warnings: semi-public (it's at the beach), unprotected piv, creampie, swearing (if that even needs a warning atp lmao)
word count: 1.1k
a/n: something short but sweet for my babies ˃ 𖥦 ˂ please enjoy!
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The salt air is thick and humid, sticking to your skin as the distant sound of crashing waves and muffled laughter from the beach crowd fades behind you. You aren't interested in the water or the sun anymore; all your attention is focused on the boy pressing you firmly against the plastic wall of the cramped port-a-potty placed on the side of the beach.
Suho is usually the picture of effortless composure, but right now, his breathing is heavy, ragged against the shell of your ear. The space is suffocatingly small, smelling of chemical disinfectant and the scent of his skin—sunscreen and a hint of sweat from playing around in the sun. It only makes the situation feel more illicit, more desperate.
"You're really okay with this?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His hands are sliding down your hips, gripping you with a strength that tells you exactly how much he's struggling to stay patient.
You don't answer with words. Instead, you arch your back, pressing your heat against the hard ridge of his cock through his clothes, letting out a soft moan that echoes in the small plastic enclosure. That’s all the permission he needs.
Suho groans, a sound of pure hunger, and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is frantic, tasting of salt and desperation. His tongue slides into your mouth, claiming you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. One of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to gain better access to your throat. He sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing you just enough to make you shiver.
Your hands are everywhere—clutching at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, desperate to feel him. You reach down, your fingers fumbling with the strings of his swimming trunks. He helps you, his movements quick and impatient, shoving them down just enough to free himself.
When your palm finally closes around his cock, he lets out a sharp, choked gasp. He's rock hard, pulsing in your grip, the heat of him searing your skin. You slide your hand up and down the length of him, your thumb rubbing over the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and Suho loses it. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, eyes hooded and dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're killing me," he pants.
He doesn't waste another second. He lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, locking him in. The plastic wall creaks under your combined weight, the instability only adding to the adrenaline. You feel the cool air hit your thighs as he shoves your bikini aside, exposing your dripping wet pussy to the humid air.
Suho doesn't go slow. He positions the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against your clit for one agonizing second before he thrusts upward.
You scream into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his skin, as he fills you completely in one deep, punishing stroke. The sensation is overwhelming—the tightness of the space, the hardness of his body, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as your body tries to adjust to the size of him.
Suho freezes for a moment, his muscles locking as he sinks into your warmth. He lets out a long, shaky exhale, his eyes closing in sheer bliss. "You're so tight... fuck baby, you feel amazing."
Then, he starts to move.
He begins with slow, heavy grinds, rotating his hips to hit every sensitive spot inside you. Each slide out is agonizingly slow, and each thrust back in is deep and forceful, bottoming out against your cervix. The plastic walls of the port-a-potty rattle with every impact, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that syncs with the pounding of your heart.
You're losing your mind, the friction of his cock sliding against your walls sending sparks of electricity through your nerves. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride the wave of pleasure. Suho’s movements grow more erratic, his composure completely gone. He’s no longer the sweet, goofy boy you're used to; he’s a man possessed, driven by a primal need to be inside you.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice strained.
You open your eyes to find him staring at you with an intensity that makes your toes curl. He’s watching your face, watching the way your features distort with pleasure, and it seems to drive him even harder. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming fast and shallow, hammering into you with a relentless rhythm.
The friction builds, the heat between your thighs becoming an inferno. You can feel the climax building in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil of tension that's about to snap. You tighten your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster.
"Suho... please..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"I've got you," he grunts, his voice guttural. "Just let go."
He shifts his grip, one hand sliding under your ass to lift you higher, angling himself to hit your G-spot with every single plunge. The sensation is too much. You feel the first wave of the orgasm crash over you, your internal muscles clamping down hard on his cock in rhythmic spasms. You cry out, your body shaking as the pleasure peaks, sending ripples of heat through your entire frame.
The feeling of you squeezing him is the final straw for Suho. He lets out a low, animalistic growl, his body stiffening as he delivers one last, deepest thrust. He buries himself inside you, his hips locking against yours as he erupts. You can feel the hot, thick jets of his cum pumping into you, filling you up, the warmth of it spreading deep inside your womb.
He stays there for a long time, his chest heaving, his forehead pressed against yours. The only sound in the small space is the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant, oblivious noise of the beach outside.
Slowly, he lets you slide down his body until your feet hit the floor. He doesn't pull away immediately, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His eyes are soft now, the hunger replaced by a quiet, satisfied affection.
"You okay?" he whispers, his voice returning to its usual calm, though it's still husky from the exertion.
You nod, leaning your head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart slowing down. As you both begin the clumsy process of fixing your clothes in the cramped space, the thrill of the risk still lingers in the air, a secret shared between the two of you in the middle of a crowded beach.
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warnings: semi-public (it's at the beach), unprotected piv, creampie, swearing (if that even needs a warning atp lmao)
word count: 1.1k
a/n: something short but sweet for my babies ˃ 𖥦 ˂ please enjoy!
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The salt air is thick and humid, sticking to your skin as the distant sound of crashing waves and muffled laughter from the beach crowd fades behind you. You aren't interested in the water or the sun anymore; all your attention is focused on the boy pressing you firmly against the plastic wall of the cramped port-a-potty placed on the side of the beach.
Suho is usually the picture of effortless composure, but right now, his breathing is heavy, ragged against the shell of your ear. The space is suffocatingly small, smelling of chemical disinfectant and the scent of his skin—sunscreen and a hint of sweat from playing around in the sun. It only makes the situation feel more illicit, more desperate.
"You're really okay with this?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His hands are sliding down your hips, gripping you with a strength that tells you exactly how much he's struggling to stay patient.
You don't answer with words. Instead, you arch your back, pressing your heat against the hard ridge of his cock through his clothes, letting out a soft moan that echoes in the small plastic enclosure. That’s all the permission he needs.
Suho groans, a sound of pure hunger, and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is frantic, tasting of salt and desperation. His tongue slides into your mouth, claiming you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. One of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to gain better access to your throat. He sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing you just enough to make you shiver.
Your hands are everywhere—clutching at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, desperate to feel him. You reach down, your fingers fumbling with the strings of his swimming trunks. He helps you, his movements quick and impatient, shoving them down just enough to free himself.
When your palm finally closes around his cock, he lets out a sharp, choked gasp. He's rock hard, pulsing in your grip, the heat of him searing your skin. You slide your hand up and down the length of him, your thumb rubbing over the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and Suho loses it. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, eyes hooded and dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're killing me," he pants.
He doesn't waste another second. He lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, locking him in. The plastic wall creaks under your combined weight, the instability only adding to the adrenaline. You feel the cool air hit your thighs as he shoves your bikini aside, exposing your dripping wet pussy to the humid air.
Suho doesn't go slow. He positions the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against your clit for one agonizing second before he thrusts upward.
You scream into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his skin, as he fills you completely in one deep, punishing stroke. The sensation is overwhelming—the tightness of the space, the hardness of his body, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as your body tries to adjust to the size of him.
Suho freezes for a moment, his muscles locking as he sinks into your warmth. He lets out a long, shaky exhale, his eyes closing in sheer bliss. "You're so tight... fuck baby, you feel amazing."
Then, he starts to move.
He begins with slow, heavy grinds, rotating his hips to hit every sensitive spot inside you. Each slide out is agonizingly slow, and each thrust back in is deep and forceful, bottoming out against your cervix. The plastic walls of the port-a-potty rattle with every impact, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that syncs with the pounding of your heart.
You're losing your mind, the friction of his cock sliding against your walls sending sparks of electricity through your nerves. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride the wave of pleasure. Suho’s movements grow more erratic, his composure completely gone. He’s no longer the sweet, goofy boy you're used to; he’s a man possessed, driven by a primal need to be inside you.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice strained.
You open your eyes to find him staring at you with an intensity that makes your toes curl. He’s watching your face, watching the way your features distort with pleasure, and it seems to drive him even harder. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming fast and shallow, hammering into you with a relentless rhythm.
The friction builds, the heat between your thighs becoming an inferno. You can feel the climax building in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil of tension that's about to snap. You tighten your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster.
"Suho... please..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"I've got you," he grunts, his voice guttural. "Just let go."
He shifts his grip, one hand sliding under your ass to lift you higher, angling himself to hit your G-spot with every single plunge. The sensation is too much. You feel the first wave of the orgasm crash over you, your internal muscles clamping down hard on his cock in rhythmic spasms. You cry out, your body shaking as the pleasure peaks, sending ripples of heat through your entire frame.
The feeling of you squeezing him is the final straw for Suho. He lets out a low, animalistic growl, his body stiffening as he delivers one last, deepest thrust. He buries himself inside you, his hips locking against yours as he erupts. You can feel the hot, thick jets of his cum pumping into you, filling you up, the warmth of it spreading deep inside your womb.
He stays there for a long time, his chest heaving, his forehead pressed against yours. The only sound in the small space is the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant, oblivious noise of the beach outside.
Slowly, he lets you slide down his body until your feet hit the floor. He doesn't pull away immediately, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His eyes are soft now, the hunger replaced by a quiet, satisfied affection.
"You okay?" he whispers, his voice returning to its usual calm, though it's still husky from the exertion.
You nod, leaning your head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart slowing down. As you both begin the clumsy process of fixing your clothes in the cramped space, the thrill of the risk still lingers in the air, a secret shared between the two of you in the middle of a crowded beach.
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warnings: weed, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (don't)
word count: under 1k because i'm lazy and unmotivated
a/n: this is ass but i love you too much to say no so i wrote this in the car while being grilled by the sun
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The apartment reeks of weed and sweat. You sink deeper into the worn couch cushions, the joint pinched between your fingers. Seongje watches you with that half-lidded stare, his own joint dangling from his lips. The high creeps in slow at first, then hits all at once, turning every nerve into a live wire.
He takes the joint from you and sets it aside—his hand finding your thigh, rough palm sliding up under the hem of your shorts. "Feeling good?" he mutters, voice low and thick. You nod, the motion heavy. Everything stretches and pulses.
Seongje just smirks at your response before leaning in and kisses you hard, tongue pushing past your lips without hesitation. The taste of smoke mixes with him. Your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss turns messy. He shifts, pressing you back until you're lying flat. His weight settles over you, solid and warm.
His veiny fingers hook into your shorts and yank them down along with your underwear in one motion. Cool air hits your exposed skin and you shiver slightly at the feeling. Seongje drops to his knees between your legs, spreading your thighs wide with both hands. His mouth lands on your pussy without warning, tongue dragging flat and slow from entrance to clit. The high makes it sharper, every lick sending sparks up your spine. He sucks on the swollen bud, then pushes his tongue inside, fucking you with it in steady strokes.
You gasp and arch, hips rolling against his face. Seongje groans into you, the vibration traveling straight through your body. Two fingers replace his tongue, sliding in deep and curling against that spot that makes your toes curl. He pumps them fast, mouth still working your clit in tight circles. Wet sounds fill the room and your walls clench around his fingers as the first orgasm builds fast and hard. It crashes over you, pussy pulsing, thighs shaking around his head.
He doesn't stop. Seongje keeps licking through the aftershocks, fingers still moving until you're oversensitive and twitching. Only then does he pull back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He stands and strips, cock already hard and flushed. You watch him stroke it once, twice, before he climbs over you again.
The blunt head nudges your entrance. He pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch stretch you open. The high turns the fullness into something overwhelming. Once he's buried to the hilt, Seongje pauses, forehead pressed to yours. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes. Then he starts moving.
His thrusts are deep and deliberate at first, hips snapping forward to grind against you. Each one punches a moan from your throat. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. The couch creaks under the rhythm. Sweat beads on his skin, dripping onto your chest as he picks up speed.
Seongje flips you suddenly, manhandling you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slams back in from behind. The new angle hits different, cock dragging along your front wall with every thrust. His hand grips your hair, tugging just enough to arch your back. Skin slaps against skin, the sound loud and filthy. He reaches around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, fingers slick from your earlier release.
Another orgasm builds quick. You push back to meet him, chasing it. When it hits, your pussy spasms around his cock, milking him. Seongje curses and fucks you through it, pace turning rougher. He doesn't let up until your arms give out and you collapse forward.
He pulls out, flips you onto your back again, and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The stretch burns in the best way. He slides back inside and resumes pounding, cock glistening with your wetness. His free hand pins your wrist above your head. Every thrust jolts through you, the high stretching the pleasure into long waves.
You come again, smaller but sharper, clenching hard. Seongje follows soon after, burying himself deep as he spills inside you. Hot pulses fill your pussy. He stays there, breathing ragged, hips twitching through the lastspurts before he pulls out.
By the time the weed fully burns out, you're sore and sated, bodies tangled on the couch. Seongje lights another joint. The night stretches ahead, hazy and endless.
warnings: weed, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (don't)
word count: under 1k because i'm lazy and unmotivated
a/n: this is ass but i love you too much to say no so i wrote this in the car while being grilled by the sun
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The apartment reeks of weed and sweat. You sink deeper into the worn couch cushions, the joint pinched between your fingers. Seongje watches you with that half-lidded stare, his own joint dangling from his lips. The high creeps in slow at first, then hits all at once, turning every nerve into a live wire.
He takes the joint from you and sets it aside—his hand finding your thigh, rough palm sliding up under the hem of your shorts. "Feeling good?" he mutters, voice low and thick. You nod, the motion heavy. Everything stretches and pulses.
Seongje just smirks at your response before leaning in and kisses you hard, tongue pushing past your lips without hesitation. The taste of smoke mixes with him. Your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss turns messy. He shifts, pressing you back until you're lying flat. His weight settles over you, solid and warm.
His veiny fingers hook into your shorts and yank them down along with your underwear in one motion. Cool air hits your exposed skin and you shiver slightly at the feeling. Seongje drops to his knees between your legs, spreading your thighs wide with both hands. His mouth lands on your pussy without warning, tongue dragging flat and slow from entrance to clit. The high makes it sharper, every lick sending sparks up your spine. He sucks on the swollen bud, then pushes his tongue inside, fucking you with it in steady strokes.
You gasp and arch, hips rolling against his face. Seongje groans into you, the vibration traveling straight through your body. Two fingers replace his tongue, sliding in deep and curling against that spot that makes your toes curl. He pumps them fast, mouth still working your clit in tight circles. Wet sounds fill the room and your walls clench around his fingers as the first orgasm builds fast and hard. It crashes over you, pussy pulsing, thighs shaking around his head.
He doesn't stop. Seongje keeps licking through the aftershocks, fingers still moving until you're oversensitive and twitching. Only then does he pull back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He stands and strips, cock already hard and flushed. You watch him stroke it once, twice, before he climbs over you again.
The blunt head nudges your entrance. He pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch stretch you open. The high turns the fullness into something overwhelming. Once he's buried to the hilt, Seongje pauses, forehead pressed to yours. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes. Then he starts moving.
His thrusts are deep and deliberate at first, hips snapping forward to grind against you. Each one punches a moan from your throat. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. The couch creaks under the rhythm. Sweat beads on his skin, dripping onto your chest as he picks up speed.
Seongje flips you suddenly, manhandling you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slams back in from behind. The new angle hits different, cock dragging along your front wall with every thrust. His hand grips your hair, tugging just enough to arch your back. Skin slaps against skin, the sound loud and filthy. He reaches around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, fingers slick from your earlier release.
Another orgasm builds quick. You push back to meet him, chasing it. When it hits, your pussy spasms around his cock, milking him. Seongje curses and fucks you through it, pace turning rougher. He doesn't let up until your arms give out and you collapse forward.
He pulls out, flips you onto your back again, and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The stretch burns in the best way. He slides back inside and resumes pounding, cock glistening with your wetness. His free hand pins your wrist above your head. Every thrust jolts through you, the high stretching the pleasure into long waves.
You come again, smaller but sharper, clenching hard. Seongje follows soon after, burying himself deep as he spills inside you. Hot pulses fill your pussy. He stays there, breathing ragged, hips twitching through the lastspurts before he pulls out.
By the time the weed fully burns out, you're sore and sated, bodies tangled on the couch. Seongje lights another joint. The night stretches ahead, hazy and endless.
Helloooo👋🏻 How have you been my fav author? I saw you mentions your vacation did you have a good time? I just wanted to drop by and say I miss you sooooo much🥹 I hope you have a wonderful day every day and I can't wait for your return!
Love you as always🫶🏻
OMG I'VE MISSED SEEING YOUR MESSAGES IN MY INBOX 🥹🥹
I've been doing super good! Just came back home from Stockholm where I visited my second cousin and we had such a fun time together! 😆 How are you doing? 💞
I'm actually posting a fic today so I hope you like it! I'm sorry for being so inactive, I swear I'll try to write more 🫶🫶
Have a splendid day and take care of yourself anon! 😘
I was planning on posting this week but I'm currently on vacation and don't have any time to write anything 😞 I'm sorry for making you guys wait for such a long time lmao, I actually feel really bad 💔
Hi my favorite author! How have you been? It’s been so long since I last said hello, I’m sorry😞 I miss you soooooo much. I originally planned to drop by during the Songkran holiday (I’m not sure if you know it, but it’s a very important and fun festival for Thai people). But I’ve been quite busy, so I’m only just making it here now. By the way, do you have any plans to write something about Seongje? He’s my absolute favorite, so I just had to ask, haha😅.
I hope you’re doing well. Have a great day or a good night! Rest a lot and take good care of your health! 🫶🏻 love you
HAIIII I MISSED YOU TOOO ❤ Don't worry about being busy and not having time, I am as well lmao 🥲
I could absolutely write something for Seongje again soon!! It's just that i'm kinda of in a rut right now with everything so I apologize so so so so so much for being inactive 😞
Beomseok turns into a bundle of nervous care once he's spent, hovering over you with wide eyes to check if you're okay. He fetches water, wipes sweat from your skin with a soft cloth, and pulls you into his arms, peppering your forehead with apologetic kisses if he got too carried away. His fingers massage any aches gently, whispering sorrys even if you loved every second, until you're both relaxed and tangled together. He also loves if you take care of him afterwards, sometimes ending up crying from the overwhelming amount of comfort he feels by you caring for him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
He likes his lips best—soft and full, great for sucking marks into your neck or wrapping around your nipples, also for making you cum over and over again when you're ovulating and his cock is too spent already. On you, it's your neck and collarbones; he obsesses over kissing and nipping there, watching goosebumps rise as he trails down to your breasts, hands cupping them while he lavishes attention on that sensitive strip of skin. He also loves marking them because he loves knowing that you have that trust towards him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Beomseok cums in hot spurts, often pulling out to spill across your belly or thighs because he's scared of the responsibilities of getting you pregnant, blushing as he watches it drip down your skin. He loves when you make him finish on your pussy—he'll lick it off afterwards, tasting himself mixed with you, or finger it into you with shaky breaths because you claim it can't stick that way (you just want to get knocked up by him fr).
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Beomseok secretly gets off on the idea of you dominating him in front of a mirror, making him watch as you ride his cock or grind on his face. He imagines your commands forcing him to hold back, the humiliation of seeing his flushed face and leaking tip making him throb harder—he's too shy to ask, but practices alone sometimes iykwim (definitely feels embarrassed afterwards).
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not experienced at all, but he's a quick learner of your body. He learns your cues fast—where to lick, how hard to thrust—eagerly practicing until his fingers curl just right inside you or his mouth hits your clit perfectly, turning awkward thrusts into rhythmic pounding that has you writhing beneath him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary so he can see your face, burying his face in your neck as he slides in deep, hips rolling steadily as he sucks on the sensitive skin on your neck. He also craves you on top, hands gripping your waist while you bounce on his cock, his eyes glued to your tits jiggling with each drop down his length.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
A mix—he starts nervous, cracking shy smiles or stuttering mid-thrust, but gets serious when you're moaning, brows furrowing in concentration. Light laughs escape if you tease him, like when his rhythm falters, but he pushes through with determined grunts. Can also get sentimental at times but tries not to show it because he's embarrassed.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Beomseok grooms neatly, trimming his pubic hair short and soft, a lighter patch that grazes your nose slightly when you go down on him. Sometimes he shaves it all but his main goal is to just keep it neat and trimmed. Does not give a fuck about if you shave or not.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's all about closeness, holding your gaze as he pushes inside slowly, whispering your name like a prayer. Hands intertwine, bodies pressed flush—he kisses you through every thrust, making love feel personal and deep, even when he picks up speed and fucks harder. To him it's important that you always feel loved and cherished during intimate moments like this.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Beomseok strokes himself in bed at night, hand slick with lube as he pictures your pussy clenching around him. It's frantic, hips bucking into his fist until he cums with a muffled groan, often using your panties stolen from the laundry to wrap around his shaft for the scent. Also jerks of to your Instagram pictures more often than he'd like to admit, he just can't help himself when he has such a pretty partner.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink hits him hard—you calling him good boy while he eats you out makes him devour your clit desperately. He also loves light bondage, letting you tie his wrists so you can use his cock however you want, or marking him with bites to match the ones he leaves on you. Don't go to hard on him though cause he's sensitive :(
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His or your room feels safest to him, door locked as he lays you on his bed and explores every inch. He will also fuck you in a public place if you beg him enough because he can't say no to you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your encouragement lights him up—words like "fuck me harder" or touches on his bulge make him instantly hard. Seeing you vulnerable, like after a bad day, flips a switch; he wants to bury himself in you, proving he can make you feel good amid his insecurities.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing violent or degrading—he panics at real pain, pulling back if it hurts. Turn-offs are roughness without consent or anything public where he's exposed too much; he needs trust, hating the idea of being watched without control.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving, kneeling between your thighs to lap at your pussy eagerly, tongue flicking your clit while fingers pump inside. Receiving makes him shy at first, but he eventually starts to thrusts into your mouth with soft whines, hands in your hair as you suck him dry.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Starts slow and sensual, savoring each slide into your wet heat, but builds to fast and needy, hips snapping erratically as he chases release. He matches your pace, going rough if you claw his back, gentle if you sigh into his kisses—it's all about your comfort and pleasure to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies are not his favorite but if you really want to have a quickly between classes or before leaving his apartment, he'd be up to it. Just make sure not to make them too regular because he'll start overthinking about the fact that you may be using him for sex.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's cautious but willing, trying new angles or kinks if you ask him enough times. Will never do anything too risky though and does not want to end up being a teenage parent, so no unprotected sex.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two solid rounds before he's spent, but he lasts decently, drawing out pleasure with pauses to kiss you. Recovery is quick if you stroke him, hardening again for a slower, deeper session until you're both exhausted. Will always be down to please you in other ways if he's too tired to fuck you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No toys, how tf would he get one with his strict ass father? Also because he's insecure that they'd bring you more pleasure than he can give you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not very—he's too eager, diving in when you want it. But he learns to tease, ghosting fingers over your slit or sucking your nipples without touching below, giggling nervously at your frustrated bucks until he gives in.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tries to be quiet but he's whiny and vocal—soft moans escape as he thrusts, escalating to breathy "fuck"s and your name when close. He gasps into your skin, begging quietly, loving when you hush him or moan back to spur him on.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If he catches you masturbating in your room, he will stand at the door and stroke himself while watching you, a hand clamped over his mouth as he tries his hardest not to get caught by you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Beomseok's cock is average length, around six inches, not too girthy with a flushed head that leaks pre-cum steadily. Straight and eager, it twitches visibly when hard, veins pulsing as he grinds against your thigh. His tip is light pink btw. (source; trust me bro)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High but repressed—he's constantly half-hard around you, daydreaming about bending you over. Once started, he can't stop, humping your leg if denied, sex drive spiking with every brush of your body.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Fifty-fifty. Sometimes he falls asleep super easily and sometimes he lays awake for hours, overthinking every single thing and hoping that he didn't disappoint you in any way.
haii I was thinking hc with virgin!reader (she isn't dumb or anything, but she just doesn't know much about making love), and Hyunjin happily agreed to teach you.
Hyunjin x virgin!reader headcanons
synopsis: my take on how how hyunjin treats his girl during her first time
• Hyunjin spends weeks easing you into the idea, never pushing, always checking in with soft whispers during movie nights on the couch. When you finally confess your nervousness about being a virgin, his long fingers intertwine with yours, eyes sparkling with reassurance as he kisses your knuckles. "We'll go at your pace, baby. I just want to make you feel good."
• He dims the bedroom lights, lights a vanilla candle for a soothing scent, and lays out soft towels on the bed, explaining everything beforehand—no surprises. He strips slowly first, revealing his lean, toned body, cock already half-hard and curving slightly upward, veins tracing the length, to normalize it for you.
• He starts with endless kisses, lips brushing yours feather-light at first, then deepening as your mouth opens for his tongue to slide in, tasting sweet like the strawberry lip balm he knows you love. His hands roam your clothed body, thumbs circling your nipples through your shirt until they pebble. "Can I take this off?" he murmurs against your lips, waiting for your nod before peeling your top away, bra following. He stares in awe at your bare breasts, palming them gently, rolling nipples between fingers. "So pretty," he breathes, lowering to suck one into his warm mouth, tongue flicking the tip while his hand kneads the other.
• Lays you back on pillows, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, sucking faint marks that won't bruise. He unhooks your jeans, sliding them off with your panties, exposing your untouched pussy—pink folds glistening slightly from arousal. "You're already wet for me," he says softly, not mocking, just amazed, parting your thighs with care. His breath ghosts over your clit before his tongue flattens, licking a slow stripe up your slit, savoring your taste. You gasp, and he pauses. "Too much?" Only resuming when you shake your head, then circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, gentle suction drawing whimpers from you.
• He grabs lube from the nightstand—"Just in case," he explains—coating two fingers generously. One dips into your entrance first, shallow thrusts as his mouth returns to your clit, humming vibrations. "Relax, breathe with me," he coaches, free hand stroking your thigh. When you're rocking against his hand, he adds the second finger, scissoring slowly to stretch your tight walls, curling to brush that sensitive spot inside. Your hips buck; he pins them gently. "Feels good? Tell me if you want more or less." He builds you to your first orgasm like this, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices coating his palm as you cry out his name.
• After your first orgasm he kneels up, guiding your hand to his cock—thick, seven inches, silky skin over steel hardness, precum beading at the slit. "Touch me however you want," he encourages, showing you how to stroke from base to tip, thumb swiping the head. Your innocent grip makes him groan low, hips twitching. He teaches you to lick the tip, tongue darting out to taste his salty precum, then taking the head into your mouth. "Just like that—fuck, your mouth is heaven." He doesn't thrust, letting you set the pace, fingers carding through your hair tenderly.
• He positions you on your back, knees drawn up, or suggests you on top for control—"You decide how deep." Lubed cock nudges your folds, sliding through them first to coat himself in your wetness. "Look at me," he says, locking eyes as the head breaches you, inching in slow, pausing at every gasp. Your walls flutter around the intrusion, stretching for his girth. "So tight—breathe, baby, you're doing amazing." Halfway in, he stills completely, kissing you deeply until you relax, then sinks the rest, balls resting against your ass.
• Buried deep, he grinds first, clit rubbing his pubic bone, building pleasure without overwhelming you. Thrusts start shallow, pulling out to the tip before sliding back, letting you feel every ridge and vein dragging your insides. "Does it hurt?" he checks constantly, adjusting angles—finding the one that makes your eyes roll back. His pace stays unhurried, deep rolls of hips hitting your g-spot precisely, one hand interlacing fingers with yours, the other thumbing your clit in circles. Sweat beads on his forehead, long hair falling into his eyes as he watches your face for every reaction.
• Hyunjin prioritizes your orgasms, whispering praises nonstop—"Your pussy feels perfect gripping me," "Cum for me again, let go." When you clench signaling your peak, he angles to grind harder there, free hand pinching your nipple. Your release milks him, walls pulsing; he moans beautifully, but holds back his own. "One more? For me?" Flipping to spoon if you want closeness, arm around your waist, cock slipping back in from behind, hand dipping to rub your clit while nipping your earlobe.
• Only after your second orgasm does he chase his own, thrusts turning firmer but still controlled, balls drawing tight. "Gonna cum inside—okay?" Your nod has him burying deep, cock throbbing as hot spurts flood your pussy, mixing with your cream. He grinds through it, prolonging both highs, until oversensitive twitches make you both shudder. Pulls out slow, watching his cum leak from your puffy hole, thumb gently pushing some back in with a soft, "Gotta keep you full of me."
• He doesn't let go, wrapping you in his arms, kissing tears or sweat from your cheeks. Fetches warm washcloths to clean between your legs tenderly, avoiding soreness. "You were incredible," he murmurs, massaging your thighs, offering water from a bottle he keeps bedside. Cuddles under blankets, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. He talks softly about how beautiful you looked, how he loves every sound you made, reassuring no regrets.
• Later, spooning with legs tangled, he asks detailed questions—"What felt best? Anything uncomfortable?" Listens intently, promising to improve next time. Draws a bath if you're sore, joining to wash your hair, fingers scalp-massaging shampoo in. Plays your favorite playlist softly, turning it into lazy makeout that doesn't lead to more unless you initiate.
• The day after, he texts good morning with heart emojis, sends care packages—chocolate, pain reliever, your favorite snacks. Plans low-key dates, no pressure for round two. When you do crave more, he's eager but patient, incorporating what you loved from the first time, like extra oral or that specific angle. Builds your confidence, turning your innocence into shared exploration, always making you feel cherished and desired.
That's such a hard question cause I feel like I hate every single fic I make 🙏😭 But maybe the random kiss headcanons? Idk I just remember having fun writing it 😝 (Plus it got a lot of attention lmao)
Unfortunately I have a headache so I won't ramble on like usual, LOVE YOUUU 💋💋💋
I’m doing great too! But honestly, I’ve been so busy lately that I barely had time to read any fics😭 So when I saw your updates, I just binged everything at once! I missed your writing so much!
And I'm not sure if I've asked this before, but do you have any plans for Secret Identity Part 2? Please don't feel pressured at all, I’m just a huge fan of that story! Sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll wait for it whenever you're ready💖
Can't wait for the Beomie version! Hope you have the best day too! 🫶✨
I'm so glad you're doing well! And don't worry about not having time lmao, I promise my fics will always be here waiting for people to enjoy them no matter how late you are 😗 Honestly when it comes to secret identity I have no ideas whatsoever atm, I feel like it was such a long time ago that I wrote it that the part 2 won't be as good because I kind of detached from the story 🥲 But who knows, in the future there might be a second part so don't lose hope! And please don't worry about making me uncomfortable, you could never 🫶🫶
Hello my favorite writer! How have you been? I’m so sorry it took me this long to finally read your work, I’ve been so busy lately :(
I just finished your Seongje’s NSFW and I literally wanted to scream😖 it was so incredibly good! I loved every single word and it felt so canon to me. I honestly can’t even pick a favorite part because everything you wrote in there was just soooo amazing. Especially x and y. I was blushing the whole time I was reading haha🙂↕️
Also, I really loved the whc first date too! The amusement park date with Baku was so cute, sweet, and looked like so much fun. I really loved the confession scene, it was so perfect. Thank you so much for your work, and I hope you’re doing well🫶
Ahhhh you're back!! (I highkey missed your messages 🤧) I've been doing amazing, what about you? <3 I'm so glad you enjoy the NSFW alphabet!! I think I'm going to post a Beomie version soon since someone requested it! 🩷
Thank YOU for always sending such loving messages, I hope you have an AMAZING day/night 🫶🫶
