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₊˚⊹ ིྀ 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆
☆⠀⸺ pairing: tribute choi beomgyu and tribute female reader
You want the capitol to burn. You don’t just want the capitol to burn. You want it to explode. Every last one of those affluent, entitled, insufferable motherfuckers; you want them to sizzle over a slow flame, to roast, to burn alive. Every bizarre, overengineered building with its pointless, convoluted architecture, you want it reduced to rubble. You want President Kim, tied to a stake, to feel the slow, torturous crawl of fire consuming him until there’s nothing left but ash. No, you don’t just want to watch it happen. You want to do it yourself.
︵ ུ warnings: hunger games au! , dystopian , romance , enemies to lovers , slow-burn , politics , societal issues, power imbalance, violence! , mature! , used diff idols as characters , MDNI — if any of the warnings above might be triggering for you, please step back. let me know if I missed anything. this is a work of fiction.
︵ ུ wc: 15k — see the series masterpost here. ུ continue to next part
︵ ུ notes: it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? i’m actually tearing up as i type this. i found my way back here again, and it feels like coming home. my love for writing never left me and i hope this fic says all the things my heart can’t. thank you for being here. i hope you enjoy every word. the next part will be up on the within the week 🤍
When you wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.
You reach for it out of habit, fingers searching for warmth, but all you find is the rough canvas of the mattress cover. You’ve noticed the pattern by now, your body seems to remember the date before your mind does.
Today is the day of the reaping.
COMING SOON...
˙⋆✮ TOMORROW X TOGETHER HOST CLUB !
SUMMARY: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
GENRE: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
PAIRING: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader
INTRODUCING THE HOSTS:
SEVEN MINUTES 𑣲 CHOI BEOMGYU
( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) the last thing you’d expect from choi beomgyu is that he’s into girls too | 5830
smut. enemies to ??? bi!beomgyu. assumed sexuality. seven minutes in heaven. jealousy. reader has a crush on soobin. forced proximity. rivalry. mentions of soogyu (rumors). sexual tension. use of alcohol. fingering. oral (m receiving). hair pulling. slapping. gagging. marking. slight degradation. breast play. power dynamics.
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𖦤 seven minutes in heaven – mindless self indulgence.
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if someone had told you how the night of your enemy’s birthday would end, you probably would’ve avoided going at all costs. but soobin asked you to come.
how could you say no to him?
with a bottle of soju in one hand and his other arm slung around the birthday guy’s shoulders, the dimples in soobin’s cheeks showed up every time a joke slipped from the lips of his personal jester.
choi soobin. medicine. unfairly handsome. stupidly smart. tall. grey hoodies. a latte in his hand every morning. peach soju in his hand every saturday night.
the owner of your wettest dreams and your most romantic fantasies.
“you’re so stupid sometimes.” his laugh is contagious, almost making you join in on the joke if it weren’t for the fact that the punchline is standing right in front of you, getting all the attention you wish was yours.
choi beomgyu. law. class clown. insufferable. loud. attention seeker. soobin’s desperate shadow — or that’s what you used to call him.
you don’t remember exactly when the rivalry started, it feels like it’s always been there. somewhere between secondary school and university.
he was forced out of the closet when his friends caught him kissing some guy called choi yeonjun in the school bathrooms. everyone seemed to care that beomgyu liked boys, but as the years passed it stopped being a surprise.
his features had become more delicate, his shoulder-length hair confusing anyone who didn’t look closely enough. it was easy to mistake him for a girl — slender build, though his height usually gave him away.
even so, he and soobin were inseparable.
and even though the rumours ran through the halls, even though people said they were dating, that soobin was in the closet, that something was going on between them… it was never enough to make you give up.
you’d liked soobin for as long as you could remember.
it was a nightmare that the same boy you used to argue with about anime and video games had grown up to be so attractive. and worse — that other people noticed. like other girls. like beomgyu.
but soobin could barely keep your gaze without blushing, and that gave you an advantage.
though with beomgyu glued to him all the time, it was hard to make any progress.
“want another bottle?” you ask after a while of silence and shared glances, soobin looking down at his bottle before nodding.
you can see it in his eyes — black bags under them, his smile giving away that he’s definitely having fun, that each bottle loosens him up a little more.
“yeah, let’s go to the kitchen.”
but before he can move, beomgyu stops him. he throws you a look. then the hatred melts away, replaced by round, bright, stupid boba eyes as he looks at soobin.
“don’t you think another one would be too much?” voice soft. soobin pauses to think about it. “i don’t think you want to throw up on my birthday, soob.”
you roll your eyes. taehyun, next to you, shoots you a look. a silent abort mission — but you won’t. never if it means losing to him.
“don’t be lame, beomgyu.” you scoff, stepping forward to take soobin’s empty bottle. “bet one more won’t hurt you.”
god, soobin’s smile is worth every damn bit of effort.
the walk to the kitchen is quick. you wish it were slower — that you could share a little more, that you could have a moment alone.
but you come back with two bottles in hand, quiet laughs over random comments, and suddenly none of your friends are where you left them.
until…
“soobin!” the irritating voice calls again. “we’re playing a game.”
both of you turn to the circle that’s formed in the beomgyus room, walking over and joining them.
“truth or dare?” you mock, taking a seat beside taehyun, who’s already left a space for you.
kai, from the other side of the circle, rolls his eyes — as if the question itself offends him. “seven minutes in heaven.” he corrects.
“what? are we sixteen?” you shoot back.
“come on, yn.” you turn to beomgyu, who’s looking at you like this is the final round. the real you vs him. “don’t be lame.”
his spot in the circle is strategic, just like yours. the bottle in the middle could easily land on soobin if he tried hard enough, but your seat has its advantages too.
you look at soobin. at beomgyu. you smile and take a sip from your bottle.
it’s now or never.
taehyun goes first, heading into the closet with a blonde girl. then kai, with a boy. yeonjun goes in with a girl. han with a guy. chaewon with a boy. after that you lose count. when is it your turn? why are they playing out of order? when is it going to land on soobin? when is it going to land on you? when—
“my turn.” beomgyu announces, grabbing the bottle with something close to desperation. almost as fed up as you.
the bottle spins.
and spins.
and spins.
and just when, for a moment, you feel like you’re about to lose to him, the universe, god, or some powerful force, takes pity on you.
because the bottle does point to soobin at first… but then it tilts slightly, just enough to reveal who beomgyu will be going into the closet with.
you.
“no way.” you say when he looks at you, almost as shocked and disgusted as you are.
“c’mon!” yeonjun calls from somewhere in the room. “those are the rules of the game.”
fuck you, yeonjun.
you look away to glance at soobin, who only shrugs, a hint of amusement in his eyes. he’s enjoying this. enjoying the fact that the two people who’ve been competing for his attention have to go through this.
when the closet door closes, you can barely make out beomgyu in front of you. there are clothes hanging between you. though the space is so small you can feel his breath reaching your face.
and the smell of alcohol filling your nostrils.
