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Masterlist

I received multiple requests for this, and it suddenly dawned on me that I had enough fics in order to actually make a masterlist. So finally, here it is:

I write for NCT (all units, minus Chenle and Jisung), Stray Kids (minus Jeongin), and Ateez. Most of these are NCT fics...

✯ ~ Favorite fic ✾ ~ smut / suggestive ❦ ~ fluff ಠ ~ crack ☽ ~ angst

#masterlist #nct smut #stray kids smut #ateez smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #kpop smut #we will winwin #stray kids #00 line smut #nct #nct dream #nct imagines #skz smut #ateez imagines

hi-hey-haechan

So, uh, it’s been three years.

I got really busy with school, and I definitely forgot about writing. I definitely still used this account, but I was a reader instead of a writer. I honestly think I started writing smut because it was COVID lockdown and I was horny as hell. Plus, I actually had TIME to write. Crazy. Tonight, I had this really weird urge to write something, so I guess I’ll be doing that. See y’all in four hours when I post something…if I post something.

Also, somehow I became Haechan biased…yeah, so the profile pic might have to change

hi-hey-haechan

Update: I’m well on my way with writing something but I think it’ll be finished tomorrow :)

So, uh, it’s been three years.

Also, somehow I became Haechan biased...yeah, so the profile pic might have to change

#back from the grave #hello #nct smut #lol remember me

is it okay if i use your prompt list? i can give you credit for it! if not, that's ok :)

Oh, it’s not my prompt list, so don’t worry! But also, can you maybe message me the name of your account, so I can follow it (and request something, hehe)?

oof- i fucking loved the hand kink fic its was brilliant!!

Thank you so much! That was one of the most enjoyable fics I’ve written

hi hello! :) your Perfect piece for Kun is absolutely everything, and I hope you have the most wonderful day/night 💚

Hi! That piece means a lot to me, so I really appreciate that :) thank you so much for your sweet words, and I hope you have an amazing day/night, as well

I woke up to discover that this post was not showing up in the tags. I’M SO MAD. I HATE WHEN THIS HAPPENS.

The ask was roughly along the lines of “Can we just shortly imagine how hot it would be to have Haechan finger you? His fingers are so long, but he’s also such a tease. Please, I need an imagine for that.”

Fun fact: The small plot behind this story actually came from a video I saw. It was JSMR, but the camera was only focused on his hands. Also, thanks to that video and this headcanon, I now kind of sort of maybe have a small thing for hands...

“May I take your coat?” Donghyuck asked to the orange he was peeling.

You heard that statement without the visual for context. In turn, you looked up, confused. Sitting across from your boyfriend at the kitchen table, wearing your (his) hoodie, you furrowed your eyebrows. The hoodie barely counted as a coat...

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization. He was talking to the freaking orange, the “coat” being a reference to its peel, which he was removing.

“You’re a really weird person, but this is among one of the stranger things you’ve done,” you laughed.

Now it was Donghyuck’s turn to look confused. His head snapped upward, causing his hair, which was growing longer everyday (much to your delight) to bounce at the sudden disturbance. “What? Being polite to an orange?” His voiced feigned innocence and shock.

“Is that what you call it?”

“Do you not talk to your citruses as you’re peeling them?” Both of you were probably sharing bewildered expressions. However, you could see through the act Donghyuck was putting up by the way the corners of his mouth quirked upward, trying to tug his lips into a smile. It was cute, you decided -- his weirdness, his adorable tendencies, all of it.

“Does the politeness make them taste better?” you grinned, playing along.

“Of course! Now, you’re getting it!”

You rolled your eyes while an affectionate smile remained on your face. The two of you returned to silence, and your eyes flickered to the orange.

His long fingers gently removed the peel. They were the same fingers that were delicate as they touched your skin, both lovingly and tenderly, as though you were fragile. At the same time, his digits could create a harsh, rapid dance across the keyboard on his laptop, aggressively playing video games with his friends. Donghyuck’s hands weren’t particularly veiny, but the bones in his hands visibly branched out to the fingers. You found yourself looking at them often, even when you hadn’t intended to. Donghyuck would never let you hear the end of it if his hands and fingers, of all things, could catch your attention. His slender fingers, which were much longer than yours, possessed their own grace as they moved.

