while he listens for the voice on the other end.

“hello?” your back arches, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound slip out. “can’t talk right now,” he says innocently, lifting his head just enough to speak. “she’s a little…preoccupied.”

you whimper, and he leans up to lay open-mouthed kissws to your neck, keeping the phone between you. “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping sweetness, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.

jaemin.

jaemin was holding you close from behind, buried deep inside you, his hips rolling in loving, torturous thrusts. your body’s pressed tight to his, one hand around your waist, the other snaked down between your thighs, drawing slow, small circles over your clit.

then, of course just to remind you of reality, his phone starts ringing somewhere behind him.

you both go still.

he lets out a low sigh and nuzzles further into your neck. “ignore it.”

“what if it’s important?” you asked, voice small.

he thrusts in again, deeper this time. “this is important.” your breath catches, and he grins against your skin.

“stay right here. let them call. let them leave a voicemail. i’m not worried about that right now.”

and just like that, you both fell back into your bubble of bliss.

chenle.

chenle was already late for work, but he just couldn’t leave without having you once. he’s standing between your legs, hands under your thighs as he fucks into you with messy, uneven thrusts. your ass is on the bathroom counter, head tipped back, with his teeth marking your neck.

your phone lights up in the sink next to you. “ugh,” you groan, but it comes out as more of a moan. “my phone—”

he looks over, sees the name, and laughs. “you’re not answering that.”

“but—” before you can finish, he picks it up and tosses it out into the hallway, where it hits the carpet with a soft thud.

“don’t have time,” he grins. “no distractions.”

“chenle!”

he smirks and pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, slamming into you even harder. “what? you want me to go get it?”

“fuck, no—don’t stop.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

jisung.

his head was tipped back resting against the couch, legs spread wide, lips parted in a dazed little ‘oh’ as your hand worked his dick slow and steady. your tongue swipes teasingly along the tip, just enough to make his legs twitch.

he’s whining already, voice high. “b-baby—please—”

then your phone starts ringing on the coffee table, but you don’t even flinch. instead, you reach for it with a small smirk and hold it up to his ear with your clean hand. “answer it.”

his eyes go wide, tilting his head down to look at you. “w-what?”

you swirl your tongue over the head of his dick, then squeeze the base of him. “i said answer it.”

he fumbles to hit accept, failing hold back a broken moan. he answered after trying to clear his throat, breath shaky. “h-hello?”

you stroke him faster now, thumb sliding over him, and he nearly chokes on air trying to stay quiet.

“mm,” you hum, licking him slow, eyes on his face. “you’re doing so good, ji. talk to them for me.”

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Anyway pls send short thoughts/reqs :3 (nct + &team + boynextdoor + enhypen + any group LOL) im soooooo bored i need writing material so bad

[jsbluu]

i’ve had this fic in my drafts since 2023 and it’s like 3k words 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’m nowhere near done but idk if i ever wanna post it .. it’s jaemin though !!

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i’m alive hi

[jsbluu]

roommates to lovers PLEASE im on my hands and knees i need it SOOO bad

no matter Which one wins i will DEFINITELY do it ♡ i love roommates to lovers so bad

[jsbluu]

redoing my maki smau pole LOL plz vote again ♡

[jsbluu]

okay so i will Not be doing brothers best friend Sawry guys ♡ gonna do another pole

bello !! i’m in the process of writing a maki smau :o help me pick the trope :3 this probably won’t be out anytime soon But i want some ideas so !!

(i love the roommates one so bad..)

[jsbluu]

i’m sorry 530 NOTES?!! SINCE WHEN OH MY GOD .. i love you guys i was Not expecting this at all

just the tip? | r.hirota

➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut

➨ word count: 1.1k

➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS

➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..

you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.

then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.

that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.

“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.

his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.

“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.

you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,

“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”

he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.

you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.

“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)

he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.

you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.

“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.

you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.

he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.

he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.

you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.

“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.

you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.

he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.

he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.

“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.

he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.

“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.

even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.

maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.

