Rue

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[honeydoor]

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JAMES ੭ sunset saint (1998 r&b boyfriend cut)

the evening feels unreal, like the sky painted itself just to match your skin. the air glows peach‑gold, humming softly, and james waits for you like a figure carved out of warm light.

he leans against his car, eyes catching on you instantly—like he’s been starving for the sight.

when you step outside, the world tilts. he smiles that slow, devastating smile, the one that makes the air thicken. “you look dangerous,” he murmurs, voice warm enough to melt the horizon.

he opens the door for you with a tenderness that feels ancient, ritualistic. inside, the car smells like vanilla and and his cologne, something that wraps around you like a spell.

he drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, tracing circles that feel like they’re writing your name into the night.

the radio is playing something smooth—not a song you know, but something warm and velvety, the kind of melody that feels like it was made to drift over your pretty skin.

it fills the car like soft light, humming around you, wrapping itself gently around your thighs where james’ thumb traces slow circles.

the lookout point feels suspended above the world, the city glittering like spilled jewels. he sits behind you, arms around your waist, breath warm against your neck.

every whisper he gives you feels like a secret the sky shouldn’t hear—how your laugh haunts him, how the sunset bends itself around your beauty.

he kisses your neck, slow, reverent. “i’m not letting you drift away,” he breathes. “not in this lifetime.”

JUNHOON ੭ pacific ghost (2OO1 lo‑fi skater boyfriend cut)

the skate park feels dreamlike at dusk—concrete glowing lavender, air shimmering faintly, like the world is holding its breath for you.

the soft crackle of a burned CD playing something dreamy—maybe early the internet, maybe some underground bay area beat tape he swears nobody else has.

juhoon sees you and something in him brightens, softens, flickers like a candle catching new oxygen.

“come here,” he says, tugging you closer with a gentleness that contradicts the cool-boy mask he tries to wear.

he sits you on his board and pulls you slowly across the smooth ground, careful, almost reverent, like you’re made of something celestial.

the air smells like warm pavement and your pretty perfume, the kind that lingers in his hoodie long after you leave.

later, you’re lying on the hood of his car, the stars above you looking strangely alive, pulsing faintly like they’re listening.

he scribbles in his notebook—lines about your voice, your eyes, the way you tilt the world off its axis just by existing.

“you ever think about forever?” he asks, voice barely there.

you turn, and he’s already watching you with that soft, haunted tenderness he only shows you. he brushes a strand of hair from your face, fingers trembling slightly.

“i think about it every time you look at me,” he admits.

then he kisses you—slow, fragile, like he’s terrified you’ll vanish into starlight.

MARTIN ੭ rose gold marty (1996 pretty‑boy hip‑hop boyfriend cut)

martin arrives like a burst of color in a grayscale world — curls glowing, lips glossy, eyes sparkling like he’s been waiting all day just to see you.

the car rolls up with the windows down, wind threading through his hair as early‑neptunes‑smooth beats pulse out into the air, warm and honey‑bright.

he leans over the wheel, pink velour hoodie catching the light, gold chain glinting against his throat, lip gloss shining on his mouth because he stole yours on purpose.

he looks at you like you’re the only thing vivid enough to match him.

the moment you slide into the passenger seat, the air shifts, sweetens, bends around your prettiness.

“you ready to be adored?” he asks, hand curling around the back of your neck, thumb brushing your skin like he’s checking if you’re real.

the diner he takes you to feels like a pocket universe—neon lights buzzing softly, casting rose‑gold halos around you both. he watches you sip your milkshake like it’s a religious experience, eyes tracing your mouth with shameless fascination.

he keeps brushing your knee under the table, each touch deliberate, each glance warm enough to melt the chrome fixtures around you.

he orders strawberry ice cream for you, vanilla for himself, then switches them halfway through because “yours tastes better.”

afterward, he pulls you into a slow dance in an empty parking lot, the world around you blurring into soft streaks of color. his hands rest on your waist, gentle but sure, forehead pressed to yours.

“i’m obsessed with you,” he whispers, voice trembling with sincerity.

his kiss is warm, sweet, rose‑gold soft—like he’s memorizing the taste of a dream.