Once the coat peel had been removed, he slowly began to separate the individual slices of orange. You watched this closely, too, observing how his fingers bent and hands flexed as he followed through with such a simple action. In addition to this, you were trying to convince yourself that the act of observing his hands was just your ability to admire the beauty of simple actions.

Yet you couldn’t ignore one of the greatest things his hands could do, besides perhaps hold your own. You looked at his long, slender, fingers and thought about how well they could coax orgasm after orgasm out of you. They could reach deep inside of you, further than your own fingers could ever reach, and curled at the spot that had you arching your back and crying out his name. His thumb could rub harshly at your sensitive clit simultaneously. At this point, you’d be nothing but putty, telling him to keep curling his fingers right there, right fucking there, until you hurtled to your next high, practically in tears from the pleasure.

You mentally swore when the ache that had awoken in your core pulled you back to reality. Watching him peel a freaking orange had somehow turned you on, which baffled you. The power he managed to hold over you was still shocking.

His hand lifted to bring the orange slice to his mouth. His eyes raised, too, meeting yours. However, before you tore your gaze away, you knew he’d caught your stare lingering on his hands. “Can I help you?” Donghyuck inquired, and you swore you could catch a teasing lilt to his words. He finally ate the fraction of the fruit.

“I was just wondering if it actually tastes better, as you said.”

“Of course it does. Then again, it’s admittedly a placebo, but we can ignore that.” He grabbed an orange off the plate and handed it to you.

Your eyes dropped to the slice, but you focused on his digits, possessing their own type of beauty, which was somehow enough to make your core gush with arousal, though you’d never admit it.

A few seconds too late to not seem suspicious, you, too, ate the orange slice, which tasted exactly the same as any other orange, as expected.

When you looked back at Donghyuck, he lifted the pad of his thumb to meet his lips, a movement your eyes shamelessly followed, not expecting him to be watching the entire time. Only when you saw his lips curl into a smirk did you finally meet his eyes.

“Damn, it only took an orange for me to expose your hand kink.” Yep, he was definitely teasing you this time. Your mouth kind of fell open as you tried to come up with an answer, amidst the feeling of your face burning, core aching, and mind blanking. “Next time when I’m on tour, and you miss me, I’ll make sure I send you a video of me doing some hand exercises, and that will really get you riled up.”

“Fine,” you huffed, “you have nice hands. Now put them to good use.”

Before you knew it, you were completely naked, lying on the bed, with Donghyuck’s fingers barely brushing up and down the soft, sensitive skin of your stomach. Every time he got to the bottom, you unsuccessfully forced yourself to not shudder under his touch. Goosebumps prickled up and down your skin. For a brief moment, his fingers dipped even lower, pressing against your swollen clit. You let out a small gasp.

“Stop teasing me.” You attempted to make it sound like an order, though your voice came out as a wavering sort of beg.

Your boyfriend dragged his fingers down further, moving once over your slit. Gently, he traced over your folds, circling, but never quite touching where you needed him most. Occasionally, he’d bump a knuckle or finger tip against your clit, which could send sparks of pleasure throughout your entire being. “You’re so wet from just looking at my fingers? I mean, I knew I was attractive, but if just my hands can have this effect on you, then you must be horny around me 24/7 from just looking at me.” He slowly circled your opening, knowing how much you needed him, but he refused to give in.

“Goddamn it, Donghyuck, if you don’t finger me right now, I -- oh,” you were cut off by your own soft moan as a result of him finally giving your neglected clit some attention. He circled the bud at a decent pace, but his touch wasn’t light, either. You were already so sensitive, due to how riled up you were, no doubt.

“You want me to finger you?” he asked in a condescending tone, “you mean like this?” His fingertips glided lower, dragging through your wet folds once again. A little whine left your lips, and you bucked your hips helplessly into the light touch. Your core was aching, pounding with heat, and you needed relief, which Donghyuck seemed to refuse to give to you. He dipped a finger in, slightly, just enough for one segment of his finger to really be inside of you.

A frustrated groan left your lips, and you were a bit shocked to hear how close it was to a sob. “Please,” you finally begged, knowing the pleas were what he wanted to hear the most. You were far past caring at this point, the tight string in the bottom of your stomach needing serious relief.

When two of his fingers immediately entered without so much as a warning, your hands balled up the sheets as you cried out in pleasure. He took his sweet time, carefully scissoring you open. His fingers slowly dragged out of you before plunging back in, earning a quiet, involuntary moan from your lips. You could hear how wet you were, with his fingers squelching at just the slightest motion. At least you were too far past the point of caring.

