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2cupids · 4 months ago

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warnings! camgirl!reader, use of a d.ildo, m.asturbation (f & m), reader tastes herself. mdni (17+).

length. 1.2k+

bachelor!jaemin who works a physically demanding blue collar job that leaves him feeling empty and soulless almost every, single day. and as good as the money is, he finds himself growing more and more tired of the same lackluster routine each day.

he chooses to relieve the stress caused by his job by blowing off steam at the gym, having a drink at the bar at one of the nearby restaurants, or simply just spending a quiet evening unwinding with his favorite meal as he sits back on the couch and appreciates the view of the city from his high rise apartment, occasionally even snapping a picture with his camera.

though he would have to say his ideal choice of relief at the end of a long day is when he gets to return home on the days you stream. the excitement that flows through his veins as he logs into the website and waits for your stream to start precisely at six o’clock is unmatched.

apart from your charming personality, pretty face, and lovely body of course, he was drawn to your creativity and dedication with every cosplay or costume you dressed up in, even noting the small details you would add to your makeup to really bring the outfit together. it was cute. honestly, he found everything you do cute, borderline adorable if he had to admit it.

he sits behind the computer screen with a smile on his face, typing his response anonymously behind his username as you talk to him and the other viewers with that bright look in your eye that could brighten even his gloomiest day. you recognize his user as one of your top viewers as you read his comment about how he finds the little bunny costume you have on today incredibly cute and you blow him a kiss.

right as he’s about to send you his second tip of the stream, another viewer beats him to it, tipping you and asking for a three-sixty of the outfit and you kindly oblige. jaemin leans back into the soft leather of the chair as he watches you do a slow turn for the camera to show off the costume. between your tits, hips, thighs, and ass, he doesn’t know where to look as his eyes roam over every visible part of you and he can’t but wonder how you could be anymore perfect in his eyes. “..damn,” he murmurs quietly, as he squeezes his dick underneath the computer table, feeling his jeans become a little tighter.

eventually, you get to the part of your stream that all your horny viewers are waiting for where you’re driving a big, fat, plastic dildo into your sticky core as your legs are spread nice and wide for the camera. your moans fill the expanse of the room as they filter through the speakers over into jaemin’s side, causing an intimate feel to permeate throughout the room.

jaemin’s rough, calloused hand glides effortlessly up and down his lubricated cock, wrapped tightly around his thick shaft like a makeshift vice. tips and comments continue to flow into the chatroom and you try your best to read each one, your breathy voice sending a shiver down his spine.

it almost feels like he’s on facetime masturbating with you by the way your heavy lidded eyes gaze into the camera seductively as you play with your pussy. jaemin’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip while he watches the juices that coat the toy you’re fucking youself with as it glistens under the bright lights of your set up. all he can think about is how much he wishes he could take the place of that stupid dildo, and how much better he could make you feel instead of a piece of plastic. you deserve it. not to mention how he imagines just how crazy tight pussy clenching around him would feel, sucking him in deeper and deeper into your warm, gummy walls.

he teases the head of his dick, smearing the oozing precum around his sensitive slit as his hips jerk into his hand from the stimulation and a thick moan leaves his lips. your soft voice reaches his ears again as you start to talk to the audience again. now your other perfectly manicured hand is stuck between your legs rubbing your clit as you pant with teary eyes. “oh my gosh. shit..,” you whimper. “let’s– uhmmp– let’s cum together.”

that soft, shaky voice of yours triggers something inside of him and he leans his head back against the head rest as he continues to watch you, now furiously fisting his cock as if your words were a command and he’s determined to obey them. your sweet sounds get louder as your face screws up in pleasure as you get even closer.

deep grunts originate from jaemin’s core and a thin layer of sweat covers his forehead. his body trembles slightly as his chest heaves until he suddenly freezes. his eyes close as orgasmic bliss fills his entire body, his heavy balls contracting as his cum spills from his dickhead and onto his hand. your voice pitches up in volume as your orgasm rushes over you as well, your release creating a shiny film on the sex toy as you cum all over it.

you quietly catch your breath as the comments continue to go wild and the sound of laughter is pushed out of your chest as you read them. reaching for a tissue to clean himself up, he glances up at the screen upon hearing your laugh and he can’t but smile yet again at your adorable little laugh, only to have that pleasant sound silenced a few seconds later as your lips wrap around the girthy toy, slobbering on it before moving to drag your tongue along it to taste yourself and jaemin’s dick starts to come to life again while he watches you.

after cleaning himself up, he leans forward to send another donation and to send a comment praising your performance. it’s nearly impossible to miss the way your eyes lingers on the camera as you read the compliment and thank him. it’s as if you know it’s him and you’re staring into his soul with those big, pretty eyes of yours.

jaemin stays until the end of your stream like always and keeps tipping random amounts of money at anything he finds cute that you do or more sexual acts you perform. time seems to fly and just like that, you’re already starting to bid your goodbyes to your viewers, making sure to give an additional shout out and thanks to your top viewers like you usually do.

“and lastly, a special thanks to 0813kitten,” you read off jaemin’s user and throw him a flirty wink. “see you gentlemen on sunday. like i always say, don’t jack off without me, but if you must, make sure to be thinking of your favorite model.. goodnight!” with one more wave to the camera, you click off your stream and finish it up for the night. jaemin looks at the dark square where you were just a mere few seconds ago and sighs deeply, already counting down the time until he can see you again.

god, what a hold you have on him.

tagging <3 @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. girl why this kinda ass but anyways, thank you for reading lol. feedback is appreciated!

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kathaelipwse · 4 months ago

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Dancing in the Moonlight | H.Hyunjin

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers

Synopsis: A late-night walk through the quiet city turns into something more when Hyunjin, ever the romantic, asks you to dance under the streetlights. As music drifts from a nearby café, confessions slip through the cracks of a long-time friendship—changing everything in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Warnings: Fluff and more FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.3K

Authors Note: Hyunjin as the bsf to lover trope- ahh I dunno this has my heart lmao-

The city breathed differently at night. It exhaled the day's anxieties, replacing them with a hushed, almost reverent calm. The harsh lines of buildings softened, streetlights cast a warm, forgiving glow, and the air carried the faintest scent of jasmine from hidden gardens. You walked beside Hyunjin, the silence between you a comfortable, familiar language.

Your hands, tucked deep into the oversized sleeves of your favorite hoodie, occasionally brushed against his. It was a fleeting, almost accidental touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine each time. Hyunjin, his hair tousled by the evening breeze, seemed lost in his own thoughts, his hands buried in his pockets.

“I can’t believe we’ve been walking for hours,” you mused, tilting your head up to look at him. The streetlights painted his profile in a soft, golden light, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips.

Hyunjin grinned, glancing down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Regretting it?”

“No,” you answered too quickly, then bit your lip, a blush warming your cheeks. “I like nights like this.”

He hummed in agreement, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. “Me too.”

That was the thing about Hyunjin. Being with him was effortless. There were no awkward pauses, no forced laughter. Just the comforting silence of shared history, the unspoken understanding that came from years of friendship. Best friends, since childhood. That's what you were.

Or, at least, that’s what you had always told yourself.

You remembered the day you met. You were both awkward, lanky kids, new to the neighborhood, and he had offered you a half-eaten bag of chips, a gesture of unexpected kindness that had blossomed into an unbreakable bond. You had shared secrets whispered under starry skies, dreams sketched on crumpled notebooks, and the bittersweet ache of first heartbreaks.

But somewhere along the way, the lines had blurred. The laughter felt a little lighter, the touches lingered a little longer, and the late-night talks turned into confessions whispered in the dark.

“Wait,” Hyunjin suddenly stopped walking, and you nearly stumbled, your thoughts interrupted.

“What?” you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

He held up a finger, listening intently. “Do you hear that?”

Frowning, you focused. The faint melody of a song drifted from a cafe a few meters away. It was a slow, romantic tune, a melancholic piano melody overlaid with a soft, breathy vocal. You gave him a questioning look. “Yeah…?”

A mischievous grin spread across his lips, transforming his features. “Dance with me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “What?”

“Dance with me,” he repeated, already reaching for your hand, his fingers warm and strong against yours.

“In the middle of the street?!” you exclaimed, glancing around the empty street.

“Why not?” He chuckled, his fingers lacing with yours, effortlessly pulling you closer. “No one’s here but us.”

Your heart stuttered, a fluttery, anxious thing trapped in your chest. But you let him guide you anyway. Because that’s what you always did—let yourself be swept away by Hyunjin’s spontaneity, his infectious energy, his unwavering confidence.

He placed one hand on your waist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you, and suddenly, you were swaying, feet moving in sync to the distant music. The world around you blurred, the city lights fading into a hazy backdrop. There was only him—the warmth of his palm against your skin, the soft pull of his touch, the way his eyes shone under the streetlights, reflecting the moonlight.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, trying to sound exasperated, but your voice betrayed you, tinged with affection.

Hyunjin smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But you love me anyway.”

Your breath hitched. He said it so easily, so playfully, like it meant nothing. Like it wasn’t the exact thing that had been haunting your thoughts for months.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes to hide the way your pulse quickened. “Debatable.”

“Liar.” He twirled you suddenly, catching you off guard, and a laugh bubbled from your lips before you could stop it.

You hated how effortlessly he could do this—make your heart race, make you forget where the line between friendship and something more even existed. You weren’t sure when it started, this feeling. Maybe it had always been there, a seed planted in the fertile ground of your friendship, nurtured by shared laughter and whispered secrets. Or maybe it was a more recent bloom, a sudden realization that the boy you had known for so long had become a man who made your heart ache with longing.

You remembered a time in high school, during a particularly chaotic party, when you had found yourself alone with Hyunjin on the rooftop. The city lights had spread out beneath you like a glittering carpet, and the air had been thick with unspoken words. He had looked at you then, his eyes filled with a tenderness that had made your breath catch in your throat. But then, he had laughed, a nervous, self-deprecating laugh, and the moment had passed, leaving you with a lingering sense of what could have been.

