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[mooniitlovers]

When it doesn´t fit

Where I made headcanons where that doesn't fit It's a mini-series I came up with, and everyone has it bigger than 6 inches (15 cm), because why not? I hope you like it

hyung line | maknae line

Bangchan

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, possession and submission, slight breeding kink

You're in the room with Bangchan, the air thick with sexual tension. You look up at him, your eyes full of desire and anticipation, but there's also a hint of nervousness. You know Bangchan is well-endowed, and the thought of his 9 inches inside you both excites and scares you.

Bangchan leans in, his confidence palpable, and kisses you softly. His hands explore your body, igniting every nerve with his touch. "I just want to make you feel good with my cock," he whispers in your ear, his voice deep and enticing.

You nod, trying to relax, but the nervousness lingers. Bangchan positions himself between your legs, and you see the evidence of his arousal, impressive and ready. He begins to thrust slowly, but stops when he feels resistance. "Fuck, you're so tight," he moans, his voice thick with desire. "Don't worry, love. We'll take it slow."

"I'm scared," you admit, your voice shaking. "I don't know if it'll fit."

Bangchan smiles at you, kissing your forehead tenderly. "Of course it will. Just relax and let me do the work. I promise you'll feel amazing."

You take a deep breath, trying to relax. Bangchan pushes again, this time a little harder, but still carefully. You feel his head enter, and you both moan with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"More," you whisper, your nails digging into his back, encouraging him. Bangchan grins, a wicked glint in his eyes. "As you wish, love."

He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he's finally completely inside. You're both breathless, your bodies shaking with the intensity of the moment. "You feel so good," he moans, beginning to move slowly, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm.

"You're mine," he says, his voice full of possession. "Every inch of you is mine."

You moan in response, your hips moving to meet his. "Yes, I'm yours," you whisper, your voice filled with desire and submission.

Bangchan increases the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promises, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fill you completely."

You cry out his name, your nails digging into his back as your body tenses with orgasm. Bangchan grins, feeling your release, and thrusts deeper, his own climax coming quickly.

"Fuck, yes," he moans, his body shaking as he empties himself inside you. "I love you so much, fuck."

You collapse together, your bodies sweaty and sated, your hearts beating as one. Bangchan kisses you softly, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I love you," he whispers, stroking your hair.

Lee Know

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, humiliation kink, dacrifilia, rough sex, dominance and submission

You're in the room with Lee Know, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You've been kissing and touching each other for what seems like an eternity, and now, finally, you're naked, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Minho whispers in your ear, his voice husky and full of lust, "I want you so much, I want to feel you completely."

He gently places you on the bed, his strong, defined body hovering over you. You can feel his erection, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh. He gently but firmly parts your legs and positions himself between them. He looks into your eyes, with a mixture of desire and dominance, and says, "I'm going to enter you now, and I want you to know that you're mine to do with as I please."

He begins to thrust slowly, and you can feel your body stretching to accommodate his considerable size. You feel a mixture of pleasure and pain as he advances, his 7-inch penis slowly filling you. You bite your lip, trying to relax, but the pain is intense. Tears begin to well up in your eyes; you can't help it; their size is overwhelming and corrupts you completely.

Minho notices your tears and smiles with a mixture of satisfaction and sadism. "Shh, relax, slut. These tears are for me. You're mine, and I own you. Your pain belongs to me." He kisses you deeply, his hands caressing your body to soothe you, but the pain persists.

"You're so tight," he murmurs, "But I know you can take all of me. You're mine, and I own you. Your body belongs to me. Your pain belongs to me." With one last thrust, he's finally fully inside you. You both moan, but your moan is mixed with sobs of pain and pleasure.

Minho begins to move, slowly at first, then harder and deeper. He whispers dirty, humiliating words in your ear, talking about how much he wants you, how much he needs you, how much he possesses you. "You're my whore, and I own you. No one but me will have you like this. You're mine to do with as I please. Your pain is mine, and I enjoy it."

You feel the pleasure building inside you, despite the pain, his rhythm and his words bringing you to the edge of ecstasy. "Tell me you love me," he begs, his voice filled with need. "I love you, Minho," you reply between sobs, and with those words, you both climax, your bodies shaking with pleasure as you lose yourself in each other.

Afterward, you lie there, panting, your bodies intertwined, knowing you've shared something deep and meaningful. Minho kisses you softly on the forehead, whispering, "You're mine, and I own you, and I love you. Forever." As you snuggle into his arms, you feel a mixture of satisfaction and humiliation, knowing you've been completely possessed and dominated.

Changbin

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, soft but needy changbin

You're in bed with Changbin, your heart pounding as you realize this is real. He looks at you with those eyes of his, filled with desire and need. He kisses you gently, his lips soft and warm against yours, but there's an urgency in his movements that lets you know how much he wants you.

His hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every line, as if he's memorizing every inch of you. You feel desired, needed, and it turns you on even more. He whispers in your ear, his voice husky and soft, "I need you so much, baby. I've dreamed of this moment ever since I saw you."

He helps you take off your clothes, his movements gentle but purposeful. When you're naked before him, he looks at you with a mixture of awe and lust that makes you feel like the most desirable woman in the world. He takes off his own clothes, and you see his toned body, his defined muscles, and his erection of 6 inches, proud and ready for you.

He positions himself between your legs, and you feel the head of his penis, warm and hard, pressing against your entrance. He tenses you slightly, knowing he's big, and whispers, "Shh, baby, I promise you'll feel good. Just relax for me."

He begins to thrust slowly, and you feel yourself stretching to accommodate him. It's an intense, almost overwhelming sensation. He tenses you further, and he stops, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips, trying to distract you. "Relax, baby. You're so tight and hot. Just let me in," he whispers, his voice full of need and desire.

He pushes a little further, and you feel a mix of pleasure and pain. He's big, and your body needs time to adjust. "Changbin," you whisper, and he stops again, looking at you with concern and lust. "I'm okay," you assure him, and he nods, kissing you deeply.

He tries again, pushing slowly, and you feel your body give a little more. "That's it, baby, just a little more," he encourages, his voice husky with need. He pushes a little further, and you feel yourself stretched to the limit, but he still can't get all the way in.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he grunts, and you can feel his body shaking with effort and need. "Just a little more, baby. I can feel how close you are to taking me completely," he whispers to you, and he pushes a little further, and finally, with one last push, he's all the way in.

We both moan with relief and pleasure. He holds still for a moment, giving you time to adjust, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips, his body trembling with need. "You feel so good, baby. So tight and hot," he whispers, and you begin to move together, his hips meeting yours in an ancient, natural rhythm.

You feel complete, full of him, and the pleasure begins to build again, more intense this time. Changbin begins to move, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that is both gentle and urgent. He whispers sweet, dirty words in your ear, telling you how much he wants you, how much he needs you, how much he loves you.

"You feel amazing, baby. So tight around me," he whispers, and every word, every movement, takes you higher. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back, and he grunts with pleasure, thrusting harder, faster.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Come with me," he whispers, and you feel his body tense, him releasing inside you. That feeling, along with his words and his movements, drives you over the edge, and you come with him, your body shaking and convulsing with pleasure. It's an intense orgasm, one that leaves you breathless and makes you see stars.

Changbin collapses on top of you, his body sweaty and sated, and kisses you softly, his breathing returning to normal. You feel whole, satisfied, and loved. And you know this is just the beginning of something beautiful and dirty between the two of you.

Hyunjin

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, prasing, soft hyunjin, slight fingering (fem reciving), slight breeding kink

You're in bed with Hyunjin, your heart pounding as you realize this is real. He looks at you with those eyes filled with desire and need, and you know he's just as eager as you are. He whispers in your ear, his voice husky and full of lust, "I want you so bad, baby. I want to feel all of you."

You kiss deeply, his hands exploring your body with an urgency that turns you on even more. You realize he's semi-erect, but that doesn't make his desire any less evident. He whispers to you, "My cock is so hard for you. I want to put it all in you, but first I want you to be ready for me."

His fingers find your wetness, and you shudder with each stroke. He slowly prepares you, making sure you're ready for him. "You're so wet, baby. You drive me crazy," he tells you, his voice thick with need.

Finally, he positions himself between your legs, and you can feel his 7.5-inch length against you. "I'm going to go slow, but I swear I want to put it all in you," he tells you, his voice full of desire. He begins to thrust, and you realize how big he is. You feel a mix of pleasure and pain as you stretch to accommodate him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he moans, his voice full of effort. "I'm going to go slow, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

He whispers dirty words in your ear, praising your body, your desire, your everything. "You're so perfect. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to feel all of me."

With each thrust, you grow accustomed to his size, and the pleasure begins to overcome the pain. "That's it, baby. Take all of me. You're so good for me," he tells you, his voice full of approval and desire.

Finally, he's completely inside you, and you both moan with pleasure. "You feel so good," he tells you, his voice full of ecstasy. "I never want to get out of you."

He begins to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, and you are pushed to the edge of pleasure. "I'm going to cum inside you, baby. I want to fill you all up," he tells you, his voice full of promise.

With one last thrust, he releases himself inside you, and we both climax together, our bodies shaking with pleasure. "I love you so much, baby," he whispers, his voice full of satisfaction and love.

You hold each other close, your bodies sweaty and sated, and you know this moment will be one you'll remember forever.

[mooniitlovers]

Inches In Between Us

summary: moment where you and him are caught too close for comfort… or maybe just close enough, tension simmers

pairing: skz x gn!reader

genre: slight angst, fluff, forced proximity trope

a/n: this one’s been sitting in my drafts forever (based on this request) I took my time crafting each moment to really bring the tension and emotion to life! comment below and let me know which scene had your heart doing somersaults ♡

Masterlist

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Bang Chan (established relationship)

You flew across two countries just to see him.

You told yourself it was worth it—the late-night packing, the long airport waits, the time off you had to beg your manager for. You missed him. You missed you and him, and those Facetimes squeezed between rehearsals weren’t enough.

But now, sitting stiffly on the plush leather seat of the tour bus, knees locked together and jaw tight with frustration, you weren’t sure why you bothered.

You had claimed the wide back row—meant to seat four or five—but you sat all the way in the corner, facing the window, hoping to be left alone.

Chan’s voice had barely left your ears since the fight earlier—sharp words you both didn’t mean, silence that hurt more than shouting. He’d said he needed space.

So, you decided to give it to him.

Now that the schedule was over, the members and staff had scattered across the bus, most of them slouched in the two-seaters lining either side of the aisle. Some had earbuds in, some quietly scrolled their phones, but no one said a word about the tension radiating from the very back.

Chan climbed in last.

For a second, you thought—hoped—he’d take one of the many empty two-seaters. Maybe even sit with Minho or Changbin, who were already half-asleep a few rows ahead.

But no. He walked straight to the back and slid into the long seat. Not just the seat—but right next to you. Right up against you.

You blinked at him. “Seriously?”

In response, he just leaned back with a soft exhale, gaze forward.

Annoyed, you got up and moved to a two-seater near the middle of the bus. You didn’t look at him.

Seconds later, the seat dipped beside you again.

You didn’t even have to look to know it was him. The quiet, stubborn presence. That familiar scent. The way your thigh brushed against his because the seat was narrow and neither of you budged.

You huffed, loud enough for only him to hear, but said nothing. You didn’t want to draw attention. Not to the fight. Not to how your heart still sped up when he was near—even now.

His thigh pressed against yours, his shoulder brushing yours. There wasn’t enough room not to touch unless you climbed out the window. You didn’t move. Neither did he.

You refused to look at him, eyes glued to the streetlights racing by outside. Still, you felt him— his quiet sigh, his fidgeting fingers. The way he turned his body toward you, even if he didn’t say a word.

"You’re really not gonna say anything?" he finally whispered, voice low enough that no one in front could hear.

You shrugged.

"You were the one who said you needed space," you murmured bitterly, still not looking.

He was silent for a long second, then said, "Yeah. I was wrong."

"You can’t just say stuff like that and expect it to go away, Chan."

"I know," he said. "That’s why I’m here. In your space. Because I don’t want it. I want you."

“You told me to fly out. You wanted me here. And then you barely looked at me all day.”

Chan’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You think that makes it better?” Your voice cracked. “I cleared my schedule, booked time off, flew across countries just to watch you pull away from me every second. I know what dating an idol means, Chan, but this—this felt different.”

He looked like he’d been punched. “I know. I messed up.”

He reached for your hand, tentative. You let him, but didn’t squeeze back yet.

“I thought if I focused on the tour stuff first, I could make time for you later. But I just pushed you away, I’m sorry, baby.”

You turned to the window again, biting your lip.

“I was just excited to see you,” you whispered. “And you made me feel like an afterthought.”

Chan exhaled shakily. “You’re not. You’re the only part of this I don’t want to mess up.”

His voice was rough, edged with guilt.

“For the rest of today, I’m yours,” he said, gently pulling your intertwined hands to his chest. “No staff. No members. Just us. And I swear, I won’t let you feel like this again. Let me fix it.”

You hesitated. But you looked at him and there it was again: that open, vulnerable gaze only you ever got. He was looking at you— eyes glassy, sincere, scared.

So you nodded.

He leaned in, his voice even quieter.

"You can keep being mad at me. I’ll sit here the whole ride, touching your knee like a loser, until you’re ready to forgive me. I just… I don’t want this silence anymore."

Your anger crumbled a little at the edges. He was ridiculous. Dramatic. Stubborn. And yours.

You huffed, barely hiding the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re squishing me."

"Good," he said, bumping your shoulder gently. "I missed you."

You let your head drop onto his shoulder, just for a second. “You’re lucky we’re in public.”

He smirked. “Trust me. I know.”

Lee Know (frenemies)

It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend. A break from the city, from work, from stress.

A weekend camping trip with all your friends consisting of a bonfire, setting up tents, good food, and no cell service— sure, it sounded cute on paper. Until you found out Lee Minho was coming too.

Minho. The eye-roll king. Your arch nemesis in every group chat and game night. The one who always had something smug to say, who knew exactly how to push your buttons and enjoyed doing it.

So, here you were, standing in the middle of a forest clearing with an uneven patch of dirt under your shoes, mosquitoes humming in your ears, and Minho—a.k.a. your personal plague—stretching beside you like he owned the woods.

You didn’t even want to make eye contact.

“Alright!” Chan clapped his hands. “Everyone gets paired up in tents—but, to make things fun, we’re drawing sticks.”

Groans went up immediately, mostly from you and Jeongin.

“What is this? Summer camp?” you muttered.

“Exactly,” Felix grinned, holding out the small bundle of color-coded sticks. “Pick your destiny!”

One by one, your friends picked sticks, with excitement and curiosity filling the air.

You pulled yours last. It was red.

And then your heart sank.

“Red too,” Minho called casually, holding his up and locking eyes with you.

You blinked. “No. Nope. Pick again.”

He smirked. “Aw, are you scared of sharing a tent with me?”

“More like scared for my sanity.”

You whipped around to Han. “Please, just switch with me. I’ll give you my hoodie—the one you love. Or that extra brownie from earlier!”

Jisung burst out laughing, already dragging his guitar to a fancy-looking tent. “Can’t switch! I got the one with the LED light strip and padded floor. I’m not giving THAT up for your romantic tension!”

“There is no tension,” you barked. “Only rage!”

Minho was already walking toward your sad, lopsided tent, humming like he was enjoying every second of your meltdown. You shot pleading eyes at Chan, at Hyunjin, at anyone—but they were all pretending to be busy adjusting gear or unrolling mats.

Betrayal. Pure betrayal.

Sighing dramatically, you picked up your bag and trudged after Minho, muttering curses under your breath. Grumbling and defeated, you stomped into the tent, tossing your bag to the far corner. The inside was cozier than you expected, but that didn’t mean you were happy about it. 

“Okay but seriously,” you said, peering into the tent, “why is there only one camping mattress?”

Minho, behind you, tsked. “You lost. I shouldn’t have to suffer.”

“You think I didn’t suffer the moment I saw your face and ‘red stick’ in the same moment?”

He didn’t answer, just ducked inside and threw his sleeping bag onto the narrow mattress—if you could even call it that. It was barely wider than your body, lumpy, and definitely not meant for two.

“Oh, hell no,” you snapped, following him in. “That’s not just yours.”

Minho raised an eyebrow as he flopped down and smirked. “You wanna sleep on the floor then?”

“No. You sleep on the floor.”

“I got here first.”

You both stared at each other for a moment. The unspoken war was real. 

“Fine. I’m not giving it up,” you stubbornly said and climbed in.

There was maybe—maybe—three inches of space between your bodies. Arms touching. Legs bumping. Shoulders pressed awkwardly side-by-side.

This was not ideal.

“Stop moving,” you hissed as he adjusted.

“You’re poking me with your elbow!”

“You’re hogging the blanket!”

“Your knee is in my spine!”

A moment passed.

Silence.

Then, somehow—inevitably—you both stilled. The night was quiet outside the tent, filled only with the distant crackling fire and soft murmurs from the others. Inside, the air was warm. Heavy.

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Every little breath.

His eyes met yours. And you didn’t look away.

The bickering faded. The closeness became unbearable in a different way. His face was inches from yours, eyes flickering from your mouth to your gaze and back again.

Your heart pounded. Loud. Messy. Dangerous.

“Don’t snore,” you broke the silence.

“I don’t snore,” Minho piped up, rolling his eyes. “But I do talk in my sleep. Usually insults.”

“You’re really annoying,” you whispered.

“So are you,” he replied quietly.

But he didn’t move away. And neither did you. His hand brushed yours under the blanket. Barely touching. But enough to make your breath hitch.

You both leaned in—slow, tentative, until your noses almost touched—

“Yah! Who stole the marshmallows?!”

Han’s voice rang outside the tent and you both jerked away like you’d been electrocuted.

Minho cleared his throat, turning stiffly onto his side. “Sleep. Now.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing, facing the opposite direction.

But long after the outside voices faded, you stayed awake, replaying that moment—one breath away from disaster.

*************************************

The sun had barely risen over the quiet campsite, dew still clinging to the grass and birds chirping in the distance. Most tents were still zipped up, the fire pit long gone cold.

Han yawned dramatically as he and Hyunjin wandered toward your tent, both of them tasked with rounding people up for breakfast duty. "Let’s just yell and run," Han muttered. "Classic wake-up strategy."

Hyunjin shushed him. “No, I want to see their faces. Especially those two.”

Han smirked. “Ohhh right. Mortal enemies sharing a tent. Bet they killed each other in their sleep.”

They unzipped the tent slowly, careful not to wake any potential dragons.

But what they did see stopped them in their tracks.

Inside, the two of you were a complete mess of limbs—your arm flopped across Minho’s chest, his hand loosely resting on your waist, legs tangled beneath the thin blanket. One of his knees was even wedged between your thighs, and your face was tucked into the crook of his neck.

Utterly relaxed. Peaceful. Intimate.

Hyunjin let out a quiet gasp. “Oh my God.”

Han clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Dude. What… the hell?”

Hyunjin grinned. “So the tension finally melted.”

Han whispered, “Yeah. Into a puddle of cuddles and potential kisses? Do you think they kissed?”

Hyunjin smirked, “It might’ve happened.”

They slipped away without waking either of you—though Han did snap a silent photo on his phone, “just for documentation.”

However, the quiet rustling outside was just enough to stir you.

You blinked, stretching a little—only to freeze the second you realized something was very wrong.

Your cheek wasn’t against your pillow.

It was on someone's chest.

Warm. Steady. Rising and falling slowly beneath you.

You shifted just a little—and then you noticed it. Minho’s arm around your waist. One of your legs slung over his. His hand resting lightly on your back.

You nearly stopped breathing.

And just then, he stirred too—brow furrowing, eyes fluttering open. He blinked once. Twice. Then looked down.

Right at you.

There was a beat of silent realization. Eyes locking. Tension crackling in the small, stuffy tent.

Your breath caught. His hand twitched on your back.

“…You—”

“This isn’t—” you both started at once.

You scrambled back in a panic, elbowing the tent wall as you untangled your legs and rolled toward the exit. “I—I didn’t mean to—!”

“You’re the one who shoved me over in your sleep!” he whisper-hissed, equally flustered, hair a mess and voice rough from sleep.

You yanked the zipper open and practically ran out, heart pounding, cheeks burning.

The morning air slapped your face as you stumbled into the open, hoping no one saw. (Too late.)

From the campfire pit, Han and Hyunjin exchanged a look—and then burst into laughter.

Inside the tent, Minho sat up, running a hand through his hair and muttering to himself.

“…So dramatic.”

But even as he said it, a faint, undeniable smile pulled at his lips.

Because your warmth still lingered on his skin.

And that moment—however brief—was now burned into him.

*************************************

Back at the communal camp kitchen, Han was making scrambled eggs while Hyunjin cut fruit, both humming softly. Minho emerged from the trees a while later, hair a bit messy, lips pressed in a line as he poured water into the kettle like nothing happened.

“You sleep okay?” Han asked innocently.

Minho side-eyed him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Han shrugged. “You know. Considering the person you used to say you’d rather fight a bear than share a tent with.”

Minho didn’t look up. “Shut up. There’s nothing between us.”

But then he hesitated. Almost like something tugged at him.

And when he glanced over his shoulder, there you were—laughing at something Felix said, your cheeks squished adorably in the cool air, your hair a mess from sleep. You tossed your head back as you laughed, eyes sparkling while Minho was watching. And he smiled softly. Almost in a daze, like it bloomed out of his chest before he even knew it was there.

Han caught it, catching the way Minho lingered just a second too long before turning back around.

He didn’t say anything.

He just smiled too—watching his best friend quietly fall.

Seo Changbin (friends to lovers)

Changbin’s apartment smelled like buttered popcorn and clean laundry.

It was your favorite place to be lately—low lights, cozy blanket, a ridiculous action movie playing on the screen, and him beside you, warm and familiar. Your legs were tangled casually over his, a bowl of popcorn between you, laughter spilling out as some over-the-top fight scene played.

"This is the dumbest movie you’ve made me watch," you grinned, tossing a popcorn kernel at him.

Changbin caught it in his mouth effortlessly and winked. "Admit it. You love it."

"I love mocking it," you teased, nudging his thigh with your foot.

He caught your ankle before you could pull back, grinning wickedly. “You sure you want to start something?”

You wiggled your toes defiantly. “What, you’re gonna fight me?”

“I could win.”

“You wish, Seo Changbin.”

That’s all it took.

Suddenly, the popcorn bowl was tossed aside, and you were squealing, squirming, as Changbin tackled you onto the couch in a flurry of limbs and laughter.

It wasn’t serious—just a mess of soft slaps, blocked pokes, mock grunts. You wrestled, pushing at his shoulders, but he was strong and quick, playful growls leaving his throat as he countered every move with ease.

“Okay, okay, I take it back!” you laughed breathlessly, trying to twist away.

He caught your wrists.

One smooth motion, and you were pinned flat against the couch cushions, Changbin hovering above you—knees on either side of your hips, hands holding yours gently but firmly down beside your head.

The laughter stopped. Well everything… stopped.

His chest was rising and falling, breath just a little uneven. Your wrists burned under his fingers, not from pressure but from presence. The movie still played in the background, but it was a muffled hum now—nothing compared to the thunder of your heart.

He was close. Too close.

His face hovered just above yours, eyes flickering over every part of your expression—your parted lips, your wide eyes, the heat that was now unmistakably there in both of your gazes.

Neither of you moved.

You swallowed hard. “Are you gonna let me up?”

He didn’t blink. “Do you want me to?”

You couldn’t answer.

Because maybe you didn’t want him to.

Your silence stretched. His grip loosened ever so slightly, just enough that your hands could move if you wanted—but you didn’t pull away. Not yet.

Your fingers curled around his wrists instead, and his breath caught audibly.

“You’re dangerous,” you whispered.

He leaned a little closer, voice low. “You bring it out in me.”

For a second—just a second—he dipped his head, your noses brushing, lips almost meeting. Almost.

But he hesitated. Like he needed permission. Like he didn’t want to cross a line unless you asked him to.

“Binnie…” you breathed, and that was all it took.

His forehead touched yours. Not a kiss, not yet—but his weight above you, his warmth, the want in his eyes was enough to melt you.

“You’re more than just a friend to me,” he murmured. “I’ve been trying to hide it for so long, but when you look at me like that—”

You surged up just enough to press your lips to his.

Soft. Careful. But charged like fire.

He kissed you back like he’d been waiting forever.

Changbin’s lips lingered on yours like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

You watched him in that small, quiet moment—his lashes brushing his cheeks, his hands still cradling your wrists. He looked… vulnerable. Not like the loud, confident Changbin who barked laughs and flexed his arms to annoy you. This was different.

He finally opened his eyes and met your gaze—softer now. Nervous, even.

“So…” he said, voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “Now what?”

Your heart flipped.

You smiled shyly and tugged your hands free, only to lace your fingers with his. “Now,” you whispered, “you help me up, because you’re crushing me.”

A breathless laugh escaped him, and he immediately rolled off to the side, reaching down to help you sit up. “Sorry,” he said, a little flushed. “Didn’t mean to KO you on the first date.”

You both paused.

You tilted your head. “So this is a date now?”

