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Omg thank you i will definitely continue writing just for you hannie

> ⚠️ NSFW / 18+ content below

The following contains explicit adult content, written consensually and respectfully.

A/N: Here is part 2 of the city light inspired little thingy (idk what you call it), but here it is. I hope you enjoy my followers and @hannieween . I love you all so much.

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Part 2: Jeonghan’s Turn

Your skin was still buzzing, slick and sensitive, as you collapsed against Joshua’s chest, breathless and trembling. He kissed the top of your head with a satisfied hum, arms wrapped around you as if he were shielding you from the heat still radiating off your skin.

But across the room, the chair creaked.

Jeonghan sat forward slowly, legs spreading, tongue grazing the corner of his lip. His eyes raked over you—completely bare, flushed, and already wrecked—while a dark smirk played at his mouth.

"You look so pretty when you're used up like that," he murmured, voice low and sinful. "But I think you’ve still got more in you, don’t you, sweetheart?"

Joshua glanced at him knowingly, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring, “He’s been patient long enough. Go to him, baby.”

Your legs were jelly, but you moved—drawn to Jeonghan’s voice like a moth to a flame. He stayed seated, watching you crawl across the bed like a delicate, overstimulated mess. When you reached him, he leaned down, took your chin between his fingers, and tilted your face up.

"Such a good girl for him," he purred, "Now show me how good you are for me."

His kiss was different. Not tender like Joshua's. Jeonghan's mouth was claiming. He kissed you hard, tongue sweeping past your lips, tasting Joshua on you and groaning into it like it only made him harder. His fingers curled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the other hand trailing slowly down your throat, your chest, and lower.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against your lips, fingers sliding between your legs to test just how ready you still were. “Still dripping from him… fuck, you’re such a mess.”

You whimpered, already grinding into his hand, needy and overstimulated—but that only made him grin wider.

"Aww, are you too sensitive, baby?" he cooed mockingly, gently brushing your clit with two fingers. Your hips jolted. “Poor thing. Can’t handle a little more?”

Then he stood.

In one smooth motion, Jeonghan pulled off his shirt, then unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring free—already thick, hard, and leaking. He grabbed it at the base and lazily stroked himself, eyes locked on yours.

"You’ve had your fill of soft, haven’t you?" he muttered, walking you backward to the bed. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

He pushed you back, and you fell into the mattress with a gasp. Jeonghan grabbed your legs, spreading them wide and exposing your soaked cunt. He groaned at the sight.

“Still twitching,” he chuckled. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He climbed on top of you, leaned down, and kissed your inner thigh—softly at first, then biting. You cried out when he licked a long, slow stripe up your core, then flicked his tongue over your swollen clit. It made your whole body jolt.

"Already trembling?" he teased. “We haven’t even started.”

He licked you again—slow and cruel—then pushed two fingers inside you, curling them just right as his tongue circled your clit over and over. You sobbed, hands fisting the sheets.

“Y-You’re teasing—” you gasped.

“I am,” he whispered against you, eyes glittering. “And you fucking love it.”

Just as you felt the tightness build again—your body so close to falling over—he pulled back entirely. You whimpered, arching your back in desperation.

“Patience,” he purred, licking his fingers. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

Then he slammed into you in one deep thrust, making you cry out. You clawed at his back, your legs wrapping around him instinctively as he filled you perfectly, so deep it punched the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—so tight even after he stretched you,” Jeonghan hissed, hips snapping against yours. “You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

He pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust deep and perfectly angled. His hand found your throat—not tight, just resting there—as he leaned in close, breath hot on your lips.

“You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, baby?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you even messier than he did? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?”

You moaned his name—loud, desperate—and that only made him go harder.

He kissed you again, messy and full of tongue, biting your lower lip. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say who’s fucking you now.”

“Y-You, Jeonghan—fuck—you!”

“Good girl.”

His thrusts got rougher. His fingers slipped down, circling your clit in quick, tight circles until your body arched again, vision blurring.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Let him hear how good I fuck you.”

And you did.

You shattered—screaming his name, body convulsing under him as the orgasm ripped through you like lightning. You barely registered how he groaned, head dropping to your neck as he thrust one last time and came deep inside you, heat filling you until it dripped out around him.

You both stayed there, breath ragged, tangled together.

Then, from the chair again—Joshua’s voice, soft but amused:

“Well. That was hot.”

Jeonghan lifted his head, smirked lazily, and murmured against your cheek:

“Round two later. You’re not done with me yet.”

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Y'all I'm so fucking stupid I thought city lights was the one with jeonghan but I got it confused it's lights out the lights out series OMG IM STUPID!!

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> ⚠️ NSFW / 18+ content below

The following contains explicit adult content, written consensually and respectfully.

A/N: Here is part 2 of the city light inspired little thingy (idk what you call it), but here it is. I hope you enjoy my followers and @hannieween . I love you all so much.

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Part 2: Jeonghan’s Turn

Your skin was still buzzing, slick and sensitive, as you collapsed against Joshua’s chest, breathless and trembling. He kissed the top of your head with a satisfied hum, arms wrapped around you as if he were shielding you from the heat still radiating off your skin.

But across the room, the chair creaked.

Jeonghan sat forward slowly, legs spreading, tongue grazing the corner of his lip. His eyes raked over you—completely bare, flushed, and already wrecked—while a dark smirk played at his mouth.

"You look so pretty when you're used up like that," he murmured, voice low and sinful. "But I think you’ve still got more in you, don’t you, sweetheart?"

Joshua glanced at him knowingly, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring, “He’s been patient long enough. Go to him, baby.”

Your legs were jelly, but you moved—drawn to Jeonghan’s voice like a moth to a flame. He stayed seated, watching you crawl across the bed like a delicate, overstimulated mess. When you reached him, he leaned down, took your chin between his fingers, and tilted your face up.

"Such a good girl for him," he purred, "Now show me how good you are for me."