And now, with his hand in yours, with the city quiet around you, with your heart screaming at you to say something, to do something—it became impossible to ignore.

Then, mid-spin, he whispered it, his voice barely audible above the music.

"I think I’m in love with you."

You froze, your feet rooted to the spot.

The words hung in the air, fragile and weightless, like a snowflake about to melt on your tongue. The music seemed to fade away, the city lights dimming, leaving you in a bubble of stunned silence.

Your feet stopped moving, but Hyunjin didn’t let go. His grip on your hand tightened, his expression unreadable, a mix of vulnerability and raw honesty. His eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, burned with something raw, something real.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain refused to process the moment, refused to believe it was real. Hyunjin was your best friend. He wasn’t supposed to say things like that. He wasn’t supposed to make your heart feel like it was about to burst.

“Y-you…” You swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “You mean that?”

A soft chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to say it until now.”

Your chest ached, emotions crashing into you all at once. Part of you wanted to scream, You’re an idiot. I’ve been in love with you too. But another part of you—the scared part—wondered what would happen next. If things would change. If you’d lose him.

Hyunjin, always so perceptive, must’ve seen the hesitation in your eyes, because he exhaled softly and stepped closer, his free hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, reassuring.

“I don’t need an answer right now,” he said gently. “I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

Your breath wavered. “Hyunjin…”

“Just…” His forehead rested against yours, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me if there’s even the slightest chance you feel the same.”

Your heart clenched, a painful, beautiful ache. “You idiot,” you whispered back, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Of course I do.”

He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes, his expression a mix of hope and disbelief. “Yeah?”

A breathless laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

And then he was smiling—grinning, actually—like you had just given him the entire universe. Before you could overthink it, before your fear could take over, you lifted yourself onto your toes and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

Hyunjin blinked, startled. “Did you just—?”

“Yes,” you cut in, flustered, your cheeks burning. “Shut up.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the empty street, a joyful, unrestrained sound that made your heart soar. And without warning, he pulled you into the tightest hug, lifting you off the ground just slightly. You yelped, clinging onto him as he spun you around, the both of you laughing like kids.

When he finally set you down, his hands still rested on your waist, his forehead pressed against yours once more. His smile softened, his voice dropping to something impossibly tender. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your entire body, a warmth that had nothing to do with the night air. “Then do it.”

Hyunjin didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head slightly, closing the small gap between you, and then—his lips brushed against yours, soft and hesitant at first, like he was savoring the moment, testing the waters. But when you melted into him, when your fingers curled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, he deepened the kiss, pouring every unspoken word, every hidden feeling into it.

The kiss was a revelation. It was a culmination of years of friendship, a release of pent-up emotions, a declaration of love whispered in the language of touch. It was tender, passionate, and utterly breathtaking. You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, a sense of falling, not into an abyss, but into something safe, something real.

The city around you faded away, the distant music becoming a soft, romantic soundtrack to your shared moment. All that remained was the two of you, standing under the warm glow of the streetlights, the world holding its breath.

When he finally pulled away, his lips just barely ghosting over yours, he grinned, a wide, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. “You’re mine now.”

You chuckled, nudging his chest playfully. “I think I’ve always been yours.”

Hyunjin beamed, pulling you in again, holding you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting, familiar sound that now held a new, deeper meaning.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you realized something: you had spent so long wondering if loving your best friend was worth the risk, if it was worth jeopardizing the precious bond you shared.

Now, you knew.

It always was.

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with the unspoken weight of newfound love. You felt a sense of peace, a quiet joy that settled deep within your bones.

"We should tell the others," Hyunjin murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

"The others?" you asked, pulling back slightly. "You mean our friends?"

He nodded, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah. They've been waiting for this for years, you know. They'll probably throw a party."

You laughed, picturing your friends' reactions. They had always teased you and Hyunjin, their playful jabs about your "obvious" feelings a constant source of amusement and embarrassment.

"They'll never let us live this down," you said, shaking your head.

"Who cares?" Hyunjin shrugged, his smile widening. "As long as we're happy."

He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, and began walking again, this time with a newfound lightness in his step. You walked beside him, your heart overflowing with happiness, the city lights reflecting in your eyes like tiny stars.

You passed the cafe again, the music still drifting through the night air, a soft, romantic melody that now seemed to perfectly encapsulate your feelings. You paused, looking up at Hyunjin.

"That song," you said, pointing towards the cafe. "It's perfect."

He listened for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "It is. It's like it was written for us."

You smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Maybe it was."

He squeezed your hand, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Maybe it was."

You continued walking, hand in hand, the city lights guiding your way. You talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams, the comfortable silence between you now filled with a new, unspoken understanding.

As you approached your apartment building, Hyunjin stopped, turning to face you. The streetlights cast long shadows, creating a romantic, intimate atmosphere.

"I don't want this night to end," he said, his voice soft.

"Me neither," you admitted, your heart pounding in your chest.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. His touch was warm, reassuring.

"Can I… can I kiss you again?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, soft and tender. The kiss was slow, deliberate, a silent promise of more to come.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his voice husky.

"Goodnight," you replied, your voice barely audible.

He lingered for a moment, his gaze lingering on yours, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the night.

You watched him go, your heart filled with a mixture of happiness and longing. You couldn't wait to see him again, to spend another night under the moonlight, dancing to the rhythm of your newfound love.

You entered your apartment, a smile still playing on your lips. You changed into your pajamas, your mind replaying the events of the night, each moment etched into your memory.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling with dreams of the future. You imagined a future filled with laughter and love, a future where you and Hyunjin were inseparable, a future where your love story continued to unfold under the soft glow of the moonlight.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but smile. You had found love in the most unexpected place, in the arms of your best friend, under the dancing moonlight. And you knew, with a certainty that warmed your soul, that this was just the beginning.

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iveneverbeenhere · 4 months ago

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💧Drying sleepy Namjoon’s Hair💧

Genre: FLUFF

A/N: Late Valentines post. I’ve been sick 🤧

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“Your little grass patch is growing out again.”

“Mhm.”

His lashes tickled your knees as you slowly kicked your legs in a back-and-forth motion. Both of his hands placed on the back of your legs smacked a beat along your calves. Droplets of water fell from his buzzcut like a freshly watered grass field; they slid down his face dripping down to your legs due to his proximity.

“You wanna schedule an appointment?”

“Mhm.”

He could barely focus with your hands on him. Rubbing the warm towel on his soaking scalp in a gentle back-and-forth fashion. He felt his eyes begin to droop as his hands began to stop their thumping beat; transforming into a gentle hold as he loosely gripped onto your right leg. His breaths evened out into a deep hymn.

“You’re not listening are you?”

“Mhm.”

You give a small sigh as you look down to wipe the excess droplets off his face. His face chases your hands, unable to hold himself up.

“Let’s go to sleep, Hun.”

You take such good care of him.

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leehnz · 3 months ago

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nerdy!mark x fem!reader

summary: mark is helping you cram for an exam, but you’re too exhausted and overwhelmed to focus.

wc : 1.5k

you sit criss-cross applesauce across from the dark haired boy in front of you–that boy being mark lee. “are we almost done yet?” you drag out the last word of your sentence, finally succumbing to your exhaustion.

mark sighs, a stern look on his face as he shakes his head no. “it’s only been 15 minutes yn.” you dramatically sigh in response, draping the back of your palm against your forehead as you dip into the bed.

“it feels like it’s been forever though!” he softly chuckles, adjusting his glasses. he stares at you for a moment, pondering, before closing the folder that held your scattered notes. “what’s this really about y/n? i can tell something's bothering you.”

it was true, something was bothering you. but you couldn't tell mark—of all people—just what it was.

you had invited mark to your house to help you cram for your biology exam. the two of you were in the same biology class─the same biology class that led you to meet the dorky fluffy haired boy who had been captivating your thoughts for a while now.

you had quickly taken a liking to him as soon as you first laid your eyes on him. he was extremely introverted, often keeping to himself; always opting to take the seat up front because he knew nobody else liked to sit so close to the professor.

you remember the exact day you finally built up the courage to talk to him. of course, you had been eyeing the boy for some time now, trying to figure out the best way to approach him, but he was so closed off and hard to read–it made you hesitate.

“hey!” you exclaimed, plopping down in the seat next to him that fateful day. he merely glanced at you, nodding in acknowledgement, but it was hard to miss the pink that coated the tips of his ears as he did so.

“did you do the homework?” you probed after an extended minute of silence. he simply nodded again, his eyes downcast and glued to the sheet of papers in front of him.

you found his shyness endearing, and it was that interaction alone that piqued your interest in him even more. you studied him for a moment, debating whether or not to continue talking to him.

it was obvious he was rather reserved, but you couldn’t tell if he would be willing to continue to talk to you or not. yolo you thought to yourself, deciding to break the silence once more.

“do you talk?” you teased, drawing invisible patterns against your desk. you were certainly more nervous than you made yourself out to be.

he finally broke his silence, glancing up at you briefly. a confused expression painted his features, but he adjusted his glasses and responded nonetheless. “yes, but we’re in the middle of class.”

just as you had thought, he was extremely academically oriented; the complete opposite of your own attitude toward school. you didn’t want to bother him, but you had been waiting for so long to talk to him and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

yet still, the voice in the back of your head reminded you that he might not be interested, so you merely hummed, nodding your head as you continued to stare at him.

you were completely aware that staring at mark probably wasn’t much better of an option, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his cute doe eyes, smooth skin, and the adorably focused expression that adorned his face.