With two of his fingers fully sheathed inside of you, Donghyuck’s fingers bent at the knuckles, curling them against the spot that made you see stars. Your back arched up off the bed, and you legitimately whined, no longer able to control the sounds that came out of your mouth.

Would he tease you about how much you liked his hands, in the future? Yes. But at the same time, you could say something about how he was getting off to using this to his advantage. You looked him, who was sitting between your legs, which were draped over his. Donghyuck’s body was facing you, and his fingers were pumping in and out of you at an unrushed pace. Your stare soon dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans. If his free hand wasn’t braced against your thigh, he’d be palming himself through his pants, clearly turned on by the sounds that spilled past your lips and the actual situation itself, which was indeed quite erotic.

You felt every inch of his long fingers drag against your tight and slick walls. As your stomach knotted up at every curl of his fingers, you grinded yourself down further, needing more and more still. You fell into a bit of a rhythm, fucking yourself onto his fingers.

When your eyes moved up to Donghyuck’s face, the smirk he gave you told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Every small force back onto his hand, every whine when he hit exactly where you needed him to -- every single thing you did, he saw, and clearly understood. So when he pummeled his fingers rapidly in and out of you, quickly changing the pace, the pleasure written across your features told him everything you were feeling.

At the change of pace, you cried out, completely shocked at the new pace and feeling. The heat that clenched at the bottom of your stomach became more intense, and you felt your walls helplessly spasm around him. “I’m so close, shit,” you managed to say.

And in the next instant, his fingers were completely gone. Your walls pounded around nothing, the emptiness of your core and roaring of your lust causing you to almost shout in frustration.

“Donghyuck, what the hell?” you asked him, feeling your orgasm fade away. “I was so close.”

“Sounds like a you problem. If you want my fingers so bad, then just say so.”

“I swear, you little shit, if you don’t--”

“Oh, are you threatening me, now?” he asked, his voice mockingly offended. “It’s your loss, not mine. I’m not the one who wants to cum on my oh-so-beautiful fingers, and clearly, neither are you.”

You sighed, easily defeated. “Please make me--” to cut off your sentence, he inserted three fingers, pushing deeply until he reached the hilt of his digits. Three was a stretch, despite the fact that you were so wet to the point that your juices were dripping down Donghyuck’s hand.

A swear was ripped from you, and your head was thrown back into the pillow, eyes shut in pure ecstasy. His fingers were curling like crazy, opening you up and making you see stars, At the same time, his thumb ran harsh circles on your clit, constantly causing your legs to shake.

“Make you what?” he inquired innocently, as though his fingers weren’t exactly playing the part.

“Make me cum, please, I’m so close, please,” you begged, attitude gone with your composure.

And his fingers thrusted faster, the room full of the sounds of your wetness and the varying sounds of your cries and pleas. The knot in your stomach curled and uncurled, heat pooling in that same area. Your legs quaked, toes curled, and walls wildly clenched and collapsed as you came around his long and slender digits, crying out his name, which you knew, in the end, was exactly what he wanted. He worked you gently through your high, making it last, but not overstimulating you. You’d cum hard enough once, and he wasn’t going to force you to do it again.

“Now, my beautiful hands, were they everything you were dreaming about?” His condescending grin was back. He wasn’t even wrong, either, for his fingers literally gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

“I hate you, you know that? And clearly, making me fall apart had an effect on you, too,” you said. You forced yourself into a sitting position, leaning forward and resting a heavy hand on his painfully hard, still-clothed cock. When a whine passed Donghyuck’s lips, it was your turn to smirk. He wasn’t the only one who could tease like that.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan smut #00 line smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #haechan #nct dream imagines

Omg hey i wanna ask if requests are open?

Omg hi, yes, they are. I have finally returned from my unannounced hiatus. Please send in requests, even though I’m so bad at replying to them

Hello, humans. I haven’t been active for a few weeks, and I apologize :( Let me clarify some things.

I have NOT lost interest in writing, or have I lost interest in NCT

I’ve been thinking a lot -- not so much about this account, but more so about life, the world, and the way I see myself, others, and everything surrounding me.

School has been a jerk, and it takes up time, as well as motivation.