“god, i can’t believe this.” he mutters, more to himself than to you. more like he’s complaining to fate than actually talking to you.
you sigh. “these are going to be the longest seven minutes of my life.”
a second of silence feels like an eternity, but eventually you see him shift — or at least try to. the closet is way too small for his frame, so he has to lean slightly just to be “comfortable.”
he pushes a few hangers aside with his hand, ending up face to face with you.
“why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he says, almost without any hatred, more like your existence genuinely makes his life harder.
you blink before frowning. “me? you’re the one who spun the bottle.”
he rolls his eyes at your complaint. “no, that’s not what i mean,” his hand travels through the length of his hair before he lets out a sigh. “i mean soobin.”
a chill runs down your spine.
“you’re the one who makes everything difficult,” you shoot back. “if you weren’t glued to him like some desperate bitch, we’d probably already be together.”
the words slip out almost without thinking, probably because of the number of soju bottles you shared with soobin a few hours ago.
beomgyu scoffs. “you’re the desperate bitch,” he raises his brows. “everything was fine between us until you showed up.”
“‘until you showed up?’” your arms cross, your chin lifting just slightly — even though both of you are speaking quietly, like you don’t want the people outside to hear. “i’ve been here just as long as you have, beomgyu.”
“soobin didn’t even look at girls until you started showing up to our hangouts,” he shoots you a look. not a nice one. “it used to be just him and me. god, why do you have to ruin everything?”
you lean your back against the closet door. “you two aren’t dating, just in case you forgot.”
you consider the conversation over. beomgyu does too.
until he speaks again, low, like he’s trying to get under your skin. “attention seeking whore.”
you look at him again, something inside you snapping awake at the comment.
you stare at each other for a few seconds, and beomgyu barely has time to react before your hand slaps his cheek without warning. his face turns red, his expression stunned.
“i don’t know who you think you are to talk to me like that.”
before you can stop him, his hand grabs your wrist tightly. stronger than you thought he could be.
“and you think you have the right to slap me?” his voice drops a decibel. he doesn’t sound like beomgyu anymore — the feminine boy competing for soobin’s attention has gone.
he steps a little closer, your eyes dropping to your wrist. “let go.”
“i don’t want to,” he answers simply, like he has that kind of power. “actually, i won’t.”
with another movement you don’t manage to predict, both of your wrists end up caught in his hands. rough. firm. almost painful. not quite.
you don’t even realise when your arms end up pinned above your head as you watch his jaw tighten.
“shit, let go of me.” you struggle, but beomgyu still has control of the situation. neither of you breaks eye contact, and you can feel he’s so close he could press his body against yours. “it’s not my fault soobin prefers me.”
the grip around your wrists tightens, starting to hurt. you don’t let a whine slip out, though you try to disguise it with a small cough.
“you think you know him?” beomgyu says quietly, low and rough. he leans in, close enough that his breath mixes with yours. “i’ve known him since we were kids—”
“so have i,” you interrupt. “long enough to know you don’t stand a chance.”
beomgyu looks you straight in the eye, shaking his head. you’re getting under his skin.
“you don’t know anything about us,” he says, this time loosening his hold so only one hand keeps your wrists pinned while the other drops to grab you by your hair, right above the nape of your neck. “you’re so pathetic you actually think you’ve got a chance.”
the tug at your hair catches you off guard, a whine slipping from your lips before you pull yourself back together.
he’s so close you could count his eyelashes, or catch the scent of soju on his breath. maybe that’s why whatever softness he usually carries is gone now.
“let go of me,” you demand again. your hands struggle, but all you manage is making his grip tighten and the hold on your hair pull harder. “shit, beomgyu. stop.” you say, a little louder this time.
he loosens his hold on your hair, slightly. but his body is still trapping you against the wood and his hand still has your wrists pinned.
he lets out a heavy sigh. so do you. even though you can barely see inside the dark closet, you can feel his gaze on yours. dark eyes, darker than ever.
you want to believe it’s the lack of light, maybe the strange closeness, the alcohol in your system or whatever else you can blame it on, but for a second you swear his eyes travel down your face. just for a second. then they return to your eyes. then they drop again.
you feel his chest rise with his heavy breaths. yours is probably doing the same.
but before you can even begin to wonder what’s happening, three knocks on the door make you both pull apart.
“we decided to let you out early,” kai says, amused. “we don’t want you killing each other.”
beomgyu is the first to come out, almost brusquely. heavy steps, unusual for him. then you follow, returning to your spot next to taehyun.
“everything alright?” taehyun asks, noticing you’re looking anywhere but at beomgyu, or soobin.
you shrug. “the worst minutes of my life.” you joke lightly, turning to him and earning a smile in return.
your fingers brush over your wrists unconsciously, not because they hurt, but because something of beomgyu was left marked on them. you can’t explain it.
the game continues. you feel soobin’s gaze on you a couple of times, as if he’s waiting for you to look back at him like you always do, but the truth is you’re distracted enough not to.
you hear the bottle spinning, people laughing, talking. taehyun’s voice sounds distant even though you try to pay attention to what happened between him and the blonde inside the closet.
you lift your gaze, glance at soobin for a split second—he’s looking at beomgyu. not like he usually does, but confused. his brow slightly furrowed.
you turn your head to follow his gaze, and that’s when you run into beomgyu’s steady stare on you. you hold it for a second, maybe less, like there’s something unspoken there. something uncomfortable.
then you both look away. why? you don’t know. it feels like embarrassment, or worse, though you’re not entirely sure why it feels that way.
“yn,” taehyun’s voice pulls you back. you blink and look at him. “your turn.”
your stomach twists, because it’s finally your turn and you’re not entirely sure what you want to happen. you pray it lands on soobin — that’s what you’ve been waiting for all night, probably your whole life — but another part of you feels a faint dread at the thought of it landing on someone else. though you’re not sure dread is the right word.
the bottle spins, spins, spins so much you curse your anxiety. your hands feel sweatier than usual, your thumb brushing over your left wrist as you watch it spin. until it stops.
kai’s mocking laugh is enough for you to know who it landed on without even looking. taehyun curses quietly beside you. you don’t even glance at soobin. you just sigh, stand up, and head for the closet…
waiting for beomgyu to follow.
when the door closes, your eyes stay on the wooden panels. the darkness doesn’t let you look for anything that isn’t there — it’s just a closet, with a few clothes hanging, with choi beomgyu on the other side. nothing else.
“do they hurt?”
his voice makes you lift your gaze, even if you can barely make out his face in the dark.
“huh?”
you hear a quiet scoff from him. “your wrists. you haven’t stopped touching them since we got out.”
“they don’t hurt.” you say stiffly, almost coldly. almost like you don’t want to remember it.
“i didn’t mean to be that rough,” he says, almost sounding apologetic. even so, his tone is still rough. “i think your slap caught me off guard.”
“that’s a very strange way of asking for my forgiveness.”
he lets out a low laugh. “ask for your forgiveness?”
you turn to look at him. “it’s the bare minimum after you pulled my hair.”
there’s a silence between you until you see a couple of hangers shift and beomgyu moving a little closer.