“class is about to start,” he whispered, stating the obvious as the professor walked in holding the materials to start the class. you softly chuckled at him, feeling a fondness for the boy already forming in your heart.

from that day on, you decided to make it your mission to sit next to him in every class.

every morning you would slyly slide into the seat beside him greeting him with a good morning, or a good afternoon. mark would simply nod in response or on some days when he was feeling extra generous, verbally respond.

occasionally, you found yourself nudging the boy asking for a pen or a pencil, or to look at his notes to better understand the content. and each time you couldn’t suppress the smile that found its way onto your lips every time he grew flustered at your pestering.

of course it was apparent to you that mark found you odd and bothersome at the beginning–the two of you had spoken about it before. but the more you continued to make the effort to speak to him, the more he gave in and warmed up to you.

“mark, can you help me with this? i don’t understand anything the question says..” he leaned in closer to you, so much so that you could feel his body heat. it was funny, you thought, that the boy always blushed whenever you teased or touched him, but he was so oblivious to it whenever he leaned in real close to you to assist you on a problem.

“oh it’s simple, you just..” but you didn’t hear the rest. by then, your chin rested on your palm as you admired mark in all of his fullness.

you should’ve been paying attention to his words—really, you should’ve—but instead, your eyes traced the slope of his nose, the way it crinkled ever so slightly when he concentrated.

his brows furrowed just a little, deepening the crease between them as he glanced down at your notes, his bottom lip jutting out in thought. his lips were soft-looking, pink, and slightly parted as he paused to find the right words—making it even harder to focus.

but most importantly his voice–it was laced with that gentle patience he always seemed to have, even after bothering him.

how the light caught in his eyes, warm brown with flecks of honey that seemed to glow when he tilted his head in your direction. there was a spark of excitement in them when he finally saw the realization dawn on your face, his expression softening into that signature, dimpled smile.

that was the day you officially fell for him.

but you were way too scared to tell him, for fear of scaring him off.

ever since he had grown fonder of you, the two of you spent time together–even outside of class.

attending school events, grabbing lunch together, and you were so infatuated with him that you even went to the music club he was president of after your classes.

so it was no surprise that you were sitting frozen, slack jawed in front of him as he rose his eyebrow awaiting your answer. “yn?” he softly questioned again, the stern look on his face morphing into one of concern.

you look away from him, attempting to avoid eye contact as much as possible. all of a sudden, he was the one making you nervous, not the other way around.

you felt the bed shift weight a little, signifying mark’s physical movement. in an instant, he was sat next to you, his head tilted in front of your face that hung low in embarrassment.

“are you..nervous?” he hesitatingly asks. by now, the papers he had been using to help you cram had been abandoned, and all you could feel was mark’s body close to yours.

the boy who’d been occupying your thoughts for the past few months was closer to you than he ever had been, and you couldn’t believe it. you swallow, finally gaining the confidence to look up at him.

“yes,” you breathlessly whisper, making eye contact with the gorgeous swirls of honey that danced in his eyes. mark’s face contorted into one of surprise and confusion, and you couldn’t help it when your finger found its way to his plump right cheek, poking it.

“yn-” he whined, swatting your finger away whilst chuckling. you immediately push your hand back, feeling your cheeks warm up at the unexpected intimacy. “i’m sorry-”

he stops you by leaning in, the scent of his cologne overflowing your nostrils as his arms wrap around your body holding you close. you sit slack against his body, reveling in his warmth for a moment as he continues to rub circles on your back.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it yn, but I’m here for you.” you couldn’t stop the tears that brimmed your eyes threatening to fall as he gently slid his palm up toward your scalp, gently stroking your hair.

your shoulders shake as you sniffle, beginning to sob uncontrollably in his arms. he was right, you couldn’t talk to him about what was bothering you because you didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had: an amazing friendship.

you aren’t sure how it happens, but your head is now resting against mark’s lap as he sits on your bed, pulling the duvet over your shaking body. his hands gently continue to mess around with your hair, petting and twirling it delicately.

you find yourself growing sleepy, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. you had never imagined a moment as intimate as this ever happening between you and mark, but it was. and although you were too scared to confess, you would never take it for granted.

just as you’re about to drift off into la-la land, a land where you and mark could be together, you hear the dark haired boy faintly whisper something.

“i love you, y/n”

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zorange13 · 4 months ago

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— enhypen as boyfriends

enha x fem! poc reader (only rly jay's part but not many other descriptors)

did this on a whim, i just wanted to feel something idk. i’ve been starving you guys so hopefully y’all fw this til i pull myself together!!

2.5k words; not proofread sigh…

cw: suggestive content (only for hee at the very end), humane flaws, that's it i think lmk if i missed something!!

lee heeseung

protective

heeseung isn’t controlling, not at all. he’s never going to try to get you to not wear what you want. nor is he going to get jealous of guys liking your posts. he’s very big on knowing who he’s with and not trying to change a baddie. he respects your independence!!

still, he knows that some people are weird and that not everyone has your best interest. so he will always do his best to ensure that you’re safe. holding your hand extra tight in crowded areas, having you walk next to or in front of him at all times, always looking your way when you guys are apart but in the same room—just to make sure you’re comfortable.

very masculine—but very secure

this might sound crazy, but heeseung is like one of the straightest men i’ve ever seen. he genuinely loves women so much—namely, you—that nothing pleases him more than being an equal counterpart for your femininity. you don’t touch doors, you don’t carry things, your feet don’t touch anything wet, if your feet hurt he either gives you his shoes or carries you.

he buys you perfume to match his cologne so you’ll turn heads together. he’ll let you paint his nails and do face masks and swatch makeup on him because that’s what he’s there for. why not? he’s never going to tell you no.

however, heeseung is…

prideful

don’t neglect what i said about him being very masculine; what comes with masculinity—a lot of the time—is pride.

heeseung hates being wrong, hates looking stupid, and if you guys are arguing and you start making sense then he just goes quiet…because really what can he do? you just ate him up!! but he’s wrong. but he’s gonna pout, cross his arms, smack his teeth, clench his jaw, nodding like he’s really minding what you’re saying. but it’s not like he’s not hearing you—he just doesn’t want to catch an L because that’s really hard for him to do for some reason. and don’t let you hear him shut down and you be like, “oh, ok…that’s what i thought.”

it would take everything in him to not crash out but it’s ok!! give him a minute and he’d apologize. it would kill him to admit it but, when you’re right…you’re right. and he knows that you would do the same thing if it was the other way around. “i’m sorry, you were right and i love you.” because as much as it wounds his pride, he cares more about making things right with you. nothing matters more than you. once you accept his apology, he’s pulling you in for a hug and taking you out or even making it up to you in other ways…

park jay

thoughtful

jay is always thinking of you—for everything. he’s always considering you and has you in mind for everything he does. if he sees that your curl cream is running low, he’ll get it the next time he’s out. he sees your glass of water getting empty, he fills it up. but also just things that can make your life the slightest bit easier, he’ll pick out your outfits, help you do your hair the night before—he tries but most times you’ll just tell him you got it because he really has no idea what to do. but he’ll sit and watch you do it so he can keep you company. besides that, he makes decisions with you in mind and wonders how it would affect the relationship. if his friends want to hang out, he’s like, “does she need me for the night?” if he’s making plans for the weekend, he’s wondering, “would she enjoy my little itinerary?” he just does this because he wants you to be happy at all times no matter what.

so loyal

this man is as loyal as can be, he only sees you. the thought of being with other women repulses him and he does not entertain that shit. if he sees some girls in his comments doing a lil too much he is not scared to block, delete a comment, or even let you comment if you feel so bold.

“raw and deep juseyo” “ntm girl…”

but yes, jay does not play. although it’s not like he’s disrespectful to other women. he’s nice to strangers, he’ll hold doors and help if he sees someone struggling but not to the extent where he’s going to let it go inappropriately further. just don’t disrespect him or his relationship and he’s good.

however, jay tends to…

internalize and compartmentalize

he is way too good at being calm and rational. so much to the point where he struggles to be vulnerable or even address things that bug him. if you do something like make a joke he doesn’t like, he won’t say anything to you to correct it. then you keep making that joke or something within the same subject matter, soon during an argument—or even during some type of conversation, he just snaps. or he’ll throw it in your face and you’d just be confused.

“why are you so upset?” “i don’t know” he does. he’s just been holding it in for 3 months. he’s there for you emotionally, no problem. as you are for him, but when it comes to dealing with his own emotions, he’s just not totally there yet.

sim jaeyun

such a genuine sweetheart

everything that he was when you met him is who is now. jake doesn’t change up, doesn’t try to do anything to make you second guess him and his intentions. he loves on you so hard and genuinely will sit and write you a list of what he did for the day and all of the moments he’s thought about you during it. not to mention just how warm he is, he feels like such a ray of sunshine for you that there’s no amount of happiness to replicate how you guys feel with each other. it’s disgusting…

shows you off

he posts you, comments on all of your posts just so people know who he’s lucky enough to have pulled. being a boyfriend is a full-time job and it pays well, so with that he’s always talking about you. even when he’s not physically with you, he's talking about you. “you said you liked my shirt? yeah my wife got it for me.” “jake, you’re not even married.” “not yet but like…”

he just loves you so much and feels so honored to be in your world. it would honestly be a disservice to not show you off to the universe and remind God of the beauty He created.

however, jake is…

too trusting for his own good

jake genuinely tries to see the good in people. he believes that the whole world isn’t totally plagued with losers and weird people but sometimes that’s not the case. he’ll give everyone the benefit of the doubt—even people who clearly don’t deserve it. you could be like, “babe, don’t you see it? he’s using you.” “no…he’s just going through a rough time.” it’s so sad seeing him be so naïve but he usually doesn’t realize until it’s way too late. even then he’d still try to see their side, “yeah he might have stolen all of my money and got a foreclosure on my house but, maybe he deserved the money more than i did.”

park sunghoon

consistent and forthright

sunghoon doesn’t do weird situationships. if he likes you, he likes you and that’s it. he’s going to put in the effort, remind you of who you are to him and you’d see what he feels that way. no unnecessary jealousy, no breadcrumbing, no trying to make you “earn” him—because he’s the man wtf. none of that, he just enjoys you and spoiling you. he loves showing you his affection in the ways that he can.