He looked a little caught, but the smile never left his face. “I mean… if you want it to be.”

You nudged his knee with yours. “Only if it ends with another kiss.”

Changbin turned bright red, chuckled, and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re gonna make fun of me forever for this, aren’t you?”

You leaned in, close enough that your noses touched again, your voice barely a breath. “Probably.”

He kissed you again—quick, sweet, like he couldn’t help himself.

Then he got up, held out his hand, and pulled you to your feet. Still holding on. Still close.

“So,” he said again, this time with a grin, “sleepover rules still apply. I’m making ramen. You’re picking the next movie. And maybe later, we kiss again.”

You smirked, tugging him toward the kitchen. “We’ll see if you earn it.”

“Hey!” he whined playfully. “I pinned you! That’s gotta count for something!”

“It counts as me letting you win, obviously.”

“Oh, it’s on.”

And just like that, you were back to bickering—but now, between the sarcasm and the teasing, were shy glances, soft smiles, and the kind of tension that didn’t need words anymore.

You’d always been close. Now, you were closer than ever.

Hwang Hyunjin (crushing on seonbae)

It was your second week as a trainee for a new girl group under JYP Entertainment, and you had already learned that the training schedule was intense. You were still trying to find your rhythm in a world filled with highly talented idols, and it felt like everything was moving too fast. You spent most of your time in the practice rooms, working on vocal exercises, choreography, and dance routines.

One day, after a particularly long session, you found yourself taking a quick break to catch your breath. You'd never thought you'd meet Hyunjin from Stray Kids during your training, but here you were, sitting in the corner of the studio, trying to recover from a grueling dance practice. He was in the middle of a solo routine, and you couldn’t help but watch, captivated by his flawless movements. The way he danced was mesmerizing, and for a moment, you forgot everything around you. You did harbour a huge secret crush on him. 

When his practice ended, he caught you staring, a playful smirk appearing on his face. “Like what you see?” he asked with a teasing tone.

Caught off guard, you blushed, quickly looking away. “Oh! Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“No need to apologize,” he interrupted, walking over to where you were sitting. “I saw you struggling with your choreography earlier. Need some help?”

You blinked, surprised by his offer. You had only been a trainee for a short time, and the idea of dancing with someone like Hyunjin made you nervous. But his smile was disarming, and you could tell he genuinely wanted to help.

"Actually, yes," you admitted, standing up. "I can't quite get the moves down for our routine. Maybe you could show me some tips?"

Hyunjin grinned, taking his place in front of you. "No problem. I'll teach you the basics, and we'll see if we can make it a little more fun."

He started by showing you the footwork, his body moving effortlessly to the beat. You mimicked his movements, but the steps felt awkward under your feet. Hyunjin noticed immediately and gave a little chuckle.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “Relax. You’re supposed to feel the music, not stress about the steps.”

His hands lingered just a second too long, and you felt a heat rush to your cheeks. You took a deep breath, nodding. “I’ll try again.”

You continued practicing, and as the movements started to feel more natural, Hyunjin encouraged you with small comments here and there. The choreography was getting better, but you were still a little offbeat.

"Okay, how about this," Hyunjin suggested. "Let’s do the next part together. I'll guide you."

Before you could say anything, he stood close behind you, his hand lightly resting on your waist to help guide your movements. His proximity caught you off guard, and your heart skipped a beat. The way his body was pressed against yours, his warmth radiating onto you, was almost overwhelming. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leaned in to correct your posture.

“Here, just like this,” he said, adjusting your hips with his hands. The touch was gentle, but the closeness made it impossible to ignore the sudden tension in the air. You could feel your body growing tense, unsure of how to act with him so near.

His grip shifted slightly, and you found yourself in an almost perfect mirror of his stance. "See?" Hyunjin smiled, his voice low. "Much better."

The way his eyes locked onto yours made your breath catch in your throat. The dance had become less about learning the moves and more about the unspoken connection forming between you two in the space. His hands were still guiding you, his touch firm but soft, and every movement seemed to bring you closer together.

You both continued practicing, but it wasn’t long before the movements became more fluid, and you realized that it wasn’t just the choreography that was making you feel this way. Hyunjin’s presence, his proximity, was stirring something in you. Every time he adjusted your form, his hand would brush against your skin, sending a shiver through your body. Your heart beat faster, and the air between you felt heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.

At one point, you made a small mistake and spun the wrong way, causing your bodies to collide. For a brief second, you both froze, trapped in a moment of unintended intimacy. Hyunjin’s chest was pressed against your back, his arms still holding you in place as you both tried to steady yourselves. His breath hitched slightly, and you could feel his heartbeat racing against your skin.

You locked eyes, and for a second, everything else faded. The studio, the other trainees, the music—it was just the two of you, caught in this unexpectedly close moment. The space between you was nonexistent. The gentle brush of his fingers on your arm sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Well,” Hyunjin said, his voice now husky, as he reluctantly stepped back, breaking the tension. “I guess we got a little… carried away.”

You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself. “I—I didn’t expect that,” you murmured.

He smiled, a little sheepishly. "Yeah, me neither. But hey, at least the moves are starting to look good, right?"

You nodded, though your thoughts were still a little scattered from the closeness you’d just shared. You both stood there for a moment, the silence between you filled with the lingering tension that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

“Well, if you ever need more help," Hyunjin said, his voice returning to its usual playful tone, "I’m just a call away.”

You gave a small, nervous smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As he left the practice room, you stayed behind for a few moments longer, your heart still racing from the unexpected intimacy of the dance. There was a mix of excitement and confusion swirling inside you. What was that? Was it just the dance, or was there something more there?

You didn’t have time to answer your own questions because, as a trainee, there was always another routine to learn, another move to perfect. But as you left the studio later that day, your mind kept returning to the way Hyunjin had touched you, the way he’d held you close, and how in that one moment, you couldn’t tell if it was just dance… or something more.

Han Jisung (secretly dating)

It was game night, a regular gathering with the boys at their dorm, where laughter and playful competition filled the air. You'd been looking forward to this night, to unwind and enjoy their company, especially Han Jisung's. You were secretly dating him, keeping it low-key for the time being, but lately, it felt like a secret you wanted to shout from the rooftops. There was just one problem—you didn’t know how to tell the others without making things awkward.

Tonight, everyone was hyped up and playing a board game, the atmosphere light and buzzing with friendly rivalry. The stakes had gotten higher as the rounds went on, and the trash talk was flying. You and Felix had become a bit of an invincible duo—strategizing, making each other laugh, and working seamlessly together. 

But as Hyunjin leaned back in his chair with a smirk and exclaimed, “Oh my god, Felix and Y/N, you guys are totally an unbeatable duo!” the comment seemed to hit differently. Jisung, who had been quiet for a while, stiffened beside you, his eyes momentarily narrowing as he watched you laugh along with Felix.

You noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. A quiet jealousy simmered beneath his usual playful and easy-going attitude. You felt your stomach tighten with an instinctive pull toward him. Felix, oblivious to the shift, was still bantering with Hyunjin.

But Jisung was different. He was unusually quiet, and the energy in the room had shifted in a way that only you could sense. You could feel his gaze lingering on you for a little too long, and it made your heart race—nervous, excited. The tension between you two was palpable, something you both tried to keep under wraps.

As the game continued, you couldn't help but glance over at Jisung. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His playful vibe had shifted into something more guarded. It wasn’t like him to stay quiet for so long, and it made you feel uneasy, like you had inadvertently caused the shift in the air.

Felix was deep in conversation with Hyunjin, while the others were absorbed in the game, but you couldn’t focus anymore. You excused yourself from the table, slipping into the hallway in an attempt to get some space. You figured you could give Jisung a moment to cool down or maybe even talk about whatever had been bothering him.

But before you could walk further, Jisung was there. You didn’t even hear him approach, but suddenly his hand was on your wrist, and he was gently tugging you toward the hallway leading to his room. “Hey, where are you going?” you asked, trying to keep the casual tone.

He didn’t respond right away, his grip firm but gentle. There was a certain intensity to his gaze now—his eyes darkened slightly, and his usual teasing smile was replaced with something more serious. “I need to talk to you,” he muttered, his voice low.

You didn’t say anything. You knew this wasn’t just about the game anymore.

When you reached his room, Jisung quickly closed the door behind you, his hand resting on the handle for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. The two of you stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds, the air thick with unspoken words.

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t like the way you two were... getting so close. Felix and you, laughing together like that.” His eyes were intense, full of something you hadn’t seen before—something raw. “It’s not like you’ve done anything wrong, but… it makes me feel something I don’t know how to handle.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You stepped closer to him, instinctively. “Hannie…” you began, but he interrupted you.

“I want to tell them, baby. I want to tell everyone we’re together,” he said, his hand gripping yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles gently, though his voice was firm. “I’m tired of pretending like we’re just friends.” He took a step closer, his face inches from yours now. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel his heart racing in his chest, matching yours.

The proximity was overwhelming, intoxicating, and for a moment, you forgot everything around you—the noise of the game, the others in the house. It was just him, and the desire in his eyes. You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer; you felt the same way. You had been trying to ignore it, keeping your relationship under wraps for the sake of the group, but in that moment, it all felt like too much to keep inside.

You swallowed, struggling to find the right words. “I want to tell them too, baby. I really do. But…” you hesitated. “Do you think they’ll understand?”

Jisung’s eyes softened, and he gently cupped your cheek with his free hand. “It’s not about them understanding,” he said, his voice tender now, the tension easing from his shoulders. “It’s about us. I want to be open with everyone, especially with you. You mean so much to me.”

The words hung in the air, a promise wrapped in vulnerability. You were quiet for a beat, the intensity of the moment consuming you. Slowly, you nodded. “Okay. Let’s tell them. Together.”

He smiled, the usual playful glint returning to his eyes, but there was still an undercurrent of sincerity. Without another word, he closed the gap between you two and kissed you, soft and slow, as if savoring the moment that had been a long time coming. The kiss deepened, both of you letting go of the tension and unspoken feelings you’d been holding onto.

When you pulled away, your foreheads touched, breaths mingling. He whispered, “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

You smiled, your heart lighter than it had been in weeks. “Me too,” you said softly.

From that moment on, there was no more hiding. You were his, and he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

Lee Felix (colleagues to lovers)

The music video shoot had gone longer than expected, and most of the staff had either stepped out for a break or were busy resetting lights outside. The trailer where touch-ups usually happened—the one usually buzzing with stylists, cords, and brushes—was now completely empty.

You were the only one there, you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when Felix popped in, flashing that signature grin and muttering, “Hyung said I need my hair re-gelled. Sorry,” like he was inconveniencing you, even though it was literally your job.

“Sit,” you said, trying to sound normal. Professional.

But nothing about Felix ever let you stay fully calm. Not the way he tugged off his jacket with one hand and tossed it lazily on the couch. Not the way his damp dark hair curled against his forehead, making him look more boyish, more human, than the stage idol version everyone else saw.

You stood behind him, gently combing through his roots. The gel hadn’t fully set, and you needed to rework it from the front.

"Can you tilt your head back?" you asked.

He did, but the angle was awkward. He sat too low in the chair, so you had to lean forward, your hips brushing the armrest. When you reached to push his fringe back, your chest nearly grazed his shoulder.

He stilled. You froze.

Then, in one ungraceful second, your foot slipped against the leg of the chair. Your balance tipped forward—too fast to catch. A small gasp escaped you as your knees bumped the edge, and suddenly you were no longer standing.

You landed on him.

Your hands flew to his shoulders to steady yourself, but it was too late—your body was already pressed against his, knees planted on either side of his lap, your faces just inches apart.

His breath ghosted across your cheek. Warm. Shaky.

Neither of you moved.

“Sorry—” you whispered, trying to push yourself back up.

But his hands had found your waist. Not tight, not holding, just there. Warm, grounding. And when your eyes met, something shifted.

“No—” he breathed, voice quieter than you’d ever heard. “Don’t move.”

Your breath caught.

“Felix—”

“I didn’t mind… I mean, it’s okay. I just…” His stammered.

You blinked at him, heart hammering, heat blooming across your chest and neck. You’d danced around this for weeks—maybe months.

The lingering stares, the way his smile always stretched wider when you were near. But this…

His hands were still on your waist. And for a moment, neither of you moved.

The only sound was the low hum of a distant monitor and your heartbeat hammering in your chest.

Then, slowly, his fingers reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch barely grazing your skin. The motion was so gentle, so intimate, that it made your breath hitch. And the moment his hand dropped, his eyes widened—like he hadn’t realized what he was doing until it was already done.

“I—I didn’t mean to—sorry, that was—” he breathed, voice shaky.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His cologne wrapped around you like a net, grounding and dizzying all at once.

“I just—” he went on, swallowing, “God, I’m sorry.”

You stared down at him.

His face was already flushed pink, his eyes still locked on yours like he wasn’t sure if he should let go or pull you closer.

“I didn’t mind,” you said quietly.

He blinked.

“What?”

Your voice came out softer this time, more vulnerable. “I didn’t mind. That you touched my hair.”

“Really?” he asked.

You nodded.

He exhaled through a breathless laugh, like disbelief. “Because I’ve been trying not to do anything like that since you started.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you,” he said instantly. No hesitation. Just the truth.

“And I didn’t want to make things weird. But God, you’re always so close, and you’re so gentle, and I’m pretty sure I’ve started dreaming about the way you touch my hair—”

You kissed him.

Quick. Certain. Nothing intense, just a quiet yes to everything he’d just admitted.

His hands tightened on your hips, grounding himself. “Okay,” he whispered against your lips, dazed. “Yeah. That just happened.”

You laughed softly and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “It did.”

“I still need to finish your look,” you teased.

He grinned, pulling you even closer. “I think you just did.”

The silence was comforting this time. Not awkward but intimate.

Kim Seungmin (sunshine x grumpy)

When Chan invited you for a quiet weekend at his countryside farmhouse, you didn’t hesitate. It had been months since you last saw your best friend—too many midnight voice notes, too many “I miss you’s” with a sad emoji tacked on at the end. So you packed a bag and drove up that Friday evening, not even bothering to ask who else would be there. 

Chan had welcomed you in with the warmest hug and whispered, “Seungmin’s here. Try not to combust.”

You elbowed him, cheeks warm. “I don’t like him.”

“Sure,” he smirked.

Of course Seungmin was here. Still just as grumpy, still refusing to smile at your stupid jokes, still never calling you by your name—just “you” or “Chan’s friend.”

And yet, somehow, you still looked for him in every room.

By Saturday night, you were full of barbecue, three glasses into a fruity drink, and cozy in an oversized hoodie. Laughter buzzed through the warm-lit living room. Chan had pulled out board games and card decks, and Hyunjin tossed on a playlist. You and Seungmin had exchanged exactly four words since arriving: “Morning,” “Move” and “No, thanks”

After too many rounds of Mario Kart, Chan flopped onto the massive couch and clapped his hands. “Okay, new game. Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

“Are we in high-school?” you and Seungmin said in perfect sync from opposite ends of the couch.

Everyone laughed, but Chan just wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, you’re all cowards. It’ll be fun.”

Chan started spinning a bottle, and before you could sneak away, your name was called—followed by Seungmin’s.

The room howled.

You whipped around to Chan, whispering furiously, “You rigged that!”

“Did not,” he said with a very smug expression. “Enjoy.”

The closet—tucked in the corner of the master bedroom—was dim, a little too warm, and far too tight for two people. The door shut behind you with a soft click.

“I hate them,” Seungmin muttered, already looking up at the ceiling like it might offer a hatch out.

You nervously glanced around in the little space. You took a breath. “Wow. Cozy.”

“Not really,” he said flatly.

You smiled anyway. “I forgot how much fun you are at parties.”

His lips twitched. The smallest, smallest smirk.

Minutes passed. Maybe only one. Maybe ten. You didn’t know. The quiet between you felt heavier than the night sky outside.

Then—he spoke.

“You flew all this way just to see Chan?” he asked.

Your brows rose. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason,” he said immediately, then hesitated. “Just… wondering.”

You took a step closer, trying to read him. “Why do you always look at me like I annoy you, but then keep showing up in every room I’m in?”

His jaw flexed. “You don’t annoy me.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

He pushed off the wall now, standing straighter, closer. “You’re… too much sometimes.”

You blinked. “Too much?”

“Too much sunshine. Too much sweetness. It gets under my skin.”

You smirked. “Good.”

He gave you a flat look. “This is ridiculous.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not.”

You grinned. “You are. It’s kind of cute.”

He glanced away, jaw tightening, but the pink in his cheeks betrayed him.

You leaned in just a little. “What’s wrong, Seungmin? Closet too small? Or is it just me that’s making you all flustered?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You wound me,” you gasped, hand over your chest. “I’m just being friendly.”

“Yeah, well… maybe tone it down a little.”

You tilted your head. “But I thought I was ‘too much sweetness’ and ‘gets under your skin’—don’t tell me I’m growing on you.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you always talk this much?”

“Only when I’m stuck in a closet with my longtime crush.”

Seungmin froze.

Your eyes widened. Crap. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“…What?” he said after a beat, voice lower.

You scrambled. “I mean—not crush crush. I mean like, maybe. Possibly. Okay, definitely. For a long time. Like years-long. But you were always so—”

He took a step forward. You stopped babbling.

He didn’t say anything. Just looked at you for a moment, then leaned in slightly, voice dry. “Chan told me you’d be here.”

“…Okay?”

“I’ve been trying to act normal since yesterday.”

“That was you acting normal?”

He smirked, just a little. “I don’t flirt like you do.”

“I don’t flirt—”

“Really?” he stepped closer, close enough that your breath caught. “Then what would you call this?”

You were backed against the shelf, heart in your throat, eyes flicking between his and his mouth. He braced one arm beside your head, gaze sharp.

“…Trouble,” you whispered.

He smirked again—wider this time. “Yeah. You’re trouble.”

And then, just before the timer outside buzzed, he kissed you.

Slow, deliberate, and nothing like the annoyed boy who always pretended you were too much.

When he pulled back, lips barely grazing yours, he whispered, “Next time, we skip the game.”

And when the door finally swung open to the cheering crowd, neither of you said a word—but the heat in your face said everything.

Yang Jeongin (brother's best friend)

You hadn’t seen Jeongin properly in almost a year—well you really haven’t seen him much since he’d debuted and got busy with his idol life. But when your brother casually mentioned, “Jeongin’s having a little dinner thing at his place. Just a few of us. You should come—it’s been forever.”  something fluttered in your chest that you tried very hard to ignore.

You’d crushed on him since you were probably twelve, back when he was just your brother’s slightly awkward best friend who always let you have the last slice of pizza. And now? Now he was I.N—idol, heartthrob, and the same boy who still texted your brother dumb memes at 2am.

You didn’t expect much when you arrived—just polite greetings, awkward small talk, maybe a few inside jokes that would go over your head. But when Jeongin opened the door…

Your heart did that stupid thing again.

He looked tired but beautiful, hoodie sleeves pushed up, the kind of soft glow that came from being around people he trusted. He looked mature now—fame-polished, confident, sharper around the edges—but you still saw glimpses of the boy who used to chase your brother through your backyard, who used to steal popsicles from your freezer and grin like he won the lottery.

“Hey,” he smiled, eyes flickering over your face for a second too long. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“My brother dragged me,” you said lightly.

Jeongin tilted his head, still holding the door open. “Good. I’m glad you’re here.”

The dinner was casual, cozy. Laughter echoed through the apartment, plates clinked, and stories flowed like old times. But something about the way Jeongin kept glancing at you when your brother wasn’t looking—when he refilled your drink before anyone else’s, when your knees accidentally touched under the table and he didn’t move away—it felt like you weren’t imagining it anymore.

It wasn’t until later—when everyone was a little too full and a little too tipsy and began playing loud music—that you slipped away to find some quiet. 

The bathroom was unlocked, thankfully, and you slipped in, locking the door behind you. Only to turn around and freeze.

“Oh?” you exhaled.

Jeongin stood leaning against the counter, arms crossed, he was startled to see you too.

You nodded, suddenly too aware of the small space, the way the air felt heavier between you two. You both stood there in silence, not quite looking at each other. You should leave, your mind said. Step out, apologise, pretend this didn’t feel like something.

But for some reason… you stayed.

His gaze flicked to you, then away. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just… needed a break from all the noise,” you said softly. “Didn’t think I’d find you here too.”

He gave a half-smile. “Yeah, well. Guess we’re still in sync.” Then he shifted. “I didn’t think you’d actually come tonight.”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your hands felt clammy. “Yeah, well. My brother can be pretty persuasive.”

Jeongin smiled, then glanced down, almost bashful. For a second, he looked like the boy you remembered—the one who got flustered when you caught him singing in your garage.

You stepped back, “I’ll find somewhere else—”

You were about to step toward the door when he suddenly reached out and caught your wrist.

“Wait.”

You turned, startled by the contact. His hand was warm around your wrist, gentle but firm enough to make you pause.

His voice was quiet. Earnest. “How long are we gonna pretend we’re not dying to be with each other?”

Your stomach flipped.

You looked away, jaw tight. “My brother would never agree.”

He chuckled—soft, humorless. “Your brother doesn’t get to decide who I want.”

“Innie,” you warned.

He locked the door behind him.

“Innie?” he echoed, teasing. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”

You froze. “Jeongin—”

“I know. Your brother would kill me.” His voice was lower now, almost a whisper. “But it’s driving me insane, pretending I don’t feel something every time you walk into a room.”

He stepped in. Close. Too close.

“I thought I was imagining it,” he said, finally looking at you. “But the way you look at me sometimes... it doesn’t feel one-sided.”

“It’s not,” you whispered.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, voice rough.

He pinned you to the counter so easily you couldn’t think straight.

He stepped even more closer before saying quietly. “If I kissed you right now, would you push me away?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you closed the space between you, barely a breath apart. And whispered, “I should.”

“But you won’t,” he said, voice hoarse.

“No,” you breathed, “I won’t.”

And then he kissed you—soft, hesitant at first, like he knew the line he was crossing. But when your fingers curled into his hoodie and he pulled you closer, you both forgot everything but the feeling of finally, finally not pretending.

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You seem like the perfect person to submit this to.. softdom!renjun and sub!reader where reader confesses innocently she wants to have his babies and it just ends up being the most wholesome soft love making ever😢

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ㅤ作者 : okay okay listen.. i know this took forever and somehow ended up short after all that build-up LMAOO 😭 BUT softdom!renjun makes my brain melt into applesauce so i had to take my time <3 pls imagine him rubbing ur tummy after and whispering “my pretty mama” uGHGHHG ok i’m done bye 🏃‍♀️💨

it’s raining again, your house smells like chamomile and clean laundry, and the only light in the room is coming from the single warm-toned lamp in the corner, painting everything in soft gold and honeyed shadows.

you’re sitting between renjun’s legs, his back propped against the headboard, both of you under the same oversized throw blanket. your head rests against his chest, his hoodie swallowing your frame.

his fingers draw slow, sleepy shapes into your thigh as some old ghibli movie plays muted in the background. neither of you are paying attention to it anymore — not really.

not when everything already feels so.. still. sacred. like if either of you moved too fast, you’d scare away whatever spell has settled between you.

he smells like detergent and skin and the faintest trace of the cologne you gave him last christmas. the one he swears he only wears when he misses you — even though you live together now. even though you’re never apart long enough to miss each other properly.

it’s quiet, in that way only two people in love can share. like the silence has become its own language. like your breath rising and falling in tandem is the only conversation that matters.

and then you say it. not on purpose, not with planning, not even with hesitation.

“i wanna have your babies someday.”

and the thing is — you don’t even realize you said it out loud. not until you feel him still behind you. not until his fingers go still on your leg, his breath catching quietly somewhere just above your head.

you blink, frozen. your heart lurches, like maybe you said too much. maybe you crossed some invisible line between softness and too much softness. between intimacy and the kind of vulnerability that makes people flinch.

"what did you say?" he asks, but not in the way that makes you panic. he sounds calm. careful. like he heard you but wants to be sure he heard you right.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie. you could lie. laugh it off. pretend you were talking about something from the movie or a line from a podcast or — anything else.

but you don’t want to lie. not to him. not now. so instead, you breathe out quietly. let your voice stay small.

“i said.. i want to have your babies someday.”

and then softer, more to yourself than to him :

“i think about it sometimes. not on purpose. it just.. it just happens.”

you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks like secondhand embarrassment, even though there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. but it feels too intimate, too exposed. like you just handed him your entire heart in one soft whisper.

you wait for him to laugh. to shift. to say something casual to bring the mood back to normal. but instea, he exhales. and then tightens his arms around you.

"fuck," he says under his breath. not because he’s frustrated—but because it hit him like a wave he wasn’t ready for. “baby..”

you tilt your head slightly, just enough to glance up at him from where you’re resting. his lips are parted. his eyes are soft in that way they get when he’s overwhelmed by how much he loves you. like he’s soaking in the moment, unsure if it’s even real.

“say that again,” he whispers.

you blink. “what?”

“that you want to have my babies.”

you bite your lip. cheeks burning. but you say it again anyway.

