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cael | 20 | he/him | gay

kpop male idols for male readers

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kinda wanna write something for ateez

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all night (park wonbin x male reader)

wherein wonbin gets taken care of by his boyfriend in the middle of the night 

sub bottom boypussy park wonbin, dom (service) top male reader, smut, blowjobs, oral fixation, nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex while spooning, missionary, squirting, praising, some fluff

925 words

“fuck, fuck, fuck, hyung, more please!” wonbin whimpers as he grabs on your arms wrapped around his lithe body. his back pressed to your chest, he presses his head down the pillows as your fingers reach and circle over his throbbing clit. your boyfriend wasn't the only one getting the pleasure as you thrust harder, plunging your thick cock inside his wet heat. 

it hasn't been an hour since you both settled to sleep after a long steamy night. you woke up upon feeling a sucking sensation on your chest. you didn't have to guess. it’s your boyfriend driven with an oral fixation who's slurping on your nipples and biting gently all over your chest. you hum, stroking his hair while letting him do whatever. 

satisfied at the bites on your chest, he litters more bites and marks over your torso, working his way down until he reaches your pelvis. wonbin wasted no time stuffing your hard, leaking cock in his mouth. you let out a deep, pleasured moan as wonbin drools and bobs his head over your cock. he skillfully sucked and played with your cock and balls, each drag of his tongue along your shaft bringing you closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. just right before you were about to shoot your cum in your boyfriend’s warm mouth, wonbin pulled away and shyly asked you to fuck him again, but gently this time. who were you to deny such a pretty girl?

“your take me so good, baby,” you whisper close to his ear as you drag your cock along his sopping cunt. wonbin curses, sobbing as you press kisses on his sensitive neck while rubbing his sensitive clit faster. “so wet and good for hyung. god, i want to fuck this pussy forever.” you moan, angling your thrusts to hit your boyfriend's sweet spot harder that it sends him shamelessly moaning and shrieking out of delight in no time. you pinch his taut nipples and buzzing clit as he clamps around you tighter than ever. 

“h-hyung!” he screams, body shaking as he cums profusely, coating your cock. wonbin cries as he weakly spurts out more fluids. his eyes clenches shut, savoring the electric sensation of an amazing orgasm brought by his equally amazing hyung. 

you slow down your thrusts and kiss the top of his head before pulling out to check on him. you kneel up, gently shifting him to lay on his back. his eyes are glassy, skin glowing beautifully despite being sweaty. his marked chest heaves up and down as he pants from his recent orgasm. 

“are you okay, baby?” you ask, gently pushing back the hair sticking on his forehead. “yes,” he whimpers before quickly reaching for your cock. “i want more, please,” he asks, voice breaking. “wanna see your face, wanna feel your cum inside me…  hyung, please!” he cries out. 

“you don't have to beg me, love,” you whisper assuringly as you slide your cock in his pink folds. “fuck, you make hyung feel so good, baby,” you moan upon bottoming out. “always so good for hyung.” you kiss his forehead before picking up a steady pace that immediately had him moaning uncontrollably. 

your boyfriend's sweet little moans accompanied by the wet squelches of your cock fucking into his slick cunt echo across the room. the air smells like sweat and cum and it just gets you fucking wonbin harder into a complete mess. his legs are wrapped around your waist while his nails claw new sets of red marks on your back. your eyes never leave his blissed out face and god how could he be so…

“fucking beautiful,” you grunt, thrusts getting out of rhythm as your cock throbs desperately for release. “you’re so fucking perfect,” you pant, planting your feet on the bed to hit his sweet spot harder. wonbin's tugs your hair tightly, face contorting in arousal as he clenches immaculately tight around your pulsing cock. “go on, love,” you press a kiss on his lips. “make a fucking mess for hyung.” 

“hyung, fuck! it feels so good!” he screams, back arching as he squirts insanely, drenching your bodies that his fluids reach your face. wonbin looks so beautiful like this. whole body trembling while squirting copious amounts of fluids while letting out high-pitched blissed out cries. his orgasm sends you dangerously closer to yours and you couldn't help but chase it. 

“fuck, fucking take it!” you grunt, voice husky as you deliver one last brutal thrust before burying your cock deep inside of wonbin's core. you moan loudly as you deliciously spill your thick, hot cum inside his juicy walls. curling his arms around your neck, wonbin pulls you for a messy kiss. 

your tongues dance together as you kiss sloppily. you both pant and moan obnoxiously into each other's mouths, scattering so much drool everywhere. wonbin whimpers into the kiss as you thrust into him randomly, pushing your cum deeper to his throbbing cunt.  

by the time you pull out of his filled pussy, wonbin needily grabs you before pulling you down beside him. you immediately stretch your arm for your boyfriend to use as a pillow. he lays his head on your bicep before nuzzling your chest and taking in your scent. 

“let’s clean up tomorrow, hyung,” he whispers. “it’s sore everywhere but i’m okay, hyung,” he kisses your chest, reassuring you. 

“hyung’s got you,” you murmur, kissing him tenderly on the forehead. “hyung loves you.” that's all the reassurance wonbin needs before he drifts off to sleep in your arms. 

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suck that d till he cum (liu yangyang x male reader)

shouldn't tops suck their partners off?

sub bottom liu yangyang, dom (service) top male reader, smut, blowjobs, anal fingering, nipple play, some fluff, (you may also imagine this as a sugar daddy au or male reader and yangyang having an age gap of 10 yrs idk lmao)

858 words

“fuck, hyung, it feels so good!” yangyang whimpers, his head thrown back against the pillows as you take his dick whole in your mouth. you hated seeing your younger college boyfriend crying from all the pressure caused by his studies. crying in bed is a different story though.

“shit!” he shrieks, toes curling as you bob your head along his length while toying with his pink nipples. your other hand finds its way to his cute little hole, which automatically clenches when you circle your thumb around his rim.

you moan as you keep the smaller man's whole dick inside your mouth. as you do so, you gently insert a finger inside his warm little hole. yangyang whines, toes curling as he grips your hair while thrusting his dick in your mouth. “hyung, you're so good!” he clenches his eyes shut, legs caging your head as he enjoys the warm, wet sensation of your mouth around his pulsing dick.

you let him use you like that for a while. you know better than to spoil his little moment. besides, everything from the tightness of his grip on your hair to the intensity of his thrusts in your mouth, his hole sucking your finger in as you prod on his prostate, his legs locking your head to take his thrusts, his whiny voice as he sputters curses and nonsense from how heavenly your mouth feels sends your aching cock begging for release in the confines of your boxers in your slacks.

your smaller boyfriend's thrusts get weaker as his hips couldn't do so any longer. “make me cum, please!” he sobs, your tongue snaked its way to the underside of his tip while your hands stroke him from the base. your other hand reaches for his balls. you skillfully cup and massage his balls as your languidly pump his dick's base while your lips suck on his throbbing pink tip.

you hum, bobbing your head all over his length as his breathing becomes more labored. his moans, whinier. your fingers return to massaging his sweet little prostate as his hole clenches tighter and tighter by the minute.

