heyyyy I’m keta (yes like the drug lmao)! I’m a 21 year old writer from Germany! I’ve been on tumblr for almost a decade now but only started to publish fics this year! I mostly/only write smut sooo this blog is 18+ :) I’m interested in a lot of things but you’ll find me mostly thirsting and yapping over chan :p
‧₊˚✧ masterlist ✧˚₊‧
⌗ bang chan
silver fox (18+)
hooray (18+)
black friday (angst; fluff)
from eden (18+)
big noses (18+)
lights down low (18+)
taste of you (18+)
gooning (18+)
down under (18+)
again (18+)
⌗ felix
P*RNSTAR (18+)
⌗ changbin
teach me how to scream (18+)
eating you out after coming home from tour (18+; drabble)
`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ late night thought: changbin eating you out after coming home from tour…
warnings: NSFW/rpf, oral (f receiving), soft dom energy, praise, intense focus on partner’s pleasure, sensual and emotional tone
It starts with a kiss.
A soft one — slow and unhurried, shared in the warm hush of your bedroom. You’re still tangled in sheets, limbs wrapped around each other, the sun just barely rising.
But there’s something different about the way he’s touching you.
More deliberate.
More focused.
Like he’s memorizing you all over again.
His hand slides under your shirt, trailing slowly up your side, and when you look into his eyes — sleepy and dark and so full of want — your breath catches.
“Binnie…?”
“Just let me,” he whispers, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Let me have you.”
And how could you ever say no to him?
You lay back without a word, heart already pounding, and he follows — kissing your lips once, then your jaw, then lower. His hands are firm but gentle, easing your shirt up, pressing kisses to every inch of newly exposed skin.
“You don’t know how many nights I thought about this,” he murmurs, lips brushing down your stomach. “Being here. With you. Tasting you.”
You whimper when his hands slide under your thighs, spreading you open slowly, reverently, like it’s sacred.
He lowers himself between your legs, eyes locked with yours, mouth hovering just above your center.
“You’re already wet,” he whispers, voice all heat and affection. “God, baby…”
And then he dives in.
Tongue slow at first — a gentle lick from bottom to top, just enough to make you shudder.
You gasp, hand flying to his hair, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even blink. Just groans low in his throat and keeps licking, keeps kissing, keeps devouring like he’s starving.
“Fuck—Changbin—”
He hums against you, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently. Then firmer.
The rhythm he finds is almost cruel — steady, perfect, toe-curling. Like he knows exactly how to break you apart, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it.
You writhe, tugging on his hair, moaning his name over and over.
“Feel so good,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to kiss your thigh before going back in. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”
Your thighs twitch around his head, but he just grips them tighter, anchoring you in place.
“Stay still for me,” he murmurs. “I’m not stopping until you come all over my mouth.”
You’re already so close.
He flattens his tongue, licking broad and slow, then flicks the tip against your clit until you’re whimpering, your back arching, your body trembling like a live wire.
“C’mon, baby,” he coaxes between kisses. “Give it to me. I want it.”
And you do.
You come with a cry, thighs clamping around his head, hips rocking helplessly into his mouth as he works you through every wave.
But he doesn’t stop.
He licks you through your orgasm — gently now, lovingly — until you’re gasping, twitching, completely wrecked.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are slick, chin wet, eyes half-lidded like he just tasted divinity.
“You okay?” he asks softly, crawling back up your body.
You nod, dazed. “Holy shit.”
He laughs — low and proud — and kisses your lips, slow and messy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Next time,” he whispers against your mouth, “I’m doing that until you cry.”
a/n: I’m not dead guys I promise!! Anyways this has been on my mind for quite some time now bye
summary: your love feels like having vertigo. but like- in a good way.
rating: 18+ (mdni!!)
wc: 2.6k
warnings: smut/rpf!!, fluff ofc, established relationship, fingering, PUBLIC SEX ON A ROOFTOP AT NIGHT BC IM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC AND SAID SO, protected piv (see? That’s how we do it guys), just really soft vibes overall so again FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF
a/n: eh? Hopeless romantic she said? Yep, yep that’s me.
* masterlist
The night air was warm, the kind of lingering heat that clung to the city long after the sun went down. From the rooftop, the skyline stretched endlessly—buildings stacked like constellations, each window flickering like a star. The hum of traffic below blended with the faint bass of music drifting from some bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t loud, not overwhelming, just enough to feel alive.
You leaned your elbows against the low railing, chin in your hands, watching the chaos and calm of Seoul stretch out beneath you. Behind you, Jisung’s laughter spilled into the night. It was soft, but it carried, familiar and magnetic. He was messing with the speaker he’d dragged up, grumbling about the Bluetooth not connecting, then cheering when the first notes finally floated out. Something moody, electronic, slow. He always picked songs that fit the moment like he’d scripted it.
