⟢ note || should i finish my other two wips that i started first? no, i'll do this instead || EDIT: continuation for the jongseob blurb here!
HYUNG LINE / MASTERLIST
—⊹₊⟡⋆ INTAK
The sight of Intak under you, crying from being all fucked out and dumb from overstimulation, is one that you’ll never get tired of.
Not with the way he sniffles as he repeats your name like a prayer, not while he’s fighting his glassy eyes to stay open, not while he’s clawing at your unrelenting hips as you ride him with no mercy for how sensitive he is from already coming twice.
But despite everything, he’s still hard and throbbing inside you and begging you to keep going, please don’t stop, give him another, and who are you to deny that wide, starry-eyed gaze.
“You’re so needy, Takki,” you coo through your heavy breaths, sliding one hand up to wrap around his neck. “Already gave you two and you want another?”
He whines when your fingers squeeze down at the sides of his neck, his eyes rolling back while his kiss bitten lips fall open, giving way to panting breaths.
You can feel the way his muscles go taut under you as you fuck him to his edge, can feel him pulsing against your walls. His breaths start to get all high and frantic, his hips driving up in quick, pathetic little rolls, and he fucks himself up into you right until—
Your ringtone pierces through and shatters the moment. You land down on his twitching hips with a frustrated breath. Intak whines, mourning the loss of stimulation as you reach over to the nightstand.
“No, mm, please don’t,” Intak pleads you, his hands reaching out for your waist as he keeps trying to buck up into you in search of that lost high.
But you keep yourself still over him, grabbing his wrist and pinning it down to the bed. “You can hold for just a minute,” you scold him, then lean down to peck his lips when he lets out a whimper that tugs at your heartstrings.
The kiss seems to settle him just a little; he sighs deeply and nods, letting his body go lax as much as it can while it’s still trembling from the loss.
You answer the phone, bringing it up to your ear as you soothe your hand over Intak’s twitching stomach. “Hello?”
“Hey!” It’s Jiung’s voice. “Is Intak with you? He’s not picking up his phone.”
You look down at Intak, whose eyes are unfocused and glued onto your lips. He’s not processing a single word.
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“Great, can I talk to him for a bit?”
You’re about to deny him, but the sadistic part of you sings at the chance to torture your whiney boy just a little more. “Of course.”
Intak’s eyes start to clear when he sees that grin curling on your face. You put the phone on speaker before dropping it beside Intak’s head, and that has Intak blinking up at you all wide and confused.
“It’s Jiung,” you tell him, then brace your hands on his stomach and lift yourself up his cock slowly.
A moan threatens to escape at the sudden stimulation but you see him quickly bite it back before it can spill.
“H-Hyung,” he bites out through a rough breath, his face twisting in pain when you start to fuck yourself slowly down on him.
“Intak-ah,” you hear Jiung say. “I had an idea for WASP.”
The way Intak physically fights to hold his noises has a smile pulling on your lips despite the way he’s glaring weakly up at you.
“T-That’s— We talked about that already,” Intak says through laboured breaths. “Jongseob— mm—“
“Yeah, I know I know,” Jiung interrupts, sounding a little miffed. “I know I can’t be part of it but can’t I still give ideas at— are you working out?”
You bite down on your lip to stifle your laugh, bringing yourself down sharply on the next thrust.
“Ah— Sort of,” Intak snaps through grit teeth, throwing his head back with a shaky breath when you roll your hips down again, hard.
“With her?” Jiung asks, completely clueless. “I thought you liked working out alone.”
Intak’s eyes are tearing up again and he’s starting to writhe out of control under you, and you actually feel a little bit bad now.
“Jiung,” you call, reaching over to grab your phone. “Can Intak call you back?”
“Uh, yeah, sure it can wait. Enjoy your—“
You end the call and drop the phone, surging forward to kiss Intak’s trembling lips.
He sobs into the kiss, his arms winding tightly around you. “—‘re so mean,” he whines into the kiss but you shush him quiet, letting your hips pick up the pace with intent.
“Sorry baby,” you whisper, pecking his lips again. “You can come for me now.”
—⊹₊⟡⋆ SOUL
Soul’s tongue is driving you crazy, rapid and warm as it fucks into your soaked, fluttering walls.
His arms are steel as they wrap around your thighs and hold your squirming body down on the kitchen counter. It doesn’t matter that you’re shaking and pulling at his hair, overwhelmed from already coming on his tongue twice; he’s adamant on pulling another one out of you.
“Shota,” you whine, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging, but all he does is shove his tongue deeper into you. “Fuck! ‘S too much!”
He pulls away, and you gasp a breath of relief as the burning sensation from the relentless stimulation finally starts to ease down. When you hear him curse, you blink out the haze in your eyes and look up at him. Confusion clouds through your lust when you see him fumbling for something in his pocket.
“What is it?” You ask through stuttered breaths, trying to sit yourself up but his hand shoots up to your chest and pushes you right back down.
“No,” he snaps, pulling his phone out of his back pocket with his other hand. “I’m not done with you yet. I forgot to call Seob.”
You can’t even ask him what the hell he’s going on about before the phone is ringing and on speaker and then he’s attaching his mouth back to your cunt.
The onslaught of stinging pleasure from his tongue circling your clit has you crumpling down on the cold marble again, your head thrown back with shaky moans.
Jongseob’s voice cutting through the phone has you scrambling to clamp your hand down over your mouth, frantic to hold your noises in.
“Shota, where the hell are you?”
Soul detaches his mouth from you with a wet smack but his thumb is right there to take its place, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.
“Something came up,” Soul says, his eyes glued onto the way your walls flutter around nothing. “I’m gonna be a little late.” Then his tongue is shoving its way back into your pulsing walls, his finger still unrelenting on your clit, and you have to fight with all your willpower to bite back the loud whine that bubbles in your throat.
