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brazen might. 08.

grips&grinds | bm x jooheon

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A late-night tour of Jooheon's studio sparks a high-tension, competitive exchange of teasing that quickly boils over into a raw, intensely physical encounter on the couch before their early morning schedules.

The message sat in BM’s drafts for eleven minutes before he sent it.

Not because he was nervous—Matthew didn’t do nervous. He did calculated. He did intentional. He’d been following Joohoney’s account for months, watching the man post grainy midnight shots of his studio setup, all ambient neon and custom acoustic panels and that ridiculous 9F logo painted on the wall like a personal coat of arms. The space had a vibe that BM’s own new studio—still half-furnished, still smelling like fresh drywall—completely lacked.

His thumbs moved across the screen with the same deliberate precision he brought to everything physical.

Yo. Your workspace aesthetic is insane. I’m curating my new private studio and need serious inspiration. You ever do tours?

He hit send before the overthinking could catch up.

The response came back in under four minutes.

BM!! Bro I’ve been waiting for someone to ask about the panels. Nobody gets how hard those were to source. Come through tonight if you want. The setup hits different at midnight. Acoustic design is UNMATCHED. I’ll prove it.

A second message followed immediately, just a phone number and three words: Text me real.

BM saved the contact under “Jooheon” and fired off a confirmation. The exchange was brief, transactional on the surface, but underneath—underneath there was something else.

He pocketed his phone and grabbed his keys.

The company headquarters loomed silent against the Seoul skyline, most of its windows dark except for the scattered glow of overnight production rooms. BM’s sneakers squeaked against the polished lobby floor as the security guard waved him through, Joohoney had left his name, apparently. The elevator ride to the ninth floor took long enough for him to check his reflection in the brushed steel doors.

He wasn’t vain. He was aware. Six-two, two hundred and change, shoulders that made doorframes feel narrower than they actually were. The black compression shirt did what it always did—hugged the architecture of his chest and arms without trying too hard. Gold chain. Minimal jewelry. He looked like he belonged here, or anywhere.

The elevator chimed.

The hallway beyond was dim, lined with studio doors marked by engraved plaques. He spotted the one he wanted immediately: a custom metal plate reading “JH” in aggressive, angular font, backlit by a thin strip of red LED. Before he could knock, the door swung inward.

“You’re punctual. Respect.”

Joohoney stood in the doorway, and the first thing BM registered was the energy. Compact but coiled, the man radiated a kind of high-frequency intensity that made the air around him feel charged. He wore an oversized white tank top that draped off one shoulder, revealing the dense architecture of his traps and delts, and gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. His smile split wide, dimples carving deep parentheses into his cheeks.

“Bro, you think I’m gonna be late to see the legendary setup?” BM stepped inside, already scanning. “This is the one you’ve been posting on IG for months.”

“Months of curation.” Joohoney closed the door behind them and locked it with a decisive click. “Every piece in here has a purpose. Energy doesn’t lie.”

The main room opened up like a cathedral of controlled chaos. Overhead, the ceiling was paneled in alternating red and black acoustic squares—the checkered pattern BM had glimpsed in photos, but up close it felt almost hypnotic, the geometry pulling your eye across the room in waves. Pink and violet neon strips ran along the baseboards and behind the monitor setup, casting everything in a low, liquid glow that made shadows pool in the corners.

“The ceiling panels,” BM said, tilting his head back. “Custom-cut?”

“Imported from Germany. Each one’s a different density depending on placement—bass traps in the corners, diffusion in the center.” Joohoney’s voice pitched up with genuine enthusiasm, the producer-brain taking over. “I spent three weeks on that alone. The room breathes exactly how I want it to.”

He gestured toward the far wall, where his logo dominated the space. Hand-painted in black and metallic gold, the brushstrokes visible up close, giving it texture and weight. Below it, a glass display cabinet caught the neon and threw it back in fractured glints.

“Hold up.” BM crossed to the cabinet and crouched down. “Is that the Spider-Man 2099 figure? The limited Japan release?”

“Number four hundred and twelve of five hundred.” Joohoney’s reflection appeared in the glass beside him, grinning. “Next to the Bugatti Chiron model. And that—” He tapped the glass directly above a sleek black vehicle. “—is the Batman car Wonho hyung gave me for my birthday two years ago. He said it matched my ‘dark producer energy.’”

BM’s attention snagged on the name. He straightened slowly. “Wonho’s got taste.”

“Wonho’s got a lot of things.” Joohoney’s tone shifted almost imperceptibly—still casual, but with a new layer underneath. He moved past BM toward the private bar counter, all glossy black surface and minimalist shelving. “You want something? Water, soju, something stronger?”

“Water’s fine.”

Joohoney poured two glasses from a chilled bottle, and when he handed one over, their fingers brushed. Cold condensation. Warm skin. Neither man acknowledged it.

“Face Genius.” BM pointed to a framed award on the shelf above the bar, the Korean text ornate and official.

“Don’t laugh.” Joohoney did laugh, though, a bright burst of sound. “My mom still brings it up to strangers. Every item in this room—the awards, the figures, the panels, the neon—it’s all arranged to cultivate a specific energy. High intensity. No dead zones. Creativity needs friction.”

He said the last word with his eyes locked on BM’s.

The air changed. Subtle, but definite—like a bass frequency you felt before you heard.

“Show me the booth,” BM said.

he recording booth was smaller than he’d expected.

Insulated foam covered every surface in geometric waves, charcoal gray and textured like egg crate, swallowing the ambient light until the only illumination came from a thin strip of violet LED running along the ceiling seam. The space couldn’t have been more than seven feet across, dominated by a plush dark leather recliner positioned before a high-end condenser microphone on a counterweighted boom arm. The mic wore its pop filter like a mesh crown.

Joohoney slipped past BM into the booth, his shoulder brushing against BM’s chest in the tight quarters. “This is the heart. The actual heart. Everything out there—” He jerked his chin toward the main room. “—is just the circulatory system.”

“Soundproofed how well?”

“You could scream in here and they wouldn’t hear it on the floor below. Triple-layer insulation, air-gapped walls. I recorded half the last album’s ad-libs at three in the morning.” Joohoney settled into the recliner, spreading his knees wide, taking up space he didn’t physically have the mass to occupy. The confidence made up the difference. “You want to test it?”

“Test how?”

Instead of answering, Joohoney leaned forward toward the mic, his lips nearly brushing the pop filter, and dropped into something that wasn’t quite words.

“Gugu-chk chk Gugu-tacha.”

The beatboxing rolled out of him in a percussive cascade, impossibly textured—his throat producing bass hits and snare snaps and hi-hat rhythms simultaneously, the sound so dense it seemed to thicken the air. The acoustics caught every frequency and held it, no reverb, no decay, just pure presence. His voice dropped lower on the second pass, rougher, and the vibration traveled through the floor into BM’s sternum.

Then Joohoney looked up.

His eyes were dark, liquid, and entirely aware of what he was doing. “Well? How’s the sound?”

BM closed the distance.

Three steps in a space that barely allowed two, his frame swallowing the remaining square footage until he was standing directly over the recliner. Joohoney didn’t lean back. Didn’t flinch. Just tilted his chin up to maintain eye contact, the beatboxing dying on his lips.

BM planted both hands on the insulated wall behind Joohoney’s head, arms braced, boxing him in. The foam compressed under his palms with a soft crunching sound.

“Crystal clear,” BM said.

Joohoney’s gaze tracked down BM’s body with deliberate, unhurried attention. Across the breadth of his shoulders. Down the compression shirt’s strained seams. Over the chest his fans called “big matthews” and the arms that had become their own brand. The inspection was thorough. Professional, almost. Like he was assessing studio equipment.

Then he let out a low whistle.

“You’re massive,” Joohoney said. Flat. Factual. “Like, I knew you were big from photos, but in person? You swallow up the whole booth. There’s barely room for me to breathe.”

BM chuckled, the sound rumbling up from somewhere deep in his chest. “Man, you haven’t seen Wonho lately. He’s still way swoller than me. That guy’s built different.”

The name landed.

Joohoney’s expression flickered—something quick and knowing passing behind his eyes. His dimples appeared, but the smile that accompanied them wasn’t the bright, enthusiastic one from before. It was slicker. Sharper.

