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i lost my mind 🫧 너를 처음 만났을 때 . . .

u can call me b , she / her , do NOT be like zb1 and " break the rulesss ( slam dunk ! ) " , masterlist , enjoy ur stay !

misc fics below the cut ^.^

divider credits : @suupersonic & @cursed-carmine

hands in my hair ft. shen ricky [suggestive]

&team nicho drabble [smut]

situationship!mingi drabble [smut]

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i binged like all of ur fics last night and i just wanted to say u have a mind of gold😩😩 ur writing and imagery is just chefs kiss🤌🏽ily pls dont go bald

AWWW THANK U THIS IS SO KIND😭😭 i was stressing lately over whether my writing is full and descriptive enough so the thing about imagery makes me sooo happy🥹 love u anon i can’t thank you enough

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YALLLLLLLL

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ft. song mingi

a/n; someone requested a mingi smut & that man fine so i had 2 deliver 🫶 also,, why am i in such a drabbly mood lately🤔

cw: situationship, reader is the problem, mingi kinda pining if u squint, smut — phone sex, masturbating

it’s like the middle of the night and you really didn’t wanna call him, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself. like you were tapping along your phone screen, to get to the home page, to get to contacts, to get to his name and press dial; and all the while, ‘i shouldn’t do this’ was ringing in your ears. and your friends wondered why you didn’t listen when they said just cut it off. you couldn’t even listen to yourself.

so in the dark of your room, you were damn near blinding yourself to stare stare at your trilling phone. a blown up selfie of him next to you, squeezing your face and those mocking two words at the bottom. ‘don’t answer.’ whole time it was him that shouldn’t be answering you.

just when you started to become self aware and got the urge to hang up, that’s when he picks up. n he’s like,

“you need something?” voice all deep with tiredness and he sounds nonchalant asf. even though he’s in his own bed just cheesing. he knows what you need.

you don’t even plan to return his energy, you just give him what you think he wants. putting him on speaker before tossing it onto the spare pillow beside you; “i need you..”

“yeah?” obviously, you can’t see him but he’s raising one brow at you regardless, he wants to get more out of you. because yeah he does want exactly this. who wouldn’t..

“yeah. i wish you were here with me. i feel like it’s been forever.”

“i know, cause you didn’t wanna have me around. right?” mingi’s flirty in his tone but there’s also a tiny little bit of emotion in his voice. like his voice is slightly condescending in the hottest way, but that’s him rejecting the fact that it bothers him.

“that’s not true.” it is. the way you felt about him was unsettling, so you kept him at arms length. the idea of being vulnerable with someone made your skin crawl, so you partially cut him off. not non-contact but more like rare-contact.

“hm, okay.”

“i want you here with me, mimi.” your voice was quiet and whiny, “touching me, kissing me...”

shifting in place, he just hums in response. like he’s trying so hard not to give in and you can kinda tell so you take it as a competition. just like you take the progression of your “relationship” as a competition; why you won’t let him get close enough to win you over. whatever the fuck yal got going on.

“i’m thinking about you.”

“that why you’re up so late? you can’t sleep because of me?” he was projecting. cause really it was him who couldn’t sleep over you. every time you avoid him like this, he starts having some kind of horny withdrawal symptoms. the kind that make him too hard to to sleep. “are you touching yourself?”

you weren’t but you could for him. you knew he could get you there. “nope.”

“touch that pretty pussy for me.”

you can hear quiet rustling from his side of the call as he put his phone to rest on his naked chest and pushes his boxers down with one hand, grabbing his dick with the other. “mmh, i’m touching for you too, baby.. fuck.”

he moans at the contact with his on hand making you shiver, “tell me what you want from me, princess. remind me, what do you like?”

he wants substance from you; to feel truly wanted. when he was desperate and horny enough, he could get off to the sound of just your soft voice, but right now he needed effort from you. it was the least you could do for him at this point.

“i like when you hold me,” slowly, you start rubbing two fingers over your aching clit, “the way you hold my neck when you kiss me.”

“mhm.”

your eyelids threaten to flutter closed at the memories of the last time he put it on you. holding you like he was about to lose you and kissing every inch of your skin. “i l-like how your tongue feels on me…”

he eggs you on with his voice all raspy, like; “fuck… keep going, mama.” “tell me what you want.” and you’re reminded of one of his outstanding qualities,

“shit, i like how you talk to me.” — ^he was pretty vocal.

“oh, you do?” he knew good and damn well. one thing about this man. he knew his cocky attitude could get him far with you. no matter how hard you try to ghost him. “come on baby, what else?”

you hated how down you were for him. “yeah.. like how you make me feel full.”

“awh, you miss that, huh?” his patronising tone combined with the hushed slick sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft getting louder makes your thighs involuntarily come together. “hm, my dick sliding into that wet pussy? or my fingers, my tongue?”

you fought for your eyes not to roll back. “yes, baby— wanna cum for you so bad.”

his breathing becomes shallow and his voice starts to get a little pitchier too, indicating to you that he’s close. “keep rubbing that clit for me, i wanna hear you cum.”

and in your powerful imagination, he’s balls deep inside you, he has you in the mating press and he’s looking down at you in pure bliss. brows tilted upwards, skin dewy with sweat and lips parted by his low moans.

“i’m— mingi, i’m gonna cum…”

“fuck, yeah, give it to me. give me that cum, princess.”

and he makes sure he cums at the same time as you, he always does. he always tried to match it up because if you weren’t done, neither was he and he would push on for you. and if you were done? so was he, and it was time to move on to slightly awkward pillowtalk.

and it wasn’t even awkward for him. never that. but something in your subconscious did not let you be comfortable with him.

“you came for me, didn’t you, baby?”

“uhm, yeah.” oookay. back to square one.

hearing the uncertainty in your voice makes him frown. “you okay?”

“uh huh.” post nut clarity be kicking your ass. you just turn over on your side, tapping your nails on the phone screen by force of habit and waiting for the conversation to naturally come to an end.

a deep sigh leaves him, “ok. ok, well that’s good.” he’s silently begging you to say something to drag it out a little more. you could say literally anything at this point.

“yeah, you tired my ass out,” you laugh nervously and he’s just like fuck, cause he knows why you just said that, “think i’m gonna go to bed.” it was over as quick as it started.

“ah, okay. good night, y/n.” he feels, honestly kinda played, because you’ve gone flat on him now, and you’re gonna be flat for the next however many days until you start needing him again. whether that’s to fuck you again or just hang out for some other bullshit reason. and he hates it about himself, but he’ll be there picking up your late night call fast as fuck, he never even lets his shit ring for that long.

and he chalks it up to him being easy (poor guy). he’s like ‘i should have just gotten off by myself’ ‘i should find a new fling.’ but it’s not just about sex, it’s about you; he likes you. he likes you and you like him, but you’re scared and he’s oblivious. match made in heaven, methinks.

a/n; this is just what came to mind

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tumblr tagged one of my DRAFTS as mature content and all it had was the title and summary… and it’s not even for a smutty fic

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CAN U TRY A MINGI SMUT PLEASEEEESEEE

here is tha fic ^.^

**also,, the fact that this got requested while i'm halfway through a yungi fic...👀 have i been hacked ?

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i feel like my i luv your girl series fell off but i think im gonna revamp her into a fully written series

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how it feels to write for nct, skz, atz, zb1 / a2b and now &team

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ft. wang nicholas

a/n; only a psycho imagines arguing with her man about not being possessive enough.. haha👀

cw: stupid argument, smut — backshots, p in v, desperate nicho, kinda dirty talk

synopsis: some girl was flirting with him at the store but ur a boss so u don’t care. but wait why don’t u care..? don’t you like him? i feel like you should care..

“are you mad, baby?” nicholas frowned at you, gently holding the underside of your chin so you could look at him. you didn’t budge.

“no. i dont care.” you shrugged out of his hold, staring directly at yourself in the mirror and continuing to apply your skincare.

nico looked at you through the bathroom mirror with an expression of pure confusion. “what?”

“i said i don’t care. you’re a man, you can do what you want.”

so you did care.

“so.. so— ok.”

“because, why would i be mad?”

“well, she was all over me, but whatever?” nicholas leant his body up against the larger counter of the sink.

you glared at him. “what, so, you want me to be mad?”

“no.” nicholas shrugged.

“fine.” you replied matter-of-factly, “i care then!”

“don’t be like that.”

“look, i care. i’m mad now.”

“y/n.” nico sighed, crossing his arms. “don’t be like that. if you don’t care, that’s fine. now i don’t either.”

you scoffed at him. “god, you’re a brat.”

“how am i a fucking brat, i’m just doing what you’re doing. do you think you’re a brat?”

“no.”

“then neither am i.”

“you’re just acting bratty, nicholas. and now you’re mad.”

nicholas let out an exasperated sigh. “no, i’m not mad.”

“you are.”

“you want me to be?”

your mouth dropped open slightly. “shut up.”

“what?”

“no, shut up, seriously. you’re annoying me.”

nicholas huffed out a breath of air. “i didn’t even do anything.”

“you’re being annoying, just shut up. get out of my bathroom and go play your game or some shit.”

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“do you care now? hm, you care now?”

nicholas’ left hand was splayed out at the centre of your back while he used his right hand to bring your ass back into his hips.

“nicky..” you cried out as his dick slid in and out of you again and again.

“yeah, you care when i’m balls deep inside you. ‘cause i’m the only thing that’s on your mind when you’re like this. your heads empty when you’re full of me.”

“f-fuck off…” you whined out. he couldn’t have picked a worse time to revive your little argument from earlier. you thought fucking would relieve the tension, not make you relive it.

“you care that a girl was touching my arm and.. talking to me like that.” nicholas’ grip on your hip tightened, pulling you closer to him. “you don’t wanna tell me but you’re possessive, i know you are.”

“i’m really not.” you sighed. “you think too highly of yourself.”

“y/n…”

“god, what do you want, nicholas.”

nicholas’ voice seemed a slightly higher octave than it was just a second ago. “just tell me okay?”

“tell you what?”

“j-just tell me— fuck, tell me something… tell me you’re mad at me, tell me you hated seeing it.” nicholas let out a pathetic moan, watching your ass bounce back on him. “tell me you’re jealous…”

“get over yourself.” you barely managed to get the statement out before your walls started to twitch around him.

“i- hmh. i know, i know how you feel. just need to hear it. you care who touches your man, don’t you?“

“fuck, yes, ok? i fucking care!” you fisted the bedsheets around you for stability as your orgasm washed over you. nicholas began to whimper above you, thrusting into you shallow as his followed suit.

“mmh, fuck. i fucking knew it.”

nicholas leant over and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before slowly pulling out of you.

“you’re such a freak.” you reached around in the dimly lit room to find his discarded hoodie on the floor and pulled it over your head. looking over at nicholas’ heaving chest next to you on the bed, you rolled your eyes and he just smiled lazily.

“you like that about me. you told me.”

“whatever.” you pulled the blanket over the two of you and dropped your head onto his naked chest.

“so you did care? when that girl was touching my arm and stuff.”

“i mean i— yeah, why wouldn’t i. but why’d you have to fight with me like that? if you knew?”

“my love language is words of affirmation.” he shrugged from beneath you, “i like to be sure.”

“you like to get on my fuckin nerves.”

“ah, that too.”

a/n; need him more than anything

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i have such a problem writing about food like we’re all eating pasta, we’re eating lasagna, we’re eating penne, we’re eating spaghetti. i just don’t know any better chi

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hands in my hair

ft. shen quan rui

a/n; strawbelicky when i get my hands on you

cw: kissin, touchin, hair pullin, reader gets called pretty, ricky is sub leaning🥸

synopsis: how to be polite and respect the 10 date rule when ur girl starts playing with your hair, no borax, no glue

“i don’t want you to go home.”

your legs had been spread over ricky’s in the same position for so long that you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

“i don’t have to.”

you had overstayed your welcome. not that ricky didn’t love having you over. like he really loved that shit. but the later you stayed into the night, the more tempting it was for you to sleep over. and if you slept over? you could kiss your little 10 date rule goodbye.

propped up by your hands, you turned your head away from the television screen and to the left so that you were looking directly at his face. the blue light from the tv highlighted your big brown eyes and the peaks of your face. your forehead, your nose and your lips.

“it’s so late, though.” ricky’s hand reached to caress your face, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip in the process. you could see it in his eyes, he was trying to fabricate some bullshit reason. “i saw you getting tired.”

“what are you talking about..?” you laughed at him. it may have been the latter half of 11pm, but you were nowhere near tired yet.

“i saw you yawn. it was in the middle of the movie too, so you’ve been fighting sleep this whole time.”

you swiped his hand off your face, silently congratulating yourself for not folding. “no i haven’t. and you just tried to lull me to sleep.” you raised an accusatory finger at him. “rubbing all on my face and shit, you’re not slick.”

he wanted to laugh so bad. “that was just me showing affection.”

“right. okay fine. i believe you.” ricky’s eyes darted off to the side and you jolted up. you knew you were right. you were always right. “i knew it! i just saw that little side-eye, don’t try and charm me now.”

“no i— you misunderstood my body language.”

“help me understand.”

“i couldn’t hold eye contact with you.”

you squinted at him. “uh. why..?”

ricky’s voice was soft. “you make me nervous, baby.”

damn him.. you couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “man, shut up.”

“i’m serious. you’re so pretty.”

don’t fold, don’t fold. “is this how you get out of all your problems?”

“no…” he looked off to the side again and you scoffed.

“you’re unbelievable. you’re not even real.”

“want me to pinch you?” smart ass.

“i want you to get out my face.”

the speed of your response shocked both ricky and yourself. after that, you were left staring at each other, blankly, emotionless. and you had serious faith in yourself for this unspoken staring contest until ricky drew his irises in towards the bridge of his nose, making himself cross-eyed.

you dropped your head to his chest in laughter. what a cheater.

“hah. i win.”

“i hate you, for real.”

“you don’t. you like me.” ricky practically sang this little claim to you.

you pursed your lips in denial and you didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on them before looking back up into yours. “do i?”

ricky leaned his face closer to yours. “uh huh. more than you’re letting on, i’d say.”

you pretended to be surprised. “woah. get a load of this smart guy.”

“i know, right. i deserve a kiss?”

your brows came together in feigned confusion. “what for, exactly?”

“for uh..,” ricky leaned in and pushed his lips against yours with a soft kiss, “my incredible think piece.” he cupped your face in his hands and pecked your lips again.

“you didn’t even explain yourself properly.”

“i couldn’t wait.” ricky pressed his lips back to yours. putting up no fight, he let you take the lead and parted his lips slightly to let your tongue into his mouth. your fingers pushed into his red hair, tugging slightly which pulled a whine out of the back of his throat. “ugh, fuck, i like that.”

“like what?” you scratched at his scalp and his eyes threatened to cross again.

ricky’s voice was low and breathy, “when you pull my hair like that? i like that.” unable to bare the lack of contact, he swiftly attached his lips to your neck, still mumbling against your skin. “i like your hands in my hair.”

“you do?” absentmindedly, you started playing with some of the lose strands red hair on his head. “why didn’t i guess that?”

“i don’t know,” ricky grazed his teeth along the skin on your neck before sucking it into his mouth, making you keen. “cause, you’ve seen how i get.”

you pushed some of his hair back that was getting in the way of his mouth on you, “remind me, baby.”

as you continued playing with ricky’s hair, he continued mouthing at your neck, “like, when you fix or ruffle my hair and i kind of shy away? it’s because i get so horny for you…” he was breathless. “my mind just… wanders, yknow?”

“mhm..” you were so far gone, you didn’t even know what you were responding to. pulling away from sucking bruises onto your neck, ricky leant down press a kiss to your parted lips.

“i can’t be normal around you. it’s honestly embarrassing.”

“that’s why you wanna send me home, huh?” you tilted your head at him, chest still heaving from being kissed breathless by him.

he had honestly totally forgotten about you going home after… all that. but ricky was nothing if not a man of his word. you told him about your 10 date rule to avoid getting played and he took that shit seriously. ricky wanted you to know that he truly liked you, even if you swore you knew that already.

“yup, that’s why.” he patted at one of your thighs, signalling for you to move your legs off of his so you could both get up. “i’m trying to be courteous; i can’t just take you on this couch.”

you scoffed at his ‘chivalry’. “right.”

“when the time is right, i’ll make love to you.”

you hummed. “i’ll hold you to that.”

a/n; not only is he tall, rich, young and handsome; he’s also a gentleman 🙂‍↕️ we luv 2 see it

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i’m gonna pass out

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infiltrates the ricky x reader tags

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*starts writing*

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it was lwk 5 months ago but i made this for the skz movie and wanted to share 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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i’m gonna pass out

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i love haechan sm like that’s the goat

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boy best friend 2

ft. lee anton

a/n; oh to have all my plans ruined by needy anton..💔

cw: fwb situation, cursing, he’s horny as hell, baby what plot.., smut — dry humping, eating puh, p in v, no condom ( be smart ), male moaning !!!, talking a luh nasty👀

summary: leaving anton’s apartment after everything blew over with your roommate wasn’t as easy as you thought it was gonna be. the apartment was just so nice and.. has so many usable surfaces and like. yeah.

<- previous

this is how it usually started. you were hanging out in anton’s room, both of you laid in his bed and being super social by sending each other tiktoks depspite being right in front of each other. it was the perfect, most innocent, friend activity. until it wasn’t. anton’s head landed heavily on your flat shoulder,

“i wanna fuck you so badly…”

“yo, chill.”

after the incident about a week ago; after letting yourself freak out about it first, you became pretty content with the fact that you smashed your best friend. despite your perfectly rational fear that things would become awkward after, your friendship remained relatively normal. emphasis on relatively. however, the fact that things didn’t become awkward between you two meant there was absolutely no deterrent against doing it again…. and again, and again.

your roommate wondered why the hell you had overstayed at anton’s by like a lot of days... your friends wondered why you were either late or absent to all the recent gatherings. it was because anton was insatiable. like he couldn’t get up off you.

nestled between your open legs in his bed, anton moved his hips over yours, “i can’t help it. when you touch me, i’m instantly hard. it’s like muscle memory.”

“ou, don’t do that.” you sighed out, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs, “i-i need to get— i have to meet my friends.”

he whined in response grinding down into you, “i know, i know. i won’t keep you long…”

“toni…” you knew and he that he was full of shit. but the featherlight feel of his lips brushing your neck pushed all the rational thoughts out of your head. “okay, okay, fine.”

with your permission, anton’s mouth was immediately on yours, kissing you all sloppy and holding your neck to keep you in place. slowly, he continued humping into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles.

“fuck, you’re so— you feel warm. i could cum like this.” anton whimpered.

you held onto his shoulder, “wait, i want you inside me…”

didn’t you have somewhere to be..?

already sitting up to strip his clothes, anton laughed, “don’t you have somewhere to be, though?”

you rolled your eyes as you started pulling down your leggings. “just— let’s just not ask questions right now.”

through hooded eyes, you watched as anton pushed his boxer briefs down, letting his dick spring up against his lower ab. you were expecting him to start teasing you. anything but the way he immediately leant down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy.

“i could never get tired of doing this…”

you slid your fingers into his soft hair, tugging gently and sighing heavily. “anton, please.”

“hm? give me a second.” the sound of anton humming vibrated through his lips around your clit, making your eyes roll back. “i’m tryna get you wet for me.”

“i already am—” you whined desperately but anton continued with no remorse.

he flattened his tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe upwards and your hips bucked into his mouth. “this pretty pussy tastes so good…” moaning against you, he pushed his tongue inside of you and with each twitch of your hips, your clit bumped against his nose. you were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. it took everything in him to pull away, but he was feeling like if he didn’t fuck you soon? he could die.

anton tapped his dick against your now puffy pussy lips a couple times before sliding in with comfortable ease. you immediately had to dig your nails into him. he should not have gotten you that close.

anton pressed a kiss just below your earlobe, “i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?”

you nodded at him and he rubbed his tip against your sensitive clit before finally bottoming out inside of you with a quiet moan, immediately starting to roll his hips into yours with rhythmic ease.

“fuck, you’re wet… does it feel good?”

wrapping your legs around his waist, you nodded.

“yeah? it feels good? let me rub that clit, baby.” he sat upright on his knees, still fucking into you and started rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out.

“anton—” you cut yourself off with a low moan.

“you feel so fucking good around me.” anton whined above you, “s-so good to me… hah.”

the sound of his hips smacking into the backs of your thighs grew louder as his thrusts be came more shallow and irregular. he was making it very clear that he was getting close.

“are you gonna cum for me, toni?” you stroked his hair and his face contorted in pure pleasure. he couldn’t answer you.

“please?” you pecked his lips and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back. the tip of his dick pushing against that spongy spot inside you with each thrust had him weak. you wanted nothing more in this moment than for him to cum inside you, because you knew the noises he would make could finish you off.

anton was resilient; determined to keep going for you. he leant forwards again, shifting his weight onto his hands and expertly grinding his hips into yours. this however gave you the perfect angle to start kissing at his shoulders, the crook of his neck, his jaw, his face. he knew it was coming. or was hoping at least. anton opened his mouth slightly and again, your lips met his in a fervent kiss.

he attempted to muffle his moans against your lips but it was no use for him. he was already there. anton pulled his lips away from yours to release a string of high pitched moans and curses as his hips stuttered against you. the friction of his pelvis against your clit triggering your own orgasm.

“anton—”

“mmph.. f-fuck, i’m cumming. i’m cumming for you.” anton’s brows were furrowed in pure pleasure as he fucked his warm load into you. “fuck, baby, take my cum… just like that.”

anton’s body fell limp on top of yours. you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, laughing at the way he twitched as a result.

“toni… you sound so pretty.”

anton breathed out a shy laugh. “stop. i’m embarrassed.” he was breathless.

you let out a content sigh, allowing your eyes to dart around to the clock on your wall. yeah, no way you were making it to whatever plans you had. you were gonna have to start making up some excuse real fast because you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. nor did you want it to be.

a/n; nah they fuckin