moonlightwonie

[moonlightwonie]

hey um idk how to go about this in a non-patronizing way but 'heyy baby girl (or boy)' is not how you do gender neutral writing 😭 it instantly cuts off the flow and disconnects the reader from what they're reading... don't be discouraged though, you're doing good but i think you'll do even better with more reference

i apologize, i didn’t mean to upset or offend anyone! it was originally for f!readers but someone had asked if it could be for m!readers too, then another asked if it could just be gender neutral; so i had changed it to gender neutral, but i wasn’t thinking fully when i changed it, so i forgot to change that line in particular. so again, i’m very sorry and i promise going forward that i’ll do better when it comes to gender neutral writing and put more thought into my words. thank you for being nice about it though, i appreciate it 🥺🫶🏼

[moonlightwonie]

Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

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you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

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i hope you enjoyed that, i apologize if that wasn’t you had in mind! i hope you guys liked it hehe<333

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[moonlightwonie]

Husband sunghoon who likes cockwarming a lot😩

TW: DRABBLE SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI‼️

husband!sunghoon x gn reader<3 || word count: 0.1k

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sunghoon loves whenever he gets to cuddle with you after a long day of work! there’s just something about finishing off a long, stressful day with you in his arms (+the two of you under some comfy blankets) that makes him feel so safe and content, it makes the long wait worth it. he’s soooo obsessed with you and always wants to feel you as close as possible. often times you’ll even let him slip himself inside you and just stay there while you guys cuddle. having his length buried inside you just made him feel sooo so so good, it made him feel even closer to you. even if you two weren’t in the mood to have sex, you know how much enjoyed having you wrapped around him, especially after not being with you all day! he definitely would kiss your neck and your shoulder a lot while you cuddle, and lots of “i love you” ‘s aswell. he loves you so so much, especially when you warm his cock <333

[moonlightwonie]

i woke up n seen that i had received a few interesting requests! i’m gonna get to working on a couple of them today<3 👀

feel free to keep sending me more, just make sure to read through my request rules! thank youuu ♡

[moonlightwonie]

requests are open! 𓆩♱𓆪

does anyone have any fic requests/suggestions? 👀 send me some ideas, idols, & fantasies to write about!

*** before submitting a request, make sure to look over my request rules. thankyouuu <3

[moonlightwonie]

hey darling 🫶🏻 I adore your account, I always look forward to your next post 😁😁

could I maybe request something a pregnancy sex Drabble with hoon?

just him making love to reader while adoring her bump?

~ahh thank you so much, you’re so sweet🥹🫶🏼 n sure i’d love to!!! <3

smut, pregnancy, praising, & breeding

sunghoon x pregnant f!reader || word count: 0.2k

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hoon would be so gentle and tender with you, both in the bedroom and outside of it too<3 the boy always made sure to treat you like his queen and always made sure to make you feel happy and satisfied. hovering over you with your legs wrapped around his waist, sunghoon held each of your hands in his own against the mattress, working you open slow and steadily with his cock. “you.. you look so pretty” he’d praise you with admiration in his eyes and his breathing heavy, “you’re glowing, my love”. his chocolate eyes would shift down to your tummy, adoring it and smiling as whimpers fell from his lips. he absolutely loved you and your little baby bump, especially knowing it was his baby that you’d been carrying in your womb. his soft hands would caress your tummy, leaning down to pepper it a soft kiss every now and then. “i love you so much” he’d constantly whisper to you, feeling him nearing his climax before crashing his lips into yours and kissing you passionately. “you two are my whole world” he’d mutter breathlessly against your lips. “w-we love you too, hoon”, hearing him groan in your ear and feeling him flood your walls. he’d then clean you up and cuddle you whilst gently rubbing your bump, “i love you, y/n”. <333

[moonlightwonie]

꧁ first time with your bf jungwon (part 1 of ?) ꧂

‼️TW: smut, nsfw, mdni‼️

jungwon x f!reader || word count: 0.7k

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you and your boyfriend jungwon had been dating for a few months. spending almost every waking second thinking about eachother and wishing you could be together all of the time. as time went on and you two began spending more time with one another, the two of you were finding it harder and harder to keep your hands off of eachother. although you both agreed that you’d want to try and wait so that your first time together was special and spontaneous, you guys would take turns exploring eachothers bodies with your hands, but you’d never taken things any further.

whenever your boyfriend would start looking deep into your eyes with that look, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts clean or his hands off of you. his hands would linger under your shirt and give your breasts a small squeeze, your fingers finding their way into his soft locks and tugging at them ever so gently. quiet whimpers would fall from the raven haired boys mouth, only making him kiss you deeper. moving his hands to your hips and pulling you in closer, jungwon wanted to feel you as close as physically possible. you thought it was cute seeing how needy your boyfriend was for you, especially when you barely did anything to provoke such a reaction out of him.

“what is it, wonie? tell me what you want“ you’d ask as you straddled his lap and look down into your boyfriends pretty eyes, both your own and your boyfriends cheeks flushed at the sudden change in positions and wave of confidence you’d exuded from your question. his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his gaze flickered from your eyes, to your lips, and then back to your eyes. “‘want you… i want you, y/n” he’d mutter as he felt all of the blood in his body begin to migrate to one place in particular. his words alone sent shivers down your spine, feeling an ache between your thighs as your cheeks grew even warmer.

you’d then lean into him and gently press your soft lips against the nape of his neck before moving them up to his ear and whispering into it, “you’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that”, teasing him as you giggled softly before pulling away so that you can look into his eyes again. he both hated and loved whenever you’d tease him, it made him roll his eyes and snicker, grinning as he shook his head. honestly, in his eyes he thought that you couldn’t get any hotter, but he was eager to be proven wrong. “mmm cute… very cute” he’d say before poking the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek. he moved his hands to your hips and began pushing you down onto his growing bulge, sitting up some more so that you two were now face to face, only inches away from each others noses touching.

“do you feel that, baby? do you feel how badly i want you? how badly that i need you?” he’d grin mischievously as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he looked deep into your eyes. you could feel the anticipation and hunger pooling up in your stomach. jungwon had always had such a way with his words, but this time he had left you feeling absolutely mesmerized, speechless, and (most importantly) wanting nothing more than to just give yourself to him in every way. “then have me… take me, please?” you asked as you felt his growing bulge against your clothed warmth. jungwon knew that you’d never gone all the way before (neither had he), so he was a little nervous that he may not be as good as you might’ve been anticipating for your first time to , but he was more than willing to exercise that and try his very hardest to give you the time of your life.

“‘gonna take real good care of you, pretty, don’t worry” he said softly before pulling you in closer to him, crashing his lips into yours and kissing you deeply as his hands remained firmly on your hips, rocking them back and forth against his pelvis. you whimpered softly at the friction, feeling the tension building up as you placed your hands on each of his broad shoulders for support before grinding yourself against his lap. the soft grunts and heavy breathing coming from him was enough to make you flood your panties. god, he sounded so fucking hot. oh. my. g o d. <3

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ahh i hope you guys liked it! it was my first time writing smut, so i apologize if it wasn’t very good! if you’d like for me to post a continuation, please let me know and i’ll gladly do so! thank you for reading, feel free to reblog if you enjoyed it <3

[moonlightwonie]

♡ enhypen — park jay（ lend a hand ）|| nsfw, mdni.

bff ! soft dom ! jay x fem ! sub ! reader — smut. f2l. uni au. non idol au. — wc 10.1k — warnings: food mentions & consumption. please let me know if i missed anything! nsfw warnings under cut.

— if this fic sounds familiar, you might have read it from my old blog except w/ svt's wonwoo. this piece is not stolen.

minors and ageless blogs please do not interact.

— nsfw warnings: use of pet names baby, angel, princess. slight teasing. protected penetrative sex. fingering. please let me know if i missed anything!