“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”

you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.

“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.

“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.

“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.

it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.

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park jisung drabble

emo!park jisung x sunshine!reader

jisung was the type of guy who would show up to class and go straight to the back with no expression on his face. and once that bell rang, he was the first one to leave.

wired headphones would always be dangling out of his ears, across his shoulder was his overused grey messenger bag with holes from pencils and multicolored spiral notebooks that were battered and bruised, ready to fall out.

everyone thought he was a loner. i mean, come on, look at him. a random dude who would thrive during 2012 tumblr era. someone who never seemed to care about academics, consistently wearing all black, emo music blaring out of his headphones that people nearby could hear every lyric and chord.

so imagine the surprise when people saw you waiting for him outside the classroom one day. one of the sweetest girls on campus, always helping out with tutoring and extracurriculars, the complete opposite of him.

his face was in confusion as he walked up to the girl who was looking down and just playing with her fingers. "baby, what are you doing here, i usually pick you up," he said, interrupting her out of her daze. you instantly smiled, "hi jisung. i know. my class ended early so i wanted to pick you up this time" you said lightly poking at him. his expressionless face begins to fall as the corners of his lip can't help but rise, and a small blush arises on his cheeks.

jisung takes your hand in his as both of you start walking out of the building. ongoers tuning into the conversation, intrigued by the sight in front of them. "what was that song your played in the car last time, it's been stuck in my head" she asked looking up at him, "which one" he asks with a bit of a pout. "the one that goes like.." you start humming a familiar tune. "oh, time bomb by all time low" he answered. "oh my god! i know them, i used to wear one of their band shirts growing up," you said, jisung couldn't help but smirk and reply "damn if you still wore that, we would have gotten together a lot sooner,". you playfully hit him with your free hand, "shut up," you say with a smile.

the band shirt you wore was your older sister's. everyday, you thank god for your older sister's emo phase, because of that, you knew half the bands jisung always listened to on the drives together. jisung also thanks your sister, because if it wasn't for you saying you liked the linkin park song he was listening to that day you were tutoring him, he would have never been able to look up from his paper and notice the way your eyes beamed at him and that infectious smile that he has come to love.

and once people got a closer look, they noticed he was never that lonely after all. aside from all the damage it captures, on the side of his bag, there was a calico critter, perfectly intact. amongst all the silver necklaces he wore, there was one specific couples one with half a heart waiting to be attached to its other.

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a/n: got the inspo for this from this tiktok

[jsbluu]

cw.ㅤ҂ 𝗺𝗱𝗻𝗶.ㅤ[ㅤcockwarming, unprotected sex, a lil degradation, overstimulation﹙slight﹚ㅤ]ㅤㅤ ֗ ִᝰ ּ ۪ㅤㅤjust the tip, he said. but jisung didn’t last long — not even close.

you’re already in jisung's lap when he starts to fall apart. not even moving — just sitting, like he asked you to. his cock is buried inside you to the hilt, and somehow, that’s what’s killing him the most.

the stillness. the restraint. the heat of you clenching around him like your body can’t tell this was supposed to be a pause. his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down like he’s trying to keep himself from doing something stupid.

his back is pressed against the headboard, legs spread wide, and you’re straddling him with nothing but your oversized sleep shirt hitched up over your thighs. you aren’t wearing anything underneath. he knows, he’s the one who told you to take it off.

the moment you sank down on him, he swore under his breath, low and broken, like it hurt. and now, maybe ten minutes later, he’s still swearing. still breathing hard. still losing his grip on the promise he made.

“just the tip,” he’d said, voice dark and velvety against your neck. “let me put it in, baby. just sit on it, yeah? we won’t move. just wanna feel you for a bit.”

you had nodded. you always do, soft and pliant and so good for him. you’d let him guide the head of his cock into your soaked entrance, had gasped when he didn’t stop, when he pressed all the way in, thick and aching and slow. you’re wet enough to take it easily, but the stretch still left your mouth parted in shock, breath stuttering. you clung to his shoulders and he kissed your cheek like an apology.

then he told you not to move, so you didn’t. and that’s the problem.

now he’s trembling under you, hands gripping your hips like your body is the last stable thing in the world. his jaw is tight, brows furrowed, his mouth pressed to the curve of your shoulder, not kissing, just there, breathing hot and fast against your skin like he’s seconds away from begging.