“do you want me to apologise?” his smile is almost mocking. you hate that.
“fuck you.” you look away.
he leans a little closer, this time bringing his hand up to turn your face towards him.
“don’t touch me.” you try to pull his hand away from your jaw, but once again he makes the same movement that leaves your wrists trapped under the control of one of his hands. “beomgyu, just—”
“shut up, yn.” he presses your wrists against the wood of the closet, above your head. you look at him for a few seconds until he speaks again. “how long have we been doing this?”
the question hangs in the air, making you think.
“longer than i can remember.” you answer firmly, as if you want to ignore the fact that you’re, once again, pinned under his grip.
“so long it almost feels unfair,” he says, testing. you can hear it in his tone. “what’s the most you’ve ever managed to get out of him?”
“what about you?” you shoot back, but he only chuckles, shaking his head.
“no, i’m asking seriously.” he says, tightening his hold around your wrists. “because neither of us has managed anything.”
his gaze drops to your lips again, and you tense. he can feel the way you tense beneath his touch.
“yn, it’s my birthday.” he says, looking back into your eyes. “and i don’t want to spend another fucking year competing for the attention of someone who does nothing for me, or for you.”
you swallow, because in a way you know he’s right. soobin’s hints have never been clear.
“can you… please stop doing that?” you mutter, as if you were disgusted. you’d love to be. you should be. but you’re not.
“doing what?” he says, not looking away.
you’ve always heard the same story about beomgyu — that he’s gay. that he likes soobin. that he looks like a girl.
this isn’t the beomgyu you think you know.
and that terrifies you.
“this.” you murmur, almost firm. almost. “looking at me like you’re about to…”
his smile grows when you refuse to say it. “like i’m about to…? come on, what do you think i’m going to do?”
you roll your eyes. he laughs.
“you think i’m going to kiss you?” he mocks, looking back into your eyes. “how drunk do you think i am?”
“drunk enough.” you answer, knowing you’ve both probably had the same amount to drink. “but it wouldn’t make sense for you to if you’re gay.”
beomgyu scoffs once again, looking at your lips and then your eyes. “i’m not gay,” he says, amused. “i’m bi.”
“sure you are,” you reply with sarcasm. because it’s impossible. because you’ve been competing for so many years that the mere possibility that beomgyu isn’t gay is ridiculous.
or that’s what you think until his other hand closes around your neck and pulls you towards him, crashing his lips against yours.
and you should pull away, hit him, maybe even bite him to make him stop… but you don’t.
maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe the closeness. maybe because his lips kiss you like he needs you. or maybe because… yes, you’re tired of waiting for soobin to make up his mind too.
his lips are soft, which doesn’t match the brutality with which he kisses you. he moves with a kind of desperation, while soft groans slip from his throat and crash against your mouth.
like a mess of urgency and want tangled together.
you’re not much better.
giving in to the kiss far too easily, your tongue finds his, tasting and savouring him so much that the small sounds of pleasure you make are swallowed by his mouth pressed to yours.
the grip on your neck is firm, like he refuses to let you pull away even though you don’t plan to. not until you have to. not until the lack of air forces you.
you look at each other. breaths slightly uneven. swollen lips. a darkness mixed with shine in both your eyes. you want to try to understand what’s happening, but honestly, you don’t care anymore.
this time you’re the one who leans in first, asking for more, wanting to feel his lips again—and he doesn’t hesitate to give you exactly what you want.
he bites your bottom lip halfway through, his tongue against yours feeling almost like a competition, and now his body is completely pressed against yours.
you hate admitting that this feels better than you could have imagined. your whole body betrays you, even if he doesn’t notice. you can feel your panties starting to feel uncomfortable, damp. and for a moment you curse yourself for deciding not to wear a bra under the top you have on, because now your nipples are hard and brushing softly against his chest.
and he notices.
the hand on your neck changes direction, sliding down to your chest. his palm brushes over the sensitivity of your nipples, making you shiver. he smiles against your lips, enjoying how sensitive you are.
at first his hand just squeezes, but when he sees you’re not stopping him he takes it as a green light.
his thumb and index finger find the swell of your nipple through the fabric of your crop top, and when he starts massaging it you completely lose whatever self control you had left.
you moan against his lips, which only makes him smile before attacking your mouth again with even more hunger.
the grip on your wrists pinned above your head makes your body feel halfway helpless, which only makes his touch feel even better.
“leave them above your head.” he murmurs against your lips when he releases your wrists and trails his kisses down your jaw until he reaches your neck.
you obey because you have no intention of stopping this. not when it feels this good.
so your hands stay above your head, and your neck tilts to the side to give him enough space.
beomgyu doesn’t take long to find the exact spot that makes you shiver, a gasp slips from your lips the moment he does, while his other hand moves to your other nipple to massage it the same way.
you can feel yourself getting wetter from what he’s doing, and it embarrasses you to realise he has this kind of power over you when you’re supposed to have hated him for as long as you can remember.
his teeth find a spot that makes you moan loudly, which only makes him laugh. he leans back slightly and looks at you, almost mockingly.
“you’re so loud.”
“shut up.”
his gaze drops to your hard nipples, clearly outlined through your crop top, before lifting back to your face. his right thumb traces slow circles that make your body twitch slightly, while you bite your lip to keep quiet.
his left hand plays with the hem of your top. “can i?”
you don’t hesitate to nod.
when part of your chest is finally exposed, he leans down to give you the attention you need. his tongue teases your nipple, making your whole body tense, while his other hand keeps playing with the other one.
it feels so good you close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the closet as a soft moan slips out before you can stop it. your hands come down involuntarily, one of them tangling your fingers into beomgyu’s hair.
you don’t know how much time has passed. beomgyu doesn’t either, and that’s exactly why he doesn’t want to waste a single minute.
while his teeth give soft bites that make you shiver, his hand slides down until it reaches your skirt. his fingers toy with the hem, silently asking for permission, and the fact that all you do is moan is more than enough for him to understand he can keep going.
his warm palm strokes your thigh beneath the fabric of your skirt. a sound of satisfaction slips from his lips and brushes against your skin, never once stopping the way his tongue keeps making you tremble against your sensitive nipple.
when his hand moves higher along the inside of your thigh and his knuckles brush your panties, your eyes snap open.
“wait.”
his hand stops. so does his mouth, pulling away from you so he can look at you properly.
“want me to stop?”
you curse under your breath. because as much as you might want to pretend otherwise, no—you don’t want him to stop.
you shake your head, and a smile forms on his lips again, this time as he rises to press you back against his body.
you feel his fingers brush softly over the fabric separating him from your most intimate spot.
a deep breath leaves his nose, warm against your skin.
“you’re so wet.” he murmurs, somewhere between aroused and amused.
“shut up.” you reply— but you’re shocked when he slaps you out of nowhere.