His kiss was different. Not tender like Joshua's. Jeonghan's mouth was claiming. He kissed you hard, tongue sweeping past your lips, tasting Joshua on you and groaning into it like it only made him harder. His fingers curled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the other hand trailing slowly down your throat, your chest, and lower.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against your lips, fingers sliding between your legs to test just how ready you still were. “Still dripping from him… fuck, you’re such a mess.”

You whimpered, already grinding into his hand, needy and overstimulated—but that only made him grin wider.

"Aww, are you too sensitive, baby?" he cooed mockingly, gently brushing your clit with two fingers. Your hips jolted. “Poor thing. Can’t handle a little more?”

Then he stood.

In one smooth motion, Jeonghan pulled off his shirt, then unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring free—already thick, hard, and leaking. He grabbed it at the base and lazily stroked himself, eyes locked on yours.

"You’ve had your fill of soft, haven’t you?" he muttered, walking you backward to the bed. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

He pushed you back, and you fell into the mattress with a gasp. Jeonghan grabbed your legs, spreading them wide and exposing your soaked cunt. He groaned at the sight.

“Still twitching,” he chuckled. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He climbed on top of you, leaned down, and kissed your inner thigh—softly at first, then biting. You cried out when he licked a long, slow stripe up your core, then flicked his tongue over your swollen clit. It made your whole body jolt.

"Already trembling?" he teased. “We haven’t even started.”

He licked you again—slow and cruel—then pushed two fingers inside you, curling them just right as his tongue circled your clit over and over. You sobbed, hands fisting the sheets.

“Y-You’re teasing—” you gasped.

“I am,” he whispered against you, eyes glittering. “And you fucking love it.”

Just as you felt the tightness build again—your body so close to falling over—he pulled back entirely. You whimpered, arching your back in desperation.

“Patience,” he purred, licking his fingers. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

Then he slammed into you in one deep thrust, making you cry out. You clawed at his back, your legs wrapping around him instinctively as he filled you perfectly, so deep it punched the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—so tight even after he stretched you,” Jeonghan hissed, hips snapping against yours. “You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

He pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust deep and perfectly angled. His hand found your throat—not tight, just resting there—as he leaned in close, breath hot on your lips.

“You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, baby?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you even messier than he did? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?”

You moaned his name—loud, desperate—and that only made him go harder.

He kissed you again, messy and full of tongue, biting your lower lip. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say who’s fucking you now.”

“Y-You, Jeonghan—fuck—you!”

“Good girl.”

His thrusts got rougher. His fingers slipped down, circling your clit in quick, tight circles until your body arched again, vision blurring.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Let him hear how good I fuck you.”

And you did.

You shattered—screaming his name, body convulsing under him as the orgasm ripped through you like lightning. You barely registered how he groaned, head dropping to your neck as he thrust one last time and came deep inside you, heat filling you until it dripped out around him.

You both stayed there, breath ragged, tangled together.

Then, from the chair again—Joshua’s voice, soft but amused:

“Well. That was hot.”

Jeonghan lifted his head, smirked lazily, and murmured against your cheek:

“Round two later. You’re not done with me yet.”

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OMG!!!, IM SO SORRY. I only saw this now. I was pretty busy with work, and uni, this is a dream come true for me like OMG. I will most certainly make a part two

(AAHH I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH HANNIE YOU'RE MY FAV WRITER ON HERE IM LITERALLY REREADING CITY LIGHTS RIGHT NOW AND AGAIN IT IS SOOO GOOD I LOVE IT OH HOW I WOULD LOVE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH JOSHUA AND JEONGHAN!!)

@hannieween ❤️

~The chair~

A/N: Okay so this is kinda inspired by @hannieween 's series city lights (which is really good btw) so just imagine their relationship in that fanfic and put this piece in there (idkek what I'm saying)

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The room is quiet, save for the rustling of sheets and the soft hum of the city through the cracked window. Candlelight flickers against the walls, dancing across skin and shadows.

Joshua is over you — tender but intense, his gaze never leaving yours. His touch is familiar, reverent. The way he moves, the way he breathes your name like it’s sacred, sends heat racing down your spine. Your hands claw gently at his back, nails dragging along muscle as your hips move in sync with his.

It’s more than physical. It always is with him. You feel loved, worshipped, pulled apart and put back together in the same moment.

Across the room, Jeonghan sits.

The chair is angled slightly toward the bed, not by accident. He leans back, legs parted just enough, one hand resting under his chin. His eyes are hooded, lips parted — and though he hasn’t moved much, the tension in his body says everything. He’s watching every breath, every sound, every shiver Joshua pulls from you.

And you can feel him watching. It makes everything sharper. Hotter. You tilt your head toward him in a moment of dizzy pleasure, locking eyes with him — and he doesn’t look away. He nods once, slow, encouraging, as if saying, Yes, let go. I want to see it.

Joshua presses a kiss to your shoulder as your second climax crashes into you — your breath catching, body trembling beneath him. He doesn’t stop until you’re completely unraveled.

And then he slows, easing back gently, brushing his fingers down your side. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again.

Before you can fully return to yourself, a voice cuts through the quiet — smooth, low, and unmistakably Jeonghan’s.

“My turn.”

You look toward the chair, and he’s already rising, moving toward the bed with deliberate grace. His eyes never leave yours.

Joshua glances at him, lips curling into a faint smile as he brushes your hair off your forehead. “You okay, baby?” he asks you, checking in like he always does.

You nod slowly, breath still shaky, heart racing for a completely different reason now. “Yeah,” you whisper.

Jeonghan climbs onto the bed, settling beside you like he belongs there — because he does. His fingers graze your jaw as he leans in close, breath fanning across your cheek.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he murmurs, voice thick with want. “Let me show you what it feels like when I’ve been watching and wanting you for hours.”

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Let me know if you want part two

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~The chair~

A/N: Okay so this is kinda inspired by @hannieween 's series city lights (which is really good btw) so just imagine their relationship in that fanfic and put this piece in there (idkek what I'm saying)

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The room is quiet, save for the rustling of sheets and the soft hum of the city through the cracked window. Candlelight flickers against the walls, dancing across skin and shadows.