“Wonho hyung,” Joohoney repeated, drawing out the syllables. “Funny you mention him.”

“Funny how?”

“He’s brought you up before. A few times, actually.” Joohoney leaned forward in the recliner, closing the already minimal distance between them until his tank top brushed BM’s shirt. His voice dropped to something just above a whisper. “When we talk. About… certain things.”

BM’s arms stayed planted on the wall. His pulse kicked up eight notches. “What kind of things?”

“You really want me to spell it out?”

“I want you to tell me exactly what Wonho said.”

Joohoney’s tongue darted across his lower lip. “He said you’re competitive. Said you don’t back down from anything. Said if someone pushes, you push back twice as hard.” The recliner creaked as he shifted his weight forward. “But he also said you talk a big game and sometimes need someone to make you follow through.”

The challenge hung in the air between them, electric and waiting.

BM’s jaw tightened. “Wonho said that?”

“Maybe. Maybe I’m adding my own observations.” Joohoney’s knee pressed against the outside of BM’s thigh, intentional pressure through thin sweatpants. “You came here for studio advice. You’re getting it. The energy in a room matters. The tension matters. You can’t make great art without friction.”

“And you think you can provide that friction?”

“I know I can.” Joohoney’s hand came up and fisted into the collar of BM’s compression shirt, knuckles pressing against his collarbone. The gesture was aggressive but not violent—a claim, not an attack. “Question is, what are you going to do about it?”

BM surged forward.

His mouth found Joohoney’s with the same precision he brought to everything else—not sloppy, not desperate, but exact. The kiss was a collision of heat and intent, Joohoney’s lips parting immediately, his free hand coming up to grip the back of BM’s neck. The recliner groaned under their combined weight as Joohoney pulled him down.

“This booth’s too tight,” Joohoney gasped against BM’s mouth. “Can’t—”

“Yeah.” BM pulled back just enough to breathe. “Yeah.”

They moved together in a tangle of limbs, Joohoney keeping his grip on BM’s collar as he dragged himself out of the recliner and backward through the booth door. His shoulder hit the frame, and he laughed—low and breathless—before pulling BM through into the main room.

The couch stretched long and low against the far wall, dark leather gleaming under the pink and violet neon. Joohoney backed toward it without breaking eye contact, his chest rising and falling in sharp, anticipatory breaths. The oversized tank top slipped further off his shoulder.

“Lose the shirt,” Joohoney said. Not a request.

BM stripped it off in one motion, the compression fabric peeling away to reveal the full scope of his physique—chest broad enough to cast shadows, abdominals carved in sharp relief, the gold chain catching neon and scattering pink light across his collarbones. Joohoney’s tank top followed a half-second later, dropped carelessly to the floor.

The contrast between them was obscene. Joohoney’s dense, explosive frame—shoulders like carved stone, torso compact and powerful—against BM’s towering, broad-shouldered architecture. Two different definitions of formidable, pressing into each other’s space.

“Couch,” Joohoney managed. “Now.”

BM’s hands found Joohoney’s hips and steered him backward until the backs of his knees hit the leather. They went down together, Joohoney’s back hitting the cushions, BM bracketing him with arms and chest, the couch wide enough to accommodate both of them but just barely. Joohoney’s sweatpants were already being worked down past his thighs, BM’s following in a graceless scramble of fabric and elastic.

The neon painted everything in shades of rose and amethyst. Joohoney’s skin looked almost otherworldly under it—flushed and gleaming, the sweat already starting to sheen across his chest and shoulders.

“Turn over,” BM rasped.

Joohoney complied, shifting onto his stomach, and BM’s breath caught somewhere in his throat. The man’s back was a landscape of muscle and definition, tapering down to a narrow waist and the curve of his ass—pale, firm, the cleft visible in the low light. BM’s hands spanned the width of Joohoney’s hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples just above his tailbone.

“Wonho said you were thorough,” Joohoney murmured into the leather, his voice muffled but unmistakably smug. “Prove him right.”

BM lowered his mouth to the base of Joohoney’s spine.

He worked downward, tongue tracing the path of vertebrae, heat blooming wherever his lips touched skin. Joohoney’s breath hitched when BM reached the swell of his ass, hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion. BM didn’t rush. He took his time mapping the territory—kissing, licking, letting his stubble drag just enough to raise goosebumps across the sensitive skin.

When he spread Joohoney open, the man let out a sound that was half gasp, half laugh.

“Finally. Been waiting for you to—”

BM’s tongue cut off the rest of the sentence.

Joohoney’s response was immediate and unguarded—a sharp, punched-out moan that he tried to muffle against the leather but couldn’t quite contain. His hips jerked involuntarily, and BM’s grip on his thighs tightened in response, holding him steady. The pink hole fluttered under his attention, tightening and releasing in rapid succession as BM laved over it with broad, flat strokes.

“Fuck,” Joohoney breathed. “Fuck, your mouth—”

BM hummed against him, and Joohoney’s back arched, his spine curving into a deep bow. The sounds he made were exquisite—high and breathless, completely unlike his deep rap register, a private frequency that only this room would ever hear. His fingers scrabbled against the leather, seeking purchase, finding none.

BM worked him open with patient, relentless attention. He alternated between pointed precision and broad sweeps, reading Joohoney’s body like sheet music—the tremor in his right thigh meant harder, the way his breath caught meant slower, the desperate roll of his hips meant don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds and the rhythmic creak of leather.

“I’m—okay—enough.” Joohoney’s voice cracked on the last word. He pushed up onto his elbows and twisted to look over his shoulder, his face flushed, dimples carved deep with something between ecstasy and impatience. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

BM didn’t need to be told twice.

He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against the slick, prepared opening, and Joohoney’s eyes fluttered half-closed. The initial push met resistance—and then yielded, Joohoney’s body opening for him in a slow, tight slide that pulled a groan from somewhere deep in BM’s chest.

“Jesus,” BM managed. “You’re—”

“I know.” Joohoney’s voice was strained, triumphant. “Keep going.”

BM sank deeper, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully seated and Joohoney was trembling beneath him, his forehead pressed to the leather, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. The fit was impossibly tight, slick and hot and clutching around him with every involuntary clench.

Then he started to move.

The rhythm built naturally—not the frantic, rushed pace of a hookup, but something more deliberate. BM’s hips rolled in deep, grinding thrusts that pushed Joohoney forward into the cushions with every stroke. The leather groaned beneath them. The sub-bass from the monitors, still on from earlier, vibrated through the floor and into their bones, a low hum that matched the pulse of blood in BM’s ears.

Joohoney was vocal in a way that BM hadn’t anticipated. Every thrust pulled a sound from him—sharp, high moans that he tried to stifle, breathless curses in Korean that BM didn’t need to translate to understand, a litany of “yes” and “there” and “don’t stop” that got progressively less coherent as the pace increased. When BM hit a particular angle, Joohoney’s whole body seized and he bit down on his own forearm to keep from screaming.

“Nah,” BM grunted, reaching forward to pull the arm away. “Let me hear you. Room’s soundproofed, right?”

Joohoney’s laugh dissolved into a moan. “Arrogant—ah—bastard.”

“Confident. There’s a difference.”

BM shifted his grip to Joohoney’s hips, fingers digging into the dense muscle there, and increased his pace. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the main room, obscene and rhythmic, undercut by Joohoney’s increasingly desperate vocalizations. Sweat dripped from BM’s chest onto Joohoney’s back, mingling with the sheen already there, and the neon caught the moisture and turned it into liquid light.

He was close. They both were—he could feel it in the way Joohoney’s body tightened around him, in the frantic pitch of his moans, in the way his own thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm and become something more urgent, more primal.

“Come on,” Joohoney gasped, pushing back against him. “Come on, Matthew. Give it to me.”

BM’s vision narrowed to a single point of focus. The man beneath him. The heat. The friction. The sound of his own name in Joohoney’s wrecked, desperate voice.

He drove forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as a ragged grunt tore from his throat. Joohoney’s entire body went rigid, his back arching dramatically under the sudden, searing heat of BM’s release, a long, high-pitched whine echoing off the studio walls before he collapsed face-down into the leather.

For several long minutes, the only sound in the sanctuary was the heavy, synchronized sound of their breathing, heavy and uneven against the faint, persistent hum of the idling subwoofers.