"i want to have your babies, renjun."

and this time, you say it with intention. not just a confession, but a truth. one that’s been sitting in your chest quietly for months, wrapped in daydreams and little secret smiles during coffee runs and grocery shopping.

every time you see him crouch down to tie a kid’s shoe or press a sleepy kiss to your shoulder when you’re cooking. every time he reaches for you in the middle of the night like his body forgets how to be without yours.

it isn’t about the idea of a child — it’s about him. you want him to be the father of your kids.

you want the kind of life where you’re brushing your teeth side by side and arguing about who forgot to buy milk, where you’re folding tiny socks together on a sunday morning and he’s reading bedtime stories on the floor while your toddler clings to his hoodie sleeves.

you want his laugh to echo through the rooms of a home you build together. you want all of him, and all the quiet, beautiful things he’s never known he deserves.

and right now — you just want him to know that. he exhales again. his hand slides up your spine, curling into the back of your neck, grounding you.

“you’d be such a good mama,” he murmurs. “i think about that too sometimes.”

you look up at him, blinking. he smiles — small and kind and so full of emotion it makes your throat tighten.

“like… i’ll be at work, or drawing, or in the car.. and my brain just goes there. like, damn. i could come home to her. to our baby. i could have a home full of both of them.”

his voice is rough now. not with arousal — but with emotion. like he’s holding it together by a thread.

“i think about you sitting by the window, holding them,” he says, his thumb brushing your jaw. “i think about kissing you while they nap in the other room. about coming home with toys you said not to buy and watching you pretend to be mad.”

you laugh softly — because of course he would. and then you feel it. his hand, resting gently over your stomach.

“sometimes i think about you like this,” he says. “just like this. laying on me. full with our baby. glowing. soft.”

you can’t breathe. not really. not with how he’s looking at you. not with the weight of his hand and the warmth in his voice.

“you’d be so good to them,” he whispers. “you’re already so good to me.”

you turn toward him fully now, sitting up, straddling his lap under the blanket. your hands find his cheeks, holding his face like he’s something delicate.

“i’d want it to be you,” you say. “it’s always been you.”

his eyes shine. “can i—?” he starts, and stops. you know what he’s asking. you see it in his expression. you nodded and he kisses you.

not rushed. not hungry. but like it means something. like every inch of his mouth belongs to yours. like he’s sealing a promise into your skin.

the kiss deepens, slow and syrupy, and he lets his hands roam carefully — down your back, under your shirt, until his palms are flat against your spine and you’re chest-to-chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

you whimper softly against his mouth, and he swallows it with a sigh.

“let me make love to you,” he whispers. “please.” you nodded again, more breathless this time. and just like that — the spell shifts. the warmth of the room turns heavier. the silence deepens.

your bodies press closer, the blanket slipping away as he lays you back against the pillows. he kisses you again, then lower. and lower. and the world narrows to the sound of your name on his lips.

he lowers his mouth to your skin with such tenderness it makes your heart flutter — soft, featherlight kisses trailing from your jawline down to the hollow of your throat.

each press of his lips feels like a quiet vow, like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cherishing you without rush or demand. his breath fans over your skin, warm and steady, and the way he tilts his head just so to catch your scent makes you dizzy in the best way.

his hands move with reverence, slow and deliberate, fingers gliding over your ribs and sides like he’s tracing a map of your body, learning the curves and hollows that make you uniquely you.

when he reaches your breasts, his touch shifts just slightly, still soft, but with an undeniable possessiveness. his palms cup them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples with the kind of care that makes your breath hitch.

he doesn’t rush, he doesn’t squeeze or pinch, he simply worships, worships the softness, the heat, the way your skin flushes under his touch.

you feel the delicate ache building in your chest — the way he praises you without words, just in the way his eyes darken with desire and affection.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. it isn’t just about your body. it’s every part of you — the vulnerable parts, the strong parts, the parts that only he sees.

his hands slide under your shirt with a practiced ease, peeling it away slowly so the cool air brushes over your bare skin. you shiver, not from cold but from the weight of his attention, the way he makes you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

his mouth follows, pressing kisses down your chest, trailing a path of fire and featherlight touches that make your skin tingle.

when his lips close around your nipple, suckling gently, it’s like a spark igniting a slow, steady burn deep inside you. his tongue flicks softly, his teeth barely grazing, and your body responds instinctively — hips arching, fingers tangling in his hair, breath coming faster. you want to soak up every second of this reverence, this worship. this love made flesh.

he trails kisses lower, fingers sliding down your sides until they reach the waistband of your underwear. he pauses there, looking up at you with a soft, almost shy smile, as if asking permission with his eyes. you nod, your pulse racing.

he pulls the fabric down with careful tenderness, revealing the slick heat of your wetness. his fingers brush over your folds, slow and exploratory, pressing lightly against your clit with a thumb that moves in small, measured circles. the sensation is exquisite — neither too gentle nor too rough. perfect.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, voice husky with emotion and desire. “so soft, so perfect for me.”

his fingers part your slick folds, tracing your slit with reverence, teasing the sensitive skin until you’re gasping. he slips two fingers inside you slowly, giving your walls time to adjust, curling them just enough to make you ache deliciously.

he watches your face, reading every flicker of sensation, every breath and moan, adjusting his pace to your body’s language. as his thumb circles your clit, pleasure blossoms in your core, slow and deep.

your mind drifts to the future — how your body might change carrying his children, how you’ll hold those tiny lives close, how you’ll learn to be patient and gentle and fiercely protective, just like he is with you now. you want to be a good mother for him, for your family. to build a home full of love and warmth, just like this moment.

he groans low in your ear, voice thick with need. “you’re mine,” he says again, possessive but soft. “mine to love, mine to fill.”

his fingers pull out just as he lines himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing your folds, slick and warm. he waits for your nod before sliding inside — slow, deep, and utterly consuming.

you gasp, the fullness overwhelming but so right. his hands grip your hips gently, holding you steady as he buries himself inch by inch. the weight of him presses into you, grounding and tender.

he starts moving with careful, deliberate strokes, not fast or rough but with a rhythm that says i’m here, i’m yours, i want to cherish you.

“you’re so tight,” he breathes, eyes dark and soft. “so perfect for me.”

his hands explore the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips, the smooth skin of your thighs. his touch is reverent, worshipful, like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever held.

your legs wrap around him instinctively, pressing into his hips as your bodies move together in slow, perfect harmony.

“imagine our kids,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and full of wonder. “running around, filling this house with their laughter.”

you close your eyes, picturing it vividly — tiny footsteps, sticky hands, sleepy morning cuddles.

“you’d be the best mama,” he says, voice breaking slightly with emotion. “i can see it so clearly.”

his hips thrust deeper, slower, his breathing ragged but controlled.

“you’re so good for me,” he groans, lips brushing your ear. “so good and mine.”

you feel tears prick your eyes — not from pain but from the overwhelming flood of love and promise.

“come for me,” he commands softly, “come on my cock.”

you did, your body unraveling around him as your orgasm crashes through you, wild and tender all at once.

he follows, his release hot and deep inside you, holding you through every shudder, every breath, every whispered word of love.

"my pretty, very pretty, soon to be mama."

he pulls you close, skin slick and warm against skin, heartbeats syncing as you lay tangled together, already dreaming of the family you’ll build, the babies you’ll have, the love you’ll share — forever.

[mooniitlovers]

https://www.tumblr.com/heesimp/782220255572459520/in-a-mood-and-sunghoon-is-bias-wrecking-me-right?source=share

what if both ideas combine like hoon asking his girl for threesome/open relationship in which is girl ended up agreeing to but in one condition, he needs to use condom then he'll try to purposely break the condom

unedited. contains themes of infidelity/dubcon/threesomes.

don’t like, don’t read.

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Throughout Sunghoon’s life, he’s always gravitated towards nice girls.

They’re nice, easygoing, and it’s never been hard for him to date girls when he looks as handsome as he does. His girlfriend knows this very well after being with him for the past year and a half. Sunghoon is just as nice and respectful as she is. He didn’t know much else other than the quiet girls who match his introverted tendencies.

The sex is just fine. Sunghoon puts his dick in a wet pussy and cums every time. Sex before bed and on special occasions feels like he’s making sweet love to his loyal girlfriend who enjoys being some kind of trophy girl in proximity to someone as eye catching as Sunghoon.

He’d whisper sweet nothings in her ear and hold her hand while she orgasms around his thick cock. She’s content with him suffocating her body against the mattress and how his hands roam her naked chest until he’s squeezing and pinching her nipples. He was fine with it too, until meeting you at a bar one Saturday night.

Sunghoon swears it was just a one time thing. He was with his friends with two beers in his system when you brush against his arm at the bar. Sunghoon looks down to see you standing beside him, seemingly paying no attention to him. He turns back to try and get the bartender’s attention (unsuccessfully doing so until you wave your arm out to flag one, who tells you he’ll be with you in a minute).

“What’s your poison?” You ask him.

“Hm?” Sunghoon leans down to hear what you’re saying. That was his first mistake. You grin and step on your toes so he can hear you better and put your hand on his bicep.

“What’s your poison?” You repeat. Sunghoon blushed at your touch and hopes you don’t see because of the dark light in the bar.

“Beer for tonight.”

“Any specific kind?”

Sunghoon looks at you like he’s confused until the bartender comes back. He diverts his attention when you order and open a tab. He’s surprised when you tell the bartender to put whatever he wants under your tab. It’s the first time a stranger bought him a drink.

He knows he should probably say thank you and walk away, but he’s so grateful to save $15 on beer that he follows you to the dance floor and tries not to drop his drink in the process. It’s packed and warm, and the cool bottle in his hand isn’t doing anything to soothe him. Your body being so close to his own isn’t helping either.

Sunghoon doesn’t know how it happens. He drinks half of the beer while you dance on him and the two of you get to know each other just a little more before your hand slides down his abdomen. Sunghoon doesn’t stop you when your hand touches his belt, and he doesn’t stop you when you cup his crotch.

He isn’t thinking about his girlfriend. Instead, Sunghoon’s thinking about the fact that he’s rock hard for someone he met twenty minutes ago. Being touched by you in public is exhilarating for him. He doesn’t think he’s ever experienced a high quite like this.

You kiss on his neck and grope him through his pants until he’s gripping your body like he’s scared you’ll stop. You don’t, though. You squeeze his hard on and push your hand underneath his shirt to feel his toned abs and tell him you live ten minutes from this place.

Against his better judgment, Sunghoon follows you into a taxi and restrains himself from public indecency until the two of you are in the confines of your apartment. The kisses are wet and messy. You let him shove his big dick in your mouth and he experiences fucking a tight throat for the first time. It makes him cum so hard that he feels sorry when your mouth gurgles the cum and spit. Something about the way you smile at him makes his dick twitch.

Sunghoon eats your pussy like he’s starved on your bed until you squirt and fucks you like he’s got some pent up steam he needs to let go of. The sex is hot, raw, and nasty between the loud moans and realizing that he’s fucking without a condom for the first time.

When you sit on top of him and glide his swollen tip against your pussy, Sunghoon says something he might regret.

“I have a girlfriend.”

Your hands, which are steady on his shoulder, grip him just as you’re about to sink on his cock. You look down at him and he’s looking right back up at you, wondering if you’ll kick him out and leave him to fist himself to the memory of your naked tits and ass when he gets home to his girlfriend, who is no doubt asleep at this hour.

But you don’t. You sink halfway down on him and feel his fingers dig into your asscheeks.

“She must not satisfy you.”

When your ass touches his thighs as you bounce on top of him, Sunghoon finally realizes what he’s been missing all along. You’re so much tighter than his girlfriend. You’re wetter and nastier than she is with your sharp words and aggressive touch. It encourages him to grope your body disrespectfully until you moan into his mouth, tongues clashing until spit falls from between you two.

He ends the night by fucking you from behind with his hands spreading your ass as he watches himself disappear into your tight little hole. Sunghoon doesn’t think when he cums. He doesn’t think to ask you if you’re on birth control, and quite frankly, he doesn’t care (and neither do you).

Sunghoon leaves that night with your number in his phone and doesn’t feel an ounce of regret when he walks into his apartment and sees his girlfriend sleeping on her side of the bed. All this time, he’s been missing out on incredible, controlling sex. The porn he watches when he’s alone doesn’t satisfy him anymore. He’s unlocked a new version of him and doesn’t want to go back to regular, vanilla sex, and decides to start seeing you a few times a week.

Maybe part of him feels guilty for cheating on his girlfriend. Maybe he should’ve broken it off the first time. It’s too complicated and you don’t seem to be bothered by it, so why should he change his life if he’s having mind blowing sex?

He’s extra touchy with his girlfriend one evening, pressing his crotch against her ass and caging her boys between his arms and the counter. She’s caught off guard because he’s never been like this—perverted, touching her body without asking first. Sunghoon’s hands glide from her shoulders to her ass as he kicks her feet apart and bends his knees enough to slot his semi-hard dick between her asscheeks.

“Let’s have a threesome,” he mutters while kissing her neck. His lips are so gentle, a contraction to his wild request.

“You want to invite another person into the bedroom?”

“Mhm.” Sunghoon ruts his hips into her ass and she grips the counter for stability. “Don’t you think that would be hot?”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

“Well…I haven’t.”

“Never?”

She shakes her head. “Never.”

“Hmm, well, I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.”

“What?”

“Yeah. It would be hot to fuck two people at the same time.” Sunghoon pulls her shorts down and pulls his sweatpants just low enough to make his hard dick spring free, where he spits on it until she hears him jacking off behind her.

“W-Where is this coming from? You’re not usually so forward.”

Sunghoon doesn’t tell her much about why he’s thinking about it. Maybe it’s the thought of making excuses to have sex with you with his girlfriend’s permission, or maybe Sunghoon wants her to know exactly how he likes to have sex. No more of that vanilla shit. He wants rough, creamy sex that leaves them both sweaty and spent.

His girlfriend gasps when he breaches her hole and pushes half of himself inside of her. Sunghoon holds onto the counter and starts to thrust in and out, and all his girlfriend can do is keep her legs open to welcome his cock.

“H-Hoon, you need a condom.”

“Shh.” He turns her jaw and kisses her lips. “Just enjoy it.” Sunghoon pushes the entirety of his dick inside of her until she jolts forward.

“I’m serious. Fuck.”

“Feels so good,” he moans. Her wetness splashes onto him and he fucks her faster, thrusting his hips right against her ass until she’s squeaking.

“Too much!” She moans.

“But so good, right? Think about how good the sex will be if we invite someone else.”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

Sunghoon moans. “Yeah, I do. You’ll like her.”

“Her?”

He pulls out when he cums and leaves her ass with his hot seed dripping before pushing it around with his tip.

His girlfriend relents to the threesome, eventually.

It’s a bit awkward when you come to his apartment on the night it goes down. His girlfriend looks like she’s uncomfortable with the fact that her boyfriend is letting another girl touch his body, but neither of them are paying much attention to anything but sex.

The three of you are in the spacious bedroom and Sunghoon can’t help but stare at you when you take off the dress you wore for tonight, revealing exquisite lingerie that barely hides your chest and pussy. His girlfriend feels a bit unprepared in her lacy short nightgown that once used to entice Sunghoon because of how her breasts spilled from the top. Has she worn this too much? Does Sunghoon not like this dress anymore?

It’s almost like Sunghoon is in his own little world when you push your tits together in front of him. His cock springs to life against his boxers and doesn’t shy away from his girlfriend’s touch when she pulls them down his legs. Your hands glide all over his sculpted body as she sinks to her knees and take him in his mouth, but it’s not enough.

It’s never enough. She’s too polite with it and never takes the risk of choking on his dick. He’s big and girthy, and he knows his girlfriend won’t ever indulge him when it comes to throat fucking. But she does her best and bobs her head halfway down his cock in an attempt to get Sunghoon to focus on her instead of watching you touch him. It barely works.

“Why don’t you kiss Sunghoon while I blow him.” You pull her off of his cock and she sits there, stunned at how a stranger could ever command her when in the presence of her boyfriend. She’s too shocked to fight back when you push her body aside to kneel in front of him and shove his cock inside of your mouth.

She looks up at Sunghoon for some kind of reassurance. He beckons her up from his knees and surges forward to kiss her while your mouth sucks on his balls as your hand strokes him, thumb swiping his sensitive slit. He loves that you pay attention to his sack and make a mess of him there. He loves your tight throat and the way you tease his too by gliding your tongue without pushing yourself too hard until you’re ready.

Sunghoon is lost in the feeling of your mouth and drools against his girlfriend’s mouth. It’s messy and drips onto her chest. She wipes it with her hand and focuses on the way he’s moaning directly into her, but a pang of jealousy echoes in her heart when he realizes he’s moaning because of you.

Too little too late to realize, though. Your head’s pushing and pulling away from his crotch at a rapid pace and he’s tipping his head back while grunting at the feeling of you choking on his fat dick. He’s moved his hands from his girlfriend’s waist to lock your head in place. Sunghoon parts his legs and thrusts deeply into your throat, letting the sounds of your loud gags ring through his ears as he chases his first orgasm.

“Stay still.” He says. “Relax your jaw and let me fuck you.”

His girlfriend pulls away, shocked with his command and the tone of his voice. She watches with tears nearly brimming in her eyes when he watches her boyfriend lose himself in your mouth and when he wipes the spit spilling out. Blowjobs with him are always sweet and sensual. They never look or sound like this.

“What a good girl.” Sunghoon mutters with his eyes closed shut. “I’m gonna cum.”

That’s your only warning. He pushes himself all the way to the back of your throat and cums deep, his hot seed making you choke with every breath you take. Your mascara is beautifully smudged. Sunghoon takes his thumb and wipes underneath your eyes with his cock still lodged in your throat.

He kisses you when you stand up and gropes your ass. The girlfriend stands a bit awkwardly to the side, pussy wet from seeing Sunghoon’s monster cock, but jealous that he’s kissing you like that. He’s barely touched her all evening. She has to pry a hand from your body for him to touch her.

Sunghoon pulls away from both you and her eventually to lay down on the bed with his cock still rock hard. It stands tall and he beckons you over his face with a sly grin that makes his girlfriend quirk an eyebrow, but he pays no mind when your pussy is right in front of his face.

When you take a seat, Sunghoon’s moan vibrates against your body. He’s gripping your ass and leaving indents in your skin while you moan and grab onto the headboard for stability. His tongue prods and thrusts inside of your wet entrance and precum erupts from his tip.

His girlfriend strokes him with her tiny hand delicately like it’s a foreign object to her now that she’s seen your throat on him. She thought she knew Sunghoon—they lost their virginity to each other—but he just let another woman suck him off. The thought of giving him a blowjob when he’s engrossed in you doesn’t sit well with her. Might as well reclaim her rightful spot and cum on his cock, right? She grabs a condom from the desk and puts it on him, experimentally touching his balls the way she watches you do it earlier.

She sinks down on him and uses his thighs as leverage, bouncing on his dick until he’s reaching her cervix. His girlfriend moans alongside the two of you and tries to ignore the painful scene of your pussy on top of his face as she chased her orgasm.

She clenches her pussy around him and fucks herself onto his cock. The rubber doesn’t feel as good now that she knows what it feels like to fuck without one. But she moans anyway because his cock is huge and her boyfriend’s body is sinful.

“Sunghoon.” She whimpers. When he doesn’t respond because he’s too focused on making you cum, she whimpers his name again, a sick feeling of ache and pleasure dwelling in her chest.

She rides him until she cums and stills her body as the shocks override her senses. His girlfriend holds onto him for stability as she finishes and carefully slides herself off of him, pulling the condom off and discarding it in the trash.

You come with a loud moan when she looks back and he’s grunting like a madman against you as you do. Back arched in ways she’s never been able to before, Sunghoon’s girlfriend walks back to the side of the bed as you get off of his body and as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Can’t wait to fuck you.” Sunghoon says shamelessly as he stares at your bare body once you’ve taken the bra off. He tugs on himself when you lay on your back and spread your legs, pushing his tip inside of you until his girlfriend’s hands pull him back.

“We agreed on using condoms.” She says, looking at Sunghoon like she’s pleading with him. He sighs and pulls out of you reluctantly before putting the rubber on himself. His girlfriend nods in satisfaction, but her body remains frozen when Sunghoon eagerly climbs back on top of you.

Your hole winks at him the more he stares at it and plunges right back into you.

“I needed this.” He groans as he sinks the entirety of his cock into you.

Sunghoon bends down and places his arms next to your head while he spreads his legs wider on the bed, knees digging into the mattress. His warm balls slap against your ass when he pulls himself back to thrust into you at a brutal pace that makes you feel like he’s trying to get you pregnant.

The skin slapping echoes in the room while you rush to wrap your arms around his muscular shoulders and claw your nails down his back. His girlfriend sits on the edge of the bed, naked. She watches as Sunghoon pounds his fat dick right into your pussy and feels a pang in her chest when he focuses all of his attention on fucking you.

He can feel your wetness splashing onto his abdomen the more he fucks you. Sunghoon’s purposely moving roughly in an attempt to break the stupid protection—it’s not like the two of you use it when you have sex anyway—but fears his girlfriend will end this before he can cum.

So he does. He fucks, and fucks, and fucks. Sunghoon groans like an animal when your tight walls clean around him like you’re trying to entrap him in your pussy forever. It’s so warm and wet, so slippery. You’d feel better if he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Get on your knees.” Sunghoon tells you, only for you to clamber into position when he pulls out. You hear him tugging on himself over the condom until he plunges back into you with one feet planted on the mattress while he has his other knee in the air.

“Yeahhh. What a nice fucking pussy.”

His balls push against your clit and spanks you in a way that makes a string of moans echo throughout the room. His girlfriend watches with a mixture of terror and intrigue. Why is Sunghoon never like this with her? What’s gotten into him that he’s barely paying attention to anything but you?

Sunghoon grips your body and slams himself into you, pulling you against him and pushing you away to chase his high. He looks like a king when he fucks like this. It makes her wish she was in your place.

Your body collapses onto the bed from his sheer force and Sunghoon keeps having sex with you like that even though you lay limp beneath him. Your hole accommodates his girthy size and he’s long given up on trying to break the condom when your pussy feels this good.

He moves you to your back once more and pushes his chest down to yours. Your tits squish against his pecs while he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his own hips slanging against your own.

“Hoon, stop.” His girlfriend says while she’s hesitantly putting her hand on his upper back in an attempt to remove him from you. “I-I don’t like this.”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He moans right with you when he feels you cream around him. The rubber is so slippery.

“Sunghoon…” she pleads.

He doesn’t listen. She watches like a pathetic voyeur and doesn’t have the strength to pull him back even though she tries her best to pull his body off of you. Sunghoon refuses to give up when he’s so close to cumming inside of you and tries to shrug off her attempts to stop him from fucking you even more.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“No, please…” his girlfriend whispers. “Sunghoon, please.”

“Taking this cock like a champ.” He mutters against your lips. “What a good girl, huh?”

“Fuck!” You moan.

“Here it comes, baby. Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. Take it. Fucking take it.”

Sunghoon pushes himself to the hilt and clenches his ass when he’s shooting his load right into the condom. His girlfriend watches you clamber to hold him tightly against your chest and as he closes his eyes shut and keeps his mouth wide open when he cums.

His girlfriend watches as he returns to your mouth to kiss you. Her heart shatters at the sight of him kissing another woman, but this is what she agreed to, right? Isn’t this normal?

“I’m gonna get us water.” She croaks. Sunghoon pulls away and out of you to look at her briefly.

“Good idea.”

He returns his attention to you and she gets up, dresses herself without panties and walks out of the room to fetch three glasses.

It isn’t until she hears you giggling that she peeks her head around the door and watches Sunghoon remove the condom. His cum drips down his cock while you sling your legs over his lap and sink down on him, his white cream spreading between the two of you.

She nearly chokes when Sunghoon’s hands grip your asscheeks and help you ride him like he’s done to her a million times before.

But she promises to get water, so that’s what she does.

[mooniitlovers]

Touch Me

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: You and Felix have been dating for a few months now, and you both haven't ventured beyond kissing. And one night, he asks you for something more.

a/n: I had to write one for him.

You and Felix have been dating for just over three months now, but honestly? You still can't stop staring at him like it's the first time. He’s downright mesmerizing - easily the most breathtaking person you've ever known.

Right now, you're curled up together on the couch, two half-drunk glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. The room hums with that golden, cozy kind of magic - part wine haze, part warm lighting. But also part Felix and the way he’s looking at you like he’s got very specific plans that don’t involve much talking. 

He’s mid-story, waving his hands dramatically about some dance practice mishap, and you’re laughing so hard, nudging his thigh with your socked foot. He’s sprawled out next to you, long legs draped over the cushions, his blonde hair done in a cute bun.

“You're a disaster,” You laugh, and he catches your foot, smirking, and tugs you closer until you’re sitting flush against him. 

“Says the girl who’s been eye-fucking me all night,” he fires back, voice low and playful. His hand lingers on your ankle, sliding up to your calf, and suddenly the air’s thicker.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up.

“I HAVE NOT. I’ve been… appreciating your storytelling skills.” You say, shivering a little as he drags his fingers along your skin. 

“Liar,” he murmurs, leaning in.