Joshua is over you — tender but intense, his gaze never leaving yours. His touch is familiar, reverent. The way he moves, the way he breathes your name like it’s sacred, sends heat racing down your spine. Your hands claw gently at his back, nails dragging along muscle as your hips move in sync with his.

It’s more than physical. It always is with him. You feel loved, worshipped, pulled apart and put back together in the same moment.

Across the room, Jeonghan sits.

The chair is angled slightly toward the bed, not by accident. He leans back, legs parted just enough, one hand resting under his chin. His eyes are hooded, lips parted — and though he hasn’t moved much, the tension in his body says everything. He’s watching every breath, every sound, every shiver Joshua pulls from you.

And you can feel him watching. It makes everything sharper. Hotter. You tilt your head toward him in a moment of dizzy pleasure, locking eyes with him — and he doesn’t look away. He nods once, slow, encouraging, as if saying, Yes, let go. I want to see it.

Joshua presses a kiss to your shoulder as your second climax crashes into you — your breath catching, body trembling beneath him. He doesn’t stop until you’re completely unraveled.

And then he slows, easing back gently, brushing his fingers down your side. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again.

Before you can fully return to yourself, a voice cuts through the quiet — smooth, low, and unmistakably Jeonghan’s.

“My turn.”

You look toward the chair, and he’s already rising, moving toward the bed with deliberate grace. His eyes never leave yours.

Joshua glances at him, lips curling into a faint smile as he brushes your hair off your forehead. “You okay, baby?” he asks you, checking in like he always does.

You nod slowly, breath still shaky, heart racing for a completely different reason now. “Yeah,” you whisper.

Jeonghan climbs onto the bed, settling beside you like he belongs there — because he does. His fingers graze your jaw as he leans in close, breath fanning across your cheek.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he murmurs, voice thick with want. “Let me show you what it feels like when I’ve been watching and wanting you for hours.”

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Let me know if you want part two

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Here y'all go I'm still gonna post the other fanfic about wonwoo to satisfy everyone I'll upload it this weekend

Title: "Burning Blue"

Pairing: You × Best Friend’s Dad!Kim Mingyu

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Plot Twist

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 20+), explicit sexual content (NSFW, 18+), swearing, slight angst, slight infidelity theme, DILF!Mingyu energy, secret relationship, light dom!Mingyu, power dynamic

Plot Twist: Hidden in the story—wait for it.

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You never expected to fall for your best friend’s dad.

Mingyu was just that—Mina’s ridiculously attractive, tall, golden-skinned, ever-smiling dad. The kind of man who wore white T-shirts that clung to his muscles in all the right ways, who always smelled like cedarwood and fresh rain. The kind who could cook better than any man had a right to. The kind who smiled at you with the corners of his eyes and called you "sweetheart" without knowing what it did to you.

You’d always known he was handsome. But lately, it was different.

Maybe it was the summer heat. Maybe it was how he’d started lingering a little longer when you were in the kitchen late at night. Or how his eyes sometimes dropped to your lips when you spoke.

You were staying at their house while Mina was away for two weeks visiting her mom in Busan. A harmless favor—you’d watched their dog before, and Mingyu traveled for work, so the house would’ve been empty. Except this time, he hadn’t left.

“It’s fine,” Mina had said on the phone, “He’s barely home anyway.”

She was wrong.

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Night One: The Spark

You’re curled up on the couch in one of Mingyu’s oversized hoodies—an accident, you’d grabbed it out of the laundry without thinking. It smells like him. He walks into the room holding a glass of red wine, wearing sweatpants low on his hips, hair slightly damp from a shower.

His eyes drop to the hoodie, then back to your face.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, voice rougher than usual.

You smile, pretending your heart isn’t going crazy. “It was on the chair. I was cold.”

He sits beside you, so close your knees almost touch. “Looks better on you anyway.”

That’s the first time it happens.

His hand finds your knee. Warm, firm, lingering.

You should stop it. You should move. You should remember this is your best friend's dad. But you don’t.

You stay still.

And then he kisses you.

Slow. Deep. Like he’s been dying to for a long time.

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Night Three: The Heat

It starts in the kitchen.

You’re cooking pasta. He walks up behind you, hands brushing your hips as he reaches for something. You feel the heat of his body, the silent tension vibrating between you. You turn to say something—anything—but the moment you look up at him, his mouth is on yours again.

This time, it’s hungrier. Hot. Wet. Desperate.

You end up on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shirt, his mouth devouring every inch of you. His hands push under your shorts, dragging the fabric down, fingers sliding through your folds like he owns you.

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he mutters against your skin as he dips down, sucking bruises into your inner thigh. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

You gasp, grinding into his palm. “Then do something about it.”

He does.

Right there on the kitchen counter.

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Night Six: The Confession

You’re lying in bed together. His chest is warm under your cheek, fingers lazily running through your hair. You’ve just had the most mind-blowing sex of your life—again—and you're floating somewhere between sleep and soft affection.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers. “You’re Mina’s best friend. If she knew...”

“I know,” you whisper, fingers tracing circles on his chest. “But it feels right.”

He turns his face toward you. “It does.”

Then softer, more vulnerable: “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

You kiss him. “Me neither.”

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Night Nine: The Twist

You’re standing in the hallway, late at night, when you hear the front door open. You freeze.

No one’s supposed to be home.

“Mina?” Mingyu calls out.

But it’s not Mina.

It’s her older brother—Jae.

Your childhood crush. The one who moved to the States two years ago.

He walks into the kitchen and stops short when he sees you.

And then he smirks. “Well, well. Still hanging around, huh?”

You laugh awkwardly. “Just staying for a bit. Helping your dad.”

“Helping him how?” he teases, pouring himself a drink. “Wait—don’t tell me you’re still into him?”

You blink. “Still?”