“You could’ve told me that before I started the lobby,” Jongseob grumbles through the line, completely unaware of the fact that his best friend is defiling his girl on the other end. “What are you doing anyway?”
Soul lifts off of you, answers him with your name, cuts the call, then attaches his lips around your clit and sucks.
You don’t have the mind to scold him, too busy coming on his mouth for the third time.
—⊹₊⟡⋆ JONGSEOB
“Stay still,” Jongseob hisses, his hands clamping down on your squirming hips to keep them still on his lap.
You whine softly, your walls squeezing down on his hardening length inside of you as you struggle to ease around the stretch.
You felt a little bad about disrupting his gaming session but it was late and you were feeling needy and he was quick to invite you onto his lap when he noticed you writhing around on the bed. He'd asked you to keep him warm while he finished his level and you were content with getting anything.
But feeling him steadily growing inside you while he clicked away on his keyboard had your craving for him grow stronger than your patience.
“Seobie,” you whine as his hands leave you for his keyboard and mouse again.
Warm lips press against your temple in an attempt to quell your impatience. “Just a little longer,” he tells you calmly, though you pick up the uptick in his breaths. “Then I’ll fuck you good, promise.”
You pout but hold onto his words, leaning back on his chest. “Can I touch myself?”
“No.”
You nearly whine but you decide against being bratty; you’d rather not set him off and have him tease you for hours again.
So you settle down, slow your breaths, and let yourself relax around his cock, mustering every patient bone in your body. The easy air gets tempered when his Discord ringtone cuts sharply through the ambient noises of his game, making you flinch.
Jongseob is quick to accept the call and Soul’s voice comes clear from where Jongseob’s headphones are hung around his neck.
“Hello?”
“Shota,” Jongseob greets and switches over to the Discord tab where you watch Soul’s icon fluoresce as he speaks through the call.
“I’m bored,” is what he says, and you’re not entirely sure why the sound of his voice has you pulsing around Jongseob.
Jongseob’s hand comes down on your hip again as he leans back in his chair, pulling your back against his chest with his other hand.
“I thought you were playing Minecraft,” Jongseob says, his hand falling down to caress your bare thigh. The casual way he speaks while he’s got his cock buried inside you has that needy feeling fester hotter in your gut.
“I was,” Soul huffs. “And now I’m bored. What are you doing? Can I join you?”
Your walls clamp down sharply on Jongseob. If only Soul knew just what he was asking to join in on… That thought digs itself into your head and seeps through the dangerous parts of your brain. You bite down on your lip, dropping your head on Jongseob’s shoulder as you try to eradicate every lewd image that flashes through your brain.
Jongseob stills behind you, his hand freezing where it was kneading down on your thigh. There’s a palpable silence as you feel his gaze burning down on you; you can practically feel him uncovering every thought in your head with just his eyes.
“Join me, huh?” You hear Jongseob mutter in a tone that you know promises danger.
You gasp sharply as his hand lifts from your thigh, his finger pressing against your throbbing clit.
“Yes,” says Soul. “What are you doing?”
A quiet whine slips through your lips as his finger starts to circle your clit. His lips press warmly against your ear as he whispers to you, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
You watch with wide eyes as his other hand reaches around you and moves his mouse to hover over the camera button.
You don’t stop him.
a/n — soulseob continuation here!
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𖢥SYNOPSIS: When Jake left Brisbane to train in Korea, you didn’t think much of it at first, not until a few months turned into years, and the messages stopped coming altogether. Years of waiting and no reaching out. He was just the friend who disappeared without warning, and you were just the person he left behind. You just assumed he forgot about you, and you never really knew what he was training for.
Now, six years later, he’s suddenly everywhere— on your timeline, in your feed, and even in your city again. What starts as a petty tweet about the boy who left turns into a full blown internet spectacle when people realise the friend you’re blasting online is none other than the Sim Jaeyun, a member of one of the biggest K-pop groups in the world. When the fuck did that happen?
PAIRINGS: idol!jake x fem!reader
genre: social media au (+written) | childhood friends to lovers | crack | second chances | fluff | one sided enemies to lovers
𖢥WARNINGS: ✦ reader lives under a rock, reader is a tinsy bit petty, friendly bullying, highly suggestive scenes, smut (18+) later on, story occurs in brisbane- australia , unhinged twitter threads, idol au, cocky!jaeyun x brat!reader, alcohol consumption, nicknames, reader is aggressive, profanity, suggestive [sexual] discourse, humour/crack, overall just something fun for yall to read! (not completely valid and real because if this were to happen irl poor y/nnie would get shitted on)
idol au, social media au +written
featuring ✦ all of enhypen, other idols from different groups
status ✦ ongoing!
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𖢥sok's yap: hiiii oh em gee this is my first smau and my first ever fic on tumblr, im a new writer after lurking on here for a while and i have so so much in mind for this fic so i hope yall enjoy it as much as i do when its outt! I will do my best to upload regularly and yupp thats about it! reblogs, comments, asks and even likes are appreciated. new writer show sum lovee!! ^^
PROFILES: | 1. ✦ 2. ✦
PROLOGUE: #00 prologue
CHAPTERS :
1. '#JakeCanPull'
2. 'Generational Fumble'
3. 'Toy story was emotional'
4. 'Trip down memory lane' (written + screenshots)
pairing: best friend! skz x reader⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
genre: fluff, accidental confession, cursing, petnames, skz being a little too dense, they're actually so down bad for you, mutual pining, so much ( not enough ) yearning for you.
note: this is my first time publishing anything OT8!! I'm really anxious to see your response cause I worked hard on this lol. I tried to make each member's texts unique and not be repetitive.
Summary: You see a poor (hot) dad struggling with a crying baby in your flight, and step in to help. And sparks fly.
a/n: Short, but I tried. So tired I wanna pass out. Happy weekend everyone 🫶
It was exactly 58 minutes and 35 seconds since the very cute, very angry baby in 23A began crying. You couldn’t blame the kid - it was a long-haul flight - the adults were barely coping. Still, the loud wails had your head pounding.