♡ reblogs and feedback are appreciated - happy reading!

the heavy weight of guilt that seemed to bind itself to your shoulders became more and more unbearable as you make your way down the dormitory’s hall, searching the wall for a very specific set of letters and numbers. although he told you that it would never be a bother to help you - that you could come to him for anything and everything - it didn’t change the fact you still felt as if he didn’t say it with full confidence.

you had always done your best to never take your friends’ kindness for granted, always ensuring you could do various tasks yourself or that you didn’t need the extra help with studying. but unfortunately, the front you put up to feign perfect diligence and organization was bound to fall over time.

you check your phone once more, ensuring that you were, in fact, at the correct dorm before bumping your knuckles against the wood no more than thrice, distinct enough for it to be heard by the dorm’s single inhabitant, but soft enough to not disturb his nearby neighbors.

taking a step back, you can hear a bit of rustling, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you - in a rather panicked state - make sure you even look presentable; the harsh winds between the library and the dorms doing much more damage to your previously unwrinkled sweater than you could have predicted.

the lock undoes itself, and only a second later you see the familiar rectangular glasses of your beloved friend with a smile on his face; a gesture you are surely mirroring to him.

“hi, y/n,” he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a small cheshire-like smile as he opens his door wider. “come on in, you can set your things on my bed.”

in moments like these, you are thankful for jay's introverted ways. if he were to not value his alone time as much as he does currently, you might have had to introduce yourself to one - or possibly even more - residents in his living space.

you nod, following his instruction and slinging your bag off of your shoulder once you make it to his room, letting it sink into the grey comforter sprawled across his mattress. “so,” jay begins, catching your attention as you turn to face where he stands at his doorway. “what is it exactly you’re struggling with? or would you rather save that for later and just, y’know, relax, maybe,” he says, his own tone questioning but laid-back, allowing you the comfort of knowing he is content with either option.

“i think…” you begin to trail off, subconsciously sitting yourself upon his neatly made bed beside your bag, finding yourself wishing to stay there longer. “i think relax, if that’s alright.”

earning a nod, jay smiles fully, showing his teeth as his nose scrunches the smallest bit. “i could use a break from studying as well,” he concludes, making his way closer, grabbing your bag, and carefully placing it on his desk chair. “would you wanna watch something then? i’m sure there’s a new release that’ll distract us for a bit.”

you watch him grab a playstation controller from a mounted shelf and turn on the console before easing himself onto the bed next to you, legs dangling off the edge as you push yourself to lay against his headboard. booting up netflix, he joins you, back pressing against the dark leather frame with a sigh.

“genre?” he questions, turning to face you as you purse your lips into a straight line.

“i’m fine with anything, maybe something that’s like… calm? something that can help with the relaxing mood we want, y’know?” you suggest, earning a nod from jay as he returns his focus to the screen before you both.

scanning through the various movies available, you both settle for one, the controller now on his bedside table as he lifts the covers from under himself.

“i’m gonna use these, but if you want a blanket or anything i can go grab you one,” he offers, sliding his legs under the comforter as the first few scenes of the movie start to sound throughout the small dorm. “or if you’re comfortable with it, we can both use them," he lifts the edge of the comforter, offering you a space to slide in next to him if you wished to; you oblige.

thanking him, you turn back to the movie - trying your hardest to think what could have happened in the short moments you missed - as you find yourself falling deeper into the bed’s warm comfort.

it wasn’t a secret your friend had a difficult time standing up against lower temperatures, so it didn’t faze you much when he bunched up the comforter at his waist, creating a small pocket for his hands to reside in.

even with the distance between yourselves, you could feel some of his body heat radiating off of him, especially along your legs under the blanket where the heat was only amplified. truthfully, the longer the movie went on, the harder it was to keep track of whatever plot there was; something that didn’t go unnoticed by the man next to you.

“you okay?” he whispers, almost as if you two were in a theater rather than his dorm room. “you seem a little out of it, y/n.”

you nod and let an exhale slip through your nose, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding in jay's direction. “i’m fine,” you reassure, but the look jay gave you proved he didn’t believe you.

“i’ve known you for, what? two years now?”

“two and a half,” you interject, earning a shake of the head and a bashful smile.

“either way, i’ve known you long enough to know you aren’t telling me the truth,” grabbing the controller, he pauses the movie, hiking one leg up further to face you properly on the bed. “what’s goin' on?”

he always made it difficult for you to not come clean to him about how you’re feeling, his attentiveness always amazes you. you take a deep sigh, letting your head fall back against the headboard before you speak.

“uni’s just . . . been a lot,” you say, turning your head to the side to capture jay within your view, his eyes trained on your own; how they always were. “i’ve been feeling insecure about my studies, and even more now that exams are coming up. it’s all just been weighing down on me lately.”

while the words you spoke were truthful, it most definitely wasn’t the reason you were distracted during the movie - jay's soft gaze locking with your own isn’t helping the dull ache in your heart. he nods, turning to face the now freeze-frame of a scene on the screen while he thinks of a reply. you could practically see the cogs turning in his brain, wanting to offer you absolutely anything that could help with that insecure feeling you were succumbed to.

“is that why you wanted to come over and study?” he asks, and even though he already knew the answer, he found himself needing to hear you confirm it. when you nod, he hums in understanding.

“i think,” he begins, his hands freeing themselves from the comforter-cocoon they had occupied up until this moment, laying them atop his legs as the comforter lays below. “i think you need to consider how you feel outside of your workload. i’ve seen your agendas every now and then, and i’ll tell you, that’s a lot of shit for one person to do in the amount of time you’re given.

“i think you need to take off-days like this more often. allow yourself to be worry free for even just a few hours. let yourself recharge and, y’know, get that needed energy back,” he turns back to you, a soft smile on his face. you could tell he was trying his best to console you - an action that was admirable within itself. “maybe this is a sign that we should hang out again; watch movies together or go out more often.”

you chuckle, the sound of his soft, shy laughter accompanying your own. “maybe i should follow that sign, then,” you conclude. “thank you, jay.”

“you know that you don’t have to thank me,” he replies. “you’ve helped me many many times since we’ve known each other. the least i could do now is help you when i can.”

“you still deserve to be thanked.”

“if it helps you sleep at night, then you’re welcome. now-” he readjusts himself to face the television again, grabbing the controller. “are you actually interested in this movie? or should we do something else, 'cause i can not tell you a single thing that’s happened within the last, like, twenty minutes.”

you raise your brows, a smile playing on your lips. “what’s got you distracted? we talked about me; it’s your turn now.” jay lets out a deep laugh at your eager tone, shaking his head and letting his bangs fall over his eyes, still protected by his glasses.

“nothing to tell,” he shrugs, your eyes squinting at him in disbelief, causing him to laugh again. “just have some things on the mind.”

“school stuff?” you inquire, noting how he shakes his head negatively.

“nah,” he says. “just some other things.”

“jay,” you call. at the mention of his name - in a much more stern tone than you rather call him with - he turns to you once more. “you can talk to me, you know that right? like you said; you’ve helped me so many times, it’ll never be a bother to do the same for you. we’ve been friends for two and a half years-”

in the middle of speaking, you notice his gaze falter. how his brows lower a bit and how the curl at the corners of his lips straighten out just a tad.

“-so trust me when i say that you can count on me, always.”

although to yourself it felt as if you were preaching, you knew jay wasn’t getting that impression, seeming to hang on to the end of your sentence as he processed it all.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about my relationships with people. which ones are the most important to me, stuff like that,” he seems to mimic your exact actions as you had when explaining your internal dilemma - leaning his head against the headboard as he closes his eyes.

“don’t worry, though,” he starts again. “my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it.”

his words pull at your heartstrings, a soft yet prominent chill running up your body - subconsciously reaching your hand to grasp his within your own, your thumb running along the backs of his knuckles.