“tell me to shut up again and i won’t be responsible for what happens.”
you nod, because honestly the slap doesn’t scare you… it just makes you wetter.
his fingers push your panties aside carefully, his eyes fixed on you, watching every single one of your reactions. they get slick with your fluids, but he uses that to his advantage as he traces slow circles over your clit.
your brows draw together as soft moans slip from your lips, only to be cut off when he kisses you again—this time harder.
you can barely return the kiss without losing yourself completely from how good he is with his fingers. he knows exactly how to move them to make your legs tremble, and that only encourages him to keep going.
his other hand goes back to one of your breasts, tracing slow circles.
when two of his fingers slide inside you, you moan loudly against his mouth. he laughs softly.
“do you want everyone out there to hear how i’m making you feel?”
you swallow, but you can’t answer because the precise movement of his fingers pushes you toward the edge much faster than you expect.
“shit— b-beomgyu—”
“look at you,” he murmurs, this time leaning closer to whisper against your ear. your skin prickles. he’s so dangerously close that your whole body tenses. “who would’ve thought we’d get along this well if i just pressed the right buttons?”
you can’t answer, you only arch your back when his fingers pick up speed, whimpering a little louder.
“just—just like that, please.”
beomgyu moves back to your neck, sucking at your skin to leave marks you won’t know how to explain when you walk out of the closet. you don’t want to think about how long you’ve been in here, though you can’t think about anything except his fingers driving you toward the climax with quick, precise movements.
“right there?” he asks against your skin, this time pushing deeper. the pads of his fingers brush exactly the spot that makes you tense, shiver, and whine.
your hips tighten, your back arching so you can chase the friction you need so badly.
“look at me.” he tells you, lifting a hand to grab your hair and force your eyes to meet his.
you feel that unmistakable knot forming in your stomach, and panic rises in your chest. you’re not sure you’ll be able to keep your moans quiet enough so no one outside hears.
“you’re close,” he nods, because he can read your reactions like he’s always known them. “i want you to look at me when you cum, yn. look at me.”
your eyes stay on him, even though you can barely focus on anything other than how fast and good his fingers are moving inside you.
“m gonna—” you try to warn him, but you can barely speak without panting. your mouth falls open into a perfect ‘o’, your vision blurring as you reach your release.
a loud moan slips from your throat before you can stop it, but beomgyu quickly kisses you to swallow the sound so no one can hear you.
he hates the idea of anyone outside hearing you.
coming down from your orgasm with his lips on yours and his fingers carefully slipping out of you, you pull back slightly so you can speak, even when you’re already a complete mess.
“how much time do we have left?” you murmur, and he lets out a quiet laugh.
“i don’t know.” he replies, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face that have stuck to the sweat on your forehead.
“do you think they heard us?”
“us?” he mocks. “i’m not the one making noise.”
you want to roll your eyes but you can’t, still trying to recover from how intense it felt.
you take a deep breath. look at him again. he shifts a little, though he’s still pressed against you.
and that’s when you feel it.
the erection in his jeans brushes against your thigh unintentionally, but he quickly adjusts his hips so you won’t notice.
you raise your brows at him, but he just scoffs and looks away.
“don’t look at me like that,” he says before you can even say anything, “i can’t help it if you’re that sensitive.”
you don’t answer. you just look into his eyes and slowly lower yourself until you’re on your knees in front of him.
he never takes his eyes off you.
“yn,” beomgyu murmurs, placing his hand on your head and curling his index finger into your hair. “we don’t have enough time.”
you don’t listen. without breaking eye contact, your hands move to his jeans, starting to unbutton them.
“we do,” you murmur. “trust me.”
his lips press tightly together when your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock and you give soft licks to the precum gathering there. your eyes never leave him, and neither do his leave you.
your hands find their way to stroke him slowly while your mouth focuses on the sensitivity of his tip first.
rough breaths begin to fall from his lips, the muscles in his body tightening with every lick you give. his hand tenses in your hair, though he tries not to pull too hard— he doesn’t want you to realise just how much of an effect you’re having on him.
but you do.
you combine the movement of your mouth with your hands, giving yourself enough space to go deep before coming back to drag your lips over his tip again.
his legs tense, and even though he enjoys watching you take him like this, his eyes fall closed and his head drops back.
“oh fuck–” he mutters hoarsely, a faint high note in his voice betraying just how good you’re making him feel.
your hands keep stroking him, this time so you can focus on licking and sucking right at the tip. his hips jerk in response, letting you know you’re doing it right.
“mmh, s’big.” you murmur against him, making him let out a rough laugh before looking back down at you.
when your eyes meet, you lick slowly around his tip as if you’re teasing him. it works.
beomgyu bites his lip, deep breaths leaving him, almost turning into groans in his throat.
you go back to what you were doing before, stroking him with both hands while guiding the rhythm with your mouth. you go deeper this time, gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat.
“fuck,” he groans hoarsely, placing a hand behind your head so he can guide you. “don’t stop.”
his hips start pushing into your mouth, slow at first, but unconsciously picking up speed as the pleasure builds. your mouth pays attention to every inch. your lips wrap around him perfectly, your tongue licks over the tip every time his hips pull back, and your throat gives way each time he pushes deep again.
the walls of your throat tighten around him so well that he no longer cares if he’s moaning loud enough to be heard. not when you’re on your knees for him, letting him use your mouth however he wants.
his grip in your hair grows firmer, messy, like he’s trying to hold back and failing completely. his hips thrust against your mouth—fast, hard, rough—and you’re enjoying every second of it.
you close your eyes, following the rhythm of how he fucks your mouth, and you moan without meaning to, creating a vibration that makes him shudder.
“i— fuck, i can’t—” he mutters hoarsely, almost whining from the build up of pleasure he can’t release in your mouth yet.
your hands settle on his hips and you lean further forward, letting him go as deep as he needs. you gag unintentionally, but every time he feels it his body seems to ignite even more.
beomgyu feels his abdomen begin to tighten, a knot pulling hard in his stomach, warning him what’s about to happen—but he can’t let it go yet. not because he doesn’t want to.
but when you start moving your head faster than the pace his hand had been guiding you, the little control he had left disappears—replaced by pure desperation.
your throat hugs his thickness so well that the knot in his body tightens dangerously, his hand gripping your hair while his hips chase whatever friction they can get.
“fuck—yn—” he groans, low but desperate. he looks down at you again, brows drawn together, sweat slipping down his forehead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “m— close— fuck, yn—”
his hips push deeper into your mouth, chasing the release he wants so badly. it feels good. too good.
“you guys still alive in there?”
yeonjun’s voice, paired with a few knocks on the closet door, makes beomgyu freeze completely, suddenly remembering where you are and what you’re doing.
but that doesn’t seem to be enough to make you stop.
your hands stay on his hips and your mouth keeps taking his length, pulling back and sinking down again while your hands return to stroke him.
he looks at you desperately, like he’s begging you to stop and keep going at the same time.
“beomgyu?”
“yeah, we’re coming!” he tries to make his voice sound normal, even though his heavy breathing gives him away.
“it’s been seven minutes already—”
“we’re coming!”