You peeked over the seat, and saw the lone soldier of 23A. OH.
He looked absolutely exhausted - but yet gorgeous - messy dark hair, slightly sweaty, dark circles under his brown eyes. He bounced the baby in his arms, trying desperately to calm the poor child down, but it was like she had no plans to stop.
Your heart went out to the poor man. He was trying his best. But a couple of passengers muttered complaints loud enough for him to hear. One guy even hit him with a passive-aggressive, "Maybe some people shouldn't fly with babies."
You’d had enough of the rudeness. And, you did something insane. You stood up, and made your way over to 23A.
“Excuse me,” you said, tapping his shoulder.
He turned around, eyes widening when he met yours. Up close, he looked even more gorgeous, even if completely wrecked. His lips parted as if to apologize again.
“Do you want me to hold her for a bit?” you offered gently, glancing at the red-faced, wailing infant. “It looks like you could use a break.”
His jaw dropped slightly as he asked, “Are you serious?” His strong Australian accent hit you square in the gut.
“Completely serious,” you replied, smiling.
He hesitated only for a moment before nodding, looking like he was about to cry out of gratitude. "Thank you. God, thank you."
He handed the baby over carefully, like she was made of glass. The little one, red as a tomato and just as angry, locked eyes with you. You started gently bouncing her, speaking to her in a soft whisper. She gazed at you, her loud wails softening into tiny whimpers and then as if someone flipped a switch, she fell quiet.
Her father watched in absolute surprise (and some exasperation) as she let out a little sigh, snuggled in against your boobs (of course she did), and fell asleep. Just like that.
"What the…?" The man looked at you like you were a literal angel. "Are you some kind of baby whisperer? How did you do that?!"
“Trade secret.” You grinned.
“Seriously, she hasn’t slept in days. I mean, I haven’t slept in days. I don’t even remember what my knees feel like.” He said.
“Sleep is for the weak.” You nodded sagely, making him laugh.
“I can't thank you enough for this… I was this close to jumping out of the emergency exit.”
“Oh not dramatic at all,” You teased.
“Not at all,” He laughed. “I'm Chris, by the way. And she's Mia.”
“Y/N,” You said, rocking the baby in your arms, her warmth spreading into you like the sweetest hug.
When you were sure that she was asleep, you leaned forward to place her in the bassinet. It took only a second for the baby’s eyes to snap open, and her face scrunched in fury. She let out a blood-curdling scream that made Chris groan and bury his face in his hands.
“Okay,” you said, sitting back down with the baby nestled against your chest. “I guess this is my seat now.”
He shot you a sheepish, but grateful smile. “You don’t have to do this. I feel so bad…”
“Don’t feel bad,” you interrupted, adjusting the baby in your arms as she snuggled in. “Just so you know, you’re doing great.”
“Am I?” he asked with a self-deprecating laugh, running a hand through his messy curls. “Because it sure doesn’t feel like it.”
“You are,” you assured him firmly. “She’s fed, she’s loved, and you’re trying everything. That’s all that matters.”
He exhaled deeply, like your words actually lifted a weight off his chest.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
He laughed again, his whole face lighting up, and suddenly the exhaustion made him look even sexier. How was that even possible?
You quickly stopped that train of thought. He has a kid. That meant he had a partner. You quickly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mia whimpered gently in her sleep, and then nuzzled into your soft chest and fell asleep again. Chris sighed, watching his daughter sleep.
“She’s had colic the past two weeks,” he admitted quietly. “I didn't even know what I was doing wrong.”
“You did nothing wrong, Chris,” You said softly. “These things happen. It's always something or the other with babies. Besides you'd have some support -”
“Her mom’s not in the picture. Left right after she was born.”
You glanced at him, your heart squeezing. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head.
“We were never really together, it's the strangest story really. Ahh, it’s been hard. But… Mia’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Your heart did something that had you holding the baby tighter against you.
“You’re seriously incredible,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
“Dinner works,” you said casually, surprising even yourself.
He blinked, then smirked. “Are you always this smooth, or is it just me?”
You shrugged, your lips quirking up. “I think it's Mia. But you'd learn eventually…if at all -”
And judging by the way his eyes lingered on yours, it looked like that’s exactly what he intended to do.
You landed, and you tried to hand over Mia to Chris at the baggage claim. But she had a tiny fistful of your soft pink jumper, and was totally unwilling to let go. So here you were, walking beside Chris towards the exit, Mia still fast asleep in your arms and Chris, carrying your small trolley bag along with his massive duffle bag and a little bag of the baby's things.
You tried to wrestle it off his hands, but he shot you a tired but warm smile.
“You’re holding my kid. Least I can do is hold a bag.”
It was hard not to feel your heart melt at his words.
As you walked toward the arrivals area, you could see your best friend Minho waiting for you, spinning his car keys around his finger. His handsome face wore a bored expression that immediately turned into bewilderment when he saw you.
His sharp gaze flicked from the baby in your arms to Chris, carrying three bags like a domestic god, and back to you.
“Oh my god,” Minho said loudly, striding toward you. “Please don’t tell me you’ve had a secret husband and baby hidden away in Australia.”
You burst out laughing, swatting him on the arm. Even Chris chuckled, though he looked just a little awkward.
“Minho, meet Chris,” you said, still grinning. “And this is Mia. Chris, this is Minho, my deranged bestie. And no, Min, she’s not mine, and I am not secretly married.”
Minho narrowed his eyes playfully. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
“Nice to meet you, man. And thanks for not jumping to any conclusions.” Chris adjusted the bags on his shoulder, smirking.
Minho snorted. “Oh, don't mention it.”
“Can you behave for, like, five minutes?” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Minho quipped before turning his attention to Chris again. “What’s the story here?”