“You’re staring at the skyline like it’s gonna disappear,” he said, his voice warm as he stepped behind you. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He smelled faintly of fabric softener and the citrus cologne he always wore—sharp but soft at the edges, like him.
“Maybe it will,” you teased, tilting your head to glance at him. “What if this is just a dream?”
He smiled, eyes half-mooned in the dim light. “If it is, don’t wake me up. Dreams don’t usually let me hold you like this.” His lips brushed your temple, feather-light.
You turned in his arms so you were facing him, the city still glowing at your back. Jisung looked different in moments like this—less chaotic, less fidgety. His eyes softened, like he was seeing you and nothing else. The rooftop could’ve collapsed under your feet and you were sure he’d still be watching you the same way, unbothered.
“You’re cheesy,” you murmured, though your smile betrayed you.
“And you like it.” He tugged you closer, swaying a little like there was music only he could hear. “Don’t even deny it.”
The laugh that escaped you was embarrassingly fond, and you let your head drop against his shoulder. The song from the speaker pulsed low, an echo of a heartbeat. You felt dizzy, but not from the altitude. It was him—the way he held you so easily, like he’d known your body his entire life; the way he kissed your hair absentmindedly, grounding you and unmooring you at once.
“Sometimes,” you admitted, “I feel like I’m falling when I’m with you. Not in a bad way. More like… you tilt the whole world sideways and I can’t tell where the ground is.”
He stilled at that, pulling back just enough to search your face. His expression was unreadable, but his thumb stroked over your cheekbone, slow and reverent. “That’s exactly how I feel,” he whispered, almost like it scared him to admit it. “Like I’m standing still but everything else is spinning.”
The words wrapped around you, heavy and light at once. You kissed him before you could stop yourself, soft and lingering. The kind of kiss that was less about hunger and more about home. His hands tightened on your waist, anchoring you, but his lips moved against yours like he was just as dizzy.
When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, smiling without meaning to.
“You know,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “if this is vertigo, I don’t ever wanna be steady again.”
You laughed, hiding your face against his neck, but your heart was hammering, and the city lights blurred like stars that had begun to spin.
The night had settled deeper by the time the playlist looped again, the songs melting together into a slow, hypnotic hum. The rooftop felt smaller somehow, like the air around you both had thickened, charged with something unspoken.
You were sprawled on the blanket Jisung had tossed carelessly on the concrete, lying on your back with your head pillowed against his arm. He was half-sitting, half-lying, one knee bent, fingers drumming absently on your shoulder in rhythm with the music.
Every so often, his gaze would drop to your face. He tried to be subtle about it, but you always caught him. And every time, he’d grin like he’d been caught stealing something.
“What are you looking at?” you asked finally, breaking the silence.
He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to your lips before he answered. “Just you.”
You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your chest betrayed you. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still here,” he shot back, nudging your side with his elbow.
You reached up without thinking, brushing his hair back from his forehead. It was longer now, the strands falling into his eyes, and he leaned into your touch like a cat soaking up sun. That simple gesture—him closing his eyes, his breath evening out—sent your stomach into freefall.
His fingers found yours, tangling them together loosely. For a while, neither of you spoke. The city kept humming below, indifferent to the quiet orbit you and Jisung had made for yourselves.
Then he shifted, leaning down so his face hovered dangerously close. His hair tickled your cheek, his breath warm as he whispered, “You make me nervous, you know that?”
Your brows furrowed. “Me?”
“Yeah.” His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Like… my hands always wanna touch you, and my brain keeps telling me to calm down, but then you look at me and I forget how.”
You swallowed, your pulse racing. The rooftop wasn’t spinning anymore—the whole world was.
“Then don’t calm down,” you murmured, surprising even yourself.
His eyes darkened at that, the teasing edge slipping into something heavier. He shifted again, caging you gently between his arm and his body. His fingers traced along your wrist, feather-light, then up your arm, slow enough to make your skin buzz.
“You sure about that?” he asked softly, his voice low and careful, like he was balancing on the lip of something dangerous.
You nodded, unable to look anywhere but his lips.
He kissed you then, and it wasn’t like earlier. This one lingered, tasted, pressed deeper until you were gasping into him. His hand slid into your hair, the other still gripping your fingers like he couldn’t bear to let go completely. The city blurred at the edges, the music dimmed—every sense collapsed into him.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were flushed, his chest rising and falling faster. He leaned his forehead against yours, laughing breathlessly. “God, you drive me insane.”