His lips brush yours, soft at first, wine-sweet and warm. You kiss him back, and it’s like flipping a damn switch, because the kiss deepens, all hungry and messy. Your tongues clash, and your hands find his shoulders while, his slide to your waist.

And before you know it, you’re straddling him, heart pounding erratically. 

“Hi,” he breathes against your mouth, grinning like a fool.

“Hi,” you echo, giggling. 

His hands roam up your back, tugging you closer, and you can feel him - hard and insistent against your thigh.

Ok, so you freeze. This is new territory. You’ve kissed plenty, sure, but this? This is the deep end. Felix pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and hooded.

“Touch me,” he says, voice rough but so damn soft, like he’s asking for a favor. 

You freeze - again. Your hands hover over his chest, fingers twitching like they’ve forgotten how to function.

“I…uh…what?”

“Touch. Me,” he repeats, slower, guiding your hand down his chest, past the buttons of his shirt, toward the waistband of his jeans. “You know you want to. I can see it in your cute panic-face.”

“I’m not panicking!” you squeak, totally panicking.

Your palm’s hovering over the situation in his pants, and it feels like you’re defusing a bomb. Except this bomb’s sexy and smirking at you.

“I just… I’ve never… I mean, we’re new, and I don’t wanna mess this up, and oh my god, what if I’m bad at it?” you stutter. 

He laughs, a deep, throaty sound.

“Babe, you could slap me now, and I’d still be into it. Just…here.”

He takes your hand, pressing it against the very obvious bulge in his pants. And holy hell, he’s hard. Like, really hard. You gasp, and he groans, head tipping back against the couch.

He looks so blissed out, you panic even more. 

“See?” he says, voice strained but teasing. “Not so scary. Just a very enthusiastic Felix junior saying hello.”

“Felix junior? Oh my God, you're ridiculous!” You snort, despite the worry and heat pooling in your gut.

“Only for you,” he quips, giving you a grin. “Now, c’mon, babe. You’re killing me here.”

You bite your lip, the nerves and longing waging a war in your chest. You do want to. God, you want to, so bad. But your hand’s still just… sitting there, like it has lost its function.

He shifts under you, hips rocking up slightly, and you feel him twitch through the denim of his jeans. Your heart literally stops. 

“Okay, seriously,” he says, a little edge creeping into his tone. 

He grabs your wrist, eyes locking with yours, and there’s this wild, desperate glint in them that’s somehow still sweet.

“Are you gonna make me beg? Because I will. I’ll get on my knees if you want. Write you a song even. ‘The Fingers That Won’t Touch My Dick’.”

You burst out laughing, the tension snapping. “Lixie! Are you for real?!”

“Very real and very horny!” he shoots back, grinning despite his frustration. “C’mon, babe. I’m begging here.”

Something about his dramatic plea does it. You fumble with his zipper, clumsy and giggling, and he lets out this exaggerated, “Oh thank GOD,” that makes you laugh harder. 

When you finally touch him, he moans. He is so velvety and hot under your fingers, and you see his head lolling back again.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes as your fingers wrap around him and he’s putty in your hands. Literally and figuratively - hips bucking, little gasps and whimpers spilling from his lips. He looks at you, all starry-eyed and wrecked, making your heart do a somersault.

“You’re perfect. Knew you’d be.” he praises.

“I’m winging it,” you admit, stroking him nervously, and he laughs, a bright, giddy sound that’s so him, even in the middle of this.

“Wing it harder,” he says, grinning, but there’s a strain in his tone now. His hand covers yours, guiding you, and when you don’t speed up, he whines - whines - and fixes you with those big, pleading eyes.

“Don't be so cruel!” He wails, making it sound as pathetic as possible, and that's all it takes. You give in, wrapping your fingers around him properly, stroking with a little more purpose. And the way he melts - groaning your name, hands gripping your thighs is simply the hottest yet most adorable thing ever.

“There you go,” he mumbles, voice wrecked.

You run your thumb over the soft pink head, tracing over the little slit and he whimpers, bucking his hips into your hand desperately. And it's quiet except for his moans and whines, and the sound of you moving your hand up and down his length.

He kisses again, sloppy and sweet, moaning into your mouth like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s messy and so damn romantic, and you bite his bottom lip a little too harshly, and that's what it took for him to fall apart, whimpering your name like it’s a prayer. 

You grin as he pants, and he pulls you close, sweaty and grinning, pressing lazy kisses to your jaw.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, voice all warm and gooey. “I’m keeping you forever.”

“You’re a dork,” you say, but you’re glowing, warm and giddy in his arms. "But I'd love that."

“I love you,” he says, softly, and you whisper it back against his lips, making him chuckle.

“Now, your turn, or are we ordering food first?”

You shove a pillow in his face, both of you dissolving into laughter. (You definitely don't order food first.) 

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Too Far | Breaking Boundaries

In other words: What happens when he crosses a line.

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ICE ! ☆ 박종성

"pull up, she been purring like a kitten preyin' your love. i've been counting on the days you been gone a little too long..."

ice - kelly rowland

devine masculine energy with jay ! ⋆.˚✮

c/w: accidental daddy kink. smut near the end. dominant jay but in a good way

you never thought you'd be into the whole 'daddy' thing until you met jay.

not because he likes it or because he asked you to, but because of who he is.

he's such an 'i got it' guy.

☆ you were at the register of your favorite café, fumbling through your purse to get your wallet. before you could find it, he's already behind you, tapping his card in silence like that's what he was made to do. "next time, just tell me baby, i'll handle it."

or

☆ you're overwhelmed. tired. baby crying. dishes pilled up. when he comes home, he sees how distressed you are and wordlessly takes over, putting on his dish washing gloves. "go lay down. i got it." he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

before you know it, a quiet "thank you, daddy." falls from your lips.

—✩ ₊˚

he just really loves taking care of you. it makes him happy when his girl is happy.

☆ you lay in bed, half-asleep and groggy, when he comes back from running errands. he has sweats and hoodie on, yet still looking yummy as ever.

"hey, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. "i got the cereal you asked for, by the way." he tells you as he takes his sweater off.

"jay ... you didn't have to go grocery shopping for me babe, i had it." you say as you open your arms for him to crawl back into bed.

"of course you had it, but then what am i here for!"

or

☆ you mentioned a meal you were craving a few days ago. you forgot about it, jay didn't.

you come home from work to the smell of food and soft rock playing. you see your husband with a 'kiss the cook' apron on, focused on setting the table.

"i just wanted you to come home to something good."

when you tell him he didn't have to, he rebuttals saying that he "wanted to."

—✩ ₊˚

leadership, without control. he would never force you or make you do anything. you're an adult. but the way he speaks to you ... makes you want to obey.

☆ he never raises his voice. and he'd most definitely never lay a harmful finger on you. but one glance and a "come here" has you moving before your brain could process. he doesn't say anything that doesn't have to be said. a simple "try that again" and you're apologizing with your eyes.

—✩ ₊˚

he does know that you're human and will get moody or even angry with him at times. that's okay, you don't have to be soft with him all the time.

☆ you had a bit of an attitude, and you admit, you don't even remember what about, but you had one.

jay sits on the bed watching you huff around the room, purposely slamming a drawer extra hard. "you done, baby?"

you shoot him a glare, one that would probably kill anyone else, but not him. he moves from his spot on the bed, stepping closer to you, eyes still soft as ever. "get it out your system, i'll be here when you're done." you can't deny the way your heart softens.

or

☆ you really are mad at him, which leads you to giving him the cold shoulder all night.

"i'm sorry for what I did love, but can you at least talk to me so I can fix it?" he says, sitting across from you on the couch.

you remain silent, pretending to be locked in on your book.

"okay, be mad. when you want to talk, just let me know."

—✩ ₊˚ smut ahead

in the sheets, he never asks you to say it. you just do. he's not performative, he's just doing you in that good.

☆ you're underneath him, barely holding on. his strokes deep and slow, like he knows every nerve inside of you personally. (he basically does.)

"look at me, baby." and you do, or at least try your best with the way he's hitting it. he's so calm, not rushed, completely focused on pleasuring you like it's his purpose.

his rhythm is unforgivingly perfect, causing your head to tilt back as your back arches.

he grabs your chin, not to control you, but to anchor you. "don't hide from me. you feel that? you feel me right there?" he says, tilting his hips just right.

"fuck, yes daddy .." it slips out . not intentional, not to exaggerate like pornstars do, but because it feels right.

his breath catches, once like it does every time, but he doesn't stop. he smiles before leaning in. "that's what i thought."

after that, he doubles down, not going any rougher, but deeper, slower, more possessive, like he's claiming a spot inside of you. like he's reminding you that you're safe, and you don't need to think, just feel.

—✩ ₊˚

of course, aftercare is A1.

☆ you lay there, breatheless, limbs feeling like noodles. but jay is not in a rush. "you okay?" he asks, voice hoarse, the kind of voice that let's you know he felt it too.

"you did so good, so sweet for me."

he gets up, still within the eye's view as he grabs you a warm towel and bottle out of the mini fridge. "c'mere, i got you." there it is again.

when you fall asleep in his arms, jay doesn't move, not even when his arms go numb. it's worth it.

—✩ ₊˚

jay wears the title of being "your man" with pride. he loves being yours, as much as he loves you being his.

☆ he sits on the couch, scrolling on his phone as you talk on the phone with your sister.

"yea, my man took me there once. it was so fancy, the food is good too!" jay looks up from his phone, suddenly interested in your conversation. when you hang up he scoots closer to you.

"say it again."

"huh?"

"call me that again. your man."

you do, over and over again, until he's dragging you to the bedroom. because jay is your man, who doesn't just want to love you, but wants the world to know he's the only man who gets to.

a/n: ive been thinking this 4ever ive never been into the whole daddy kink thing but sumn abt jay mane IF I CATCH HIM ITS ON. also I SWEAR IM FINISHIN Y'ALL REQUESTS.

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Silence | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Angst , Smut

ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI ,dirty talk, swearing, Fingering, oral f reciving, begging

ᑉ³Authors Note; 1k event Commisson giveaway winner @chrizzztopherbang (sorry it took so long :((( )

The restaurant was bustling, filled with the chatter of people enjoying their Friday night.

But at your table, a tense silence hung in the air.

Your parents sat across from you, glancing at the door every few minutes, waiting for the man they’d heard so much about. But as the minutes ticked by, Chan’s absence became glaring

Your stomach churned with anxiety, but you kept a smile on your face, holding onto the thin hope that maybe he was just running late. He had to be coming—this was the night you were finally introducing him to your parents, the people who mattered most to you.

Your phone sat face-up on the table, dark and motionless. No missed calls. No texts.

Not even a simple message to say he wasn’t coming.

You checked your phone again, the light of the screen glaringly bright in the dim restaurant. Nothing. He hadn’t reached out. No explanation. No apology. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, trying to keep the disappointment from showing on your face.

Your mom glanced at her watch, then back at you with a sympathetic smile. “Honey, maybe he got caught up in traffic or something. We can wait a bit longer.”

Your dad, on the other hand, wasn’t as forgiving. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his face a mask of thinly veiled frustration. “It’s been nearly an hour. If he can’t even make it to dinner with your parents, what does that say about him?”

You opened your mouth to defend him but stopped. You couldn’t deny that this wasn’t just an isolated event. Over the past few weeks, Chan had been slipping—forgetting dates, canceling plans last minute, or worse, just not showing up. But tonight, of all nights, was different. He knew how important this was to you. To both of you.

And he still wasn’t here.

It felt like a punch to the gut. You’d been nervous about tonight for weeks, planning every detail in your head. Your parents had flown in just for this. And Chan, the man you’d been dating for months, wasn’t even here

“Maybe something came up…” you offered weakly, though the words felt hollow, even to you.

Your dad sighed, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, a man who cares about you doesn’t let ‘something’ come up on a night like this. He makes time.”

The words stung because deep down, you knew he was right. You’d been making excuses for Chan for weeks, convincing yourself that his work, his schedule, was just overwhelming, and that it wasn’t personal. But this? This felt personal.

Your mom reached across the table, squeezing your hand gently. “We don’t have to stay, you know. We can reschedule, or…”

The thought of leaving without even hearing from him made your stomach drop. You wanted to brush it off, pretend like it didn’t matter, but it did. You wanted your parents to see the man you loved, to understand why you were so devoted to him. But right now, even you were struggling to remember that reason.

The waiter approached, a polite smile on his face. “Are we ready to order, or should I give you a few more minutes?”

You hesitated, glancing at the empty seat beside you, before shaking your head. “No, I think we’re ready.”

The rest of dinner was strained, your parents trying to keep up light conversation, but the tension in the air was undeniable. Every few minutes, your eyes drifted to your phone, but it remained painfully silent.

No word from Chan. No explanation.

By the time you made it back home, the weight of the evening settled heavily on your shoulders. Your parents had been kind—understanding, even—but their disappointment lingered. You could feel it in the hug your mom gave you before she left, the look your dad gave you as he told you to "think about what you deserve."

And he was right. You deserved better than this.

When you finally walked into your apartment, the quiet was suffocating. You dropped your bag on the couch, sitting down with a heavy sigh, staring at the blank screen of your phone once more. A million thoughts raced through your head—maybe something had happened, maybe there was a reason he couldn’t make it, maybe—

Your phone lit up, and your heart leapt for a split second. But it wasn’t Chan. It was a notification from some random app, and the disappointment hit you like a wave.

You leaned back against the couch, the realization sinking in. He hadn’t forgotten tonight. He’d just… not shown up. And the worst part was, he hadn’t even bothered to tell you.

There was no last-minute excuse, no frantic apology, no explanation. He had simply left you waiting.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, staring at nothing, feeling the weight of it all. But eventually, the front door opened, and Chan walked in, looking exhausted but casual, as if it were any other night. He saw you on the couch and smiled, dropping his keys onto the table.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Long day at the studio,” he said, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t even look guilty.

You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. “Late? You didn’t even come.”

Chan frowned, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m here now.”

“You didn’t come to dinner,” you said, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and sadness. “I waited for you. My parents waited for you.”

It was as if the weight of what you were saying finally hit him. His eyes widened, realization dawning. “Shit, wait—dinner. That was tonight?”

You stood up, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah, it was tonight. The dinner where you were supposed to meet my parents for the first time. The dinner we planned weeks ago. And you didn’t show up.”

His face paled, guilt creeping in, but it wasn’t enough. Not this time. You had waited, excused, and forgiven too many times before.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to—” Chan started, but you cut him off.

“No, Chan. You didn’t even tell me you weren’t coming. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. You left me sitting there, waiting, with no idea where you were.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being the one who waits.”

Chan’s expression crumbled as he stepped forward, but you took a step back. “Please, I’ll make it right. I swear—”

But you’d heard it all before. And this time, it wasn’t enough.

The silence that followed your words was thick, suffocating. Chan stared at you, his face twisted in guilt, but it wasn’t enough this time. Nothing he could say would make up for the way you felt tonight—alone, forgotten, like an afterthought.

"I said I’m sorry, okay?" His voice was low, almost pleading. But the apology felt like it was more for his own peace of mind than for you.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. "Sorry? That’s all you have to say? You didn’t even care enough to send me a text, Chan! You didn’t care enough to let me know you weren’t coming to meet my parents!"

“I do care—” he started, but you cut him off, voice trembling with the frustration and hurt you’d been bottling up for weeks.

“Do you? Do you really? Because it feels like I’m the only one putting any effort into this relationship!” The words spilled out before you could stop them, years of unsaid feelings finally surfacing. “I’ve been bending over backwards for you, making excuses for you, and for what? For you to just forget about me over and over again?”

Chan’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with anger, but he kept his voice calm. “It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose. I’m trying to juggle everything—the studio, the group, the deadlines—it’s not easy.”

“Don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty for that.” Your voice cracked, and you took a step toward him, fists clenched. “I’ve been patient. I’ve understood every time you’ve had to cancel plans, every time you’ve been late because of work. But this was important, Chan! You were supposed to meet my parents! You were supposed to be there for me for once!”

He flinched, as if your words physically hurt him, but he still tried to defend himself. “I know it was important, but I can’t always be everywhere at once. I’m doing my best, and sometimes things slip through the cracks.”

You stared at him, feeling a bitter mix of anger and heartbreak. “I shouldn’t have to feel like I’m slipping through the cracks in your life.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Chan’s face softened as he realized how deeply he had hurt you. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it was too late. The damage was done.

You turned away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill. “I need space, Chan. I need to think.”

“Wait,” he said, stepping forward, his voice desperate now. “Don’t shut me out. Please, we can talk about this.”

You shook your head, your voice cold and distant. “There’s nothing to talk about right now. I just… I need time.”

Without another word, you walked past him, retreating into your bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the living room, guilt and frustration etched across his face.

The next few days were a blur of silence. You avoided Chan’s calls, ignored his texts, and when you saw him, you barely acknowledged his presence. The silent treatment weighed heavily on both of you, but you weren’t ready to face him. Not yet. The sting of being let down, again and again, was too fresh.

At first, Chan tried to give you space, respecting your need for time to process. But as the days went on, he began to grow more desperate. The messages started coming more frequently—apologies, explanations, everything he could think of to get through to you. But you remained silent.

One night, you were sitting in your living room, laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, when you heard a knock at your door. You didn’t respond, hoping he’d go away, but then the door opened slowly, and Chan stepped inside.

He looked exhausted, his usual confidence replaced by an unmistakable vulnerability. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before finally sitting down at the edge of your bed.

“I know you’re mad,” he started, his voice low and hesitant. “And you have every right to be.”

You didn’t say anything, keeping your eyes glued to your phone. But the tension in the room was thick, and you could feel him watching you, waiting for some kind of response.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I messed up. I know I did. And I can’t stand that I hurt you like this. I’ve been trying to fix it, but I don’t even know where to start anymore.”

Still, you said nothing, but your heart ached at the sadness in his voice. You wanted to forgive him, to let it go, but a part of you needed him to understand just how deeply his actions had hurt you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like you don’t matter. Because you do. You’re the most important person in my life, and I hate that I’ve made you feel otherwise.”

You glanced up at him, and the sight of him—his eyes red, his face etched with regret—made something inside you soften. But you weren’t ready to give in just yet.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” you said quietly, finally breaking your silence. “I can’t keep waiting for you to show up, wondering if I’m ever going to be enough to make you prioritize me.”

Chan’s eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. “You are enough. You’re more than enough. I’ve just been so caught up in everything that I lost sight of what’s really important.”

He reached out, taking your hand gently, and for the first time in days, you didn’t pull away.

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’ve been an idiot. I know I’ve let you down more times than I can count, but I’m begging you… please don’t give up on us.”

Tears stung your eyes as you looked at him, the vulnerability in his expression breaking down the last of your defenses. You could see how much he meant every word, how deeply he regretted the pain he’d caused you.

“I don’t want to give up on us either,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But something has to change, Chan. I need to know that I can rely on you, that I matter.”

“You do,” he said quickly, his grip on your hand tightening. “I swear, things will be different. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be better. For you. For us.”

Before you could respond, Chan sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. The raw vulnerability in his expression made your heart ache. “Please,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know I’ve let you down. I know I’ve been a mess. But I’m begging you, please don’t give up on us. I need you. I’ll do anything to make this right. Just give me a chance.”

You stared at him, shocked by his sudden desperation. The image of him on his knees, pleading with you, was almost too much to bear. The hurt was still fresh, and though his words and actions were sincere, you struggled with the weight of what he’d done.

You looked down at Chan, kneeling before you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and desperation. His plea hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises and fear. You could see how much he wanted to make things right, but the pain and disappointment you felt were still raw and unsettling.

“I don’t know, Chan,” you said finally, your voice wavering. “I want to believe that things will be different, but I’m not sure if I can just forgive and forget. You’ve let me down so many times. How can I be sure this time will be any different?”

Chan’s face fell, and he lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping. “I understand if you’re not ready to forgive me. I really do. But please, just give me a chance to prove it to you. I know I’ve been a fool, and I’m sorry. I’ll work every day to show you that I’m worth your trust.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and earnest. You wanted to believe him, wanted to reach out and pull him up from his knees, but the scars of past disappointments were still fresh. You needed to see more than words. You needed to know that the change he promised was real and lasting.

Before you could voice your doubts, Chan moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze was disarming, and you felt your resolve waver as he closed the distance between you. He reached out gently, cupping your face with his hands, his touch warm and tender.

As he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours, you felt a surge of emotion that you couldn’t ignore. You wanted to push him away, to maintain your boundaries, but the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes made it hard to resist. When his lips brushed against yours, it was soft and hesitant, a plea for forgiveness more profound than words could convey.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but then you found yourself responding, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both passionate and desperate. The connection was electric, and for a brief, fleeting moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist.

Chan’s kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he seemed to pour all his remorse and longing into that single, heartfelt kiss. It was as if he was trying to erase the distance that had grown between you, to bridge the gap left by all the unfulfilled promises.

You leaned back, pulling him with you, your body arching into his touch as his hands trailed over your skin. The sensation was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the moment, all rational thought fading away. You needed this, needed him.

His hands continued to trail, and one made its way to your clothed heat.

Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through the fabric, a delicious friction building.

"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.

"I need you, Y/N," he mumbled, his lips grazing your neck.

The battle raged on around you. Your body ached for him, for his touch, his kisses. As his fingers slipped underneath your panties, the warmth of his skin against yours, you felt your resolve crumble.

You wanted him, needed him, despite all the hurt and disappointment he had caused. In that moment, none of it mattered. All you could focus on was the way he made you feel.

Chan's eyes were dark with lust as his fingers slipped between your wet folds, the pressure of his thumb on your clit making your breath catch in your throat.

"God, Y/N, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. " I missed this.."

As he continued his teasing, you could feel yourself giving in, the pleasure clouding your judgment. Your hips rocked against his hand, seeking more, and a moan escaped your lips as he slid a finger inside of you.

"You like that?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice shaky.

The feeling of his fingers inside you, curling up just the way you liked, was almost too much to bear. His palm pressed against your clit, the heat and pressure driving you wild, his other hand beginning to slip your clothes off.

Your mind raced, conflicting thoughts tugging at you. Part of you wanted to stop this, to keep your walls up and protect yourself. But another part of you needed this, needed him, more than anything.

"I want to taste you.... To apologize with my tounge in places my words couldnt reach," he whispered against your ear

Chan's voice was thick with desire, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at you. Your mind was spinning, but all you could focus on was how good it felt.

As he sank to his deeper into his knees in front of you, his face inches from your heat, you knew there was no going back. His breath was hot against your skin as he leaned in, and the feeling of his tongue against your folds was enough to make you moan.

Chan was relentless, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your most intimate parts was intoxicating, and you could feel the pleasure building inside of you, a delicious heat spreading through your body.

"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured, his voice muffled against you. "You taste so good."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a moan as he teased your entrance with his tongue.

"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice shaky.

You could feel the pressure building inside of you, your muscles tensing as his tongue lapped at your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself losing control. Your hips bucked against his mouth, and you dug your fingers into his hair, holding him against you.

"Don't stop," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without a thought.

You were teetering on the edge, your body aching for release but he wasnt gonna let it end there.

He was apologizing right?

You could feel it coming, the sweet relief just out of reach. You needed more, needed him deeper.

"Please," you moaned, the sound desperate and needy.

Chan responded immediately, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your clit. He was relentless, his pace increasing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your muscles tightened, and the pressure inside you was almost too much to bear.

Then, suddenly, everything went white. You cried out, your body shuddering as the orgasm crashed through you. Your vision blurred, and all you could feel was the intense, pulsing pleasure coursing through your veins.

As you came down from the high, your breath ragged and your heart racing, you could feel the tension in the room.

But that wasnt the end for Chan

He continued to eat you out, wanting to give you another one.

You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, but Chan's hands held you in place, his tongue tracing patterns across your clit. The sensations were too much, and you could feel yourself quickly building toward another release.

"C-Chan," you whimpered, your voice shaky.

"Let go, baby," he whispered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Come for me again."

As his fingers curled inside you, and as he found that perfect spot, you knew you were done for. Your muscles tensed, and the pressure inside you threatened to burst.

"P-Please" You say without thinking, the pleasure taking over any rational thoughts.

"Oh no, no... this is my apology to you, baby. Im going to make you cum until i'm forgiven"

And then, with one final, torturous swipe of his tongue, you were gone.

Over and Over and Over again, until you could no longer remember why you were even mad at him in the first place.

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Seokjin is hopelessly in love with his wife, and nights like this—messy, breathless, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Seokjin x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.3k

Warnings! FLUFF! pure fluff, established relationship, husband!Seokjin, playful flour fight, suggestive touching, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There are a lot of things you expected from marriage—laundry piles, late-night kisses, joint grocery shopping—but somehow, standing in your kitchen at 12:47 AM with flour in your bra was not on the list.

“Yah! You started it!” you squeal, ducking behind the island as Jin launches another handful of flour into the air.

He’s laughing so hard he’s bent over, hands on his knees, shoulders shaking. “You threw it first, baby! I’m just paying you back!”

You peek over the counter, grinning, hair a wild halo around your head. Your curls are dusted white at the tips, like someone went crazy with powdered sugar. You’re wearing one of his old shirts and panties, barefoot and flushed with heat and laughter.