Slowly, the frantic edge of the adrenaline began to dull, replaced by a heavy, syrupy exhaustion. BM shifted his weight, carefully pulling out with a wet, quiet sound that made Joohoney let out a weak, appreciative murmur. Instead of getting up, BM reached down to the floor, blindly grabbing his discarded compression shirt and using it to lazily wipe away the slick sheen of sweat from their hips before tossing it back onto the hardwood.

With a low groan, BM slid onto his side on the plush leather couch, pulling Joohoney backward into his chest.

Joohoney didn’t fight it. He let out a breathless, tired laugh, his dense, muscular frame fitting surprisingly well against the massive breadth of BM’s chest. He reached back, his fingers loosely tangling with BM’s gold chain, tracing the heavy links as the pink and violet neon lights washed over them both.

"Friction," BM murmured into the damp curve of Joohoney’s neck, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual. "You weren't lying."

"Told you. The acoustic design... unmatched," Joohoney wheezed softly, his eyes half-closed as he leaned heavily into the warmth of BM’s torso. He shifted his hips slightly, finding a comfortable groove against BM's thighs. "Though I don't think Germany engineered the panels for that specific frequency."

BM chuckled, a deep vibration that Joohoney felt directly against his spine. He wrapped one massive arm securely around Joohoney’s waist, pulling him even closer until there wasn't a single inch of dead zone between them. "We're gonna have to tell Wonho his advice was solid."

"Shut up," Joohoney muttered, though his lips curved into a soft, genuine smile, his dimples reappearing in the violet light. "Let me sleep for twenty minutes. If I don't get some sort of rest, the hair and makeup team is going to kill me at five a.m."

"Five?" BM blinked, a sudden reality check hitting his sleep-deprived brain. He checked the digital clock glowing on the studio monitor across the room. It was already past three. "Damn. I've got a concept shoot at six."

"Exactly. So don't move." Joohoney let his head drop back against BM’s shoulder, his breathing instantly slowing down as his body began to drift off.

BM tightened his grip around Joohoney’s waist, burying his face into the messy, sweat-dampened strands of the younger man's hair. The schedule tomorrow was going to be brutal, and both of them would be running entirely on coffee and residual adrenaline. But right now, inside the insulated, soundproofed walls of the 9F studio, the rest of the world didn't exist. There was only the low hum of the monitors, the fading glow of the neon, and the heavy, comfortable weight of two bodies tangled together on a leather couch, catching what little peace they could before the sun came up.

jhxafterdark

Marked | 18+ Jooheon x Reader One Shot

✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 Masterlist | Disclaimer 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦

18+ Explicit Content MDNI

Rules exist for a reason. Some marks are worth the risk.

Mood: Dom Jooheon • Secret Relationship • Brat Taming • Mutual Want • Possessive/Marking

Word count: ~4.7k

✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 A/n 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦

reuploading this because I was today years old when I found out that Tumblr doesn't automatically add the expand option & that's something I need to do. I'm sorry!! new here haha., I'll make sure all my fics have it from now on. anyway, this is a WHEWWW 🥵 one so enjoy! <3

You glance at your phone, the bright screen making you squint in the dim hotel room. It's late, later than you should be awake, but Jooheon's still down at the gym working off the last of his performance energy from tonight's concert.

You told yourself you would sleep. You told him you would.

The lie slipped out easily when you said it earlier, murmured under your breath as you passed him in the hallway, trying to seem as normal as possible.

That's how it has to be, working with him. Quick exchanges, gazes that linger half a second too long when no one's looking.

Close enough to feel it. Never close enough to draw attention. Touring only intensifies this. Every stolen moment feels more deliberate, more charged than anywhere else.

Like earlier tonight, when his hands found your waist as he crowded in behind you.

lustfuldevils

Got7 Reaction: They are obsessed with how thick and plump their s/o is. ~ smut version

Thank youu for requestingggggg cutie!!! I hope you enjoy this. I done lost my fucking mind writing this okay??? Pooor pussyyy.

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Mark:

"Slow...slow.." You whispered as he slowly let his fingers massage and roam your entire body, fingertips lingering and nails digging into certain places to indulge in the soft chub. Every single part of him providing him with much to hold as he slid in and out of you.

Tight velvety warmth wrapped around his cock, squeezing him every push he attempted. It was like your pussy wanted to keep him inside and he didn't deny the idea was pleasing to the mind but he had been begging to feel your pussy all day. He couldn't hold himself back much.

He had you on his lap, back against his chest and legs spread. The low vibrations of the vibrator in his hand pressed up against your clit as he continued to massage your body, rubbing the oils into your skin.

"Mmm..fuck." He mumbled, voice low and raspy. His cock sliding in and out of you in a delicious tempo that made you quiver against him. He loved the weight on him, the jiggle and the softness that your body had.

"So fucking tight.."

Mark could feel your juices run down to his balls and could hear the wet slide of the vibrator rub your clit side to side. The heat of your body making him go dumb in the head with lust.

"Baby...baby.." He whimpered.

This addicting feeling becoming so much for him in such a perfect way.

Jaebeom:

"Oh my god.." Jaebeom whispered as he pressed his lips against the fat of your ass, lips parted to sink his teeth into it.

His middle and ring finger slid between your wet slit, teasing you carefully. The slick sound making him chuckle lowly before smacking your pussy gently, the cool harsh touch of his rings making you arch your back. He looked at the phone; the camera capturing every little bit of his teasing.

He could see every bit exposed to the camera, even the soft rolls of your side and cute tummy peeking from your top. "Jae.." You whined so sweetly, it was enough to make the man coo in adoration.

"I wish you could see just how sexy you look in the camera, how wet you are." Another kiss was press to your ass then his lips kissed along your spine, fingers rubbing between both lips with ease as you grew wetter my the second. All this teasing was having you on edge, it had you growing needy for more. Even the fact that you were being video taped for his pleasure made you grow hot.

Just imagining him keeping this video to himself, whenever he was away and needed something to remind him of you; your beautiful body, sweet moans and dripping pussy would be in his phone.

Every little bit of your thickness was there for him to squeeze, grip and do whatever he pleased. With a tilt of his head, he spread both ass cheeks and exposed your tight hole. He leaned down to press a kiss to your pussy lips, licking his lips right after he had gotten a brief taste of you.

He continued to rub your slit, even teasing your clit a few times.

"Let's get you on your back, I wanna capture every thing." He whispered as his fingers pulled away, allowing you to lay on your back. The man looked hungry and you couldn't blame him, so were you.

He fixed the phone, angling it enough so that I would be able to catch everything as he ate you out.

"Legs up, beautiful."

Jackson:

Had he known you were going to wear a crop top, he would have mentally prepared himself better. The exposure of your cute tummy and the belly button piercing adding a little extra to the whole outfit.

You were sitting on his left thigh, his finger hooked into the loop of your jeans as you were talking to him. The way he was looking at you was starting make you hot and as much as he tried to be subtle with his lingering stares, he couldn't help himself from looking. It was like he was trying to keep himself from touching you but was struggling, stumbling on his words and hiding his face against your chest a few times.

He looked at you with hazy eyes and licked his lips, wetting them faintly as his hand released the loop of your jeans to run his fingertips along your bare back and up to your tummy, sinking his fingers into its softness and squeezing. You loved when he got like this, touchy but not yet venturing into something more until you did something yourself.

You figured you'd give him that extra push by grabbing hold of his other hand, guiding it up to your breasts. His eyes following your every move until his palm rested on the left one.

He squeeze, released then squeezed again with a shaky sigh. His mouth watering to get one in his mouth, he lifted your crop top over your boobs, the lace cupping of your bra making him groan lowly.

"Pretty as fuck.." He mumbled as he tugged each cup down and instantly latched his mouth onto the right one, eyes shutting closed as he felt you run your fingers through his hair. His hand at your tummy still massaging while he slipped his hand down to the front of your jeans, undoing them easily.

"Jackson..please.." You whined as you helped him slip your jeans down.

"M'gonna make you cum baby.~"

Jinyoung:

It was the late evening and Jinyoung was relaxing on the couch, occupied by a book you had suggested for him to read. Glasses resting on the bride of his nose and the dark sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up to expose his forearms.