actually funny, but never intentionally

hoon isn’t much of a talker. even jake said if he were to go on vacation with a member it’d be him because he doesn’t say much. but when he’s in a playful mood, hoon will express that. also sometimes he’ll just say things with a straight face and you just burst out laughing. sometimes his reactions to things will even make you laugh. like if you trip or something he’ll just look at you and be like “damn that’s crazy…you alright?” and reach his hand out to help you and make sure you aren’t hurt. just the walking embodiment of “this life thing is happening to him” rather than him just doing life.

however, sunghoon…

struggles with verbal affection

like i said, he’s not much of a talker. so the best way for him to show love and affection is through acts of service and physical touch, anything else sort of makes him uncomfortable. so if you’re the type who needs verbal affirmations to sustain your end of the bargain then you might be frustrated. granted, there’s no doubt in your mind that sunghoon loves you. you know that for a fact, but sometimes he just assumes that and that you just know because of what he does for you.

he might not go on for long speeches about how much he loves you, but he always wants you to know—and you do—how you’re safe, loved, and cared for when you’re with him.

kim sunoo

social butterfly

everyone loves him. family, friends, strangers, it doesn’t matter. he makes you feel so comfortable to be around him to the point where if you guys are at a function and you feel awkward, just stick with him and you’re good. this is so important because it can help when you’re feeling overwhelmed and he’ll just subtly tell you to go decompress, especially if you’ve used up your social battery for the night.

expressive and affectionate

he’s not afraid to love you out loud. hand-holding, social media praise, hyping you up, giving you physical affection, anything that he can do he does it. “you’re so gorgeous…it’s almost making me sick. how dare you?” love to him is to be expressed in a kind way and it’s meant to be shown and felt and you guys do that for each other all the time.

however, sunoo can be…

a little too honest

ok so he doesn’t always mean to do this. but he’s never been the type to lie, which comes in handy for when you do in fact need the cold, hard truth. but in normal interactions, you’d be like, “be honest, do you like this outfit?” and he’s just standing there, blinking. “i mean…it’s not your best.” it’s never meant to be mean, but if you’re sensitive, it might hurt. if he notices your mood drop, he’ll immediately be like, “WAIT, i didn’t mean it like that! you still look cute!!” but sometimes the damage will already be done, and you would have to have a talk with him about his delivery.

yang jungwon

reliable and responsible

you’ve never met someone more reliable than this guy. when you’re in a pinch, he’s there. when you need to get picked up because you missed your bus, he’s either sending money for a cab or driving you himself. he just handles things and even though you worry about him taking on things that he isn’t technically responsible for, he wears it with pride. to him, having a boyfriend means he should encourage you to stay on top of your shit. reminding you of appointments, deadlines, or making a plan when you’re both lost in the middle of nowhere (because, unlike you, he actually read the directions). he just gets it done and he never makes you feel like a burden.

playful, but he doesn’t do too much

when jungwon laughs, he laughs. with his entire gut and it can feel good when you’re making him laugh. but not when he’s laughing at you. either way, won is quick, witty, and just the right amount of annoying. so he would poke fun at you and not in a way that hurts your feelings, just in a way that you be like “shut up,” and try not to laugh at whatever he’s saying. he loves to make you flustered though, if he does then he’ll for sure lean into it because he’s usually always the one smitten by you.

however, jungwon can be…

too self sufficient

he’s so independent and used to taking care of others that he just doesn’t know how to ask for help. being so used to handling his own stuff makes him feel better because it means he’s not burdening you. but…that’s what you’re here for! to be there for him when he needs it. but sometimes when he’s stressed or upset he’d keep it from you and it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t want to add to your list of things to worry about. which can cause some friction sometimes and you truly just wished he would let you in more.

nishimura riki

actually your best friend

i see riki wanting to actually build friendship and camaraderie with someone before anything. so when you guys do get there and things turn romantic, it’s the best thing ever to have a boyfriend and best friend in one. you want to watch the new season of love island with someone? you’re having a sleepover. one of you guys did some shit for the plot? immediately a 3-hour debrief session. he’s such a ride or die and nothing gets boring with him around. so if you ever want to go on a spontaneous adventure, or make a ridiculous joke, you always turn to him. riki is your man but he’s also your stupid ass best friend and that makes life so much more enjoyable.

flirty, even when he’s got you

the chase doesn’t stop once he gets you and you love that. the fact that he still makes you feel so wanted so deep into the relationship is honestly the glue. if anything, the flirting has cranked up a notch and that only makes things exciting, it keeps things fresh. even after the honeymoon phase, he’s still kissing you, pulling out the red carpet, bragging about you, complimenting and praising you. this makes y’all’s dynamic so much more fun and intimate when you guys—especially him—are still showing interest in each other.

however, riki can be…

a little too nonchalant

though i firmly believe he was a nonchalant dreadhead in his past life, riki sometimes can come off as nonchalant when he’s really just easygoing. it’s not that he doesn’t care, he just can’t always gauge whether you’re being serious or not. he’ll laugh things off when you say you want to have a serious conversation and while he thinks he’s cheering you up, you just want validation in whatever it is you’re feeling. it’s a way he protects himself from getting too deep or emotional, but it’s not always the best approach for handling the serious stuff between you two. sometimes you have to call him out on it for him to realize that not every situation can be brushed off with a laugh.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #kpop x black reader #enhypen fic #niki x reader #kpop #jake sim #park jay #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #kpop x poc reader

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wishpid · 1 month ago

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Ruby Lips, Sexy Hips (the typa chick you wanna sing about)

Pairing: Rockstar! Woozi x Fan! Female! Reader

Length: 1,811 words Genre: 90's(?) au, rockstar au, meet-cute

Warnings: making out, woozi puts his hand on reader's thigh, one curse word, woozi calling reader pet-names, lots of use of the words: lips, ruby

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inspired by post from @leahwrldlol & thank you @gnabhanji04 for helping me out with this!!

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"Thank you & Good Night!" Woozi yelled into his mic, bowing to the crowd as he stepped off the stage. He felt high off the energy inside the venue, floating on the way they screamed his name. "Thanks," he responded offhandly as someone handed him a water bottle. Woozi dunked his head back, letting the cool liquid soothe his throat.

"JI! My man!" A voice called out, their arm falling down onto his shoulders. He smiled back in greeting to the other three rockstars. Chan and Hongjoong following behind the eldest, Yuta. "Great show tonight."

"Thanks, guys," Woozi replied as he slide out from Yuta's embrace, still hot from being under the heat of the lights. He chugged more of his water, finishing the rest of the bottle.

"Afterparty at the factory?" Chan asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"You know it," Woozi smirked, walking backwards into the awaiting crowd of groupies and hardcore fans. Shaking his head as the other three males whooped in exictement.

"Met you there!" They yelled back. Woozi ignored his friends cheers instead turning around to his fans. He stopped abruptly, barely catching himself as he narrowly avoided falling into the female fan standing in front of him.

"Hi," Woozi breathed out with an airy smile gracing his face. "Want me to sign that?" he asked as he reached for the sharpie in her hand. His fingers brushing against hers as he took the pen. "Who to?"

"Y/N!" she spoke as leant closer to the star, her red lips speaking near his ear.

"Y/N.." Woozi tested, rolling the name around in his mouth as he got used to the name. He stood back, his eyes dragging up and down the female's body. Her dark hair bringing out the deep red on her full lips. His gaze lingered at the slither of skin between her cropped shirt and tiny skirt. Glupping, he looked away to stare back into her eyes, which were darken with the eyeliner around them. "You know, you're the type o' girl they write rock songs about," he flirted. Woozi smiled, delighted as he noticed how her breath hitched in the slightest manner.

"Really?" Y/N questioned, once she gained her composure back. She quirked her ruby lips as she raised an eyebrow back at him.

"Oh yeah, Y/N... I'll think of something," he continued with a hum.

"I'll hold you to it then," she flirted back, their eyes never leaving each other's. His eyes flickered over her entirety once more.

"That's fine by me. I'll see you soon, Y/N," Woozi whispered the last part, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. He tore himself away from her, unaware to the way her body violently shivered as he moved on. "Cheol," Woozi beckoned his close friend and manager over.

"Everything okay?"

"Peachy. Do you see that girl over there?" Woozi pointed out, craning his neck through the small crowd. "Invite her to Universe Factory for me," he informed the male.

"No problem, but will she know who's asking?" Seungcheol questioned.

"Yeah." Woozi patted the other's shoulder in thanks. "She'll know who it is," he continued, smirking as he looked in Y/N's direction once more.

"Don't make trouble for yourself," Seungcheol forewarned the rockstar. Woozi just waved him off as he greeted more of his fans. "I mean it, Jihoon."

"I know what I'm doing," Woozi reassured the older male. "She's not just another groupie."

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Y/N looked around the small club in awe. To her left was Jeonghan, famous actor and house-hold name. And sat on her right was Jay, an upcoming guitarist in the rock scene. Y/N was sure that she was one, if not only, of the very few non-celebrities in the room. She sipped on her soda in attempt to ease her nerves.

"Y/N, glad you could make it," a melodic voice spoke over the music. She snapped her head, looking over her shoulder. There in all his glory stood Woozi, the ever captivating and elusive rockstar.

"Me too," she joked, turning fully in the barstool in order to face him. "I'm still a little surprised they let me through the doors," Y/N said, taking another swig of her coke.

"Baby, this is Woozi's room. They let in anyone that I say to," he spoke absentmindedly, watching the way she tipped her head back. He licked his lips, unaware to how Y/N had caught the action. Clearing his throat, Woozi composed himself.

"Thirsty?" she teased. Her red lips smirked at him.

"Very." Woozi eyes flickered to her lips then quickly back to her eyes. They sparkled mischievously at his barely restrained actions. "Can I get you something?" He asked as he flagged down the bartender.