“y/n hyung!” he cries as he crumbles from shooting his sweet release inside your mouth. yangyang’s chest heaves as his body glistens with little beads of sweat. his thighs quiver while his toes curl up all from the blissful orgasm you gave him. “fuck, hyung, so good!” you never get tired of his sweet, whiny little noises that never fail to make your cock leak profusely, just like how it does right now in your boxers.

yangyang's hisses in sensitivity as you gently suck off his tip to take every last drop of his cum. you pull away with a pop, with his cock laying on his pelvis after. his hands still grip the sheets as he recovers from his release. you immediately head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water and a clean wet towel before handing the former to him. ”thank you,” he whispers, throat dry from all the screaming he did with his dick in your mouth. you clean him with the towel while he drinks his water. knowing your boyfriend so well, he's too tired to agree to a shower after every activity you do together.

“thank you,” he says, handing you the empty glass after you. “cuddle me.” he whispers cutely after you put the towel and the glass and the towel in the bedside table. you were about to step to the bed when yangyang points his finger at you. “take those off,” he motions as your button down shirt and your slacks.

you obliged, watching your boyfriend's blushing face as you peel off your clothes in front of him. you subtly flex your muscles, as you wanted to see yangyang's flustered reaction when seeing your exposed skin, but he was having none of it. “hyung, hurry! and take of those boxers, please.” you coo at how he still asks nicely while he was impatient. the boxers came off, then you joined your boyfriend on the bed. you paid no mind at your hard, leaking cock that begged to be touched. it'll wait.

you place yangyang on the colder side of the bed before holding him close and placing kisses on his forehead. yangyang hums pleasantly when you pull up the duvet, covering up to his shoulders. your boyfriend wraps his arms around you before nuzzling your chest. “so warm,” he whispers. you stroke the back of his head while giving him more kisses on his forehead.

as soon as you thought your boyfriend was drifting off to sleep, a hand clamps around your semi-hard cock. a moan immediately escaped your lips as your cock finally receives the touch it longs for. yangyang giggles, looking at you with lazy, tired eyes while slowly pumping your cock. “i’ll show you my tricks later, hyung. just wait.” the look of mischief is evident despite his tired look.

you softly chuckle before pecking him his lips. “i’m excited, baby,” you answer, pressing another kiss on his forehead. he giggles, nuzzling your warm chest before sleeping beautifully.

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can u please fix the link to the masterlist?

just did! thank you for pointing it out 🥹 find my works here!

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wrecked (na jaemin x male reader)

just a little something i wrote during work hehe

sub bottom boypussy na jaemin, dom top male reader, smut, protected sex, pussy eating, cheating

617 words

jaemin rolls his eyes back. too wrecked to care about how he looks. too ruined to move. to blissed that he remains pliant in your hands and takes every thrust you bring to his swollen pussy.

“fuck, babe,” you moan, gripping his hair while dragging your length inside his sopping cunt. your huge cock is drenched in his juices he released four? five? six orgasms ago? you couldn't exactly recall. your mind is has gone haywire to count or even notice how drenched the sheets are from all the fluids jaemin squirted in his orgasms.

“s-so fucking good,” he cries, legs trembling. jaemin whimpers as he clutches the sheets frantically. his arms have given out a few rounds ago and he swears he'd be pressed against the bed, crushed under your weight if not for you holding his hips up.

“more, please,” he squeals, surprisingly coherent. you let out a loud moan as he squeezes tightly around you again. “fuck,” you snap your hips brutally, slamming your cock deep in jaemin’s core. grip on his hair tightening, you yank jaemin close to you, to which his hands frantically searched for something to grab unto.

“what’s gotten you this greedy,” you lick the shell of his ear. “your boyfriend doesn't fuck you as good as i do?” you smirked, giving a pinch to his sensitive clit. all jaemin could summon as a response was a dumb whimper. you chuckle as he has gone too cockdrunk to even think coherently.

“answer me, slut,” you growl, landing a slap on his clit. “shit!” he whimpers, wincing from the impact. “fuck,” jaemin cries from the stinging sensation that obviously hurts, yet feels deliciously good.

“my,” you chuckle. “have you gone fucking dumb?” you slap his cunt harder, tears escaping his eyes as he enjoys the sweet soreness. jaemin answers, babbling incoherent nonsense between tears as he tries to be good for you. you only chuckle, pulling out your cock before shoving him down the bed on his back.

“can’t think straight now?” you spread his legs apart, not giving him a chance to process before shoving your face in his pulsing cunt. “fuck, hyung!” he shrieks, not caring how embarrassing he sounds. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he pants, caging your head with his legs from the sensitivity. you groan, assaulting his pussy deeper with your tongue and easily part his legs and press them firmly on the bed.

“god, you eat me out so good!” he sobs, throwing his head back on the pillows. “e-even better than jeno!” you grin, watching him crumble beautifully. he squeals as he grips on the sheets, chest heaving as you prod your tongue in his buzzing walls and toy in his sensitive clit. his toes curl, pussy clenching around your tongue as he nears another good orgasm. god, how thankful he is for sneaking out the dorms and suffering from jeno’s musty little dick that couldn't even come close to how your large cock satisfies him and makes him hungry for more. he won't mind sneaking his way to your place as long as it means getting the best orgasms of his life.

“c-close! oh god!” he shrieks, back arching as he sprays all over the place. you pull back just before he released like a fountain spraying jets of his release over his stomach, thighs, and the sheets. his eyes roll back, heaving and recovering from what he thought was an orgasm he rarely has, yet you give him easily. he opens his eyes, pussy still pulsing as he sees you kneeling in front of him, your veiny cock standing tall.

he weakly reaches out, pulling the condom off your cock.

“cum inside me, please.”