With the combination of a pleasant story and the soft voice of you humming in the kitchen, the man was in such a state of euphoria that he literally wouldn't want anything else. He lifted his head up and tilted his head back to glance over at you but it turned into more of a stare.

A heat settling in the pit of his stomach as he watched sway your hips slowly, hypnotically in the comfort of those tight pajama shorts he had bought you. The shorts cupping the fat of your ass and shaping your thighs and hips to a point where it left little to nothing to the imagination. He was going to fuck you there, watch the way your ass jiggled as his hips collided against it because he fucking needed it.

"Shit.." He whispered to himself.

His eyes trailed up your back, recognizing the long sleeve top to be the one that was open in the front to expose a bit of cleavage. Now, he really had to his book down and look because you were looking a little too good for him to just sit there and not do or say anything.

It was also the fact that while you were shaking your hips, the thickness of your ass jiggled and it wasn't subtle either. His hands twitched, and he slowly set his bookmark between the pages before standing up.

He set it down on the coffee table and slowly treaded towards you; the music growing a little louder as he entered the kitchen. The palm of his hand softly colliding against your ass making you jolt a little in your spot.

"Hi, Jinyoung." You smiled sweetly

"Hi, baby." He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

His arms wrapped around your sides, fingers teasing the bottom of your top and inching it up slowly, exposing your soft tummy to the cool air. He spread his fingers and squeezed you in his hands as he pressed himself up against your ass.

Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he sighed.

"Take the gloves off.." He whispered lowly.

You slowly slipped the dish gloves off, a grin appearing on your lips as you felt him carefully bend you over the sink. This side of Jinyoung making your tummy tingle as he wasted no time taking what was his. One of his hands slid down to the front of your shorts, rubbing you through them teasingly.

"Gonna fuck me against this sink, handsome?"

"Absolutely.."

Youngjae:

"What I'm not understanding is how you don't think you're the most finest woman? Remember when I told you, I'd fuck that energy right out of you?" He softly grabbed your chunky thigh, sliding his hand down to the back of your knee to pull up as he fucked you from behind.

Your mind numb, filled with nothing but Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae. He was making you feel so good, here you were eyes rolled back and mouth drooling.

He pressed his lips against your cheek, whispering sweet words to you in hopes to imprint every single bit into that pretty brain of yours. His cock filled you up, defiled you with an intent to ruin you tonight and fuck was he doing a wonderful job.

"You're so gorgeous, so pretty my love. Tell me you're pretty." He released your leg to cup your cunt, fingers teasing with your swollen clit.

"Youngjae!" You moaned as your hips pushing back against him. The warmth of his body spreading to yours, hands squeezing you so tight.

"Mmm say it baby, please...let me hear you say it." He whispered lowly, smirking as you were trying your best to even get the words out. Lips quivering and body trembling against his, he only held you tighter to him, fucking you passionately.

"I'm pretty..!" You whimpered.

"That's right, yes you are.~"

Bambam:

"Can I..?" Bambam asked softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the water drenching both of you. Bare breasts pressed up against his bare chest and his arms wrapped around your soft sides.

"Yeah.." You nodded your head before tilting it to press your lips against the curve of his jaw. His hands rubbed your back, up then down in a continuous slow tempo before they dragged lower. Nails clawing at your skin until his hands made contact with the fat of your ass.

He dug his fingers into each cheek and spread them in his midst of enjoyment. His cock slipping between your chunky thighs and teasing along your slit, moving his hips back and forth in thrusts. Meanwhile, your tongue licked along his jaw and teeth nipped sensitive skin that made him moan so sweetly in your ear.

His hand rubbing and gripping each cheek until he boldly lifted up one to spank it.

"Ooh, fuck." You whimpered, the way it came out making the man bit his bottom lip. He loved the way you said it, he needed to hear more.

His nails clawed your skin harder, welts forming as he lifted his hand again to spank you. The painful sensation making your hips lightly collide with his.

"Bambam, harder...~"

This particular spank left you gasping, left you aching in a kind of way that only he could satiate. When his hand make contact with your ass for the third time in a spank, his index and middle finger gripped hard enough to touch your plump pussy lip and spread it.

"I-shit...fuck. Kiss me please please.."

Yugyeom:

"It's okay, it's just you and me..move your hips." Yugyeom whispered in your ear as he held your ass in both hands, fingertips trailing the bottom line of your shorts and slowly pulling them up higher.

He was left in just his boxers, the spandex tight and lining the thick base of his cock, a sight mouthwatering to you before he manhandled you to sit your pretty little ass on his dick.

He licked his lips as he watched you grind yourself on him, slowly nodding his head because goddamn weren't you just sexiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on. Eyes taking in the stretch marks and the faint freckles and moles.

Grinding to get some sort of friction against that pretty pussy of yours, he gripped your ass harshly as if he wanted to leave his handprints on your skin as a reminder that you belong to him.

One hand roamed to grip the connecting fat of your thigh and ass, jiggling it lightly just to get a sight. "Fucking hell.." He gripped your tummy, the chunky fat making him groan in lust.

"Do you feel me sweetheart? You feel how hard you fucking make me?" He pushed his hips up.

"Mhmm." You nodded your head enthusiastically, of course you could feel him and you were shamefully drenched by the feeling of it.

"So fucking cute.."

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Stop the world I wanna get off with you

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.

wc: 7.2k

warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.

(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕

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You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.

"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.

"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.

There was only one place you'd find him now.

You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.

You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.

shownuxhyungwon

94.10.06 ♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOOHEON! — top 10 stage looks

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Chubby girls in crop tops. Chubby girls in tank tops. Chubby girls in mini skirts. Chubby girls in short shorts. Arms out. Legs out. Thighs out. Ass out. Tits out. I will support it every single time. There’s no reason to hide your body because you’re scared it’s too much for other people. Your body’s literally gorgeous. If you see something and wanna wear it, put that shit on 🩷

A Private Escape with Josh

The soft hum of cicadas filled the night air as you stepped out onto the private compound’s veranda, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. The stars above seemed to twinkle brighter here, away from the city lights, and the tranquility was almost surreal. Almost. Because the moment you heard Josh’s voice behind you, your heart skipped a beat.

“Glad you made it,” he said, his tone warm and low, carrying that familiar charm that always felt like it was just for you. You turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his white linen shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing just enough to make your breath catch. He smiled—that smile that always felt like a secret shared between the two of you. “I was starting to think you got lost.”

You chuckled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Me? Get lost? I think you’re forgetting who has the better sense of direction here.”

Josh stepped closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, I remember. You’re the one who got us into that maze of alleys in Manila last time. But hey, it led to that amazing street food place, so I’ll let it slide.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your stomach fluttered as he closed the distance between you. His presence was intoxicating, and now, with no fans or cameras around, it felt like the whole world had shrunk to just the two of you. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

“It’s nice to finally have some time to ourselves,” he said softly, his gaze locking onto yours. “No schedules, no interruptions—just us.”

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I was thinking the same thing. It’s been so long since we’ve had a moment like this.”

He stepped even closer, his hand now resting lightly on your hip. “Well, let’s make the most of it, yeah?”

The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, and you could feel your pulse quicken. Josh’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was trying to read your thoughts. His thumb traced small circles on your hip, and you could feel the heat of his touch even through the fabric of your dress.

“Josh,” you breathed, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve missed this. Missed you.”

He smiled, a slow, lazy grin that made your knees weak. “I’ve missed you too. More than you know.”

And then, without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was tender, almost hesitant, as if he were savoring the moment. But when you responded by deepening the kiss, he let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

The kiss quickly turned fervent, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. His hands roamed your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer. The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but the feel of his body against yours and the taste of his lips.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together. Josh’s eyes were dark with desire, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart race.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Waiting for you.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Me too. But now that I’m here, I don’t want to waste a single second.”

Josh’s lips curved into a smirk, and he kissed you again, this time with a passion that left you dizzy. His hands moved to the hem of your dress, and he began to inch it upward, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body. You gasped into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you back into the house.

He set you down gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood between your legs. His fingers trailed up your thighs, and you shivered at the sensation, your breath hitching as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his lips hot against your skin.