SEONGHYEON ੭ lil palisade (2OO3 coming‑of‑age boyfriend cut)

his room feels like a sanctuary—soft lamp glow, warm air, the faint hum of something old and comforting.

seonghyeon sits cross‑legged on the floor, surrounded by little pieces of himself—scattered CDs, soft lamp glow, the quiet hum of his room —but the moment you step inside, everything in him tilts toward you like flowers turning to the sun.

he’s sorting through a small stack of discs—ashanti, mariah, early coldplay, and a burned one with “for you <3” written in his careful handwriting.

he hands you a CD he made, cheeks pink, eyes shining. “these songs… they feel like you,” he says, voice barely above a breath.

and the whole room seems to soften around you.

you put it on, and the room fills with soft vocals and warm guitar, the sound curling around your pretty silhouette like a ribbon.

he watches you listen, eyes wide, hopeful, almost trembling. when you smile, he exhales like you’ve given him permission to exist.

you sit beside him, shoulders brushing, and he melts instantly, leaning into you like gravity favors you. he feeds you fruit he cut himself, each piece chosen with ridiculous care, like he’s offering you pieces of his heart.

“i like when you’re here,” he whispers. “everything feels softer.”

you kiss his cheek, and he goes scarlet, hiding his face in your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll float away.

“don’t tease me,” he mumbles. “i’m already gone for you.”

KEONHO ੭ coastline k (1994 slow‑jam boyfriend cut)

keonho arrives like calm incarnate, the kind of presence that steadies the air. when you slide into the seat beside him, the world outside the car blurs, softens, becomes something distant and unimportant.

he looks at you once, slow and deliberate, and the whole night shifts around your beauty.

the streetlights flash across his face, highlighting the sharp jaw, the soft eyes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only real thing in the world.

he drives with one hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing your skin in a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat. the streetlights flicker across his face, painting him in gold and shadow, and every time he glances at you, it feels like the universe pauses.

the beach he takes you to feels unreal—waves glowing faintly, sand cool and soft, the sky stretched wide like a dreamscape.

he spreads out a blanket and pulls you between his legs, arms wrapping around your waist with quiet certainty.

“you okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear.

you nod, and he kisses your shoulder, slow, grounding, like he’s anchoring you to this moment, to him.

you talk about everything and nothing, words drifting into the night like soft smoke. he listens with full attention, like your voice is the only sound that matters.

when you shiver, he pulls you closer, tucking you under his chin. “i’ve got you,” he whispers. “i always will.”

𑄹 ˙ ͏mírah’s whispers .ᐟ ₊ . . . first fic, praying i don’t flop <3

[honeydoor]

23:36 - myungjae

– What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't come. – You say when you meet Jaehyun in an empty hallway, you take a drag on the cigarette that was previously resting in your fingers.

– Something attracted me to come today. – He leans against the wall in front of you. He doesn't look as cute as usual. His eyes are sharper, different, I would even say seductive.

– Something or someone? – You ask, but you already know the answer.

He approaches you, rests one hand on the wall, next to your head. He practically holds you there, but leaves a space in case you want to escape. He takes the cigarette from your hand, takes a puff of smoke and blows it on your face. – Oh… Who would have thought that the puppy could smoke. – You scoff, finding it funny how he's trying to look cool.

– There are so many things you don't know about me, babe. But I know you know something. – He whispers, staring at your lips for a few seconds.

– I know what you want. – Your faces are practically glued together, you feel his warm breath. His posture, his gaze, him; all of this together makes you feel attracted to the boy.

– And are you going to give it to me? Hm? Are you going to give me what I want? – You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your faces closer, your breaths mingling. Definitely that.

– I will. – You say slyly, and he doesn’t waste any time.

He takes your lips, it’s a hot kiss, full of a desire you didn’t know you had. The boy’s big hands go to your waist, pulling you close. When you can’t breathe anymore, he kisses your neck, practically moaning when he goes down to your exposed chest. – You’re going to drive me crazy. – He laughs, and goes back to your mouth.

The night is just beginning for the two of you.

[honeydoor]

guess who is back??