“jay,” you say, drawing out the last letter as he cranes his neck to see you, a small smile on your face at his kind words. “i want to be with you as long as i can be. our relationship is important to me, too.”

he smiles at your words, bringing his gaze down his lap and watching as your fingers begin to play with his, finding himself turning his hand palm-up and weaving his fingers with your own.

the atmosphere felt much more serene, jay getting off his chest what he’s been feeling for quite some time - even if it was incredibly indirect as well as disguised as a dilemma with every relationship rather than just the dynamic between you two.

with your vacant hand, you grab the controller, saying how you’ll choose the movie this time because you “have an eye for this kind of thing.” jay didn’t argue, he simply watched as you navigated through the movies on screen, and he could help the way his heartbeat increased watching you use the controller with only one hand in favor of keeping the other locked with his.

the air conditioning starting up stirred you awake - unbeknownst to you that you had even fallen asleep in the first place. the dull hum wasn’t the cause of you waking, but rather the gust of chill air that flooded the dorm at an alarming rate.

the movie you had selected was now complete, other recommendations on the dimmed screen, indicating it was close to going into sleep mode. you don’t bother to grab the controller from the other side of jay, seeing as he’s sound asleep as well and you don’t wish to disturb him.

sitting up slightly and angling yourself towards the window, you notice how a blanket of darkness seemed to envelope your campus, small stars peeking through and illuminating the otherwise black sky. although you had just woken up, the sight of the calm, serene city was enough to make your eyes droop, allowing yourself to lean back into the pillows, getting in a more comfortable position to sleep. surely jay wouldn’t mind me spending the night, right? you hope.

you lull yourself back to sleep, the warm embrace of the blankets being too welcoming to ignore. all is quiet until you hear a soft groan, followed by blankets shuffling beside yourself. realizing your own rustling might have woken up your friend, a pang of guilt slices at your chest, heart racing as adrenaline courses through you at the possible confrontation from a grumpy jay.

instead - and to your own shock - jay shuffles closer, perhaps chasing your body heat and pulls you to his side, one arm snaking under your waist while the other simply rests atop your stomach. the pressure was light, barely even there as your body stiffened under his touch.

he most definitely was unconscious - that was something you easily concluded by his even breathing against your shoulder; perhaps if you weren’t as taken aback by his sudden closeness, the soft rhythm would help aid you in your slumber. unfortunately for you, you were - in fact - taken aback; but not disappointed with his closeness - why you feel that way is something you would much rather address with yourself in time, even if the answer has always been at the forefront of your mind.

where his hands lay limp previously now are digging into the soft material of your sweater in an attempt to pull you closer; you knew he was just trying to get warmer, but the action still caused a heat to rise within you.

haphazardly, you try to help; maneuvering yourself onto your side facing him and wrapping your arms around jay without disturbance. thankfully, the plan proved to be successful, your body now pressed against his torso as your cheek rests on his chest.

his hands - with such natural instinct that it made your head spin - splayed across your back, fully extending his fingers to gather as much warmth as he can as well as keep you securely pressed to himself. his legs found their way tangled with your own, effectively trapping you against him.

you didn’t have it in you to readjust for three reasons. one: you knew he needed the warmth - his complaints about being cold so often and pulling his sweater sleeves over his palms as if it’s part of his daily routine being enough evidence of such. two: you didn’t wish to wake him, knowing that the mental strain he’s enduring is surely tiresome, not to mention his school workload and job on top of it all. and three - and while this one is incredibly selfish - you’ve always wanted to be this close and comfortable with him.

he’s never been a big physical touch person, at least not with you. and it sent an electric shock through you whenever he grabbed your hand to guide you somewhere or put a friendly arm around your shoulder. that same electric shock rose within you at this - albeit being much calmer now as time progresses forward.

with his gentle breathing and steady heartbeat against your ear, you feel your own begin to match his rhythm, falling back into a deep sleep while in the arms of the man you have been secretly pining over for the last few months.

when you finally awake once more, it’s to the sound of footsteps. the light shines through the window as you sit up, the blanket falling into your lap as you take in your surroundings - and most notably - the empty spot beside you.

your back arches as your arms stretch above your head, fishing your phone from your sweater pocket - that you happened to leave there, not expecting yourself to fall asleep or even spend the night at all - and noting the bright 8:14 AM on your screen.

reluctantly, you rise from jay's bed, feeling as your muscles adjust to being used after remaining idle for a few hours. smoothing your sweater, you waltz into the main room, hearing a noise from the small kitchen located within the dorm.

assuming it was jay, you proceed, prediction proving itself to be correct as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. he catches you standing in the doorway from the corner of his eye, his gaze landing on your slightly slouched form only a moment later.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” he beams, reaching into the cabinet to grab another mug and setting it beside his own. “coffee?”

you shake your head negatively. “i think i’ll just go for water right now, thank you, though.”

jay nods, instead moving to his fridge and pulling out a water pitcher and pouring it into your mug. after placing the pitcher back and handing your cup to you, he continues with making his beverage of choice.

slowly taking a sip, the cold drink jolts your senses awake - something you were quite thankful for in this moment, jay clearly ready to start his day while you’re still adjusting to the sudden light.

“did you sleep okay? i tried not to move too much once i woke up,” he says, giving you a side glance as he continues preparing his coffee. there wasn’t a grand distance between you two in the cramped kitchen, but enough to have small details slip past if you weren’t looking closely.

and closely you were certainly looking, taking in each hair that stuck out of place from moving in his sleep - and probably running his hands through the strands once he awoke - and how his face was still a bit puffy from sleeping; the most important to you was the faint blush that dusted over his cheeks. if it was due to his comment about you sleeping together or a natural morning flush, you were unsure.

if you were to be sure of one thing, though, it’d be how your stomach flipped seeing him with such a soft expression, naturally glowing as he slowly warmed up to the world around himself.

“i slept well,” you reply, eyes shifting away from him as you feel you’ve been staring too long for comfort. “i’m sorry for crashing here.”

“please,” he says, a sense of disbelief in his voice. “you’re always more than welcome to come over, and that includes impromptu sleepovers. it’s really no issue.

“you made the bed warmer, which is always a plus for me,” he adds, finally taking a sip from his perfectly prepared coffee and sighing in content, turning to lean his lower back against the end of the small countertop.

your cheeks heat up at his comment, confirmation that - at the very least - he enjoyed having you there with him and that close. you both drink in silence, choosing to not disturb the calm atmosphere you found yourself in while you enjoy your morning together. as the sun rises, natural light floods the dorm, proving there to be no need for artificial lighting as the day grows.

it felt pleasant on your skin, warmth from the blanket of light that shone down on the both of you; you were content. in your moments of thought, you fail to notice how jay had flicked his gaze toward you, watching with a delicate smile on his face as you slowly came-to.

it was rare he got to see you in such a state, always having changed your appearance in some way from when you woke up once you met him on campus. it was a pleasant change; a change he thought he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“we should do sleepovers more often,” he suddenly breaks the silence, voice no louder than necessary to address you from a few feet away. “i can take the couch next time, though.”

“you know i would never make you sleep on the couch, jay,” you correct, a half-smile on your lips as he chuckles.

“is that you agreeing to more sleepovers?”

you take a second to ponder on the offer, knowing very well that whatever you currently felt for your best friend would only grow with each night you spend with him. in the middle of your thought, you are forced back to the night prior when jay had confided in you about how he viewed your relationship with one another.

“my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it.”

you smile softly at the memory, and with an - albeit hesitant - nod, you smile at him. “i think i am.”

if you had known previously how torturous it would be to be next to jay every night, you don’t think you would have agreed to spend every second of your depleting days with him.

he was in no way treating you poorly - it was actually the exact opposite - and that is precisely what made the whole ordeal torturous. showing up only for there to be an extra plate of food for you, even if you didn’t announce your arrival to him (he just knew). whenever he started keeping skin care products in his bathroom, going out of his way to buy new ones specifically for when you stayed over instead of having you bring yours every time. when he cleared out an entire section of his closet and dresser for you to fit your clothes into so you wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his - even if you loved wearing them and he loved seeing you in them.

it’s only been a month and a half since you began staying over a few nights each week, and you could very much feel yourself growing more fond of your friend - the most difficult part was the internalized feeling that it was all one-sided.

you take a deep breath, swallowing the food jay had ordered in for you both before leaning back in your seat. the air wasn’t awkward, but there was a certain tension that lingered, and that was surely to be one-sided as jay continued with his meal, seemingly unbothered.

poking and prodding at the take-out with your utensils, jay speaks up. “are you finished?” he asks, standing and reaching his hand out to take your plate if you chose to give it to him.

“thank you, jay,” you say, handing him the dish as he abandons his own half-eaten plate in favor of washing yours - always a gentleman. in truth, it became harder and harder to be subjected to his kindness, your intoxicated brain taking each gesture as reciprocated feelings; something you know you should not do.

you make your way over to him, fully intending to hug him goodbye when he places the plate in the sink, switching off the faucet, turning around - and with, unfortunately, wet hands - places them on your shoulders to halt your movement.

“why the sudden change of heart? was it the food or me?” his eyes show nothing but pure worry; worry that he had crossed a line he didn’t know was present. although he was right; it technically was because of him, you couldn’t bring yourself to panic him further.

“just not super in the mood to be around anyone, is all. you didn’t do anything, jay,” you reply, and where you had hoped to see the distress dissipate into relief, the concern remained prominent. his sentences are hushed, as if he was scared to even speak them into existence but knew it was something he must do.