Most of all, though, I keep finding myself going back to this one idea for an ff, and mentally, that is what I’m developing, as opposed to these oneshots. However, my concern about writing this fanfic is more about the appeal to those consuming the content. It’s about Winwin, and legit, if I wrote for him, the post would flop ridiculously. It’s not that all I care about are the notes I receive on a post. However, it acts as feedback, in a way -- what type of content appeals to people. For example, if I write smut, it’s going to do better than it would if I wrote, say, angst or fluff. I want to write for those reading as much as I wish to write for myself. That’s what’s stopping me from beginning to truly write this story that’s been brewing in my head for so long. In fact, the idea for that story is what motivated me to make this account in the first place.

In conclusion, though, I’m not dead, and this account isn’t dead, either. I got lazy with writing for a bit, but I’m back. I’m not going anywhere. Now, I’m gonna go write that Haechan ff :)

#i'm alive #you probably wont read this #but its okay #if you read to the end #thank you #you are amazing #all of you are #i appreciate every single one of you

LISTEN TO ME OMGNDHD I’m the soft dom Jaem anon and that was great oh my god It was perfect it was just what I wanted I’m so happy! I hope you have a marvelous week 🤑🙏🏾

HELLO, ANON, AND THANK YOU FOR THAT REQUEST AHDHFUSKAHR I always thought about it but didn't know how to execute the entire scenario correctly. I finally did it, though, AND IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ACK. Sorry to keep you waiting on it, though

I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to,, uh,, flesh out a lil sumn sumn 👀👉🏾👈🏾 (pretty pretty please 🥺) -Soft Dom Jaem anon

So this anon sent in a headcanon in which they wrote in depth about soft-dom Jaemin. You need to read it; the ask is right here.

On nights like these, he’d let you take the lead. There was something about the way your hands lingered for too long on each other, or the way you were painfully aware of every detail of his body pressed up against yours when you were cuddling, that riled you up. Neither of you could pay attention to the movie in front of you, your minds elsewhere the entire time. It took one dark glance from his lust-filled eyes, and your lips were clashing against his.

When you parted the seam of his lips with your tongue, deepening the kiss, Jaemin moaned. The sound came from somewhere deep within his throat. His hands, which were usually so gentle with you, firmly grasped your wrists and pulled you on top of him. His fingers tapped against your thigh, sending you a subtle hint to straddle his hips. You’d been in this situation twice before: A situation in which he let you lead.

You pulled your shirt off your head, but before you could even reach out to touch him, Jaemin pulled you down on top of him, pressing his lips to yours harshly. This caught you off-guard, but you weren’t at all opposed. He kissed you with everything he had, his hands holding your waist, sliding up to your shoulders, before eventually cupping your face. This, in your opinion, was when kissing felt the most intimate. His hands were light as they touched your skin, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones, but his mouth was ravenous against yours. Your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him in place. You kissed breathlessly. Heat radiated from his body, burning across your skin. Your heart was already pounding in your chest. The fabric of Jaemin’s t-shirt rubbed against your skin, and this was when you realized how badly you needed to be closer to him.

You made a noise in the back of your throat that was close to a pleading whimper, and your hands withdrew from his hair, instead grasping onto his shirt, tugging desperately. Jaemin broke away from you reluctantly, lips swollen and hair tousled. “Someone’s eager,” he teased, but he sat up to remove his shirt. Your eyes flickered down to his abs, and your fingers lightly ran over his sensitive chest. You repeated the motion, your fingertips feather-soft against his skin, which coaxed a quiet sigh of pleasure from him.

His lips connected to your neck, pressing a careful line of kisses down your throat. He was always so thorough with his actions, always taking his time with showing you how much he loved you. Jaemin held you close as the warmth of his lips trailed over your skin. The press of his mouth was tender yet passionate, every move he made intended on both making you feel good and showing you how much he adored you.

A whimper passed your lips, and you squirmed a bit in his arms from the sensation, which felt so good, but made you want him even more. He’d barely done anything, yet you were so desperate for him. The way he riled you up so skillfully, yet with the simplest actions, always amazed you. You wondered if he knew exactly how much power he had over you, even with you on top of him, still leading.

He never let up, continuing to kiss, nip, and suck your skin. Heat pounded between your legs, and your entire being was practically begging for friction.