“Mia's been having a rough time on the flight, so I was just helping out.” you supplied quickly, seeing your gremlin of a best friend already starting to look way too invested in this.
“Helping out, huh?” Minho’s smirk widened.
Chris’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, and you shot Minho a warning glare. “Don’t start.”
Minho held up his hands in mock innocence. “I didn’t say a word.”
The moment was broken by Mia stirring slightly in your arms. You looked down, your expression softening as you whispered, “Hello there.”
Mia made grabby hands at you, his tiny hands caressing your face.
Chris watched you like you’d hung the stars, his gaze so intense it made your stomach flip. When you looked up and caught him staring, he smiled - a real, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.
“Here,” you said, stepping closer and gently handing Mia back to him. But before you let go, you pressed a soft kiss to her tiny hand.
“Bye, sweetie,” you murmured, your voice laced with affection.
Chris held her carefully, his expression unreadable as he looked at you.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “For everything. Really.”
You nodded, smiling. “Text me about dinner?”
He grinned, the tiredness in his face momentarily replaced by something lighter, more playful. “Oh, I will.”
As he walked away, you felt the weight of Minho’s smirk before you even turned to face him.
“Don’t,” you warned.
“Oh, I’m gonna,” he teased. “So. Flirting with a hot single dad? Is this just a new hobby, or should I expect babysitting duties soon?”
“I was helping him, Minho.” You groaned.
“Right,” he said, dragging out the word dramatically. “And I’m here because I love airports.”
You shoved him lightly, but as you walked toward the parking lot, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
Because, honestly? You couldn’t wait for that call.
mister lee has always been hospitable to you. minho — he insisted all those many months ago — i’m not that old yet. appa isn’t old, is he, darling? his little girl shook her head when he asked. no, her appa isn’t old just yet even though he’s starting to grow gray wispies in his hair. the moment minho turned his sight towards the stove, her shaking turned to adamant nodding, a toothy smile on her cute, mischievous little face. he has eyes in the back of his head like a good father always does, so of course he saw her silly nod and the answering grin you couldn’t help but give her, an extra helping of green beans landing on both of your dinner plates in response. yuck.
so yes, he’s always been hospitable, good, homemade food before you leave for the night and your own pair of slippers in the doorway, a ride back home when your car won’t crank. babysitting his daughter is the easiest job you’ve had in a while, even if you’re only doing it on the side. he pays well too, tips an extra five or ten when his little one goes on babbling tangents about something fun you did together or how nice you are to her when she shows you her colored pictures.
if you can call him your boss, minho’s the best one you’ve ever had.
you’re beginning to think he’s the best you’ve ever had in general; you’re struck with the realization for the umpteenth time when your cheek is smushed into the cool wood of the lees’ kitchen table, stark naked with your panties tangled just above your knees.
“hush,” minho coos. you weren’t even aware you were making a sound. that was just doongie, right? that high-pitched, yowling noise. it had to have been — except the cats always stay in the living room and minho’s attention is on you in the kitchen. his palm smooths all the way up your sweaty back, moves your hair out of the way to cup the back of your neck with gentle fingers, holding you down against the table. you’d be making more noise at the gesture if he didn’t just tell you to hush.
the punch of his fingers is even louder now that you’ve quieted down, schlickschlickschlick, the knock of that heavy palm against your jiggling asscheeks. his fingers curl into a special spot every now and then, somewhere gummy and sweet that gets you lifting up onto your tiptoes and pushing your breasts into the table in your haste to arch your back. he twists his hand, presses in with his knuckles.
“you’re going to soak my watch,” he says. states, really, factual and concise. you’re soaking his fingers, your thighs too, your discarded panties and his table and the floor too, probably. down his wrist and to his watch would be easy. minho pulls two fingers out and presses back in with three, bullying some awful, terrible, sloppy noise out of your pussy that only aches for him anymore. “you like getting finger fucked that much?”
“i like-” you start. i like you that much, you want to say. your fingers, just you. “i like y- your fingers. in me, inside me. fucking me.”
he just hums, curls those nice, small fingers against your spot like a fucking reward.
“i like it too, honey.” he stops thrusting then, just pets his fingers against your pretty pink insides, prodding, prodding, prodding with the tips of pruny digits. minho squeezes at the back of your neck, kneads a strong thumb into the side of it like he’s massaging you there too. he tuts then, sighs something heavy. his fingers slip from you with another noise that heats your ears, and your cunt clenches in search of him again. it feels like you’re going to die; you’re wilting like a flower — too empty, he’s sucked the breath from your lungs but breathes life right back into you when you hear the clink of his belt. “we both like this better though, don’t we?”
something bigger than his perfect fingers, bigger and thicker and hotter that puts beautiful pressure on the give of your hole when he pushes it there. he knows you well enough by now to know that you’re going to cry for him, so those same fingers slip between your drooling lips to muffle your cries before they come. you taste his skin under the undeniable taste of you, and there’s nothing better.
he’s a stretch, he always is, that big cock pushing inside your pulsing cunt and his fingers in your mouth. your eyes roll, your hips quake. the fingers in your mouth hook into the silky pocket of your cheek, and he pulls you to his chest like that.
so sturdy, so warm, even through the cottony layer of his collared shirt. he only unbuttoned the top two buttons while sitting down with you and his baby girl for dinner just before you were supposed to leave, the glint of a gold chain kissing his collarbones along with the gold on his wrist. that’s still as far as he’s gotten, shirt unbuttoned and pants undone just enough to get his leaking cock out. you feel the metal of his zipper poking uncomfortably at your asscheek, the coolness of his belt buckle.
an arm around your heaving middle, fingers daring to dip into your throat. minho’s cock carves you open so perfectly that it ruins you for anyone else.
“‘uck me,” you breathe, muffled by his fingers that are still hooked into your cheek. he slips them out to hear you speak, wipes your spit along your face just to cup his palm under your chin and squeeze your cheeks. “fuck me. fuck me, please keep- keep doing it.”