“but—”
“one minute, fuck!”
his head falls back right after that, his lips pressed tight together to keep any sound from escaping, though it still slips from his throat anyway.
his hot cum spilling from his cock floods your mouth, and as you swallow you feel his hand stroking your hair like he’s grateful you’re doing it.
his chest heaves, sweat coating his palms and his face. you pull away from him to look up, satisfied with your work, and he lowers his gaze to find you completely dishevelled, your makeup ruined and a few tears slipping from your eyes.
the sight is so beautiful it makes him hard again and he hates it at the same time.
quickly he fixes himself, and you do the same, adjusting your top, your skirt, and your hair.
yeonjun’s mocking grin turns into a stunned expression when the two of you finally open the closet door.
“what the—”
you step out first, then him, both of you completely ignoring yeonjun. the room’s attention settles on you when everyone notices the aftermath written all over your faces and bodies. both of you glance at soobin before returning to your places.
taehyun turns to look at the shine in your eyes and the marks on your neck.
you just look back at him and shrug, taking a sip from the bottle you still had left.
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sooo this is what beomgyu looks like when he’s sweaty and tired after using up all his stamina…
no but nsfw aside his great energy must’ve drawn baby yoojun… i’m sure he would make a great dad holy shit i love txt parenting diary so much
bad puppy
puppy!gyu who is always licking and biting you, chewing on your fingers, and gnawing at his toys. it gets a little embarrassing when you explain to your coworkers that your puppy keeps biting and that’s why you’re hands are covered in teeth marks. but, his silly mouth habits are good for something else too!!😊
genre: puppy hybrid!beomgyu x fem!reader smut oneshot
wc: 3.6k
warnings: sub!beomgyu, puppy!beomgyu, use of names puppy/baby/good boy, begging, gyu cries cuz he’s so needy, oral (f!receiving), mentions of masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, gyu gets praised a decent bit, reader is lowkey sort of taking advantage of gyu, gyu is super inexperienced and doesn’t really understand what oral is or that he’s doing it
💌: this fic is just pure self indulgence bc i am deeply in love with puppy!gyu. sorry not sorry. i have 2 other puppygyu ideas in my drafts so lmk if you guys want them!!
Beomgyu is a good, sweet puppy.
Most of the time, at least.
Ever since the day you brought him home from the shelter he’s been completely glued to you.
Always curled into your side, draped across you somehow, finding his way into your space like he belongs there.
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come home from work only to find him already asleep in your bed, tangled in your blankets and drooling onto your pillow as if it were his own.
Waking him up is always the same.
A sleepy blink, a soft whine, and then suddenly he’s clinging to you, arms wrapped tight as he buries his face into your shoulder, mumbling about how much he missed you soooo much.
You’d think you’d been gone for weeks with how he acts when you come home. And without fail, it never takes long before he starts pressing little, careless licks along your neck.
When you lightly tug at his hair to pull him away, he resorts to your cheek instead. Completely ignoring your words.
“Gyu, no licking.”
You say it every time. You mean it every time.
But he just can’t help it! It’s just how he shows affection, any other puppy hybrid would do it.
Still, there are moments where his tongue lingers a second too long in the wrong place, and you feel your face warm before you can stop it.
A reaction you’re quick to shut down, brushing him off before he can notice and ask questions he wouldn’t even understand.
You know it’s probably wrong for your body to react this way, but every time you simply tell yourself, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” and you leave it at that.
Never bothering to read further into it.
Of course, Beomgyu doesn’t know why you pull away.
To him, it’s simple. He loves you, and this is just how he shows it.
The licking isn’t even the worst of it.
He bites too.
Not enough to hurt or break skin, just enough to get your attention.
Teeth pressing into your arm or leg when you’re not giving him the attention he so desperately wants.
He just wants you to look at him, to touch him, to focus on him, anything at all as long as he gets your attention.
Even when he’s just bored, your hands are usually the first thing he reaches for. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingers like they’re just another one of his toys.
Which, to be fair, he goes through quickly.
You’re pretty sure you’ve replaced at least three this month alone.
It’s cute, sure.
Endearing, even.
But that doesn’t stop it from being a little embarrassing when your coworkers catch sight of the faint teeth marks scattered across your hands, raising their brows and asking if you got attacked by something.
You always laugh it off. Awkwardly smiling while trying your best to explain that your puppy just has a bit of a biting problem.
—
By the time evening settles in, everything is quiet.
You’ve been home for a few hours now, the weight of the day finally starting to melt off your shoulders. Your apartment is warm and dimly lit as the TV hums softly. The first thing you deemed interesting enough to watch playing in the background.
Beomgyu is curled up beside you. Head in your lap, body angled toward you, as close as he can get without sitting on top of you.
The same as almost all your evenings go.
You’ve been running your fingers through his hair for a while now. slow, absent strokes that match the rhythm of the quiet room. His eyes are half-lidded and relaxed, completely content like this is all he needs.
After a while your hand slowly comes to a still, resting on Beomgyu’s cheek as you brush your thumb up and down a few times before completely stopping.
You had only stopped for a moment, but that’s all it takes.
It’s subtle at first. The faint shift against your palm, the light pressure of his teeth as he starts to chew, slow and absentminded, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it.
You don’t even bother looking away from the TV.
“Gyu,” you murmur, voice soft. “Stop biting.”
“Not biting.” he mumbles back, muffled against your hand.
You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself.
He’s not even pretending to watch the show anymore. His entire focus is on your hand, brows slightly furrowed in quiet concentration like this is the most important thing he could be doing right now.
You shift your hand just enough to run your finger lightly over his teeth.
“Are you teething or something?” you tease.
“I’m not a baby.” he mumbles, a small pout pulling at his lips.
You let out a quiet laugh, scratching lightly behind his ear in apology. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you move again, sitting up just slightly.
He follows your movement immediately, sitting up as well as he watches you.
You lean forward, reaching for your drink on the coffee table, twisting the cap open as your attention drifts further away from the show playing on.
Just before you could bring the bottle to your lips, a sudden, sharp scream cuts through the room from the TV.
It startles you enough that your hand jerks, the bottle tipping just slightly. Before you can even register what happened, you can feel cold liquid all over your lap.
“Shit-”
You barely have time to react before Beomgyu already has.
By the time you even look down, he’s already leaning in, tongue brushing over your skin as he starts cleaning up the mess like it’s the most obvious solution to this problem.
And to him, it is.
He does this all the time.
Any spill or drop of anything, no matter how big or small, he’s always quick to take care of it before you even think to grab a towel.
So at first, you don’t think anything of it.
You just let him.
But he doesn’t stop at just the tops of your thighs, his tongue trailing up dangerously close to the place where you can feel a faint familiar heat start to make itself known.
And suddenly, you’re very aware of where he is.
Your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck before you can stop it, and this time you react quickly. Your hand coming down against his head to gently but firmly push him back.
“Gyu-”
He stops immediately.
Not because he understands, nor does he want to stop.
Just because you told him to.
He looks up at you, eyes wide and soft, head tilting slightly to the side in quiet confusion.
You avoid his gaze almost instantly, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.