He’s ridiculous. Tall and broad and handsome, even with flour smudged on his cheek, his dark hair messy from running his hands through it. His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you—that genuine, boyish smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

“You’re evil,” you accuse, trying to swipe flour off your arms. It just smears worse. “Look what you did to me!”

Jin saunters around the counter, wiggling his eyebrows. “I dunno, baby. I think you look pretty cute like this.”

He reaches for you, but you stick your tongue out at him, peeking just in time to catch his eye. He grins wickedly at you, and you know exactly what that look means.

You squeal again, turning to run, but he’s faster—always faster. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, catching you mid-sprint. You yelp, kicking your feet as he spins you around effortlessly. The kitchen spins, and then he’s setting you down.

He dips his head, grinning like a devil. “Got you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and smug.

You’re laughing too hard to fight him off, hands clumsily gripping his forearms. He’s all warm muscle and strength, and you’re no match for him. He walks you backward until your hips bump the counter, trapping you between the cold marble and his warm, solid chest.

The world tilts. The air shifts.

It gets quiet.

His hands stay at your waist, but his grip softens, thumbs stroking little circles into your sides. Your breathing slows, chests brushing with every inhale. Your curls tickle his chin, and you can feel his heart thudding against your back.

You glance up at him, tilting your head. There’s flour in your hair, and your eyes are sparkling, and Seokjin thinks he’s seeing heaven in human form.

He leans forward, and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he stops a breath away. His breath ghosts over your lip, dark eyes soft and fond as he watches you, flour streaked across your face.

You lick your lips. His eyes dip to them, and he swallows hard.

“Hi,” you whisper, a little breathless.

His grin softens into something sweeter. "Hi."

Then, without another word, he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing at all.

You gasp, hands gripping the edge for balance, but he steps between your knees before you can protest. His hands slide up your thighs, warm and sure, and he leans in again to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You drive me crazy,” he says, voice low and fond, and you can’t help but smile. His hands are warm and gentle on your thighs, and your knees brush his sides.

“You like it,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah,” he says, nuzzling your throat. “I really, really do.”

He presses a soft kiss to your jaw, and then another one, and another. You tilt your head back, letting him work, eyes fluttering shut as his lips brush your skin. His touch is so gentle you almost shiver.

“Jin,” you murmur, and his name is enough.

Before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you.

It starts slow—soft, teasing, mouths brushing like the idea of a kiss. But then you tug him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he groans into your mouth, deepening it. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing like he can’t get enough of you.

He tastes like chocolate. He smells like flour and vanilla and the faint, woodsy cologne you gave him for Christmas last year. You run your fingers through his hair and tug him closer, kissing him slow and sweet.

His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and you nudge your knees wider, letting him sink closer to you. The counter is cold at your thighs, but Seokjin is warm and solid against you.

You feel him smiling into the kiss, and you smile too, brushing your nose against his. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and then you’re kissing again, slow and sweet. You hum against him, tangling your fingers in his hair, feeling the way he presses into you. His tongue brushes against yours, hot and lazy, like he’s savoring you.

When he shifts his hips forward, you feel it—hard and hot against your inner thigh. You gasp against his mouth, but he just hums, nipping your bottom lip gently. He does it again, this time with more pressure, and a moan slips out of you before you can stop it.

He groans in response, hips jerking against yours. You feel him hard and heavy between your thighs, and you whine into his mouth, shifting closer.

“Bedroom?” he asks, pulling back enough to look at you.

“Fuck yes,” you say immediately, and Jin’s eyes darken.

He kisses you again—hard and fast and filthy, just how you like it. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you cling to him, kissing him back just as desperately. He groans, low and desperate, and lifts you off the counter with one smooth motion. You squeal, arms looping around his neck as he bounces you once, twice—carrying you like it's the easiest thing in the world.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he says, grinning against your temple.

You giggle, dizzy and in love and a little breathless, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re covered in flour,” you tease, laughing as you rub the smudge on his cheek with your thumb.

“You’re worse,” he counters, nipping at your jaw.

You’re still laughing when he kicks the bedroom door open with his foot, depositing you onto the bed with a playful growl. The mattress bounces under you, and you yelp, sprawled out and grinning up at him.

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him, revealing warm golden skin and the toned muscles you can never stop staring at.

“You’re staring,” he teases, crawling onto the bed toward you.

“Can you blame me?” you shoot back, smirking.

He grabs your ankle, dragging you closer with a wicked glint in his eye. “mine,” he growls playfully, kissing your knee, your thigh, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

Your breath catches, your hands finding his hair again as he moves higher, lips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Jin,” you whimper, hips lifting instinctively.

He looks up at you from under his lashes, eyes dark and heavy with want.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough.

And he does. He always has.

Marriage isn't perfect. There were laundry piles, and grocery lists, and nights where you argued about stupid things like who left the milk out. But there were also nights like this—where love fills every crack in the walls, every heartbeat, every breath.

Where you loved each other so much, it was dizzying.

And God, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You pull him up to you, mouths crashing together again, hands roaming, bodies desperate to be closer, closer, closer. He grinds into you, hard and aching, and you moan into his mouth, tugging him down so your bodies press perfectly together.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants against your lips, voice shaking.

“I love you,” you whisper without hesitation, cradling his face in your hands.

His eyes soften—sweet, vulnerable Jin. Your Jin. He kisses you again, pouring every ounce of love he has into it, into you.

And somewhere between the giggles, the flour, and the kisses, you realize—

Midnight baking disasters might just be your new favorite thing.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

[mooniitlovers]

are you?

rating: explicit

members: sunghoon, heeseung

notes/warnings: fem!reader, smoking, INFIDELITY, bf!heeseung, reader cheats on heeseung, rivalry between sunghoon and heeseung, university setting, dirty talk, protected sex, public sex, car sex, once again: THERE IS CHEATING IN THIS STORY

a/n: please know that i do not condone cheating irl. this is merely an exercise on writing and a test of my skills when depicting themes like this. got the idea from this tiktok.

read part 2 here

lee heeseung is the perfect boyfriend.

tall, handsome, highly athletic, a phenomenal singer and dancer, oozing charisma with every step he takes, every perfect smile he sends your way, every discreet-but-not-really shift of his hands over the slope of your ass.

you, quiet and often unassuming, couldn't have asked for someone better. not that you wanted to, because you know in your heart of hearts that lee heeseung is as best as you can do.

the way you got together was a serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

you were loitering right outside the gates of your university, huddled closely with your friends, identical cigarettes hanging between your fingers or puckered in between perfectly glossed lips. a couple of you preferred the artificial, flavored alternatives, but it was nicotine all the same.

"sorry ladies, i hate to do this, but can any of you lend me a lighter?"

you turned and it was like a cliche scene in some romcom. hands shoved in his uniform slacks, the infamous engineering polo hanging off his broad frame, heeseung eyed you with some mix of boyish charm and adorable bashfulness.

it took you a second to realize that you were the one holding the neon pink lighter, having forgotten who it really belonged to. it was communal among your friends at this point.

you, in a split-second decision probably fueled by some kind of girlish giddiness at his handsome looks, held the lighter up and flicked it on.

heeseung chuckled, pulling a box of reds out of his pocket. slipping a cigarette between his lips, he bent down to your level, aligning the end with the tiny flame emitted by the lighter.

"thanks," heeseung said after the end of his cigarette lit up, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. he straightened up, sending you a wink.

your friends were watching this exchange with heightened curiosity, eyebrows raised and mouths curling in amused smiles.

heeseung made a move as if to turn, but stopped short, bringing his attention back to you.

"hey, aren't you jay's friend from high school?" heeseung asked, jerking his head towards the direction of his friends.

you followed the direction of where he vaguely gestured, and sure enough, jay, indeed an old friend from high school, and some other guys were watching you from the other end of the large gate leading to the inside of your university.

you waved at jay and he enthusiastically waved back once he determined who you were.

"________, right?" heeseung had continued to ask, grinning down at you.

"yeah," you confirmed. "sorry, what was your name?"

"heeseung," he replied, holding his hand out to you.

a handshake, exchanged instagrams, about three dates, and two months later, you had the honor of calling yourself lee heeseung's girlfriend.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

especially now that he has his hands running up and down your sides, your back pressed firmly against his front, the music blaring loud in both of your ears.

the party was his idea, obviously, but you wouldn't say no to a night of drinking and dancing with heeseung.

"you look gorgeous," heeseung whispers lowly in your ear. as if to emphasize his point, he places a kiss right behind your ear.

"look at all of these people ogling at you," heeseung adds, chuckling.

"oh please, they're looking at you," you reply. you catch a girl in a sparkly top giving your boyfriend a totally obvious once-over.

heeseung turns you around to face him, hips swaying along to the music. you match his movements, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"only because i'm with the most beautiful girl in here," heeseung counters back, making a move to kiss you on the lips.

you kiss back, feeling his arms tighten around you. you giggle against his mouth.

"slow down there, tiger," you tease as you pull away. "should i get us more drinks?"

heeseung's lips pull up in a smirk. he leans in to kiss you again, briefly this time.

"sure, princess. just rum and coke for me."

you nod, wriggling free from heeseung's grasp. you make your way to the bar, but not before heeseung lands a quick slap to your ass.

you lean over the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender to notice you. you quickly rattle off your orders once he does, and you have time to perch yourself on one of the barstools while you wait.

you survey the club before you. most of the patrons are university-age, just like you, with a good chunk of actual students from your own institution.

you feel somebody slide into the seat next to yours and you spare them an absentminded glance. you do a double take when you realize he was beaming at you.

"are you alone?" the stranger asks. you cautiously shift away from him, though, you would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive.

you remind yourself that even serial killers can look like greek gods.

"no, i'm with my friends," you explain, waving a hand towards the general direction of your table.

"i'm just getting drinks," you continue.

the stranger nods, studying your face. "cool. i'm sunghoon."

he reaches a hand out to you and you stifle a smile.

"________," you return, grasping his hand in yours. his skin was soft, but the grip he has is as manly as it gets.

"wanna dance while you wait for your drinks?" sunghoon asks, leaning in closer. you can smell his perfume now, and you can just make out the moles adorning his face. he has an insanely high-angled nose, too.

"sure," you answer, a grin spreading across your face. you look over sunghoon's shoulder and you have to stop yourself from laughing.

heeseung had sidled up behind sunghoon, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"you have to ask my boyfriend, though," you continue, motioning with your chin towards heeseung. a master of timing as always, heeseung walks over to you and drapes an arm around your shoulder.

"ask me, what, park?" heeseung questions, raising an eyebrow at sunghoon.

you look up at heeseung in surprise, not expecting him to actually know sunghoon.

sunghoon deflects from the question. "didn't expect to see you here, hyung."

heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

"i could say the same for you," heeseung says in something akin to a sneer. "finally pulled the stick out your ass enough to have fun?"

sunghoon rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. he locks eyes with you and smiles.

"nice meeting you, ________."

without another word, sunghoon stalks off into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"what was that about? you know him?" you interrogate heeseung, slipping your fingers between his.

heeseung snickers before leaning down to kiss your temple.

"just some asshole from one of my classes," heeseung explains. "completely insufferable."

you decide not to press on the matter further, and to your relief, the bartender returns, sliding your drinks towards you.

heeseung picks up his drink and downs half of it. the uneasy clenching in his jaw doesn't go unnoticed by you.

---

one thing you've learned about heeseung is that he loves attention. whether he's aware of this or not is unknown to you.

not that it's a bad thing, but you speculate that with a face like that and a multitude of talents, heeseung just grew accustomed to being poured with attention and compliments.

you didn't mind it, or at least you tried not to mind it. stopping every few paces when you're walking across campus with heeseung because he ran into someone he knew is one thing, the overflowing comments on his social media posts are fine, but even you're not above admitting that the plethora of girls that dote on your boyfriend don't give your skin an uncomfortable prickle.

you don't say anything because you should be thankful that your boyfriend is major hot stuff at your uni, but it's the way he responds so enthusiastically to girls gushing over him that irks you.

but you're afraid of shattering the perfect trajectory your relationship. you convince yourself that it's just some underlying insecurity you have and you can get over it. you tell yourself that you're okay with not bringing it up with heeseung.

because you love him and you're sure he doesn't mean it.

bball practice is gonna run late tonight. don't wait up k baby?

the text from heeeung pings on your screen and you hurriedly type out an affirming reply.

you flip your phone face down on the table, pulling your tablet closer to you, eyes refocusing on the notes displayed across the screen. you're kind of glad that heeseung was busy because you really needed to hunker down and study for a major test tomorrow.

that's how you found yourself cooped up in the library, in the very back section where few students care enough to venture, to ensure the least amount of distraction for you.

there's about three other students within your immediate vicinity but a blur of movement alerts you that a fourth person is about to join you. you look up from your notes and you nearly gasp when you realize who it is.

he hasn't noticed you yet, eyes too focused on picking the perfect desk for him to settle into, but you know without a shadow of a doubt that sunghoon is the one making his way toward your side of the library.

your eyes finally meet him and for a second, neither of you makes a move, just staring blankly at each other. but then sunghoon brings a hand up and waves, smiling handsomely at you.

you wave back politely and for some reason, sunghoon takes this as an invitation to seat himself at the desk directly to your left.

"mind if i sit here?" sunghoon whispers. you're mildly surprised to find out that he looks even better under regular, non-strobe lighting.

"not at all," you say, shaking your head. you turn back to your desk, but you know you're already half-distracted.

it's that damned perfume of his, for sure.

thankfully, sunghoon doesn't try to make further conversation and after a while you find yourself slowly sinking back into zen, eyes moving over the subject matter you were studying. your focus is once again interrupted only by sunghoon abruptly rising from his seat.

he catches your eye as he walks over to some bookshelves and he smiles at you yet again. without even thinking, you notice yourself smiling back.

you hold your breath as you watch the spot where he disappeared between stacks of books, unsure what you're even waiting for. as if pulled by some unknown force, you slip off your own seat, legs bringing you to the exact bookshelf where sunghoon is rifling through some reference books.

he's hunched over the text, forehead creased in concentration as he scans over the words, but his expression eases when he sees you appear in his periphery.

"oh, _______," sunghoon lets out, mildly startled. "nice seeing you again here."

you don't say anything for a few seconds, suddenly at a loss for what exactly you were doing following sunghoon. he looks at you expectantly, but you notice the hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"i have something to ask you," you say rather plainly. sunghoon closes the book in his hand, tucking it under his arm.

"shoot," sunghoon replies, leaning against the bookshelf. your eyes flit for a moment to the veins running up his arms.

"are you in some sort of fight with my boyfriend?" you ask, stepping closer, conscious that your voice might carry over to the librarian's desk nearby.

sunghoon chuckles. "heeseung-hyung is the only one fighting. i would prefer not to get into any altercations with him."

you tilt your head to the side, confused. sunghoon licks his lips before continuing.

"i guess he's not used to someone competing with him and actually winning over him sometimes," sunghoon explains.

you ponder on this for a moment. you're aware that heeseung has some sort of an ego, but being mere months into the relationship, you weren't fully sure how deep it went.

"so, you two are in some sort of academic rivalry?" you joke, eyebrows raised at sunghoon. he laughs quietly.

"i guess? he can only wish to be as good as i am in calculus," sunghoon jests back, inching ever so slightly closer to you.

you're nearly toe to toe but the way sunghoon's hair falls into his eyes, and the curve of his lips as he smiles has you frozen in place, admiring every sharp turn of his features.

"don't go stealing my boyfriend, now," you reply, moving as if to kick sunghoon in the shin. you lightly nudge his leg with your foot.

so it's you who ultimately breaks the physical barrier.

sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head. he briefly touches your chin with his forefinger and you bristle, surprised at the unexpected contact.

"it's not your boyfriend i want," sunghoon says before walking off.

you stand there, fingertips tingling and heart beating wildly.

---

sex with heeseung is often spontaneous and because of that, you've found yourself stretched out from his cock in unusual places around campus more times than you care to admit.

this evening, you're shoved behind some bleachers in your university's basketball court, your hands braced against the metal as heeseung pounds you from behind.

your prudish uniform skirt is bunched up around your waist, and one cup of your bra is pulled all the way down under your blouse. you bite down on your lip, hard, as heeseung pistons in and out of you.

"fuck, heeseung, please," you whisper, unsure whether you're asking him to please, make me cum or please, hurry up. maybe both. because you can hear footsteps and voices approaching and despite the boost of newfound confidence you've acquired with being heeseung's girlfriend, you're not sure what you'd do with yourself if you suddenly find yourself trending among the students of your university for fucking behind the bleachers.

heeseung merely grunts in reply, sealing his hand over your mouth. you can see through the gaps in the bleachers that there's a group making their way toward your general direction. it's dark enough, just after dusk, that you're concealed from anyone standing a few feet away, but you suddenly remember with a chill that people often come here to smoke and do other...recreational substances.

someone from the group is walking faster than the rest and he's making a beeline straight to where you and heeseung are. heeseung's movements have slowed down to mild, drawn-out thrusts, but he keeps his hand over your face.

stepping into the dimmed lighting of the court, the figure approaching your spot stops short. he's looking directly at you.

you realize with a start, your heart sinking in humiliation, that it's sunghoon who's staring right into your eyes, his gaze somehow finding yours in the shadows of the bleachers. his face twitches in recognition before morphing into an expression of amusement.

"let's go somewhere else," sunghoon calls out to his companions, eyes still locked on yours.

"i think someone's fucking in the bleachers," sunghoon adds, before finally tearing his vision away from you.

the others who came with sunghoon laugh, hollering and making obscene sounds, but they walk away nonetheless, leaving you and heeseung alone once again in the court.

"who was that?" heeseung questions, removing his hand from your face. he licks the shell of your ear before biting down on your earlobe.

"n-no idea," you reply shakily, suppressing a cry as heeseung sinks his dick deep into you.

---

"are you here for heeseung?"

you look up from your phone, eyes landing on sunghoon's tall figure. he has the same easy stance, arms crossed, and his signature smile.

"yeah," you reply curtly, memories of that night behind the bleachers flooding back in your mind.

"why, so you can fuck him again behind the bleachers?" sunghoon asks, stepping closer. you look over his shoulder nervously at the other students pouring out of the classroom where he came from.

"that's none of your business," you say, avoiding his eyes.

"oh, yeah?" sunghoon asks with a laugh. "i'm pretty sure you made it everyone's business when you decided to fuck in public."

"it wasn't totally in public."

"sure, it was. anyone could've walked in."

sunghoon reaches for a strand of your hair. you feel your eyes flutter nearly shut when his hand brushes against your cheek.

"good thing i was the one who did," sunghoon adds, winking.

"did you enjoy the show?" you ask lowly, finally meeting sunghoon's eyes.

"did you wish it was you?"

sunghoon gulps, stepping back. just then, you see heeseung walk out of the classroom, eyes lighting up at the sight of your face.

"hey, baby," he greets, reaching for you. he stops when he sees sunghoon standing nearby.

"are you that thick that i need to explicitly tell you that i don't want you near my girlfriend?" heeseung scoffs at sunghoon.

"chill out, hyung, we just recognized each other from the club," sunghoon replies, eyeing you one last time before walking away.

you try not to let your hands shake so hard as heeseung links his arm with yours, rattling off about his class.

---

you're convinced that he's following you. how could he not be, when he's slipping into the same desk next to you in the library?

"miss me?" sunghoon asks playfully, setting his bag down on the desk in front of him.

it's been nearly two weeks since you last saw him outside that classroom, having been caught up in the whirlwind of midterms. even your time with heeseung was limited, with only brief lunches together as life pulled you in all different directions.

"not at all," you reply nonchalantly. your stomach flips when you inhale and you catch yet another whiff of his perfume.

would it be wrong to say that maybe you did miss him?

"come on, i thought you liked my company," sunghoon quips, leaning his elbow on the desk and perching his chin on his palm. he looks at you directly, unabashedly eyeing you up and down.

"where did you get that idea?" you ask in an attempt to sound irritable, but your voice comes out in a weak whisper.

sunghoon shrugs. "just a feeling."

"if you didn't, you would have told heeseung-hyung about our chance meetings and he would have beaten me up to a pulp by now," sunghoon continues, getting up from his seat before stretching lazily.

you swallow, pondering his words. it's true. if you disliked his presence so much, you would have ratted him out to heeseung. you know what sunghoon is doing. you can practically feel the flirty undertone in his words. if you were a better person, you would have shut it down a long time ago.

are you a better person?

"i kinda need your help, though," sunghoon says, staring down at you. you raise your eyes to his and you know he loves the perspective it gives him.

"i might need more books than i can carry," sunghoon explains. "might need an extra pair of hands."

without another word, he stalks off, disappearing between the same two bookshelves where you had your first conversation in this library.

you laugh to yourself, knowing that everything that came out of his mouth just now was bullshit, a guy who clearly spends hours in the gym, arms totally jacked, needing your help with a stack of books?

tell me right now, are you a better person?

possibly not, because you stand up all the same, legs mechanically taking you to where you know sunghoon is. you turn the corner and sure enough, sunghoon is waiting, back pressed against the wall at the very end of the two bookshelves. his arms are crossed and despite the shadows cast on his figure by the wooden shelves, you know his eyes are trained on you.

you take a quick glance over your shoulder, but you know no one else is there other than the surly librarian sitting at her desk. why were you in the library, anyway? exams had just finished. surely, you had a reason.

or maybe it was the same serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

last chance. are you a better person?

surely you aren't. not when you're practically shoving yourself against sunghoon's wide frame, fingers frantically clutching at his clothing as you pull him closer, closer, please, closer. not when you're kissing him with so much hunger, teeth clashing and tongues licking messily into each other's mouths.

sunghoon presses you against the wall, reaching under your skirt, and pulling the thin material of your underwear aside. he drinks in your moans as he easily finds your clit, rubbing in slow circles with his index and middle finger.

he pulls away, watching you as you throw your head back in pleasure. you refuse to look at him, lest it makes this whole thing seem real.

"look at me," sunghoon whispers right next to your ear. you shake your head, tears prickling in your eyes.

tears of shame.

sunghoon switches his fingers, replacing his index with his middle. he gathers the wetness between your legs, coating his digits generously. he slides the two fingers inside you and you nearly fall apart right at that moment.

you open your eyes, blinking the tears away and sunghoon is looking at you with an intensity that has your knees buckling. salty streaks cascade down your cheeks and sunghoon leans in to kiss them away.

"tell me to stop and i'll stop," sunghoon mumbles against your temple.

you wrap your arms around his torso, curling your fingers in the material of his uniform.

"keep going," you whisper. sunghoon kisses your forehead, your nose, then finally your lips.

his fingers drag in and out of you and you pant against sunghoon's mouth. it's embarrassing how close he's getting you. just a little more and he'll successfully coax an orgasm out of you.

you momentarily remember that it takes heeseung way longer to get you to finish, and that's often with help from your own fingers.

oh, god, heeseung. what have i done?

"that's it, love, it's okay," sunghoon says against the top of your head when he feels you clenching around him.

just as you predicted, it doesn't take too long. you finish with a quiet shudder against sunghoon's chest, your lip nearly bruised at how hard you've bitten down on it.

hiccupping, you lean back, watching as sunghoon brings his coated fingers to his lips, licking them clean and relishing in the way you're staring intently at his actions.

sunghoon leans in to kiss you a moment later and you whimper softly when you taste yourself on his tongue.

"we should go," sunghoon whispers, breath fanning your face.

you merely nod, shakily smoothing your clothes down.

---

you and heeseung look like the perfect couple.

you, in your dress that perfectly complimented the color of heeseung's suit and heeseung beaming proudly as he leads you through the hotel lobby towards the event hall.

it didn't take much convincing for you to agree to be heeseung's date to the engineering division's anniversary dinner. you love dressing up for fancy events and you love heeseung, so it was a no-brainer.

you love heeseung. you truly, deeply, honestly love heeseung.

you know you do. even when merely a week ago, you had his so-called rival's fingers deep inside you in a quiet corner of the library.

and as the saying goes, speak of the devil.

sunghoon is standing by the door of the event hall, dressed smartly in his own suit, and a similarly attired woman standing next to him. you've seen her before, one of the models on the university's advertorial billboards scattered all over the city.

you catch sunghoon's eye as you approach the hall but he makes no indication of noticing you. heeseung steers the two of you into the venue, his hand settling on the small of your back.

"i'm surprised park got himself a date for tonight," heeseung jokes, smirking down at you.

"don't be like that," you return weakly. "you're putting out bad karma."

heeseung just chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek. he leads you to a table, one matching the number on your invitations. heeseung greets the people at the table and you smile when he introduces you. you're about to take a seat when you spot sunghoon and his date walking over.

"oh great, we're sharing a table," heeseung comments sarcastically, slipping into his own seat. you lay a hand on heeseung's thigh in warning as you settle beside him.

sunghoon just smiles, coaxing his companion closer to him.

"you all look great tonight," sunghoon offers brightly to everyone at the table, eyes lingering just a second longer on you.