“such a sweet thing, such good manners.” his hips roll in a way that almost sends you careening face first back into the table, held up only by his grip. “saying please. do you say thank you too?”
he only has to prompt you for it once. you’d do so much to make him proud, this isn’t a chore at all. “thank you,” you breathe, exhaled from your lungs and between your lips like a grateful prayer. “thank you for- for giving me your cock.”
“‘thank you minho,’” he corrects, bringing the hand petting over your stomach down to smack your ass just once, light handed enough for you to know that was only an ounce of his strength.
“thank you minho for giving me your cock!” you rush to say, head swimming and eyes rolling, rolling, rolling. you say it again, and he times his next thrust with your trembling words, giving you his cock every time you thank him for it. “thank you, thank you, thank you, minho, i- f-fuuck.”
he tilts your head back then, cups your cheek to pull your head back against his broad shoulder. you clutch his arms then, hold them just as tightly as he’s holding you. a tether. minho’s pretty lips press to your wet cheek, uncaring of the drool smeared all across it when he’s the one who got you that messy in the first place.
“oh, baby, you’re welcome.” he pets your stomach again even as his wrist is held in your grip, fingers grazing along soft, tender skin as if to say… you feel me in here?
of course you do — he’s everywhere. inside of you and out, in the black and white cat shaped salt and pepper shakers practically vibrating on the table before you, the worn pots and pans soaking in the sink. the scent of his cologne and the tender bruises he left on your hips just last week.
if you had thoughts in your head left to think, you’d wonder if he feels you everywhere too. if your presence in his house remains even after you leave, if your scent lingers on his couch or in his bed. if he puts your left-behind ponytail holders up in his bathroom cabinet for safe keeping or if he throws them away. you’d know the answer if you could only manage to think about it, you’d know that he’s soft enough on you to tell you if you were to ask.
for now though, the way he breathes your name when he cums is enough of a confession as any, paired with the sweet fluttering of long lashes against your temple and shaky fingers digging into your skin. he guides those same fingers between your thighs before you whine for it, rubbing roughly in his barely concealed desperation to have you tip over the edge just so he can catch you on your way down.
Where one of the boys sets up his friend with someone he's sure will be a perfect match with him. Except, he isn't basing that off your personality or looks...
Genre: Suggestive (18+)
Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader
Kinks Explored; Breeding (Chan), Thigh fucking (Minho), Muscle (Changbin), Hands (Hyunjin), Sub!Men (Jisung), Degradation (Felix), Pet Play (Seungmin), Spit (Jeongin)
General Premise: One of ___'s friends sets him up with someone he's sure he'll get along with well - purely based off the knowledge that they share similar kinks. He tells them to meet at a night club around 10 PM, and so ___ sits and waits for his blind date to show up.
Chan:
He's a little nervous just to be sitting in a nightclub by himself, but the moment you show up he feels as though his entire body relaxes.
You're polite, pretty, kind - You already have a drink which makes him feel a little better about having one of his own; Even if he's got that Asian Flush going on.
After a little discussion and conversation about why the two of you were set up - Chan ends up finding out that his friend set the two of you up because you also had a breeding kink.
Which is.. how he finds himself pushing up against you in the club bathroom, his hips grinding into yours from behind as he bends you down over the counter and flips up your dress.
He's groaning and sucking on his lip when he fucks into you, his pace not quite quick but harder than anything you've had before, his cock prodding at your walls and kissing your cervix every time he sinks all the way in.
"Mmn - 'm gonna fill that pretty pussy up, yeah? Gonna fill it up 'til you're all swollen and leaking.."
Minho:
He's not nervous but he's also not too highly interested in meeting up with some stranger because 'their kinks match up.'
Until he sees you, that is.
His eyes are instantly dropping to the hem of your little black dress, mouth falling open at the sight of your soft curves and the conversation short lived.
He's going to be honest with you about what he likes, what he wants.
That's how you two end up just kind of... doing shit in the middle of the club. You end up finding a room that's meant for private dances and making out on the leather couch together.
He lets you grind on his thigh first, encouraging you with soft words and resting his hands on your hips to guide you when you get tired of doing it on your own,
And then in return you let him fuck his cock up between your thighs; Your back to his chest, his arms laced tight around your waist to keep you flush to him while he fucked up against you.
"Oh my God," He whines, head dropping back against the couch as his jaw drops wide. "Oh fuck, you feel so good --"
Changbin:
He's.. a little shy. He's rubbing his hands together and smiling when he first meets you, a little hesitant with answering any questions because he's just - shy! He's also a little confused.
Turns out it's a kink you have and something he owns.
He figures it out when you crawl into his lap in the booth you sit at, your mouth attaching to his before falling down towards his throat and then finally - to his arms. He can feel you sucking hickies against his skin and that's when it clicks that you have a thing for muscle.
Changbin sits for a while and allows you to dote on him - kiss him, mark him, grind on him; And when the time comes that he grows impatient, he leads you out to the car and brings you into the backseat so the two of you can have some proper fun.
He ends up locking his arm around your neck, your cheeks squishing against his forearm and bicep as he pounds into you from behind and tucks his head down so he's breathing and moaning right into your ear. Your hands grab for stability on the door just in front of you but you know he won't let you topple in a hold like this.
"You're the perfect size for something like this. Might have to - mmn - come back for more sometime."
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin wastes no time in getting to the point when he meets you. He thinks you're attractive, knows you have something in common, and so he gets you into one of the private rooms as quick as he possibly can because he's tryna hit.
He knows you like his hands just from the way you've been ogling them since you showed up. When he tapped on the table, when he drank from his wine glass, when he pushed back his hair.
So he's quick to tease you with that. Gently guiding you closer by cupping your jaw, trailing his free hand over your waist, cradling the back of your head while you kiss.
