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can you do which ateez habit you would have picked up from being around them for too long?

I struggled with this more than I should have I’m sorry 😭😭😭😭 Happy reading!!!

Habits you pickup from Ateez

Synopsis: little habits you pick up from ateez

Pairing: ateez members x gn!reader, idol au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none:)

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• Hongjoong

Falling asleep in random places

You never thought you'd pick up such a peculiar habit from Hongjoong but here you were, dozing off on the couch in his studio. It had become somewhat of a routine lately. Hongjoong often found himself working late into the night, composing music and writing lyrics, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. So, you stayed up with him, keeping him company and offering moral support.

Tonight was no different. The studio was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the computer screen where Hongjoong was tirelessly tinkering away. You sat beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement or fetching him a snack to keep his energy up. But as the hours passed, fatigue started to weigh heavily on your eyelids.

"You okay Y/n?" a familiar voice chimed in, bringing you back from the brink of slumber.

You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "Huh? Who? What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

Seonghwa chuckled softly and gestured towards you. "You fell asleep in a chair, I think you’re spending too much time with Hongjoong. You should get some real rest before you start falling asleep in random places, like him, too."

Glancing over at Hongjoong, you realized he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. You laughed sheepishly, realizing Seonghwa was right. Lately, you had indeed found yourself dozing off in various places – the couch, the kitchen table, even leaning against the wall.

"It's just... I can't leave him alone when he's working so hard," you explained softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

Seonghwa's expression softened as he understood. "I know, and I'm sure Hongjoong appreciates it too. But you need to take care of yourself as well, okay? "

You nodded, grateful for Seonghwa's concern. As you settled back into the couch, you made a mental note to try and get more sleep, even if it meant leaving Hongjoong to his work occasionally. But for now, you allowed yourself to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep, knowing that Hongjoong was just a few feet away.

• Seonghwa

Acting motherly towards the members

Seonghwa watched with a bemused smile as you flitted around the dorm, straightening pillows, picking up stray socks, and tidying up the kitchen. It was a sight he'd grown accustomed to – you, inadvertently taking on the role of the dorm mom, just like he did. It wasn't something you consciously did, but rather a habit you'd picked up from spending so much time around him and the other guys.

You had a thing for neatness and sometimes acted much like a mom in your friend group, but lately, you found yourself slipping into Seonghwa's shoes more often than not. It was something he found endearing and amusing, seeing you scold the other members for leaving their belongings strewn about or for forgetting to do their chores.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Seonghwa asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

You turned to him, a blushi tinting your cheeks, wondering just how long he had been watching you. "Oh, just tidying up a bit. It was a mess in here."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don’t need to do all that, you know"

You laughed, shaking your head. "I can't help it. You guys are like family to me, and I just want to take care of you."

The other members wandered into the kitchen, groaning as they saw you fussing over the cleanliness of the space.

"Come on, Y/N, we already have one Seonghwa," Yunho teased, flashing you a playful grin. "We don't need you turning into another one."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just trying to help keep things organized around here. Someone has to do it."

Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We appreciate it, really. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"

You nodded, leaning into his side. "Of course. But someone has to keep you guys in line."

The others laughed, knowing deep down that they were lucky to have both you and Seonghwa looking out for them – even if it meant enduring occasional scoldings for their messy habits.

• Yunho

Picking at or biting your lips

Yunho had always been the type to immerse himself completely in whatever task he was working on, often biting or touching his lips in concentration. You, on the other hand, had never noticed this about yourself until Yunho pointed it out one day.

You were sitting together at the studio, both lost in your respective work. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even realize your hand had wandered up to your lips, fingers lightly touching and occasionally biting at them in a habit you had unknowingly picked up from Yunho.

"Y/N," Yunho's voice broke through your concentration, causing you to look up, startled. "Don’t do that," he said, nodding towards your lips.

Confused, you furrowed your brows. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Yunho sighed, his expression turning slightly serious. "You keep biting your lips. You might hurt them if you're not careful."

You blinked, suddenly becoming aware of what you were doing. "Oh," you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."

Yunho's lips twitched with amusement, but he quickly composed himself. "It's a bad habit. You should try to stop."

You couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. "Well, you do it too," you scoffed and pointed out.

Yunho's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away. "I... I do?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Maybe we've just been spending too much time together," you teased.

Yunho's embarrassment was palpable now, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze.

But despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth in your chest knowing that even your unconscious habits were intertwined with his. It was just another reminder of how close the two of you had become, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.

• Yeosang

Clapping while laughing

You and Yeosang had spent such a long time together and over the course of it, you became attuned to each other's habits, quirks, and gestures without even realising it. One particular habit of Yeosang's that seemed to have rubbed off on you was the way he would clap his hands when he found something particularly amusing.

The way your hands would subconsciously come together and follow the rhythm of your laughter felt natural and neither of you actually noticed how a habit, once Yeosang’s, was now shared by you.

However, that was until one lazy afternoon when Yeosang excitedly showed you his phone, "Hey, check this out," he said with a grin, pushing it towards your face.

Curious, you glanced at the screen, finding yourself staring at a Twitter thread created by an ATINY. The thread was a compilation of gifs and videos, side by side, showing you and Yeosang laughing together. What caught your attention, however, was the caption accompanying the thread: "Am I the only one who noticed that Y/N and Yeosang have the same adorable habit of clapping while laughing? #YeoY/N."

"Oh my god they’re adorable."

"They look like cute little seals when they're laughing together, it's like they're synchronised."

You couldn't help but smile and giggle as you scrolled through the thread, amused by how certain things never went unnoticed by their fans, even if you yourselves were oblivious.

Yeosang glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I guess we really do spend too much time together, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning closer to him. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

• San

Covering your mouth while laughing

It was just one of those habits you picked up without even realising it – covering your face while laughing. It was something you'd seen San do countless times, his hand rising instinctively to his mouth as his laughter bubbled up. Maybe it was the contagiousness of his joy, or perhaps it was the familiarity that made you do it, but whatever the reason, you found yourself unconsciously mimicking his actions more and more as time went on.

You didn't think much of it, not until one fateful day when you and San were doing a live stream together. The comments were flooding in, a flurry of emojis and supportive messages from fans all over the world. Amidst the sea of text, one comment stood out:

"OMG, look how they laugh the same! 😍 SanYn are the cutest! 💕"

Curious, you glanced at the screen, only to see San's eyes widen in realisation. He turned to you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, nudging you lightly.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was also a warmth spreading through you, a sense of fondness at the thought of sharing such a small, intimate detail with San. "Guess we spend too much time together," you joked back, unable to suppress a smile.

But as the live stream continued, you couldn't help but notice how often you and San found yourselves laughing, your hands rising simultaneously to cover your mouths. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond you shared, the way you seemed to sync up without even trying.

After the stream ended, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to San’s cheek, you couldn't help but giggle at how much these little quirks affected you, maybe making life more comfortable along the way.

• Mingi

Making the 🥺 face

To the people outside, Mingi seemed to be very intimidating, with his deep voice and built 6ft stature but inside the comfort of his he couldn't be more different. He knew he was cute and he knew how to use it against people. One quick look sent your way with his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you would melt, at some point this habit of his rubbed off on you.

The members weren’t safe from it either, like when Seonghwa had just finished making a delicious batch of ramen for himself. The aroma wafted through the room, teasing your senses and making your stomach growl loudly. You and Mingi couldn't help but stare at the steaming bowl with longing eyes.

"Seonghwa hyung, that smells amazing," Mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening with hunger.

You nodded enthusiastically, finding yourself unintentionally mirroring Mingi's expression, your lips slightly pouting like the 🥺 emoji.

Seonghwa chuckled at your antics, shaking his head. "Sorry guys, this is just for me. I only made enough for one."

"But hyung, we're starving!" Mingi whined, his voice tinged with desperation.