“is it something i didn’t do?”

most certainly not, you think. he’s doing everything he should be doing - but he’s doing everything he should be doing for a significant other.

from the way you hesitated to answer, jay concluded it was something he had failed to do. it was obvious that whatever it was, you wished to not speak of it, so he wanted to remedy what he could with what little information he knew.

“is there any way i can fix it?” he asks, voice sincere and pain evident in his tone; the thought makes you gulp.

you’re awfully aware of his close proximity now, hands on your shoulders and keeping you close to him, as if he’s afraid you would vanish; much like how he held you the night before you started staying over and all the times that followed.

“i think i…” you begin, tongue trying to string along any line of words to ease his anxiousness - only a simple sentence comes to mind.

“i think i’m starting to blur the lines with you, and i don’t think that’s something you’d want. . . with me,” you finally breathe out, expecting some kind of weight to be lifted because of your half-confession, but instead you’re met with intense eyes staring back at you and your heart beating against your chest.

he remains gentle, never letting his fingers dig into your clothing or his voice go over a volume necessary - the exact gentleness he’s always granted you with. you’re almost shocked when his lips begin to curl, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his nose scrunching as he smiles.

“can you be more specific for me?” he asks, now one dry hand - which one-hundred-percent soaked water into your shirt - sliding up to rest against the side of your neck, thumb tracing along your skin while the other remains in its place. “what ‘line’ are you referencing?”

his tone shifted from caring to teasing in a matter of seconds once he picked up on the implications of your words, something that caused your heart to race and pulse quicken; jay could feel such under his palm.

“like the. . . the line with us. the line between friends and. . .” you take a second to finally break your gaze away from him, now offering you a close-mouthed smile as he watches you pick at your brain. “something more.”

“more?” he questions, but from the look in his eyes, you knew he understood what you meant. “i see,” he says, causing your gaze to catch his once more. “you’re upset with what i did do, because i’m treating you like the princess you deserve to be treated as,” his hand raises from your shoulder to cup your cheek, the other staying planted directly above your pulse point, feeling as it rises and falls. “but you’re also upset with what i didn’t do, because i never made anything official with you - said where i stood with. . . us,” with raised brows, he questions you further, hitting the mark directly. “is that right?”

hesitantly, you nod, his hand moving along with your head at the motion. his smile only widens, causing an ache in your chest for a reason you can’t quite name. was he laughing at you or did he feel the same way?

as if sensing your worry, he fills the silence again. “i don’t know if you just hadn’t realized or never took the time to think you’re more than special to me,” he begins, his eyes tracing over each and every feature on your face, as if he’d like to keep the memory of you looking at him forever. “but i don’t treat even my best-est of friends the way i treat you.

“the place you are in my heart, brain- hell, even in my thoughts, isn’t where the rest of my friends are. you’ve taken over your own little spot, and i let you,” he concludes, and while it all sounded sweet, your brain desperately needed something more direct.

“can i kiss you, y/n?” his words shatter your thoughts, pulling you back to reality; pulling you back into your current position of being held in his hands. “i promise i wanted to confess in a way much more personal but- i don’t think i could have gone much longer without telling you. not when you’re here with me, like this.”

nodding, your eyes meet his - finding hesitance within jay's. “can you say it, please?”

the sudden questions causes your skin to heat, and he can feel the warmth travel up your neck and face; something he found comforting.

“jay, please kiss me,” you whisper, and it only takes a single moment longer till you feel his lips on yours. he was gentle, instead of pulling you to him with the hands he had on your form, he stepped forward to lean into you. his lips were slightly chapped, the partially rough texture of his lips a harsh contrast to the soft hold he had.

his lips move along yours, thumbs dancing along your cheek and neck as if to ground you - and grounding is something you very much needed in this exact moment. when you lean into him more, you can feel as he holds back a smile, pulling away for only a moment to fully express his happiness that he couldn’t hold back before quickly pecking your lips again.

“i can’t believe how dense you are,” he chuckles, watching as your brows furrow and an incredibly small pout forms on your face. “did you really think i felt nothing for you? after the months we’ve been sharing a bed and after the years i’ve known you?”

the question was rhetorical, you knew that. but still, you pushed up any courage you could muster to provide him an answer. “never thought you’d fall for me, to be fair.”

“y/n,” he says, a sudden sternness to his voice that has you frozen in place, yet still soft to let you know he wasn’t going to scold you. “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.”

his eyes are full of sincerity and love. he views you as someone he loves.

with a sudden rush of adrenaline, your fists grab at the neckline of his shirt, haphazardly pulling him forward to capture his lips again. he doesn’t protest, he allows you to kiss him with need - he returns the gesture with the same amount of want.

his hands drop to your sides, grabbing at your sweater - the wrinkles that formed from your daily activities still present, and jay's grip on the fabric does little to dismiss them. he shifts from handling the sweater to latching on harder to your form desperately as your lips continue to move against one another.

“y/n-” he groans, your name coming out muffled as he couldn’t bring himself to pull away long enough to get a proper sentence out.

you whine, wordlessly telling him to continue. reluctantly, he parts just an inch so he can see you properly; see your lips swollen and how your pupils are blown out. “i promise i wanted to take it slow with you, i don’t want to rush this-”

“don’t you think we’ve been taking it slow already?” you interrupt, watching his brows raise the smallest bit at your interjection. he can’t find it in himself to disagree, bringing back your point about how the lines are definitely blurred, and have been for a while now.

“well. . .” he trails off, gaze loving as he watches you dangle off of every word he speaks, waiting for what’s next. “maybe we don’t have to take it that slow anymore.” his hands remain where they were planted against your clothes, massaging the fabric and skin beneath his fingers.

with ease, he turns you around, your lower back resting against the edge of the countertop as he tilts your head back - trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then to the exposed expanse of your neck.

it only takes a few lingering pecks until your palms are pressed against his chest, allowing yourself to be at his will while he continues to kiss and bite, never enough to leave a mark.

“are you okay with this?” he asks, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin. you nod, earning a small exhale from jay. “from now on i want verbal answers, okay?”

you caught yourself before you could nod, muttering a small ‘yes’ in reply.

“yes to which? yes you’ll give verbal answers or yes you’re okay with this?”

“both.”

the simple response earns you a smile, a tender kiss to your lips, and his hands grabbing at your waist once more. “as much as i don’t want to waste a second, i think we’d be much more comfortable not in the kitchen.”

and so, you push him forward, freeing yourself from being trapped between him and the counter before you both make your way back into his room. almost instantly, he pulls you towards his bed, sitting you down so you could look up at him - his hand connects with your cheek once more, admiring you.

he leans down to peck your lips a single time before diving in again, kissing you feverishly and holding the back of your head in his palm to angle your lips towards himself. jay's right knee slots itself between your thighs and presses into the mattress, leaning forward, and holding himself up with his vacant hand.

you gasp slightly into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t fall completely backwards, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue alongside yours, an appreciative hum escaping him as you tilt your head. his hold remains gentle, only moving to lower you completely to his bed before his hands travel to your sides.

“can i take this off, baby?” jay asks, voice soft and pet name falling from his lips as if it was the most natural thing he could address you with, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

“yeah, but. . .” you start, quickly losing confidence when you feel his fingertips dance along the skin of your midsection - hands hidden under the material of your sweater he has yet to lift.

“would you want me to take mine off first?” he asks, eyebrows raised and glasses slowly falling down the slope of his nose from the downward angle he was positioned in.

“yes, please,” without hesitance, he smiles, pecking your nose before obliging. he lifts the garment easily, tossing it onto his desk chair and straightening his posture in front of you. from this angle, he looked ethereal; kneeling between your legs with exposed skin close enough for you to run your hands over.

he reaches for his pants next, sliding down the black sweats with ease before tossing them with his shirt. “is this okay?” he asks again, hands returning to their place just underneath the hem of your sweater.

“yes,” you say softly, a gasp soon following as the garment is lifted slowly, feeling jay's knuckles running against your skin as he discards the clothing, letting it join his own on the floor.