He honestly loves having his hands on you because he loves seeing how much you react to his every touch.
Especially when he's dragging two fingers between your folds, pushing them in and curling them carefully to rub against that warm, gummy spot that makes you see stars. He has to bite his lip to keep himself grounding at the way you squirm and grind your hips down against his hand - He's going to come in his pants if he doesn't focus.
"Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?"
Jisung:
Jisung is so giggly because he's so nervous when he meets you. You are - drop dead gorgeous and he's so shy that he's tucking his hands down between his thighs, doing his best to hide the fact that he's already almost fully hard just at the way you talk to him.
Your tone is so smooth and demanding without being loud; Confident yet graceful and - you know you're hot shit. That's what turns him on the most.
He thinks you'll take him somewhere; Maybe make him strip for you, make him eat you out, make him get on his knees and beg for you to let him fuck you somehow. But you don't even leave the table before you're tormenting him.
He feels the toe of your heel press against his cock through his pants and he nearly jumps out of his skin, his mouth dropping right open when you roll your foot forward and your head tips to watch his reactions.
You're a little more bold than he expected you to be, but honestly... he isn't complaining; Especially not when you gesture for him to get under the table. Then, he's on a mission. And you best bet he's scrambling to get under the table and between your thighs.
Felix:
He's not nervous at all. In fact, he's pretty cocky considering he knows exactly what kink you share the second he sees you and the outfit you picked out. (He's scary good at reading people, apparently.)
He scoots close to sit next to you in the booth when you sit down, buys you a drink and gets one for himself, talks soooo smooth to you the entire time he's with you and even throws his arm over the back of the booth behind you.
"So you like being treated like a slut, I assume?" He quips, watching your eyes widen and a red dust over your cheeks. He leans closer, "Or.. are you actually just a slut who likes to be used?"
He doesn't do anything too sexual but he's still getting a feel for what you want from him right away, but he does tease you relentlessly the rest of the night.
Lays his hand on your thigh while you sit together, kneads the softness between ringed fingers, watches the way you get shy when he talks down to you and loves every second of it. And he's absolutely going to be getting your number so he can make you his personal whore the next time you two meet up. <3
Seungmin:
He doesn't want to assume anything too fast, but...
The way you wore a dog collar styled to match your outfit gives it all away.
What he doesn't expect is for you to take it off and put it on him when you two end up in a private room together at the back of the club. He sits on the bed as you fasten it around his neck before he looks up, eyes a little wide and puppy-like. You tug on his shirt to get him off the bed, telling him "Puppies don't belong on furniture, baby." as you make him kneel in front of you while you sit all content.
He's pretty much gone from there on out. He does everything you want him to; He doesn't hold back when he eats you out, his hands tucked down under his thighs because "puppies don't have hands, silly" and practically drooling all over your pussy because he just can't keep himself clean for the life of him.
Though when you do finally allow him to fuck you, he's just what you thought he'd be; Rutting into you quick and hard, barely even pulling out before he's pushing his cock back into your warm, wet walls and whimpering into your shoulder. He might also accidentally push your face down into the mattress, but.. it's an accident, he swears!
He's a good pup. <3
Jeongin:
He hasn't a clue what it is you're also into so after a bit of conversation he just asks you straight up for a list of your top kinks. He's a little surprised by some of what you say, though it does intrigue him -
And then you mention spit. You like people spitting on you, at you, in your mouth, on your pussy, on your ass and your face and all over your tits.
And Jeongin....
Oh, he can roll with that.
He's more than happy to get you into a corner deep into the club, his body all but shielding yours as his head tips down so he can kiss you and mark your neck as much as he possibly can before he dips lower. He keeps you shielded, broad shoulders hiding your form away from any wandering eyes as he tugs your top down and lets your tits spill out so he can spit on them and mark those up, too.
He pulls back up, demands you open your mouth, before he spits onto your tongue and tells you to swallow. He watches the way your face flushes heavy with blush at his demands, your eyes darting over his expression in a shy manner as he smirks.
"That's my good little whore."
Oops. Little bit of possession slipped in there, too.
Hiii I've had this idea for a smau for a while!! Reader and skz member (whoever you think fits~) having matching phonecases/phones and accidentally switching them in the morning before work. So maybe the skz member finds something on reader's phone, like old stan account/funny chats/cute lockscreen!
I don't know why but i think it would be funny to see their switched chats 🫠 have fun :D
⋆˚꩜｡this is embarrassing
a/n this idea is so cute !!! i hope i did it justice, if not then i'm so sorry
pairing han jisung x fem!reader
ss count five (5)
warnings a tiny bit suggestive (more than a tiny bit), invasion of privacy (lowkey but you're not that upset)
also remember that their phones are swapped so the blues are jisung and the whites are the reader!
(this is an F U to that anon, I'm doing yet another thing other than what I started)
warnings/tags; dubcon, gn!reader, sub!reader dom!member, voyeurism & exhibitionism, penetration, jerking to your fancam, riding, missionary, doggy, ass eating, masturbation, prone bone, usage of 'hyung', this was longer than intended, some members have longer portions which just happened to happen
hard hours are officially open until further notice!
It started with you being a backup dancer for one comeback, then goofing around with the members while rehearsing, to you hanging out with them regularly. There are a lot of people in and out of there, all of the friends they've garnered over the years. You're also friends with other idols, so it never occurred to you. You know, you with them.
For the guys, it was an unspoken rule to not fuck their best friends. At least, not in a heat of the moment kind of way. Just in general, not doing impulsive shit will fare better for anyone in the long run.
However, sometimes shit happens. That shit happens to be your most recent backup dancing gig. Let's go through what happens when a certain member caves first.