“fuck,” he mumbles. “you’re so warm. you’re so—shit, you’re squeezing me.”

you don’t mean to. It’s not on purpose. you’re trying to behave, sitting still just like he told you, but the way he fills you makes it impossible to relax.

you can feel everything, every twitch, every pulse, every little movement of his hips under yours that he tries so hard to control. he’s thick and hot and pressing against that spot inside you without even thrusting. you feel stretched to the edge, stuffed so full it borders on unbearable.

he curses again under his breath and leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. one of his hands lifts, drags through his hair, like he’s trying to cool down. it doesn’t work.

“you don’t even know,” he groans, voice low and wrecked. “you don’t even fucking know what you’re doing to me right now.”

you look down at him, his flushed cheeks, the sweat starting to gather at his temple, the way his lips part every time you clench just slightly around him without meaning to.

“i’m not doing anything,” you whisper.

he looks up at you like you’ve just committed a crime. like he’s been stabbed.

“exactly,” he says, nearly breathless. “you’re not doing anything and I still wanna flip you over and fuck you stupid.”

that makes your breath catch. your hands curl in the fabric of his shirt. he feels it. his hands flex, fingertips pressing bruises into your skin without meaning to.

“you’re sitting on my cock like it belongs to you,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower, “and you’re so fucking good—not even moving. you’re just taking it. letting me feel how warm you are. how wet. how tight.”

he bucks up into you — not enough to fuck, just enough to make you gasp.

“baby,” he says, voice unraveling, “’m gonna lose it.”

your thighs squeeze around his hips, and his head tips back again with a groan.

“I was trying to be good,” he mutters, like he’s confessing something awful. “I just wanted to feel you. just wanted a little.”

he looks back at you, wide-eyed, flushed, barely holding on.

“but now I need more.”

the words fall out of him like he’s helpless against them. he is. you can see it, the tension in his arms, the wrecked look in his eyes, the way his cock twitches inside you like it’s begging for friction.

he’s past the point of pretending. past control. his fingers flex at your hips, and suddenly he’s pulling you forward — not harsh, but urgent, like he can’t stand another second of not moving.

“bounce for me, baby,” he whispers, voice hoarse and shaking. “just a little. please.”

you hesitate, shy, unsure, still not quite believing how wrecked he is just from sitting still inside you. but the moment you shift your hips, even slightly, he chokes out a moan so raw it makes your thighs tremble.

“that’s it,” he gasps. “just like that. fuck—fuck, I knew you’d feel like this.”

you roll your hips again, slower this time, testing the way he stretches you, the drag of his cock against your walls, how deep he hits even without effort. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing, guiding, urging. his eyes are locked on your face now, feverish with need.

“go ahead,” he says, voice pitched high with want. “ride me, baby. take what you want.”

you start to move — small bounces at first, shy and careful. but he meets you halfway, hips jerking up with every grind, every rock of your body, until your pace grows clumsy, frantic, all rhythm gone in the haze of how good he feels. his moans get louder, his grip tighter. the desperation is everywhere now, flooding the room like heat.

“so t-tight,” jisung groans. “I can feel everything. you’re milking me.”

you whimper at the way he says it, at the raw praise in his voice. his hands are all over you now, sliding up your back, clutching your waist, trailing under your shirt to grip your ribs like he needs to hold you together while you fall apart.

“look at you,” he murmurs, dazed. “so good for me. my pretty girl, taking it so well..”

your head falls forward, forehead resting against his as you sink down harder. the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, obscene and desperate. jisung’s eyes flutter shut, his mouth parted, sweat clinging to his neck.