“Josh,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “I need you.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And with that, he kissed you again, his hands moving to the buttons of your dress as he slowly undressed you, his touch reverent. As the fabric pooled at your feet, he trailed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and further still, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. When it finally fell away, you couldn’t help but admire the lean muscles of his chest, the way they shifted as he moved. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours once more, and you could feel the heat of his body pressing against you, igniting a fire deep within.

“Josh,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as he kissed down your body, his tongue flicking against your sensitive spots. “Please…”

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with need, and you could see the desire burning in them. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice rough with want.

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. “I want you. All of you.”

He smiled, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants, and you watched as he slowly undressed, your breath catching at the sight of him. His body was a masterpiece, and you couldn’t help but reach out, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Josh chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss you again. “Not as beautiful as you.”

And then, without another word, he gently laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you arched into his touch, desperate for more.

As he finally entered you, a moan escaped your lips, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked on yours as he whispered your name, his voice filled with a raw, unbridled passion.

The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but the feel of his body against yours and the sound of your mingled breaths. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust felt like it was building towards something more, something indescribable.

“Josh,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair as the pleasure began to build, threatening to consume you. “I’m so close…”

He kissed you deeply, his movements growing more urgent as he whispered, “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And with that, the dam broke, and you were swept away in a wave of ecstasy, your body trembling as he followed you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with the scent of sweat and satisfaction. Josh’s forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy as he whispered, “That was…”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Perfect.”

He kissed you again, his lips soft and tender, and you could feel the promise in it. The promise of more to come.

But for now, you were content to lie there, wrapped in his arms, savoring the moment before he whispered, “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”

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Forbidden Midnight Awakening

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the moon slipping through the blinds. Ken lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts he couldn’t silence. Sleep, he told himself. You need sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, her face flickered in his mind, taunting him. Stell’s sister—Lia. The moment Stell had introduced her to the group, Ken had been captivated. Her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she carried herself with effortless grace. But she was off-limits. Stell’s sister. Forbidden.

Ken sighed, running a hand through his hair. The faint sound of footsteps in the kitchen caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be her? He shouldn’t go. He knew he shouldn’t. But his body moved before his mind could stop him, his bare feet padding softly across the cool floor.

The kitchen was bathed in moonlight, and there she was. Lia, standing by the sink, her back to him, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. She wore a loose t-shirt that barely reached her thighs, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made Ken’s breath hitch. She turned, startled by his presence.

“Oh, Ken,” she said softly, her voice like velvet in the quiet of the night. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I didn’t mean to.”

Their eyes met, and the air between them shifted. Intense. The kind of intensity that made Ken’s chest tighten and his pulse quicken. Neither of them looked away, the silence stretching on, charged with something unspoken.

Lia broke the gaze first, her cheeks flushing as she turned back to the sink. “Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Ken admitted, stepping closer. “You?”

“Not really,” she replied, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her t-shirt. “I guess it’s just been… a lot lately.”

Ken nodded, though he wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. All he could focus on was the way her skin glowed in the moonlight, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed, the way her presence seemed to fill the room entirely. He took another step closer, and this time, she didn’t move away.

“Ken…” she started, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t…”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice low, almost a growl. “But I can’t help it.”

Her eyes met his again, and this time, there was no hesitation. The tension between them was palpable, a slow burn that had been building since the moment they met. Ken reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and Lia leaned into his touch, her breath hitching.

“This is wrong,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her words, leaning closer to him.

“It doesn’t feel wrong,” Ken murmured, his voice rough with desire. His other hand found her waist, pulling her gently but firmly against him. She fit perfectly, her curves molding to his body in a way that made his head spin.

Lia’s hands found his chest, her fingers trembling as they splayed across the fabric of his shirt. “Ken…” she breathed, her voice a plea, a warning, an invitation all at once.

Their lips were inches apart, the air between them crackling with electricity. Ken could feel her breath on his skin, warm and inviting. He wanted to kiss her, to lose himself in her, to feel every inch of her against him. But he hesitated, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And I will.”

Lia didn’t answer. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a kiss so soft, so tentative, it sent shivers down his spine. Ken’s restraint shattered in an instant. He deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together with no space left between them.

Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, years of pent-up desire spilling out in that one moment. Ken’s heart pounded in his chest, his entire world narrowing down to the feel of her lips on his, the taste of her on his tongue.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Ken’s hands trembled as they cupped her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks.

“Lia…” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desperation. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you… since the moment I saw you.”

Her eyes softened, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “Me too,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “But Ken… what about Stell? What about the others?”

Ken hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. But then she kissed him again, and all thoughts of consequences vanished. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the counter, setting her down gently before stepping between her thighs.

“Let me show you,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding under her shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her waist. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

Lia’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “Show me.”

Ken pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before his hands returned to her, exploring every inch of her body with agonizing slowness. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while his hands worked to remove her shirt, revealing the soft curves of her body in the moonlight.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “So damn beautiful.”

Lia’s hands trembled as they traced the contours of his chest, her touch sending sparks of electricity through him. “Ken…” she breathed, her voice filled with longing. “Please…”

Her plea was all he needed. His hands slid down her thighs, gently parting them as he stepped closer, their bodies pressed together in a way that made it impossible to think straight. His lips found hers again, the kiss deepening as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.

Every touch, every kiss, every breath was slow and deliberate, a dance of anticipation and desire that left them both trembling. Ken’s hands explored her body with a tenderness that made Lia’s heart ache, every movement designed to make her feel cherished, adored.

“Ken…” she whispered, her voice breaking as his lips trailed down her collarbone. “I… I need you.”

He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, and nodded. “You have me,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “All of me.”

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Josh's Surprise Night with Ken

The hotel room buzzed with the kind of quiet tension that only comes when something unexpected is about to happen. You stretched out on the bed, the sheets still warm from Josh’s body, his scent lingering in the air like a promise. You’d followed him across continents, from Manila to Los Angeles, always finding your way into his bed after the concerts. It had become a ritual, a secret between the two of you—until tonight.

The knock on the door was soft but deliberate, and your head snapped up. Josh, standing by the minibar with a bottle of water in hand, paused mid-sip. His brow furrowed, and he set the bottle down, his eyes flicking to you. “Were you expecting someone?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of curiosity mixed with something else—anticipation, maybe.

You shook your head, sitting up and pulling the sheet around you. “No,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The knock came again, more insistent this time, and Josh sighed, running a hand through his hair before crossing the room to open the door.

You weren’t sure what you expected—a fan, maybe, or a member of the hotel staff. What you didn’t expect was Ken.

He stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, his signature smirk playing on his lips. “Hey, Josh,” Ken said, his voice smooth, almost teasing. “Mind if I come in?”

Josh hesitated, glancing back at you, and for a moment, you thought he might say no. But then he stepped aside, letting Ken into the room. “What’s up, man?” Josh asked, his tone casual, but you could hear the undercurrent of tension in his voice.

Ken’s eyes landed on you, and that smirk widened. “Oh, I see you’re… busy,” he said, his gaze raking over you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

You swallowed, your heart racing. “No, it’s… it’s fine,” you managed to say, though your voice betrayed your nerves.

Ken stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darting between you and Josh. “Actually,” he began, his tone light, almost playful, “I was hoping we could all… hang out. Together.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Josh let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Ken, man, what are you talking about?”

Ken pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to Josh, his expression serious now. “You know what I’m talking about,” he said, his voice dropping. “We’ve been on this tour for months, and I’ve seen the way you look at her, the way she looks at you. I’m not blind, Josh. And I… I want in.”

Josh’s eyes widened, and he glanced at you again, his expression unreadable. “Ken, this is…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair again. “This is crazy.”

“Is it, though?” Ken asked, taking another step closer, his voice soft, almost coaxing. “Think about it, Josh. We’ve been through so much together, and tonight… tonight could be something special. For all of us.”

You could feel the tension in the room thickening, the air growing heavier with each passing second. Your heart was pounding now, your mind racing. This wasn’t part of the plan—this wasn’t supposed to happen. But as you looked at Ken, his intense gaze locking with yours, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity—and something else, something hotter, more primal.

Josh let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “You’re serious,” he said, his voice quiet.

“Dead serious,” Ken replied, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I think… I think she’s curious too.”