"Cherry Coke."

"Just a soda? Nothing with some edge?"

"Nah,this girl doesn't need more than some cola to have fun." This time Y/N's eyes dropped to look at his lips before snapping back up to his eyes.

"Alright." he shrugged. "A Cherry coke and an Cass beer please," Woozi spoke to the bartender. He leant close to the female as he ordered. "Come sit with me. I wouldn't be a good host if I left you to sit by yourself," Woozi said, turning his attention back to Y/N once more.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"And I won't be intruding on somebody's night?"

"Definitely not." Woozi offered his hand to the female. Taking it, Y/N allowed the male to help her off the bar stool. Woozi maneuvered the two of them so she was front of him. Placing his hand on her side, his calloused fingers rubbed at the exposed skin. "Thank you," he said as their drinks were placed onto the bar. "Come on, Y/N." Woozi guided the girl to the un-named VIP table in the corner with his hand on her hip. "Guys, meet Y/N," he greeted as they reached his trio of friends. "Y/N, meet Yuta, Chan, and Hongjoong," Woozi introduced. Y/N chuckled under her breath at his plain actions.

"Pleasure to meet you guys. Although I don't think the full introduction was needed," she spoke, trying to ease the tension. The trio silently exchanged looks with one another as Woozi urged Y/N to sit. He followed behind her, his arm returning back to her waist.

"Likewise," Hongjoong was the first to respond. Though his gaze bounced around the table in hestation. Yuta nudged the males next to him, trying and failing for it not to be noticed by the female.

"But, um..." Chan stopped. Y/N watched as the trio murmured and nervously in their seats. Her polite smile dropping as she observed their actions.

"I should go-" Y/N begins but is quickly interrupted by Woozi.

"No. These guys were just leaving, that's all." The rock-star onwer counters. He turns to the fumbling trio, eyes speaking volumes to them.

"Ji's right. Let's go kiddies," Yuta speaks, he throws you a wink as he scoots out of the booth. "Have a good night," he remarks before offically leaving Y/N with Woozi.

"I told you."

"Told me what, darling?"

Y/N laughs at the casual use of the pet name. Woozi watches her, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "I told you: I'd be intruding on somebody's night."

"Who cares?" Woozi's gaze wavers down to her dark red lips. "You're not intruding on mine," he speaks in a hush voice. A finger lightly circling the dip of Y/N's hips. A small quiet gasp, lost to the loud sound of the music in the club, falls from her lips. Y/N leans in, her face now a few inches from the singer's.

"I'm not?"

"No, I'd argue you're the highlight." Woozi drew closer, his head tilting as their eyes locked.

"Over performing for hundreds of screaming fans?"

"Oh, Y/N -" Her name coming out like honey from his mouth. "Your's are the only one that matter." He placed his other hand onto her lower thigh, his thumb cocooned between. She made the final move, erasing the miniscle space that remained. Her lips colliding with his, perfectly melding together as they devoured each other. Woozi could taste the sweetness on her tongue left from her coke. He chased it, his hands enclasping around the soft skin of Y/N as he did. She sharply inhaled, her thighs momentarily trapping his thumb as she reacted. "Fuck, baby," Woozi cursed in the air between them before diving back into her lips. Enthusiastically chasing and pulling her back in when she faltered. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, pushing at him in order to speak.

"I should be going," she whispered, her voice hoarse and breathing hard, in the minuscule space.

"No. Stay please," he begged before pressing his lips to hers again. Using the arm around her middle, Woozi brought her closer to him.

"I wish," she mumbled against his lips as she played with the nape of his hair. "But really, I should go," Y/N said, pulling away from him once more. He followed her lips with a sigh before falling back. She tilted her head mirroring the disappointment Woozi displayed; his head flopped over the back of their seat.

"Are you sure?" Woozi turned his head to face her.

"Very," She said with a nod, though she made no effort to leave. "Not all of us can have the rock-star life," Y/N joked.

"Of course not. You're my muse," he countered, smiling as Y/N laughed with a head shake.

"Don't think it works that way, Wooz."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Pretty sure." Her voice was gentle as she spoke, coaxing the singer while he fiddled with the fabric of her bottoms.

"If you have to," he murmured dejectedly.

"I have to." Y/N finally removed herself from the male's grasp. She didn't get far, Woozi grabbing her wrist before she could go.

"Wait. Wait. Before you go, one last thing," he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing at the side of her wrist.

"And what would that be?" Y/N teased as she held back her curiousity

"My number." Both of her eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N hadn't thought that her connection with Woozi would go beyond this; she had assumed that this would be a fun little story or joke for the future one day. "Could I borrow that pretty little lipstick of yours?" Y/N numbly nodded as she fished through her purse for the cylindarcular item. "Thank you, baby," Woozi said as she passed it to him. She watched in awe as the singer meticously marked her skin with the ruby pigment. Woozi smiled up at Y/N, their hands brushing as he handed back her lipstick. "There we go, give me a call if you need anything."

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moonlightdreamzz · 4 months ago

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If I ever say it’s cool, just know shit hotter than hell — ENHYPEN (a)

SUMMARY. You and Enhypen just got in your first screaming match argument, and both of you are still mad as shit, so the arguing continues 📲

THEMES. Both of you are seeing red. Everyone is established!relationship except sunoo. Lots of cursing, it’s giving toxic ngl …

AUTHORS NOTE. So…wow. This hurt. Literally got inspired to write this after watching a compilation of jungwon being strict with the members, (and also having a lot of pent of emotions) and was like" i know he's nastyyyyyy in an argument, we'd definitely get into it real good" Imfaooooo. I'll definitely do a part two to this where you all can actually make up because after this, you're gonna need it :). Tell me who pissed you off the most

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linos-luna · 6 months ago

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Disturbing Fetishes ❣️🔪

Yandere?!Perv!Felix x Reader

Warnings: odd fetishes, manipulation, implied dubcon, implied druging, Yandere?, mention of rape, light smut

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Something about the way he looked at you made you slightly… unnerved. But you brushed it off. Felix was so adorable and seemingly so innocent. I mean, that’s how all his friends described him. Just a sweet cuddle bug! And while yes, he is very much loving, there’s something off about him.

Something that was interesting was when you got hurt. He would eyeball that bruise, scrape, or cut a little too much… he would even touch them if he could. When he did, he’d lightly push on it. He liked the small whine that would leave your lips. But he never took it too far and would stop almost right away when you asked.

So maybe it wasn’t too bad. Maybe you’re just overthinking it. He’s a little weird but so is everyone right?

You slept peacefully on your side, the night quiet and comfortably cool. The blankets rested just below your shoulder, and the loose collar of your shirt revealed your neck and collarbone. As you slept, your boyfriend’s gaze lingered on your neck. He must have woken up by chance and found himself drawn to the scar there, an old one from childhood, long healed but leaving behind a faint, textured mark.

He’d asked before if he could touch it, but you had declined. Your neck was a sensitive spot, and you weren’t ready for that kind of touch yet. Though it bothered him, he tried not to let it show.

But right now felt like the perfect opportunity. Felix reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before finally making contact with the scar. He let out a soft sigh, one that carried both relief and… pleasure? His fingers moved slowly, tracing the textured mark, his breathing growing heavier, his heart racing in his chest.

At first, you didn’t feel anything, lost in the depths of your sleep. Then came a faint warm sensation that felt like a kiss on your neck, yet it was… different. More intense. Unknown to you, after pressing his lips to your scar, Felix began trailing small licks across it, each motion accompanied by quiet, needy moans.

It didn’t take long for the strange sensation to wake you up, leaving you startled and disoriented.

Your eyes fluttered open, disoriented and unsure of what had woken you. The room was dim, but the warmth and the strange sensation on your neck made you stiffen. You turned your head slightly, trying to figure out what was happening, and then you froze.

“Felix?” Your voice was groggy, but full of confusion.

He didn’t stop immediately, his lips still pressed to your scar, his tongue tracing it slowly. When he finally realized you were awake, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and his expression unguarded.

“I-I’m sorry,” he murmured, though his tone lacked conviction. His hand stayed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing the edge of the scar. “I-I couldn’t help myself! It’s… it’s just… I’ve… I’ve been so curious about it, and I-I just wanted to know what it… I just wanted to know…”

“Felix?!” You sat up, pushed him away, and stared at him, unsure whether to be angry, confused, or something else entirely. “I told not to touch there!”

“I know,” he admitted, his gaze dropping. “I-I just…. I just… there’s something about it. About you.” He looked up again, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. “I’m sorry! I-I won’t— mm… I won’t…” he stumbled over his words.

His apology seemed genuine, but his lingering gaze on your neck told you there was more he wasn’t saying. Your heart raced as you tried to process the moment, caught between irritation and the strange vulnerability he was showing you.

“You wanted to know what?” you asked, your tone sharp as you wiped away the saliva from your neck. The sensation left you feeling uneasy, and his silence only made it worse. Felix kept his head down, avoiding your gaze, but you noticed where his eyes had shifted: to his lap.

Your eyes followed, and the sight made you freeze. His pants. He was… excited.

“Felix…” you mumbled, staring in disbelief. “You’re… aroused?”

His cheeks flushed a deep red as he turned his head away, biting his lip. It was painfully obvious how embarrassed he was, but the tension in the air was impossible to ignore.

“What turned you on?” you asked, your brow raised in confusion and disbelief. “My scar? Or… getting caught?”

He hesitated, his voice barely audible when he finally answered, “B-both…”

You stared at him, struggling to process what you had just heard. Your chest felt tight, feeling a mix of emotions… discomfort, confusion, and disgust.

“Both?” you repeated, your voice laced with disbelief. “Felix, do you even realize how weird this is?”