“Jaemin,” you managed, “lie back.” It came out as a desperate plea, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When his head hit the pillow, you grinded yourself against his erection, needing something, anything, to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head tipped back slightly, and a sigh passed your lips. Jaemin grabbed your hips, and he rolled his hips right up against your crotch, both helping himself out and teasing you. You rested your hands on his chest, pushing yourself down onto him again.

A breathy utterance of a curse passed Jaemin’s lips. When you looked at his face, his eyes were shut, mouth slightly parted. You could feel how hard he was under you, how much he needed relief, as well. Once again. you rolled your hips down on him, shamelessly enjoying how your actions impacted him.

What you weren’t expecting was him to say your name in a voice of warning, firm and completely under control. His hands were holding your waist, and the look in his eyes was dark and intimidating, though you couldn’t look away. Your skin tingled under his gaze, and you froze your movements entirely. “Don’t test me.”

Fuck. The power he held over you, the way you melted from just his words, submitting to him, even when you were leading, was baffling to you. And he knew it, he knew what he did to you.

That didn’t stop you from having a little fun with the bit of power you did have, though.

You removed the rest of your clothes, and he followed suit. It was clear how eager both of you were. Your skin was alight with flames, heat and anticipation flowing through you. Jaemin was rock-hard, his sensitive tip dripping with precum.

When you decided to grind again, but this time, it was skin-against skin, you felt his fingertips dig into your waist. “What are you trying to do?” Jaemin finally asked. His voice was low and authoritative, but it was gravelly and husky, even his voice making it obvious how badly he needed relief. “You remember who’s ultimately in charge, right?” Jaemin’s fingers slowly trailed down your hips, across the expanse of your skin, until he reached your far upper thighs.

When his palms mapped out the sensitive skin, you shuddered under his touch. The way you melted just from his words, gaze, and actions was still hard for you to believe. You loved how easily you reacted to him. though, and you know he did, too.

“Are you gonna make us feel good?” Jaemin asked. His fingers went in between your legs, slowly dragging up and down your wet folds. The sensation was light, and a desperate mewl left your lips. You needed more friction, and not just the smallest, teasing bit of contact from his fingertips.

You also wanted to make him feel good so badly, to see him fully overtaken with pleasure because of your actions. You also wanted him inside of you so badly. Unable to wait another second, your entire body blazing with flames of desire, you positioned him at your entrance after coating him in your own arousal.

Jaemin’s hands were on your waist, supporting you as his length became sheathed inside of you. The intrusion was slightly unpleasant at first, especially without any actual foreplay beforehand. He caressed your sides, trying to soothe you, telling you how well you were taking him, how good you felt, and of course, how beautiful you were. That’s how it always was, really: sex with Jaemin was physically pleasurable as much as it was loving, sweet, and full of compliments and praises.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin inquired. He had simply been saying words without anticipating an answer before, forgetting to actually make sure you could handle the sudden intrusion.

Your hands flew down to his, which were still on your waist. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed his hands before allowing yourself a shaky exhale. “I’m okay.”

He beamed at you, before he whispered out a few more sweet words. Your heart melted at the sight of his face lighting up at you, and the pain vanished as his patient, healing smile was directed to you.

Your hands went to his chest for support, and his went back to hold onto your waist. Slowly at first, you simply gyrated your hips on him. You felt so full, finally relieved from the tension in your lower stomach that was begging for release. At one point, his tip lightly grazed your g-spot. He was so deep inside of you, to the point where he could hit just a bundle of sensitive nerve endings and have you cry out on top of him. How could you maintain your cool persona when he was splitting you apart, let bringing you incredible pleasure while doing so?

You brought yourself upwards on his cock, sliding up so when you came back down, he’d hit a new spot that caused you to see stars. You clenched around him like crazy from the pleasure, and you weren’t shy nor quiet with your sounds. Swears would occasionally slip past your lips, as would whines that were much higher pitched. You couldn’t contain yourself when he brought you so high up from his cock alone.

Low groans came from Jaemin, and his lips were slightly parted, allowing sounds to pass them freely. You loved the sounds he made, as he did yours, and he hated when you deprived him the pleasure of hearing them. You could see how he struggled to draw in a breath when you clenched around him, and he noticed how you’d cry out after bringing yourself back down on him at times, making it clear that he was pressing against your g-spot.