He shrugs. “You used to write his name on your notebook when you were like, fifteen. I remember catching you once. Called you Mrs. Kim for a week.”

You laugh nervously. “I was a dumb kid.”

He eyes you. “Are you now?”

Before you can answer, Mingyu walks in. His hair’s a mess. He’s wearing your lip gloss on his neck.

And Jae sees it.

There’s silence.

Then, very calmly, Jae says, “Holy shit. Are you sleeping with my dad?”

Mingyu’s face hardens. Yours turns pale.

“Don’t do this,” Mingyu says.

But Jae just lets out a wild laugh. “Oh my God. You are. This is insane.”

You take a step back, heart hammering.

And then the twist hits.

“Do you even know?” Jae says, eyes locking onto yours. “He never told you, did he?”

“Told me what?”

Jae stares at Mingyu. “She deserves to know.”

You look between them, confused and terrified. “Know what?”

Mingyu’s jaw is tight. He doesn’t speak.

Jae exhales and says the words that shake everything:

“You’re not just Mina’s best friend. You’re her half-sister.”

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The Aftermath

It all comes out.

How Mingyu had an affair years ago. How you were the result. How your mom never told you who your real dad was. How your mom and Mina’s mom used to be close—until everything fell apart.

And now you’ve fallen in love with your own father.

But you’re not biologically related.

The timing doesn’t overlap. You were born from a woman Mingyu knew during a break from Mina’s mother. He didn’t even know you existed—until your mother told him a year ago, and he chose not to say anything. He didn’t want to destroy you. Or Mina. Or whatever you were starting to build together.

But now everything’s destroyed anyway.

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One Month Later: A New Beginning

You're sitting on a bench in a quiet park, sunlight pouring through the trees. Mingyu walks toward you, hesitant.

“I didn’t know how to fix this,” he says. “I thought maybe leaving you alone would be better.”

You look up at him. “You lied to me.”

“I know.”

“You’re... you’re technically my dad.”

He sits beside you. “Biologically, no. Legally, no. But I still crossed a line. A big one. And I hate myself for it.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

“I still love you,” you whisper.

He turns to you, shocked. “You do?”

You nod. “And it’s fucked up. But it’s real.”

He takes your hand. “We’ll figure it out. Whatever this is. We’ll find a way.”

You lean into him, letting yourself hope.

Maybe love doesn’t have to be perfect.

Just real.

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END 💔🔥💫

[ujisthings]

Heyyy 😊

I was wondering if you’d be up for writing a Scoups fic! Honestly, I’m not picky about the plot I’m just really craving some good Seungcheol fluff and/or smut right now. Totally no pressure if you’re not feeling it, but I’d love to see what you come up with if you’re down.

Thanks so much either way!! 💗

Omg of course sweetie you can always request 😘

Title: “The Way You Say My Name”

Pairing: Seungcheol (Scoups) x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Smut (mature)

Word count: ~3,400

Setting: Late-night in Seungcheol’s apartment, post-tour

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You hadn’t seen him in weeks.

And not the kind of “we’ve been busy” weeks — tour weeks. The kind where your boyfriend’s face only exists in phone screens and your voice sounds like a fading echo through a spotty signal.

But tonight, he was here.

Finally home.

You’re in his hoodie — the navy blue one that drowns your hands and smells like cedarwood and warmth — sprawled across his couch, pretending not to check the door every five seconds.

Then—

click.

It opens.

Your heart stutters before your feet do. And then he’s there. Standing in the doorway like every love song you've ever played too loud. Hair messy under a black cap, bags under his eyes, duffle slung low over one shoulder.

"Baby..." he breathes, a smile cracking across his tired face.

You don’t let him finish. You run straight into him like gravity was faking it the whole time. He catches you, arms strong around your waist, duffle bag forgotten somewhere near the shoe rack. His lips brush your temple.

“I missed you,” you whisper, voice already cracking.

He squeezes tighter. “I missed you more.”

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He won’t stop touching you.

Not in the desperate way you expected — not yet. It’s softer. Like he’s trying to memorize you again. Like he’s scared you might disappear if he looks away too long. His hands slide up your back as you both lie on the couch, tangled under the throw blanket and the soft yellow light of the lamp. His thumb rubs small circles into your hip. Yours trace slow lines over his bare forearm, where the veins you missed pulse beneath skin.

“You look thinner,” you murmur.

He hums. “Can’t eat properly when I don’t have you nagging me about real meals.”

You swat him, but he only laughs and kisses your hair.

It’s like this for a while — wordless warmth and slow breathing. But eventually, something shifts. He tilts your chin up and kisses you — properly. The kind of kiss you feel in your ribs. Like he’s starving for you.

His hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, deepening the kiss until your pulse goes shaky. He groans softly when your tongue brushes his, like he can’t believe you’re real.

“Still taste like mint tea,” he murmurs. “God, I dreamed about this.”

“You dreamed about mint tea?” you tease breathlessly.

“No,” he says, voice dropping, lips brushing yours. “I dreamed about you like this. Needy. Warm. Under me.”

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He lifts you like you weigh nothing and carries you to the bedroom. No rush. Just that steady, protective way he always has. Your legs tighten around his waist instinctively.

“I should shower,” he says, setting you gently on the bed.

You shake your head, tugging him closer by the shirt. “No. Stay like this. I missed you, not shampoo and soap.”

His expression softens — and then sharpens again as his mouth crashes back into yours.

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The way Seungcheol loves is slow. Intentional. Like every second has to mean something.

His fingers slide under your hoodie, traveling along your waist like he’s rediscovering you. Every inch of skin he touches sends heat straight through your spine. He kisses down your neck, lingering at your collarbone, leaving trails of warmth and hunger in his wake.

You lift your arms and let him peel the hoodie off — and the quiet groan that rumbles in his throat when he sees what’s underneath makes your knees press together.

“You wore this for me?” he whispers, eyeing the lace bralette you thought he’d like.

You nod shyly, and he smirks, his hand trailing up your thigh slowly, teasingly. “You’re cruel.”