He flinched at your words, his hands gripping the blanket nervously. “I know,” he admitted, his voice soft and shaky. “I know it’s weird. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how soft it looks… how sensitive it must be. And then, when I touched it, I—”

“Felix!” you cut him off, your cheeks burning. “Stop. Just stop!”

He looked up at you, his eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I messed up. I just—”

“You messed up big time!” you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly. “I told you not to do that. And now… this?” You gestured vaguely toward his lap, feeling a mixture of disgust and embarrassment.

“I-I know! I’m sorry!” He stuttered.

You sighed as you tried to calm down. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”

Silence fell between you, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, you spoke again, your voice quieter. “I need some space. We’ll talk about this later, but right now, I just… I need to think…”

As you got up, your boyfriend was silent while looking at his lap.

“Cmon, go home.” You said while motioning towards the door.

Your boyfriend was gripping the sheets tight as he looked down. He was silent but had an air of… frustration?

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me touch there…” he muttered under his breath. “You let me touch everywhere else…”

As you froze Felix’s words hung in the air like a threat. Slowly, you turned to face him, anger simmering beneath your confusion.

“Felix,” you said, your voice sharp, “this isn’t about everywhere else. It’s about something I told you I’m not comfortable with. And now, after what you just did, you’re seriously questioning why?”

He shot up from the bed, his movements jerky, his eyes flashing with frustration. “Of course I’m questioning it!” he snapped. “How am I supposed to feel when my own girlfriend acts like I’m not allowed to touch her? You say you trust me, but then you put up these stupid walls like I’m some kind of stranger!”

“Felix, calm down,” you said, your voice wavering as his sudden outburst caught you off guard. “I didn’t say that I dont trust you. It’s about boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” he scoffed, his tone mocking as he took a step closer. “That’s such a cop-out. You let me touch you everywhere else, but suddenly your neck is off-limits? Do you even hear how ridiculous that sounds?”

Your chest tightened, a mix of anger and unease swelling inside you. “It’s my body,” you snapped, your voice firmer now. “And I get to decide what I’m comfortable with. You don’t get to guilt me into changing that.”

“Guilt you?” he barked, his laugh cold and sharp. “I’m not guilting you… I’m just pointing out how unfair you’re being! Do you know how it feels to be shut out by someone who’s supposed to love you? I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you treat me?”

Your breath hitched, his words slicing through you. “Felix, this isn’t about what you’ve ‘done’ for me…”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” he snarled, pacing now. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been understanding. I’ve waited for you to open up to me, and for what? To be treated like I’m some kind of pervert for wanting to be close to you?”

“Felix, stop!” you yelled, your voice breaking with frustration and unease. “Y-you’re not listening to me!”

“No, you’re the one who’s not listening!” he shouted, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Do you even care how this makes me feel? Or are your stupid boundaries more important than our relationship?”

His words hit you like a slap, leaving you momentarily stunned. “You’re twisting this,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. “You’re… you’re scaring me…”

Felix froze when he saw the timid look on your face, his anger melting into guilt almost instantly. “Baby… babydoll, I’m sorry,” he said, his tone softening, though there was a strange edge to it.

Tears began to well in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you stood there, unsure how to feel. He stepped closer, his voice more pleading now. “Sorry, sorry!” he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace.

You leaned into him, seeking comfort, but your mind was too clouded with emotion to notice how his hands moved. One slid up to your neck, his fingers brushing the rough texture of the scar with a deliberate slowness. He made a low hum, the sound vibrating against you.

You thought he was trying to calm you, but there was something off about the way his fingers lingered on your scar, pressing and tracing it. His breathing grew heavier, and his hum turned into more of a groan but he was good at hiding it.

“I’ll go now, okay?” Felix said softly, his voice gentle as he stood by the door. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he added cheerfully, “I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning!” His mood seemed to have done a complete 180, leaving you blinking in confusion.

Still, you nodded, relieved he was agreeing to leave, at least for a little while. “O-okay…” you murmured, grateful for the chance to gather your thoughts.

“Can I get you some water or something before I go?” he asked, his tone oddly considerate.

“S-sure… thank you,” you replied hesitantly, still trying to process his sudden change in demeanor.

Felix left the room briefly and returned with a glass of water, handing it to you with a smile as he slipped on his coat and shoes. “I’m sure your throat’s a bit dry. Make sure you drink all of it,” he said in a low, velvety voice, his smile lingering as he watched you.

You didn’t think much of it. Your throat was dry, and you were thirsty. You drank the water quickly, nodding in appreciation. “Thanks,” you said softly.

“I’ll be going now. I’ll see you later, okay?” Felix said, his eyes watching you as you climbed back into bed. “Goodnight, my little doll,” he added, his voice carrying an unsettling tenderness.

You heard the front door close moments later, and with that, the tension in the room seemed to ease. You lay back in bed, feeling calmer but also slightly… off. Maybe it was exhaustion, you reasoned. But as your eyes began to close, you couldn’t shake the faint thought that the water had tasted a little strange.

Before you could dwell on it further, sleep overtook you. A heavy and almost unnaturally fast sleep.

And as soon as you were out, Felix slipped back inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Don’t worry, my darling…” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll always take care of you….”

———

A few days later, you found yourself on a casual date with Felix. Whatever tension lingered from that night had faded from your memory, or perhaps you had just chosen to push it aside. Felix had been nothing but sweet since, giving you no reason to suspect anything was wrong.

After a night out, sipping wine, sharing laughs, and enjoying each other’s company, the two of you returned to your place for movies and cuddles. You were a bit tipsy, buzzed enough to feel warm and giggly, but still very much aware.

As you got into the bedroom, you let out a contented sigh and flopped onto the bed, stretching out to relax after the crisp chill of the evening air. Felix kicked off his shoes and followed, pausing in the doorway as he watched you sprawled across the bed. Something about the way you looked, so carefree and at ease, sent a spark of excitement through him.

“You coming over now?” you asked playfully, your voice light and sweet, a little moan escaping as you stretched again.

Felix nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as he approached. “You’re looking cute,” he said, his tone teasing yet low. “Such a cute little doll.”

Your cheeks flushed as you glanced up at him, his words making your heart flutter.

But as Felix stood over you, his gaze lingered. His eyes roamed your form, taking in every detail, the way your shirt hugged your body, the soft flush in your cheeks, and, of course, the scar on your neck. It was uncovered, prominent against your skin, almost calling to him.

He froze for a moment, staring at it. The urge to reach out was strong, the memory of its texture still vivid in his mind. But he held himself back, his hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable as he fought his instincts.

You noticed his pause and tilted your head slightly. “Everything okay?” you asked softly, your voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

Felix blinked, his smirk returning quickly as he sat down beside you. “Yeah, everything’s perfect,” he said, though his gaze briefly flicked back to your neck. “Absolutely perfect.”

———

“What movie should we watch?” You asked with a giggle.

“Not sure… thinking about… skipping that part…” he chuckled.

You sat up and made a playful pout. “Aw.”

Felix grabbed your wrist and looked at you with a smirk. “Imagine… what I could do with you…” he mumbled in that deep voice of his.

“What do you mean?” You chuckled while standing, his hand still tightly gripping your wrist.

“I mean… you’re so helpless…” he said lowly, pulling you back down to sit. You resisted, feeling a bit uneasy but laughing it off.

“Baby…” he said while standing, trying to grab your other wrist. “What’s wrong? Scared?” He chuckled.

“Um…” you looked at him with a tilt of your head. Your mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol but there was still some awareness. Instinctually, you pulled back a little but that only seemed to agitate him more.

“Getting away now?” He growled.

“L-lixie…?”

“It’s okay, baby. I like when you struggle. It… excites me.” He chuckled darkly before trying to kiss your lips. In a panic, you shook your head and he instantly pushed you onto the bed.

“Felix! Stop!” You cried out, clarity setting in.

“Babydoll, it’s okay!” He chuckled while crawling over you. “It’s all a game…”

“What game?!”

“I like a little struggle.” He said while roughly grabbing your chin. “Just play along, babydoll~”

You could only look at him in fear as the weight of his body holding you down. The fear in your face and control over you has him aroused and desperate.

“L-lixie…” you whimpered softly.

“I wouldn’t actually rape you, babydoll.” He said while holding your chin. “It’s just a game.” He chuckled, sounding more unhinged by the second. “Oh I just wanna hear you again~”

You trembled as you watched this innocent cuddle bug turn into some maniac.

“The other night… oh the night when you made those noises…” he breathed deeply as if trying to control himself. You could feel his clothed hard on brushing on your thigh. It frightened you just how aroused he was.

“Oh babydoll please…”

“Please what…?”

“For me… can you do it?” He muttered.

“Do what…?”

“Play along…” he replied, sounding more desperate. “Please!”

“W-what?!”

“Scream. Struggle. Act like it… act like well… you know… please.” Your boyfriend pleaded.

“Y-you’re sick!” You stuttered while watching him. “Th-that’s not healthy, Felix!”

“Yes but—!” He desperately grabbed you, pulling your hair a bit which made you cry out a bit.

“Like that! Do more!”

“Felix!” You yelled while looking at him in disgust

Your boyfriend paused, letting go and sitting up. He looked at you with a moment of clarity, realizing how serious this got.

“Lixie… th-this is sick… y-you’re sick…” you stuttered while sitting up.

“I-i… I know…” he turned red and stood up, backing away slowly.

You were actually quite surprised at his admission and looked at him while wiping your tears. “Felix…”

“I don’t know why I’m like this.” He said with a sigh.

“Well…”

“Don’t leave me!” He blurted out suddenly. “I love you so much!”

It was odd just how clingy he was being and you haven’t even been dating for that long.

“Felix—.”

“Don’t!” He pleaded while grabbing your wrists. “I-I can’t live without you!”

He wouldn’t let go and you stood still, afraid of his next move, unsure what he’d do next.

I… I won’t…” you murmured.

He smiled and sighed in relief as he held you, holding back his conflicting desires. It made you uneasy, and made you wonder how long he’s had these weird fantasies. You wondered if this relationship could even last. What if he loses control again?