“I can clean it,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”
You hear a small, almost pitiful whine leave him.
His brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout as he looks back down at your lap, then up at you again, confused.
Because this doesn’t make sense.
You always let him do this.
So why not now?
Before you can even get up to get a towel or a change of clothes, Beomgyu’s tongue is right back on your thighs.
Like I said, he’s a good puppy most the time.
You gasp softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you again. His hand landing on your knee to pry your legs open, determined to clean you up.
He really was just trying to help you clean your mess!
Sure, he was being a bit of a brat about it, but he’s a brat about lots of things when he doesn’t get his way.
But the second he got your legs open enough for him to lick up the liquid that had fallen to the insides of your thighs, his breath hitched.
Beomgyu isn’t a complete stranger to pheromones. He remembers smelling them from a female hybrid whose crate was next to his for a few days back when he was in the shelter. But what he could smell coming from you completely flipped a switch in his brain.
Without even thinking, his face was suddenly pressed against your core, desperately sniffing trying to figure out why your scent is making him feel so, so dizzy. Intoxicated, even.
Your eyes went wide at his new found interest, hands flying to his head to try to push him away once again.
It takes a few tries, especially as he digs his hands into your legs to keep himself anchored in place. But eventually you manage the strength to move him away.
The words “bad puppy” leaving your mouth as you try your best to sound composed, earning you the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard leave Beomgyu’s mouth.
You’ve never seen him this way before, his eyes completely blown out and full of need, his tongue darting to keep in the drool that threatens to spill from his mouth, his hands squeezing into you as if you might disappear if he lets go.
You would almost feel bad for him if you weren’t so focused on keeping down the filthier-than-you’d-like-to-admit thoughts that were flooding your brain.
And maybe if it weren’t for said thoughts, you’d have noticed the way he was gently thrusting into nothing against his pants sooner.
The moment you did however, the prettiest little “please…” fell onto your ears. Full of nothing but need and desperation.
Your eyes move back up to Beomgyu’s face upon hearing his voice, his eyes all teary now and eyebrows furrowed.
His eyes move back and forth between your own as he doubles down.
“Please… ‘m sorry, I don’t wanna be bad… but it hurts so much…” he manages to get out between sniffles.
Small tears are slipping down his flushed cheeks now as you bring your thumb up to wipe them.
Your gaze softens as he leans into your hand, hiccuping small mumbles of apologies, ears low against his head.
“Shh, it’s okay baby. What’s hurting?” you coo at him, no longer putting in much effort to push away the lewd thoughts corrupting your mind.
“Hurts… down there…” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips continue their sloppy uneven movements.
You hum in response, not exactly sure what to do next.
Before you can begin figuring that out, Beomgyu softly pleads “Help please…” in the most pitiful voice.
He doesn’t seem to even fully understand what he’s asking for.
All he knows is that his head is spinning.
And that the ache in his boxers is so painful.
And that he wants you to fix it, whatever that may mean.
You pause for a moment, considering your options.
You could help him, or maybe you could try to teach him how to take care of it himself.
Either way, playing dumb or backing out was no longer in the equation for you. Especially not while your sweet puppy is begging for your help.
Your gaze drops down again as you think.
You watch as his body continues to react, hips rutting up at nothing even when he’s trying so hard to stay still for you.
Help
The word rings in your head once again.
That’s all this is.
And that’s what you continue to tell yourself as you slowly move your hands away from Beomgyu.
Legs spreading just slightly as he looks up at you with big, eager eyes.
His crying slows as he looks at you patiently, waiting for any kind of approval. You’d be proud of him for waiting if this were a normal night.
You’re not really sure what exactly he wants, but you’re also not stupid.
He’s obviously turned on and hard to the point where it’s hurting him.
You could pull his pants and boxers down and touch him.
Or you could just fuck him until he can’t think straight like your brain has been yelling at you to do since the moment he started licking at your thighs.
No, stop it. He’s crying and you’re thinking about fucking him, you perv.
So instead, you decide the best thing to do is to just stop stopping him.
Your thoughts are abruptly halted as you feel Beomgyu’s hand sliding up your legs, fingers stopping right at the edge of your shorts and tugging ever so slightly.
A soft whine slipping past his lips as he stares at your clothed core.
“Do you want me to take these off?” you ask softly, hooking your thumb into your waistband and watching for his reaction.
Beomgyu’s cheeks flush an even darker shade now. He nods quickly. Looking back up at you, ears perking up and tail slowly starting to wag.
You smile at him sweetly, still unsure of what exactly he’s gonna do to you.
Nonetheless, you find yourself sliding your shorts off and tossing them aside before you can think too much about what you’re doing.
Beomgyu wastes no time eagerly shifting closer to you. Hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly as if he’s trying to ground himself.
He still needs to be taught patience though, so you put a finger up and sternly tell him “wait.”
He pouts, but listens. Waiting patiently as his eyes flicker back and forth from your face to your panties.
The soft thud of his tail hitting the ground over and over slows a bit as you watch him.
You make him wait an agonizing 20 seconds before lowering your hand.
“Okay, good boy.”
He swears it felt more like 20 minutes, but he’ll do whatever you want right now. No matter how hard it is to sit still.
Beomgyu presses his nose up against your core again, a little more shy and hesitant at first.
That doesn’t last very long before he’s whining against you and pushing his face as close as he can get. The thin layer of fabric separating you making your scent so much stronger than it was earlier.
His head is spinning now. He has no clue what he’s doing or feeling, his body only moving on pure instinct.
You’re trying your best to not let small moans fall from your lips when Beomgyu begins licking right at your clit through your panties.
He’s a little rough and clumsy, not having the slightest clue what he’s doing.
But then again, he isn’t trying to give you head.
You almost feel slightly ashamed at how easily you’re reacting to his inexperienced tongue. But it’s been so long and he’s just so cute.
Beomgyu’s not picking up on your small noises at all.
How could he?
Poor baby is tunnel visioned onto your cunt.
Although, he does notice the way your scent increases the more he licks.
The thin veil of your panties separating him from you is driving him insane. He has half a mind to just pull them off, but he knows he’d probably get in trouble for that.
So instead, he uses all his strength to pull his face away from you. Leaning his head against your thigh and bringing his pretty fingers up to tug at the hem of your underwear.
He doesn’t need to say anything, the pleading look on his face accompanied by the small whimpers leaving his throat tell you everything you need to know.
For a second, you wonder if maybe this is going too far.
But the way he’s looking at you right now only solidifies that you already have gone too far.
You try your best to ignore your thoughts as you give him a nod of approval.
Beomgyu quickly pulls your panties down, only bothering to completely discard them from one leg. Leaving them to hang around your ankle before you kick them away.
His tail shoot’s up at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of him. His eyes might as well have giant cartoon hearts shooting out.
He hurriedly resumes his earlier position, tongue flat as it swipes across your entire core.
You let out a gasp, not able to contain yourself anymore. Feeling a little embarrassed when you notice Beomgyu’s ear perk up a bit at the noise.
The taste and smell of your slick against his tongue is unreal.