“so beautiful,” he notes, almost as if he was speaking to himself before dipping lower, the muscles under his skin dancing with his movements as he plants his hands on either side of your head, lips connecting to the underside of your jaw. instinctively, your hands grab onto the skin of his torso, massaging it under your fingers and feeling each muscle contract as he maneuvers his way lower to kiss at your collarbones.

leveling himself, he trails his hands down to slide underneath your back, making quick work of unclasping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders - his hands were delicate and soft with their movements. he lifts his form for only a moment to gaze down at you - looking absolutely stunning laid out on his bed before him.

“you’re even more perfect than i could have dreamed of,” he breathes out, almost as if he was in disbelief you were real; your body warms at the compliment. “just- just look at you. . .”

you watch as his hands move across your skin, fingers rubbing and gripping your waist and hips; it was only then you noticed the tent in his boxers. “jay-” you whine, the sight enough to make you want to pounce on him.

“yeah, baby?” he asks. the vulgar request stayed lodged in your throat, wanting so desperately to be released but you didn’t have the courage to do so. jay seemed to have caught onto this quickly, and you almost felt embarrassed with how easily he read you. “is the princess getting needy?”

yes, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. jay chuckled, watching as your back arches at the question, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you against the bed. “it’s okay, i’ll give you everything you want,” he says, voice low as his lips curl into a smile. “but first, we still have to get you ready, okay? can i take these off, too?”

quickly giving him permission, he grins as he takes off your pants, not failing to see the wet patch that formed on the bridge of your panties. “oh? i’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping for me, huh?

“you’re so cute, princess,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, vacant hand grabbing the inside of your thigh to pull your legs further apart. “getting all worked up over some words and little touches.”

two of his long fingers press onto your core, rubbing up and down slowly and nipping at your neck; this time, with the intention to leave a mark on you. you let out a gasp as his fingers catch your clit for just a moment, and you feel as he pulls away from your neck to look at your face - eyes closed and mouth slightly open; you looked beautiful to him.

his opposite hand grabs your jaw softly, prompting you to open your eyes to meet him, fingers now having left your core in favor of rubbing his thumb soothingly along your hip. “are you sure you want this?” he asks, and the thought made your heart swell

“yes, please. wanted it for so long, jay,” you say, brows furrowing as he beams.

“is that right?” he replies rhetorically, a pleased expression on his face as he looks back down, the hold on your jaw never faltering. “want me to take these off?”

“please-” you beg; music to jay's ears. “don’t wanna wait anymore-”

“i know, baby,” he says, making quick work - well, as quick as he could with a singular hand - to remove your last piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare for him. his fingers reconnect with your naked core, eliciting a small moan from you. “but i still need to prep you a bit, okay? don’t wanna hurt you.”

you nod in understanding as he lets go of your chin, running two fingers between your folds to coat his digits in your slick. he starts slowly, thumb circling your clit to get you more relaxed to take him, before slowly pushing his coated fingers inside.

his eyes are trained on your face, grabbing your hand within his own to help ground you and subside any pain or discomfort you may feel at the initial push. you wince slightly, brows furrowing as jay shushes you softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“shh, baby, it’s okay. you’re doing so, so well for me,” he whispers - you can feel as he slowly starts scissoring the two digits inside your core, the sensation pleasurable. “gonna add a third, okay?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter out, and in any other scenario rather than this one, you think you’d smack yourself out of embarrassment; with jay, you were comfortable.

slowly, he pulls his fingers from you, slotting a third one alongside the previous and delving them back in gently. his pace is slow, easing you up to the intrusion and making sure you stay comforted knowing he was there.

“there we go,” he rasps. “are you ready, baby?” jay says with care laced in his tone, fingers never slowing the pace he had set previously as he rubs against your walls.

“mhm,” you hum, eyes closed while he pulls away fully for only a moment to discard himself of his boxers, quickly grabbing a condom from his bedside table drawer. tearing it open carefully, he slides it onto his cock, now finally free from its confinements.

you don’t have half the brain to gawk at him - something that may be playing in your favor at the moment while he returns to his spot over you. with one hand by your head and the other holding his cock, he teases your core with his tip, gathering what he can of your essence.

the initial prod at your entrance wasn’t painful - you hadn't exactly been able to look and see how big he was and if you would be able to handle it - but you could tell he was being hesitant, as if he knew he had the potential to hurt you. your eyebrows knit together, the sudden warmth pushing inside you enough to render you speechless while your hands find purchase on his shoulders.

“does it hurt, baby?” he asks softly, halting his movements until you reply - watching as your naked chest rises and falls with the rhythm of your breathing.

“n-no, jay, feel-s so good,” you manage to get out, your closed eyes guarding you from seeing the smirk that grew on jay's lips. “please, wan’ more, please.”

“oh,” he replies, his tone slightly condescending as his hand raises to cup your cheek, the action causing you to open your eyes and finally see the shit-eating grin he’s been sporting for who knows how long. “anything for you, angel.”

he gives you more, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel completely full, his hips pressed to the back of your thighs while his hands drag down your body, stopping at your waist. “let me know when i can move.”

the stretch had a small sting rise within your abdomen - as the pain slowly subsided, you don’t fail to notice how jay's breathing hitches when you tighten around him suddenly. still, he keeps his composure, being careful to not move a muscle so you could get used to the intrusion.

you squirm slightly, back rising from the bed and chest meeting his - the movement making the man above you groan. “please move, baby,” you plead, voice coming out much more pathetic and desperate than you would have liked it to be.

with a hint of hesitance, he pulls his hips back and pushes forward once more, a heavy sigh leaving his beautiful lips as he soaks in the feeling of you around him. “fuck. . .” he gasps, mouth hanging open as he leans down, attacking your neck with kisses and bites, sucking at the skin. “look so pretty with my cock stuffed in you.”

he sets a steady pace, slow enough to be comfortable for you but quick enough to have you seeing stars, as well as let you know just how desperate he was - how much he wanted you. you could feel him everywhere; the tip of his cock pressing deep inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix with each thrust. his hands desperately grabbing at your torso while his lips nipped at the sensitive spots on your neck - he was everywhere, clouding every single one of your senses.

you could hear his heavy breathing in your ear, chest heaving against yours as his breath fans the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving sloppy kisses behind while his thrusts pick up. you barely register how one of his hands travels to where you’re connected because of the cotton your brain had turned into at jay's advancements - his thumb circling your clit with ease due to your slick.

a broken cry sounds within his room, begs of 'please' and 'more' falling from your lips as he increases the pressure of his digit. “you’re just fallin’ apart, aren’t you,” he mumbles into your skin, raising his head just enough to lock eyes with you, pupils blown wide and sporting a grin. “such a pretty thing, takin’ all of me so, so well.”

your hand flies to his hair, grabbing at the nape of his neck to guide his lips to yours, feeling the vibrations of his groans against your lips. he feels you tighten around him, brushing his tongue against your lips and granting him access - he seems to care less about being neat.

pulling away to catch his breath, he sees the mixed saliva coating your lips, most likely his as well. he smiles down at you, thumb picking up speed along with his hips as you mewl. “you close, angel? gonna cum for me?” you nod quickly, breath feeling like it was being knocked out of you with each pointed thrust he delivered, the pressure on your insides causing a tight coil to form in your abdomen. “c’mon baby, wanna hear you, remember?”

“g-gonna cum, jay- please, ‘m so so cl-lose,” you gasp, closing your eyes as you teeter on the edge of your impending orgasm. you hear him chuckle, the sound of skin slapping accompanying his honey voice at it fills the air around you both.

“let go, angel, i got you. cum for me.”

it was so simple, and you never took yourself as someone who could finish just by hearing someone tell you to. but as you gasp jay’s name, drag your nails across the soft skin of his back and arch your own - you found yourself capable of something you didn’t even think possible.

maybe it was the sting of the sudden marks that lined the expanse of his back or the way you sounded so desperate to cum that pushed him over the edge, or perhaps even the way all of his senses were flooded by you: hearing your calls for him, feeling you clench around his cock, watching your face contort as you finish, tasting you on his tongue and the smell of sex that now fills the room. you were everywhere - and he’d have it no other way.

“ ‘m almost there, jus’ a little longer,” jay breathes, pulling his hands to grab at your hips, chasing his high - and with a breathy moan of your name - he spills his seed into the condom, shallowly thrusting through his orgasm.

he manages to keep himself steady, muscles aching as he holds himself up to prevent falling on top of you. catching your breath gradually, you wince when he pulls out.