"this is wonyoung, but i'm sure you know who she is," sunghoon adds and the girl beside him visibly blushes.

you stop breathing when sunghoon situates himself on the chair beside you, his knee briefly knocking against yours. you feel heeseung tighten his hold on your hand.

you breeze through the program rather easily, mostly ignoring sunghoon's looming presence beside you and busying yourself with your boyfriend and his other classmates instead.

that is, until you feel fingers brush against your knee under the tablecloth.

he wouldn't dare.

would he?

you discreetly check on heeseung and he's animatedly discussing something with another guy who you learned was named jake. you chew on your lip nervously, trying to appear engaged in their conversation despite the undeniable press of sunghoon's fingertips on your knee.

you clear your throat, quickly knocking sunghoon's hand away.

"i might go for a quick smoke," you say a little sheepishly, laying a hand on heeseung's shoulder. "you wanna come with?"

heeseung pauses for a second but shakes his head. "you go ahead, baby. text me if you need anything, okay?"

you nod, tight-lipped as you smile at him. you grab your purse, and you mentally punch yourself for feeling relieved that heeseung said no.

you wouldn't dare.

would you?

you make brief eye contact with sunghoon as you stand, excusing yourself from the rest of the table.

you weave through the throng of people in the event hall, speedwalking through the lobby, and clambering down the stairs at the exit before finally arriving at the hotel parking lot.

you find a low wall towards the edge of the lot, deeming it clean enough for you to sit on. you hoist yourself up, letting your legs dangle from the edge.

you sit there, having gone through two whole sticks before you see a figure walking towards you.

"your boyfriend's looking for you," sunghoon declares, coming to a stop in front of you. from where you're seated on the wall, you're a good few inches taller than him now.

"is he really?" you ask, taking a drag from your cigarette. sunghoon doesn't say anything. after a moment, he holds his hand out.

you pass him the cigarette, watching as he inhales. his eyes don't leave yours as he steps closer, taking another drag before returning the stick back to you.

the cig is still half good but you extinguish it against the wall, dropping it into the concrete below. sunghoon's standing right in front of you now, hands smoothing up your thighs.

"you're really fucking gorgeous tonight," sunghoon blurts out, leaning in close.

you lay your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, letting sunghoon run the tip of his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply as if memorizing your scent. you exhale as you feel him kiss your shoulder, his finger discreetly nudging the strap of your dress down.

"not here," you warn, letting the strap stay down. you reach over to run your hands through sunghoon's hair near the nape of his neck.

not here.

not 'no' or 'stop it'. it's a 'yes', but not where everyone can see.

"my car is right there," sunghoon says matter-of-factly, turning to gesture at a black car just a few feet away.

you eye it thoughtfully, imagination already running wild as you estimate the wide backseat space of sunghoon's vehicle.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear sunghoon laugh.

"whatever you're thinking, we can make it happen," sunghoon says, a seductive lilt evident in his voice. you turn to him, grasping his face in your hands.

you kiss him as if he's the only man you've ever wanted.

you kiss him as if breaking apart would kill you. even as he's pulling you off the wall from where you're seated, you make no move to part from his lips.

how you got into his backseat without tripping over yourselves is beyond you. but you're here now, your dress unzipped and pulled down to reveal your chest. sunghoon's tie is yanked loose, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. he's sitting, leaned back, with you perched on his lap.

"do you want it?" sunghoon questions, a hand grasping one of your boobs, his face pressed up against the side of your neck.

"yes," you gasp out. sunghoon grunts in your ear.

you lean back to let sunghoon undo his pants enough for him to pull them just below his half-hard dick. he wraps a large hand around his shaft, pulling you close, melding your lips together.

"middle console," sunghoon directs, guiding your hand behind you. you feel around the storage space, fingers finding the telltale foil material of a condom wrapper.

you hand it to sunghoon, breathing heavily as you watch him rip it open with his teeth. he expertly slides it down on himself with one hand, his other already pulling at your skirt.

you get it out of the way eventually, your hips hovering right above sunghoon's. you blindly guide sunghoon to your entrance, gasping when you feel his tip prod at your hole.

before you know it, you've sunk down on sunghoon completely, his strong arms bracing you against him, letting the both of you grow accustomed to each other.

"you're perfect," sunghoon babbles into your hair and you squeeze your eyes shut, guilt rising in your chest.

but all that falls away when you feel sunghoon angle his hips up, thrusting shallowly into you. you cry out into his shoulder, scrambling to hold yourself up so he can move a little more freely.

you plant your legs on either side of him, holding yourself up on your knees. sunghoon readjusts himself, holding you over him. you move your hips experimentally and both of you groan at how deep he goes inside you.

in the dark, cramped space of sunghoon's car, with the air conditioning set to lowest so as to not draw any attention to both of you, you start to ride him.

it's sloppy, messy, uncoordinated, but the desire that burns within both of you is enough to fuel you on. you pray in the back of your mind that no one comes this way, but your brain is largely occupied by sunghoon and sunghoon alone.

how he feels inside you, how hot his breath is against your chest, how sweet your name sounds coming from his mouth.

just as you're tiring, sunghoon maneuvers you so you're laying on the seat, your hands bracing against the door above you. sunghoon leans over you, slipping in once more. you spread your legs wider, and despite the awkward angle, all is forgotten once sunghoon moves.

the car is rocking softly now, you're sure of it, but the pleasure building inside you has you throwing all care out the window.

"you feel so good," you whimper, nails digging into sunghoon's shoulders.

"yeah?" sunghoon says. "better than heeseung-hyung?"

you're struck speechless, but sunghoon slams into you harder, as if demanding an answer.

"better than your arrogant boyfriend, hm?" sunghoon pries, pupils blown wide as he looks straight into your own eyes.

"i see the way he acts," sunghoon continues, spitting the words out harshly. "going around acting like he can pull anyone and everyone."

the words spark something primal in you. yes, yes, you're right!

"can't he see he has this perfect fucking pussy at his disposal?" sunghoon says through gritted teeth.

"yes," you finally relent, moaning wantonly when you feel sunghoon hit a certain spot within you. "fuck, you're so much better than him."

this sends sunghoon into a frenzy, fucking into you with abandon, the repeated and prolonged stretch in your pussy making your head spin and the muscles in your abdomen tighten.

"come on, love," sunghoon says, almost pleading. "need you to cum with me."

"oh god," you breathe out, one of your hands finding purchase on the headrest above you and the other tugging harshly at sunghoon's hair.

"yes, yes, sunghoon, shit, right there!"

sunghoon lets out a guttural sound as he cums, your own orgasm slamming into you with strength and magnitude you didn't know was possible for you to experience.

a minute passes. then two. the night is once again quiet, the distant sound of music coming from the event hall seemingly worlds away.

you and sunghoon hurriedly compose yourselves, erasing any trace of what just transpired.

on the other side of the wall from where you sat merely minutes before, cigarette butts and a knotted condom lie forgotten, the only evidence of your ultimate undoing.

---

"you seem exhausted, babe," heeseung comments, casting a sideways glance at you. you lean against the passenger side window, your eyes heavy with sleep.

the city lights zoom past you as heeseung drives down the highway with little interruption, seeing as it's past midnight on a weekday.

"yeah, i'm just not used to wearing heels for that long," you supply, yawning just as you get the sentence out.

heeseung lays a comforting hand on your thigh. you place your own hand on top of his, grasping his fingers in yours. if he notices just how hard you're squeezing, he doesn't comment on it.

"i love you," heeseung says, bringing your joined hands up to his lips.

a pause.

"i love you, too," comes your quiet reply.

[mooniitlovers]

Soobin whos big cock stretches you out every night because he’s so addicted to your pussy. like, genuinely can’t get enough. he’ll switch between fucking you in a mating press to eating his own cum out of your lovely, fluttering hole. all the while you mewl his name sleepily because you’ve cum more times than you can count; he doesn’t care, though. he’s enraptured by your pussy. he takes his frustrations out on your holes, he pours all his love out while fucking you, he spells his name on your clit just because he wants to taste you one last time before heading to bed. by the end of the night you’re sore, aching thighs wrapped around his as he kisses you to make it better... though, that might get him hard again

THUS END ME

I fucking love big cock Soobin 😖 it’s way too real tbh listened to sad girl by lana while making this felt whore-ish cw. heavyyyy overstim, soobin is described as bigger than reader.

You’re panting, losing focus on the man above you because he just won’t stop— won’t stop filling you up again and again. And it’s not like you even had the energy to fight back. You’re aching, leaking, sweaty, dewy-eyed. He’s relentless, making you take every stinging inch. You know it’s cliche, a whole trope, but you can feel him in your stomach. In fact, Soobin had the flattened palm of his hand pressed hard against the big tummy bulge you had. You quite literally could feel him all the way in there, thick, long cock rubbing quickly against your inner walls. The wet squelch of your full and spent hole filling the air rapidly, coinciding with your heated moans and whines.

Your hands clawed at his chest, back arching even further than it already was, begging to be brought back down to reality. You felt floaty, head full of air. “S-Soobin— Soob… too much, t-too muchhh—“

Soobin groaned, pressing your thighs up until your knees were right beside your head, shaking legs from repeated orgasm after orgasm. Every single climax ripped from your body in pure ecstasy. Filling your mind with only mumbles of words and the need for more, more, more. Even when your body was so tired, aching for less, begging for a relief, all you needed was more of him. Soobin then planted his hand right beside your head, bigger body contorting and meshing into yours, keeping you under his weight from moving at all. Any squirming you did was ignored, his hips only increasing in speed with wet, nasty slaps of skin.

“No, no, no… fuck, baby,” Soobin’s breath caught in his throat as he spoke, a choked out whine escaping as his fluffy, black hair fell in front of his eyes, then back as he tilted his head backward. His eyebrows were scrunched together, touching as his pouty lips parted, “Need you to take it… y-you gotta take it—“ He was panting like a dog, hovering over you with shaky arms. If anything, he was just as much a wreck as you were at this point. His big hand scooped up the side of your face, cooing at you as wet sounds emitted from your bodies, lips a breath away, “For me, baby, do it f-for me.”

His thumb ran over your skin, sending heat up your cheeks and a stray tear to slip out of your eye, graciously dewing his skin.

“Love your lil’ pussy, honey,” Soobin scrunched his face for the umpteenth time, “Know you can take it… s’tight.”

You mewled, though nodding. You take everything he gives you, even if it was overwhelming. If anything, that’s the best part, isn’t it? That big cock of his felt so fucking good, nearly intoxicating. You both went through this ordeal practically every night and it was pure heaven.

His thumb caressed your cheek, using that same tear you’d so graciously gifted him as a form of lube as his thumb crawled down to your swollen, fat clit. You jerked as he thumbed the lil love bud, a sputtering moan falling from your lips. Soobin’s thrusts were sloppy, each little sound he made reminding you of how good he was feeling, how not only you were feeling pleasure. Not that it wasn’t obvious with the way he spoke to you and handled you. So delicate, gentle, yet at the same time dominate and strong.

“My baby, my cute fucking girl…” Soobin moaned again, you can tell by the breathlessness of his voice that he was close again. Your pussy ached from being so full, his tip drilling endlessly against your womb, deeply pressing into that soft lil gummy spot. It had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, biting your lip to hide the stupidly loud sounds you wanted to let out, “Love you on my big cock, baby, look so p-pretty,” Confession spilled from open lips, slack jaw only widening as he tipped closer to a finish, “My baby loves when I breed her cunt, hm? One more, I promise…”

[mooniitlovers]

kink headcanons ft. OT8 SKZ !

content info — ot8 (individual) x afab!reader, 3.6k words, smut, established relationship in all scenarios

content warnings — nsfw, a shit ton of kinks and scenarios about them, kinks will not be specified to prevent spoiling, swearing, intentional lowercase

notes — this was actually meant for kinktober ‘24, but i clearly never got around to finishing it… whoops. here we are a whopping four months later; enjoy! not proofread. 18+ only, mdni.

★ ──── BANGCHAN

a switch, but leans heavily on the dominant side. usually a service dom, but can get a little mean sometimes.

⤷ BREEDING.

chan gets off so badly to the fantasy of fucking his babies into you. one night when he’s pounding into you with a condom on, he begins to babble when his orgasm draws near — “you’d look so fucking gorgeous all round with my children, baby, fuck!” and you clamp down on him so hard he has half the mind to think his cock might snap in half as he experiences the strongest orgasm of his life. so yeah, it’s safe to say you got on birth control right away & threw away all condoms after that.

⤷ PRAISE.

he loves to whisper sweet things into your ear as he gently pushes into your cunt from behind after a busy schedule. chan loves how you gush around him when his murmured words, coated in sickeningly sweet honey, flow into your ears as he wholly takes you apart with his hands and cock. he loves it even more when you praise him as well! it has a special effect on him when you’re riding him especially — the praise sends his dick jerking within your tight heat as his knees wobble and he keens into where his face is mushed between your tits.

⤷ FACE FUCKING.

this man loathes to hurt you, but when you give him head one time and he accidentally thrusts too deep into your mouth, he can’t help the way he positively throbs at the wet click your throat gives when it constricts around his tip. when you feel the twitch, you moan & quickly pull off just to give him permission to fuck your throat before taking his cock back into your mouth and waiting patiently. the sight and sound of you deepthroating him is so erotic that when he comes, he genuinely gets lightheaded and has to sit down afterward before he collapses from the intensity of his orgasm.

⤷ BONUS!

his fav position is definitely riding. quick, act surprised! he loves to see you work up a sweat in his lap while you struggle to take his cock to the hilt. its so endearingly hot, the way you plea and whine for him to help you work his dick inside, but he just chuckles n pats your ass as a signal to keep going. maybe, if he feels merciful enough, he’ll flip you over when your legs really do give out and pound you til you’re full of his cum.

★ ──── MINHO

dom & brat tamer. has subbed only once with you and liked it so much he got too scared to try it again.

⤷ BONDAGE.

minho often restrains your wrists with his belt or a silk tie he owns when you get particularly bratty with him. he holds them behind your back as he slams into you from behind, and the sight of you restrained just for him, creaming all over his cock despite the rough treatment he loves to dish out, has him seeing stars when he pulls out to come on your back.

⤷ IMPACT PLAY.

it’s no secret minho loves ass: slapping ass, grabbing ass, pretty much anything to do with ass. so it’s no surprise when his palm harshly crashes down on the supple curve of your cheeks when he gives you backshots for the first time. you jolt at the sudden sting, though it burns wonderfully when he does it again. and again. and again, until your skin is red and thoroughly raw once he’s done with you. as your relationship goes on, he eventually begins to slap your pretty face as well, though he’s much more gentle about that. on your rear, however? no mercy.

⤷ SOMNOPHILIA.

min loves nothing more than coming home to you dozing peacefully in those specific sleep shorts, a sign you’re his for the night. even if he’s horribly exhausted from a long day, the sight of you deep asleep and utterly pliant for him has the cogs in his mind gearing into something primal with how much arousal shoots to his cock. he wastes no time in prowling across the room to harshly push the gusset of the fabric aside and immediately slide himself home when he discovers you’re commando and already soaking wet. there’s no way you stay asleep at such rough handling, of course, but that won’t make him stop anytime soon!

⤷ BONUS!

he enjoys anal. when you were out the house, he took one of your dildos in secret and experimented with it on his own, and came out pleasantly surprised. not only does he enjoy it with himself, he also loves anal with you — especially when he gets home after a long day of work to find you all dolled up for him. his cock jerks in his pants when he reaches down to grope your ass in appreciation, only to discover a plug snug between your cheeks. he’d never admit it out loud, but it gets him super riled up to see the way your hole gapes and sputters when he’s done with you.

★ ──── CHANGBIN

a switch, but leans slightly onto the subby side.

⤷ FREE USE.

bin loves to see when you come home from a long, frustrating day at work. he loves to see your eyes darken when you notice the special bracelet on his wrist that shares an unmistakable sign between the two of you, and he loves it even more when you storm across the living room to shove him back onto the couch and pop open the button of his jeans without a word to sink down on his cock like you own it, own him. nothing else gets him harder than when you simply take and use him like your own personal toy!

⤷ PEGGING.

although he does enjoy pegging, the two of you don’t dabble in this often — simply because you much prefer his cock down your throat or in your pussy, milking him dry. but when he does feel subby enough to offer his ass up, it usually leads to very tender lovemaking rather than hard, rough sex. he just gets so soft and needy in this headspace when you peg him, so eager to feel good! in missionary, he often pops a tit into his mouth to softly suckle at as you thrust into him leisurely from above. but it’s never long before he starts babbling and begging you for more!

⤷ ROLEPLAY.

something about taboo roleplays get binnie going like no other: age gaps, power imbalances, and even cheating get his cock rock hard in seconds when the two of you play in the bedroom. recently, the two of you had roleplayed as professor and student. “ah, professor, are you sure this is the best way to get extra credit..?” you’d peered down at him as he eased your short skirt and panties down your legs, chuckling at your bashful behavior. “of course, bun,” he’d sighed, leaning in to press a kiss to your sopping core before meeting your eyes again with a smirk. “your grades will be up in no time if you just spread those pretty legs for your professor, hm? now go on, i’m waiting.”

⤷ BONUS!

loves double penetration, both on him and you. it drives him crazy to see you struggle to take both his coke can of a cock in your cunt and a silicone replica of it down your throat at the same time. watching your cheeks hollow obscenely around the replica has his cock kicking within your walls as you moan around it, and it quickly has him bending your legs to your chest to pound you properly. on the flip side of the coin, he loves how full he feels when you plug his ass and fuck his throat with your strap; it gets his head all floaty n pliant for you in a heartbeat!

★ ──── HYUNJIN

walking definition of a switch. sadist & masochist. can get pretty bratty when he subs.

⤷ BREATH PLAY.

hyunjin loves the tantalizing pressure of your palm against his neck, especially when you ride him so hard he’s practically seeing stars. whether that’s from how hard your ass is slamming down onto his muscled thighs or from the growing asphyxiation, he’s too deliciously lightheaded to even think about it when the two of you go hard like this in bed. when you give his neck one generous squeeze, it has his whole body locking up and him coming instantly with no warning other than a broken, guttural cry. on the other hand, he gets an intense power trip when he chokes you — the way your jaw drops as you gasp for breath when his grip tightens and your pretty eyes roll back to show the whites is so intoxicating to him! he’ll never be able to get enough of the sight.

⤷ TEMPERATURE PLAY.

the way you squirm beneath him is just so cute when hyune rubs ice across your perky nipples while his hot, hard cock spears you open at the same time! when the cubes slip off your breasts onto the sheets beside you, the warmth of his breath fanning over the cold area when he leans down has you squealing and kicking your legs out in protest — but he catches those easily and wraps them around his slender waist to laugh down at how sensitive and responsive you are for him.

⤷ COCK & BALL TORTURE.

the delicious sting hyunjin feels when you slap his cock sends his body shuddering and eyes rolling. his toes curl when you tug harshly on his sensitive balls before rearing your hand back to smack the head of his weeping cock, forcing his hips to kick off the bed with the searing pleasure-pain that has his brain reeling and nervous system going haywire. especially loves when you bust out some cock rings — it’s a perfect night for him when you ride his cock raw, denying him of his orgasm while you have your fun, until he can finally cum inside after hours of his balls being squeezed tight to stave off his orgasm.

BONUS!

big big big fan of markings, both on himself and you! he’s constantly biting marks into the tender skin just below your boobs and the soft inner areas of your thighs when he goes down on you. he really loves it when he gets time off so you can mark him up properly on his neck, particularly below his jaw, so he can go a few days without having to conceal it with makeup and wear and flaunt them properly. his favorite place to mark you, though, is your hips and chest. gets a huge ego boost when he sees them peeking out of your shirt when you wear a low-cut top, and he’s extra smug when you get home later that day to refresh them.

★ ──── JISUNG

sub, sub, sub! rarely doms, and even when he does “dom” it’s more or less him acting the same as usual — like a princess — with the only difference being him doing all the work for once. big masochist.

⤷ MOMMY KINK.

there’s rarely a moment in bed where jisung doesn’t call you mommy. like the sweet boy he is, he always asks you for permission before he does anything. “mommy, please let me suck your tits? i promise i won’t touch myself without your permission, pleaseee?” and with those sweet doe eyes of his, how could you say no? he gets pretty babbly when he’s balls deep in your pussy and his head is mushed between your tits as he whines and cries out his thanks, how good he feels — he’s simply too obsessed with you!

⤷ DEGRADATION.

jisung nearly cums in his pants when you talk down to him like he’s worth nothing to you, like he’s the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. he can’t stop the breathy moans slipping from his dropped jaw when you jerk his slick cock, whispering words in his ears that should humiliate him, but only results in more burning hot arousal pooling deep in his stomach and his balls tightening, eager to spill all over the tight grip of your hand. all his efforts to hold off his orgasm go to waste, though, when you call him a “worthless, good for nothing slut” that has his body abruptly convulsing and cries tumbling from his lips as he cums all the way up to his heaving chest.

⤷ PAIN KINK.

he gets delirious with pleasure when you slap his face or spank him when he’s misbehaved a little too much for your liking. if you pair a harsh slap to his cute, chubby little cheeks with a mean slew of insults to his face as he fucks you in missionary, he’ll wind up keening so loud he has to bury his face in your neck to muffle the sound, lest you get a noise complaint from the neighbors in the morning. the sting of getting hit has so much blood rushing from his head to his cock in an instant that he gets dizzy with how good he feels, every. single. time.

⤷ BONUS!

this man is a munch. he eats you out at any opportunity like a man starved, fast and messy, just the way both you & him love. tug on his hair n it’ll have his eyes rolling as he buries his face into your cunt, eagerly lapping up your the juices that soak his chin with a whine while his hips buck involuntarily against the mattress. degrade him too, n he just might cum in his pants right then n there!

★ ──── FELIX

dom. doesn’t mind subbing if you ask, but it’s generally not his go-to.

⤷ ORGASM DENIAL.

this man is a little shit who adores bringing you right to the edge before ripping your orgasm out of your grasp with a delighted smirk. as soon as he rips whatever he was using on you away, whether it be his fingers or a toy, the way you convulse in protest and plead at him with watery eyes gets him so hot he nearly cums on the spot, even if nothing is actively stimulating his dick. he just loves to tease, what can he say?

⤷ SENSORY DEPRIVATION.

felix has no qualms with playing with you for hours when he blindfolds you and, sometimes, even plugs your ears when he really wants to get you on edge. seeing your breath quicken in anticipation for what he’ll do to you has his cock chubbing up in record time in the tight confines of his boxers, and the sight of you all docile and restrained for him has him half considering the idea of dropping the ties just to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck your brains out. but he always reins himself in just before he can fold, for you always look much prettier disheveled and begging for him to end the teasing and give you what you want.

⤷ HUMILIATION.

he loves making you cream all over his cock just to spew absolute filth at you for it. he can feel his sanity disappearing bit by bit when he gets to witness firsthand the way you slip into subspace at his vulgar, demeaning words in that deep voice of his, and it only gets him hotter when you begin to cry and beg him incoherently. for what, he isn’t quite sure because you’re too far gone to even speak properly anymore, but he’ll make sure you have all you need when you start clawing desperately at his shoulders with a beautiful, full-body shudder.

⤷ BONUS!

he’s lowkey a brat tamer! it gets him so riled up when you purposefully dress in your skimpiest clothes for the group nights you spend going out with the other guys, just to elicit a reaction out of him when you get home. and boy, is that reaction dangerous. he watches you like a hawk throughout the night, tongue constantly poking his cheek in annoyance while his jaw ticks when he sees you laughing with one of his members. he knows he has no real reason to be jealous, especially when he’s already aware you’re just looking to be put in your place, but that won’t stop him from taking all that emotion out on your cunt when everyone leaves later.

★ ──── SEUNGMIN

switch. he doesn’t have a preference & simply enjoys it all.

⤷ EXHIBITIONISM.

the adrenaline rush seungmin gets when he fucks you on the floor of their dance practice room once everyone’s gone for the day is so fucking heady and addictive. the thought of one of his members walking in to find him blowing your back out in the middle of the room is so arousing that he fucks you practically ten times harder than usual when the two of you mess around in semi-public places like this. one time, when you did happen to get caught blowing him backstage right before a soundcheck, his eyes had blown impossibly wide before he spilled down your throat with a choked groan. the two of you were horribly mortified after the fact, but he still secretly gets off to that memory when he’s away on tour.

⤷ DUMBIFICATION.

seeing you gradually lose coherency the longer he has you warm his cock while he busies himself with other tasks is one of his favorite pastimes. “hey, pup,” seungmin taps your shoulder delicately as he lightly jostles you in his lap, causing a moan to flutter from between your lips. when he grabs your chin to press a chaste kiss to the corners of your mouth, he nearly moans aloud too when he pulls back and sees how fucking gone you look. eyes fuzzy, pretty lips pulled into a dopey smile, and pussy stretched warm and wet around his now-throbbing cock. it’s insane to practice restraint with how sweet you look like this. “since you’ve been so good for me, i have a reward for you. how’s that sound, baby?”

⤷ PET PLAY.

when you come home after an outing with your friends to discover seungmin perched on the couch in nothing but the collar with your name attached to it and some dangerously low black sweats, you can’t help but drag him to the bedroom to leash him and force him to sit at your feet while you finish up some papers at your desk. he’s obedient for a little while, like he always is, until he starts getting antsy and whines for your attention. you pay him no mind until he begins to nose at the crotch of your bottoms, eager for a treat, and who are you to deny your sweet puppy a snack after he’s been so good and obedient for you?