He thinks this must be what heaven is like.
He laps at the liquid slowly oozing out of you, not wanting to waste a single drop.
As cute as it is watching him be so entranced, your clit is feeling a bit neglected now. You know you’ll probably scold yourself for this later, but your hands are already tangling in his hair and pulling him up just enough for his tongue to land right back where you’re needing it.
Your head falls back as a moan leaves your lips.
Beomgyu looks up at you with sweet, curious eyes.
“Does it feel good?” he mumbles against your cunt.
You’ve been asked this exact question by various different men. But this is so much different. Those men knew what they were doing, and Beomgyu doesn’t have a clue.
It’s almost endearing, the way his tail starts to wag rapidly as you moan out “Mhmm, good boy. Keep- fuck- keep going”.
The moment he realizes this feels good for you too, you’re screwed.
He’s so very eager to please you.
He doesn’t understand what he’s doing, but he knows it’s making you happy and that he’s a good boy for doing it.
That’s all he needs to understand.
He’s a quick learner too. Mentally noting every little reaction or tug of his hair.
Soon enough, his clumsy and messy mouth is doing a lot more than just licking.
He’s sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue flat against it and shaking his head, lapping up the juices gushing from your hole.
When the tip of his tongue slides just barely inside of you, you let out a weak “Ah- Gyu-“.
He’s a bit confused, he thought you liked it better on your clit.
But he’s too far gone to think anything more of it before he’s shoving his entire tongue inside of you.
He stills for a moment, tongue prodding around inside of you.
He’s getting pretty good at this, but he’s still fairly clueless. So you take it upon yourself to start pushing and pulling his head back and forth until he quickly learns what to do.
His chin is wet and dripping as he fucks in and out of you with his tongue, tail thudding so loudly against the floor you’re a little worried he might hurt himself.
The slew of curses and moans leaving your mouth only spur him on.
All he wants is to be good for you, and for this to never end.
He pulls his tongue out of you and begins working on your clit once more.
You’re so dazed out you’re no longer even capable of worrying about what you’re doing. Instead, you’re worrying about how empty your hole feels.
You grab one of his hands that are still anchored onto your thighs, bringing his middle and ring finger into your mouth for a moment before pushing them inside of yourself.
Your eyes roll back as you hold onto his wrist and push his fingers in and out.
Poor puppy is so confused :(
His jaw is getting sore and he doesn’t understand why you’re fucking yourself with his fingers when he thought you liked his tongue.
But he won’t complain. Not when you’re mindlessly babbling on about how good he’s doing and how he’s such a good boy.
Your hand starts to slow and loosen its grip on his wrist now, getting a little tired. He’s quick to pick up on it and begin moving his fingers on his own.
He notices the way your breath catches when his fingers hit a spongy spot inside you, fastening his pace and curling his fingers to hit it over and over.
It’s almost scary how quickly he’s getting the hang of this. You’re so close to finishing all you can do is throw your head back and weakly moan out “Gyuuu”
Within seconds you’re coming undone all over his fingers.
And yeah, he could feel the way you tightened around him and how your legs begin to shake a little, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t ever want to stop.
If you let him do this until his jaw and fingers physically couldn’t move anymore, he would do it in a heartbeat.
The overstimulation is beginning to be too much as his pace never falters.
You try to push his head away and gather the strength to mumble out “Gyu wait- ah- slow down-“.
But your words fall on deaf ears.
You all but shove him away as he finally lets go.
He looks up at you with a pout on his swollen and wet lips.
You smile softly at him.
“I’m sorry baby, it’s sensitive.” you say, ruffling his hair a bit as you catch your breath.
He continues his pout, but nods and stays put.
You take a moment and allow your eyes to run over his appearance.
His hair is a mess and his chin and cheeks are completely soaked.
Your eyes run down his body and land on his lap, where a large dark spot sits.
He must’ve came while he was eating you out.
He shyly looks away from you, noticing your gaze and moving his hand to cover his crotch.
You were so dazed out you didn’t even pick up on the way one of his hands left your thigh and began rubbing himself through his pants.
Or the way he whined and moaned against your cunt.
“Does it feel better puppy?” you say using your foot to move away his hand.
Beomgyu’s eyes sheepishly meet yours again as he nods.
“Yeah but," he frowns, "it’s all sticky now.”
You can’t help but smile a little at his words.
Maybe your sweet puppy’s silly licking habits have some good uses.
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freaktober day 31 | lee chanyoung (anton)❤️
genre: it won't fit, squirting, kinktober masterlist
"I can take it," you moaned.
Your boyfriend Anton loomed over you; hips nestled between your open legs. His heavy body pressed you down into the mattress.
You felt the tip of his cock prod against your hole.
“That’s it,” he grunted. Anton rocked his hips forwards, trying to push his cock inside your pussy.
His brows were furrowed, and his silver necklace dangled in the space between you.
Anton tried to push himself in. He was firm but gentle, applying a constant pressure. You felt your pussy stretch around his fat tip. Already, it was too much. The stretch grew into an intense burn.
"Stop, stop!" You shoved his shoulder, wincing.
Anton pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed. You watched his muscled chest rise and fall as he panted.
"The tip went in that time," Anton said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'd call that progress."
Director's Cut (cont.)
pairing: porn director!haechan x newbie porn star!fem reader
genre: smut (pwp) 18+ mdni!
warnings / tags: explicit sexual content, workplace power dynamics, horny pining, eye contact kink / eye fucking, voyeurism-ish, soft dom haechan, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (whoops), overstimulation, squirting
wc: ~7.5k of pure filth
a/n: i am so so so sorry for keeping you guys waiting 🥲 sorry in advance if it's shitty af so please lower your expectations 😭 but still! please please please let me know what you think 🙏
Part 1
THE ORGASM DONORS: YOU HAVE BOOKED JOHNNY SUH!
pairing: donor! best friend! johnny x client! best friend! reader | genre: smut | words: 10k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+ inappropriate use of a doctor’s examination table, clitoral stimulation, domination, dirty talk, fingering, hair-pulling, kissing, nipple-play, brief! oral sex, raw sex, rough sex, size kink! multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of pet names: baby, doctor, doll
an: donor johnny is finally here! the layout for this doesn’t follow the usual of the previous orgasm donors which is why the warnings are already included above. you’ll understand why i had to do it this way as you read. without further ado, i give you the first donor - with love, c.
✚ THE BUSINESS PROPOSAL ✚
“what if i told you my friends and i’ve got this idea. something big. revolutionary, even,” johnny said, voice low and serious.
you arched a brow, setting your phone aside, as you look up at him from your shared couch, “revolutionary? like curing world hunger revolutionary, or your usual ‘let’s invent the next uber but for tacos’ revolutionary?”