“I was trying to behave,” he whispers. “I swear I was— but the second you sat down, I couldn’t think straight.”

you whine, riding him faster now, driven by the way his voice breaks, the way his cock twitches with every drop of your hips.

“fuck, baby, yes—ride me. ride me just like that. I’m not gonna last if you keep—shit, just like that—”

his head falls back against the headboard with a thud, and you swear he’s close already. he’s panting, groaning, fingers bruising into your skin as he helps you slam down harder, deeper.

your clit drags perfectly against the seam of his abdomen, sparking white heat through your core.

“can’t—can’t hold back,” he chokes out, voice thick with tears. “you’re gonna make me come. you want that? you want me to fill you up like a good lil slut?”

your breath catches. you nod. “say it,” he growls, thrusting up into you so hard your thighs quiver.

“I want it,” you gasp. “want you to come inside me, jisung—please, I need it—”

he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down into a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue and moaning into your mouth as he fucks up into you like he’s lost control.

your hips stutter, your thighs begin to shake, and his free hand slips between your bodies to rub fast, desperate circles over your clit.

“come first,” he pants against your lips. “come with me—please, baby, wanna feel you clench.”

you do — seconds later, crashing down around him with a broken cry, body tightening, shuddering hard as you come all over his cock. that’s what breaks him.

he thrusts up into you one last time with a wrecked gasp and spills deep inside, burying his face in your neck as he groans through it.

you stay like that — panting, tangled, skin hot and slick and trembling — with his cock still twitching inside you, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

“..fuck,” he breathes after a long moment. “that was not just the tip.”

you laugh weakly, still catching your breath. “you lasted longer than I thought.”

his lips find your shoulder, kissing it softly. “yeah,” he whispers. “but next time, you’re on top immediately. no more cockwarming. I’m not strong enough for that shit.”

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HE’S SO CUTE STOP

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୨୧ non-idol! jisung x reader smau | strangers to roommates | slowburn, fluff & veeery slight angst. ft nct dream & 127 !!

yn needs a roommate, jisung needs cheaper rent. they’ve never met, but now they’re living together — split bills, fridge notes, and all. it's just supposed to be practical… but feelings don’t read contracts ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱.

“your cat’s been staring at me like i owe her money.” jisung said, taking a bite of his pizza.

yn giggled at that — a sound as sweet as honey to jisung’s ears. in all brutal honesty, it wasn’t often jisung made people laugh on purpose. usually, it happened by accident — through clumsy moments or questions so stupid you couldn’t help but laugh. so her actual amusement, her leaning in and laughing at something he meant to say, felt weirdly comforting.

“mm, yeah… she’s like that.” yn replied, laughter still lingering in her voice as she glanced over at her cat — currently perched on the windowsill, observing the new and unfamiliar stranger in her home.

jisung looked back at yn just in time to catch her blinking slowly, her eyes heavy with sleep. he noticed the way her head tilted just slightly, a soft haze settling in her gaze. she was clearly exhausted. he debated quickly finishing his dinner and heading to bed so she could do the same — but didn’t want to seem rude or like he was rushing to leave. so he stayed, awkwardly polishing off his slice in silence.

yn’s eyes fluttered back open, landing on jisung. “i assume you like cats then? … or can at least put up with them,” she asked, voice quiet and slightly slow.

“hm? oh, yeah! i grew up with cats,” jisung said, lips curling into a soft smile. “she’s fourteen now. still going strong.” he kept going from there, launching into a story about her. he didn’t realise how long he was talking until he glanced back over and saw yn — now fully slumped on the sofa, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, breathing slow and even. asleep.

jisung froze, the realisation hitting all at once. he’d been talking to himself. he winced, brows twitching upward in quiet embarrassment, then stood to start clearing the table �� moving as quietly as he could.

a few minutes later, he returned from the kitchen holding a blanket he’d grabbed from one of the unpacked boxes. carefully, he draped it over her, taking a second to smooth it out. he lingered for a beat too long, watching the way she curled slightly under the warmth.

then, deciding anything more would feel weird, he tiptoed back to his room and closed the door softly behind him.

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