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cherubshert · 10 months ago

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Hiii, if you haven't already can you do morning's with enhypen? Like waking up needy to them, getting ready for the etc 🙏🙏

Sweet Mornings...

A/n: I'm sorry this took me a long time to finish, i was kinda hesitant to write this cause I don't write things like this, really cause it flusters me tbh. But ig I wanna step out a lil now that I'm an adult. I changed the request a little too tho, uhh. Just Hyung line, I would have written for sunoo and Jungwon as well, maybe next time if ppl like this one.

Warnings: Kissing, making out, Talks of engagements and fighting, suggestive but not going fully into it cause I'm a coward ig lol, angst(?). I got really excited with Hoonie's.

𔘓 Heeseung

The peaceful hug of sleep is harshly interrupted by the blaring of your boyfriend's alarm. You groan, struggling to move in his unwavering grasp, his chest still calmly moving signalling he's still deep in slumber. When your right hand is set free, you turn off the aggravating sound. You stare at the ceiling, using all of your strength to get out of Heeseung's hands.

When you return to the room, Heeseung is sitted at the edge of the bed, hunched over his phone, not looking up when you draw closer. "Did my alarm ring? I didn't hear it." "I did." You grumble, flopping down on the bed next to him, relaxing your back into it.

He gently rubs your thigh, "sorry, love." you groan at him, pressing your hands to your chest, your eyes closing. You feel him move, finding his way between your legs, his head resting on your chest. "I wanna sleep hee." " I'm not trying to stop you darling." You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He gently shifts again, kissing up your neck, your fingers twitching slightly. "Hee." You gasp, letting your arms flop to the bed as he rises up. His fingers lace with yours, "Sorry, am I disturbing you?" He teased, you shake your head.

"Beautiful." he mutters, capturing your lips.

𔘓 Jay

Arguments with Jay were rare, but when they happened, they often left the both of you hurt. That was the case the night before, Jay's harsh words repeating in your mind as you slam your apartment door behind you. The darkness of the night engulfed you as you walked to god knows where to clear your mind. When you come home you're met with silence, the clock ticking in the background. 3:00 am.

You settle for the couch, using a soft plushie as a pillow, covering you body with your jacket.

You barely drift off when you're awakened by your body being hoisted up. Though you can't see him, your arms wrap around his neck, your soft breath brushing against his neck. Jay gently places you on your shared bed, his body hovering over you.

"I was so worried." he murmurs, you struggle to act like you don't care, the slight quiver in his voice causing your heart to squeeze in pain. "You didn't answer your phone, I went to check everywhere but I couldn't find you." a tear falls to your check, rolling off immediately. "My phone died." You answer, your right hand raising to wipe his tears. You sit in silence before his lips are pressed to yours, apologies slipping from his lips when he pulls away.

He is fully over you now, his lips kissing your skin gently, apologies following every press of his lips to your skin. Your fingers lace as the sun slowly starts to peek in.

𔘓 Jake

Jake plays with the subtle silver band on your finger, the dopey smile from the day before never wavering. Jake's eyes raising to meet yours excitedly, "I can't believe we're engaged." he repeats, you chuckle, pulling your hand away to rub your eyes. "You've said that all night." he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I can't believe it... Can't believe you said yes." He leans in, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. A giggle leaves you as you playfully push him away, wiping your face. "Maybe I should've said no, after all the stress you put me through all weekend. " He pouts, pulling you close to his chest, his hair tickling your skin.

"Sorry, I wanted it to be special, and memorable." you shun him playfully, crossing your hands over your chest, leaning your head away. He bites the space between your neck and jaw gently, a small yelp leaving your lips. "Yunnie!" He giggles into your neck, hands moving to your side, tickling you.

You laugh loudly, struggling to get out of his grasp. You turn your body slightly, hold his right arm tightly, both hands stopping in response. You pause to catch your breath, leaning forward towards his neck. He responds faster than you, pressing your arms to your chest, his body going to hover over you.

"I'm winning this one babe." you cock your eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. You bite your bottom lip, trailing your eyes down to his, your eyes looking back up into his. His stare intense, a slight blush rising to his face. "Really?" You take advantage of his loosening grip, reaching up to pull him down. Your lips dance with his, your tongue licks at his bottom lip, and he readily welcomes you, his hand gripping the sheets beside your head.

You pull away, leaning up more to bite his ear, giggling at the shakey sound he lets out. "I think I won Jakey."

𔘓 Sunghoon

You stir awake hearing a loud sound ring through your apartment, your heart pounding in your ear as you stay in your position waiting to see if anything else would come up. Your name catches your ear, though muffled, your previous fear flipping to happiness. You jump to your feet, forgetting your slippers, the cold tiles waking up your nerves more.

"Hoon?" He's barely visible, shifting his bags. He looks up and smiles, "Hey." You're in his arms almost a second later, he let's out a surprise laugh as he stumbles backwards. " Thought you were coming home tomorrow." you murmur into his neck, "Surprise~" he teases. He holds you for a second, before gently going to push your shoulders to see your face. Your head shakes in response, your grip not faltering, slowly growing drunk on his scent. "can I look at you? It's been months since I saw your face." "Please just hold me." He easily complies, both arms wrapping around you tightly.

You pull away from him eventually, his hand raises to your cheek. You finally scan his face fully, your face twisting with worry. "You look exhausted." he only smiles, "I am, a little." the last part comes out lightly and deep, your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips before moving back. He leans in and you lean away, "You need to rest." "Hah, yeah." he pulls away, his hand reaching for his luggage.

Your hand lightly brushes his away, a short huff leaving you as your struggle to raise it. "You'll get hurt y/n, I got it." "I got it." You say dragging your feet towards your room. He watches you for a second, laughing silently to himself before reaching from his smaller duffle bag.

You're not sure when you both fell asleep, but his soft breath in your face now filled you with a certain warmth. The afternoon sun peeking in through your windows, adding warmth to your body. You brush his hair out of his face, your finger outlining his face before you lean in, pressing your lips gently to his. There's a slight pause before the ends curl up, shifting his face deeper into the pillow, his eyes opening to look at you.

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to." He murmurs, his deep voice ringing in your mind. You snicker, "I know." you whisper in response, your hand moving slightly down his neck, your eyes follow your fingers tracing his skin. "Missed you." you look up at him, you body growing hot as your take in the emotion evident on his face. "Me too." His hand trails down your waist, a trail of goosebumps following in his tracks, despite the layer of clothing keeping his hand from your skin. His cold hand on your warm skin makes you jolt slightly, your shirt raised slightly giving him access to your lower waist.

"Missed you so much you have no clue. you're such a distraction even when you're miles away." He teased. You grip at his shirt as he pulls you close, closing the distance between the both of you. He opens his mouth to speak again, and you immediately press your lips to his, his hand immediately going behind your head.

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2cupids · 4 months ago

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warnings! virgin!mingi, cuckold, oral (m. receiving), male masturbation, cowgirl position/riding, mingi cums in reader’s mouth and has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink. mdni (17+).

length. 1.8k+

you stand in front of the bathroom sink with your toothbrush still in hand as you stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. did he really just say what you thought he did?

cuck!yunho simply laughs and loosely wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious, babe. just promise me you’ll think about it at least.”

you hold his soft gaze in the mirror for a moment before leaning down to spit out the toothpaste. a sigh leaves your mouth as you exhale. “fine. i’ll think about it, but don’t get your hopes up. got it?” your tone is firm, but there’s still that playful edge to your words.

that handsome smile starts to form as his lips twitch upwards at the corners and he places a kiss against the side of your neck. “thank you, pretty. you know i’d never push to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.. just want you to think about it.”

so you do.

over the next few days, you think about the new kink your boyfriend told you about. you weighed the pros and cons, your brain full of possible ‘what if’s’. yet, you knew the type of people you and yunho were and that your relationship was built on the basic fundamentals like communication, understanding, and emotional maturity to name a few. the more your mind pondered on the thought, the more appealing the idea became. plus, there was something you couldn’t get out of your head; a guy plowing you while yunho watched from afar. it turned you on.

it’s not like the guy he suggested you have sex with was ugly or anything, in fact he was far from it. the man was none other than his childhood best friend, mingi. after all, he would share anything with one of the people he trusted the most, and that included his beloved girlfriend. and it just so happened that the tall, attractive man had a crush on you, too.

no matter how well mingi thought he hid the fact from you two, you both could tell mingi thought you were pretty by the way he began to act around you. both of you found it cute though, and yunho took it personally as a compliment.

a little over a week after yunho first proposed the idea, you had made a decision. you agreed to sleep with him. after talking to mingi and him agreeing to it as well, all that was needed was to pick a day. that’s how the three of you came to be inside your bedroom right now. this was going to be a saturday night that none of you would ever forget.

sitting in the corner of the room, yunho’s dark eyes are fixed on the sight of you and virgin!mingi just a few feet away from him. your lips wrap around mingi’s angry red, oozing tip and a low groan rips from his throat. he balls his fists into the sheets of bed as you bob your head up and down his length, your tongue grazing the thick veins of the underside while your hand twists around the remainder of his dick.

mingi pushes himself to sit up and watch you work your magic, leaning back on his forearms and focusing his eyes on you. he watches in awe at your hollowed cheeks around his cock struggling to take as much as your can of his girth as your saliva coats his entire length, giving him a wet, messy blowjob.

he’s captivated by your every movement and how you work him so well, it’s like you’re some kind of pro. the moment you look up at him through your lashes his breathing falters. your other hand slides down to fondle his balls and his hips are bucking up, forcing more of his dick further down your throat. thick moans spill out of his mouth and yunho sits satisfied in the corner, proud to watch his girlfriend’s skilled mouth pleasure his friend.