⦊ bang chan ⦉
When it comes to members you were close to considering doing, Chan was at the top. But not on purpose. It's your fucking friends. His friends too. Lord knows Jake cannot help calling Chan daddy and pretend he's a horned up suitor to piss him off. The image of being fucked by Chan has been practically forced into your mind. Not that it was impossible to imagine that. You and everyone recognized him as a very manly and dependable man which is popular among people attracted to masculine people. Daddy indeed.
being walked in on
I imagine it was heat of the moment between you two. There is no doubt in my mind that he was the most dedicated to upholding the status quo of the friend group. But after seeing you in that outfit doing those dance moves... well Chan didn't even know you could move like that. That your face was capable of those expressions. And what you were doing with your tongue-
No. Chan shouldn't be thinking this way. And he definitely shouldn't be masturbating to the video. Thanks to you being popular like no:ze, there was a cheeky little fancam to make Chan's bad habits a little easier to achieve. After that, he was too far gone. You got playfully flirty one night and sat in his lap while he was at his computer. When you felt it, you couldn't lie. You liked what you felt. The minute you push your ass back to start grinding he wraps his arms around your waist. He holds you there, stilling you as his heart started to beat faster.
"Are you sure about this?"
One yes later and you were bouncing on his cock in his computer chair, Chan trying desperately to keep it from rolling away with his feet firmly planted to the ground. He takes a moment to stop his roaming hands and turn the chair so the back was against the desk. Now you grinding forward on his cock has the chair repeatedly thudding against the desk.
Loudly.
"Hyung, what the hell is that?" Jeongin's voice is momentarily muffled until he pushes the door open. The realization is instant. And so is Chan's anger.
"What the f- close the door!" he shouts, clutching you close with one arm and pointing angrily with the others. Jeongin lags for a second, before he snaps out of it and slams the door shut. Both of you feel like your adrenaline is through the roof, so it takes you a second to realize that not only is he still hard, but he's bucking into you.
walking in
Jeongin abruptly cranked up the TV thirty minutes ago and it's starting to agitate Chan. He's not normally like this. He's a very mindful roommate, and usually Chan worries the TV isn't even loud enough for Jeongin himself to hear. So Chan isn't immediately angry with him and assumes the best.
The worst in this case would be Jeongin going through a rebellious phase in his mid-twenties. Not seeing clothes strewn about the living room, and not seeing Jeongin on the couch with his bare ass clenching as he thrusted into... you?
Since Jeongin caved first in this scenario, Chan is still in the pathetic perv phase. So seeing your face drenched in ecstasy just like you simulated on stage went right to his cock. You're the first to notice, jumping up and knocking your forehead against Jeongin's. Chan apologizes profusely for intruding (even though you both chose the living room) and for the boner he's not even sure either of you noticed.
⦊ Lee Minho ⦉
Messing around with Minho never actually occurred to you. He's like a cat in all the weird ways. When he comes in your room you're more focused on what he's gonna fucking knock over. But there are glimpses, it just took a while for you to store them in your mind correctly. Recently you've been compartmentalizing each moment where Minho was surprisingly sexy. Every smirk, lidded gaze, bite of his lip. It's starting to build up.
being walked in on
With you two, it was a slow burn. Minho didn't know just how similar both your thought processes were. He also slowly noticed things about you, long before the sexy choreo. He was playful with the idea. It didn't guilt him too much and he had fun teasing you and even more fun when you started teasing him back. It went from daring one to kiss the other to jokes about sleeping with each other to playful groping that the rest of the friend group found weird.
That all culminated in you calling Minho a pussy for ignoring yet another one of your infamous dares. At one point you were actually joking. Then it turned into you not minding if he did go through with it. And now it was an actual challenge. He accepts it.
He grabs your ass and pulls you into him. He takes in your dark eyes as he leans against the kitchen island.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asks with a cocked brow.
"I dare you." you whisper, a breath away from his lips.
"Ohoho... getting real slutty now. Show me how much of a slut you are. Do that thing you did with your tongue during Crave."
His hand creeps up your body as you obey his command. You watch in real time as his pupils dilate. After a soft peck you challenge him again and he wraps the hand creeping up your body around your throat. It was curtains after that.
He had you by the back of your neck, bent over the counter as he pounded into you. Slow, languid blows you felt in your gut. It was probably the squeaks pounded out of you that drew a curious Jisung to the kitchen.
"Oh- Hooooly shit!" Jisung drops his phone in shock, hands flying to his head. You and Minho are frantically yanking your bottoms up and Minho is quick to anger.
"Why are you just standing there?!" it was unreasonable, but Minho was embarrassed. He was no longer hard and no longer in the mood to your disappointment. Jisung had long since skittered away while you watch, slightly amused, as Minho paces with bright red cheeks.
walking in
Minho was already rattling off about how he was about to order some food and reminding Jisung to include the tax when he sent the money when he heard it. A wet noise he would soon realize was Jisung lapping at your asshole. You were settled into a deep arch, blissed out atop Jisung's bed while he did the thing you always told Minho to do when he pissed you off.
"Someone finally ate your ass," Minho projects, not even getting the second word out before Jisung is flopping to the floor and looking up at him in shock as his angry red cock peeks out of his zipper. You scramble to cover yourself, sporting a similar "deer-in-the-headlights" look until it hits you. That annoyance Minho is always happy to provide.
"Carry on!" he encourages with an impish laugh, offering a gesture with his phone to each of you before leaving you to it.
⦊ Seo Changbin ⦉
You and Changbin always joked about finding each other attractive. Well, you finding him attractive. You see, the bit is that Changbin would say something braggadocious and then flex dramatically and you would squeal like a fangirl. Sometimes you would squeeze his biceps and think to yourself holy shit. He and Chan had great physiques, but something about him made you want him to... I don't know...
being walked in on
Put you in a chokehold. You asked him one day, a segue from being genuinely impressed by his arms. It's something you always ask fellow dancers or any of your friends with muscular physiques. It's a joke, but when Changbin does it, there's something else at play.