But his voice is anything but annoyed. It’s wrecked. Worshipful.

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When he finally presses his hips against yours, you arch into him, gasping. There’s nothing frantic about it — no rushed clothing removal or quick hands. Just his lips on your jaw, down your chest, his fingers brushing over your thighs like a prayer.

“Say my name,” he says against your skin.

You do.

You always do.

Because Seungcheol — especially when said in the haze between soft sheets and heavy breath — makes him lose it.

He makes love to you like he’s home. Like your body is the only place that’s ever made sense. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, tangled with curses and pleas, your hands clutching his shoulders as he presses deeper into you.

“Feels so good, baby,” he groans. “You don’t know how long I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

You cling to him like the storm he is — waves crashing, stars collapsing behind your eyes as your back arches and you fall apart under him.

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Later, after he’s cleaned you up with the gentleness of someone who holds galaxies in his hands, he wraps himself around you, one arm under your head, the other across your waist.

“You still awake?” he asks softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

You nod. “Too happy to sleep.”

He smiles, sleepy and warm. “Good.”

Then he leans in close — so close you can feel his breath on your lips again — and whispers:

“You say my name like it’s everything. And I swear, it is.”

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END

Tell me your thoughts and if you would like a part two?

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OMG HOW ABT FAKE DATING WITH JEONGHAN

OMG okay here you go sweetie

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Title: "This Wasn't Supposed to Feel Real"

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Genre: Fake Dating AU, Slow Burn, Fluff/Smut/Angst, Idol!AU

Rating: 18+ (for smut, emotional tension, light dominance, and sensuality)

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Chapter One: The Proposal

You’re half-asleep on the couch, hair messy, hoodie sliding off your shoulder when Jeonghan knocks—three times, then once more, just like always.

You don’t even look up. “Why are you here at midnight?”

“I need you to date me,” he says like he’s asking for ramen.

You pause, turn to him slowly. “Is that a joke or a mental breakdown?”

“Neither,” he says, serious now. His eyes are sharp, his jaw clenched, and his hoodie smells like wind and cologne. “Dispatch caught me out with that actress from the drama. You know it’s nothing, but my agency wants to kill the rumors with something… controlled.”

You raise a brow. “So, what, I’m the safe choice?”

He leans closer, voice low. “You’re the only person I trust not to fall in love with me.”

You swallow hard. You hope you’re the only person who doesn’t.

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Chapter Two: Soft Lies and Sharp Looks

You go public two days later. One blurry photo, one strategic post. Suddenly, you’re Jeonghan’s girlfriend.

Everything you do becomes something to analyze: the way you hold hands like it’s nothing, the way he kisses your temple when fans are watching. But it’s the private moments that get confusing.

Like the night you’re lying on his hotel bed after a long day of playing pretend. You’re wearing one of his shirts—he tossed it at you after a shower like it’s nothing.

“It looks good on you,” he murmurs from the other side of the bed.

You turn your head. “You’re really committing to the bit, huh?”

He hums. “Maybe I like the way it feels.”

You expect him to turn away, to joke. But instead, he gets up, crosses the room, and stops in front of you. His hand brushes your jaw. “You’re flushed.”

You blink up at him. “I just showered—”

“I haven’t kissed you today.”

“…We’re alone.”

His thumb grazes your lip. “So?”

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Chapter Three: Not So Fake

The kiss starts slow.

It’s supposed to be another one of those “practice” moments—you’ve had a few now, stolen for the camera or to tease the fans. But this one is different. His lips are soft, but the hand at your waist is firm, and he kisses like he’s tasting a secret.

You try to pull away—try. But his tongue finds yours and suddenly your back’s against the wall, and his hands are under that stolen shirt, brushing the edge of your panties.

“Jeonghan—”

“I know,” he murmurs, mouth hot against your neck. “We’re not supposed to.”

Your breath hitches as he palms your thigh. “Then why—”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you in my bed, in my clothes,” he whispers, eyes dark. “You think I’ve been acting all this time?”

He lifts you gently, pressing you against the door, and you wrap your legs around him, dizzy from the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s starved.

“You said I was the only one you trusted not to fall,” you whisper, trembling.

His mouth brushes your ear. “I lied.”

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Chapter Four: After

He doesn't leave your bed that night.

You wake up to fingers tracing your spine, his body curled around yours, and the fake world you built feels like it shattered—because the way he holds you isn’t pretend.

“Morning,” he says, voice scratchy.

“You kissed me like you meant it.”

“I did,” he replies simply, pulling you closer. “And I don’t care if the whole world thinks this is fake… as long as you know it’s real.”

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Can you please write about Jun and reader fluff something with “your my safe space”.

Here you go, sweetie I hope you enjoy😘 I love junhui😭

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Title: “My Safe Space”

Pairing: Wen Junhui × Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, soft romance

Setting: A quiet night at home after a long, overwhelming day

Rating: G

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You didn’t mean to cry.

You really didn’t.

But the moment the front door shut behind you and Jun turned from the kitchen with a soft smile on his face and a “Welcome home, babe,” it just hit you — all at once.

The exhaustion. The pressure. The anxiety that had been slowly piling up in your chest like heavy snow until your breath couldn’t keep up.

Tears pricked your eyes before you could even respond, and then they were falling.

“Hey…” Jun’s smile faded the second he saw your expression. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, arms wrapping around you like instinct. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head into his chest, letting out a quiet sob as his scent wrapped around you — something clean and warm and utterly Jun.

He didn’t rush you. Just held you, one hand gently stroking the back of your head, the other wrapped tight around your waist like he was anchoring you to the world.

When your breathing finally calmed, you looked up at him through tear-wet lashes. His face was so soft — so full of love it made your heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to ruin tonight.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” His thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “You never have to apologize for feeling things.”

Your lip trembled again, but he leaned down and kissed it gently, like he was trying to kiss the sadness away.

“I just… today was so much,” you said, voice barely there. “Everything felt heavy. I didn’t know where else to go except here. With you.”