“How are you so tight?” he managed to grunt, squeezing your hips, clearly trying to anchor himself amidst the pleasure. Jaemin then grabbed your ass, squeezing there, knowing that when he touched anywhere in that general area, you were sensitive, especially to his touches, which were spontaneous, light, and possessive of so many things you couldn’t even begin to describe.

You continued to ride him at a fairly easy pace, but when he kneeded the flesh in his hands, you let out the quietest, faintest gasp of surprise, mixed with a moan of pleasure.

Your legs were slightly tired from having to move you up and down, but you kept going. You needed to cum, but more importantly, you wanted to see your boyfriend climax, as well. So what you did next was both for a bit of a break, but more so for the matters of being a little tease, seeing if he’d notice. You gyrated your hips on his, not allowing him to truly feel you ungulf him again and again. In a way, you were back to grinding, which limited what he felt, but not you.

At times, you’d clench, but he’d get minimal relief from that. His reaction began with a pout, wanting to fully feel your tight pussy hugging his walls as you moved on him. He couldn’t even buck his hips up into yours, due to the weight you were placing on his hips. What you had anticipated was a noise of sadness, likely a whine or breathy moan. But what you weren’t expecting were his hands to suddenly move to grab onto your throat.

It was a very light grab, not cutting off your oxygen, but making it a slight labor in order to inhale. Even still, it was so hot, how he snapped. Clearly, he didn’t like it when you teased him. For the record, he was the one who was supposed to have power, in this one circumstance.

“Y/n.” His voice was unlike any other tone you’d heard from him just minutes ago. This was dark and full of warning, making you snap to attention, as though the grip around your neck wasn’t enough. “I’m giving you what you want because you’re adorable, but do not let it slip your mind who’s in charge, here.”

Whenever you thought you had power over him, he reminded you how he was in charge. His hands were guiding your hips the entire time, helping him control the pace. He was praising you, too, but in times like these, when he reprimanded you, that was what sealed the deal. He had no problem flipping you over and fucking you into oblivion, with him taking the lead, you knew.

Apparently, you’d been staring off into space, slowly considering this whole situation. You were unaware of that, however, until Jaemin said, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His voice wasn’t full of threat, but it was firm. It was an order. Your eyes met his gaze.

“Who’s in charge, here?” Jaemin asked. He looked at you through dark eyes, full of the lust coursing through him. You had been close to coming, and he was sensitive, too, from the way his abs shuddered under your touch. If you answered this question incorrectly, he’d easily show you the correct answer. However, he gave you the power to correct your teasing. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked that question as a genuine inquiry, giving you the choice on how you wished to act. However, the twinge in his voice, the way it got higher at the end of the question, showed how much he wanted the answer to be a “yes.”

Fuck, he always managed to get you to crumble. You wanted to be good for him, to make him feel good because of you. Because of how much you loved him, how much Jaemin deserved, and how desperately you wanted to please him. When he smiled brightly at you or softened his tone at you, it was clear how much joy you brought him. You wanted to be a good girlfriend in this case, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! Aw, baby, I love when you’re leading. I want you to make us feel good, okay? Can you do that for me?” his voice was kind and sweet, almost to the point where you wanted to cry from his kind words and warm tone.

His “for me” was what killed you.

You nodded, but allowed your next actions to speak louder than words. Quickly, you bounced on his cock again, all despite the pain in your thighs. Hearing his deep, gravelly, attractive moans fill the air was rewarding enough. You could hear the sound of your skin making contact against his rapidly, as well as how wet you were for him.

Jaemin then reinforced his grasp on your waist, guiding you up and down, taking a lot of the pain and burden off of your legs. He was allowing you a break without actually having you stop moving altogether. It allowed you to focus on the friction between his cock and your walls, how well his pelvis was stimulating your swollen clit, as well.

So when you went hurtling towards your high, you weren’t surprised at how fast it came. The string of heat in your lower stomach snapped, causing you to cry out his name, legs shaking around his hips. You were clenching around him like crazy, walls sporadically coming down around him.

Jaemin, however, hadn’t cum yet, and you didn’t stop. Even when Jaemin squeezed your hips and assured you breathlessly that you could stop and allow yourself to rest. Instead, you forced yourself into overstimulation, desperate to make him cum.

You, at this point, were fucking yourself on his cock, close to tears and babbling incoherently. It felt so good, to the point that you wanted to stop, close your legs, and allow yourself to recover from your first orgasm. However, you powered on, legs shaking like crazy

“Y-you can stop, y/n,” Jaemin finished his strained sentence with a groan, clear how close he was, too.