your tongue is circling the head of his dick one second, and the next you’re pulling off him and opening your mouth wide as your hands start to work around the entirety of his length now because you can tell he’s getting close. your pretty eyes give him a seductive look as you coax him to cum in your mouth and on your tongue.

a few more drags of your hand down his shaft and he’s spurting cum all over the muscular appendage, his chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath. you turn your head over to where yunho was sitting, wanting to show him that you caught it all, only to find him not there anymore. the drawer of the bedside table opens and yunho pulls out a condom before turning to you, catching the very last moment of you swallowing the other man’s sperm.

he steps over to you, his bulge just a few inches from your face as leans over and takes your face in his hand, kissing you to taste a little bit of leftover cum that lingers on your tastebuds as your tongues swirl against each other. “now let me see you ride him, princess.” he commands, whispering in your ear with a deep voice you recognize all too well, it’s one that comes out anytime he’s aroused. he hands you the condom and heads back over to the chair, palming himself over his tightened slacks with a dominant look in his eye as he stares at you intently.

the thin latex stretches around mingi’s dick and a few seconds later, you’re straddling his waist as you position yourself to take him inside you. mingi watches in the dim light of the room as your wet pussy sinks down onto him. another deep moan escapes his throat at the way your walls wrap around him so tightly and he can already tell he won’t last long the minute you start to move.

the sounds of your breathing merge together, your soft whines of pleasure mix with mingi’s much deeper, more guttural breaths as they dance with each other. if he hadn’t been so attentive, he would’ve sworn this was some kind of twisted, extremely lucid wet dream of his because how many guys can truthfully say they’ve been lucky enough to be in a position like this?

his eyes lazily roam over the pretty girl on top of him. a few of your curls have stuck to your forehead and your glossy lips are parted to let those pretty noises tumble out. his eyes take note of every curve, mole, freckle, or stretch mark that’s imprinted on your skin and it makes you appear even more flawless than you already are in his eyes. you're stunning, no doubt about it and to have such a beauty right in front of his eyes and to be his first makes his heart swell just as much as it makes his dick throb.

the way you touch your body as you look down at him through lidded eyes feels absolutely surreal. it’s not even been ten minutes since your warmth first sheathed him and you took his virginity, that he realizes he’ll be cumming again in no time. with the way your walls flutter around him and the weight of your body against his, and his best friend in the corner watching...

wait, what?

oh yeah, that’s right. he almost forgot yunho was over there. his eyes flicker over to him and immediately trail down to where his large hand strokes his dick as he watches with his head thrown back. mingi can’t bring himself to look away just yet, and yunho’s eyes suddenly meet his and he throws him a smirk, making mingi slightly flustered from being caught. “fuck...”

somehow that makes the situation get even hotter as the rush from the realization he’s being watched flows hot through his body. the heat pools in his stomach again as his second orgasm starts to come into sight.

his hands drift over your flesh tenderly as he gropes and massages your body, the feel of your skin underneath his palms sending him into a frenzy. jerking his hips up to meet yours in a perfect sync, he plunges his dick even deeper inside you as he whimpers pathetically underneath you. “ah–! i’m…i think ‘m–,” and mingi can’t even finish his sentence as he tethers on the edge, so desperately close to cumming.

a cute, slightly crooked front tooth peaks out from underneath his plush top lip as his mouth hangs open, heavy pants coming from his chest as the stimulation to his dick is about to tip him over the edge. you study mingi’s face as you’re on top of him and you can’t help but feel a little cocky that you’re the one that’s making this poor virgin feel so good. a theory pops into your head and you decide to test it out. your hand on his abdomen glides up further to his chest, and twists his nipple between your fingers, and that’s the final push.

that was all mingi needed and with a loud groan, he’s spilling his cum inside the condom. not long after mingi finishes, a breathy grunt comes from the other side of the room as white hot spurts of yunho’s seed lands on his hand and tank top.

both men take a moment longer to calm down than usual for entirely different reasons, but yunho recovers first and comes over to you and presses his lips to yours as you're kneeled on the bed next to mingi, no longer sitting on top of him. “you were wonderful, baby. thank you.”

you hum quietly and cross your arms. “yeah, i know i was,” the side of your lips curl into a faint arrogant smile. “but i didn’t cum, so how exactly are you going to make this up to me?”

yunho chuckles at your mock angry expression and kisses your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer as his fingers caress your skin. “oh, don’t worry, pretty girl. you’ll get to cum as many times as you want. i promise.” the two of you share a few more kisses before you feel mingi shift on the bed to throw the used condom in the trash.

a smug grin is plastered high upon yunho’s face as he moves closer to mingi and slaps his arm lightly. “better than you could’ve ever imagined, huh?” mingi laughs and makes a small sound in agreement before giving you a shy compliment along with a plethora of thank you’s as his eyes glance over at your naked form.

yunho’s eyes shimmer with mischief as he looks between the both of you. “so what do you say? you up for another round, a threesome?” he directs the question more so to mingi rather than you as he moves to a position where he can hold eye contact with you while bending over to whisper in mingi’s ear.

“and if you make her cum, i’ll even let you hit it raw, buddy.”

tagging <3 @cavities-and-carnations @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. ik it might sound crazy, but this is one work that i can honestly say i’m proud of and it might be one of my favorites. thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated!

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voidsnoir · 30 days ago

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your daughter calls me daddy too — woozi x reader

summary: On the way to meet her parents for the first time, Jihoon can’t resist teasing his anxious girlfriend, turning nerves into desire right there in the car. They might be about to smile politely over dinner… but they both know the real heat will come later, behind closed doors.

warning!! nsfw, fingering, pet-names;

notes: the inspo was a trend that i saw on x and one girl did it with woozi! so, this little short story just born

You were all nervous ’cause today was finally the day Jihoon was gonna meet your parents. You knew your boyfriend was charming, polite, basically everything your parents ever wanted in the person you’d choose to love — but that didn’t stop the anxiety from crawling all over you.

You guys were already on your way, and your legs were bouncing like crazy — dead giveaway you were anxious — even though you were just sitting there in the passenger seat.

“Hey, relax… I’m not gonna embarrass you in front of your parents,” Jihoon said, taking his right hand off the wheel just to rest it on your thigh, giving you a little reassuring squeeze.

“I know you won’t… but do you even know how you’re gonna approach them? Especially my dad…”

“Of course! I’ll talk about the stuff we’ve got in common…” Jihoon said, then that mischievous little grin spread across his lips. “Was thinking about starting with something about baseball… at least until I get to the most important part…”

He paused for a second, still smirking. You just knew there was something completely unexpected running through his head with that look.

“Which is…”

“Well, I would say… your daughter calls me daddy too.”

He started laughing as soon as he finished the sentence, but flashes of last night flooded your mind. Jihoon’s hands all over your body, hitting all the right spots… it was impossible not to feel that wave of heat rushing through you. Instinctively, with that little ache low in your belly, your legs pressed together and a blush spread across your cheeks.

Seeing that, Jihoon’s face changed instantly. That playful, teasing expression melted into something darker — pure lust.

“You’re thinking about everything we did last night, aren’t you?” he said, sliding his hand a little higher up your thigh, squeezing you harder this time.

“Yes… daddy,” you breathed out, your voice all soft and needy, barely keeping that shaky sigh from slipping through your lips.

That sound — God — it made Jihoon lose it completely. His right hand, the one that’d been on your thigh, slipped right under your dress, boldly making its way between your legs.

“So wet… and I haven’t even done anything to you yet, babe…”

You bit your lip hard, trying to keep yourself quiet, but the way his fingers brushed over you made it almost impossible. Your breath hitched, your hips instinctively tilting towards his touch, desperate for more even though you were both still in the damn car.

Jihoon let out this low, cocky chuckle, loving every second of how undone you were getting.

“Shit, babe… you’re already this worked up and we’re not even home yet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, leaning closer to whisper right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You could barely think straight, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat so tight your knuckles went white.

“Jihoon… w-we can’t…” you tried to say, but your voice came out all breathy and weak, completely betraying you.

“Hmm… pretty sure we can,” he smirked, pushing his fingers just a little further, teasing you mercilessly.

The car kept moving down the road, but for you, the whole world had narrowed down to his touch, his voice, and that wicked grin of his.

“Don’t worry, baby… I’ll behave when we get to your parents’,” he promised, but the way his fingers kept playing with you said otherwise.

You gasped, your head falling back against the seat, your body already trembling, knowing damn well that Jihoon always knew exactly how to push you right to the edge… and then some.

His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, finally finding exactly what he was looking for. You let out a sharp gasp, biting down hard on your lip to keep from moaning his name right there in the car.

“Fuck… you’re soaking,” Jihoon growled, his voice low and rough, as if he was barely holding himself back. His fingers moved slow at first, just to tease, making you squirm in your seat, your thighs trembling as you tried — and failed — to keep still.

“Jihoon…” you whimpered, your hand gripping his wrist, not really to stop him, but just because you needed something, anything, to ground yourself.

But he didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He leaned in closer, pressing a hot kiss against your neck, then trailing up to your ear.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me… we’re almost there,” he whispered, his words sending another pulse of heat straight through you as his fingers kept working you over, slow but relentless.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breath coming out in shaky little pants, your whole body already on fire for him. But then —

Ding.

Your phone lit up with a notification from your mom: “We’re waiting for you two! Dinner’s almost ready!”

Jihoon glanced at it and let out a dark little laugh, finally pulling his hand away, though not before giving you one last, slow stroke that left you gasping for air.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later…” he said, smirking as he casually licked his fingers, tasting you with zero shame.

You just stared at him, your cheeks flushed, your whole body still aching for more.

The car slowed to a stop right in front of your parents’ house, the porch light glowing warmly in the evening air. Jihoon leaned over, kissed your cheek sweetly — completely switching gears — and whispered,

“Let’s go say hi to your parents… but tonight, you’re all mine.”

You swallowed hard, trying to pull yourself together as you opened the door, knowing damn well that this night was far from over.

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