Jun smiled — not his usual bright grin, but something softer. Something deep and full of understanding.

“You don’t have to know where else to go,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re safe here. With me. Always.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his words sank in, wrapping around your aching heart like a blanket.

“You’re my safe space,” you whispered. “You always have been.”

His arms pulled you tighter.

“And you’re mine,” he replied, voice thick with emotion. “More than anyone in the world, you’re the one place I can always breathe.”

You melted into him, letting the quiet of the room hold you both. Outside, the world could spin however fast it wanted. It didn’t matter.

In his arms, you were home.

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End.

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So Idk if u will like this request/idea and this is also my first time but just rounds of sex in many position, even standing (sure, why not) at the hotel suite. Bedroom, dining table, bathroom, even the patio you name it… all with unshaven hairy dilf seungcheol with his now hot buff body

A/N: Of course, sweetie, I will always answer anyone's asks, so don't worry. I hope it's close to what you imagined please tell me if it is🩷

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Title: "Every Corner of You"

Pairing: Seungcheol × Reader

Genre: Smut, PWP, DILF!Seungcheol, established relationship

Rating: 18+ (Mature content — read responsibly)

Setting: Hotel Suite

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The moment the door of the hotel suite closed behind you, Seungcheol’s hand was already on your waist, his rough fingertips dragging up under your shirt like he couldn't bear another second apart.

He had that look again — eyes hooded, jaw tight, dark stubble thick across his cheeks and throat. His body had changed, bulked up with hard-earned muscle, chest wide and carved, veins prominent across his strong forearms. He was sweaty from the gym, just barely cleaned up. Still wild, still raw.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he murmured into your ear, voice low and scratchy. “About you. How tight you’d feel. How wet you’d be.”

Your back hit the wall with a dull thud. His hand found your throat — not choking, just holding, claiming. And then his mouth was on yours. Hot. Desperate. Tongue pushing past your lips as his thigh slid between yours.

You didn’t even make it to the bedroom first.

ROUND 1: Against the Wall

You moaned as he hiked up your leg, the hard press of his thigh giving friction exactly where you needed it. His pants were barely halfway down when he lined up — thick, veiny, pulsing — and slid into you, slow but deep. The stretch made your eyes roll back.

"Shit, baby," he groaned, forehead pressing against yours. "So damn tight. I missed this."

He fucked you standing up, your back thudding against the wall, his arms flexing as he held you up like you weighed nothing. Each thrust was deep, punishing, his hairy chest rubbing against your breasts as your nails clawed his back.

He didn’t stop until your legs trembled.

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ROUND 2: On the Dining Table

The next time came fast. He tossed you onto the dining table, plates and silverware crashing to the floor. He barely gave you time to recover before he was between your legs again, bending down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs.

His beard scratched deliciously, his hands were gripping your hips like he was starved.

"You taste even sweeter than I remember," he groaned, voice thick as he ate you out like a man obsessed.

Tongue deep, nose buried in you, grunting every time you squirmed. You came on his face, trembling, and he didn’t stop until you were begging.

Then he flipped you over. Bent you over the edge. And filled you up again, grunting as he fucked into you rougher this time, hand on your lower back.

"Keep moanin’ like that," he growled. "Let the whole damn hotel hear."

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ROUND 3: In the Shower

You tried to escape him with a shower, but he followed — of course he did. Steam filled the bathroom as his arms wrapped around you from behind, pressing his wet, heavy body against yours.

The mirror fogged up as he lifted your leg and slid back inside you, the slick water making everything hotter, messier. His breath was ragged in your ear.

"Look at us," he groaned, voice gravelly. "You, all fucked out, still takin' me like a good girl."

The sound of skin slapping echoed off the tiles. Your hands braced on the glass, fog blurring the image of your joined bodies.

You came again, clenching so tightly around him he cursed and bit down on your shoulder.

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ROUND 4: On the Patio

The moon was high by the time he took you outside. The night was cool, but his body was so warm. He sat on the patio lounge chair, thighs spread wide, hair wet, beard glistening.

"Ride me," he said, voice like thunder. "Slow. I wanna feel every inch."

You climbed into his lap, and he groaned as you sank down onto him, his hands gripping your waist. You moved slow — grinding, bouncing, letting him watch you. Letting him fall apart.

"I swear," he rasped, "this pussy was made for me."

You kissed him as you moved, as he filled you over and over again, your bodies silhouetted in the moonlight, nothing but stars above and a warm ache between your thighs.

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ROUND 5: Finally, the Bed

By the time he finally carried you to the actual bed — hours later — you were exhausted, trembling, flushed and boneless.

But even then, he didn’t stop.

He laid you down gently, kissed every part of you he’d already touched, and made love to you like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance.

Slow. Deep. Intimate. His fingers tangled in your hair, his eyes locked to yours.

"I love you," he whispered against your mouth, his voice hoarse and broken. "Every goddamn part of you."

And he stayed inside you even after he came, holding you, breathing hard, his hand rubbing lazy circles on your thigh as you both drifted somewhere between sleep and bliss.

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End.

Please tell me if you like it this took a while to write. Sorry if you don't like this style of writing this is just how I write and I feel more comfortable with.

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Guys please request things idk what to write 😭😩

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Title: Neon Lights and Hidden Nights

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Romance, Idol AU

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (NSFW, 18+), soft dom!Mingyu, praise kink, protected sex, public tension/flirting, idol x non-celeb dynamic

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Chapter 1: Blinks and Sparks

You weren’t expecting much when you tagged along with your cousin to the BLACKPINK concert. She had an extra ticket, and you liked their music—but you weren’t a crazed fan. You figured you’d go, dance a little, have fun, and then call it a night.

But you never could’ve predicted what happened after the lights dimmed.

You’d barely gotten through two songs when your eyes kept drifting to the side—because the Kim Mingyu was sitting two seats away. Towering, masked up, and in a black baseball cap, but his frame and eyes gave him away. You weren’t even a hardcore SEVENTEEN fan, but Mingyu was… unmistakable.