[vaporseas]

every single bitch who sent and paid for those funeral wreaths in front of sm when seunghan came back, you all have a special place in hell for hating on that man for doing nothing wrong

[luvyeni]

( drabble ) after party ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 심재윤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ after watching you on the runway , he finally got you at the after party ヾ

idol!jake・ runwaymodel!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ fingering , unprotected sex , oral ( male rec. ) wc ・0.6 k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 he looks so fine in that photo , the things i want to say is crazy ...

being an idol for so long; jake was used to the fashion show — and he loved it , flying to different countries, seeing all the cool clothes… and the best of all; the sexy runway models , like you.

the moment he saw you on the runway, he was enamored by you; his eyes following you all the way down, until jungwon had to pull him back before fell out of his chair. when you came back around for the final walk — he knew he had to find a way to talk to you.

he had his chance; his other members talking amongst themselves and other celebrities, he was nursing his glass of wine in his hand — watching you dance with another model across the room. you made eye contact with him , giving him a flirty smile and a wink before walking away; sitting his glass down , standing up. “im going to the bathroom.

he followed behind you; you looked over your shoulder, smiling when you saw him behind you. he stayed close enough to see you , but far enough to not raise any suspicions. his eyes low on your low cut dress , your entire back out , he bit his lip as you turned into a quiet corner — away from everyone else.

“oh fuck…” you sighed , his plump lips on yours , a giggle leaving your glossed lips. “i don't even know your name.” he pulled away , face red from the alcohol; hair messy from you tugging at it. “it's jake.” his hands on your waist, working it's way down. “jake.” you repeated , his hand coming up your dress. “you're getting a little handsy there jake , you don't even know me.” you teased. “i know enough.” he said , cupping your heat. “shit.” you moaned out. “like how wet you are for me.”

it was on from there , his finger stringing your clothed clit , pushing your thong to the side. “please.” he pushed a finger inside you. “fuck , your fingers.” sucking on your neck. “you're so tight , been waiting to fuck you since i saw you on the runway.” he said hissing as you tightened around his fingers. “fuck me please.”

undoing the buttons of his slacks , his cock ready to be freed. “fuck , gonna stuff you full of my cock.” he lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist , slowly working his cock into your warm cunt. “fuck baby you're so fucking tight.” he cursed , hand coming up to squeeze your boob. “deeper please.” your hand on his waist as he fucked you , both of you forgetting you were still in public and someone could easily hear you. “such a slut for my cock baby -shit- you don't even know me and you were so ready to take me.”

he fully lifted you up against the wall, his cock hitting you much deeper, your cunt squeezing you. “oh fuck your pussy is like heaven.” he moaned. “god im gonna cum , gonna cum.” you gasped , yanking his hair. “fuck jake im gonna cum.” you screamed. “fuck , fuck get on your knees im gonna cum.”

quickly pulling out of you; getting on your knees, he tugged at his cock , throwing his head back as you wrapped you shimmering lips around his tip. “oh fuck!” he groaned out , ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. “mmh fuck.”

you swallowed his cum , sticking your tongue out. he let out a breathless gasp. “shit when will you be in korea? i need to see you again.” you smiled , wiping the remnants of his load of your lips , standing up. “i can make time.”

“where the fuck have you been?” jay asked once the boy made it back to his seat. “we were waiting for you , let's go.” he turned around to where you were dancing with a model once again , your hair was messy , but he knew it was from dancing , you turned to him smiling , he bit his lip turning back to his friend. “i was in the bathroom.”

"mhm wipe the pink lip gloss off your neck before you lie , and before the camera sees it."

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

[honeydoor]

guys I'm so sorry for the lacking of posts here, I just can't think in something good enough to write and i don't have any time to translate something from the other blog :((

[neocatharsis]

240915 JENO

[honeydoor]

I feel a huge need to sit on his face

[mistressxmommy]

Nothing like feeling a boy literally moan into your pussy when you make him touch himself as he eats you out and listen to you moan cute things like:

"That's all that mouth is good for eating pussy and nothing else" and " I bet you like it when I fuck your face like this and use you like the toy you are"

all while you crush his head between your thighs and watch him slowly lose his ability to function like anything more than a fuckbot.