YOU KNOW ME SO WELL ⟡ L.DH
sypnosis: the one where your bestie proves you wrong. pairing: haechan x fem!reader genre: smut. fluff. crack. slice of life. besties to lovers? haechan's profession not specified. you can picture him as an idol or not. up to you :) word count: 8.2k+ warnings: both horny af. haechan is my dream man in this im sorry. he's tryna stay cool but fails miserably. oc wants him but doesn't know it. they're both acting nonchalant but couldn't be more CHALANT. oral (fem!receiving). big phat dick!hae (what's new). smooching. pnv. they fuck on his sofa. unprotected sex (pooja what is this behaviour!). spit. light choking. creampie. cum eating. he literally feeds her his cum hahah im ok. dirty talk. slight degradation. use of the word 'slut' (i love him). oc smokes a cig bc she's had a rough night. mentions of fake orgasms. confusion. this is mostly FILTH.
cookie's note: hi there. not entirely sure what this is, but it's been sitting in my drafts since last year, so here you go! maybe i'll write for these two again in the future, i haven't decided yet. in the meantime, i do hope that this soothes even just a tiny bit of the sadness that's been flowing around ncity the past few days. for all my sad but always horny neo queens! alabyuuu, cookie ♡
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YOU KNOW ME SO WELL ⟡ L.DH
sypnosis: the one where your bestie proves you wrong. pairing: haechan x fem!reader genre: smut. fluff. crack. slice of life. besties to lovers? haechan's profession not specified. you can picture him as an idol or not. up to you :) word count: 8.2k+ warnings: both horny af. haechan is my dream man in this im sorry. he's tryna stay cool but fails miserably. oc wants him but doesn't know it. they're both acting nonchalant but couldn't be more CHALANT. oral (fem!receiving). big phat dick!hae (what's new). smooching. pnv. they fuck on his sofa. unprotected sex (pooja what is this behaviour!). spit. light choking. creampie. cum eating. he literally feeds her his cum hahah im ok. dirty talk. slight degradation. use of the word 'slut' (i love him). oc smokes a cig bc she's had a rough night. mentions of fake orgasms. confusion. this is mostly FILTH.
cookie's note: hi there. not entirely sure what this is, but it's been sitting in my drafts since last year, so here you go! maybe i'll write for these two again in the future, i haven't decided yet. in the meantime, i do hope that this soothes even just a tiny bit of the sadness that's been flowing around ncity the past few days. for all my sad but always horny neo queens! alabyuuu, cookie ♡
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I know I'm late but wtf dude. Let me just do something real quick-
there was something in the air that day in zandvoort 😩
MULTICHROMA | CH. 2 | NCT DREAM x READER
Summary: Years as a criminal psychiatrist spent sorting the criminally insane into neat predictable categories made you believe you have seen it all.
Then came Park Jisung, Prisoner 025 of the Cypher Penitentiary for the Mentally Disturbed, who flipped your life like a puppeeter tossing a coin. How will you play this game if you're set against multiple madmen sharing one set of fingerprints?
Trigger Warnings: mental illness, multiple personality, Jisung is the host and the dreamies are his 'personalities.' straight out crimes. Murder. Death. Kidnapping. Wet dreams. Reader x Dream. Fingering. Eating out. Choking. Nipple Play. I am NOT a doctor or a licensed psychiatrist. This is a work of fiction and the boys are simply muses. Their characterization here is fictional. Minors, do not interact. Please be responsible readers.
Copyright: neonacity, 2026.
CHAPTER 1
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Your hand shook a little as you lifted the styrofoam cup to your lips. It’s been hours since your coffee had gone cold, but you couldn’t be bothered. For now, you decided to settle in gulping down the dregs settled at its bottom, murky and grainy against your throat.
Your eyes were set on your monitor, but you were not really seeing, nor comprehending the words there. Instead, it was focused on one name printed across the glaring screen. You have been staring at it for the last hour that you’re sure, if you close your eyes, the letters were already branded behind your lids.
Lee Jeno.
customer service
drug dealer! oscar piastri x reader
summary: Y/N hears from a friend of friend that a guy who sits in the back of her physics class sells weed. New at this, she finds herself at a small party at Oscar Piastri's place - where she tries to buy drugs for the first time. Can't be that hard, right?
warnings: smut 18+ (sex for drugs, dom/sub dynamics, shotgunning, one puff of a joint before sex, minimal praise kink, some condescending dom!oscar, dry humping, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex?, some v light degredation/)
word count: 5.5k
The air downstairs felt different—warmer, thicker, like it had been exhaled too many times and never replaced. A single bulb hummed in its cage above, throwing long shadows across the damp concrete walls. You clutched the folded bills tighter, the edges softening with the sweat of your palm.
Oscar sat at the far end of the room, not so much relaxed as perfectly composed. One leg crossed over the other, a glass balanced at his fingertips, the kind of posture that made it clear he wasn’t the one out of place here. He’d been watching you since you first hesitated at the bottom step of the staircase.
“First time?” he asked, voice quiet enough that you weren’t sure if it was meant to carry. Still, it cut through the background noise — the bass thrumming from upstairs, the muffled laughter, the shuffle of footsteps.
Your mouth went dry. You nodded before you could stop yourself, embarrassing pinkening your cheeks.
customer service
drug dealer! oscar piastri x reader
summary: Y/N hears from a friend of friend that a guy who sits in the back of her physics class sells weed. New at this, she finds herself at a small party at Oscar Piastri's place - where she tries to buy drugs for the first time. Can't be that hard, right?
warnings: smut 18+ (sex for drugs, dom/sub dynamics, shotgunning, one puff of a joint before sex, minimal praise kink, some condescending dom!oscar, dry humping, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex?, some v light degredation/)
word count: 5.5k
The air downstairs felt different—warmer, thicker, like it had been exhaled too many times and never replaced. A single bulb hummed in its cage above, throwing long shadows across the damp concrete walls. You clutched the folded bills tighter, the edges softening with the sweat of your palm.
Oscar sat at the far end of the room, not so much relaxed as perfectly composed. One leg crossed over the other, a glass balanced at his fingertips, the kind of posture that made it clear he wasn’t the one out of place here. He’d been watching you since you first hesitated at the bottom step of the staircase.
“First time?” he asked, voice quiet enough that you weren’t sure if it was meant to carry. Still, it cut through the background noise — the bass thrumming from upstairs, the muffled laughter, the shuffle of footsteps.
Your mouth went dry. You nodded before you could stop yourself, embarrassing pinkening your cheeks.
Cross the Line 1 - OP81
pairing: dom!OP81 x OC
genre: romance, friends-to-lovers, power dynamic
warnings: this story will contain 18+ content (mdni), dom!oscar, sub!oc, explicit sexual content, power imbalance, consensual bdsm elements, spanking, choking, orgasm control, fingering (f receiving), cunnilingus, blow job, p in v, unprotected sex (pls be safe!)
wc: part 1 - 4,369 (no smut yet)
Despite their completely different worlds, they’ve always been inseparable. To everyone else, they’re just best friends. But the way he looks after her, the way she clings to him, and the way neither of them can seem to stay away from each other says otherwise.
When a teasing comment accidentally reveals a darker, more controlling side of Oscar he’s been hiding, their dynamic starts to shift. What used to be playful arguments and quiet care slowly turns into something far more intense.