He caught your gaze after the third glance. His brows raised slightly like he was surprised you recognized him.

You gave him a tiny smile.

He blinked.

And then… he smiled back.

From that moment, you didn’t remember much of the concert. Except the way he’d sneak peeks at you, and how close he leaned when he said—quietly so no one would overhear—“I like your smile.”

Your throat had gone dry. “Thanks. I like your… entire face.”

That made him laugh. Loud enough to draw attention, but he played it off with a cough. “Cute and honest,” he muttered.

After the show, when you and your cousin were heading toward the exit, you heard someone call out.

“Wait.”

You turned. Mingyu was there, mask still on but cap now pulled back, just enough to let you really see him.

He slipped you a small piece of paper and whispered, “If you’re not busy later… text me.”

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Chapter 2: Your Name in His Phone

A week passed.

You’d texted. He’d replied. Somehow it turned into hours-long chats, flirty teasing, occasional calls late into the night. And when he invited you to his apartment—“No pressure, just wine and music”—you said yes before you could talk yourself out of it.

You weren’t sure what to expect. But you didn’t expect this.

He opened the door wearing a loose gray hoodie and sweatpants. His hair was a little messy. His voice was deep and warm.

“Hey,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world to see you there.

“You sure I’m not disturbing?” you asked, stepping inside.

“You’ve been disturbing me since that concert,” he said with a grin. “In my head, I mean.”

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You talked for a while. He poured wine. Played you some demos on his laptop. You laughed about memes and idol life and how weird fame is.

But the air thickened after an hour.

You were sitting beside him on the couch, your knees brushing his, your laughter slowing.

And then he just said it.

“I wanna kiss you.”

Your heart pounded. “Then do it.”

He leaned in, warm and gentle but firm—and when his lips finally met yours, it felt like your world narrowed into just that one moment.

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Chapter 3: Tension Unraveled (NSFW)

It started slow.

Mingyu kissed you like he had time to memorize you. His lips soft but hungry, his hand rising to cradle your jaw as he deepened the kiss, letting out a low groan when your fingers slid into his hair.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he murmured, voice muffled against your mouth.

You shifted onto his lap, instinct taking over. He caught your hips, grinding you down on his growing bulge with a sharp inhale.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathed, lips moving down your jaw, trailing heat along your neck.

You tugged off his hoodie, revealing a lean chest, strong arms—he looked like a sculpture under moonlight. You couldn't help but run your hands down his chest, fingers ghosting across the hard lines of his abs.

His lips found yours again, hungrier now. Tongues tangling. Fingers gripping.

“Bedroom?” he asked, breathless.

You nodded, unable to speak.

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His room was dim, lit only by a bedside lamp. The air buzzed with the sound of your heartbeat and his hands exploring every inch of you.

He undressed you slowly, like unwrapping a present. “So beautiful,” he whispered, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. “So, so beautiful.”

When you finally laid back, bare and flushed, he looked at you like you were the most sacred thing he’d ever seen.

He dropped his pants, and you caught your breath—he was big, but more than that, the way he looked at you made your whole body ache.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, kissing your thighs.

You bit your lip. “Want you, Mingyu. All of you.”

He groaned, his voice low and wrecked. “Fuck. You’ll be the end of me.”

He slid in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time, holding himself back with shaking restraint. You wrapped your arms around his back, nails digging lightly into his skin.

He moved gently at first, rocking into you with whispered praise—“So tight, so warm, you feel so good baby…”

But soon, he was thrusting deeper, faster, his mouth on your shoulder, then your chest, sucking soft bruises as he whispered your name like a prayer.

You were moaning into his ear, legs wrapped around his waist, hips meeting his every thrust.

“Let go for me,” he said, brushing your clit with skilled fingers. “Come for me, beautiful.”

You fell apart under him, stars behind your eyes, and he came with a broken groan, spilling into the condom, his body trembling against yours.

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Chapter 4: Afterglow

You stayed tangled for a while, sweaty and breathless, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“I wasn’t planning on falling for someone at a concert,” he whispered, kissing your hair.

You laughed softly. “I wasn’t planning on sleeping with someone with six-pack abs and millions of fans.”

He chuckled. “Guess life surprises us.”

You fell asleep in his arms that night, skin warm against his, his soft breath at your ear.

And when you woke up, it was to the smell of pancakes, Mingyu in the kitchen shirtless, dancing to some old Bruno Mars song.

He looked over his shoulder. “You like blueberries or chocolate chips?”

You smiled, heart stupidly full.

“Both.”

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Chapter 5: Secrets and Softness

The relationship stayed quiet. Secret, for now. But it grew fast.

He’d sneak you into backstage rooms during rehearsals. You’d send each other memes like teenagers. He’d text you good luck before your classes. You’d surprise him with coffee before music shows.

And the sex?

Still amazing. But the best part was after. The way he’d hold you, whisper things in your ear.

Like:

“I wish I could take you on a real date without disguises.”

“I love hearing you say my name.”

“You make me feel like I’m not just… SEVENTEEN’s Mingyu. Just a guy. Who really, really likes you.”

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Epilogue: Neon Lights Again

Months later, he held your hand tight in the crowd at another concert—this time, his own.

You stayed in the back, masked, cap pulled low. But his eyes kept drifting to you during the set.

And when he sang the final ballad, his voice raw and gentle, he looked right at you.

And you knew.

He wasn’t just singing for the fans anymore.

He was singing for you.

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This is a long one and hopefully a good one

Send me your thoughts and requests if you have any

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I got you girl

"Sunburnt and Sinful"

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Reader (fem) | Smut | Vacation AU | Tiddies Worship | Soft Dom!Shua

The sun was merciless in the best way—warm, golden, and slinking through the white curtains of the beachside villa like it had something to prove. You were supposed to be packing up the cooler for your little seaside picnic, but no amount of cold soda or sunblock could save you from the real problem standing across the room.