“sorry,” he whispers out an apology, and if you had the energy in you, you’d tell him he has absolutely nothing to apologize for. closing your eyes, you hear his footsteps getting farther and farther away until they appear again, and this time, he kneels next to the bed where your head is.

“hey, y/n,” he whispers, not wishing to startle you with his sudden presence - you could practically hear the soft grin on his face. “let’s get you cleaned up, okay? then we can rest.”

you gather whatever energy you had left to give him a small nod, easing yourself up onto your elbows - with jay's support - and pulling yourself off the bed, trudging your way to his bathroom. “go to the bathroom, i’ll get you some fresh clothes and water,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he makes his way back to his room.

you do as he asked of you, deciding to splash your face with water once you were finished. as if he never left, jay was back at your side, fresh clothes in his hands along with a glass of water. “put these on, then don’t leave this room until you finish this glass, okay?” he asks, stern voice laced with care. “can you walk alright?”

you reassure him you can walk completely fine even though you were leaning against the bathroom counter for support; a smile spreads across his lips. “meet me in my room once you’re done, okay?” with those final words, he pecks your lips, allowing you some privacy to change - as if he didn’t just see you nude (always a gentleman, i guess).

you don’t take long, halting for a moment to smile and admire how he brought you his shirt and sweats instead of your own, despite them being in the same dresser. slipping them on and quickly gulping down the water, you shut off the light and - slowly - make your way back to his room.

he greets you with a smile, scanning your outfit before welcoming you into his arms, pulling you into the bed with him. “how are you feeling?” he asks, fingers stroking along the fabric of his shirt as it lays against your back.

“good. sleepy,” you reply, eyes already drooping from the exhaustion you feel.

“let’s rest, then,” with a kiss to your cheek and another to your lips, he brings the covers over you both, tucking you away within his chest and legs tangling with yours to ensure you stay locked within his embrace throughout the night - he doesn’t believe he’ll get cold with you beside him and the warm feeling fluttering in his chest.

a delightful aroma fills the dorm, waking your senses up one-by-one, the final being your sight as your eyes pry open. rubbing at them with the tips of your fingers, you slowly adjust to the light that beamed through the bedroom window, illuminating the rest of the space with its warm glow.

easing your way out of the bed, you notice the vacant spot next to you. concluding jay was then the cause of the aroma, you rise from your place. stretching your arms above you and letting out a pleased sigh, you make your way through the cracked bedroom door.

the scent only becomes more prominent as you navigate your way through the dorm, hearing sizzling and soft humming from the kitchen. you stand at the entrance, following jay's every movement as he makes his way around the space, preparing a meal - usually, you’d feel selfish assuming the food was also for yourself, but you’ve come to learn that jay always cooks with you in mind.

he seems to not know of your presence - you never making any effort to show yourself in favor of watching him work diligently. and while you would have thought you were able to fool him - not making a single sound to hide your company - jay knew all too well that your eyes were on him; choosing to feign obliviousness for your own entertainment.

turning, he acts surprised, lifting himself on his toes to fake as if he was shocked by your appearance in the kitchen. “good morning, y/n,” he says, mustering up his voice the best he could to make himself seem startled. “i didn’t know you were there.”

he was never very good at lying.

“yeah, and i couldn’t smell this from the bedroom,” you say sarcastically, smiling as you approach him. he has no hesitance in pressing a kiss to your forehead, your smile mirrored on his own features once he pulls away.

“it’ll all be ready in a few minutes,” he says, returning his attention to the cooking food before nodding his head in the direction of some filled mugs. “i didn’t know what you’d want - there’s coffee, tea, and water for you to choose from. . .”

“you made every option?” you question, half in disbelief.

“well, yeah- i didn’t wanna wake you,” he says sweetly. although it wouldn’t have bothered you much to be woken up by him, it was proven difficult to be mad at him when his heart was in a good place.

you don’t reply, only pursing your lips before selecting which drink you’d prefer, taking the mug into your hands and taking a sip, basking in its taste with a content sigh.

jay smiles to himself, pleased with your reaction to such a simple drink. grabbing plates from the cupboard above himself, he carefully prepares both of your breakfasts - handing you yours with utensils, you both hastily make your way to the dining room, ready to enjoy your meal together.

“thank you, jay,” you say, pleased with the small assortment of food he was able to prepare.

“of course,” the smile never leaves his lips, not even when he’s taking a sip of his own drink or chewing his food - and most definitely not when he watches you eat what he had made.

your eyes widened, not necessarily because you thought jay wasn't able to cook, but more so by the fact that he always wanted to get take-out when you came over. “you can cook this well yet we always order something?” you question once you finish, already starting to scoop another bite.

he chuckles at your flattery. “sometimes it just seems more beneficial to pay for an already-made meal rather that buy the ingredients and cook myself,” he replies. he was right - a majority of his income went into other necessities (he also just wanted to make sure you always had a good meal, not one he could easily fuck up). "plus, this is really the only dish i can make. it would get boring to eat it over and over again if i cooked every time."

you have a troubled time imagining you'd get bored of the sight of jay in the kitchen, but nevertheless, you understood his point completely.

silence consumes you both - a shared tendency of going quiet when there is food in front of you. peaceful was a fitting word, no pressure to continue past conversation or start up a new one; a comfortable silence is what you found yourselves in.

continuing your meal with little haste, your eyes glance towards jay's hands, utensils teetering in his grasp as they shake slightly.

“are you cold?” you inquire, prepared to stand and grab anything that could warm his limbs; he ushers you to sit.

“i’m not cold, don’t worry,” he says, the smile he offered not very convincing as you sink back into your chair, knowing better than to prod at him. he’d open up when he wished to.

a part of you was glad that jay hadn’t made any comments about the night prior, unsure if your head - or heart - could take such confrontation so early in the morning.

on the other side, you wish to know his thoughts - if he thought of you any differently, and how so. did this mean he reciprocated feelings? and possibly the most important question to you above all else - did he regret it?

“it’s still early in the morning, you normally don’t look so concentrated this early,” he comments teasingly, the corners of his lips turning upwards while your heart thumps an increasing beat in your ears.

“i could say the same about you,” you defend half-heartedly, knowing you’d succumb to defeat.

“let’s do a trade then; you tell me what on your mind, i’ll tell you what’s on mine,” the prospect of it all was so simple, yet it caused your breath to hitch at the mere thought of bringing up your relationship with him while he could easily be pondering over his upcoming assignments or shifts he has to cover.

with a sigh, you lean back in your chair, seemingly done with your plate as your eyes land on jay from across the table. “you first.”

he chuckles at your childish antics, mirroring your position and folding his arms over himself. with confidence, he begins. “i think my relationship with you has become the strongest its ever been. that’s not something i’d trade for the world, but i do have a. . . request, i think.”

you raise your brows. “you think?”

“depends on if you’re willing.”

“you’re so insufferable when you’re vague,” you bite back. thankfully, jay picked up that your words were playful, never meant to actually hurt him.

“sorry,” he says half-heartedly, secretly enjoying the annoyed expression on your face while you gave him the softest gaze. “i think what i’m asking is if you’d like to officially go out with me, see if we’re compatible as more than just friends.”

you smile knowingly, deciding to tease him a bit further in hopes to get on an even playing field, repeating a phrase you said only moments before. “you think?” tilting your head to the side as the man across from you smiles, shaking his head and breaking eye contact for only a moment to compose himself.

“i know i’m asking if you’d like to go out with me,” he finally says, a sudden weight lifted from his shoulders now that the words are out in the open, but the dense feeling soon returning at your impending response.

he knows last night couldn’t be any kind of measure for how you felt towards him (it seems he forgot you practically confessed to him yourself because of his nerves), and he’s been trying his best to keep himself from coming to a conclusion based on his own feelings and wishes. the imminent doom he felt grew to be too much, the tension in his chest when he was laying by your side only expanding as the day proceeded.

you exaggerate your expressions: looking off to the side and tapping your chin with your index finger, even though your mind was already made up - it’s been made up for quite some time now.

jay could see right through your little act, a laugh coming out in a small huff of air from his nose and his smile widened. “you really have to think that hard about it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, a teasing tone laced within his voice.

“this is a big decision, jay!” you say. “what if we aren’t as compatible as we think and ruin everything?” you couldn’t even take yourself seriously, knowing you were throwing out statements that were untrue - but, whatever show you have going, must go on.