You didn’t say anything, but your silence was answer enough. Josh looked at you, his eyes searching yours, and then he nodded, almost imperceptibly. “Alright,” he said, his voice steady now. “Let’s… see where this goes.”

Ken’s smirk returned, and he stepped closer to you, his movements slow, deliberate. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.

You felt your breath catch, your heart thundering in your chest. “Ken…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and you felt a surge of heat flood your body. His kiss was tentative at first, almost soft, as though he were testing the waters. But then his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you in a way that left you breathless.

You could feel Josh’s eyes on you, watching, and the thought of him seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so exposed, only made the fire inside you burn hotter. You reached out, your hand finding his, and you pulled him into the moment, the three of you connected in a way that felt both electric and inevitable.

Josh’s hand cupped your cheek, and he leaned in, kissing you with a intensity that matched Ken’s. You felt dizzy, caught between the two of them, their hands roaming your body, their mouths claiming yours in turns. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you found yourself melting into their touch, your body arching into theirs as the room seemed to fade away.

Ken’s hands found the hem of your shirt, and he pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took you in, his breath hitching slightly. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his hands trailing down your sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Josh’s lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you moaned, your head falling back as the sensations threatened to consume you. His hands joined Ken’s, exploring your body with a hunger that matched your own.

The two of them worked in tandem, their touches driving you wild, their kisses leaving you breathless. You felt Ken’s hands on your waist, guiding you back onto the bed, and you went willingly, your body trembling with anticipation.

Josh followed, his eyes never leaving yours, and you could see the hunger in his gaze, the need that mirrored your own. Ken knelt beside the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs, his touch sending shivers through you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

You felt Josh’s lips on your collarbone, his teeth nipping lightly, and you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair. Ken’s hands continued their exploration, moving higher, and you felt your breath catch as his fingers brushed against your core.

“Josh,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “Ken… I…”

“Shh,” Ken murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. “Just let go. Let us take care of you.”

You nodded, your body arching into their touches, your mind spinning with the intensity of it all. Josh’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep, demanding, and you felt yourself giving in, surrendering to the moment, to the two of them.

Ken’s fingers teased you, his touch light, almost maddening, and you gasped, your hands tightening in Josh’s hair. “Ken, please…” you begged, your voice breaking.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. “Patience,” he murmured, his voice teasing. “We’ve got all night.”

Josh pulled back, his eyes locking with yours, and you could see the heat in his gaze, the desire that matched your own. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost possessive. “And tonight… you’re ours.”

You felt a shiver run through you, and your body arched into theirs, your need for them overwhelming. Ken’s fingers found their mark, and you cried out, your mind spiraling as the pleasure threatened to consume you.

“Josh…” you moaned, your voice trembling. “Ken… I can’t…” Josh leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and you felt his hand move down your body, joining Ken’s. The two of them worked together, their touches driving you closer to the edge, their whispers in your ear urging you on.

“Let go,” Ken murmured, his voice low, almost commanding. “We’ve got you.”

You felt the tension building, your body trembling with the effort to hold on, but then Josh’s lips found yours again, his kiss hard, demanding, and you felt yourself falling, your body convulsing as the pleasure washed over you. You cried out, your hands gripping theirs as the waves of ecstasy crashed through you, leaving you breathless, spent.

Josh pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and you could see the hunger in his gaze, the need that mirrored your own. Ken’s hands were still on you, his touch gentle now, almost soothing, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you, even as your body hummed with the afterglow.

“You okay?” Josh asked, his voice soft, almost tender.

You nodded, your breath still coming in short gasps. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m… I’m okay.”

Ken leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and you felt a shiver run through you. “Good,” he murmured, his voice low, almost possessive. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt a surge of anticipation, your body responding to his words even before his hands began to move again. Josh’s lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as the two of them took control, their touches driving you wild.

“Josh…” you gasped, your voice trembling. “Ken… I…”

“Shh,” Ken murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. “Just let us take care of you.”

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Pablo's Eternal Desire

The soft hum of the city outside was muffled by the thick curtains drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite. Pablo had insisted on this place, something luxurious, something that felt like a world away from the chaos of his life with SB19. Three years, he thought as he leaned against the doorway, watching you. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your dress. He could see the way your shoulders tensed, the way your breath hitched ever so slightly when you glanced up at him.

“Pablo,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper, “you didn’t have to do all this. It’s just our anniversary.”

“Just our anniversary?” He took a step forward, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping over warm bread. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ve been my rock for three years. Every time I’m on stage, every time I feel like the world is too much, you’re there. Tonight is about you.”

Your eyes met his, and the intensity in his gaze made your stomach twist in the best way. He moved closer, each step deliberate, until he was standing right in front of you. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice a command yet soft, almost pleading. You obeyed, your eyes locking with his. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “You’re breathtaking. Do you know that?”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. His lips curved into a smirk, and he knelt down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you. How much I want you.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. You felt your breath quicken as his fingers found the edge of your panties. He paused, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me you want this too.”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “Yes, Pablo.”

He grinned, that same boyish grin that had made you fall for him in the first place. Slowly, he slid the fabric down your legs, his fingers grazing your skin. His hands moved back up, this time massaging your thighs, the pressure just enough to make your muscles relax. His touch was both firm and gentle, a skill he had perfected over the years.

“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his hands working their magic. “Let me help you.”

He moved closer, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Your hands instinctively went to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. He chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“You know I do,” you breathed, your voice barely audible.

He continued his slow, torturous path upward, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. When he finally reached your core, you felt like you might combust. His tongue flicked against you, and you gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. He chuckled again, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“You taste amazing,” he said, his voice muffled against you. “I could do this all night.”

“Please,” you begged, your hips arching toward him.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing you until you were squirming beneath him. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he worked his magic. You could feel the heat building inside you, threatening to explode at any moment.

“Pablo,” you moaned, your voice trembling with need.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Let go for me.”

And you did. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you under and leaving you breathless. He didn’t stop until every last shudder had passed through you, his lips and tongue coaxing every ounce of pleasure from your body.

When he finally pulled away, you were left panting, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. He stood up, his hands cupping your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him, and the thought only made you want him more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “I want to make love to you tonight. Slowly, deeply. I want to feel every inch of you.”

You nodded, unable to form words. He smiled, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. He took his time, each button undone with agonizing slowness. When the shirt finally fell to the floor, your eyes raked over his chest, taking in every inch of his toned body.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice teasing.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “I love it,” you whispered.

He grinned, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. He stepped back, stripping them off with practiced ease. When he stood before you, completely bare, you couldn’t help but stare. He was perfect, every inch of him.

“Come here,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding.

You stood, your dress falling to the floor as you moved toward him. His hands found your hips, pulling you close. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the hardness of his arousal pressing into your stomach.

“I want to feel you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “All of you.”

His hands moved to your back, unfastening your bra with ease. When it fell away, his lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “I love how you react to me.”

His lips trailed down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he reached your breasts, he took one into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic.

“Pablo,” you moaned, your voice trembling with need.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, his hands moving to your hips. “Turn around.”

You obeyed, your heart racing as you turned your back to him. His hands slid down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. When he reached your ass, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his lips pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “I could spend hours worshiping your body.”

You felt his hands move to your hips, his body pressing against yours. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling with desire.

He reached down, his fingers finding your wetness. He teased you, his fingers sliding through your folds before pressing inside. You moaned, your hips arching back against him.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets for support. “Please, Pablo.”

He didn’t hesitate. With one smooth motion, he was inside you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body arching back against him as he began to move. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. “So tight, so perfect.”

You moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he moved inside you. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you breathless. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered words of praise.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

His hands moved to your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples as he continued to thrust into you. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and you felt yourself nearing the edge.

“Pablo,” you moaned, your voice trembling with need. “I’m close.”

“Let go,” he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding. “Come for me.”

And you did. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you under and leaving you breathless. He continued to thrust into you, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. When he finally came, his body shuddering against yours, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you.

He didn’t pull away immediately, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft yet filled with meaning. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning.

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frenchkisstheabyss

Every time we’re approaching summer I like to remind everyone that a chubby body is a summer body. I repeat:

✨ CHUBBY BODIES ARE SUMMER BODIES ✨

You’re gonna see a lot of people telling you it’s time to get in the gym, time to lose weight, time to do this or that so your body can be summer ready but it already is. Back rolls, stretch marks, cellulite and all.