Joshua.

Fresh out of the shower. Hair still damp and curling at the ends. A lazy towel hanging around his neck like he had no idea what it was doing there. And a pair of low-hung linen shorts that looked like they belonged on the floor more than his hips. But worse—so much worse—was his chest. Broad, smooth, dusted with water droplets that hadn’t yet dried. And those. Damn. Tiddies.

He was mid-sentence when you stopped listening. Something about sunscreen, maybe? You didn’t know. You couldn’t hear anything over the roar in your ears. Your eyes had zero shame as they locked onto the subtle movement of his pecs as he reached up to fix his hair. His damn nipples poked just enough to peek through the damp fabric of his tank top, clinging a little too tightly.

You dropped the soda can in your hand.

Joshua turned toward you, brow lifting in amusement. “Everything okay?”

No. Everything was not okay.

“Take it off,” you blurted.

He blinked. “...My shirt?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He chuckled lowly, clearly used to this by now. “You’ve seen me shirtless all week, babe. What’s gotten into you now?”

Your response was walking across the room, grabbing the hem of his tank, and pulling it up yourself. He let you, arms raised obediently as the fabric slipped off and hit the floor. And there they were—his glorious chest, tanned and toned, your personal weakness on full display.

Your hands moved before your mouth could. Palms sliding up over his pecs, fingers brushing his nipples as he exhaled softly, his breath hitching.

“You like them that much?” he teased, voice dipping.

You didn’t answer. You were too busy kissing down the center of his chest, tongue flicking over one nipple, then the other, watching him tense under your mouth. Your hands explored—thumbs circling, nails grazing, your kisses turning messier, needier, wetter.

Joshua groaned. “Fuck, baby…”

You felt him harden against your thigh and it only made you hungrier. You pushed him gently back until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he sat down, letting you straddle him, your mouth back on his chest like it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“You always get like this when we’re on vacation,” he muttered, his voice thick with heat.

“Because you walk around like this,” you mumbled against his skin, nipping one nipple, making him curse again. “Tits out. Tempting me. How am I supposed to survive that?”

He grinned—boyish and dangerous. “You’re not.”

And then his hands were on your hips, guiding you against the hard bulge beneath his shorts. You rocked instinctively, breath catching as his lips found your neck.

“Get these off,” you said, tugging at his waistband, and he didn’t hesitate. His shorts hit the floor, and so did your patience.

The rest was a blur—him lifting your dress, sliding your panties aside, pushing into you so slowly you thought you’d scream. He fucked you like he had all the time in the world, one hand gripping your waist while the other came up to pinch your nipple—your body arching instinctively.

But even when he was buried inside you, dragging moans from your mouth, your hands never left his chest.

You kissed his tits like they were holy. Worshipped them like they were the altar and you were the sinner. Because you were—completely gone, addicted to the way his chest rose and fell beneath you, how his nipples hardened when you touched them just right, how his voice shook when you sucked.

By the time you came, your head was pressed against his chest, his arms around you, sweat and sun and sin clinging to your skin.

“You’re ridiculous,” he murmured after, breathless.

You smiled, nuzzling into him. “I warned you. Don’t tease me with those tits.”

He laughed—deep and wrecked—and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll make sure to keep them out just for you.”

Here you go queen 👸 🙌

can someone pls make a short smut wherein they’re in a vacation and op is distracted bcos of shua’s tats peaking ( she loves kissing and touching joshua’s tats btw ) and that’s when she lost her sanity smth like that IM BEGGING PLS 😭

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Hi I'm Savanah I'm 23 i like groups like

Seventeen

Straykids

And others

I write smut, fluff and angst. Mostly smut but yeah. I take requests so feel free to ask me anything

I won't tolerate hate towards seventeen those are my babies so you will be blocked if I see you hating on them in my inbox

I will be posting my masterlist soon

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Hey so umm can I have joshua with eating reader out type of kink please

Heaven on his tongue

Hi okay literally my fav thing i think I also have a eating pussy type of kink or something maybe just with josh but yeah thank you for requesting 🥰

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Reader

Theme: soft dom vibes, oral (reader receiving), praise, worship kink if you squint

It started so sweetly, like it always does with him.

Soft kisses on your collarbone, hands warm against your hips, the low hum of his voice as he murmured things you barely heard but fully felt — things like, "You’re so pretty like this," and "I’ve been thinking about you all day."

Joshua was always patient. Gentle. But when it came to this — to you — there was something deeper beneath his calm. A quiet desperation. A kind of hunger that only surfaced when your body was under his hands.

You gasped softly when he kissed down your stomach, eyes locked on yours the whole time. He didn’t speak. Just watched. Like he needed to memorize the way you looked when you realized what he was about to do.

His hands gripped your thighs, firm but not rough, and he pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. Then higher. And higher.

“Let me take my time with you,” he whispered, voice thick, lips brushing against skin that made you tremble.

And when his mouth finally met you — it wasn’t rushed. He was slow. So slow.

His tongue moved in gentle, perfect circles, savoring every soft sound you made like it fed him. His grip on your thighs tightened slightly every time your hips tried to lift — like he wanted you to fall apart, but not yet.

Joshua looked up at you through his lashes, lips slick, eyes half-lidded with that same devotion you’d seen when he prays. Like he was worshipping. And maybe he was.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured into you, voice low and warm. “Just let me make you feel good, baby. I got you.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Only the feeling of his tongue, his mouth, his lips — slow and deep and focused. Like the only thing that mattered in the world was you coming undone beneath him.

And when you did, his name left your mouth in a breathless moan — broken and trembling — and he didn’t stop.

Not until you were shaking.

Not until you pushed at his shoulders with a whimper, overwhelmed.

And even then, he kissed your inner thigh, then your hip, then your belly with soft reverence, like you were something holy.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your skin, holding you like you were fragile and sacred all at once.

Ahh hope you enjoy didn't take as long as I thought it would but here it is

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

1 year of lusting over men twice my age

And joshua of course