“i think we’re compatible as we are right now,” jay begins, his previously playful tone shifting to one of more seriousness but still managing to keep the lighthearted atmosphere present. “but, if you still want time, i can wait for you. i can show and give you everything.”

your heart aches - and as if suddenly you felt you had led him on for far too long with your reply - you smile, soft and welcoming. “i don’t think you need to wait, jay.”

“you don’t think? y’know, you can be pretty insufferable when you’re vague, too,” he laughs as warmth begins to creep up his neck, settling high on his cheekbones. his gaze remained gentle, never leaving your own even if his nerves were begging him to. “and to think i was gonna cook something myself for our first date. . .”

you gasp dramatically, now both in mutual understanding of where each other stood, you found yourself teasing him (to try and calm your own heart or because you wanted to see him flushed, you weren’t quite sure). “i want to go out with you, jay.”

“good,” he breathes out, smile ever-lasting as he takes a deep breath in, relieved to finally hear confirmation. “i want to be with you, always.”

© doomdudoom 2023.

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[moonlightwonie]

"don't do this to me, love" (jake x reader)

genre: angst, fluff word count: 0.9k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: guys i've ran out of my purple dividers 😩 and i know I KNOW i was supposed to update the smau last night STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT

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When your alarm vibrates quietly underneath your pillow, Jake still pretends to be sleeping as you sit up on the bed with a sigh. And he just knows that you also had an almost sleepless night as the fight the two of you have had the evening before still lingers heavily in the crisp morning air.

He hears you leave the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you, doing your best not to wake up your sleeping boyfriend which only makes the guilt sitting on Jake's heart feel even heavier as he looks back on the harsh words he said to you yesterday. He clenches his eyes tightly, rubbing his face with his hands as he cringes at his own behavior.

Without wasting any more time with letting you go on while being stuck on his irrationality, he gets up as well and makes his way to the kitchen where he knows you'll be.

And he was right, you're standing with a cup of tea, leaned over the counter as your eyes are blankly planted into the wall in front of you. You don't even flinch or startle when you feel Jake's arms wrapping around your middle, putting your tea down as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles into your skin, pressing small kisses here and there. "I didn't mean to dismiss you like that yesterday, love."

You hate how the feeling of his warm body pressed to yours instantly makes you feel so at ease, so you move away from his embrace to make a statement. With gaze planted to the floor beneath your feet, you avoid his hurt gaze like fire. No matter how much you wanted to cave in, you just couldn't forget about his cold words spat at you some hours before, splitting your heart into pieces in the process.

"I was just tired and I know it's not an ex-"

"I just need some time, Jake," you cut him off, grabbing the ear of your mug again and nervously clenching your fingers around it. "I know you didn't mean it and I'm not mad. I'm just... hurt."

Pressing his lips together, Jake nods his head with a sigh and after pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he leaves the kitchen, not wanting to suffocate you any further. Your words only made him feel worse though, so the moment that he steps in the bathroom, he slouches on the shower wall heavily, letting the hot water hit his back and try to pry his mind away from your exhausted eyes.

And he gives you all the time you needed, trying his best not to bother you even when evening started approaching.

You walk into the bedroom and Jake watches you from the bed in silence up until your fingers clench onto your pillow and you lift it up from the bed into your arms. Before you even get the chance to grab one of the neatly folded blankets laying on the corner of your shared bed, Jake's hand wraps around your wrist gently and stops your movements.

"What are you doing?" He asks, eyes slightly widened as he looks down at you.

You clear your throat and pull your hand out of his weak hold on you. "I'm sleeping on the couch."

A flash of hurt runs through your boyfriend's face as he lifts himself up from the mattress, looking almost like a kicked puppy.

"C'mon, don't do this to me, love," the whine mingles at the back of his throat as he takes the pillow out of your arms and places it back on the bed, right next to his. "Look, I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole but stop avoiding me, please. Let's talk about it?"

With a resigned sigh nod of your head, you sit on the edge of the bed, turning around just to face him. A frown appears on his forehead as he notices your eye bags, feeling responsible for making you so restless.

Jake reaches his hand out to take yours again, sighing in relief when you let him intertwine your fingers together. "I know I didn't have the right to snap at you like that and I'm really sorry for that. I know you were only worried for me and I acted like an idiot but I was just tired and I took it out on you. You know I never want to hurt you, baby."

You let him pull you by your hand closer to him, only to wrap his arm over your waist and drag you right on top of him. You lay on his chest in silence for a moment, enjoying the so missed feeling of his fingers running through your hair, gently untangling any knot that he's come across of.

"Just let me take care of you sometimes, alright? That's all I ask for," you mutter quietly, hand slipping underneath his shirt and caressing his skin gently as you rest your cheek on his chest. "You keep overworking yourself all the time, so it's normal that I worry about you. I only want the best for you, you know that, right?"

Jake hums, enclosing his arms around you tightly. "I know," he whispers back, leaning down for his lips to lay on your forehead. "And I'm really thankful for that. For you. I'm the luckiest to have you with me. Don't ever let my bullshit words tell you otherwise, okay?"

You nod your head, reaching your free hand up to caress his jawline tenderly. Jake catches your hand in his, pulling it a little higher to press a kiss to your knuckles.

"Let's go to sleep now. I hate to think that I kept you awake for the whole night yesterday. I'll take care of you tomorrow, hm? Will you let me do that for you, baby?"

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[moonlightwonie]

oh. my. god. 🤤🤤🤤

jungwon breeding you in the pool while jake or one of the other older boys watches from one of the huge windows as they try not to cum all over the glass

#enhypen hard hours

that en o clock episode rlly did it for us huh

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"fuck, baby, who told you to wear this?"

jungwon's voice is rough, grunting with effort as he fucks you against the pool wall. you're slumped over the edge, head cradled in your folded arms, the warm water only adding to the sensation of jungwon's dick ramming into you.

"b-bought it for you," you mumble, looking down at your undone bikini top, your tits hanging free for anyone to see.

"yeah?" jungwon asks with a chuckle. "looks like someone else is enjoying it, though."

you turn your head to see jungwon gazing up towards the house. you follow his eyes and see jake's head peeking from behind the curtain covering the second-floor balcony doorway.

your head immediately dips, your whole body burning in embarrassment.

"oh, come on, baby don't get shy on me now. you were fine walking around the others with your boobs barely covered just an hour ago," jungwon urges sweetly, kissing one side of your neck.

"oh, look," jungwon adds. his thrusts pick up speed and you cry out, voice momentarily piercing the quiet dusk air.

"there's more," jungwon adds.

you frantically look around and it's only now that you see jay and sunghoon crowded by the house's main door, whispering animatedly to each other as they watch you and jungwon shamelessly fuck in front of them. your eyes meet sunghoon's and he smirks, eyebrows raising as if in greeting.

"you got an audience, princess," jungwon says, voice laced with mischief.

"let's put on a show, hm?"

[moonlightwonie]

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another jungwon audio pls

🔞Jungwon audio

(wear headphones)

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[moonlightwonie]

hey!! i read some of ur works and ur actually such a great writer omg. but i was wondering if u could make a fic where jay is playing leauge and u cant sleep without him being the way u are u find it difficult to ask if u could sit in his lap while he plays and he teases u a bit but in the end obviously says yes and when u sit down and get comfortable u starting rubbing at his scalp and giving him a head massage and he falls even more in love w u at the small gesture but also starts getting tired himself so he turns his game off but is too comfortable to go to your shared bed so u both end up falling asleep on the gaming chair while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as u both fall asleep but then u both wake up with aching backs and necks an end up bickering abt whos fault it was (but just jokingly ofc bc u guys love eachother tm to actually get mad)

Pairing: Park Jay x gn! reader

Warnings: none!

I do not consent to the translation, publication on other platforms, editing, or use of my writing for purposes other than personal reading!!!

Word Count: 746

A/N: Thank you for the interest in my works! 💕 This is such a cute request omg 🤧 Hope you like it! Btw sorry for taking so long to answer this, istg my mind has been all over the place 😅

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You twist and turn in your bed, trying to get into a comfortable position as you toss the blankets around. The clock on the side of your bed read 10:05pm, and you huff out a breath as you stare at the ceiling. It’s been almost an hour since you told Jay you’d be going to bed, and you haven’t been able to fall asleep. One of the perks of living together was being able to cuddle each other to sleep. However, it was also a con because you’d grown so accustomed to it that now you found it difficult to sleep without him.