⤷ BONUS!

he owns multiple different colored collars that have your name engraved onto the tags as well as a human-sized dog bed to pair with them. when he particularly craves submission, he’ll ask to be leashed and rode in the dog bed because it brings him an odd sense of comfort: being someone’s so wholly that he’s willing to wear a collar to show off who he belongs to, who owns him.

★ ──── JEONGIN

generally a dom. when he does sub, it’s nothing too crazy.

⤷ BEGGING.

jeongin loves to drive you to the point of incoherency with his mouth, hands, cock: all of it! it goes straight to both his dick and his ego when you’re reduced down to broken, babbling cries that beg him for more, less, harder, faster — somehow you plea for them all at once. he can’t get enough of how much you seem to love his body and the pleasure it can provide.

⤷ DACRYPHILIA.

it drives him insane when he sees you writhing with so much pleasure that it actually brings you to tears. every time your pretty eyes begin to water with unshed tears from the unforgiving pace he sets as he pounds into your poor cunt, it makes a loud moan rip from his throat and his dick twitch within your walls, and he may even nearly cum on the spot. he absolutely loves the sight of you desperate and babbling for his cum, and he’s not afraid to show it.

⤷ CORRUPTION KINK.

both of you were the farthest thing from inexperienced or vanilla when you first started dating, but that doesn’t stop jeongin from fucking his fist late at night to the fantasy he was your first. the first man to take your virginity, show you how to ride cock and suck on one, even teach you how to have your first orgasm because you’d been too unsure of yourself in the past to even try. the thought of you being pure and untouched before meeting him makes him ache with arousal, particularly at the thought of corrupting and ruining you for any other man because he just fucks you so good that both of you know you’d never be able to reach the same peaks of pleasure he brings you to again and again with anyone else.

⤷ BONUS!

he really enjoys 69ing. when he’s on top, he loves the sensation of his cock sliding down your throat and the clicking of your throat as it tries to accommodate his length. he loves the way your juices coat his chin as he messily slurps and sucks on your clit, and especially loves the way your thighs shake beside his ears when you get close. when he’s on the bottom, he adores the way you push your hips back onto his face to grind your clit down on his tongue, and adores the way you slip his cock into your mouth until you’re gagging around the tip and your tongue is laving hot and wetly at his balls. the rapid tightening of your throat around his dick has him close in seconds, but even if he comes early he’ll eat you out til you’re shaking with satisfaction.

[mooniitlovers]

cherry merengue → c.f part two

“You two like each other so much all of a sudden, so show me.” it was hard to ignore the jealousy in Seungcheol’s voice—or how much you liked the realization.

pairing seungcheol x f!reader x jeonghan word count 4.4k tags dom!seungcheol, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, boyfriend cheol, poly themes, friends to lovers, pet names, threesome, multiple smut scenes, oral (f), messing around backstage, cucking, hair pulling, biting, breast worship, spit as lube, masturbation, blowjob, spanking, deep throating, teasing, spit roasting, cum swallowing, creampie warnings smut, cursing, alcohol → part one + bonus chapter

a/n thank you for giving cherry f(l)avoured so much love! 🥹 i’ve been asked if there would be a part two so here it is! i really like these three 🫶 a big thank u to @mylovesstuffs for beta reading this 💓

Tentative, slow kisses tickled your neck, the soft sighs you couldn’t hold turning into a sharp yelp when a row of teeth suddenly marked your skin.

“Jeonghan,” you pushed at the man’s shoulder with furrowed brows, starting to get annoyed feeling him grin on your neck.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” you whispered through clenched teeth, checking the bathroom door’s lock for the nth time before meeting Jeonghan’s gaze as he pulled back. He toyed with the button of your jeans, the glint in his eyes telling you everything you needed to know.

“Maybe,” he smiled, pulling the fabric down your thighs before getting on his knees before you.

You gulped when he started kissing the inside of your thigh, just shy of where you wanted him the most.

In the background you could hear the sounds of the people outside, a whirlpool of voices and footsteps in the hallways of the arena.

You were suspicious that Jeonghan wanted his members to discover what he was doing to Seungcheol’s very own girlfriend, only making you more nervous in the tiny bathroom.

It had been a relief discovering Cheol had been more than happy about allowing Jeonghan in your bed—almost encouraging the two of you together.

Unbeknownst to you until the day before, Seungcheol had already given Jeonghan the green light to come onto you a while ago, even before you’d met him. It was odd, but it all boiled down to their strong connection and love for one another.

Thankfully you were all into it, fully ready—but also a bit nervous—to explore what it would mean to this new dynamic.

Jeonghan’s words echoed through your mind, “Whatever’s Cheol’s is mine.” and his actions seemed to prove just this, making you wonder if this would turn into something more than just purely physical.

“Hurry up.” you hissed at Jeonghan who kept teasing you with kisses, making him chuckle before finally pulling down your panties.

“Don’t make a sound if you don’t want anyone to hear, y/nnie.” He tightly gripped your thighs, looking at your wet sex. “Or you’ll have some explaining to do,” he briefly glanced up at you before delving in, licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

“God, you taste like a dessert.” Jeonghan spread your pussy lips with his thumbs before licking your clit, making you sigh in bliss as he hummed into you.

His big mouth turned out to have a way better use than just tormenting you, loud slurping sounds echoing around the space as he licked and sucked until your head fell back against the cold wall behind you.

You could hear the sudden screams of the fans outside clearly, letting you know the concert was about to begin very soon.

“Fuck, Hannie.” you gasped, bucking your hips before he tightened his grip on you, keeping you in place against the wall. You moaned when he slowly entered a finger inside of you, starting to pump the digit at a set and steady pace.

“Louder, baby.” Jeonghan egged you on, spitting where his knuckle almost disappeared. He entered another finger already, the cold metal of his ring making you curse as he moved and scissored you open while sucking on your engorged clit. His tongue moved skillfully, circling around quickly.

Your fingers found his hair, tugging on the roots while you begged, “More. More, Hannie,” you moaned, biting your kiss-swollen bottom lip.

Jeonghan listened and entered a third finger, sucking hard as he thrust them inside at a fast pace—faster than before. You squirmed against him, feeling the muscles in your stomach tense up as your orgasm approached quickly. Jeonghan groaned against your cunt as you pulled on his hair, curling his fingers to slam straight into your G-spot.

Your knees buckled, almost toppling over if it weren’t for Jeonghan holding you so tightly. “Fuck. D-don’t stop, please,” you almost cried, instinctively pushing him even closer.

You exhaled a breathy sigh as you came on his tongue, squeezing your eyes shut as stillness washed over your body. Jeonghan looked up at you, slowing down his movement to help you ride out your high. He gave you a final hard suck, making you whimper before pulling back, stilling his fingers before slowly pulling them out of you.

You tiredly met his gaze, letting go of his hair so he could meet your face. “You okay, pretty?” Jeonghan smiled, helping you put your clothes back on. “Yeah.” you nodded, making him chuckle at your flushed appearance.

“We should get to our seats,” Jeonghan squeezed your cheek, giving you a chase kiss. Before he could move you put your hand on his face, pulling him back in for another, deeper kiss.

Jeonghan’s slick tongue found yours, letting you taste yourself as you messily kissed. He grabbed your cheeks, tilting your head up as his body pressed against you. Right as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk before pressing a final quick peck on your wet lips.

“Come on, baby. You know Cheollie will be upset if we miss the beginning.” he grabbed your hand before pulling you out of the enclosed space with him, not caring about staff as he started running with you.

The loud bass of the VCR and cheering surrounded you, giggling together as you ran backstage inside of the big arena.

It was odd remembering how quickly things had changed from your initial distaste for each other.

Jeonghan held your hand until you had to separate to get to your seats, a separate section for special guests—mainly ‘high profile' people in the industry. You sat a safe distance away from him, knowing Jeonghan’s presence would likely catch attention sooner or later.

The concert was already starting, and you smiled seeing your boyfriend standing on stage with his members. As the first song began—right after you settled in the plastic folding chair—the sight in front of you tugged at your heart strings. The performance was truly one of a kind, and you, like everyone, more than enjoyed watching the well-practiced routine.

You occasionally caught Jeonghan looking at you, and dare you admit how it made your stomach flutter every time he did.

A part of you knew you had to reflect on why it did—and if it was even fair on Seungcheol. It was only a fleeting thought, too engulfed in the magical scene in front of you to think too much about it for now.

“Hyung, you said you’d join me for my live.” Chan frowned at Seungkwan from the opened door, who met him with a sigh. “I was going to—but I’m tired.” the blonde unconsciously pouted as he spoke, his cheek pressed against the firm mattress.

“You’re too tired to do a live but you can drink?” the younger one scoffed, ignoring the amused smiles from the people in the room. Seungkwan simply nodded.

“Ah, hyung! You promised!” Chan fully entered Seungcheol’s room, extending his arm to grab Seungkwan's wrist. Seungkwan whined, trying to fight the pulling unsuccessfully. “Alright, alright! Let go.” Seungkwan then growled, pulling his grip from Chan with a scowl.

Jeonghan laughed at the scene in front of him, earning him a glare from Seungkwan who mumbled something to himself as he walked out of the hotel room with Chan.

“It won’t be for long.” you could hear Chan assure him before he closed the door behind him, making you chuckle.

“They’re cute.” Jeonghan fondly mused before taking a slow sip of his drink, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

You all shared a bottle of some rare Japanese whiskey Cheol had bought, the rich caramel flavor almost making you forget about the jaw-dropping price you’d scolded him for just moments before.

Seungcheol hummed with a smile, idly toying with your hair as he sat on the bed beside you. His familiar cologne felt like home to you, the fruity and peppery musk staining your nose every time he leaned in to kiss your temple.

Jeonghan sat on the cream-colored loveseat with his ankle tucked under his thigh, elbows resting atop his legs as he carelessly held the glass from the top, looking like he could drop it at any second if he wasn’t careful.

Seungcheol suddenly sighed, pouting as he spoke, ��Bumzu hyung said you two barely made the opening today,” he tried his best to not break out in a smile, looking back and forth between you and Jeonghan sparingly as if he was upset.

Jeonghan laughed quietly, giving you a knowing look before shrugging. “Your girlfriend couldn’t keep it in her pants again.” he grinned mischievously.

You scoffed in disbelief. “You are such a liar.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. Jeonghan laughed obnoxiously, taking another sip of whiskey.

“He tricked me into going to the bathroom with him.” you mumbled as you nuzzled your head against Cheol’s shoulder, hugging his thick bicep with both arms. Seungcheol gave his friend a look, quickly sighing in defeat.

“Did you have sex without me again?” Seungcheol sulked, pouting again.

“There he goes.” Jeonghan grinned. You chuckled and sat up straight, shaking your head at him. “Don’t worry, baby.” you squeezed his knee, leaning in to kiss his reddened cheek.

Seungcheol paused for a second, looking at you as if in thought.

“Show me,” he then said lowly.

You and Jeonghan shared a quick glance.

“I want to watch you two.” he bit the inside of his lip, raising his eyebrows a little before smirking lazily.

You and Jeonghan only had sex once: in a moment of lust. It was careless—without thought, and you knew it would be totally different with your boyfriend there to watch you. Different from when he walked in on Jeonghan and you.

“Well?” he asked impatiently when neither of you replied. He leaned back on the bed, supporting his weight on his hands. “You two like each other so much all of a sudden, so show me.” It was hard to ignore the jealousy in Seungcheol’s voice—or how much you liked the realization.

You looked at Jeonghan again, who wore his usual smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you. “Go ahead, pretty. Let’s show him how much fun we had without him.”

His words made Cheol roll his eyes, and you hesitated for a second because of it. Seungcheol noticed, chuckling before gently shaking his head at you. “I told you it’s okay, baby. I was already hoping something like this would happen.” he reassured you again, grabbing your cheeks to press a long kiss to your lips.

“Okay.” you nodded shyly, giving him another quick peck before looking over at Jeonghan on the loveseat. He set down his near-empty glass, manspreading before wordlessly inviting you to sit on his lap.

You pushed yourself up to walk over to Jeonghan, already feeling your panties sticking to your core. He licked his lips as you straddled him, his warm hands gripping your hips as you leaned in to give him a long peck.

Jeonghan eased back into the loveseat, kissing you back—demurely, at first, before slowly tracing his warm tongue over your bottom lip. You sighed against his mouth, parting your lips a little to let him in.

You noticed a stark difference in how they kissed. Seungcheol had always been more impatient, domineering, and almost dirty—whilst Jeonghan was more controlled, more of a tease, making you work for what you wanted a bit more.

He licked into you, making you mewl by suddenly sucking on your bottom lip, tightening his grip on your plush skin.

Seungcheol watched attentively, suppressing a breathy groan as he felt himself grow harder already.

You heard just how much Cheol’s breathing had deepened, smiling in amusement against Jeonghan’s mouth because of it. You grabbed Jeonghan’s hair, pulling on the strands like you'd just done earlier to tilt his head back, a soft moan leaving his lips before he kissed you harder. You were now almost certain Jeonghan loved to get his hair pulled.

“Shit,” Cheol whispered, hooded eyes admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t know why exactly, but every inch of his skin was on fire.

Jeonghan copied you by pulling you back by your hair, teeth nibbling on your jaw while his eyes shifted to his friend. “Is this what you want, Chollie?” he mumbled against your skin, free hand squeezing your ass generously.

“Yes.” Seungcheol grinned cunningly, eyes raking over your figure appreciatively.

Jeonghan hummed, surprising you by suddenly pinning you down under him, your head only a few feet away from where Cheol was sitting.

“You hear that, pretty? Your boyfriend likes watching us,” Jeonghan smiled down at you as he leaned over you. “Should we show him how well I fuck you now?” he cocked up his eyebrow.

You gulped at the scene that had already started playing out in your head, before slowly nodding. “Yeah.” you whispered, getting lost in Jeonghan’s pretty eyes. There was something in the way he looked at you—like he knew very well you’d listen to his every request.

Jeonghan chuckled before getting to work. He pulled off your shirt before opening your jeans, and a brief flashback of earlier appeared in your mind. He removed the fabric quickly, sighing when taking in your exposed form.

“You know how crazy these pretty tits make me.” he almost whispered. He squeezed them together to lick the swell of your breasts before going to take off your bra, exposing your hardened nipples.

His warm mouth immediately engulfed one of them, groaning as he licked and sucked the soft skin. You exhaled a hard breath, curling your back as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. When you opened them again you had unknowingly met Seungcheol’s gaze, his pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

“You look so hot, baby.” he told you, his lip quirking up.

You were going to reply before you suddenly hissed feeling Jeonghan’s teeth toy with your sensitive bud, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked back at the boy playing with your chest.

You could tell he was grinning, re-demanding all of your attention at once. He made you yelp by meanly biting your nipple, big doe eyes looking back at you as he did so. His tongue peeked out as he soothed the sting with his saliva.

“Hannie…” you said softly, almost pouting. He only smiled, kissing your skin all the way up to your neck before stopping and getting up.

You watched him lazily take off his shirt, your eyes raking over his creamy skin, a stark contrast to the dark hairs falling to his shoulders.

The hairs of his happy trail peeked out from under his boxers, and you watched attentively as he undid the button of his jeans.

“Get on all fours on the bed and ask Coupsie to take off your panties.” Jeonghan suddenly commanded, nodding to Seungcheol behind you as he took off his dark jeans.

You didn’t wait long. You slowly pushed yourself up, turning to your boyfriend with a shy smile before crawling up on the big bed. You turned your head to him, feeling your face growing hotter at how exposed you suddenly felt.

“Will you take off my panties, Cheollie?” you asked reluctantly, making Cheol chuckle. “Of course, baby.” the palm of his hand slowly stroked down your lower back until his fingers hooked in the band of your panties. He pulled them off routinely, leaving you bare.

Jeonghan watched the two of you, humming in delight. “Now ask him to spit in your hand so you can finger that pretty pussy open and ready for me.” he smirked, watching you blink in surprise. You gulped.

“I… I don’t think I can…” You mumbled shyly, looking down at the sheets in embarrassment.

Jeonghan laughed. “Sure you can. In fact, if you don’t, you can go straight to sleep instead.” He cocked his head to the side, challenging you to defy him.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to look at Seungcheol.

“Baby…” you whispered. “Please… spit in my hand?” you slowly extended your palm to him, making him hum.

Cheol smiled as he took your hand, leaning in to spit in your hand, a small pool of his warm saliva collecting in your hand before letting go of you again.

“Go on, pretty. Show us how you get ready for my cock.” Jeonghan purred, eyes zoned in on your pussy.

“I-I will,” you said, gulping before slowly spreading the spit all over your fingers.

Seungcheol had switched places and sat down on the sofa, letting Jeonghan sit on the foot of the bed as they watched you closely.

Your hand lowered to your glistening cunt, sighing when you felt the spit make contact with your throbbing clit. You felt their eyes glued to you, watching you starting to toy with the sensitive nerve.

Your fingers naturally glided down to your hole, slowly sliding two fingers inside of you. Your breath hitched at the feeling of you working them inside of you, biting your lip.

“Perfect. You look so cute like this,” Jeonghan said in a sultry voice, already turned on by the sight in front of him. He suddenly smacked your butt, making you gasp at the impact. “Keep going.” Jeonghan added, watching you pump your fingers at a set pace. He could tell you were nervous, but for him that only added to the fun.

Jeonghan caught sight of Seungcheol in his peripheral view, smile only growing before he started kneading your sore flesh, making you clench your jaw at the way his nails not-so-accidentally pressed into the sensitive skin.

“Add another one.” he told you, and you could imagine him smiling as he commanded you.

You added a third, thumb brushing your clit to make you mewl. It felt good, the feeling of your fingers inside of you—but you knew Jeonghan’s cock would feel better. Way better. The thought of it made you moan, going a bit faster as you started to imagine it.

Jeonghan spanked you again. You hissed in pain, the sensation traveling straight to your cunt. If he kept going you knew you’d cum soon.

“More, Hannie…” you quietly begged, making him cock an eyebrow. He spanked you again, earning him another groan. “Like this?” he asked before spanking again. Your head fell down as you moaned, shifting on the bed while you felt yourself tighten around your fingers. You exhaled a breath and nodded soundlessly.

The mattress dipped behind you, feeling his hand grip your hip. “I think that’s enough. I want your boyfriend to watch me fuck you now.” Jeonghan smirked, humming as you stopped touching yourself to properly position yourself on the bed.

“I think if we leave him out he’ll get jealous, though,” Jeonghan chuckled, making eye contact with Seungcheol while gripping your hips to pull you flush against his cock. You gulped at the feeling before weakly nodding.

“Come lay down, Cheollie. We can both use her, hm?” Jeonghan suggested, the words making your tummy flutter.

Seungcheol hummed, getting closer before slowly taking off his shirt. “You want to suck me off while Hannie fucks you, baby?” he asked, licking his lips as he unbuckled his belt. “Yes.” you nodded, admiring his toned body.

“Of course you do. You’ve always been a needy slut.” Cheol grinned, pushing down his pants and boxers in one go.

You wanted to reply to that, but instead you gasped when the tip of Jeonghan’s cock suddenly brushed your hole, almost slipping in before stopping. You gripped the mattress, biting your lip as the man behind you chuckled.

You tried to focus, watching Seungcheol lay down on the bed before you. He was fully hard already, tip wet just from watching you and Jeonghan together. Jeonghan kept teasing your entrance, making your breath hitch every time he threatened to slip inside. Instead of waiting for him you grabbed your boyfriend’s thick cock, kissing his thigh as you spread his wetness with your hand.

“You look so pretty, baby.” Seungcheol softly pinched your cheek, making you smile. You looked at him as you slowly started to lick the tip, his cock immediately twitching in your hand.

It was funny how well you knew Seungcheol, how easy it was for you to have him how you wanted him. A staggered breath left his lips, jaw flexing as he watched you suck him—not fully taking him just yet.

Meanwhile Jeonghan had started dragging his cock from your pussy lips to your clit, having you tighten your grip on Cheol’s thighs when he started to torturously draw circles on it.

You kept watching Seungcheol, seeing him gulp when you slowly started taking more of his length, softly bobbing your head as you sucked. A low groan ripped from his throat, hand instinctively moving to your head.

As if Jeonghan had been waiting on you to have Cheol’s cock down your throat, he started to slowly ease inside of you. You moaned around the cock in your mouth, relishing the feeling of Jeonghan slowly stretching your pussy.

“Fuck.” you heard Cheol sigh, fingers tightening on your hair even more. He watched the sight in front of him with glossy eyes, his chest rising faster.

You moaned again when Jeonghan bottomed out inside of you, the vibration stimulating Seungcheol. You were still adjusting to Jeonghan’s length when he started to move already, hips smacking against your ass with every lazy thrust. The sound was dirty, as were the wet sounds of your mouth only igniting the heat of your skin.

“Such a good little toy,” Jeonghan smiled, lips curling up even more before he spanked your already sore ass. You instinctively jerked forward, accidentally taking Cheol’s cock further down your throat. Jeonghan laughed as you choked at the sudden intrusion, tears momentarily blurring your vision.

Seungcheol groaned. “So perfect letting us use your sweet holes.” he agreed, fisting your hair. You whimpered in response, the subtle burn of their cocks inside of you only spurring you on more.

The realization of what was happening prickled your neck, a veil of rough tingles engulfing your whole body.

Jeonghan picked up the pace, agile fingers finding your clit at once. You shuddered in response, a muffled moan escaping you. You gripped Cheol’s cock tightly, swirling your tongue around the top trying not to slack off with how Jeonghan was fucking you.

“You think Kwannie will come back after their live?” Seungcheol suddenly rasped, making eye contact with you whilst tugging you back on his cock again. Jeonghan hummed, pressing his fingers harder against your wet clit. His touch made you clamp down around him fruitlessly, more of your moans mixing filling the hotel room.

“Wouldn’t be too surprised. He gets fomo when we drink without him.” Jeonghan answered in amusement, the suggestion hanging in the air. Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth too stuffed with cock to respond to their mean attempt at trying to fluster you.

Seungcheol chuckled watching you, holding you in place to lazily thrust up your throat. “Would you like that, baby? For Seungkwannie to see how dirty you are?” he asked, free hand wiping your tears as you tried not to choke.

Your futile whimpers seemed to charm them. Jeonghan’s pelvis met your ass with a rough smack, your wet pussy lewdly squelching around him every time he bottomed out. You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure, feeling your muscles tense as your orgasm started to approach.

Your spit dripped down Cheol’s thighs, all the way to his balls. They tensed when you swallowed around him, making him groan loudly and pick up the pace. “Gonna take my cum? Ours?” Seungcheol asked through clenched teeth, thick eyebrows scrunched together.

You sucked him hard as a response, blinking your wet eyes. His lip quirked up, humming in satisfaction.

Jeonghan’s chest met your back, his weight pushing you down a bit before he started to move faster. You moaned loudly, knees shaking as all you could do was take what he was giving you.

It felt so good, letting them use your body like this. Like you were a doll existing merely for them and their pleasure. Wrapped around their finger. You truly felt like you were—caught in their little game.

Seungcheol exhaled a shuddered breath, pressing his cock deep inside of your warm mouth. You then felt his cum shooting inside, trying to swallow down all the tangy essence with a whimper. “God.” Cheol sighed, relishing his high while watching Jeonghan finish you off.

Cheol’s softening cock slipped from your mouth with a pop, allowing you to moan freely. Jeonghan took the opportunity to push you down flat, hand in your hair to hold you down. Your cheek pressed into Seungcheol’s thick thigh, Jeonghan’s balls smacking against your clit with every rough thrust.

“F-fuck, Hannie—“ you cried, fisting the mattress as you came hard, eyes rolling back. Your cunt tightening around Jeonghan earned you a deep groan, his thrusts going erratic.

He moaned again, and with a few more sloppy thrusts he nestled himself deep inside, pumping you full of his load until he had nothing left.

You liked how full you felt, exhaling a breath when Jeonghan slowly pulled out of you. “Are you okay, pretty?” he kissed your forehead, making you nod. Seungcheol patted your head, pulling you up to lie down next to him. “You did perfect, baby.” he whispered, cupping your cheeks to give you a kiss.

Tiredly, you smiled. Jeonghan laid down on the other side of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His arm rested atop your waist, fingers stroking the warm skin there.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Jeonghan suddenly whispered, looking at you. You met his gaze, noticing the pinkish flush on his fair skin. You had already talked about the whole situation the day before, but Jeonghan couldn’t help feeling a little bad about leaving you in the dark after that day, leaving you feeling guilty for what you’d given in to.

You didn’t have to think too long before you nodded with a smile. Jeonghan smiled back. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he asked, ruffling your hair. “Hey!” you giggled, pushing at his hand.

Seungcheol smiled watching you, fixing the hairs Jeonghan had messed up almost automatically. “She really is.” Cheol hummed, hand going down to play with the golden matching bracelet decorating your wrist.

Jeonghan noticed the warm gesture, and he realized he didn’t mind sharing the spotlight anymore, not if that meant he got to adore you together with his best friend.