[honeydoor]

so haechan sub coded

[enhypendata]

SUNOO for VOGUE Korea (September, 2024)

[honeydoor]

smut fic with jisung nct? 🤩

hello my beautiful anon, I'm so so sorry. ik I delivered it very late but I hope you like it 🥹 it's here!! (🐚)

[honeydoor]

ㅤ ೀ⠀painting you | jisung

ওㅤFeels like im in a Michelangelo's painting

bffs brother and inexperienced!jisung x older!femreader, unprotected sex (don't do this!!!), creampie, "little boy", dryhumping, anything else (?)

a/n: this is the first request of this blog and im so happy, ty anon for this! if there is any mistake, please let me know, enjoy as much I enjoyed writing this!!! ♡

You didn't know Jisung very well, apart from the fact that he was your best friend's brother, you didn't know much about his personality.

He was always in his room, doing whatever while you and the youngest Park enjoyed a girls' night out. He only left that place when he realized he needed to eat or communicate with his sister.

At college he was even more mysterious, he even seemed invisible in the eyes of the other girls, so much so that when he asked them what they thought of Park Jisung they would respond "Who's that guy" or "Jiyeon's brother?" He's definitely not very famous. But you know that behind the thick-rimmed glasses and the sweatshirt there is a handsome boy, better yet, attractive.

And you were attracted to him, something about his shy and unkempt personality gave you butterflies in your stomach.

Butterflies in stomach, that sounds so funny. But you can feel them every time you get close to him — which is practically every day, since they take the same course in college —. Like the time they were alone in the room while Jiyeon did more popcorn in the kitchen, your eyes never met but you knew he was watching you — too much.

But you weren't shy, not at all, you liked the attention he gave you. When his gaze goes down your body when you're all dressed up to go out with his sister, or when it lingers on your cleavage.He feels like a pervert for looking, and he feels dirty for the things he does afterwards but who cares; you wouldn't know anyway.

Or... would you?

Jisung's biggest fear was that you would find out that he liked you, or that you would find out worse things he had done to your image, nothing too strange, no, but you were his muse, the only one who had her face drawn by Jisung's skillful hands and how talented he was. every mark, mole, detail of her face he knew by heart.

But he still didn't know the details of her body.

Even though he already having seen you in a bikini other times is never enough to see the details, but don't take it to the perverted side, not at all, it's all in the name of art.

And even though he is trembling with shyness, he sends you a message in the middle of the night, hoping that you weren't awake, that way it would be easier for him to ask for what he had to ask for.

[sung ♡] - 03:58

you're awaken?

hope not

I want to ask something to you pls don't think this is strange, I'm literally afraid of your answer but I'll ask anyway

can I... paint you naked?

ik it's something really weird to ask but I need this for my art class you don't need to be completely naked tho

[you] - 04:00

sure little boy

what day??

In that moment he knew he's fucked up. you're awaken and answered him as quickly as possible. Oh gosh, he's about to freak out.

[sung ♡] - 04:03

tomorrow in the school studio?

it's more empty at 7pm

[you] - 04:04

lol u should stop calling college school but ok, ill be there

no makeup or ??

[sung ♡] - 04:04

no makeup plzz

😅

When you entered that studio, you could feel his desperation from afar. He greets you, a little shyly. His sweaty hands drying on his pants and his low voice give signs of this.

So pathetic and adorable, you liked that about him.

– Uhm... Shall we get started? Look, if you don't want to go all... hmm, you know, you can wear this cloth as a dress.– Jisung says as he arranges the materials.

– If I cover myself, you’ll miss the most interesting part of the painting. – You say laughing, Park can hear the sound of the zipper being lowered and can’t resist, he looks at you before it’s time. You really aren’t ashamed, you took off your light dress right there, in the middle of the studio but he would see you anyway, wouldn’t he? – I loved the cenary, I feel like I’m in a Michelangelo painting.

You settle into that burgundy couch, the gold accents matching your sunkissed skin. He can't help but notice, and he'll make a point of adorning you in gold on that painting. The white contrasts well with the burgundy, it's all very expensive, or so it should seem.

Jisung appreciates every curve, your enigmatic gaze and how beautiful you look in any lighting. He's enjoying every moment— and so are you.

By the end of the sketches, your body is already tense, you can see that Park's is too, so you suggest a break. It's already after eight when he finally decides to come out from behind that easel. Finally he stops and thinks, gosh, he's alone with his sister's best friend; he goes back to the same freaked out state he was in when you walked in there.