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lip gloss (sohn youngjae x male reader)

wherein eric tastes someone's lip gloss… and gets his lips glossed sub bottom eric sohn, dom top male reader, smut, unprotected sex, facial, public sex (they do it in an alley), set in lip gloss era, fucking with a stranger  1,314 words

eric doesn't hear his members calling for him. the director of their lip gloss music video who was fuming throughout the shoot is now calling out his name with a concerned voice. where could he possibly be at almost an hour past midnight? well, he's too blissed out and overstimulated to care about his surroundings. not with how you deliciously drill his cock in this damn alley where anyone could see you both in your nakedness. how did he end up here anyway? getting fucked and bred by someone he doesn't even know? 

it started with the stares. eric catches you staring at him from the side as their group films the choreography of their latest song. he doesn't notice at first but he stares at you back a little bit too much that he makes mistakes in the choreography. a bit too early or a second late, and even missing his damn line he practiced countless of times even when they were in korea. how dare you be a beautiful distraction to his performance? eric throbs inside his briefs because how could you be so tall and tan, muscles and veins bulging in all the right areas. his sharp eyes meet your flirty, mischievous ones. damn, did you just wink at him? fuck, and that damn smile. how did he become so weak. and fuck, his eyes don't lie. that fucking bulge. shit, you were packing down there. a wet dream come true! one's this fucking shoots gets over with, he swears to approach you and get your number and offer to suck your dicㅡ

“cut!”

eric jumps up. shit. has he missed his cue again?  is this his third take already? fourth? fifth? he gulps, knees shaking in dread. he has never seen the director this fuming. 

“enough! we’ll just do this again tomorrow!” he screams in frustration, angry eyes never leaving eric. head bowed down in shame, eric stands in place while trying to ignore the whispers about his performance during the shoot. he sighs. how dare you be so illegally dashing that it distracts him? the type of face and body that he'd never stop ogling at. actually, he likes to see you again. he raises his head and sees you staring back at him. that fucking smirk. god, he wanted to slap that smirk out of your face. eric is annoyed about how satisfied you may feel after what your effortlessly dashing looks caused. he gets flustered as you gesture him to follow you before you slowly disappear into the dark alley. 

he feels his heart beat faster than usual. eric looks around and finds everyone already gone. maybe they're on their way to their hotel to spend the night. his cock throbs once again in his briefs. shit. is this what he thinks it is? he'd find it useful considering the number of times he was screamed at recently. eric conjures different positions of him taking your cock that he doesn't notice himself walking in the dark alley. there's barely any light except for the faint orange glow of the lone street lamp illuminating the area. 

he finds you leaning back against the wall. that fucking subtle smirk still doesn't leave your face it infuriates eric. you just stare at him sensually, taking in his anxious yet excited form. his nipples stand erect while his shorts barely hide the outline of his raging boner. eric stands right in front of you, your breaths meeting each other's lips. unable to stand it any longer, eric pulls you down by the neck and clashes his lips into yours. your hands immediately traveled to his waist and his butt cheeks, which you roughly squeezed. eric moans into the kiss as your fingers found its way inside his warm hole to prod his prostate. his eyes rolled back enjoying the stretch brought by your digits. his hands pull you closer to him before he grinds his clothed crotch against yours. his lips moved hungrily almost like he's been deprived of kisses. 

“fuck!” he whimpers as soon as you pull away and press his face against the wall. eric, in his poor attempt to keep quiet, clamps his lips shut. he can't make noise. not in what seems to be a neighborhood of sleeping people in this late hour. plus, he's just a foreigner allowed by the locals to film his group's music video so wouldn't being noisy, let alone being fucked in their public space be unethical? the demon in his head chuckles darkly, telling him to give in and have his ass fucked until it's full of cum. 

eric fails to keep silent as he let out a loud gasp upon the intrusion of your thick cock in his hole. “shit!” he cries out loud, before shutting his lips with his palm. although he has prepped his hole earlier in the hotel room, it wasn't enough to accommodate your girth that it hurts. but it hurts so good that he greedily moves his ass back to get all of your cock stuffed inside him. you chuckle, yanking him backwards by the hair and stuffing his mouth with your fingers before drilling him with your cock. 

eric's knees buckle from having his prostate abused at such a beastly speed. he swears he'd fall to the ground if not for you holding him up by his hair. you pummel your cock deeper, not giving him time to breathe. he manages to pull your hand away from his mouth before crying out in arousal. “shit! more!” was he loud? did anyone hear him? will anyone get out of their house and find him getting pounded into a slutty mess by a stranger? maybe. does he care enough? no, as seen by how greedy his hole tightens around you and by how desperate he moves his hips back as you thrust into him, as well as how he carnally moans whenever his stomach bulges. 

fuck. eric's back arches naturally, making the bulges more prominent in his stomach. his tears stain his face as his poor prostate gets stabbed hard again and again. his dick leaks more generously from the way your breath hits his back and how you play and twists his nipples, not to mention how he's being fucked deliciously by a stranger in this dark alley. finally, something ticked off his list of sexual fantasies. 

“fuck! yes!" eric moans like a slut as he orgasms like a faucet, squirting messily all over the place. he whimpers, his weak legs shaking as your thrusts don't stop; they get harder and deeper that he cums not long after. his mind goes hazy, getting too cockdrunk to care whether he gets caught. 

“fuck,” you moan as your thrusts lose rhythm, with your cock throbbing harder than usual. you pull out from eric before manhandling him to kneel in front of you. “shit!” you curse as you fist your cock desperately. eric, like a slut, sticks his tongue out and looks at you with lidded eyes. he looks so fucked out with his hair a mess, his makeup ruined by his sweat, tears, and drool, as he plants small kisses on your leaking tip. 

“fuck!” you grunt as you finally orgasm. your cock shoots warm cum all over eric's face. eric moans as he feels the warm fluids spraying on him. you empty the remains of your orgasm, glazing his lips with your cum before giving a few thrusts inside his mouth. you collect yourselves, with you pulling out of his lips and eric wiping the cum on his face thanks to the tissues in the pocket of his shorts. you immediately tucked yourself in your shorts before helping eric get in his briefs and shorts. 

“hey, pretty.” you cup his face before leaving a peck on his lips. 

“see you around.” you wink before walking away. 

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“too gay to function” being right next to “boo, you whore”—alright, who watched mean girls..

yassss someone noticed!

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helloooo! do u do top riize x male reader :(((

i'd like to give it a try! i'd love to!