There was an unbearably submissive quality to the way you danced in that performance that made Changbin want to mount you. He hates the thought, so he buries it. Having you squirm, helpless under the conditions you subjected yourself to, his desires become unearthed.
You let out a moan unintentionally and what happens next is completely in the heat of the moment.
You're getting rug burn on your knees from the two of you frantically bumping uglies on the couch and somehow making it onto the floor. You're prone on the carpet while Changbin straddles you from behind. He has his hands around your throat, his balls grazing against the tops of your thighs.
Incoherent pleas and grunts fill the room as he rolls his hips into you. Changbin is too focused to realize Hyunjin has not only peeked his head out of his room, but fully walked out to marvel the pile of desperation on the carpet. Not until a small, inquisitive 'huh' leaves Hyunjin's mouth.
Thankfully Changbin's head is out of the way when you pop yours up in surprise.
"H-Hyunjin," you yelp, unable to move much with Changbin still on top of you. Yeah, Changbin is surprised, but he's just as intrigued as Hyunjin seems to be. His presence didn't bother him much. Oh, and he has no intention of stopping.
"Are you gonna get out or watch or what?"
walking in
Changbin could just send this tiktok to Hyunjin via DMs... or he could just walk across the hall and show him. Plus, he wants to see his reaction and make sure he's actually watching.
"I can't trust you to watch this on your own-"
Changbin stops when moans grace his ears. Then he looks way from his phone to see all the motion happening on the bed. Hyunjin's face is buried in your neck and he has red hickies all over his shoulders. His hand is cupping your hip while he thrusts into you slowly.
Oh shit, Changbin thinks. But when your eyes snap open and Hyunjin raises up to his knees, he realizes he said it out loud. He just hopes neither of you saw his cock twitch.
⦊ Hwang Hyunjin ⦉
Just like Chan, Hyunjin's looks were very popular, so it was obvious you flirted with the idea of something more. It didn't help that Hyunjin had this inherently romantic aura to him. Especially with the long hair, a paint brush held in his mouth with smears of blue and yellow making a haphazard rendition of The Starry Night on his arms and clothes. Even with the buzz cut, there's something that screams a meet cute is destined to happen. And those eyes. He's not flirty or dangerous like Minho, he's attentive and soft. The way he looks at you when you speak makes you feel like the most special person in the world.
being walked in on
Hyunjin was very intentional. He set up what could be considered dates but also weren't too explicit in their connotation. Just two friends watching a movie while sipping on wine. And one of the friends peering over at the other with the intention of locking eyes. The little wine dates were dangerous. Wine made you flirty, everyone knew this. Even if it was just a little bit.
So when Hyunjin gazing at you with his elbow propped on the back of the couch, fully ignoring the movie, you decide 'fuck it'. You lean in as well, awaiting the culmination of all this YA fiction BS. So it happens naturally, the kiss, but it doesn't escalate. So Hyunjin is always the first to "cave" technically, but you haven't had sex with him, and the choreo hadn't come out yet. As of right now, you two have a hint of a pre-established romance.
You both felt comfortable not putting a label on it or being exclusive. Just little flirty kisses and fun somewhat dates. It was fun like that... it really was... but god were you sexy in that video. Cute pecks turn into longing kisses to groping to even dry humping on the couch. Hopefully the movies you two watch suck because you never watch them. You soon ditch the movies for kissing on his bed. The slow escalation is familiar to you by now, so you're not surprised when his hand slips under your shirt. What does surprise you is how hard he's getting, but it's a pleasant surprise. He strips all your clothes off and you do the same to him, taking turns peppering kisses all over each other's body.
Even the way Hyunjin fucks is romantic. It's not 'fucking' at all. He holds you like you're precious porcelain as he pushes into you, cupping your hip. You're so entranced by him, more than you've ever been. The moment he dips lower and start kissing up your neck, you throw your head back and drown in ecstasy.
You're so focused on how his hot skin presses into you with every thrust that you don't notice Changbin. It's only when you hear an 'oh shit' that your eyes fly open.
There stood Changbin, phone in hand, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. As Hyunjin leans back, his dick pulls out of you. It is definitely still hard... and you swear you see it twitch. He looks at Changbin, very much dazed from lust and unaffected by Changbin's presence.
walking in
Hyunjin has a propensity to find art in anything. Stopping to take a picture of a duck with it's baby posed perfectly in front of it, pointing out pleasing color schemes, and seeing certain positions people are placed in as a spark of inspiration. And he finds some scenes a lot more intriguing than others. Hyunjin first hears grunts and random words from his room as soon as he pops his earphones off. He's pretty damn sure of what he's hearing, but who the hell is Changbin having sex with?
Hyunjin pops his head out and sure enough, Changbin is fucking someone from behind on the floor. When he sees you lift your head, he feels something bubble inside him. It isn't anger or jealousy. He doesn't pinpoint it until he feels heat brewing downstairs.
He walks closer, noticing little details like how your skin tone looks against Changbin's, the dynamics of the position, other artsy stuff that Hyunjin understands but I don't, and he enjoys the sight.
Huh, Hyunjin thinks, wanting to sit and watch the art unfolding on the living room carpet. Except he doesn't think it. He realizes this after your head shoots up and almost knocks Changbin's teeth out.
"H-Hyunjin!"
You're shocked, but only briefly. You're now focused on the look of utter captivation on Hyunjin's face.
"Are you gonna get out or watch or what?" Changbin asks through a laugh. Hyunjin shifts his weight to one leg as he thinks for a moment.
"If it's okay with you guys, I think I'll watch."
if you send an ask, I might even do a follow up blurb about a threesome including one of these pairings... I can't guarantee that a follow up will be gn because I suck at descriptions already and if I can't describe genitalia it'll be like cutting a limb off.
in which you’re sick of men on dating apps and have basically given up on finding love. that is, until you meet minho through a seemingly chance encounter.
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