Your body’s ready for the sun so don’t let me catch you hiding it 🩷

sluttyten

All My Love

(formerly just known as poly series)

COMPLETE | ~200k length | Smut, check content warnings

a smutty series where YN meets and falls in love with 14 members of NCT. Smut, smut, more smut, with some fluff and angst and things. All current members are mentioned in the story, but not all of them are involved in the smut.

bulletpointed parts are drabbles, not really necessary to the storyline, so you can skip them if you want

i. can’t we share - 17.1k, a chance encounter leads to you meeting and falling in love with them all, and why bother choosing between them when you can have them all?

ii. naughty & nice - 6.8k, it’s Christmas and you make yourself a present for your boyfriends, but Kun, Doyoung, and Ten are the only ones who get to unwrap you

let the day pass us by - 2.8k, you spend a little cuddly, sexy quality time with jaehyun

iii. all you need - 22.8k, more of the poly orgy smut OR being in love with and making love with all twelve of your boyfriends is easy, they brighten your days and your nights, and it’s a lot but it’s all yours

never: a drabble - 2.5k, during the tour bus scene of All You Need, Haechan is elsewhere although he wishes he’d have been there. And then you’ve got poor YangYang, who has also played unfortunate witness to your relationship antics.

iv. love me - 10.5k, it’s been a month since where you left things in your relationship with the boys, and you’re trying to get over them, but how can you do that when they want so badly to be loved by you?

v. never enough - 18.9k, in the end it comes down to this: hands on skin, rolling bodies, tongues and teeth, and so many things happening, yet it’s still never quite enough (pure smut, honestly)

vi. traces of you - 23.8k, there’s so much love to go around, quiet moments and hot nights, the press of skin on skin, whispered promises and I love yous, and under it all just the constant beating of a heart loved.

mornings like this - 3.1k, set during the events of traces of you, you wake on a hot summer morning and one of your boyfriends distracts you from making breakfast

vii. good thing - 13k, after the bombshell realization you need to uncover the truth. this is the aftermath.

viii. coming home - 21.3k, when you found out you were pregnant, you worried you’d have to go it alone, but instead you find that you have quite a lot of support, several boyfriends that love you wholeheartedly, and a place to call home

gimme that: a drabble - 7.2k, taking place shortly after you’d moved in to the house with them, you’re dealing with a bothersome pregnancy symptom, and Xiaojun wants to be there with you. Hendery finds his curiosity sparked.

ix. adore you - 32.8k, these last months of your pregnancy bring delights and troubles, but it all culminates in the true wonder of holding your daughter in your arms with her father at your side

x. fresh air - 28k, the first few months of life with your boyfriends and your newborn daughter bring numerous hardships that none of you were truly prepared for

xi. let me - 43.4k, this relationship has been hard and getting harder with the birth of your daughter, the rumors, the breakups, and now you just hope you’ll get your happily ever after

xii. last piece: an epilogue - 9.9k, Jaehyun’s always wanted a child with you throughout the entirety of this polyamorous relationship, and after having three kids with other men, you’ve decided, it’s time that you and Jaehyun give it a try

holybibly

ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕞 | 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: smut, idol!Au, s2l, fragment of life

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 12,9k

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Seven times you've been lucky, on the eighth Song Mingi from Ateez shows you a side of himself that his fans will probably never get to know.

𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: Pervert Idol! Mingi, Unprotected sex, stomach bulge, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, face fucking, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, сreampie, sexual audio recording, rough sex, praise kink and more.

𝔸/ℕ: Wrote this overnight, it's really crazy. Gosh, I am so excited to show you the handsome Mingi who has become a favourite for an overnight train ride poll. I hope it lives up to your expectations. This is one of the 4 pieces I've been working on. It brings us closer to a tender and sensual smut with Seonghwa (I'm still suffering from the idea).

I'll make a masterlist this weekend.

Comments, reblogs and questions are always welcome. I'm completely open to communication, so don't be shy bunnies. We have a safe space here.

Lots of love to you all. Have fun on your night train ride with Mingi.

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Johnny's Devoted Fan Surrenders

Johnny's fingers deftly worked the ropes, binding Emily to the chair with practiced precision. Each knot he tied sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. The coarse texture of the rope grazed against her skin, leaving a faint, tingling sensation that contrasted sharply with the plush padding of the chair beneath her. He secured her wrists to the armrests, ensuring they were just tight enough to be a bit uncomfortable, but not enough to cause real pain. Her ankles were similarly bound to the legs of the chair, rendering her completely immobile.

"Perfect," Johnny murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through Emily. She could feel his breath on her neck as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "You look so beautiful like this, my little submissive."

He stepped back momentarily, and she heard the soft rustle of fabric as he blindfolded her. The darkness enveloped her, heightening her other senses. She could hear every little sound—the distant hum of the concert venue, the faint chatter of staff members outside the room, and the steady rhythm of Johnny’s breathing. The air smelled faintly of leather and musk, a scent that seemed to cling to Johnny, enveloping her in an intoxicating cloud.

Johnny's hands moved to her chest, gently cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them until they hardened into tight buds. Emily gasped, her breath hitching as a wave of arousal crashed over her. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, a wetness that betrayed her growing need.

"Such a good girl," Johnny whispered, his voice dripping with approval. "Do you want more?"

Emily nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," he repeated, his hands sliding down to her waist. He undid the button of her jeans, slowly tugging them down over her hips. The cool air of the room hit her bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms and legs. He slipped his hands inside her panties, his fingers finding their way to her slick core.

Johnny's touch was electric, his fingers stroking her clit with expert precision. Emily's back arched involuntarily, pressing herself further into his hand. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment. But Johnny had other plans. He pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching for more.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "I want you to squirt for me, Emily. Can you do that?"

She nodded again, desperate to please him. "Yes, I can try."

Johnny knelt in front of her, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Emily moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. His tongue was warm and velvety, lapping at her folds with a rhythmic precision that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. He flicked his tongue over her clit, then traced circles around it, never staying in one place long enough to allow her to fully climax.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice muffled by her flesh. "Feel it, Emily. Feel how wet you are for me."

Her hips bucked against his mouth, driving herself harder onto his tongue. She could feel the pressure building inside her, a tension that demanded release. Johnny's hands gripped her thighs, steadying her as he continued to tease and torment her with his tongue.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I need... I need to come."

Johnny paused for a moment, looking up at her with dark, smoldering eyes. "Are you ready to squirt for me, baby? Are you ready to show me how much you want this?"

Emily nodded frantically, tears of frustration and desire blurring her vision behind the blindfold. "Yes, yes, I'm ready!"

With a wicked grin, Johnny returned his attention to her pussy, his tongue working faster now. He pressed harder, his tongue thrusting in and out of her with a relentless pace. Emily's body tensed, her muscles quivering with the effort to hold back. But it was no use. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a torrent of pleasure that washed over her entire being.

Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as she came. Johnny kept his mouth firmly pressed against her, swallowing every drop of her release. Emily felt like she was floating, her mind disconnected from her body as the orgasm tore through her. She could feel liquid gushing from her, soaking into Johnny's mouth and drenching his face.

As the last shudder of her orgasm subsided, Emily collapsed against the restraints, gasping for breath. Johnny stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at her, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Well done, baby," he purred, his voice thick with arousal. "You made quite a mess for me."

Emily could only manage a weak nod, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Johnny reached down, untying her wrists and ankles, releasing her from the chair. He helped her stand, guiding her to the edge of the bed where he laid her down.

"Now," he said, crawling onto the bed beside her. "Let's see if we can make this even better."

Emily's heart raced as she felt Johnny position himself between her legs once more. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, the head slick with her juices. He teased her, sliding just the tip inside before pulling back, driving her mad with desire.

"Tell me what you want," Johnny demanded, his voice a harsh command. "Tell me, or I won't give it to you."