Deciding enough is enough, you get out of bed and head to the room next to yours- Jay’s studio. You haven’t even opened the door and you can clearly hear your boyfriend’s words as he speaks into the headset. “I said left Heeseung! Not right!”

You chuckle at the sound of him scolding his friend, but you quickly remember why you were even outside his studio in the first place. The door creaks as you push it open, and Jay takes a quick glance at you, “Wait hyung, gimme a sec,” He says into the microphone before pausing the game and turning his chair in your direction. “What’s up, baby?”

“Can’t sleep,” You say as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, thinking it was probably ridiculous to bother him with such a thing. Swallowing thickly, you eye his set-up and remain quiet; his lap looked so tempting to cuddle up in, but you were too stubborn to bring it up. Jay noticed this and smirked, “Aww is my baby shy?” You playfully roll your eyes at his teasing, and he lets out a small laugh before reaching a hand out to you with an endearing smile, “Come here.”

Obviously, you weren’t about to reject his offer, so you walk up to him as he pushed his chair away from his desk. Wordlessly you settled yourself on his lap, your legs dangling off the side of the chair. “You done flirting?” Heeseung’s voice is heard through the headset, making you two laugh. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get back to the game,” Jay answers.

About half an hour has passed since you joined his gaming session, and all this time, you’d just been playing with his fluffy hair and giving him a nice head massage- trying your best not to knock off his headset. Due to this, Jay was starting to feel tired. How could he not when you were practically lulling him to sleep? But he found it cute how you were discreetly trying to get his attention, so he had no complaints.

He yawns for the nth time and finally says goodbye to Heeseung before ending the call, turning off the computer, and removing his headset. “Should we go to bed?” You ask in almost a whisper as your hands run through his soft hair. He shook his head, making you sigh, “You’ll regret this tomorrow, you know?” “Yeah, but I’m too comfortable to move,” He mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning back further on the chair. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” You chuckle.

You let out a relaxed breath as you close your eyes, feeling your boyfriend leave a kiss on the top of your hair. As you drifted to sleep, you could hear him whispering sweet nothings to you until you finally fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning was a contrast to the sweet moment you shared the previous night, as you both woke up with immense pain in your neck and back. “This is your fault,” Jay groans as you get off his lap. You look at him in disbelief, “How is this my fault?!” He gets up from the chair and lifts his arms to stretch his back, “If you hadn’t come over, I wouldn’t have gotten comfortable with you on the chair.” “I did warn you about sleeping in the chair,” you scoff, “So you can’t pin this on me.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m just kidding,” He smiles at you before pulling you into his embrace, “Honestly, I slept really well last night, so I can’t really complain.” “How about next time you just end the game earlier, and we can cuddle? I guarantee you’ll sleep even better.” Jay kisses the top of your head before backing away a little, his arms still around your waist and his eyes staring at you lovingly, “Deal.”

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[moonlightwonie]

꧁ first time with your bf jungwon (part 1 of ?) ꧂

‼️TW: smut, nsfw, mdni‼️

jungwon x f!reader || word count: 0.7k

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and your boyfriend jungwon had been dating for a few months. spending almost every waking second thinking about eachother and wishing you could be together all of the time. as time went on and you two began spending more time with one another, the two of you were finding it harder and harder to keep your hands off of eachother. although you both agreed that you’d want to try and wait so that your first time together was special and spontaneous, you guys would take turns exploring eachothers bodies with your hands, but you’d never taken things any further.

whenever your boyfriend would start looking deep into your eyes with that look, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts clean or his hands off of you. his hands would linger under your shirt and give your breasts a small squeeze, your fingers finding their way into his soft locks and tugging at them ever so gently. quiet whimpers would fall from the raven haired boys mouth, only making him kiss you deeper. moving his hands to your hips and pulling you in closer, jungwon wanted to feel you as close as physically possible. you thought it was cute seeing how needy your boyfriend was for you, especially when you barely did anything to provoke such a reaction out of him.

“what is it, wonie? tell me what you want“ you’d ask as you straddled his lap and look down into your boyfriends pretty eyes, both your own and your boyfriends cheeks flushed at the sudden change in positions and wave of confidence you’d exuded from your question. his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his gaze flickered from your eyes, to your lips, and then back to your eyes. “‘want you… i want you, y/n” he’d mutter as he felt all of the blood in his body begin to migrate to one place in particular. his words alone sent shivers down your spine, feeling an ache between your thighs as your cheeks grew even warmer.

you’d then lean into him and gently press your soft lips against the nape of his neck before moving them up to his ear and whispering into it, “you’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that”, teasing him as you giggled softly before pulling away so that you can look into his eyes again. he both hated and loved whenever you’d tease him, it made him roll his eyes and snicker, grinning as he shook his head. honestly, in his eyes he thought that you couldn’t get any hotter, but he was eager to be proven wrong. “mmm cute… very cute” he’d say before poking the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek. he moved his hands to your hips and began pushing you down onto his growing bulge, sitting up some more so that you two were now face to face, only inches away from each others noses touching.

“do you feel that, baby? do you feel how badly i want you? how badly that i need you?” he’d grin mischievously as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he looked deep into your eyes. you could feel the anticipation and hunger pooling up in your stomach. jungwon had always had such a way with his words, but this time he had left you feeling absolutely mesmerized, speechless, and (most importantly) wanting nothing more than to just give yourself to him in every way. “then have me… take me, please?” you asked as you felt his growing bulge against your clothed warmth. jungwon knew that you’d never gone all the way before (neither had he), so he was a little nervous that he may not be as good as you might’ve been anticipating for your first time to , but he was more than willing to exercise that and try his very hardest to give you the time of your life.

“‘gonna take real good care of you, pretty, don’t worry” he said softly before pulling you in closer to him, crashing his lips into yours and kissing you deeply as his hands remained firmly on your hips, rocking them back and forth against his pelvis. you whimpered softly at the friction, feeling the tension building up as you placed your hands on each of his broad shoulders for support before grinding yourself against his lap. the soft grunts and heavy breathing coming from him was enough to make you flood your panties. god, he sounded so fucking hot. oh. my. g o d. <3

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ahh i hope you guys liked it! it was my first time writing smut, so i apologize if it wasn’t very good! if you’d like for me to post a continuation, please let me know and i’ll gladly do so! thank you for reading, feel free to reblog if you enjoyed it <3

[moonlightwonie]

request rules

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i do not write anything related to the following…

sc*t, feet, p*ss, v*mit, tentacles, incest, age play, s*lf h*rm, v*re, s*icide/m*rder/d*ath, pedophilia, eating disorders, idols that are minors, and idols that are deceased.

however, i am comfortable writing about the following…

fluff, angst, dark, sadism/masochism, degradation/praising, cnc, noncon/duncon, monster fucking, voyeurism/exhibitionism, impact play, knife play, breath play, biting, blood play, mommy/daddy kink, dominant & submissive, spit, pegging, bdsm, edging, breeding, pregnancy, hybrids, stepcest, anal, oral, tit fucking, crying/tears kink, hands/fingers kink, threesomes, polyamorous, skinny reader, chubby reader, f!reader, m!reader and more!

i mainly write aboot bg’s, but i am open to writing for gg’s if i’m asked to! some groups/soloists that i do write for are…

enhypen, nct, ateez, stray kids, monsta x, txt, bts, seventeen, got7, christian yu, woodz, and more misc idols.

if you would like for me to write about any specific kinks, fantasies, or idols that i did not list above, you can always just ask me and i’ll let you know if i’m comfortable with it or not. :)

ALSO, when suggesting/requesting a certain topic, kink, and/or idol don’t be afraid to be specific about what you’d like to see me write! the more detail the better hehe.

[moonlightwonie]

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enhypen ღ

first time with your bf jungwon (part 1) 🔞🔮

sunghoon making love to pregnant f!reader 🔞🔮

husband!sunghoon cockwarming you 🔞🔮

nct 127 ღ

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nct dream ღ

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wayv ღ

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ateez ღ

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(chan x gn reader) why wont you love me? 🥀🔞🔮

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[moonlightwonie]

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byf i am 22 and am going to be writing mainly mature and dark content, so please do not interact with my account or posts if you are under the age of 18.

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please do not cross any of these boundaries, that is all i ask. so please be mindful to me, my rules and my boundaries. thank youu ♡♡♡