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princess (jung sungchan x male reader)

wherein sungchan gets fucked by his student... out of all people 

sub bottom teaching assistant sungchan, dom top student male reader, smut, college au, handjobs, morning sex, intercrural sex, protected sex, sungchan calls male reader daddy, male reader calls sungchan princess, feminization, lemme know if i missed something, not proofread 

2, 248 words

sungchan stirred, blinking softly as he took in the warm glow cast by sunlight across the room. he groans right upon feeling his head throb from the drinks he had the night before. just how much whiskey did he down last night? this might be just be his worst hangover headache to date. he glances down at his body, and sees marks scattered down his torso and thighs. abruptly, sungchan brings his hand to his neck to feel if there are any marks. safe. he won’t need to wear a turtleneck in the summer heat and he won’t feel conscious teaching in front of his students. 

sungchan moves his body. shit. there’s that soreness on his backside, and he remembers. the sound of his high-pitched whimpers and moans. his sensitive parts being licked and kissed. his face being pressed on the sheets while being fucked from behind. his knees bent toward his ears. his dick being spent from cumming again and again. fuck, he gets hard just from reminiscing from arguably the best sex of his life. he slowly turns his head upon feeling soft breathing on his side. he freezes, heart skipping a beat. of all men, how in the world did he just wake up next to you, his student in topological structures? though you were not the most participative student, you managed to have the highest marks in his class despite sleeping more than half of them. 

how dare you be so lethally handsome with your hair tousled, muscled skin on full display, with a teasing grin on your handsome face? it didn’t help that your cock was semi-erect and leaking. sungchan couldn’t help but stare. 

“like what you see, T.A. jung?” sungchan blushes. “or should i say, princess?” “shut up.” he whines, landing a slap to your chest, before turning around to hide his blushing face. 

“you liked being called princess though,” you purr, pulling him close and wrapping him around your arms. “last night, you become so enthusiastic whenever i called you princess,” you tease further, kissing his shoulder. 

sungchan screams internally. how could he switch to T.A. mode and tell his student to stop when he is being spooned and kissed in the neck by his top student he didn’t expect to be so hot and beastly in bed? is it even ethical to for him to have the raunchiest thoughts—being bent over his desk while you fuck him from behind or him kneeling down and sucking off your cock inside the classroom—about you, his student, who only appear in class with that damn gray sweatpants and compression shirt? should he condemn himself from sleeping with you and leave the room immediately? why would he when he is right here subtly rubbing his cute ass cheeks against your hard cock? screw the teaching assistant- student relationship. you weren’t in school anyway. 

he brings one of your hands to his erect nipples while the other wraps around his leaking erection. “y/n… fuck,” he moans softly once you began grinding against his sensitive hole.  “more… daddy.” 

you let out a small chuckle as you fondle and pinch sungchan’s nipples and slowly pump his aching cock. “y/n,” he whimpers loudly, throwing his head back towards your shoulder. his hand grips you by the hair before bringing you close to his neck, while his other hand grips tightly on the sheets. his core and toes curl from the pleasure building up as you twist his nipples and swirl your thumb around his pinkish tip. his moans become breathy when you lick and kiss on his neck before leaving a few marks. fuck. his far too horny to be rational. too gay to function. 

“boo, you whore,” you hum as you thrust your hard cock between his thighs. sungchan moans loudly as your cock brushes into his sensitive taint. sungchan leaks more precum upon feeling the size of your length between his thighs. “fuck, daddy, you’re so big,” he whimpers, realizing how much huger your cock feels now that he’s sober. 

“yeah?” you smirk, grabbing sungchan's hand and wrap it around your cock. his breath hitches as he strokes the fat girth and traces the veins that ran along your length before feeling your bulbous tip. “shit, that's all yours?” he asks in disbelief. 

“it’s all yours,” you whisper before closing the distance between your faces with a kiss. you lead the kiss with dominance, moving against his messy lips and tongue as you swallow his blissed out moans. he whimpers louder, squirms harder as you stroke his dick faster and twist his nipples harder. 

“mmmhhh, fuck!” the smaller male moans as he releases all over your hand. he whimpers with his head thrown back over your shoulder as you milk him throughout his orgasm. “daddy, fuck.”

you hum, leaking profusely at the delighted sounds he makes and the way his body trembles. you remove your hand from his cock and plunge it to sungchan's mouth to let him taste his release. sungchan groans languidly as he sucks your fingers. not long after, you pull your fingers out before kissing him hungrily, tasting his sweet-salty cum mixed with his drool. he lets you devour him in the kiss, lets you leave more marks in his neck while positioning himself under you. 

“fuck me now, please,” he begs, looking at you with his teary eyes. sungchan spreads his legs widely, showing you his pink hole you wrecked the night prior. “please, daddy, i wanna feel your cock inside me again” he moans, clenching and unclenching his hole while sucking his fingers to make up for the absence of your fingers inside his mouth. fucking desperate. you grin at how the edges of his rim do not even touch by how wide his hole gapes. 

you wrap your cock with the last condom in your supply before getting it slick with lubricant. “fuck, fuck, daddy, yes!” sungchan squeaks, back arched and legs spread, ready to take your length in. you both moan at how your cock slides easily into sungchan's hole before spending the minutes making out while he adjusts around your girth. sungchan cards his fingers on your hair as he sucks on your tongue. you hold him close, caging his head with your arms while grinding softly, reaching for his prostate. 

“mmmhhh.” he whimpers, wrapping his legs around your waist before tapping you at the back, to which you responded by slowly grinding your cock in his warm insides. sungchan moans and whispers so good as he looks at you blissfully with teary doe eyes. “so good, daddy,” he whimpers as he claws on your back. “do all the work, please,” he gazes with that damn fucked out look. fucking princess. 

sungchan lets out a squeal when you hoist him up, holding him by the globes of his buttocks while you position yourself on your knees and thrust upwards inside his hole. “daddy, oh god!” sungchan instantly grabs onto whatever his hands find nearest: your hair. as you pummel deeper into him, sungchan rakes his fingers on your back and shoulders while gripping your hair tighter. you hiss at the sting, yet feel so turned on by his high-pitched moans. god, how could someone so respectable inside the classroom turn into some cockdrunk whore who'd let you do anything to him? he could barely form a sentence and just curses at how good you drill him using your cock. a full 180 from someone who never stutters in the university setting. 

“happy, princess? you like being held and fucked by your student? have you no shame, mister jung?” you grunt, landing a stinging slap on sungchan's ass. “god, you're so fucking loose for me. i could use you over and over until i get satisfied.” his moans get louder, more shameless as you increase the speed of your thrusts. “fuckfuckfuck, harder, daddy!” he wraps his legs around your hips, his toes curling. 

“you're scandalous, mister jung.” he lets out a loud yelp when you flip him, positioned on all fours. a wrecked sungchan moans obscenely upon feeling his head pressed down in the pillows while you draw circles around his loose rim with your cock. “imagine the rumors if anyone knew,” you purr,  stabbing his prostate with your cock all of a sudden that air gets punched out of his lungs. “teaching assistant mister jung sungchan being fucked by his top student,” you chuckle darkly, gripping his hips while drilling him mercilessly. “imagine they'd find out you like being called princess.” his cock twitches. you pull him towards you by his hair. “how would they react once they find out you're a fucking bottom.” you smirk, spitting on his face and pressing it once again down the pillows before he'd have the chance to sputter nonsense. 

sungchan whimpers and sobs over the pillows. he may be your topology teacher but in the four corners of your apartment, he's mere cocksleeve, a toy for your pleasures as seen by the way he gets slammed down your cock. every violent slam of your cock towards his prostate and the depths of his bulging belly sends sungchan's legs shaking that he'd fall if not for you holding his hips up. 

sungchan rarely gets laid and fucked in the ass since he always gets confused as a top. him? topping? he retches at the thought. sungchan loves being a princess being taken care of, although he doesn't mind being tossed and thrown around like some useless cocksleeve. he's a sucker for cocks through and through and he'll trade anything he has to bottom under someone's mercy. such as last night. and today. 

“fuck, daddy! oh my god!” he squeals, legs buckling as he squirts, wetting your sheets below. the liquid gushes that he moans obnoxiously, gripping onto the pillows as he experiences the first electrifying orgasm of his life. he swears he must've passed out for a second that he's surprised, finding himself lying on his back, his legs pressed his chest. 

“god fucking damn, princess.” you grunt, thrusts being inconsistent. “you made a fucking mess for daddy.” you reach for his hands, which he weakly intertwined with yours. “messy little girl.” you spit on his face, to which he responded by a weak moan. your moans become increasingly louder as you feel the familiar twitch in your cock. 

you lean down, nuzzling his neck. “shit, you feel so good for me, princess. fuckfuckfuck, you're making daddy cum.” all sungchan could do was whimper at the sensitivity as his cock leaks again, threatening another release. 

“fuck, girl, i'm cumming.” you whimper loudly, pressing your face against his sweaty neck as you bury your cock deep inside him. the condom gets flooded and bloated by the hot, thick cum gushing from your cock. you bury yourself deeper inside sungchan's warmth as you empty your balls’ content inside the condom. sungchan's breathing gets labored as he squirts for the second time between your bodies. warm fluids fill up the hot sticky space between your bodies before they spill down the sheets. you both stay still together, cocks pulsating, breaths labored, high from the recent orgasm. 

sungchan makes a sound. shit, he might feel uncomfortable being crushed by your weight. you instinctively pull out before laying on your back beside sungchan. both of you stare at the ceiling in silence for minutes as you recover from the intensity of what just happened. you broke the silence first, pulling the used condom from your cock, hissing at the remaining sensitivity before tying it and tossing it to the trash bin. sungchan whimpers at the emptiness as his hole clenches around nothing. you sit up, muscled back full of scratches in full display for sungchan. but sungchan was rather focused on something else. 

“is this the part where you throw me out?” you look back at sungchan, now sitting up, learning against the headboard. he looks rather sad, right after the sex. the longer you gaze at him, you see his eyes turn sad and his lips to a pout while he fidgets with his fingers over his knees curled towards his chest. he shifts his gaze at you, like you're the lollipop longed for by the kid inside him. 

“well, not when you're sticky and probably hungry and messed up like this.” you gestured at his beautifully messed out form. “not until i have run you a bath and fed you breakfast.” silence. just you and sungchan gazing at each other. part of you wants to hold him close and give him the sweetest kisses while another tells you to think about the student-teacher relationship. you don't plan on listening to the latter. not when sungchan gazes at you more affectionately than he does with the rest of his students. not when your hands heat up and both your eyes meet when you hand him your homework. not when you want to hold him close and feel the heat of his body against yours. 

“unless you want to go.” you stand at the edge of the bed and grab a few wipes before cleaning his body. there goes the butterflies again. the blush in his cheeks. the beating of his heart getting faster whenever your skin touches his. he'll definitely hurt himself suppressing the feelings deeper than attraction. 

sungchan holds you by your arm. “lay down with me, please?” he asks, teary, hopeful eyes meeting yours. his grasp firm, with no intent of letting your hand go. 

you say nothing, gently removing his hand from yours, before laying on the clean side of your large bed. “come here,” you gesture, extending your arms towards him. 

“baby.” 

[brachiochannie]

school has just ended and i'm planning to write during the break! should i take requests?

[brachiochannie]

unfaithful (lee chanyoung x male reader)

wherein anton indulges in pleasures with someone who’s not his girlfriend

sub bottom anton, dom top male reader, smut, college au, fingering, handjobs, implied unprotected sex, cheating (please don’t do this)

1,421 words

anton shrieks… inside his head. although he could not stop the moans spilling out of his mouth. he could not help but tighten his grip on your hair, clamp his eyes shut, and curl his toes as you bob your head up and down his cock and give him the best head of his life. he drowns the thought in his head. he hated—absolutely loathed—to admit, but blowjobs would never feel the same after this. with your expertise in blowjobs—dragging a heavy tongue along his tall shaft, before suckling around the sensitive head and tonguing the leaking slit, and then bobbing all of his throbbing length using your warm, wet mouth, and oh his balls you never neglected—anton curses, “fuck,” with his chest heaving. 

“y/n, y/n, shit,” he whimpers shakily. you shot him a smug look as you lap harder on his tip while jerking off his length slick from your saliva. your other hand cupped his balls and massaged them slowly—you could feel how heavy they felt in your grasp, clearly showing how pent up he was. “h-hyung! fuck!” the corners of your lips tug upwards while your cock throbbed at the sight of anton being such a mess. his hair was unkempt, his head pressed down the pillow as his back arched achingly. his legs, which were spread wide open at the start of the night clamped tightly around your head as he has not felt so sensitive, so good, so pleasured with anyone. not even with his girlfriend.  

you weren’t surprised that anton brought a girlfriend and introduced her to you in your third month of living together in your shared apartment. anton had the looks and obviously the body that would attract a whole crowd. a fucking pretty face and a muscular body that girls and gays would absolutely swoon over. and when he did introduce his girl to you, it did not sit right. no, he should not have a girlfriend or a boyfriend that’s not you. with the way he relies on you and asks for help with almost all tasks, from reaching the bowl in the top of the cupboard to repairing his broken closet. the way he asks you to help in coding all the data for his homework. the way he asks to sleep beside you every night because he fears the dark. the way he asks you to spoon him and hold him tight for him to sleep. the way he would request you to help him get off because apparently, your hands feel better than his, and he’d have the best orgasms of his life. 

how come he's never felt this way with his girlfriend of two years? did he even feel good whenever he has sex with her? how could he even get it up for her, when he only feels achingly hard and wet whenever he is around you? he is by no means gay, or is he? he is certain he felt no attraction or a pulse in his dick when he saw you sweaty and heaving when you lifted a heavyweight at the gym. surely, he never had a boner when he saw you fresh out of the shower with a towel around your waist and toned chest, abs, biceps, pecs, and muscled legs on display. he is completely sure he never felt aroused when he suddenly walked in to you naked while jerking off in your room. but why does he find himself constantly thinking of your huge cock, your pubes, and your heavy balls to the point that he wants to know how it feels inside him? how about the way he gets light-headed whenever he takes a whiff from your used boxers and inhales your scent when he sneaks into your room? the way he’ll always want to stroke your cock whenever you touch yourselves together? how come he does not feel as sexually alive whenever he’s with his girlfriend? poor girlfriend, not even having the chance to see anton get it up for her. and poor anton, for feeling guilty, yet alive, for being this sexually turned on around you… and maybe for you only?

“f-feels so good, hyung,” he sobs, thrusting his hips upwards in search for more friction. his moans become high-pitched and louder as his dick gets more sensitive around your warm mouth. you hum around him as you take his cock full inside your mouth before swirling around the length. your fingers find its way down to his rim, which you rubbed softly. anton whimpers, thighs shaking as he does so, to which you responded by slowly pushing your fingers in. fucking slut for having his ass lubed before having you suck him off. 

“like how it feels, baby?” you pull out of his cock with a small ‘pop’ before stroking his wet length and fucking his tight hole with three fingers. you fingers prod at his swollen prostate, subsequently pulling a sting of whiny curses from his drooling mouth. he grabs on the pillows and arches his back harder, squirming and letting out high-pitched moans as you toy with his cock and hole. 

“you do it so well, hyung,” he whimpers as tears roll down his face. god, has he done a good deed in his past life to be submerged in the feeling of blissful feeling under you? everything feels so good that he could not help himself from thrusting up your palm and roll his hips to feel your fingers deeper inside him. 

“do what, baby?” you ask in a cocky tone, slowing down your strokes at a painfully slow pace that anton cries and whines at the slowing down of the buildup towards his orgasm. “t-this, hyung,” he breathes shakily, mind gone haywire to function normally. smirking at him, you slowly pull your long fingers from his velvety hole and release his twitching cock. he gasps, hiccuping as he clenches around your fingers in desperation. anton whimpers, tears pathetically flowing out of his eyes. fuck, you curse, tent forming in your boxers for having anton so fucked out under you without even penetrating him with your cock. 

“why did you stop,” the younger cries, humping the air for whatever friction he might get. his hole clenches and unclenches around nothing and he’s aching desperately for your touch. yet he does not even dare reach for his weeping cock or his empty hole. he knows that even he himself can’t match the pleasure you give him with your hands alone. he whines rather pathetically in hopes of feeling your hand wrapped around his desperate cock or thrusting inside his poor hole. and fuck, his whimpers didn’t help in containing your cock in your underwear. rather, you feel more blood flow to your leaking cock, begging to be released from your boxers’ confines.   

with your patience wearing thin, you tossed off your boxers and plunged your fingers inside anton’s mouth. immediately, he lathered your digits with his saliva and looks back at you with his teary, doe eyes. he gags around your fingers as you bury it deeper in his throat and moans nastily upon feeling you grind your cock against his. he rubs against you faster, harder, more desperate, moans getting louder and high-pitched as he chases his orgasm. 

“FUCK!” he gags as he pulls away from your fingers. white strings of cum pooled on his torso, some even reaching his face as he cums with a cry. his lidded eyes stare back at you as his pants through his lips covered with so much drool. his pink nipples standing tall over his heaving chest. his spent cock twitching, god how could anton be so beautifully wrecked before you even started jackhammering your cock inside him. 

you collect his cum with your fingers coated by his drool before stroking your cock with it. “you better moan my name tonight, baby,” you whisper, before gently pushing your thick cock past the ring of his hole. “SO BIG!” he squeals at the intrusion. his squeals later turn to blissful moans, whimpers brought by stimulation, and screams of your name and how good you make him feel. both of you were basically lost in your own world—moans erupting from your mouths, bed creaking from you fucking him deeper and faster as per his request and him having the time of his life riding your cock, sheets rustling from the different positions you’ve put him into—that you didn’t hear anton’s phone ringing. 

babe <333: 14 missed calls  

[brachiochannie]

first (lee taeyong)

wherein male reader experiences his first sex with his long-time crush power bottom lee taeyong, sub top male reader, smut, fluffy ending, college au, loss of virginity, kissing, anal sex, unprotected sex, younger reader, reader calls taeyong "hyung" all througout 2,765 words

you didn't know how you ended up pressed against the headboard. whimpering and moaning while sucking on luscious lips that moved lasciviously against yours. dexterous hands that roamed your torso, making you breathe heavily in arousal that your glasses fog. yet, despite the moisture on your spectacles, you clearly see the beautiful, ravishing taeyong staring back at you sensually. he smirks, his stare alone making you feel vulnerable at his mercy, after pulling away from the heated makeout session. 

“for someone inexperienced, you're surprisingly amazing,” he coos, gazing at you with so much desire. you blush, cheeks feeling hotter than it usually does. you're surprised how it is you making out and being heated with taeyong when there were jaehyun and johnny who were undoubtedly good in bed aside from being fatally handsome and sexy. what have you ever done in your past life to have taeyong—the lee fucking taeyong, who had every soul, you included, worshipping the dirt he walks on for his surreal looks and incredible intellect and awesome artistry—give you his number by the end of your physics class followed by a wink and a “call me, handsome”? mark's squealing noises didn't even allow you to think as he screams as if he is the one taeyong gave his number to. 

“god, are you really sure you're a virgin,” taeyong asks while pulling your glasses off and pushing your hair back from your forehead. “with that goddamn face and this fucking body,” he purrs while caressing your broad shoulders and biceps before squeezing your firm pecs. “you’re a greek god, baby,” he whispers while grinding on your erection trapped inside your boxers. all you could croak as a response was a whimper. too flattered to talk and too shy to look at him, you press your face in the crook of his neck while holding him close by his tiny waist before grinding your crotch against his. 

“how eager, baby,” he chuckles, cooing at the way your leaking cock gets increasingly harder that it peeks out of your boxer’s waistband. “desperate for your virginity to be taken?” he teases further before fishing your weeping cock from your underwear. 

fuck. taeyong always knew you were packing under your pants but what he was not expecting was your cock to be as huge as his forearm. he couldn't help but drool at how heavy your cock felt in his touch. he drools at the sight of the veins that run along your shaft and the bulbous glans leaking so much precum. he moans upon seeing your unshaved pubes. god, he'll surely love how they smell. not to mention your balls that felt heavy and full of cum to be pumped inside his tight walls. he smirks, thanking the universe for his luck and congratulating himself for bouncing on it first. 

taeyong keeps his seductive gaze on you as he holds your cock upright before spitting a huge load of saliva on your cock. he breathes slowly, easing his nerves as he grasps your thick member. hell. not even his fingers could meet around the girth of your cock—the biggest cock he is about to take—and gosh he could only imagine how much it could stretch his tight hole. the thought of it alone drew more precum from his sensitive dick; not to mention how his hole clenches and unclenches in excitement, his heartbeat racing as he imagines the positions of you two fucking, his pink nipples being the tautest they’ve ever been. 

“you’ll take care of me, right, hyung?” you breathed, heart racing in excitement for finally being naked together, about to do it with your crush, and, at the same time, anxiety for having zero experience with sex, although you have read and researched a ton about gay sex and pleasure—absorbing as much as you could from articles, forums, threads, and even anatomical diagrams about kissing, foreplay, sex, and even aftercare—ever since taeyong gave his number. 

“i-i’ll be g-good for y-you… p-promise, h-hyungie,” you stutter, internally cursing yourself for not just embarrassing yourself in front of THE lee taeyong but also for possibly the experience before it even started. shit. what would taeyong even think of you? will he end this, this instant? fuck. how will you redeem yoursel—

“baby,” he cooed. taeyong planted a kiss on your forehead, before leaning back, looking at you with adoration. “don’t panic, okay,” he whispers, cupping your flushed face before closing the distance between your lips, “we have all night.” you hold him close before slamming your lips onto his. your lips move heated and hurriedly against his. you couldn’t even recall even a single thing about kissing from all the articles you’ve read; all that took over you was the desire to feel taeyong and kissing his soft lips is just the start.

he moans, smirking in the kiss before cupping your jaw with one hand and stroking your wet cock with the other. taeyong leans closer, swirling his tongue against yours, drawing a whimper from you. he kisses you harder, while playing with your sensitive tip, sending zaps of pleasure throughout your body. you could only moan and whimper and thrust onto taeyong’s hand as you let him take the lead.

you both pull away, gasping for air from the intense kissing. you absorb how unreal taeyong looks in front of you—pleasure masked all over his face, plump lips covered with drool, tattooed, milky skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, his belly… god, that fucking belly that would definitely look amazing when your cock bulges as you penetrate him, that tiny fucking waist you would grab as he would bounce on you or as you would thrust upwards inside his warm hole… god, he looks even prettier than he did when you fucked him in your dirty, wet, dreams. 

“baby,” he heaves, stroking your cock to its fullness, “i wanna feel you now.” he holds himself up, lining himself right on top of the tip of your cock which you held by the base. SHIT. SHIT. FUCK. your ears rang as you let out an internal shriek. your skin buzzes as your mind goes completely haywire. your breath hitches, your mind churning into a puddle of disbelief; you’re finally fucking with lee taeyong and about to have your virginity taken by the goddess you worship and jerk off to almost every night. 

“GOD, Y/N,” he moans, thighs shaking as he sinks halfway down your thick length. “fuck, you  already feel so good halfway inside me, baby,” he gasps as he slowly takes you in, moaning at the delicious stretch your cock does to his pink hole. “shit, you’re the biggest i’ve ever had,” taeyong whimpers, basking himself in the most painful yet most blissful stretch of his hole. 

“y-you feel so t-tight, h-hyung!” you cry out as you guide taeyong down your cock by the wait with one hand while holding your dick upright with the other. “f-feels so wet and hot… you might break my cock, hyung!” you whimper at the crushing tightness as taeyong finally takes all of your cock and moans at how he feels so full with how your cock reaches deep inside him. he lifts himself up a little before slamming down your pelvis. fuck. it feels so good already.

“feels better than your hand, right, baby,” he smiles sensually, clenching and unclenching while circling his hips around your cock to get a feel of it. “o-ohhh,” taeyong whimpers as he finds a sweet angle, “bet my hole feels better than those filthy fleshlights you use when you think of me.”  

“fuck, fuck, hyung,” was all you could mutter, moaning dumbly as taeyong lifts himself up, the tip only left inside him before slamming himself down. “so fucking good,” you cry, eyes tearing up. 

“it gets better, baby,” he whispers before leaning back, planting his palms on the bed, before bouncing down your tall shaft, eliciting a loud moan from you. taeyong moves slowly, bouncing again, only harder this time that his stomach bulges from the intrusion of your cock. “feel your huge cock, baby. feel how deep you are inside of hyung.” he reaches for your hand and presses it on his stomach before bouncing faster. fuck. you feel your cock juts against your palm and prods his stomach just below his rib cage. 

“fuck, you feel so good, baby. no one else has ever made hyung feel this fucking good.” taeyong spreads his legs wider, allowing you to see how obscene your wet, dripping cock slides his tight hole. his untouched, leaking dick flaps poorly as he bounces harder and faster. taeyong’s insides are warm, rubbing deliciously against your cock. his hole tightly clamps around you, making your cock leak even more, this is evident in your cock being wetter and wetter as he rides you blissfully. 

while you whimper and moan at how good everything feels, he curses and pants as he rides you, bouncing harder and faster and switching angles once in a while that feels overwhelmingly heavenly. taeyong bounces harder, lifting himself slowly, then quickly slamming himself down your hips to which your toes curl and back arch from pleasure. 

“FUCK!” you both curse, taeyong fisting the sheets to keep him grounded from the immense pleasure from that bounce whereas you grab on the headboard and curl your toes. 

“H-HYUNG, DO THAT AGAIN!” you squeak, cock throbbing and twitching inside his warm heat.

“love it, my boy?” he smirks proudly, lifting himself once again, this time slower—dragging his hole upwards, feeling every throbbing vein on your girthy shaft tickling his insides in the right places, then, clenching and unclenching around you upon reaching your sensitive tip, gazing at you seductively while you stare back with a look of pleasure and submissiveness on your face, before dropping himself down your base. fuckfuckfuck.

you moan gutturally, chest heaving as your cock bulges deeper inside taeyong, the outline of your cock inside him being more prominent. 

“fuck, hyung, it feels so damn good!” 

“baby, your cock fills me up so good!”

“god, more, please!” 

“thrust inside me, baby.”

“fuck, hyung, you’re clamping my cock so good!” 

“just like that, baby… f-fuck, you’re so fucking good for me.”