He doesn't say a word to you, he knows that if he did he would be exposing himself too much. But you insist on making him talk.

– So why me? Is a genuine question.

– W-what?

– Why you chose me, you know, to pose nude. – The comment makes the boy's cheeks burn.

– You know, I don't know many girls around here, and I don't think they'd trust me to pose... like that. – He avoids any eye contact with you, it's almost agonizing.

– So you think I trust you? – The smirk on your face is comic, he knows you're teasing him. - Cute.

He looks at you finally, stops and observes you more than art allows. – Are you hard, Ji? I can see it.

He mentally curses his easel for not covering him completely, but he can't help but feel his cock rise even more at your observation. – I can help you feel better, it looks painful.

And like the birth of Venus, he sees you get up from that couch, the fabric who barely is covering anything slides delicately to the floor, your bare feet approach him. Nervous, he doesn't move at all, he prefers that you lead.Your hands caress his hair, with false sympathy. – You can touch me, boy.

Jisung doesn't know what to do first, whether he would rather leave his hands on your waist or rest them on your ass. Either option would make you happy.

You kiss his face, making a trail down to his neck. You kiss his collarbone, slightly exposed by the button-down shirt he's wearing, avoiding his mouth for a moment because you know it will make him anxious.

– Please do this right. – He asks, his eyes closed waiting for something more.

You sit on his lap, his cock covered by the fabric of his pants right beneath you. A groan is heard in the room as you begin to move. The fabric causes a nice friction. The kiss is wet, noisy and with lots and lots of saliva. It seemed like you were waiting for it too. You don't stop moving for a moment, ending up staining the fabric with your fluids.

– Can I have you now, hm? Come on little boy, I want to play with you. – You ask, but he barely waits and already agrees, he wants to have you as soon as possible.

You stand up enough to be able to lower the zipper and release the hard, drooling member. You can't help but admire it, Jisung is big and you're going to make good use of his cock. You slowly sit on his lap, his cock being squeezed by you. – Damn, you're so... tight. – He doesn't fail to mention. You start to move up and down, the mixture of both of your fluids making it easier. His hands stop on your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you moan louder. – Oh shit!

The wet noises, the heavy breathing, their eager moans, you squeezing him tighter and tighter, everything contributed to you reaching the climax.

But he doesn't want to stop.

He picks you up, laying you down on the couch, he doesn't leave you yet and he makes a point of using you to reach his peak too. And then he starts fucking you, harder than you could imagine. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, his teeth nip at your neck. The grunt he lets out is a warning that he's cumming too.

– Sorry, I couldn’t get it out. – He apologizes for cumming inside, but you don’t care.

– It’s okay, little boy, I like that.

He makes a point of cleaning you up afterwards. He finishes the painting with much more energy now.

– If you win any award for this, I promise you'll have the best fuck of your life. – You whisper in his ear, as they look at your nude painting in the college exhibition.

Now Jisung can boast that he has more experience now (obviously in painting you).

[honeydoor]

jisung smut request anon ik it's been a month but trust me it will be delivered!!!!!! dont give up from me!!!!! please im begging!!!!!!!

[honeydoor]

I was kind of inactive but uh... let's talk about it. I was never attached to this person (I don't want to mention his name, it disgusts me), but I still felt sorry for the victim. Of course, I'm a woman, we take the pain of my companions as if it were my own and that said I will be disconnecting him and 127 (except markhyuck) from this blog.

[honeydoor]

19:32 - mingyu

– Oh my God. – Mingyu looks at you silly, a little embarrassed. The dress he had bought fit your body perfectly. – Oh my, I think I'm going to have work tonight.

You smile at him, feeling pretty and happy that after so long you were finally going out to dinner together.

– So, how do I look? – You turn around to him, he makes a "nice" sign and gets closer to you. His big hands stop on your waist, the proximity allows him to quietly say "magnificent" to you.

– Let'sgo? If I stay alone with you in this room for another second, I won't answer for myself anymore.

for better imagination ;)

[honeydoor]

my God, gringo writers have beefs here

[honeydoor]

do we have some svt girlies around here?? 👀