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Jooheon's Passion for His Black Sugar Baby

A/N: Sorry, I didn’t post in a long time.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight flickering on the walls. Jooheon stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the city skyline. His eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for her arrival. The anticipation was palpable, a thick tension in the air that made his heart race. He had been counting down the minutes all day, his mind wandering to thoughts of her and what they would do tonight.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder with each step. Jooheon's breath hitched in his throat as he heard the door handle turn. With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing her standing there in all her glory. Her dark skin glowed under the soft light, her curves accentuated by the tight dress she wore. She smiled at him, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Hey, sugar daddy," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Miss me?"

Jooheon couldn't help but grin, his eyes tracing every inch of her body. "Always," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Come here."

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. When she reached him, he grasped her wrist gently, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Their eyes locked, and Jooheon felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. He could see the hunger in her gaze, the same need that burned within him.

"You look amazing," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Did you miss me too?"

She let out a soft moan, her breath hot against his neck. "Every second," she breathed. "I've been thinking about this all day."

Jooheon's hands moved to her waist, sliding under the hem of her dress to caress her bare skin. She shivered at his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other with eager fervor.

As the kiss deepened, Jooheon's hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. She whimpered into his mouth, grinding herself against him. He could feel her heat, her wetness pressing against his hard length, and it took everything in him not to lose control right then and there.

Breaking the kiss, Jooheon pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his voice a ragged whisper. "Tell me how bad you need this."

Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her eyes glassy with desire. "I need you inside me, Jooheon," she panted. "Please, I can't wait anymore. Fuck me."

Jooheon's control snapped at her words. He reached down, yanking her dress up over her hips. She gasped, stepping out of it and kicking it aside. Her panties followed suit, leaving her completely bare before him. Without hesitation, he lifted her onto the nearby table, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them.

Their eyes never broke contact as he bent down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She cried out, arching her back and clawing at his hair. He alternated between her breasts, licking and biting until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm. "Watch me while I make you come."

She obeyed, locking her gaze on his as he slid a hand down to her core. Two fingers pushed inside her, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He began to pump them in and out, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Her hips bucked with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more urgent.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Feel how wet you are for me. Tell me how much you love it."

"Oh God, yes," she gasped. "I love it, Jooheon. I love feeling your fingers inside me. Make me come, please."

He increased his pace, curling his fingers inside her to stroke that sensitive spot. Her breathing became erratic, her body tense with anticipation. He watched as she clenched around his fingers, her orgasm building fast and hard.

"Almost there," he teased, slowing his movements to edge her closer. "Just a little longer, my sweet girl."

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "No, don't stop," she begged. "I can't... I'm so close..."

Jooheon smirked, enjoying the power he held over her. "Not yet," he said firmly. "You're going to wait for my cock, understand?"

She nodded frantically, her vision swimming with need. "Yes, anything," she choked out. "Just don't stop."

Withdrawing his fingers, Jooheon stood up and stripped off his clothes in record time. He was already rock hard, the sight of her desperation driving him wild. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her folds.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes, now."

He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies finally connected in the way they had both craved. Jooheon started to move, slow and steady at first, savoring the feel of her tightness gripping him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, his eyes locked on hers. "So wet, so tight. You're perfect for me."

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back. "Harder," she gasped. "Please, Jooheon, fuck me harder."

He obliged, increasing his speed and depth. Her head fell back against the table, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. Jooheon kept his gaze glued to hers, watching as her face contorted with ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take it all. Let me see how much you love it."

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Yes, oh God, yes," she screamed. "I love it, I love you fucking me like this."

He could feel her orgasm approaching, her inner muscles clenching around him. He knew he could make her come again, push her over that edge just like before. But he wanted to draw it out, make her beg for it.

Slowing his pace once more, he hovered on the brink of release, his own need threatening to overwhelm him. "Not yet," he growled. "You're not coming until I say so."

She whimpered, her body quivering with frustration. "Please, Jooheon, I can't hold back," she pleaded. "Let me come with you."

His control nearly shattered at her words. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. But he wanted her to beg, to plead for it.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice strained. "Tell me how much you need it."

She looked up at him, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I need it, Jooheon," she sobbed. "I need you to make me come. Please, I'm begging you."

And with that, Jooheon lost all restraint.

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Johnny's Devoted Fan Surrenders

Emily's heart pounded in her chest as she slipped through the backstage door, the cool air of the venue a stark contrast to the heat of the crowd outside. She clutched her pass tightly, the laminated card feeling like a lifeline as she navigated the maze of corridors. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of him—Johnny Suh. The man who had haunted her dreams for years, the reason she had traveled halfway across the world.

She heard voices ahead, deep and familiar. Her pulse quickened; she was close. Pushing forward, she rounded a corner and there he was, towering over his bandmates, a commanding presence even in casual conversation. His dark hair was tousled from the performance, and his smile, though tired, still held that irresistible charm. Emily felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Johnny!" Her voice rang out, sudden and desperate. Heads turned, including his. His eyes met hers, curiosity and recognition flickering in their depths.

"Hey, you okay?" Johnny stepped toward her, his tone concerned but gentle.

Emily swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "I-I need to talk to you," she stammered, her courage faltering.

Johnny nodded, exchanging a glance with Taeyong before turning back to her. "Alright, come with me."

He led her to a quieter part of the backstage area, away from prying eyes. Emily followed, her legs trembling beneath her. When they reached a secluded corner, Johnny turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"What’s up?" he asked, leaning against the wall casually, but his eyes never left hers.

Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I’m a huge fan of yours, Johnny. I mean, of NCT 127. But... especially you." Her cheeks flushed as she admitted her secret obsession.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a faint smile. "That’s flattering, thank you." His gaze softened, almost predatory, as he studied her. "But why go through all this trouble? Why here?"

Emily's heart raced; this was it. "I... I’ve always wanted to be more than just a fan. I want to submit to you. Completely." Her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with raw vulnerability.

Johnny straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Submit?" he echoed, his tone cautious.

Emily nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes. I’ve fantasized about it for so long. About us. About what it would be like if you were my... if you were my Daddy."

Johnny's expression darkened, a mix of surprise and interest flashing across his features. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Emily swallowed, her resolve solidifying. "Yes. I trust you completely."

Johnny nodded slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Alright then, let’s see how devoted you really are." He reached out, cupping her chin gently but firmly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Kneel for me, baby."

Emily’s knees trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and adoring.

Johnny’s fingers trailed down her jawline, brushing against her neck before slipping beneath her chin. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. "Now, tell me what you want."

Emily's breath hitched, her voice trembling. "I want you to take control. To use me however you want."

Johnny’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice dripping with promise. He reached down, palming her breast through her thin concert t-shirt, his touch firm yet teasing. "Undo your pants and show me how wet you are for me."

Emily’s fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, her hands shaking with anticipation. She slid them down, revealing the matching lace thong she wore. Johnny’s gaze dropped, lingering on the fabric that hid nothing from his keen eyes.

"Take it off," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Emily obeyed, shimmying out of her thong, leaving her fully exposed to his scrutiny. Johnny’s gaze raked over her, his expression one of hungry approval.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, kneeling down to bring himself level with her.

Emily complied, her legs parting eagerly. Johnny reached out, his fingers running along her slick folds, dipping inside to test her readiness. Emily gasped, her body arching into his touch.

"So wet for me already," Johnny purred, his fingers delving deeper. "Such a good girl."

Emily moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Please, Daddy, I need more," she begged, her voice laced with desperation.

Johnny’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Not yet, baby. Let’s see how much you can take first." He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, licking along her slit with slow, deliberate strokes.

Emily cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Johnny’s tongue flicked against her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

"Daddy, please, I’m gonna..." Emily’s voice broke, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.

Johnny pulled back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet, sweetheart. Save it for later." He stood up, reaching down to lift her to her feet. "Come on, let’s find somewhere more private."

Gripping her hand tightly, Johnny led her deeper into the labyrinth of backstage corridors, his steps swift and purposeful. Emily followed, her mind a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation. They emerged into a dimly lit room, likely a storage area, and Johnny wasted no time in securing the door behind them.

Turning to face her, he pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressing into hers. "Ready to surrender, baby?" he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

Emily nodded fervently, her breathing ragged. "Yes, Daddy, anything you want."

Johnny’s eyes darkened with desire. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice a seductive growl.

Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, anything."

Johnny’s hand slid down to palm her mound once more, his fingers finding her entrance again. "Then let’s make this unforgettable," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her with ease. "For both of us."

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