“i wanna stay like this forever!”

god, taeyong foresees his neighbors hating him and filing a noise complaint from how loud you are, on top of the filthy squelching sounds of his wet hole sliding down your equally wet cock. you thrust upwards onto taeyong just as he instructed and god, have you regretted not doing this earlier. his waist fits perfectly in your touch, nails digging in his skin as you thrust upward, hitting the spots inside him that made him squeal shamelessly. 

“fuck, baby, you’re doing so well,” he pants. “make hyung feel so good with your fat cock,” he moans, fisting your hair as you thrust deeper and harder inside him. 

“hyung… fuck, i wanna make you feel so good, hyung…”

“shit! i love fucking your warm hole so much!”

“fuck, hyung! do you feel good as i do?”

“fuck, you’re so tight!”

you whimper loudly, no longer caring how pitchy or whiny you sound. the pleasure of having sex with taeyong drowned out everything else, that you don’t notice your current position of taeyong underneath you. taeyong lets out a shameless moan, eyes closed and backed arched in pleasure, as he raking his nails on your shoulders and back and tightly locks his legs around your waist. 

“hyung,” you whimper, slowing down as you lean down and peck him on the lips. “it feels so, so good,” you hold him close, kissing and licking his neck and taking in his sweet scent—god, even his sweat smells and tastes so good. “i wanna keep fucking you,” you lace your fingers together while pounding into him hard and deep.

“you’re so good for me, my boy,” he cups your face. “i love this so much,” he clenched tightly, to which you moan in bliss. “make me cum, baby.”

nodding in obedience, you kiss taeyong messily as you resume pummeling your cock inside his warm walls. tongues moving against each other and drool coating your lips and chin, you both swallow each other’s filthy moans and whimpers. taeyong’s prostate gets more and more stimulated, making him clamp tighter and tighter around your pulsating cock. your climax gets closer that each thrust becomes weaker and inconsistent. you tremble as you thrust into taeyong, who locks his legs tighter around your waist, getting more insane as your release dangerously closer. 

“mmmmhhh!” taeyong squeals as he pulls away from the kiss. “i’m cumming!” he curses, body trembling as he shoots his cum all over his stomach. taeyong cries, shooting more cum that even reached his face. 

“f-fuck, h-hyung,” you stutter, moans getting whinier and thrusts getting shakier as you chase your peak.

“in me, my boy.” taeyong pants. “fill me up with all of your cum.”

you grip taeyong’s waist tighter than before and hit his prostate repeatedly before finally shoving your cock deep inside and pump all of your load in his tight, warm walls. you tremble, body almost giving out from the intense orgasm. 

“hyung,” you sob, sniffling and whimpering as you grind inside him, pushing your cum deeper as your cock throbs from the orgasm. 

“so good, baby,” he kisses your forehead, “so good for hyung.” taeyong wraps his limbs around your body and kisses you softly, slowly as you recover from your high. you both pull away after a while, remaining at the same position after the intense fucking. taeyong hums, smiling satisfyingly after months of not sleeping around and having the best cock that gave him the best orgasm of his life. a blush crept up your cheeks as you nuzzle taeyong’s neck. you having your first sex with your crush? the universe must be so generous at the moment. god, you might already have the best entry for your journal. 

once your mind gets clear, you reposition yourself—leaning against taeyong’s headboard as he sits on top of you with your cock still inside him. smiling, you both lean in for another lazy kiss. you hold him by the waist as he cups your jaw and sucks your bottom lip before dancing his tongue with yours. you pull him closer, erasing the distance between you as you roam your hands all over his shoulders, back, waist, ass… all of his body to feel the goddess you surrendered your virginity to. 

after what felt like a heavenly infinity of kissing, you pull away, smiling sweetly before nuzzling taeyong’s neck. “this means a lot to me, hyung,” you whisper as you kiss his neck. “i’ve been crushing on you since i was a freshman.”

“really?” he hums, rubbing your hair as he hugs you. 

“yes, hyung. for so long. you’re incredibly talented and smart that you’re always on top of your class. you sing and dance so well that everybody loves watching you perform. not to mention how pretty you look, sunbae. everyone would kill for those looks of yours, sunbae. i could go on and on, honestly,” you blabber. 

“but what i truly love about you is when you told everyone to listen to my ideas in that history class. you believed me when everyone else did not,” you rasped. “i do not know if you even remember, but i would never forget that moment, hyung.” you kiss his cheek. 

taeyong blushes, “i am honored to hear this from you.” he pats your back, “i’ve always looked up to you because you’re just so good at everything you do.” taeyong kisses your forehead. “but i really love it whenever i see you take care of the campus cats. nobody does that, and seeing you do it makes me warm.” 

he pulls away from the embrace and holds your hands. “i do not usually do this to anyone, especially to younger guys, but…”

your heart stops. but what? is it even what you're thinking of? your heart pounds harder and louder.

“would you want to go out with me on a date?” he asks, hopeful eyes staring into yours. 

did he really say it? did you hear wrong? no way you’re hearing this right now. 

“w-why, yes, hyung! i want to! i am honored to!” you beam enthusiastically before kissing his hands repeatedly. 

giggling, he pulls you in for a hug, kissing your forehead once in a while, “i would be happy to know you more, y/n.” he pulls away, kissing your forehead, “my baby.” 

[brachiochannie]

about me

call me cael! i'm 20 y/o, pronouns are he/him, and i am from sea. if i am not writing fics, i am mostly writing papers for college or cuddling with my cats.

i love LADY GAGA, snsd (taeyeon, hyoyeon), shinee (key, taemin), f(x) (luna), exo (chen, kai), red velvet (wendy), nct (taeyong, xiaojun, jeno), tbz (juyeon, eric), aespa (giselle, ningning), rii7e (sungchan, seunghan, wonbin, anton)

i created this blog to revive my old hobby of writing. i hope you also find this space as an escape from this very cruel thing called life. hence, i want this space to be free of judgement and bullying. everyone (except bullies, zionists, racists, minors, extremists, pedophiles, sexists, homphobes, transphobes, etc.) is allowed to freely and peacefully interact in this space.

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rules

i write for male kpop idols (who i am comfortable with) x male readers

smut, fluff angst (expect less of the last two genres since this is an nsfw blog more than it is sfw)

this blog could contain sensitive themes (blasphemy, pseudo-incest, cheating, etc.) although i will never write extremely dangerous ones (rape, pedophilia, mental illnesses, sexual abuse, etc.)

english is not my first language and i hope you understand

my rules will be updated if needed

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masterlist

nct

taeyong - first jaemin - wrecked yangyang - suck that d till he cum

riize

sungchan - princess anton - unfaithful wonbin - all night

shinee

taemin (coming soon)

exo

kai (coming soon)

misc.

eric - lip gloss