Though everything was still early days, you felt happy about the ‘mistake’ you’d made. You didn’t exactly know how you felt just yet, but you knew you had the space and time to find out.

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content smut, semi-public, they’ve had alcohol but aren’t drunk, fake jealousy, (risk of) getting caught, sorry seungkwan, dirty talk, possessive language, pet names, making out, biting, marking, fingering & oral tag team (f), orgasm (f)

wc 224 (teaser) 1946 (full)

“You tired, baby?” Cheol cocked up his eyebrow as you moved from the couch to lay down on the thick futon. You shook your head. “Not really,” you told him, rolling on your back. You pulled the blanket over your body, exhaling a long sigh as you got comfortable.

“Yeah, because Mingyu’s muscles riled you up,” Jeonghan cut in, looking down at you with a grin from where he was standing.

Seungcheol took a seat next to you, frowning at what Jeonghan was saying. “What?” he asked in confusion.

Jeonghan chuckled, crouching down to get to your level. “She seemed to rather enjoy it when you changed Mingoo’s shirt.” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before looking back at Cheol.

“Oh? Did you?” Seungcheol cocked his head to the side, waiting for your reply.

Slowly, you nodded. “Am I not allowed to look?” you tried to tease, but the way they kept slowly coming closer to you was making it harder for you to focus. Seungcheol was leaning over you now, necklace dangling from his neck as he looked down at you.

“Are you trying to make us jealous?” Seungcheol whispered, his plump lip quivering up.

“Maybe,” you said, just for fun. You knew he was putting on an act, and you were hoping to get what you wanted by playing along.

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[mooniitlovers]

Angry Boys - Chan

Now Be A Good Girl

Tags: dom chan, angst, blow job deepthroat, bondage, unprotected sex, edging, oral sex, slight degradation, smut 18+

Word count: 4k

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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You weren’t supposed to go out.

That was the only rule he gave you tonight.

He was busy working late in the studio, and when you texted “I’m bored,” he replied fast and sharp:

“Stay home. Don’t make me come get you.”

But you didn’t listen.

You got dressed.

Put on that little top he hates—tight, black, cropped way too high.

And you left.

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You knew you fucked up the second the door closed.

Not slammed. Not banged.

Just… clicked shut.

It was quiet. You didn’t even turn around—you didn’t have to. You could feel him behind you. The weight of his presence. The fury he wore like a second skin.

The same fury he never said out loud.

That was the worst thing about Bang Chan.

He didn’t yell. Didn’t threaten. Didn’t explode.

He watched and he waited.

And when he was mad? Really, truly pissed?

He got quiet, scarily quiet.

Like right now.

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, fingers still wrapped around a glass of water you suddenly didn’t need anymore.

Your voice cracked first.

“Chan, I—”

“Where were you?”

Three words. Low. Measured. Like a warning wrapped in silk.

You swallowed hard, staring down at the countertop. “Out.”

“Not what I asked.”

You flinched.

He hadn’t even moved, and still, your entire body tensed like prey sensing a predator.

“I was with friends,” you said, softer now.

“Whose?”

You hesitated and he stepped forward.

Your breath caught.

“I told you not to go,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”

You nodded.

“And you went anyway.”

You nodded again.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

You turned then, slowly, unsure why your legs were shaking. “I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to—”

“To what?” His head tilted. “Piss me off? Test me? Show me how little you think of my rules?”

Your mouth opened. No sound came out.

That’s when he smiled.

Not the sweet, boyish smile you were used to.

No. This one was sharp. Slow. Dangerous.

The kind of smile you’d never seen on him before.

It made your stomach drop.

“I see,” he said softly, dragging the words out like honey.

He stepped forward again. One step. Then another.

You backed into the counter.

He didn’t stop.

“I give you rules,” he continued, “because I know how this works. I know how you work. I know what happens when you get bored.”

“Chan…”

“And what do you do?” He was close now. Too close. “You run off to some guy’s house. Let him touch what isn’t his.”

“I didn’t— No one touched me—”

Chan’s eyes darkened.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

You stared at him, chest rising and falling too fast. You didn’t understand why your thighs were clenching together. Why your pulse was racing in fear—or was it something else entirely?

Then his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Take your clothes off.”

Your lips parted. “What?”

He leaned in. His breath hit your cheek. “Now.”

You didn’t move.

He exhaled a humorless laugh.

“Still so stubborn.”

Then, without another word, he turned around and walked away.

You blinked.

Where was he going?

But he didn’t leave. He went to the living room. Sat down in the middle of the couch. Then spoke loud enough for you to hear:

“You’ve got ten seconds to come kneel. If I get to ten, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Your entire body pulsed.

That was the moment you realized…

This wasn’t casual anymore.

This wasn’t the friends-with-benefits arrangement you thought you had control over.

This was Chan, taking the reins you dropped the second you disobeyed him.

And he wasn’t going to give them back.

You didn’t even remember moving. One second you were frozen in the kitchen, heart punching your ribs. The next, you were walking—no, drifting—toward him like your body knew what to do even if your mind didn’t.

Ten seconds had passed. Probably more. He hadn’t called out again. He didn’t need to.

You found him on the couch, legs spread wide, head tilted back, one arm draped along the backrest like a king on a throne.

Your place was already waiting for you.

On the floor. Between his knees.

You stopped in front of him, fists clenched at your sides, your pride flaring up in one last flicker.

He looked at you then.

Not your face. Not your eyes.

He looked down.

“You’re not kneeling.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“Then don’t act like one.”

That landed like a slap. Your breath caught. He didn’t take it back.

The silence that followed stretched razor-thin.

And then, slowly, like the smallest white flag—

You sank.

First to your knees. Then to your heels. Hands in your lap. Eyes cast low.

There was a sharp inhale. His.

A beat. Maybe two.

Then he leaned forward.

“You disobeyed me,” he said quietly. “And then you lied to me. And now you’re on your knees.”

You nodded once. Shame bloomed low in your stomach—but it curled up with heat too.

He reached out and tilted your chin up.

His gaze was fire and ice.

“Do you think I like punishing you?”

“I…” You swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t.”

His thumb brushed your bottom lip.

“But I will.”

You almost whimpered.

He stood up, moving around you like a wolf circling its prey. The air behind you shifted as he knelt, leaned in, whispered at your ear.

“I want you to sit with it,” he murmured. “The guilt. The tension. The ache.”

Goosebumps swept your skin.

“I want you to feel how different everything is now. This isn’t just casual anymore, is it?”

You shook your head, lips trembling.

“Say it.”

“It’s not casual anymore.”

“Why?”

You blinked, breath stuttering. “Because I broke the rules.”

His hand slid down your arm, slow and deliberate.

“Because you’re mine,” he said. “And you’re going to learn exactly what that means.”

“I’m sorry”

“You want to play games?” His voice was low—barely above a growl. “Then open that bratty mouth and show me how sorry you are.”

He didn’t wait for you to obey.

Chan stood up, pulled his cock free, and slapped it across your face with a sharp smack that made your cheek sting. You flinched, but he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him.

“That’s right,” he sneered. “Eyes on me while I fuck that pretty little throat raw.”

You barely got your mouth open before he shoved his cock in, thick and heavy, filling your tongue and pushing deep without hesitation. You gagged around him instantly, but he didn’t ease up—not even a little.

“You thought you could act like a fucking brat and not pay for it?”

He shoved deeper.

“Now look at you. Exactly where you belong.”

You choked, drool already spilling down your chin as his hips snapped forward again—rough, punishing thrusts that didn’t give you space to breathe. His grip in your hair was brutal, controlling every movement of your head, using you like you were nothing but a hole to fuck the rage out of.

“Cry for me,” he bit out. “I want to see tears. I want you wrecked.”

And you were—mascara running, jaw aching, throat tight around his cock as he kept pushing deeper, harder. He slapped the base of his cock against your lips again just to watch you flinch and moan, then shoved it back down your throat until your eyes rolled.

“You hear that?” he grunted, voice ragged with control. “That sloppy little gag? That’s the sound of you being put in your fucking place.”

You gasped when he pulled out suddenly, your body sagging with the rush of air.

But it didn’t last.

He slapped his cock across your tear-streaked face again, then shoved it back into your mouth—deeper this time, holding your head still as he forced you to take every inch.

“Fucking useless unless you’ve got my dick in your throat, huh?”

You moaned around him. Shameful. Desperate.

“You better cum from this,” he growled. “You better be soaking the floor while I fuck your face or I swear—”

He cut himself off with a curse, thrusting once, twice—then groaning as his cock twitched deep in your throat. Your eyes watered harder, lungs burning as you swallowed around him like you were made for it.

And even as you choked, you reached between your legs, rubbing yourself frantically—because fuck, this was what you needed.

He yanked you off him with a wet pop, spit and cum dripping from your lips as he stared down at your wrecked face.

“You’re not done,” he hissed. “Get on the couch. Now.”

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You were already begging and he hadn’t even touched you properly.

The sharp look in Chan’s eyes was enough to undo every ounce of bravado you had left. You backed up a step—then another—bare feet scuffing against the floor as you tried to put space between the two of you.

“Don’t,” you whispered, voice shaky.

His stare dropped to your trembling legs, then dragged up your body with slow, dangerous precision. His jaw flexed once—tight, controlled—before he moved.

You turned to run. It was pure instinct.

But you didn’t get far.

In seconds he was behind you, one strong arm hooking around your waist as he dragged you back against his chest. His other hand clamped down over your mouth as you let out a gasp, muffled and desperate.

“I warned you,” he breathed against your ear. “Didn’t I?”

You shook your head frantically, but he ignored it.

He lifted you—just picked you up like you weighed nothing—and tossed you onto the bed. Your breath caught, wrists scrambling to push up, but Chan was already crawling over you, his thighs caging yours in, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you down.

“Stay,” he said, low and clipped.

Your heart was pounding.

You heard him shift behind you, the sound of fabric rustling—and when you turned your head to look, he was already looping a long strip of black cloth between his fingers.

“No—wait, I—”

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, using the cloth to bind them together. His knot was tight and fast, practiced.

“Too late for begging now,” he said. “You wanted to act like a brat?”

You whimpered.

“Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Chan sat back on his heels behind you, dragging your hips up into the air with a single, rough tug. Your chest stayed flush against the mattress, arms stretched out above your head, wrists locked tight in the soft fabric. You could barely move.

“Look at you,” he muttered, staring down at your soaked thighs. “Soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.”

He palmed your ass, spreading you open, watching the way you clenched. You whined, trying to push your face into the sheets.

He landed a hard slap across your skin.

You gasped, body jerking.

“That’s not where your attention belongs.”

He spanked you again—harder—and then again, until you were crying out with every strike, breathless and squirming.

“You backtalked,” he growled. Smack. “You disobeyed.” Smack. “And now you’re gonna take every second of this.”

He leaned down, his chest warm against your spine.

“You’re gonna thank me for it too.”

You swallowed hard, barely able to think through the sting and heat of his hands. “Th-Thank you,” you whispered.

He chuckled—cold, low.

“Not yet.”

And then you felt it—his fingers, slipping between your legs, stroking through your slick folds, teasing you with slow, cruel pressure that didn’t give you what you needed. You cried out, frustrated, your wrists straining against the binds.

But Chan was patient. So fucking patient.

“You don’t get my cock,” he murmured, “until you’ve earned it.”

Your wrists ached in the best way—tied tight, stretched out, your whole body bent into a position you couldn’t fight even if you tried. Not that you would.

Not when you felt Chan kneel behind you again, his rough hands trailing up your thighs like he was deciding what to devour first.

“You’ve made a mess of yourself,” he muttered, running his thumb through your soaked folds.

You whimpered at the contact, body twitching.

“Didn’t even get fucked, and you’re already dripping down your legs.” His voice was low, dangerous. “What kind of girl are you, hmm?”

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back just enough to speak into your ear.

“Answer me.”

Your voice was broken, breathless. “Y-Yours—”

He shoved your face back into the mattress with a grunt. “That’s right.”

Then he dropped lower behind you, spreading you open like it was nothing—hands firm on your ass, forcing you wide, fully exposed.

You gasped when you felt his mouth.

His tongue licked a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, teasing, almost gentle—but the grip on your hips said otherwise. Said you weren’t going anywhere.

And then he groaned.

The sound vibrated through your core, deep and feral.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste unreal.”

And then he dug in.

His mouth was ruthless, tongue working in steady, unrelenting circles over your clit while his hands held you down. Your knees trembled under the force of it. You tried to rock your hips, to chase that pressure—but he just tightened his grip until you couldn’t move an inch.

He flicked his tongue faster, then slower, dragging your orgasm right to the edge before pulling back, lips slick with you.

You whined—high and needy.

“Thought you were bratty,” he said. “Didn’t realize you were this easy.”

He lowered again, this time sucking hard on your clit, letting his nose bump against your skin as he groaned into your cunt. Your moans were broken, loud, shaking into the mattress.

And when he slipped his tongue into you, thick and slow, you screamed.

Your thighs shook, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter until—

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak. “Don’t you fucking come.”

You sobbed into the sheets, shaking from the denial. “C-Chan—please—”

But he dove back in, tongue moving faster, lips pulling you apart until your vision went white and your body betrayed you—

You came. Hard.

He felt it instantly—your muscles clenching around nothing, the sob that left your throat, the taste of you spilling over his tongue.

And then he froze.

He pulled back slowly, breathing hard, his mouth wet with your release.

You barely had time to gasp before he was speaking again—calm, dangerous.

“You didn’t just do that.”

Silence.

“You really came without permission.”

Your breath hitched.

“Alright,” he said, voice low and final. “You want to act like that? Fine.”

And before you could blink— He was grabbing your hips, lining himself up, and thrusting in.

The sound he made when he sank into you was feral—a low, guttural growl that vibrated through your bones. He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, hips flush to your ass, so deep you could feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice gravel. “You really came without my permission?”

You tried to speak—but all that came out was a wrecked little sob. He grabbed your bound wrists, yanked your arms back, and used them as leverage to pull you onto his cock again. Harder.

“Answer me.”

“I—I’m sorry��!”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I—I couldn’t help it—!”

He laughed—cold, dangerous. “Then let me help you.”

He dragged almost all the way out before slamming back in, again and again, every thrust deeper than the last, until your breath stuttered and your thighs shook. You were already so sensitive, so overstimulated from the orgasm he explicitly told you not to have, and he was nowhere near done.

One hand released your arms only to close around your throat, pulling you up until your back was pressed to his chest, your knees barely stable under the weight of his body.

“You like being used?” he whispered into your ear. “Being just a hole for me to fuck until I decide you’re worth more than that?”

You whined—completely at his mercy.

He tightened his grip on your neck, choking you just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

“I said,” he snarled, hips snapping into you with punishing rhythm, “do you like being used?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy—”

That name. That name.

He groaned darkly, slamming into you so hard your toes left the ground for a second.

“Of course you do. Fucking brat.”

His free hand came down hard on your ass—smack—then again, until the skin stung, and all you could do was take it, let him rut into you while you cried out into the sheets.

Then he bent you forward again, one hand fisting your hair this time, the other dragging down your back possessively. “Look at this,” he murmured, watching your body ripple with every thrust. “Taking me so well for someone who doesn’t know how to fucking listen.”

You were babbling by now, some mix of apologies and moans and desperate pleas for more—words you didn’t even know you were saying, your body already starting to tighten again, dangerously close to coming.

He noticed. He always noticed.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, slapping your clit once, sharp and precise. You screamed.

“Please—please, I can’t—!”

“You can.” He leaned over your back, kissed your shoulder almost mockingly, then bit it. “You’ll come when I say so, and not a second before.”

Your hands struggled against the cloth binding you, but there was no escape—only the relentless rhythm of his hips, the stretch of his cock, the burn of need threatening to swallow you whole.

He pulled out suddenly, and you cried out at the loss—only to be flipped over roughly, legs pushed wide, knees to your chest. The look in his eyes was deadly.

“You want to come so badly?”

You nodded, eyes wild, begging silently.

“Then earn it.”

He shoved back in, deeper than before, and started fucking you like a man possessed. Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles tense, his voice a constant stream of filth between gritted teeth.

“Losing your fucking mind on my cock… Look at you. Crying for it.”

Your vision blurred with tears.

“Say it,” he snarled, grabbing your cheeks to force your eyes to his. “Say whose you are.”

“Y-Yours, Daddy—!”

“And who does this pussy belong to?”

“You—Only you—!”

He growled again, nearly folding you in half as he drove into you harder, faster, until you were screaming his name into the room, your second orgasm detonating like a bomb inside you, every muscle locking tight.

And this time?

He let you have it.

He watched you fall apart, eyes fixed on your trembling body as he finally gave in, pulled out just in time to stroke himself fast over your stomach, cum spilling hot and thick across your skin with a ragged moan of your name.

“Fuck… fuck—”

Then silence.

Only the sound of your shattered breathing, the tremble in your thighs.

Then soft hands untied your wrists. Warm fingers cupped your cheeks.

“Hey…” he whispered, thumb brushing away a tear. “You okay?”

You nodded, dazed.

“You really drive me insane, you know that?”

You smiled, weak and ruined.

“I like making you crazy.”

He laughed, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He stayed there for a moment, just kneeling between your legs, his breathing still ragged, sweat dotting his flushed skin.

You were a mess—trembling, legs spread, slick and cum coating your thighs and stomach. But the moment he looked at you again, all that brutal dominance melted into something tender. His expression shifted.

“Hey, baby.” His voice was soft now, impossibly gentle.

He leaned down, kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips—slow and unhurried, like he hadn’t just ruined you minutes ago.

“You okay?” he murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, but your body was still twitching.

“I’m gonna clean you up, yeah?”

You hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved over your body—soft now, tracing bruises with guilt-lined fingers, kissing your wrists where the cloth had pressed into your skin. He wiped between your legs with warm, damp cloths, whispering apologies when you flinched.

“There we go… good girl. You did so well.”

You should’ve been spent, drifting. But then he kissed your chest—first out of affection.

Then again.

And again.

And then he lingered, mouth warm and open over your nipple, and your eyes snapped open.

“Chan…”

He hummed around you, tongue circling before he gently sucked, wet and slow.

“I thought…” you breathed. “I thought we were done…”

He looked up, and his eyes were anything but innocent.

“I said i wasn’t.” he murmured, switching to the other breast, dragging his teeth softly over the tender skin. “And I remembered how good these taste.”

You whined, arching as his hand slipped up your ribs, cupping one breast while his mouth worked the other.

“You’re still sensitive,” he said, almost in awe. “Still twitching every time I touch you…”

“Chan—!”

“You can take it. One more.” His lips curved into a wicked grin as he latched on again, tongue flicking fast against your nipple while his fingers rolled the other.

The ache between your thighs returned like a flame sparking to life.

Your hands found his curls, tugging, and he groaned softly against your chest, only sucking harder, sloppier now—like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough.

Your hips shifted on instinct.

“You gonna come just from this?” he murmured against your skin. “From me sucking on your pretty tits like this?”

You moaned, and he didn’t stop—licking, sucking, kneading you like you were his personal obsession.

“I could do this all night,” he whispered. “Look at how wrecked you are already. One more, baby. Let me have one more.”

And honestly?

You were helpless to deny him.

His hand trailed down your stomach, fingers brushing over your puffy clit like a ghost. Just enough to make you jerk.

“Fuck, you’re soaked again.”

He chuckled darkly and sucked harder at your nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue before gently biting down—just enough to make your back arch.

Then his fingers returned, sliding over your folds, deliberately avoiding your clit.

“I didn’t even touch you yet,” he said, licking a circle around your nipple. “You’re dripping already.”

“Chan—” you gasped, but he cut you off with another deep suck, tongue dragging over the wet, sensitive skin as he slipped two fingers between your legs and finally rubbed tight circles on your clit.

Your whole body jolted.

“Oh my god—”

“There it is,” he purred, watching you squirm. “Look at you—hips rocking, tits bouncing while I suck on them and make you come on my fingers like a good girl.”

The pleasure was building again, sharper now, and too fast. He was sucking you like he was starving, moaning into your chest, fingers relentless on your clit while you writhed beneath him.

“C-Chan—!”

“You gonna come for me again?” he murmured, still flicking your nipple with his tongue. “Gonna soak my fingers while I suck on your pretty tits like they’re mine?”

You cried out, thighs shaking, hips jerking up as that pressure snapped.

You came—hard—legs trembling, moans strangled, head thrown back against the pillow while his fingers slowed down just enough to let you ride it out.

He didn’t stop licking your nipple, though. Didn’t stop dragging those sinful fingers in slow, wet circles.

You twitched again. And again.

Too much.

“Too much—!”

“Shh, I got you,” he whispered, lifting his head to kiss your mouth this time, swallowing your desperate whimpers. “So good. So perfect. I could fuckin’ worship this body all night.”

You collapsed, breathless, overstimulated, skin on fire—and Chan was still there, touching, kissing, whispering sweet filth like he had all the time in the world to love you apart.

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Authors note: And we have come to the end of the Angry boys series! It was fun writing all that smutty angst lol 😂 NOW WE CAN START TAKING REQUESTS!

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[mooniitlovers]

toxic delulu ex sunghoon x reader texts

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Warnings: being high n drunk, suggestive language, kissing , idk ok gn

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[mooniitlovers]

Seungmin hard thoughts:

He would definitely make you fuck yourself with your fingers while he watches from his chair "3 fingers? Such a desperate whore ts ts"

He would definitely grab your hair, spit on his boots and make you lick them "I said LICK!! you filthy fucking slut!"

He would totally cum on the counter and make you rub your pussy to the counter "whores don't deserve to be bred"

He would most likely tie a leash on your neck and pull to make you crawl towards him when you're bratty "see? You CAN do what I say"

He would definitely flog your clit hard enough for you to hiss and cry before he shoves the flogger's handle into your sopping cunt "awww, you're crying? Pathetic."

He would undoubtedly put you on all fours and make you crawl with the flogger's handle still inside your cunt "Just like a bitch in heat. The only thing that's missing is-" and he slaps your ass until you cry louder when the handle fucks harder into you with every slap.

He would surely keep you on your knees and pull the flogger's tails, moving the flogger inside you while his other hand keeps your head buried into his pubes "can't breathe? GOOD."

He would totally slap your face making you choke on his cum, tears mixing with snot and drools as you moan against his cock when he shakes your head "nothing but a useless cum dump" before he slaps your forehead and pushes you on the floor, legs widely spreaded in front of him.

He'd twist the flogger's leathery handle inside you before moving it with the tip of his boot, up and down and slightly pushing, growling at you "did I say you can touch yourself? You fucking cock craving whore!!"

He'd get angry and grab your neck, making you gasp before he spits in your mouth. You cough, chocking on his spit and yours as he watches your face turning red and your tears rolling on your cheeks "the harder you rub your clit, the harder you'll choke. Don't push me, y/n. I'll make you my piss whore if you don't stop"

He'd laugh maniacally when your eyes sparkle and widen at the word "piss" and you continue rubbing your clit as he softens the hold on your neck and pulls out the flogger, leaving your cunt empty and needy, clenching on nothing but slickness and air.

He'd slam his cock deep inside you, mercilessly pounding you, tapping the flogger's handle on your lips "you taste good isn't it?". You moan and nodd against the leather, sucking and licking it clean as he watches you fall apart piece by piece on his cock.

"Fuck such a good fucktoy" he'd speak through gritted teeth when your pussy walls tighten around his cock and your cries get louder. He'd pull out when you're about to cum and then slam into you again when you stop clenching.

"Awww, cry all you want. If you would’ve stopped touching yourself, you'd get to cum. But you, being a filthy cunt, you wanted to be used as a fucking toilet." he would humm and glare at you as the warm liquid leaks on your clit and washes over your folds, dripping and mixing with your wetness.

He'd definitely slap your clit with his cock just to hear the splashing sounds and watch you writhe and arch your back everytime he slaps. He'd spit on your soaked cunt "now make yourself cum without touching yourself"

"I don't fucking care that you can't!! Shut the fuck up and make yourself cum. You have one minute. 59...58...57...56..." he'd sit back and count, watching you clench your pussy and press your thighs together searching for a bit of friction.

"7...6...5...good girl" he'd proudly smirk when you scream in pleasure and plead between tears "please touch me, Sir, please"

"You're lucky that you're MY filthy slut and I love the fuck outta you." as he sits between your legs and leans forward to kiss your forehead and your lips "You did very good, kitten"

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[mooniitlovers]

bf! skz x fem! reader: he ditches you for his girl best friend (hyung line ver.)

genre: ANGST! warnings: mentions of pregnancy in changbin's, general asshole-y behavior A/N: i love when you guys ask me for mean and horrible things <3 this was an anon request where the prompt was "he ditches you during an important event for your girl best friend" (the ask is linked HERE) i have mixed feelings about this trope because on one hand i don't believe in fighting over a man, but on the other hand i DO love making reader suffer, so in the end i decided to give it a try. not very confident i succeeded tbh 😬 but ig we'll find out

maknae line version HERE

chan + minho part 2 HERE | changbin + hyunjin part 2 HERE

chan:

minho:

changbin:

hyunjin: