Zakhael's

[evanshyangel]

Hi.. can I req more heeseung audio like not on talking.. hehe

21+ nsfw audio - MDNI.

dom heeseung x sub listener giving him a blowjob

[hurlingdown]

thinking about that one hungry, sloppy cock-eating slut that just can’t get enough of you.

mouth wide open. tongue stuck out. cock fully devoured. knees spread apart. eyes rolled back. he’s letting out choked little whines as his fingers pump and curl relentlessly in his own tight hole, evidently greedy for something else. 

he’s slurring unintelligibly, hips rocking back and forth at an awkward angle as if seeking friction from your leg. anything to have your touch on him, even if it means reducing himself to an animal in heat. you tighten the grip you have on the back of his neck and he whimpers, ceasing his movements immediately. a simple warning to behave. one he understands. 

he hasn’t done anything to deserve this. he knows this, because you’re smiling at him in a way that shows you’re having fun—not the sadistic, angry smile he sometimes catches glimpses of when you have him bent over your lap, delivering blow after blow onto the tender, bruised flesh of his backside until he’s shrieking and weeping, repenting to you. 

sometimes, it isn’t simple pain or pleasure that you enjoy. no. you’d rather have his desperation. 

one gentle push on the back of his head is enough to fully guide him down the thick, spit-soaked length of your cock until he feels it pushing at the back of his throat, and then extending past it… and he takes that moment to plunge three of his fingers deep into his all-too-empty hole, imagining you filling him in their stead. the second your fingers tighten impossibly in his hair and lava-like warmth begins to spurt down his throat, he’s shuddering and cumming all over the floor, never far behind. 

he knows what he looks like. knows that you’re enjoying it, if the deep, rewarding groan that makes his entire being vibrate has anything to say about it. and the moment he parts his lips to exhale, thinking that all of this is finally over and that you’ll give him what he wants—you’re feeding the wet, cum-sticky tip of your cock into his mouth again, making him swallow it with a protesting cry. 

[strawberrywonnie]

Jungwon audio

Author note~ this idea is from a request that I accidentally deleted 😔 so anon if you're still out there this is what I made for you! 🩷 This is also my first audio so like... Yeah

Warnings~ heavy moaning, very quiet wet sounds in the background, I can't think of anything else tbh

Love you anon! 💕💗

[reavercore]

Kim Sunoo Audio

Minors DNI!

Jerking your boyfriend off after this live.

[nonyobuis33]

Jake Audio

Wear Headphones!! Minors DNI!!!

Jake got home after a long day, what better to do than 🅴🅳🅶🅴 himself to the thought of you?

[mochii-kiss]

Loss

Alpha Toji x omega male reader

Author: I did in fact kiss this brick before I threw it. Please let me know what you guys think!

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The calloused fingers tracing the edge of the ceramic mug were too large for the delicate thing, though Toji handled it with surprising care. Steam curled lazily from the chamomile tea inside—too sweet, but he’d added the extra honey anyway, just how he liked it. The kitchen was quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator, the dim overhead stovelight casting small shadows across his knuckles where they gripped the cup.

Down the hall, the bedroom door was cracked open. He could see the edge of the comforter tangled halfway off the mattress, the way it always was when sleep turned restless. He didn’t need to step closer to know the sheets would smell like salt and exhaustion, the pillowcase damp in patches. His throat tightened, but he forced his feet forward, the mug radiating warmth against his palm.

"You’re supposed to be asleep," Toji murmured, nudging the door wider with his hip. The figure curled on the bed didn’t stir, but the hunch of his shoulders said enough.

The tea found its place on the nightstand, condensation already beading on the ceramic. Toji sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. He reached out without thinking, fingers brushing against the back of his neck—cold and sweaty, despite the blanket pulled up to his chin.

Toji’s fingers lingered against the chilled skin of his omega’s neck, the contrast between his rough touch and the fragility beneath it sharper than ever. The scent of chamomile mixed with something sour—suppressed grief, maybe, or the remnants of tears wiped away too quickly. He exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, before sliding his hand down to rest between his husband’s shoulder blades. The ridge of spine beneath his palm felt too pronounced, as if the weight of the last few days had carved him hollow.

"Tea’s gonna get cold," Toji said, voice lower than he intended. The words weren’t about the tea, and they both knew it.

A shaky inhale. Then, muffled against the pillow: "I don’t want it."

Toji’s jaw worked. He could’ve pushed—could’ve nudged the mug closer, reminded him that he had barely eaten since Friday–which was two days ago, that the hollows under his eyes were dark enough to bruise. Instead, he let his hand press a little firmer against his back, grounding. "Then don’t drink it," he conceded. "But you’re gonna sit up for me."

The mattress shifted as Toji leaned forward, his free hand sliding beneath his omega's shoulders to ease him upright. The movement was slow, deliberate—the way he'd handle a spooked animal, all measured pressure and no sudden motions. His husband's body resisted at first, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but eventually he relented, allowing himself to be guided up against the headboard. His face stayed turned away, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tight even as his fingers twisted weakly in the sheets.

Toji didn't comment on the damp streaks glistening on his cheeks. Instead, he reached for the mug again, pressing it gently into his omega's hands. The warmth seeped into his pale fingers immediately, his grip so loose Toji had to curl his own larger hands around them for a moment, just to make sure he wouldn't drop it. "There," he murmured, thumbs brushing over his knuckles. "Just hold it for now. Don't gotta drink."

A shuddering breath escaped his omega's lips, his shoulders curling inward as if the weight of the mug alone might crush him. The scent of honeyed chamomile wafted between them, undercut by something sharper—grief, thick enough to taste. Toji stayed close, his knee pressing into the mattress beside his hip, close enough that their body heat mingled in the scant space between them.

"Should've been stronger," his omega whispered finally, voice cracked at the edges. His fingers trembled around the ceramic. "I—I could've—"

Toji’s fingers tightened around his omega’s before he could stop himself—not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make the words stutter to a halt. The tea sloshed dangerously close to the rim of the mug, but neither of them moved to steady it. "Don’t," Toji growled, the sound rough but low. "Don’t fucking say that."

His omega flinched, but Toji didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted closer, his free hand cupping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to rest against his own. The scent of salt and chamomile filled the space between them. "You think I give a single shit about ‘strong’?" Toji muttered, breath hot against his lips. "You’re here. That’s all that matters."

A broken noise escaped his omega’s throat, something between a sob and a laugh. "But—"

"No." Toji’s thumb brushed the hollow under his eye, smearing the dampness there. "Listen to me. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you." The words came out sharper than he intended, but he needed them to stick, needed them to carve through the guilt festering in his husband’s chest. "You didn’t fail. You hear me? You didn’t."

Toji’s words hung heavy in the air, but they didn’t land—not really. His omega’s breath hitched, then fractured entirely, a wet, ragged sound tearing from his throat as his shoulders crumpled forward. The mug slipped from his grasp, tea splashing across the duvet, but Toji caught it before it could shatter against the floor, tossing it carelessly onto the nightstand. His hands were back on his husband in an instant, gripping his wrists as his omega’s fingers clawed at his own chest, like he could dig out the grief festering there.

"I felt it," his omega choked out, voice shredded. "I felt when—when it stopped." The last word cracked like a whip, and then he was sobbing, really sobbing, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Toji hauled him forward, crushing him against his chest as his omega’s fists pounded weakly against his ribs—once, twice—before going limp, fingers twisting desperately in Toji’s shirt. "I hate this," he gasped, the words muffled against Toji’s collarbone. "I hate that I couldn’t—fuck—"

Toji’s arms tightened around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as his husband’s cries turned raw, guttural. He didn’t try to shush him. Didn’t tell him it would be okay. He just held him, let him scream into his shoulder, let him shake apart in his arms, his own jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. The anger was there, simmering under his skin—not at him, never at him—but at the fucking universe for carving this pain into someone who deserved it least.

His omega’s nails dug into his back, sharp even through the fabric. "It’s not fair," he spat, the words ragged with fury. "We wanted them. We—god—we picked out names." The last syllable broke into a wail, and Toji’s grip on him turned bruising, his nose buried in his hair as his own vision blurred. He hadn’t cried. Not yet. But feeling him like this—the way his body heaved with every sob, the way his scent had gone sour with anguish—it was fucking breaking him.

"Let it out," Toji growled against his temple, his voice rough. "Fucking let it out." He didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Didn’t care if the whole goddamn world heard. His husband had been swallowing this grief for days, choking on it, and Toji would be damned if he didn’t let him scream it into the open air.

His omega went rigid for a moment, as if fighting the urge to collapse entirely.

Then he broke.

Completely shattered.

A sound tore from his throat—something primal, something wounded—and Toji felt it in his own ribs, a phantom ache. His husband clawed at his shoulders, his hips, anywhere he could reach, like he was trying to anchor himself. "Why us?" he gasped, forehead pressed hard against Toji’s sternum. "Why—why our baby?" The question was a blade, and Toji had no answer to give. Only the steady press of his palms against his back, the unyielding heat of his body.

The anger burned hotter then, sudden and vicious. His omega reared back, eyes wild, teeth bared. "I should’ve known," he snarled, fingers twisting in Toji’s shirt. "I should’ve—felt it sooner, done something—!" His voice cracked, and then his fists were slamming into Toji’s chest—once, twice—weak punches that barely registered before he collapsed forward again, his breath coming in sharp, wet hitches.

Toji caught his wrists, not to stop him, but to hold him together. "You couldn’t," he said, low and firm. "You hear me? You couldn’t." His omega whimpered, a broken sound, and Toji hauled him closer, tucking him under his chin. "This wasn’t your fault," he repeated, lips moving against his hair. "It wasn’t. It wasn’t."

His husband shuddered, then went still—too still. For a heartbeat, Toji thought he’d finally exhausted himself. Then, with a ragged inhale, his omega whispered, "But what if it was?" The words were so quiet, so small, that Toji barely caught them. His grip tightened instinctively. "What if—what if I did something wrong? What if I—"

"Stop." Toji’s voice was sharp, but his hands were gentle, framing his husband’s face. "Look at me." When he didn’t, Toji ducked his head, forcing their eyes to meet. His omega’s lashes were clumped with tears, his cheeks flushed and damp. "You didn’t," he said, each word deliberate. "You loved them. You wanted them. That’s all that fucking matters."

His omega stared at him, lips trembling. Then, with a ragged sob, he buried his face in Toji’s neck again, his body wracked with silent cries. Toji held him, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other splayed across his spine, as if he could press the shattered pieces of him back together through sheer will alone.

Minutes passed—or maybe hours. The room grew dimmer, the shadows stretching longer across the floor. Eventually, the sobs quieted to hiccups, then to uneven breaths. Toji didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his hold. Not until his omega shifted, his fingers uncurling from Toji’s shirt to press weakly against his chest.

"M’ sorry," he mumbled, voice hoarse. "I—I didn’t mean to—"

"Don’t." Toji’s hand slid down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the redness of his cheek. "Don’t apologize. Not for this."

His omega swallowed hard, then nodded, his gaze dropping to where his fingers now rested limp on Toji’s chest. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore—just heavy, like a shared weight.

Toji exhaled slowly, then reached for the discarded mug on the nightstand. The tea had gone cold, but he drained it in one gulp anyway, the bitterness of oversteeped chamomile coating his tongue. "We should eat," he said, setting the mug down with a clink.

His husband shook his head, pressing closer to Toji’s side as if he could disappear into him. "Not hungry."

"You will be." Toji pressed a kiss to his temple, then shifted to stand—only for his omega’s fingers to tighten in his shirt with surprising strength.

"Stay," he whispered, voice cracking. "Just—just a little longer."

Toji hesitated, then sank back onto the mattress, pulling his husband into his lap. He didn’t speak—didn’t trust himself to say the right thing—but his arms wrapped around him all the same, solid and unyielding. His omega melted into the embrace, his forehead resting against Toji’s shoulder, his breath warm against his collarbone.

The silence stretched, thick with unsaid words. Then, a shuddering inhale. "I keep thinking—" His omega’s voice was raw, barely audible. "What if I dream about them? What if I see them and—and it hurts?" His fingers twisted in Toji’s shirt again, knuckles white. "I don’t want to forget, but I don’t want to remember either."

Toji’s throat tightened. He hadn’t considered that—the way grief could twist even sleep into a battlefield. His hand slid up his omega’s spine, fingers threading through his hair. "Then you wake me up," he said, voice rough. "Every time. You wake me up, and I’ll be here."

His omega made a sound—half a sob, half a laugh—and pressed closer, his nails digging into Toji’s back. "You can’t fix this," he murmured, the words muffled against his skin.

"I know." Toji’s grip tightened. "But I can be here."

“I’ll always be here.”

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Authors note: Well I’m back on a small steady track of posting stories. I hope to keep it going but generally we’ll see. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed, please leave any tips, comments, or suggestions down below.

[nonyobuis33]

Heeseung Audio

Wear Headphones!! Minors DNI!!!

You 🆁🅸🅳🅸🅽🅶 Heeseung after a long day. How could he not make these sounds when you dominating him feels so good?

Sub, Heeseung! Dom, You!

[princessseeun]

Study Break

pairings: nerd!hanbin x bottom!male reader

continuation of: Hand in Hand

genre: smut (finally folks 😍)

t.w. : reader's first time ig 😗

a.n : first smut fic LMAOO (also my banner isnt loading cuz my internet sucks ) #author is addicted to nerd hanbin

Hanbin adjusted his glasses nervously, standing at the threshold of your dorm room with a textbook hugged tightly to his chest. His oversized sweater clung to him like armor, but you could still see the lean muscles underneath.

"You sure I’m not bothering you?" he asked, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

You smirked, stepping aside. "Hanbin, you texted me 'Can I come over?' at midnight. I figured it wasn’t just about chemistry."

He flushed, ears turning pink as he walked in. "I, uh… I really did mean the chemistry exam, but… maybe I was hoping for something else too."

You locked the door behind him, your voice dropping as you stepped closer. "Yeah? What kind of 'something else'?"

His breath hitched when you pressed your chest against his, backing him toward your bed. His textbook dropped with a soft thud, forgotten.

"I—m/n..." His voice trembled, but his hands found your waist, gripping you like he’d been holding back for weeks. "You’re distracting. All the time. You wear those shorts when you know I’m looking..."

"And you always look," you whispered, tugging at his sweater, revealing a sliver of pale skin. "I see the way your glasses fog up when I stretch in front of you."

A low groan slipped from him, his nerdy façade starting to crack. He kissed you, clumsy at first—eager, hungry. Your lips crashed, and soon he was on top of you, the mattress dipping beneath your bodies.

He shed his sweater and glasses with surprising confidence now, his mouth trailing down your neck. “I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you, for so long.”

“Then take me, Hanbin.”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

Hanbin’s lips devoured yours like he’d been starving for them, hands gripping your hips with a need he never showed in public. You moaned into his mouth, pulling at his sweater until he yanked it over his head, revealing a toned chest you'd only caught glimpses of when he changed for gym.

“You always looked so sweet in your glasses,” you murmured, thumbing at his flushed cheek. “Didn’t know the nerd wanted to fuck me this bad.”

He let out a shaky breath, pupils blown wide. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you—on your knees, spread open, begging…”

That confession made your cock twitch, and Hanbin felt it through your thin shorts. A low groan escaped his throat as he palmed you, his touch rougher now, possessive.

“Fuck—Hanbin,” you gasped, arching into his hand.

He tugged your shorts down, exposing your hard length. His eyes drank you in, mouth slightly open, as if this moment was some dream he’d written in the margins of his notes.

“Lie back,” he said, voice low and firm. You obeyed.

You watched him fumble for your lube in the drawer you’d definitely left open on purpose, and when he found it, his hands were steadier than you expected. He slid two slick fingers between your thighs, teasing you slowly—circling, pressing, but not entering yet.

“You ever done this before?” he asked softly, but there was heat behind it.

“With someone like you? No. Nerds don’t usually make me this desperate.”

He smiled—mischievous and dark—before pushing a finger inside you. “Then let me ruin you properly.”

You moaned at the intrusion, hips lifting slightly as he worked you open with care and growing confidence. His free hand stroked your cock slowly, his thumb brushing over the tip in lazy circles.

“Shit—you’re so tight already,” he whispered, adding a second finger. “Can’t wait to feel you around me.”

“Then stop teasing and fuck me,” you groaned.

Hanbin didn’t need more convincing. He rolled a condom on and lined himself up, pressing his thick cock against your hole, letting you feel the stretch inch by inch as he slid in. You both moaned in unison—his low and shaky, yours choked and desperate.

“Holy—fuck, you’re big,” you gasped, clinging to his arms.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “I’ll go slow… at first.”

He started to move, hips rolling in deep, controlled thrusts that hit all the right spots. Each one made your back arch off the bed, moans spilling freely from your mouth as he built a rhythm—slow, then faster, harder, rougher.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as he rutted into you, his nerdy, shy exterior now replaced by someone completely in control.

“Look at you,” he groaned, thrusting hard. “So cockdrunk already… thought you’d be the one corrupting me.”

“I am,” you gasped. “Corrupting the cute nerd was always the goal.”

Hanbin smirked and slammed into you harder, forcing a cry from your throat. “Then you succeeded, baby.”

He kissed you again—hungry, messy—his thrusts never losing rhythm as you writhed under him. His hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you in time with his strokes.

You were close. So fucking close.

“H-Hanbin—I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Let me see you fall apart.”

That was all it took. You came hard, spilling over his fist with a cry, body trembling under him. A few more thrusts and he followed with a groan, burying himself deep as he came with you.

Silence fell between your panting bodies.

Then Hanbin leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your chest, still inside you.

“Guess we didn’t really study much, huh?”

You chuckled, breathless. “Depends. I just got a very thorough anatomy lesson.”

[princessseeun]

"This Night, You're Mine"

pairings: idol!jiwoong x bottom!mreader

genre: smut

t.w. : one night stand😝😝

a.n. : pls req im bored.

The hotel bar wasn’t particularly crowded, but it was noisy enough to feel anonymous. You had just settled into a corner seat, nursing your drink, when he walked in.

Kim Jiwoong.

You recognized him immediately. How could you not? He was him—the visual, the heartthrob, the impossible idol that everyone wanted but no one could touch. You froze, unsure if you should stare, look away, or pretend you hadn’t noticed. Your pulse fluttered painfully in your throat.

You’d only seen him on screens. Now he was here, breathing the same air, his fitted black shirt clinging just right to his frame, hair slightly tousled like he’d just come from somewhere important.

And then—he looked at you.

Not just in passing. Not just a glance.

His eyes lingered. Assessed. Soft, dark, curious. And then, he smiled.

You didn’t know how it happened so fast. The next thing you knew, he was sitting beside you, his cologne subtle but intoxicating.

“You alone?” His voice was lower, smoother than you expected, with a teasing edge.

Your throat went dry. “Y-Yeah.”

“You know who I am, right?” He didn’t sound arrogant. Just careful.

You nodded. “I do.”

“Still staying?”

The question was loaded. You understood what he was offering. One night. Nothing more. Something he shouldn’t give, something you shouldn’t accept.

But you said yes anyway.

His hotel room was luxurious, but you didn’t have time to admire it. The moment the door clicked shut, Jiwoong caged you against it, one palm braced near your head, the other lightly gripping your chin to tilt your face up to his.

“You sure about this?” His thumb brushed your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. “One night,” you whispered, almost to remind yourself.

He smiled softly. “Then let me make you feel good.”

His lips met yours in a slow, devastating kiss. Not rushed, not greedy—but firm, deep, all-consuming. Like he wanted to memorize you. His tongue swept into your mouth, teasing until you were dizzy, clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you upright.

His hands mapped your body carefully, unbuttoning your shirt one slow snap at a time. He took his time, lips dragging over the fresh skin he exposed, kissing down your neck, biting softly at your collarbone.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your skin.

“I’ve… I’ve never done this with someone like you.”

His breath caught for a second, his hand pausing at your waist. “Someone like me?”

“Someone I can’t have,” you admitted, voice small.

His gaze softened, his thumb stroking slow circles at your hip. “You can have me tonight.”

It was unfair, the way he made it sound like a promise.

He stripped you down like you were something precious, every kiss and every touch deliberate. Jiwoong wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to feel you. To watch your chest rise and fall, to see your pupils dilate as he palmed you through your boxers, coaxing soft gasps from you with every stroke.

“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach. “So responsive to me.”

You whined when his fingers teased your entrance, circling but not pushing in just yet. He watched you carefully, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

“Okay?” “Please,” you breathed, legs already trembling.

His pace was slow, patient. One finger, then two, carefully stretching you open as he murmured praise between soft kisses.

“You’re doing so well.” “You feel so good around me already.” “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

You nearly sobbed when he finally pushed inside—thick, hot, filling you inch by inch until you were full of him, forehead pressed to his shoulder as your body adjusted.

“Shh, I know,” he cooed, brushing your hair back. “You’re taking me so well.”

Jiwoong set a rhythm that was deep and steady, his hips rolling with slow precision, each thrust hitting just right, dragging moans from your throat that you couldn’t hold back. He kissed you through all of it, swallowing your sounds, whispering your name like it was something he wanted to remember forever.

“This night, you’re mine,” he said, voice low and shaky against your ear. “Only mine.”

You clung to him like your life depended on it, gasping as the pleasure built unbearably tight in your core.

“Jiwoong—ah—I’m—”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go. Cum for me.”

You shattered around him, crying out his name as you came, body trembling violently as he kept thrusting through your high. Jiwoong followed soon after, groaning lowly as he filled you, holding you close like he never wanted to let you go.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-damp skin, stroking your back until your breathing steadied.

“Just for tonight, huh?” he murmured, brushing his nose against your temple.

“Yeah,” you whispered, even though you already knew you’d remember this forever.

Jiwoong’s arms tightened around you. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

His lips found yours again—slower this time, tender. Like maybe, just maybe, he wished it didn’t have to end with the sunrise.

[princessseeun]

Jellyous !

🎵Jellyous - ILLIT🎵

pairings: gyuvin x m!reader

genre: fluff

a.n. : inlove with bomb rn #illit

It was always Gyuvin.

Every morning, he’d plop down beside you with that big, carefree grin. Always the first to greet you. Always dragging you to lunch. Always finding excuses to walk you home, even if his house was in the opposite direction. It had always been Gyuvin—until the rumors started.

“Hey, did you hear? M/n and Jaehyun look good together.”

“They’re always hanging out for club meetings, right? Something’s going on~”

It started small—harmless teases from classmates. But suddenly, your name and Myung Jaehyun’s were always linked, always whispered together in the halls.

You brushed it off. Gyuvin didn’t.

“You’ve been with him a lot lately,” Gyuvin’s tone was light, but the quick clench of his jaw betrayed him.

“It’s for the school event. You know that.”

“Oh, I know. Everyone knows,” he muttered, eyes flicking away. “Just didn’t think you’d… get shipped with him.”

You laughed. “What, you jealous or something?”

Gyuvin’s smirk faltered. “Nah. Why would I be?”

But you noticed the shift. How he suddenly showed up to your club meetings, pretending to “pass by.” How he slung his arm over your shoulder a little too tightly when Jaehyun was around. How his jokes came out a little too sharp, his usual sunshine energy turning cloudy whenever the topic of Jaehyun came up.

One day, you caught him staring at you across the classroom—his eyes narrowed, teeth worrying his lower lip.

You waved at him. He looked away.

It wasn’t like him.

And it bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

The tension finally snapped after school.

You were walking alone when Gyuvin appeared from behind, grabbing your wrist.

“Hey,” he called out, voice lower than usual. “Can we… talk?”

You turned, confused by the serious look on his face. “Yeah? What’s up?”

He let out a breath, gaze flickering to the ground. “About you and Jaehyun.”

You blinked. “What about us?”

“That’s the thing. Why does it sound like there’s an us between you and him?”

You frowned. “It’s just a school project, Gyuvin. People are just teasing.”

His hand tightened around your wrist. “But you—you don’t say anything. You don’t deny it. You just laugh it off like it’s nothing.”

“Because it is nothing.”

“Is it really?” he asked, stepping closer. His usual playful barrier had completely crumbled, leaving him raw, vulnerable. “Do you like him?”

Your heart skipped.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I—” His voice cracked. He shook his head and tried again, this time softer, like the words would collapse if he said them too loud.

“Because I like you, okay? I’ve liked you for so long. And seeing you with him—seeing everyone talk like you’re his—” He breathed out shakily. “It drives me crazy.”

You stared at him, warmth blooming in your chest.

“You idiot,” you whispered, smiling despite your racing heart. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

His ears turned pink, his grip loosening. “I thought… maybe you didn’t feel the same.”

“Of course I do.” You stepped closer, until your foreheads almost touched. “Why do you think I only let you walk me home?”

Gyuvin’s breath hitched. “Wait… seriously? You like me?”

You laughed, bumping your head lightly against his. “Seriously.”

The grin you loved finally returned, wide and dazzling. “Then… can I kiss you?”

“You better.”

When his lips met yours, it was soft, a little clumsy, but so perfectly you and him.

And just like that, the rumors didn’t matter anymore. Because everyone would know now—it was always Gyuvin.

[princessseeun]

"Only You Get This Side Of Me"

pairings: zhang hao x bttm!mreader

genre:smut

t.w. : idol au, grinding

a.n. : anon requested!

Zhang Hao has you straddling his lap in the dim hotel room, your legs spread across his thighs as the city lights spill in through the window behind him. His grip on your hips is firm, grounding—controlling just how much friction you can give him as you rock against the hard line of his cock beneath your thin sleep shorts.

“You’re such a tease,” he murmurs, breath warm against your throat. His lips brush lightly, but his voice is anything but soft now. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

Your hands tremble against his shoulders, fingers curling into his hoodie as your hips grind slower. “I think you like it,” you whisper.

He chuckles—a low, almost dark sound—and suddenly grips your ass, dragging you down hard so your cock rubs flush against his. “I love it,” he growls, “but you’ve been asking for this all night.”

You gasp as he flips you, your back hitting the mattress in a blur. He pulls your shirt up halfway, then just tears it off, lips finally latching onto your chest, your nipple caught between his teeth.

“Hao—ah, fuck—”

His hand slides beneath your waistband, fingers stroking lazily along your length while his mouth trails lower. He keeps eye contact as he pulls your shorts off completely, thumb grazing the slit of your cock just to watch your face twitch. “So pretty like this,” he whispers, stroking you with practiced ease. “All mine, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah. Fuck, only yours—please—”

He hums, pleased, and presses a kiss just above your pubic bone. “I’m going to take my time tonight.”

You barely get a chance to breathe before he’s pushing two slick soaked fingers into you, stretching you open slow while his free hand wraps around your cock, matching the rhythm. The soft squelch of lube, the slide of his skin against yours, and the way his fingers curl just right—it’s all too much, too teasing.

“You’re clenching so tight already,” he murmurs. “Should I let you cum like this first? Or do you want me inside now?”

“H-Hao, please—need you in me,” you choke out, legs twitching.

His eyes darken. “Beg nicer, prince.”

You whine, arching up. “Please, Hao. Please, just fuck me—I want you so bad.”

And that does it. He grabs your knees, pins them back, and thrusts into you in one deep, perfect slide that knocks all the breath out of your lungs.

The first few thrusts are slow—agonizingly controlled—but when you start moaning without restraint, Zhang Hao loses the act. He grips your hips hard and pounds into you, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. You can see your reflection in the mirror on the wall—your eyes rolling back, your mouth open, the way Hao's brows furrow as he watches you break under him.

“You look ruined,” he pants. “And we’re just getting started.”

Your cock pulses untouched between your bodies, and you cry out when he leans down, kissing your lips hard while he fucks you even deeper, tip grinding against your prostate again and again.

You clench around him and feel his rhythm stutter.

“Cum with me,” he gasps. “Wanna feel you—fuck—want it all.”

Your orgasm hits like lightning—back arching, thighs shaking, spilling between your stomachs as Hao buries himself to the hilt and groans into your neck, hot release spilling inside you.

For a moment, all you hear is your heartbeat and his breath in your ear. Then he kisses your temple, still catching his breath, whispering:

“Only you get this side of me.”

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it was almost midnight when you heard the knock.

at first, you thought you imagined it — the soft rap on the door barely cutting through the low hum of your playlist and the quiet buzz of thoughts spinning aimlessly in your head. but then it came again, just a little firmer.

you pulled the door open, half-distracted, not expecting anything — and then everything else fell away.

gyuvin was standing there. cheeks flushed from the night air, hoodie sleeves scrunched at the elbows, and a slightly chaotic bouquet of flowers clenched in one hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

he wasn’t smiling, not in the usual goofy way — this time it was soft. hesitant. a little nervous. the kind of smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and was scared of it anyway.

“hey,” he said, voice quiet like the hallway wasn’t ready to hear it.

you blinked. “gyuvin... what are you doing here?”

“i couldn’t wait anymore.”

he held the flowers out between them — sunflowers, baby’s breath, two pink peonies, something purple that might’ve been lavender, and a red rose tucked right in the center. a mess, really. but a beautiful one.

“i don’t know what any of these are supposed to mean,” he admitted, eyes flicking between the bouquet and your face. “i just picked the ones that felt like you. like sunshine. like home.”

your fingers brushed the petals, stunned into stillness. “you remembered i like peonies.”

“i remember everything about you,” gyuvin said, with a kind of quiet certainty that made your chest ache. “always have.”

something shifted in the air then — the kind of silence that doesn’t ask to be filled, but felt heavy and familiar.

gyuvin took a slow breath. “i’ve been in love with you for a long time. longer than i want to admit. and i told myself it wasn’t the right time, or that i was imagining it, or maybe you didn’t feel the same... but none of that ever made it go away.”

he looked at you like he was memorizing something for the last time. “i think i started falling for you when you brought me snacks before my company audition before we even knew each other. or maybe it was when you offered to walk with me in the rain because you forgot your umbrella too and didn’t want me to feel like an idiot. or maybe it was just always there.”

your throat felt tight. like every second you’d spent pretending it was one-sided had caught up all at once.

“you could’ve told me,” you said softly.

“i was scared,” gyuvin breathed. “because it was you. because this mattered. and the truth is, i don’t want to be your maybe anymore. i want to be your boyfriend. officially. publicly. completely.”

he dropped his hand to his side, bouquet tilting just a little. “so... will you?”

you didn’t say anything at first. just stared at him — at the boy you had loved in quiet corners, in passing glances, in every almost-confession they’d swallowed for years.

and then you laughed. not because it was funny, but because it was relief years of it, crashing down like a wave.

“i thought i was the only one,” you whispered. “i thought i was just imagining everything.”

“you weren’t,” gyuvin said, voice trembling now. “it’s always been you.”

you stepped forward, and gyuvin’s breath caught. you reached out, curling their fingers gently around his hoodie sleeve, grounding yourself in the realness of him

“yes,” you said. “of course i’ll be your boyfriend.”

the look on his face was almost too much. like every version of joy he’d ever felt collided at once.

“wait—really?” he blinked.

“yes,” you repeated, smiling so wide it almost hurt. “really.”

gyuvin didn’t even try to hold back — he dropped the flowers entirely, arms sliding around your waist as he pulled you into the kind of hug that said finally. you buried your face in his shoulder, laughing softly into the fabric of his hoodie.

they stood there for a while, just breathing each other in, heartbeats syncing like they had always meant to.

“we were so dumb,” you mumbled.

“yeah,” gyuvin whispered, pressing his cheek to your temple. “but we made it.”

SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

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Paying Back

Ricky Shen x Male Reader

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yn is a nerdy, shy and secretly gay computer science student at ZB1 university he prefers being at the library like a bookworm devouring knowledge that can help him in future exams. on the other hand, ricky is the typical rich, partygoer guy with such a shitty personality that it wouldn’t surprise anyone if one day someone’s fist lands on his cheek.

yn would spend a whole day coding and triple checking it to see if it’s perfect meanwhile ricky would rather be at frat parties, downing some shots and flirting with anyone who passes by. his grades didn’t match with his behaviour, many people wondered how and the answer is just a simple word, a name: yn.

“yo yn” he greeted, “can you help me with something?” were the simple words that unraveled a spiral of yn receiving sheer amounts of money to just do some projects –it’s a win-win situation anyway, yn makes money by doing something that’s like an easy cake for him and ricky gets his perfectly good grades. yn also liked the idea of the resident frat boy looking for him, staring at him a bit too much than his others flirts, “okay” he mutters, the heat creeping up his neck.

then the final project came.

ricky cornered yn, asking him for help on his final project, “yn my man how are you” he sneaks one arm around yn’s shoulders “i’ll pay you thousands this time, all cash due next week, just do me the project please”. “you’re throwing money around like it grows on the trees” yn uttered, “well for me, it’s kinda like that” he jokes, sealing the deal, “you’re the best” he grins.

the deadline came and went, both projects, ricky and yn’s, were great, the professor was amazed by the coding, the results, everything, ‘the best projects he has ever seen’ were his words. but then no cash arrived, yn hands remained empty with not a single sight of a bill, ricky didn’t answer his texts nor calls, it’s like earth has swallowed him. “ynnie we got a problem” ricky spoke standing up in front of yn, who was sitting on the library reading a book. “i’m fucked, my parents cut me off” he sighed plopping himself on the chair next to him, “and?” the other replied, “what do you want me to do about it?”.

“well dumbass i owe you money”, “no shit!” yn responded with sarcasm in his tone, “where’s my money ricky” he asked. “my guy i don’t have it. i mean not right now but i’ll figure it out how to get it, just give me more time please”, “you’re talking like i’m some loan shark or something” yn answers, “i don’t know if i can trust you, you didn’t even answered my texts what makes you think i would believe your shitty ass words. i’m not a fucking charity ricky, i don’t live off of thank you’s we have a deal”.

“i know” ricky throws his head back, dragging his hands on them, looking defeated, “what if i pay you back… like in another way?” he proposed, getting yn’s attention, “unless you have the latest license of this coding program under your shirt i don’t want it”. “i have something even better under my shirt” ricky’s flirty mode was turned on, he lifts his shirt letting yn see his abs, “what?” the other said, surprised, his face becoming red. “come on, don’t act like you haven't checked me out since forever. i know that look in your eyes”. yn tried to deny it but no words came out of his lips, because ricky was right. “i’ broke right now but i have something you can enjoy too. and i know you want it” he grabs his bulge with his hand, gripping it. yn should’ve said no,ask for the money instead, give him more time –“prove it” he says, gaining a grin from ricky “that’s it, thought you'd never ask”.

yn’s back slammed against his dorm door, ricky was shoving him against it –closing and locking it– lips latched against lips, yn was hungry, eager for ricky’s touch. it felt ecstatic, every touch of skin against skin left a burning sensation on both bodies, clothes hit the floor and both naked bodies walked towards the bed, lips never leaving each other, ricky’s big frame pinning yn’s against the mattress but here is when things took a turn, yn is not the typical submissive bottom s ricky’s about to find it out.

in a swift motion yn made ricky the one under him, his back against the mattress, ricky was caught off guard but he obeyed nonetheless, ricky’s cock was semi-hard, already leaking precum. “stay like this” yn demanded, straddling him, “you’re gonna have to work hard if you think this pays the money you owe me” yn speaks while rubbing the red aching wet tip on his hole, “you lazy slut” he retorted to which ricky answered, aroused, “damn man, didn’t know you had it in you”. yn leaned down, whispering in ricky's ear “shut up, you’re my bitch tonight”.

yn poured some lube on his fingers, putting them inside his ass, stretching it –he didn’t bother to hide his moans, he let ricky hear them, the sounds going straight to his twitching cock. then he poured more on ricky’s big cock, the liquid making his shaft glisten with the surrounding lights, then he slid on it slowly, letting the other fill him up. “you’re so hot yn” ricky moaned, “let me just-” he was cut off when yn slaps his hand away, “you owe me remember, you don’t get to pick and choose what to do”.

yn lifts himself up just enough to leave the tip inside him, teasing the tip with his rim, clenching on it only. he then sinks down, engulfing the fat cock completely to the hilt. it stretches him deliciously, ricky’s head tipped back, swallowing a grunt –yn was driving him crazy. he needed to put his hands on him but something in the way yn spoke made him obey, “you’re a fucking psycho” he growled.

yn starts to ride him hard, making the bed creak and the headboard to slam against the wall, setting a brutal, punishing pace that puts ricky to his edge. every bounce made ricky’s cock to slam against his prostate, yn seeing stars thanks to it. meanwhile ricky continued to swallow his growls, trying to not let yn enjoy this moment, he has to fight back and let him know that he can handle it – then yn moved his hips with the other’s shaft still buried inside him, moving in circular motions that made his tight insides to clench around it, ricky could’ve cum right there but he somehow managed to not to. breathing quickly and his chest heaving, panting after using all the strength he has left to not fill the other up, “fuck” he sighed whimpering a lot.

“look at you, the ricky fucking shen whimpering like a cheap whore. imagine what your frat bros would say if they see you like this. they’ll love it i’m sure”, he laughs as he exhales all the air when the tip hits against his prostate. “fuck off” the top whimpers, his hips jerking up chasing yn’s warm ass, his body betraying his words.

yn arched his back, using both hands to spread his cheeks letting ricky see his hole swallowing his whole shaft easily, earning choked moans from the other. his hand reaches out to his leaking cock to stroke it, “you’re nothing without money, just a pretty dick for me to use” yn voiced, his fingers getting coated on the clear substance seeping out of the slit of his tip. yn rde ricky into oblivion, “i’m shit- i’m close” the top confesses, clawing at the sheets. “not yet, hold it” the bottom tells him, ass still bouncing on it as if he started mere seconds ago.

ricky whines, his body becoming tense and abs contracting, he’s yn’s toy right now and must obey him, after all this was his idea. his eyes became glassy, lips swollen thanks to him biting them much, strings of saliva connecting both lips while some drool spill down his sides, the frat boy was completely fucked up by now. “please let me cum” he starts to beg when yn sped up the pace of his bouncings, “beg more” yn demanded, “please” he whines again, “let me cum” he bites back another moan. “pathetic” yn laughs, yn turned around facing ricky’s wrecked form, grinning, cumming minutes later, painting the other’s sweaty abs in white –”now” he says and ricky’s body relaxes, his cock spurting buckets of spooge inside the other accompanied by a guttural moan.

they both collapsed tired, ricky laughs, “you’re so wild in bed. didn’t know you were one of those”, “buckle up pretty boy because you still owe me money” yn retorted while fingering all the cum out of his used hole. ricky smirked, he was into it— he wanted more of yn’s power bottoming skills.

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runway model 💋 , s.ricky

shen ricky x male reader

content warning :: gay sex , anal sex , fingering , slight breeding kink, minors dni

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The greasy electronic music piercing through your air, leather jackets and hips swaying with a 4 on the 4 edm bassline while a billion cameras flashed into your face while people called your name, as you watched your silver crosses and intricated cut leather sparkle under the harsh white lights. This was the rush of the model world. Years worth of work was decorating your body, along with the 20-something boys and girls there. Nails blood red with the colour of sin, while the air reeked intoxicating, of stubbed out cigarettes, alcohol in the new york air, and chanel perfume. Eyeliner sharper than knives while gelled hair sparkled like cut glass.

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You sat in a chair, staring vainly at your tanned face and still freshly set hair, and looked around the room. The rush and the pracing around of clumsy girls in gray cardigans and blazers, hands filled with clipboards and coffee cups, heels clacking like nails on a countertop.

You sighed. You knew you had made it. Closing another succesful fashion show, people applauded around you the second you stepped off that runway. The commotion of drunk models stumbling into their limousines (off to parties or to be fucked till they walk moving their hips like sluts at their next shows, you assumed) filled your ears, but you had other plans.

You knew he was watching from the corner, the signature black glasses and a shit-eating, all knowing grin that grinned of fresh mint and excitement, the thing that got you going every night. Your boyfriend, the 5th gen it boy himself, Boy's Planet sparkling star, Shen Ricky. He stood with his arms crossed, his tall frame leaning against a pillar, while a loose strand of his raven black hair strand fell onto his forehead like dominoes. He revved your senses like an engine. Even while he was just standing there, you felt like your head would explode if you didn't tease himself with your bratty smirk this second.

You took off your leather jacket off to some random assistant scrambling around, making sure to rub yur fingers ever-so-delicately over your sparkling shoulder, looking over them with your sharp siren eyes. The ways his pupils widened and his cheeks moved to show a small smirk under his black mask excited you. You knew what you were doing to him, and you loved every second of it. Before you knew it, you were sashaying over to him, heels clicking on the marble steps, making sure to flaunt your colonge on him.

You leaned in close, dangerously closed, till your lip-glossed ear left a small sparkle on his earlobe. You tugged on his mask in the slightest, just to listen to his hot, heavy breathing underneath. He whispered you name deeply, and you chuckled.

You whispered back to him. "Your place, now."

Fireworks set off in Ricky's stomach, and his pants. It's as if it was a movie scene, as you walked away in seemingly slow motion to get changed, every step of yours lingering longer than it shoul've.

You winked, and Ricky winked back.

You both knew you weren't going to sleep tonight.

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"You like teasing me, huh?" Ricky's lips pressed against your ears, just like how you liked it. He was all you could hear, and all you wanted to hear. A hand stopped him from being completely laying on top of you, on the bed of his apartment. The other hand was wrapped around your waist possesively. "You like seeing how I get riled up when you wear all these pretty outfits and walk down the runway, thinking of my face, eh?" He teased, his words right on the money.

You nod, giggling. Ricky smirked. "I knew it. I know you." He smiled, trailing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, and shoulder, worshipping your slim, lean and tanned body with each kissed. His toned, muscular arms had you cornered. You weren't going anywhere. "Mission accomplished, mr. Model" He said. "I'm going to fuck you all night, just like you want it."

"Consider it your gift for doing such a good job on that runway, pretty boy." He says, biting down on your neck with his little fangs till his lips stained your clean, chanel no.5-scented neck with red marks. His hand trails to your shirt's buttons, taking his time to undo each one, teasing you with his slow speed.

In the meantime, your desperate lips found his, like a soft cushion. You loved kissing him, it made you feel like you were being taken care of, like you knew some one would take care of your pleasure. His tounge poked your mouth's entrance, and ofcourse you barely hesitated his entrance. His mouth tasted yours, and you felt around his, taking in the taste of his mint mouth freshener and a little bit of alcohol. He, on the other hand, seemed to have taken a liking to your subtle strawberry lipgloss, mixed with the fresh mojitos you downed before stepping onto the runway. "You taste like sin, my love." He grinned against your lips.

He finally took your shirt off, leaving your delicately sculpted body visible to Ricky's hungry eyes, that seemed to widen with affection and predatory lust, which only increased your own arousal.

You loved how down bad you were for him, you were only making out with him and yet it alrady felt like bliss, it only made you more impaitent to get inside his pants already, and it shows in your desperate efforts as your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants. He smirked at the same, pulling apart the kiss, causing to you to whine. He chuckled slightly at this.

"look at you, so desperate for me to be inside you already." He says, his ego swelling at how your fingers feeled around the buttons of his pants. You batted your eyelashes.

"What can I do? My boyfriend's so drop dead that I can't wait to do the most vicious things with him."

Ricky's controlled seemingly snapped because of this, as he immediately climbed on top of you, his taller, muscular frame immediately enveloping yours. "C'mere, you sexy pervert." he said.

His lips reconnected with yours, now more lustful and heavy, pushing himself onto you, as he grinded his crotch against yours. In a span of seconds, he took both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one had, while his other hand pulled off your pants in one swift move, continuing to grind his clothed cock, now with your exposed ass.

"No underwear? I knew you were a slut." He grinned, admiring your naked form in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist with desperation, while sounds of a belt unbuckling filled your ears. You didn't even get to proccess anything before his fingers began poking at your entrance, two fingers pushing in at the same time, which made you scream in pleasure. Ricky's face looked heavenly from this angle, sweaty and lustful, with sharp, strong eyes so deseprate to get to the good part already.

He fucked you with his fingers, targeting a bundle of nerves that made you scream and whine in a way that made his insides burn up and so ready to fuck you to bliss. He loved the way drool dripped in a thin, glossy line out of your mouth and down your pretty face. "God, you're so hot, love..." But all you could do was whimper in acknowledgement. When he felt like you were stretched enough he moved you around wordlessely till you were on your back.

He looked down at your face again. Silent, blissed-out, deep hues of red dusted across your cheeks. You looked like a china doll, so delicate and to be handled with so much passion that you'd break if even a sliver of hate slid through. His expression softened, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tousled black hair brushing against your earlobe. "Gonna make you feel so loved, gonna fill you up with all the cum you want." He whispered, and a chill creeped up your spine, that fizzled with excitement, and left a sweet aftertaste - one of anticipation and impaitence.

With a small, slow motion that increases to the jerking of his hips, he slowly inserts his member within you, rocking in and out in gentle motions, as it enters you, inch by delicious inch. You arch your back, almost acrobatically. Ricky grins as this. "So flexible~" he comments, placing a kiss on your abdomen as he continues rocking his hips, eliciting the most sinful sounds from you, making you whine, squirm, mewl. Everything was for him, he drank up your music, sinister grin etched across his face till he was finally able to boast the entirety of his erection inside of your hole, that clenched tightly, afraid to let his head exit your body. He comes to a halt, letting you feel all of his length.

Having Ricky inside you was erotic beyond all belief- he throbbed so subtly that it drew you mad, so you clenched tighter and tighter to feel his member throb again inside you, which makes Ricky smirk and let out deep groans that make you want to have your release then and there. And yet it was so perfectly comforting. It was intimacy without simple sexual and physical attraction. Both of you felt beyond that- the warmth seeping in your chest wasn't simply just from Ricky, it was from the feeling of both of you being conncected, and you knew Ricky felt it too, the way he smiled in a way that made time stop, that made the world come to a hault.

"Ready, cutie?" He whispered. You nodded almost immediately, biting your lip.

Ricky took that as approval, continuing to rock his hips again. He watched your eyes closely, for any pain or discomfort shooting across them. Even when the smallest wince left your lips he ate those sounds up, connecting his lips with yours. "That's it, pretty boy." He'd whisper. "I got you, I got you."

He sped up, and so did your heart rates. He brushed against your prostate with his tip, now repetedely slamming his hips into him, wanting to hear the best sighs and gasps of pleasure from your lips. "Let me hear you moan, love." He'd say into your ear. "I want to hear wether I'm making you feel good." So you would. You'd let your teeth loosen their grip on your lower lip, immediately letting open the flood gates of moans and whimpers. You moaned his name, so often you messed up the syllables, symply opting for a breathy "...Ky..." at times. Ricky loved it, simply said. He loved how drunk you got on his cock, and how desperately your dick arched up for him, signalling you were close. He was too.

He didn't need to passionately declare how he was gonna cum, either. You knew by the way his member twitched. His fingers wrapped around your own member, pumping in a smooth up-and down pattern, that only made your head spin with pleasure.

You were reaching new heights, new limits and constantly pushing them, overstimulated to the point where all you could do was scream your boyfriend's name, before you spewed all over yourself your creamy white fluid, which made him groan even harder. "Fuck, cutie, look at the mess you made." He'd giggle, before throwing his head back for mere seconds, before Ricky connected his lips with yours, and within seconds you felt his fluids spilling inside you, dripping out in sparkly off-white lines. Ricky rode out his high for a few minutes, his lips never leaving yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at you adoringly, at the mess he'd made of you: Flushed face, heaving chest, a dopey smile on the face, and a tight pink hole that was spilling with semen. He kissed your forehead, then ruffled your hair. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

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masterlist

kpop :

mingi (ateez) : losing all my innocence in the backseat , smut

ricky (and2ble, zerobaseone): runway model , smut

jiwoong (zerobaseone): i could eat that boy for lunch , smut

wonbin (riize): wonbin x male reader that yaps a lot , fluff

genshin impact:

nothing here yet !

honkai star rail:

nothing here yet !

in progress !

boothill (honkai star rail) we can just ride around, kicking that can, angst + fluff

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QUICK FIX GAY #39: K-pop Massage Therapist #4 – RIIZE Wonbin Didn't Get the Full Service He Wanted

This is a gay story. Check out my Quick Fix series for straight smut and Quick Fix Gay for more gay content.

Pairing: RIIZE Wonbin x Male Reader

Content: You’re a highly sought-after massage therapist among idols thanks to the happy endings you give them. Wonbin’s problem? He had an hour with your colleague but didn’t get the full service treatment he wanted.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 2,070

You sat on a chair against a wall in the small room you called your office, with your legs crossed and your phone glued to your face. A nice break, especially on a day like today. It was like every single one of your regulars booked appointments back to back. You'd touched so many dicks already and according to the clock on the wall it was only noon.

Wonbin entered wearing nothing but a tiny towel around his waist. You didn't react at first. He stopped in the doorway, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Oh heeey,” you cheerfully exclaimed when you finally looked up. Your airy uniform sounded like it was made from paper when you uncrossed your legs and straightened your posture. “We don't have an appointment today, do we?”

Wonbin lowered his head. “No,” he mumbled, and your eyes were fixed on his muscular chest. Then he slowly added: “I just had an hour with your colleague…”

“Ah, let me guess,” you said and stood up with a big smile. “Didn't get the full treatment?”

Wonbin looked up, a shimmer of hope in his eye. “No,” he sighed. This was such a common occurance, but you usually only learned about their disappointment the next time your clients came to see you for real.

You put your phone on a tray next to your massage table and approached the man. “Don't worry, I got you.”

Wonbin's face lit up. You owed him nothing, but walked around your massage table to meet him. When you put a hand on his shoulder and stroke his abs with the other he seemed relieved.

Then you reached behind him to shut the door, and checked the clock again to see how much time was left on your break. Just a quickie.

God forbid one of your regulars would leave the massage studio disappointed.

*****

Wonbin was on his back on the table. The towel he had on when he came in was on the floor by your feet. You ran your hands over his fit body, getting a sense for his muscles, knots and typical problem areas.

“She did a good job,” you said and smiled reassuringly at your client.

“Yeah, she's great,” Wonbin admitted, but clearly she didn't go the distance.

You squeezed the man's firm pecs while staring directly at his erect cock which twitched against his stomach. “You're not as hard as usual.”

You smirked when you said it. Wonbin even chuckled. Then you turned professional again. “How's your lower back these days?”

“Much better, thanks. I followed your recommendations and management has allowed me to skip out on some activities.”

Your hand continued down his abs, which you analyzed with your eyes and fingers. “That's good,” you said, then paused for a moment, while massaged his waist and a thumb brushed against the head of the cock. “So… the usual?”

Wonbin raised his head in excitement. “Yes please.”

You immediately returned your focus to his cock right in front of you. Now you grabbed it, stroke it slowly with your soft hands, causing Wonbin to grunt and sigh in immediate pleasure.

“Wow, she really did work you up.”

Wonbin chucked again. His boner had nothing to do with your colleague, though he had briefly gotten hard while on his stomach.

You studied the shaft between your fingers. It throbbed, while you turned your head from side to side to see it from every direction. It was veiny and bumpy and beautiful.

You ran your palm over the head multiple times. It quickly became slippery, pre-cum lubing your palm and the shiny surface. Normally you would use a massage oil also for handjobs, not just massages. But Wonbin had always preferred a blowjob, and ‘the usual’ was not the same happy ending most idols got from you.

You pulled gently on his hip and walked to the foot of the table. “Scoot down,” you requested in a calm voice, and Wonbin pushed himself forward.

He raised his ass and jumped down the table. His legs and feet dangled over the edge around your body, and he spread them while you positioned yourself between his thighs which you held on to for stability. Then you glanced up at his face to make sure he was comfortable, before you bent your knees and hunched down.

You pointed the erection straight up with your fingertips. You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the head, a salty taste on your tongue. Wonbin became really still and quiet, while you smeared saliva onto his cock and his cum kept pulsing out.

You put more of the shaft into your mouth, lubing it up as you went down it. You took it out and spat on it, and ran your tongue along the full length, then in circles around the head. With your eyes fixed on Wonbin's face to see his reaction, you began to flick the tongue quickly back and forth, edging him on at the tip.

“Ohhh,” he moaned as he exhaled, and you could hear just how relaxed and comfortable he was becoming. “You're amazing.”

You smiled to yourself. Employee of the month, Karen! you thought, and proudly put the cock back in.

*****

You were on your knees on the floor. Wonbin had slid so far down his ass was on the edge of the table and his feet nearly touched the ground. He was leaning on his elbows, pelvis angled toward you, and his cock was so deep in your mouth it tickled your throat.

Your lips were sealed tight around the root. That's when there was a knock and the door and you froze. You realized in that moment you never locked it.

You spat the whole cock out and suddenly flew up on your feet. Wonbin quickly sat up straight in a panic, an expression of horror on his face. Saliva dripped down the shaft and a long string between the head and your lip was broken when your mouth traveled too far away.

“Yeah?” you said loudly. “I've got a client.”

For you, it was your job on the line. For Wonbin, it was utter shame and the knowledge that if you were caught, he wouldn't be able to see you again. In the moment he didn't give his own career a single thought.

“Oh,” a confused and muffled voice said from outside. “Soobin from TXT is here. His time started five minutes ago.”

Shit. You looked at the clock on the wall, then at Wonbin with a fake calm smile.

“I can come back,” he said.

“No,” you said. “I mean, I hope you do, but I won't let you leave unfulfilled. Come here.”

You took a step closer to the man, grabbed his cock and pulled him in. Your phone buzzed on the tray but you ignored it. Time was suddenly of the essence, and Wonbin was in desperate need of a release.

You quickly began to jerk him off. Normally you'd get paid for providing your services, during one of your regular massage appointments with the man, but he was a repeat customer and you were happy to give him what he needed even while you were on a break or busy.

Wonbin struggled to regain his focus at first, but eventually he closed his eyes. He was leaning on his hands, arms stretched and sitting up, when you put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer.

Your faces nearly touched. You watched and smiled as he opened his mouth and began to pant, while your arm shook and your fingers tightened around his saliva-covered boner.

You lowered your head and stared at his chest, bent a knee slightly and stuck out your tongue. While furiously flicking your wrist and flapping his cock between you, you squeezed his shoulder and began to lick his pecs and nipples, bringing a spa-like relaxation to every muscle in the fit man's body.

There was hardly any fat on him at all. His chest and pecs were clearly defined, and his abs flexed when his body twitched. Then you caught his nipple with your teeth and bit down on it, because you knew how much it aroused him.

“Ohh, fuck!” he grunted, proving you right. Your hands squeezed harder on his shoulder and around the shaft.

Your eyes found the shaking cock down below. They focused on the blurry head from which pre-cum was once again seeping out, mixing with saliva in your hand. The whole shaft was still wet and slippery from your blowjob, and the tip positively foamed.

You kneeled further, moving your face down and licking his abs, and felt their firmness against your tongue. Again and again you ran your lips from his belly button back up to his nipples and down again, all while your hand never stopped moving. It was like you were giving him a bath.

Another knock. OKAY KAREN! You knew Soobin wouldn't mind, that he'd be so excited to see you that waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt. He was one of your regulars too, and the idols seemed to flock around you for some reason. Your oblivious colleagues couldn't understand your popularity because they had no idea.

Wonbin suddenly exhaled loudly. His breaths became short and abrupt. You maintained the same pace and tightness, but stopped licking his front and looked up.

Your smile returned when you saw how flustered he was. You focused on the throbbing cock in your mind while he grimaced excessively. Then his naked ass did a little jump on the table, and you felt the cock throb extra hard and expand against your palm before a thick white liquid shot onto your uniform, his stomach, and flowed down your fingers and wrist.

“Haaahh, aaahh, mmmm!” Wonbin moaned as his breaths became deeper and longer. Slowly, gradually but with a sense of hurry in your heart, you eased your grip and began to stand up.

“Aaaahh, oh my god,” he said when he opened his eyes. He sounded drained and exhausted. ”Wow.”

He smiled too when your eyes met, almost like a laugh. You let go of the shaft and took a step back, holding your hand out in front of you as not to drip on the table and floor. Wonbin heaved and ran his own hand across his wet front, while you went to wash yours off in a sink on the wall.

You returned with paper tissues and handed them to him. Neither of you said a word when you bent down to pick up his towel. He eventually jumped off the table, wrapped the towel around his waist, and watched you clean your uniform while he waited for his erection to soften enough so he could leave.

“Thanks,” he said with a huge grin when you turned to look at him.

“No problem,” you said with a big smile. ”Next time, don't forget to request me.”

“I always do,” your client grinned. He still had an abnormally large bulge when he turned to the door and you nodded.

He left the room in a rush. You took a look around it to make sure everything was set, and haphazardly ran a fresh towel over the floor just in case. The you stuck your head out the door and nodded to a receptionist, who immediately went to get Soobin who was patiently reading a magazine.

His face lit up when he saw you. He flew up from the arm chair in which he was seated. You retreated back into the room, and he quickly closed the door behind him when he finally entered.

“Hey,” you said. “Sorry for the wait.”

“It's okay,” the idol replied and took his shirt off right in front of you.

You smiled at each other when he removed his pants with haste. “They offered me someone else but I declined.”

Your smile grew even bigger when he revealed his cock, and lay down butt naked on his stomach while you went to the tray and selected a bottle of massage oil.

You'd lost ten minutes, but there were still fifty more to go. As you put your hands on Soobin's long back you glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still plenty of time to give your client the full body treatment he expected and craved.

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[huopilled]

OOMF 🏷️ LCY

— 🦕 anton's genius plan to ask you out.

anton x gn reader

hello... do not take this seriously i was bored and pulled this out of my ass 💔 also this was completely born out of me and @007chan 's oomfcoming story so i believe this makes me anton and everyone who reads this is dating me. heart emoji (not proofread!)

at 10:08 pm, anton was staring at his laptop, 'how to make your crush like you back' written in bold italic was staring back at him— the bright screen making him even more agitated.

he wasn't the one to search for answers on the internet, especially not on some website called girls asking dot com. but times were tough and anton was desperate.

one might dare to ask what even got him in this position, and the long answer to that would be; anton has had a crush on one of his classmates for the past seven months, and he's scared to talk to his friends because they'll tease him for hours.

the short answer to that is; he's a pussy.

but! a guy has to have some fear here and there, that's what keeps you in check after all. maybe not. but it's the feeling that's important or whatever.

so anton took a deep breath, scrolled down and started reading the long list to get this over with.

one: treat them like a friend.

two: compliment on something deep.

three: eye contact.

four: ask questions.

five: talk to your friends.

five whole topics and not a single one of them would work. who the hell had even written this? even a first grader could think of these and more and get with their crush. the last part was roasting anton himself but the truth hurts, just like how his eyes were hurting from squinting. the truth hurt probably more though.

anton huffed and closed his laptop, picking his phone up instead because the radiation wasn't enough. maybe he should ask his friends? but asking them meant anton had hit a new low, and he wasn't really interested in digging deeper.

but maybe he was.

putting his phone down, anton laid down and stared at his ceiling, when the best idea he's ever had popped up in his brain. he'd do everything on text. because of course texting was easier, and anton was a good texter, said humbly. so he opened up his notes and started writing down his plan.

week one- become mutuals and like reposts

week two- like their own posts

end of week two/week three- comment and soft launch texting

week four- ask them out

satisfied with his plan, anton got to work. first, he stalked gyuvin's following, but he couldn't find anyone who could be yn. so he was forced to go through sohee's hundreds of followers, because everyone was following sohee.

he tapped on sohee's account, already dreading the ache that would fill his thumb later, when he found it.

there it was, in all its glory, user purinpilled.

just as he was about to hit follow, he stopped. would that be weird and freaky, or like, overly disgusting? but if he didn't follow yn now, he wouldn't do it ever. and not doing it meant seeing yn get married and die happily with someone else, so he hit follow and threw his phone towards his nightstand, too nervous to care if it even landed on it or not.

the moment anton opened his eyes, he scrambled to get his phone and check if yn had followed him back. thanks to last night's anton, finding his phone took a whole good eight minutes. and he had done all that searching for nothing because there wasn't any notification from yn.

maybe it was a glitch or because he hadn't updated his apps yet or something, but there were no needed updates when he checked, so he went on instagram to see for himself.

well he did see for himself— that his followers count hadn't moved.

but it was okay! this was only day one. he could just change up his plan a little bit and like everything they posted. maybe that was bordering creepy, but if a person's pure of heart no one would misunderstand their intentions.

so anton went to liking.

yn's reposts were the only things that would come up after a while, and anton took that as his cue to stop so he wouldn't get blocked. while waiting, anton went over his plan once more.

four weeks was a lot. a whole ass month to ask someone out was ridiculous. maybe he could bring it down to three weeks. two and a half. one week.

listen. one week was plenty of time to ask someone out. seven days. seven whole days to plan everything. it was awesome.

you know what would be even more awesome? yn following him back. so anton decided to spend five days (including today) to make yn follow him back, and two days on the date itself.

so anton posted everything he could while waiting between each post so it would become acceptable. maybe yn would look at his stories, maybe they would come across something anton had reposted so the latter could find out if they had anything in common.

but when someone who doesn't post at all starts posting, an eyebrow raise comes naturally. so he didn't have much time until one of his friends questioned his actions.

but for now, all he had to do was wait for yn to post.

and boy, post they did.

the second that bisexual flag looking circle appeared around yn's profile picture, anton clicked on it. and there stood yn's own personal real-not-fake twitter account.

so anton did what he had to, and followed yn on there too.

that was probably the angels granting anton a wish or something, because now he would learn more about yn than he ever could. again, anton went on a not-stalking-but-more-like-checking-out spree, trying to memorize everything the posts said.

but being a living person meant responsibilities and socializing, so after hours of research-scrolling, anton had to put his phone down.

but it was fine, he could deal with not obsessing over internet posts for a few hours.

a day had passed without anything happening. no follow back, no watching anton's story, nothing. and anton had decided that it was enough, he would take matters into his own hands.

and ask yn to follow him back.

before this ruffles some feathers! anton was still sticking to his plan, things had just gotten mixed up. and the first thing on the plan was follow first, ask out later.

so he waited for yn to post on somewhere, and when they did, he would comment something to soft launch the concept of oomfness. did that make sense?

when yn had finally posted, anton had decided that he had one minute to come up with something that would make him memorable at least. but he was never good under pressure, so the best thing he could come up with was 'i have an oomf crush on you.' which was two truths meshed together, so... yay for anton?

after sending his comment, anton, hit with immediate embarrassment and regret, once again threw his phone away. such nostalgia...

and since he didn't have anything better to do, anton put on a show and tried to nap for a while to get his nerves to calm down a bit.

anton seemed to have developed a routine, his last few days consisting of sleeping, waking up and going on yn's accounts to do some research.

but his researches have been for nothing, since there still wasn't anything from yn. so anton decided to grow some balls and just do it. before he could change his mind, anton logged into his twitter and sent yn a message.

okay, maybe he had sent more than a message and might have fucked up all his chances... but! a confession was a confession, and he had done it no matter how and what the outcome.

all he had to do was wait for an answer. he could wait for an answer— anyone could wait for an answer.

but luckily (question mark) yn had replied pretty quickly. but them being this quick had raised anton's blood sugar and his heart beat. he really had to see a professional for those soon.