You glanced at Seonghwa, your eyes pleading as you continued to unknowingly imitate Mingi's puppy-dog expression.

Seonghwa sighed, feeling the pressure of your combined adorable stares. "Oh no, I have to deal with two Mingis now, don't I?"

You and Mingi exchanged a glance before bursting into giggles, realising your unintentional synchronisation. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh along with you.

"Fine, fine," Seonghwa relented, dividing the ramen between the three of you. "But next time, make your own!"

• Wooyoung

Smacking people while laughing

You couldn't help but laugh at the way Wooyoung told a recount of the recent Wanteez episode the boys shot, adding his own commentary in between. He always had a way of making you laugh wholeheartedly, even when you fought he would be the one to apologise first and crack a joke to make you smile. However, what you didn't realise was that you had picked up one of his habits along the way.

In the midst of your laughter, your hand instinctively swung out and smacked San's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. It wasn't until he looked at you with a mix of amusement and slight irritation that you realised what you had done.

"Oops, sorry, San!" you apologised, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to suppress your laughter.

San rubbed his thigh, shooting you a mock glare. "I already have to take abuse from Wooyoung, and now you're doing it too?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful complaint, but Wooyoung nudged you with a grin. "Looks like my habits are rubbing off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, realising how similar you two acted these days. "I guess so. Sorry, San, I’ll try not to do that but I can’t make any promises." You winked at him.

San shook his head and scoffed at your mocking, a smile breaking through his faux irritation. "Ahh so much I have to go through,"

You and Wooyoung giggled at his words, knowing how much he loved you both the same, with the occasional physical abuse of course.

• Jongho

Scrunching your nose while smiling/laughing

As you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you stumbled upon a video compilation titled "JongYn Couple Moments" ,obviously your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it, not fully knowing what to expect. What unfolded on the screen was definitely not what you were expecting, it sent a sudden blush creeping up your cheeks.

The video was a compilation of moments featuring you and Jongho, through the fans’ eyes, complete with dramatic commentary about how cute you two were together. Especially about the way your noses scrunched and crinkles formed around your eyes as you both laughed, with your faces making the same endearing expression.

You couldn't help but be amused as you watched, realising that you had subconsciously copied Jongho's habit of scrunching his nose when he smiled.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing over, you found Jongho peering over your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the screen. As he watched the video, a wide grin spread across his face, small giggles leaving his lips.

"Wow, we really do look alike sometimes," Jongho remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You nodded, still giggling at the sight. "I never realized I picked up on your habit."

"It's adorable," Jongho said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I guess I've rubbed off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Looks like it. But hey, I don't mind sharing a few habits with you."

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moonsaver · 28 days

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Yandere!Idol!Alhaitham has been on my mind for SO long oh my goodness.........

Idol!Alhaitham, who's spotted laughing for the first time you attend those fanmeetings, and crack the stupidest joke ever. Fancams all around the room caught that moment, and it's gotten wildly famous within the fandom.

Idol!Alhaitham who mentions to have taken a "liking" to someone in all the interviews after that one fanmeeting. The fandom is quick to connect the dots, and everything's up in a rage at the mere mention of that one fancam. Alhaitham isn't oblivious to their reactions.

Idol!Alhaitham, who, somehow, manages to find details about you, your purchases of their merch, and somehow manages to always pull a few strings to make you the winner of any giveaways you join that are hosted by their company. It's almost laughably easy for him.

Idol!Alhaitham, who deep down hates it when he realizes he's not your favorite within the group. Your eyes are on another member on the stage. Your likes are of another member's fancam. You repost another member's clips and moments. Most of the merch you own of his is just bonus you get along with the actual merch you wanted to buy. He's not having it.

Idol!Alhaitham who tracks down your socials, and takes a note of all the clothing brands you own, your aesthetics, your hobbies, and makes it a point to include it into his photos. You couldn't have known an idol as famous as him would even buy from the same niche clothing brand as you, right? Maybe your eyes are just tricking you..

Idol!Alhaitham, who you've started spotting more and more frequently around your area. More of their concerts are being held in your area, and it gives him the perfect excuse to stage a chance encounter with you, as if he hadn't been stalking you for the past couple of weeks beforehand. He pulls you along to private and hidden spaces with a convenient excuse to "not get caught". You're not sure if that was his intention, because he keeps pulling you along to more and more shady areas, with lesser and lesser people. It's already late, and it's surprising that he has more time than you. Isn't his schedule supposed to be packed?

Idol!Alhaitham, who becomes more active in songwriting after that "chance encounter". And it's evident most of them are intensely romantic in nature, eerily mentioning details about you not even most of your friends would have known, in passing adlibs. The fandom's picked up on it, but they've yet to pick up on the fact that it's you he's writing about.

Idol!Alhaitham, who's now shamelessly convincing the public that he's in a relationship with someone, that someone supposed to be you. It becomes so widespread within the fandom that it becomes hard to back out now. If you refuse, or even try, an anonymous account may leak your information, and it won't be soon before you recieve death threats,stalkers,or something even worse. It's better to go along with what he says, isn't it? He knows just what to say.

Idol!Alhaitham, that collects your photos instead. He has every single one of them pinned with respective dates, in a hidden drawer of his room, where not a single employee can find it to take it away. You realize how wrong things have gone when you start receiving copies of these photos with an abundance of his merch from giveaways you hadn't even joined.

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blarshwritezz · 15 days

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Yandere Idol x Fan Reader

Male Yan x gn reader

TW - general yandere behavior, captivity, killing

Idol!Yan was used to being in the limelight. Ever since he was a child people fawned over what a pretty young boy he was and how much talent he had.

Idol!Yan has been in countless failed relationships, usually with other celebrities. Idols, actors, musicians, influencers, even a free of his team members despite the scandals. None of them were up to his standards, however.

Idol!Yan never thought he'd find the love of his life in the front row of one of his concerts. You weren't special, why was he so attracted to you?

Idol!Yan sent his security to tell you that you had won a special prize and would get to go backstage in order to meet him. That wasn't the case at all however. He was curious. He needed to know why you caught his eye.

Idol!Yan was even more enamoured seeing you in more proper lighting. He was used to getting what he wanted, so he knew he would have you.

Idol!Yan started producing more love songs and holding special giveaways. Of course he always rigged it so you would win. One time you won a date with him, even.

Idol!Yan used that as his way to keep meeting you. You sometimes catch him just staring at you and practically drooling. He took every chance he could to touch you, to feel your pretty body beneath his hands...

Idol!Yan learned more and more about you every day. He'd stalk your social media profiles, checking at least every hour to make sure he wasn't missing anything.

Idol!Yan finally got you to be his partner. Finally you were really his! And he would never let you go...

Idol!Yan soon realized, however, that he should have kept your relationship a secret. The world instantly had its eyes on you. But you were his! No one else should even look at you!

Idol!Yan would rarely let you leave his house after he got you to move in with him. He couldn't stand the idea of the paparazzi seeing you. Or worse, all the people sending you so much hate...

Idol!Yan took away all your internet access. You didn't deserve to say all the mean things those awful heathens were saying about you. Saying your just a whore who wormed their way into his life...

Idol!Yan started returning home later and later. You thought he might be cheating on you, but he'd never! He was simply killing those trolls taking care of business.

Idol!Yan caught you trying to escape him once. Against his better judgement, he had to show you the news of how many people were being killed so brutally lately. He didn't show. You all the details of course, your eyes shouldn't have to see such gruesome things. Didn't you see though? The world was much too dangerous for you. You had to stay here in his home with all this advanced security so you could be safe.

Idol!Yan didn't ever let you leave. He even chained you up. Don't worry though, he'll take excellent care of you.

Less gooo another yan for my collection

#x reader #yandere x reader #blarsh writes #yandere #yandere idol #idol yandere #male yandere #male x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x you

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trashedinpluto-jpg · 1 year

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new fav silly little guy.. new fav silly little tweet

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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🎬 stuck with you !

a social media idol au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

Idols Inferno

Finding love in itself is a rollercoaster on its own, but it’s even harder when you’re an idol. How do idols find the time to perform and find a lifelong partner? The short answer is they don’t!

We bring you an exclusive dating show with your favorite top idols, including Y/N, Scaramouche, Barbatos, Lumine, Aether, Yoimiya, Kazuha, Ajax, and Alatus to name a few!

All your favorite top idols will be shipped off to a private island, where they’ll partake in many challenges and have the opportunity to woo one another. Amongst this they will be left with limited amenities and must fend for themselves.

Hosted by Yae Miko! New Episodes every Friday on Netflix

genre enemies to lovers, celebrity au, fake dating, dating show inspired by singles inferno

status ongoing, no update schedule

warnings time stamps don’t matter, alcohol consumption, mommy issues, eventual smut

taglist CLOSED! join my discord server to get pinged

extra might need usernames for the fans so lmk if i can use yours!

↳ playlist

NOW PLAYING!

starring…

↳ y/n and windblume | scaramouche and delusi❖n

ACT ONE: never settle!

PROLOGUE

O1. stay slaying

O2. biting my lips

O3. trip and fall

O4. am i cancelled

O5. i can fix him

O6. jumps off the plane

O7. forced smiles

O8. im a hater

O9. see you in hell

1O. tba

ACT TWO: fake it till you make it!

11. wikihow making fires

12. chef era

13. pick me choose me

14. sand in my ass

15. pass a note

16. jealousy, jealousy

17. see you in paradise

18. poolside shenanigans

19. ride home was silent

20. you’re a symphony, i’m just a sour note

ACT TWO: i choose you!

21.

tba

ROLL THE CREDITS!

author's notes: the title card came out sick i’m ngl and have you guys seen singles inferno i’m a whore for that show 🤭 there’s gonna be two soloists added into the show later to spice things up but i won’t say who yet! update: kinda wanna write this to get the scara out of my system so i opened the tag list again cus idk if everyone on it from last year still wants to be on it lmfao

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dragonzzilla · 11 months

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The whole "A male is only born to the Gerudo once in a hundred years" presents a fascinating psychological crucible

By accident of birth, you're othered from the rest of your people. There is literally no one else like you. No one alive at least. You are born in the shape and in the shadow of long dead monarchs, Great Men.

But what does it mean to be a man in a society that is otherwise comprised entirely of women (I do not believe in gender essentialism; but I do believe in societal pressures). You are a boy and are constantly reminded of it. A boy without a father, without brothers; and when you become a man, you will never have sons of your own or even nephews. You're a single drop of masculinity in a ocean of mothers, sisters, wives, daughters, nieces; awash in femininity but forever separate from it. You are a man and that makes you king.

Before you're out of swaddling, you're placed on a pedestal. Elevated, in some regards. Afforded the greatest privileges available to your people. But they're not quite your people. However thinly it is presented, there's always going to be a degree of separation from everyone you know and care about. Your otherness is constantly reinforced, celebrated even. You're going to be a king. And you don't get a choice in the matter. You must stand alone, forever.

There are other men in the world, but they are not Gerudo. There are Gerudo, but none of them are men. The only people who could understand your struggle exist only as imperious statues and aspirational legends. They are Gerudo men, just like you, but they're not people anymore. They are kings, conquerors, shapers of history, children of destiny, great men. You are a man and that means you are destined for greatness.

Try not to crack under the pressure.

#legend of zelda #gender thoughts #this doesn't preclude the existence of trans gerudo #and they obviously don't see men as superior to women #look at the way they treat outsiders #being a Gerudo Man though... oh boy (literally)#basically Assigned Leader At Birth #that's a lot of pressure to put on a baby #the reins are put in your hands but you're bound to the cart #also btw even though you're a king among us – that pointy-eared shlub over there lives an easier life than you will ever have #just take pride in the fact that you're a king and Super Special! :D #no wonder Ganondorf is nuts #when your only idols are ghosts

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beomiesz · 1 year

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distraction – choi yeonjun.

pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x g/n!reader

disclaimer: reader has a pussy but no pronouns were defined!

warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, pet/endearing names (baby, angel), orgasm denial, yeonjun is a messy pussy eater <3

word count: 3k

a/n: so... it was a request and i took so long to get this done </3 i'm so sorry anon, honestly i don't like sooo much how this came out but hope you do!!

permanent taglist: @wolfgurl2600-blog

the groove between your eyebrows is deep when you hear your doorbell ringing throughout your apartment, your legs lazily moving out of your bed to get you standing, the book still in your hands as you head to your living room, your fingers marking the page you were reading to make sure you won't get lost in the reading.

when you open your front door, surprise is an understatement to how you feel at the moment, a confused expression on your face as you stare at your boyfriend standing there, right in front of you, with the cutest smile you've ever seen.

"baby, hi!" he takes a step forward, entering your place excitedly and automatically looping your waist with his arms, hugging you tightly and resting his face on your neck, his lips planting a chaste kiss to your collarbone. "i've missed you so much…" his voice is muffled against your skin but you can recognize his whiny tone, your heart squeezes in your chest when the thought comes to your mind but you can't help it, wondering if he couldn't have chosen any other hour to visit you.

"hi, jun… i– i've missed you too." you reach his nape with your hand which is not holding your book, caressing his hair affectionately while waiting for him to pull away from you. however, he doesn't, he keeps his head leaned on your shoulder and his arms tight around your waist, you have no choice but slightly push him off as giggling to mask how you just denied his embrace.

you feel like there's an arrow crossing your chest when yeonjun steps back and looks at you, his pursed lips along with the sad gaze he gives you making the fact that he's upset way too obvious, and this is too much for you to deal with. in a matter of seconds, you leave your book on the living room table and cup yeonjun's cheeks, pecking his face several times and inevitably getting a smile out of him, he places his hands on the sides of your neck and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

"you don't want to be in my front door forever, do you?" you move away minimally, teasing and earning a chuckle from him as he nods, closing your door with his foot and smashing his lips on yours again, leading you to your bedroom, you're almost on your hallway when you remember your book.

reluctantly, you pull away from yeonjun's lips once again, his confused look making you smile and tell him to go ahead, saying that you just have to get a thing you left in the other room. he quickly agrees, continuing his way as you go back to your living room and retrieve your book, quickly searching for the chapter you were reading and trying to not get a spoiler as you flip through the pages, not taking too long to find it. analyzing the amount of pages left, you ponder if you should finish the story before giving yeonjun the attention he craves, there are only a few more chapters and he can wait a little, right?

with this in mind, you throw yourself onto the couch, craving for the words in the book as you finally can read it again and know how the story unfolds. when you were interrupted, you weren't too far away from finishing the antepenultimate chapter, and with the way you read every sentence as if you needed it to live, you don't take too long to be about to turn the page, and this is when the book is taken off your hands.

"what the fuck?!" as an automatic response, you yell at the black-haired boy holding your source of joy, the outraged expression on your face causing yeonjun to arch his eyebrows.

"now, what's that behavior?" he switches his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossed across his chest as he stares at you.

you stare back, petrified on your place and not daring to move even a muscle, you never swore at yeonjun seriously since when you two met for the first time and his reaction to it now is pretty scary, you can't remember if you have ever seen him furrowing the way he's doing now.

he watches your face, raised eyebrows giving away your surprise just as much as your hanging open mouth, you look so adorable like this. thinking about it causes his expression to soften, the small smile that blossom on his lips makes your stomach churn, your own lips press against each other into a thin line, suddenly shy, you avoid eye contact with your boyfriend, glancing at anything in the room that's not him, fingers fidgeting on your lap.

"how much time do you think you need?" you look at him confused, but he doesn't let you ask him what he means before continuing. "to finish your book, i mean."

"i don't know…" you bite down your lip, thinking for a bit. "less than an hour probably, i'd say just a few minutes. there are only three chapters left to be finished, actually two to be honest."

he sighs, a pout on his lips as he hands you the book, his reaction getting you more than confused, isn't he mad?

"just, please…" he says when you grab your book, not letting go of it yet. you glance at him, waiting for him to continue the phrase, his lips pursed in an adorable way. "i miss you, i came here because i thought we could hang out for a bit… so finish it already, i wanna cuddle with you."

you feel the heat reaching your cheeks, suddenly very aware of your boyfriend’s cuteness. the way yeonjun speaks, the pout still there as his plump lips move, the puppy look he throws at you, silently begging you to hug and kiss him and give him all your attention, makes you almost surrender – key word: almost.

it's been one month already since you got the book you are reading, and in the last week you haven't found the time to finish it until now, you are finally just about to know how the story ends and you can not waste this chance.

yeonjun is willing to wait for you, so why not? after all, it's just a few pages, right?

"don't worry, darling. i'm gonna be done before you know."

and just like that, you take the book off his hand and eagerly open it in the exact page, excitement running through your veins as you resume your reading.

yeonjun shuffles to the couch, sitting down and pulling out his phone of his pocket, he scrolls through his screen clearly upset, a frown on his face that goes unnoticed by you, your eyes 100% focused on the words in front of them.

you don't know how long you take, so immersed in the story and the final moments that you don't even notice how many pages you have been through – but there's someone who does. yeonjun's patience gets smaller and smaller by the minute, it's been a few minutes since he got bored of his phone and put it away, his eyes busy analyzing you minutely, going up and down your body several times as he watches the position you decided to be in.

with your feet on the couch, your legs are bent as you use your knees as a support to the book, the top of your thighs almost touching your belly and your inner thighs on display for yeonjun's hungry eyes, your tiny short is riding up your flesh and showing more than they're supposed to, seeing you like this causes a bunch of thoughts to come to your boyfriend's mind and most of them are unholy ones, he can't help but imagine how his head would fit perfectly between your spread legs.

he wonders whether you are wearing panties or not. he knows you long enough to know your very minimal habits, and this includes not wearing underwear when at home. he has fucked you so many times because of it.

yeonjun's mind goes wild, remembering all the times he pulled off your shorts just to find your arousal dripping down your thighs, no briefs to stop it. he remembers the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around him, how your walls spasm when you're about to orgasm and how they milk his dick, swallowing it back whenever he threatens to pull out…

no, he can't think about it or he will pop a boner right there.

he glances at your serene figure, reading with a smile on the lips and looking so entertained, he can't help but feel a bit jealous. it should be him, all the attention you are giving the book should be his. he wants to be close to you, feel your skin against his, your arms around his body hugging him so tightly as if you are afraid that if you release him he is going to disappear, he wants to turn into a tangle of limbs with you and never let you go.

and so he does. he moves closer to you, getting between your spread legs and poking your belly, earning your attention. you have a hard time to take your eyes off your book, making sure you finish the sentence you are reading before looking down at your boyfriend, meeting his puppy gaze.

"cuddles…" he speaks with a pout, sounding – and looking – like a kitty. you stare at him, blinking, a bit confused. "just let me hug you, you can keep reading."

at his words, a smile makes its way to adorn your face, you open your arms and wait for him to lay on you, and he does promptly. resting his cheek on your chest, yeonjun loops his arms around your waist, a satisfied smile on his lips and his closed eyes make him look so adorable, you feel like his teddy bear.

you place your book on top of his back and wrap your legs around his torso, easily going back to your reading as yeonjun feels your warmth, nuzzling onto your body further and further as if he wants to be under your skin, and in a matter of a few minutes hugging you isn't enough anymore. he needs more.

he tries to ignore how his lips are glued to one of your breasts, and how you slightly push it against his face whenever you move, but this is a hard task. even harder when the thoughts he was having moments ago come back, running through his head fiercely, he can feel the front of his pants getting tighter, his hands numb, throat dry and suddenly, he is pretty aware of how long he hasn't tasted you, it's been so many weeks that it feels like an abstinence. he glances at the clock placed on your wall, sweat running down his neck as he watches the seconds going by so slowly, he wants to be patient, he needs to, but he can't anymore.

he has waited long enough. he came to your place to have you, and this is what he is going to do.

reaching up for you neck, yeonjun starts to trail kisses slowly on your skin, his plump lips grazing your sensitive spot and sending shivers down your spine, arousal directly to your core. one of his arms leaves your side, hand traveling up to cup your boob, fingers rubbing and pinching your nipple through your shirt and you can't help but let out a shy moan.

"yeonjun… what're you doing?" you ask in a whimper, unable to focus on the words you were so interested in before. your fingers weaken and you let the book fall slightly onto yeonjun's back, sighing when he nips your skin and kneads your breast. "jun…"

"shh… don't worry, angel. just keep reading your book." he whispers, his raspy voice destabilizes you more than you want to admit, his soft, plump lips kissing your collarbone as he drags them down your body, you can feel your shorts dampening and sticking to you.

yeonjun crawls and gets lower on the couch, placing your thighs on his shoulders. a sly grin blossoming on his face when the glimpse of your perked up nipples against your shirt catches his eyes, he wants to lick and suck and bite them but he doesn't, instead he looks up at you. your intoxicated gaze pierces through his body, you are astonished, staring and waiting for his next move, you don't miss it when your boyfriend sink his teeth on his lower lip, a shaky whimper bubbling up your throat at the sight, you are taken by surprise when his thumb presses down your clothed clit, rubbing it slowly.

you buck up your hips, mewling your boyfriend's name and pouting at his teasing, the now forgotten book pressed to your chest as you stare at the boy between your legs, impatient.

"what's the matter, doll? you seemed to be enjoying your book so much just a few minutes ago..." you whine, how can he be like this? you are literally soaking your shorts because of him and he dares to pretend it is not his fault.

whimpering and complaining, you move your hips up and down his hand, the feeling of his finger rubbing perfectly against your aching clit making you throw your head back at the pleasure, a squeal leaving your lips when you receive a sudden harsh slap on your pussy, yeonjun's fingers sinking in your hip flesh forcing you to stop your movements, grumbling.

the boy holds your book, pushing it towards your face before saying something that catches you off guard, you can't help but frown in confusion.

"keep reading or i'll stop." he sounds serious, doesn't seem to be kidding, but you refuse to believe he is for real. what kind of order is it? doesn't even make sense, why would he ask you to keep your eyes on a stupid book instead of on his own? he loves to make eye contact when he is pleasing you.

you keep staring at him, astonished, blinking several times to try and process his order, lip between your teeth. you barely open your mouth to ask him what he means when a yelp interrupts your phrase, the stinging pain on your inner thigh due to how hard yeonjun pinches your skin.

"didn't you hear me? i said eyes on the book, not on my face." his harsh voice makes a pout appear on your lips, you snort and grab the book, begrudgingly going back to your reading, the story you were so excited about just a few minutes ago is not being so interesting now.

you get to read only one sentence before closing your eyes, teeth sinking in your lower lip as you suffocate a moan in your throat, head thrown back when yeonjun pushes your shorts aside and spread your folds, lingering a kiss to your clit. he teases your entrance, circling it with his forefinger, threatening to go in but never doing so before thrusting in at once, earning a gasp from you.

wrapping his plump lips around your tiny nub, he give it a harsh suck, flicking his tongue and sending waves of pleasure down your spine. his hair tickles your belly when he tilts his head, swallowing you further as his fingers work faster in your soaking cunt, going in and out at a fast pace and the tips brushing just right against your sweet spot.

it doesn't take too long for him to replace his fingers with his tongue, savoring your taste as dragging the wet muscle along your velvety walls, a muffled groan escaping him as he practically makes out with your cunt.

you try, you really do. you try your best to focus on the book before your eyes, but yeonjun just needs to be too good with his tongue. he barely started and you are already falling apart, gripping the book cover so tightly that you could rip it, but you won't. the object is a good way to hide your face from your boyfriend so he doesn't see that your eyes are actually closed, your lip almost bleeding between your teeth.

the way his tongue works so eagerly, fucking your hole just at the right pace, your arousal covering his chin and joining his spit, making a mess on your couch. you can't help the loud moan that leaves your lips when he starts to rub loosen circles on your clit, adding to your pleasure and you unconsciously buck your hips towards his face, shamelessly humping his mouth.

you feel the coil in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, your foggy mind unable to think about anything but how good yeonjun makes you feel, your book now being nothing but a vague memory in the back of your mind. your boyfriend increases the pressure on your clit, rubbing it harshly and causing your legs to tremble around his head, the knot feeling like it's gonna snap at anytime as he eats you out like a starved man, making you see stars, taking you to the sky and back, your toes curling in the air. and suddenly, it's all gone, just when you are about to hit the edge, yeonjun moves his fingers and face away from you as he looks up to watch your reaction, a smirk on his swollen, glistening lips.

you cry out his name, eyes wide open as you press the book onto your chest, staring at him with puppy eyes, he almost feels bad for doing what he's doing to you, keyword: almost.

"n–no, jun, please let me cum…" you whine, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes as you feel the frustration of having your orgasm denied taking over you.

"cum? aw, angel…” he cooes, ghosting his thumb over your clit. “what about you tell me how the book ends first?"

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 7 months

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𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱

Content Includes: Sub!Seonghwa x Mommy!gn reader, needy sex, nipple play, a fuck ton of it (fondling, biting, sucking etc), lotus position, kissing, praise, subspace, grinding, cockwarming, unprotected sex, 18+

Word Count: 980

Requested By: @ddeonghwassimp

‘Seonghwa…you okay?’

Your hands stroked Seonghwa’s soft, long hair as he settled himself on your chest, a soft hum of contentment vibrated through your chest as Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut.

‘Mmmm, just tired…really tired’.

It was more than that, Seonghwa looked burnt out and his energy was flat, he wasn’t just physically tired but emotionally depleted.

‘You can fall asleep if you want too precious, it’s late…I’ll be here when you wake up’.

The tone of your voice was soft, calm and nurturing as you continuously stroked your hand through his hair and rubbed his back.

Seonghwa’s body started to relax and loosen above you and it brought you relief, letting out a sigh of contentment as his body heat was making you sleepy and your mind drifted off.

‘Mmmm…mmhhmmm’

Muffled whines and whimpers brought you back into the present and the brushing of Seonghwa’s hair was tickling your skin, feeling his mouth warm and hot against your chest.

‘What’s wrong precious?, aren’t you comfortable?’

His fingers ran hastily up your sides, burying his face into your tank top and nuzzling as he rutted his hips into the sheets, his moans becoming more whiney and frequent.

‘I don’t want to sleep, I want more…’

A simple tilt of his chin and Seonghwa stared up at you with blown out pupils and hazy eyes, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip pouty.

‘Ohh precious…’

You deliberately shifted your voice into a more authoritative tone, one that you knew Seonghwa needed and he wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

‘You want to suck Mommy’s tits?’

Frantic nodding and the feeling of nimble fingers sliding your singlet up was the response you were looking for, smirking as you saw Seonghwa’s hips wiggle in excitement and his eyes sparkle in anticipation.

‘Yes, Mommy…please, that would feel soooo good’.

You gently grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, maintaining eye contact with him as you pressed gentle pecks over the tips of his fingers and his knuckles.

‘Go on then…’

You placed his hand on your clothed breast and smiled gently at Seonghwa, giving him permission by nodding your head.

‘Take what you need’.

His reaction was almost instantaneous as Seonghwa made small squeaks and hums of excitement as he pulled your singlet, exposing yourself to him.

‘Hmmmm’

Seonghwa groaned in ecstasy as his tongue swirled across your left nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking harshly.

‘Good…ahh! Good boy’

You praised in an attentive voice and enjoyed watching his lashes flutter, his face relax in relief and his body enter into a blissful state.

‘My gorgeous and special boy looks so pretty sucking on Mommy’s tits right now, let the day fade away my love and let Mommy make you feel good’.

‘Mmmm, Mommy’

Seonghwa whined out before releasing your right nipple with a loud POP as he tucked his chin into your chest, staring at you with glassy eyes, a wet mouth and drool on his chin.

‘Don’t say that…I’m already so hard for you…I won’t be able to calm down’.

‘Who said anything about calming down precious?’

Seonghwa’s whine was heavenly when you lifted your hips up and grinded against him, admiring his flushed cheeks and his pouty lip.

‘You can fuck me if you want too baby, Mommy wants to please you and help you forget about your day’.

A wet kiss was firmly planted on your lips, Seonghwa’s sighs and hums causing your body to shiver in anticipation from his touch.

‘Thank you Mommy, thank you…you’re so good to me…’m always hard for you’

The stars were in your favour that day when the weather was hot enough for you to wear a skirt, making the undressing process very easy with Seonghwa hastily pulling your panties down and off your legs.

A soft giggle left your chest as you admired how focused Seonghwa was looking, it was almost like he was on a mission to fuck you in his state of submission.

You beamed at him with shining love and helped Seonghwa pull himself on top of you, cradling his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

‘How do you want me precious?’

‘On top, want Mommy to ride me’.

Seonghwa hurriedly rolled over to his front and the ruffling of clothes being removed were heard amongst the silence, finishing with both of you being nude and his back against the headboard.

‘Just sit there for me baby’ You cooed at Seonghwa as you began to straddle him, finding yourself in a make-shift lotus position.

He was so hard. You were so warm.

You weren’t aiming to finish, you just wanted to cherish the time of Seonghwa being in such a needy state when he’s had a bad day.

But fuck, your body and mind was drowning in heat when you looked down to see Seonghwha in an absolute fucked and needy state of wreck.

Glassy eyes, hair dampened to his forehead, reddened cheeks and mouth wet with drool as he was completely entranced by watching your tits bounce in his face, fingers dipping into your hips as he grinded his hips against yours.

‘Mommy has the best tits’ He murmured, his mind content in a far-away place.

‘’M a good boy for Mommy…Mommy’s good boy…’

The sex was intimate, quiet and filled with care as your praise and reassurance carried Seonghwa to his release, finishing with a whimper of your name.

‘There we go mmm? You did so well’

A messy kiss was pressed to Seonghwa’s forehead, smirking at his whines and hums when you ran your hands up his shoulders, feeling his hips still under yours.

‘I’m going to clean us up now’

Seonghwa’s hands clutched firmly on your hips, gasping as you grinded over his sensitive and overstimulated cock.

‘No…’ He let out a frustrated whine, lip pouting and brow scrunching.

‘It feels so good, Mommy stay more?’

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hana-no-seiiki · 11 months

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐂! [ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 ] 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏! 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

— [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] ( full drawing at the end of post )

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌. This was the norm with idols. Nothing was wrong with such a premise you surmised, as only fools would believe their idols act the same on camera and behind. It was simple. They had an image and a personality, two completely different things in the entertainment world.

Hayate’s image was this brash, straight to the point, no nonsense person. A man who did not care much about looks, but was completely devoted to the art of music. A startling contrast to his angel like singing voice. Gap Moe, as his fans and manager would put it.

Hayate’s personality behind the cameras however, is what you would say an almost complete one-eighty.

The bi-colored haired boy was total skincare fanatic, he loved fashion, planning out his looks, journaling, and working out for the sake of keeping his body in shape. You say almost because he was incredulously meticulous either-way. You never met a man who was so passionate that it often infected you to do the same in your career and life. He enjoyed idol-work, breathed it, and deserved every bit of success he’d gotten so far.

He was also, still brash even behind the scenes.

“Why the hell would you be jealous of me?” To many, Hayate’s voice was intimidating — rough, and quite loud. It was jarring to see him switching from his speaking one to his singing. But to you who had spend far too long with this man, it was normal. And sometimes normal was something to crave for.

And boy did Hayate enjoy those normal moments between you two.

“Hayate, who wouldn’t be jealous of a man whose group had won several awards in their rookie years, now topping every chart.”

“A complete All-Kill, innit?” Your co-worker spoke from a couple of feet away. He was in charge of styling Hayate’s mess of a hair. The two of you are the only people capable of being physically close to him, aside from his members without being mauled. And you mean mauled in every sense of the term.

“Besides that, you’re just so motivated all the time. It’s like you have endless energy to do what you have to do.”

You noticed Hayate visibly relax, his tense posture almost escaping your eyes earlier. You make a mental note to bring him out to rest again one day. Most likely after your pay-day. Hayate always offered to pay for stuff you two bought on an outing but you just couldn’t do him like that.

Your co-worker chimed in again, “Meanwhile [Y/N] is here downing several [Fave Caffeinated Drink] just to get through the day.”

“Why are you here again?” You and Hayate deadpanned in sync, earning a laugh from all three of you in the room.

“I just . . . have a good. . . source of motivation.” The singer gave you a heavy, alluring stare. His muscle tee allowing you to view his neck slowly turning scarlet.

“He’s all red.”

“Fuck, I completely forgot to blend his neck! Wait, where’s my foundation brush?!” You screeched, running out to find wherever it could have gotten to in the building, knowing you most likely forgot it in the another member’s room. Either completely unaware of Hayate’s intense look, or simply too dense to understand the connotation of it.

Your colleague snorted as the door closed behind you, “You’re going to have to be more obvious than that lover boy, they’re worse than a brick wall.”

“. . .”

“Not even a sure, mate?” The British man sighed. It was always like this. Whenever you were out Hayate would just go silent. Only ever speaking to direct the stylist’s actions. You always insisted that your client saw you two as equal as you’ve never witnessed him acting this way, and every time the hair stylist spoke to you about it he could feel the menacing glare down his spine just provoking him to speak so that Hayate would pounce at an excuse to fire and sue him for defamation.

Once he was done styling the idol’s hair, Mr. Co-Worker backed off immediately. Knowing full well of the consequences of lingering around Hayate any longer.

“I’m back!” You hollered, a limp on your step due to a large man glomping you from behind.

“And who’s that behind you?” Your co-worker sighed. With you around his risk of dying goes down by at least 70%.

“Ehe.” But with Eve of all people to rile Hayate up, he’ll have to crank those chances back up again. The visual of the group had apparently stolen it earlier when he came by to do his daily dues in pushing Hayate one step further to an aneurysm. It was an important duty he had to fulfill as a member of Yesterday’s Dawn, and bringing you into the mix happened to annoy the vocalist the most.

“Don’t ehe me, Soo-bitch! Get the hell out of my make-up room!”

Eve smooches you on the cheek before promptly sticking his tongue out, “BLEGHHHHHH!!!”

You froze in response.

You see the veins protruding on Hayate’s temples and neck, reminding you of the job you came into the room to properly finish. Angry Hayate was something you haven’t seen in a while, but experienced has taught you not to react much and proceed with your job as if he isn’t planning several ways of mutilation at the moment.

It worked as moments later he calmed down and began chatting with you again.

Perhaps you should retract your judgment of his character. Hayate didn’t have sides he just had layers, and you his beloved make-up artist, were in the deepest one.

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[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ]

Hayate was pretty much born from my weird obsession with working out and practicing the violin lately. My parents said that I look and sound hella constipated doing both and so an emotionally constipated yandere just came into mind.

also i “referenced” that one photo of jungkook holding a mirror to jimin’s meme face for this in case you thought the artwork looked familiar. tried using a new hair coloring style ehe.

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kuromiiy · 7 months

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so far away.

.pairing. nonidol!yunho x reader

.synopsis. long distance relationship between you and yunho but with a happy twist.

.warnings. none except grammar

.tags. fluff, slight angst

being in a long distance relationship wasn’t originally what you planned, but after meeting yunho your whole life seemed to change.

you never were much of a social butterfly, frankly you hated going out and into places with lots of people. you loved being a homebody, enjoying calmness and quiet but even when that was your life, one you were pretty content with…there still was something missing, or rather someone.

so you went out of your way and downloaded an app, hoping to meeting you someone special and that you did.

it didn’t take long for you to fall in love with yunho, his charm and humor was something he pulled you in with.

everyday you woke up to good morning, baby! did you dream sweet? and everyday you fell asleep to good night, my love. i love you.

you even met his best friend, his other half mingi, which you quickly became best friends with too. he often messaged you, sending you silly pictures of your boyfriend or letting you know what he’s up to if yunho’s too busy to do so himself and for that you were truly thankful.

because lately yunho has been quiet, he barely text’s you, always busy with dancing class, well, thats what he says and of course you believe him! he’s an active person so it’s not abnormal but it does hurt a little bit, you miss him a lot.

you miss him, you want to be part of his daily life but you can’t, not fully at least. but mingi sent you a pic of yunho one night, fast asleep on his desk, looking like he worked on something for some time. you can’t really tell on what though, it’s blurred. mingi wrote underneath “he’s been stressing about this for so long, he even forgets to eat and drink. don’t worry tho! i’m reminding him (:”

you didn’t exactly understand what he was referring to but it must be very important. with that knowledge you could calm down and sleep better but also worry a bit about your yunho, as he clearly overworks himself..

after two weeks you suspected that he might be working on your birthday present, your birthday that was just around the corner, especially because he was pretty secretive about it too and even after bothering mingi, who also acts kinda suspicious you let it drop.

two days before your special day yunho calls you, smiling so bright you could swear he’s brighter than the sun. he tells you “babe, are you excited for your present?” of course you were, he treated it like a government secret after all. “you know i am but i’ll be patient, promise.” after that his smile seemed to grow even more and he tells you, how the wait is gonna pay off.

you wondered what he made you and if it will arrive on your birthday or a few days after.

so imagine the surprise when your present ringed your bell, standing only one feet away from you with a box and spread arms, waiting for you to jump into.

and that you did, with tears streaming down your face.

“happy birthday my love, may all your wishes come true” he whispered. and god, they truly did.

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tr0p1cal · 8 months

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cats got your tongue

the star series master list

synopsis: finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

pairing: minho x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff, crack, coffee shop au, college au, non idol au

warnings: sexual themes, language, toxic ex, mentioned cheating, mention and consumption of alcohol, kys/kms jokes

note: this is strictly a work of fiction and not meant to portray a realistic version of the idols in any way. It is simply fantasy and meant purely for entertainment.

start: 23/9/23

end: tbt

status: ongoing (ish)

schedule: Monday and Friday (maybe💀)

🖍 = written portion within the part

teaser / aesthetic

introduction

one - L

two - nice distraction

three - questionable

four - not really but kinda really

five - trust your judgement

six - favoritism

seven - this you?

eight - get well soon I guess?

nine - no idea what a 3RACHA is..

ten - he’s alright I guess..

eleven - always get what I want🖍️

twelve - exiled for the time being

thirteen - Song Mingi hate club

fourteen - rainy gets bitches!?

fifteen - just don’t get caught

sixteen - very wrong

seventeen - not my business

eighteen - would give the would to you

(coming soon)

nineteen -

twenty -

twenty one -

twenty two -

twenty three -

twenty four -

twenty five -

…

bonus parts

lee knows birthday

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sunoofairyofsass · 19 days

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What types of videos would they send you | Enha Hyung line x GN reader

Divider by @cafekitsune

(Kind of rushed this-)

Heeseung

Warning:Nipple play,cumming in clothes

Oh he would definitely send you videos of him playing with his nipples,for your and his pleasure.It would start slow,with him only teasing himself over his shirt,but he would soon rip his shirt off and rub his nipples, even pinching them from time to time,making him moan louder and louder.

That eventually would lead him to cumming in his shorts,staining the fabric.

Jay

Warning: Masturbation,cumming in clothes

Of course he would send you a video of him getting stiff.Of course he would send you a video of him stroking himself over his sweats.But it did lead him to accidentally cum and stain his clothes.

Can you blame him though?He feels so good when he does it.

Jake

Warning: Dry humping,pet play

Pillow humping.He doesn't care if he stains it.He'll film himself humping it like a dog in heat,he even wears the puppy head band and collar sometimes.

Sunghoon

Warning: Big dildo?,edging,cock ring,mention of amab reader

Now I love Dom Hoon, dont get me wrong,but let me introduce you to sub Hoon.

When he feels needy when you're away, he'll send you a video of him using a large dildo in himself just to fill the emptyness inside him.Of course he uses a cock rig so he doesn't cum without permission because he is such a good boy.

But after you get back home you give him what he wants

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I Want to Feel You Near~

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warnings: dom reader and sub taeyong, dom reader and sub yuta, toys, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (im talking in the dorms but in front of the members), mild masochistic yuta, a little bit of degradation but its mild!

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a/n: this is my first time ever converting a story into y/n im sorry if its a little stilted i usually write mlm! also reader is gender neutral, no mention of their genitals whatsoever to make sure people arent uncomfy. also no mention of skin tone/identifying features.

You loved all the 127 boys, they were all perfect in their own rights, whether you were fucking them or getting fucked by them, whether they were a sub or dom, kinky or not, you loved them all.

Of course, you treated them all differently accordingly, and the person you were always the most hesitant with was Yuta. It was no secret amongst all of you that he was constantly switching between dominant and submissive, topping or bottoming, even his interest in sex at all would wax and wane.

So you always made sure you could cater to his current needs—and that he felt comfortable with sex at all—before you ever engaged in anything with him.

But, when Yuta was in the mood, after that initial conversation, you could go as crazy with him as you wanted. Yuta was down for it all, anything you could give, he would take it gladly, and his desire to please alongside his obvious kinkiness was so perfect for you that you could never help yourself.

Taeyong, contrastly, was always a set constant. He was a sub, he loved pleasing you but he wasn't nearly as kinky. Taeyong needed praises and sweet words even alongside cruel actions, and you could provide that for him, but Yuta wanted anger. He wanted to be treated so cruelly that he sobbed, that he felt every ounce of his stress get forcibly yanked from his body.

Like you said, different but perfect all the same.

Taeyong and you together were originally thought to be the most vanilla couple within the main 127 dorm, but the boys quickly discovered through waltzing into your bedroom unannounced more than once that it was not the case.

While you could never get as kinky with him as with Yuta, Taeyong certainly was in his own right.

And those two dynamics led you to the current moment, Taeyong's lower body and your own covered under the blanket in 127's living room, both pretending to watch the movie that had been turned on, when, in reality, both of you were more focused on each other than the screen.

Your own eyes continued to watch with no problem, but Taeyong's continuously flitted around nervously, slipping closed momentarily only to reopen when your hand, slowly jerking him off up under the sheets, reaches a particularly good spot.

Taeyong risks a glance at you, and you don't even glance back at him, continuing to watch whatever was going on. It must've been the genuine indifference to his plight—or maybe the way you sped up the hand on his cock—but Taeyong's head lolls, his eyes rolling backward a little.

At that moment, Yuta laughs.

And you don't think anything of it. Honestly, maybe whatever was on screen was funny, or maybe the boys said something funny. Who knows. You weren't really paying attention.

But you see Taeyong's head snap over to look at Yuta, even through whatever pleasure he's experiencing. Whatever Yuta does in reply makes his hips cant forward, enough to be noticeable even under the blanket.

Taeyong's head comes closer to your own, and he whispers. "Yuta k-knows."

Yuta knows, and Taeyong loves it. He loves the feeling of being caught, the dirty sub that he is.

And you love the way it makes Taeyong feel, you love the power it gives you.

So, you turn your body, enough to look like repositioning, but really just turning so you can stare Yuta dead in the face as you continue your ministrations.

"You're doing so well, my pretty boy." you murmur into Taeyong's ear, and it sends his eyes rolling in his skull again.

Your hand slowly jerks at Taeyong's hard cock, looking at him directly as if to challenge him. As if to say 'do something about it, you won't.'

And Yuta won't.

He can't help the shiver that runs up his body as he looks at you and feels your dominating aura focusing on solely him. He can't believe that you're doing this, not that you're having public sex with Taeyong—honestly that's a pretty normal occurrence—but that you'd flaunt it so boldly in front of him.

He'd been in a bit of a domming period for a while, so it was strang ethat you would challenge him like this, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't want to see what happened next, that he wanted to fight back against you.

Taeyong's head is slumped over, his body imperceptibly rocking as he undoubtedly begins to lose control, his face flushed red with arousal, embarrassment and heat.

Your hand stops on him. Yuta can tell because Taeyong's eyes fly open, his hips twitching again, silently looking at you with a plea to let him cum.

But you don't think about that right now. No, now you're thinking about Yuta. You have two boys pliant for you to toy with them, and you're going to use the situation to the fullest of your advantage.

Your lidded eyes trail down to Yuta's prominent bulge, and then back up to his eyes, which have been watching you and Taeyong ever since he caught onto your little game.

You continue to stare at him, making it clear that your goal is to make Yuta as wrecked as Taeyong is under your hands, even if you can't touch him.

You all have been watching this movie for at least an hour, and Taeyong is certainly reaching the final stages of remaining subtle while getting a handjob and being edged repeatedly. His hips keep bucking into the sheets, only lightly stopped by the leg that you've thrown over his and a sharp glare that keeps his lips parted.

But, you decide that he's had enough of a grace period. So you bring your hand back onto him. Taeyong's teeth clamp down on his lip in an effort to keep from moaning out loud, his head falling back down as he continues to get pumped in their shared living room, in front of nine different sets of eyes.

You jut your head at Yuta for Taeyong to follow the motion, and Yuta's tongue prods at his cheek in reaction to Taeyong's ruined expression.

You can't say that you don't feel the same, but you hide it better.

Taeyong's usually large bright eyes are lidded and nearly black with arousal, his cheeks redder than any blush could make them, his mind and body both crumbling.

Yuta can't stop staring at him, as though he was entranced by the scene playing out in front of him, and as if on command, you make direct eye contact with him again and you lean down into Taeyong's ear again.

"Such a patient boy for me. You can go ahead and cum, you earned it."

The second the words fall from your mouth do Taeyong's eyes roll back to fully reveal the white.

"Oh, fuck!" He whines, his voice loud and high-pitched.

You watch as Yuta bites down on a gasp, and you tear the blanket off Taeyong's legs at the same time the rest of the members turn to stare.

Taeyong's hard, red, dripping cock shoots cum all over his clothed stomach, his hips bucking wildly in the air as he gasps, breathless, seemingly losing all control of his body when he was allowed to cum.

Yuta himself can't stop staring at Taeyong's face, the wantonity of his expression, the way his mouth hangs open as he gasps, the way his eyes roll back and flutter closed.

It makes him shiver, muscles clenched to avoid cumming in his pants like a teenager at the scene.

The aftershocks of the orgasm leave Taeyong twitching and nobody dares to speak for a moment or two while Taeyong collapses into your lap, exhausted and out of breath.

"Dude... that's what they were doing? I thought Taeyong was just feeling bad," Mark says. A hum of agreeance from the rest of the group rings out.

"Pause the drama," you grin.

"Yongie wants you to watch us play today, and enjoy the view for a few minutes while I get something."

"It's too much!" Taeyong whines, grabbing at your shirt, and the breathiness in his tone makes Yuta's hard cock twitch in his pants.

Your hands grip Taeyong's face, "Colour?" you question.

Taeyong's 'green' is breathless.

"Then you'll fucking take it."

Right before you leave the living room to get your things, you looks pointedly at Yuta.

"And nobody touch what's mine while I'm gone."

But Yuta doesn't, still reeling from what he just watched.

Taeyong will use the time as a reprieve, to catch his breath from his rushing orgasm and Yuta will try to use it to psych himself up for whatever is in store when you get back, knowing he won't be able to.

The boys have all quickly abandoned the drama for the promise of a scene they'll get to watch, and Yuta had stopped paying attention twenty minutes prior.

You come back with two vibrators and lube, quickly uncapping it and pouring some onto your hand.

"I had to jerk him off dry, but my pretty slut was so horny he couldn't stop dripping, so the slide wasn't too bad."

Taeyong chokes on his spit as you wrap a lube covered hand around his sensitive cock.

"Isn't that right, Yongie? You were so turned on that they could figure out your dirty little secret at any time that you couldn't help but leak everywhere?"

"Yeah! Couldn't help it, y/n, you make me- ah! Crazy," Taeyong whines, hips rolling.

"Oh baby, I know I do."

Your hands land on the magic wand vibrator that you brought, turning it on the first setting and pressing it to the base of Taeyong's cock.

Taeyong's body jolts with the vibrations, whining loudly.

"Aw, Yongie, you're already dripping again," you tsk.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, y/n. It just feels so good!" Taeyong babbles, his hand gripping onto your arm.

"Oh no, baby, don't apologise to me, apologise to them." You say, gesturing around.

"Just look at what you've done to poor Mark"

Taeyong glances around to find Mark, only to catch him with his head tilted back, Johnny's hand languidly stroking him under his pants.

"Jaehyun too." he smirks.

Jaehyun who's got his hand down his own pants.

And now, your chance to toy with your other boy.

"Of course, let's not forget about you, Yuta. Your cock has been hard in your pants for the better part of thirty minutes. You just sat there hard, watching me play with my pretty boy without saying anything like a good bitch."

Yuta scoffs in reply, but it comes out weaker than he intended for it to.

"Look, Yongie, you made him so hard." you murmur, wand still pressed to Taeyong's cock, who lolls his head over and smiles. "'m glad, glad to please you, Yuta."

Yuta smirks, the same one he does when he's domming, but you won't let him gain back his confidence in those abilities so quickly.

"Or maybe it was me, hmm? Me staring at you as I jerked Yongie off because I knew you wouldn't dare say anything?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Yuta bites back, unconvincing to his own ears.

"I don't need to flatter myself, I know it's true. You think we don't know your tells by now? You think that we can't tell when you want to dom and when you want to sub? You may be a good actor, Yuta, but you aren't that good."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe instead of antagonising me, you could put that focus on your slut. He looks like he's about to pass out." Yuta replies back, a pretty desperate attempt to avoid the conversation.

You passively glance back over at Taeyong, moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, revelling in his gorgeous moans.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. He's taken worse, and I'm a good multi-tasker."

"Shut up, y/n." Yuta dismisses, looking to dodge whatever you're plotting to yank him full force into the subspace that he's been oscillating in and out of.

"Is that the Nakamoto Yuta backing down from a challenge?" You grin, moving the vibrator closer to the head of Taeyong's cock.

"Y/n!" Taeyong damn near squeals, and it makes Yuta's breath noticeably hitch.

"You're only backing down because you know you'll lose if you keep going, isn't that right, Yuta?" you ask.

He scoffs again, rolling his eyes, "Maybe I'm backing down because I want to watch the show in peace and enjoy myself?"

"Yeah, just like you were when the movie was playing? When you kept locking eyes with me and practically withering under my gaze from across the room? Just like the way you tried so hard to maintain eye contact earlier and broke it because you couldn't?"

Yuta feels breathless, out of his element. He wasn't prepared for you to get deep enough in his headspace to call him out like this, he wasn't really prepared to start feeling subby when he caught the two of them under the blanket. He's been hard for too long and he wants to touch himself like the rest of the members are doing but he knows that the second he touches himself he'll lose the already slipping control of the situation.

The vibrator reaches Taeyong's cockhead and within a second he's already stuttering. "Y/n! Can't— I-I'm close, going— need-"

"It's fine, go ahead and cum for me, love." You permit, watching as Taeyong's legs lock up and begin to spasm, pretty cries falling from his lips with pleasure, blending in with Jaehyun's groan as he cums simultaneously.

He looks so pretty, so wrecked between the two intense orgasms he had, seeming now as if he's half floating with pleasure and it makes Yuta long for that same feeling.

You and him are the only ones who haven't touched yourselves since this whole thing started and you can tell that Yuta wants nothing more to feel the same sort of ecstasy that is crashing through Taeyong's body, the feeling that comes from being toyed with for so long and finally getting to experience that ear ringing orgasm.

He gulps and clenches his fist into the side of his sweatpants.

When Taeyong is done, you click the vibrator off.

"Can I take care of Yuta for a moment, baby?" you question him lowly, always ready to give the option of immediate aftercare to Taeyong, Yuta be damned, but he nods, and then slumps again to catch his breath.

With that, your unwavering attention is back on Yuta, walking closer to his spot on the couch adjacent to you.

"You're lying to me, Yuta. Just admit it, just say that you're slipping into subspace, that you don't want to challenge me."

"I'm not admitting shit, because it's not true."

"Yuta, for someone who's an actor, you're really shitty at it right now." you lean in closer, placing your hands on the couch between Yuta's head, caging him in.

You tower over top of him in this position, you standing and Yuta sitting, his body caged in and trapped.

If he tried to stand up, it'd be so easy for you to push him back down, to keep going as though Yuta never tried to protest in the first place and god is that incredibly arousing for the both of you.

He gulps, eyes flickering all over your amused face. His cock feels rock solid in his pants, and Yuta wonders if you would jerk him off or put the vibrator on him if he caved.

"Just admit it, Yuta. You've slipped. You're not domming anyone and you know that you don't want to. You want to be toyed with until you cry you want to be fucked stupid. You're horny and you want relief, and you know what the easiest way to do that is?" You lean in far enough that your mouth is right beside Yuta's ear, and you dig your tongue into the sweet spot right below it, the one that makes Yuta clamp down on his mouth to suppress a sound which would surely spill out as a whimper or higher moan.

Then, you simply whisper, "Admitting that you want nothing more than to be a good little slut for your dom, because everyone knows that's what you are."

With that, the moan mixed whimper that Yuta worked so hard to bite back spills from his mouth, and you pull back with a grin.

"There we go, Yuta. Isn't it better now that you've admitted what you want? Now say it."

Yuta wouldn't, not to everyone. Not when he'd fought back with you so much about not feeling like a sub, not when he'd outright denied it so many times. It would be embarrassing and humiliating to give in to what you told him he was with such ease and— fuck, all of that sounded incredibly hot. Curse his humiliation kink.

You roll your eyes, grabbing Yuta's chin between your tumb and pointer fingers and pull him up from the couch, bringing your faces close.

"Say. It." You demand.

The words spill from Yuta's mouth unwillingly, "I want to be good."

You weaken the grip on his chin, but hum nonetheless, clearly prompting him to say it louder.

Well, it was obvious that he'd cracked anyways, Yuta reasons.

So louder, loud enough for the room to hear, he repeats "I want to be a good sub for you, y/n."

His voice comes out whiny, though it's only a bit higher than usual.

"That's a good boy," you smile, and you push Yuta with both of your hands back onto the couch.

"I'll ruin you just like I did Taeyong, you slut." You coo, and Yuta whimpers, eyes casting around the room.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time, even tonight that the other boys had gotten a great view, and he would be the best show.

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