You shook your head frantically, refusing to even consider his offer. No, please, I want you to feel good, too.” It came out as a mix between a plea and a sob, but it was so truthful.

With a squeeze to your hips and moans of your name, he came, filling you with his hot seed. The sensation was enough to make you come again, and you spasmed on top of him, the walls ringing with the sounds you couldn’t contain.

In a short second, with him still inside of you, your exhausted body collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. You could feel how Jaemin’s chest was covered in sweat, but you couldn’t care less.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin’s fingers were in your hair in an instant, calming and comforting you. “You completely overstimulated yourself, baby.”

“I wanted you to cum, as well,” you said voice muffled against a shoulder. Your words were small and quiet, but they were truthful. Jaemin’s heart melted, especially at your pitiful, tired statement of, “I wanted to be good for you.”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me, you know that?” his voice was quiet, but from the way he sounded, you knew he was smiling.

I’m trash at endings, but it’s 2:40 in the morning and I don’t care enough to end it well. I don’t know what this is. Like, it’s so bad, and I think I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and be like, “What the heck did I just write?” At the same time, this softdom Jaemin concept is so sweet and totally how I see him. I loved writing this.

Also, please send in requests! I suck at answering them, but it’s okay because they’re fun to read and think of plans for.

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At this point, every comeback, SM boy groups draw straws and are like "Okay, who's going at least partially shirtless THIS time?"

seonghwa with a size kink 😳 i think that would be hot😳 imagine him teasing you about not being able to reach things and also sexual wise😳

I swear, he'd call you short even if you were just slightly shorter than him. If you tried to reach something from a top shelf, he'd just watch from afar and laugh. Seonghwa is selfless and would drop anything to help you, but in this lighthearted fun, he'd watch your small for attempt the reach up and grab something. He'd also watch how whatever top you're wearing hitches up and exposes skin, at times, which brings us into...

His size kink in the bedroom. It's no secret that Seonghwa is a dom, and he'd love how your height difference gave him even more power over you. Also, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE DIRTY TALK? He'd hiss in your ear about his he's fucking your tiny body into the mattress (or really, whatever surface you're fucking on) or how he's splitting your tiny self apart. Literally, he'd cover your entire body and he'd get off on how small and helpless you'd look under him.

Great, now imagine him holding you in his arms, literally making you feel so safe because of how much bigger he is that you 🥺

Like if you say you feel bad for writing a period topic just because boys don’t have them, doesn’t that mean girls should feel bad for requesting scenarios on it?

So I’ve thought a lot about this, and here’s what I’ve concluded:

You should not have to apologize for wishing to be represented in content. Girls should not apologize for wanting to be represented in a scenario, so in this case, periods. Guys should not have to apologize for wishing writers were more inclusive with their content. The list goes on, and as much as we wish to, we can’t please everybody.

I feel guilty for not being as inclusive as I should in these scenarios. I, however, am the person putting out the content. I am putting out content that represents different people.

You, however, are simply requesting. You’re asking for a scenario that relates to you. What is the harm in that? There’s no harm in it, and therefore, I don’t believe you should feel guilty.

Thinking about this answer has also made me consider the content I put out. If you ask to be represented, I shall grant it. Meaning that if you want me to write about a scenario involving periods, I’ll write it. If you’re a male reader and wish for me to write a scenario based on that, I shall do so to my best ability. This is my answer, and I’m sorry my message / statement came across as though you should feel guilty for wanting to be represented. :(

So I know that I do a lot of screaming about Sicheng and Jaemin... but Jungwoo deserves to be screamed about, too. He's my 127 bias (it took like 300 years to choose but that's okay). His voice? It's beautiful? And he's an amazing dancer and he's so considerate and sweet and affectionate and funny and I literally want to hug him 24/7. Anyways, please love Jungwoo, because nobody ever talks about him and he literally deserves so much love 🥺

HI!! I'm the anon that asked for the reaction, thank you so much it was so gooooddd!!!

Aww, thank you 🥺 And thank you for leaving the ask; it was really fun to write

“When the lightest dusting of pink tinted your cheeks,” 😒😐🙍🏾‍♀️

Literally, writing that sentence was so insensitive of me. I need to work on being more inclusive. I’m gonna look through my works and change anything similar to that sentence. I’m so sorry :(

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