“Right back at you,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension between you stretched taut, humming like the last note of a song. His hand slid from your hair to cup your jaw, thumb stroking lazily over your cheek as if deciding whether to kiss you again or just stare at you forever.
The blanket beneath you rustled as he shifted his weight, his body pressing closer without quite giving in. It was almost worse than if he had—this in-between, this electric hovering where every nerve screamed for more.
You knew it was coming. The inevitable slip from playful touches into something deeper, sharper. The fall you both were teetering on the edge of.
And you wanted it.
The air was heavy, sticky with heat and tension, when Jisung finally gave up pretending. One moment he was hovering above you, his breath shaky, his eyes dark with restraint—and the next, he was kissing you like the rooftop wasn’t open to the whole city.
His mouth was hot, hungry. Not like before—this kiss stole from you, demanded you keep up. His weight pressed you down into the blanket, his knee nudging between your thighs until your breath hitched audibly.
You felt his smirk against your lips. “God, you sound so pretty already.”
Your fingers curled in his shirt, tugging, and he got the message instantly, pulling it over his head with a rough motion. The night air kissed his bare skin, city lights painting him in gold and shadow. You barely had time to take him in before his hands slid under your top, fingertips teasing up your ribs, lingering at the curve of your breast.
“Jisung—” His name broke on a gasp when his thumb brushed your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.
“Yeah?” His voice was low, teasing, but his hands trembled slightly. You knew he wanted this just as badly, maybe more.
You tugged at his waistband in answer, and he groaned, kissing you harder. His hips rolled into yours, slow at first, then sharper, like he couldn’t help himself. The friction had your head spinning, breath coming fast.
“Take it off,” you whispered, fumbling at the button of your jeans.
He froze for half a second, eyes locking with yours, searching. You nodded once, certain, and that was all it took. His hands were suddenly everywhere—sliding your jeans down, tugging your top up, leaving you bare under the stars with only your bra and panties left. The look on his face made you feel like the most dangerous thing in the city.
“You’re perfect,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit it. Then he was kissing down your neck, over your collarbone, lower. His lips trailed fire, and when he pulled your bra down to close his mouth around your breast, you arched up helplessly.
The cool air hit your skin each time he moved, replaced by the heat of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. You were already trembling by the time he hooked his fingers in your panties and slid them down. The city roared faintly beneath you, but the only sound that mattered was the sharp inhale he took at the sight of you.
“Fuck, baby…” His voice was ragged as his fingers traced your thigh, closer, closer, until finally he pressed against you.
The first stroke of his fingers over your folds had you gasping, clutching at his shoulders. He groaned at the wetness he found, leaning down to kiss you messy, desperate. His fingers teased, circling, dipping inside just enough to make your hips jerk.
“Already so ready for me,” he murmured against your lips, sliding two fingers inside you. The stretch had your breath catching, your body clenching around him instantly.
“Jisung—” You moaned his name like a plea, nails digging into his back.
He set a rhythm, fingers curling, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. His thumb rubbed your clit in slow, perfect circles until you were writhing under him. The city spun, the sky tilted, and your body was nothing but heat and want.
“Let go for me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Come on, baby, I’ve got you.”
You shattered around him, your cry swallowed by his lips as you came, clenching tight around his fingers. He groaned, kissing you through it, not slowing until you were trembling, gasping for air.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to taste you. The sight made your stomach flip, heat pooling low again. “Sweet,” he said, smirking, but his voice cracked with want.
“Condom?” you managed to ask, breathless.
His eyes softened. “Yeah, I’ve got one.” He scrambled for his jeans, tugging a foil packet from the pocket like he’d been praying for this moment. You couldn’t help laughing breathlessly, the sound mingling with his own nervous chuckle.
The laughter dissolved the second he rolled the condom on, his cock heavy and flushed in his hand. Your mouth went dry watching him, anticipation buzzing in your veins.
“Ready?” he asked, voice hoarse, eyes wide with sincerity.
“Yes,” you whispered without hesitation.
He lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance, and then he eased in. The stretch stole your breath, burning just enough to make you whimper. Jisung groaned, forehead pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips like he’d lose control otherwise.
“Fuck—you feel so good,” he gasped, voice breaking as he sank in deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you.
You clung to him, nails digging crescents into his skin, adjusting to the fullness. When the burn melted into pure heat, you nodded, and he started to move.
His thrusts were slow at first, careful, like he was memorizing every sound you made. But the tension between you snapped quickly, and soon he was moving harder, faster, hips slamming into yours as the blanket bunched beneath you.
The rooftop seemed to tilt with every thrust, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white. You moaned his name over and over, each cry muffled by his kisses.
“You’re mine,” he groaned into your mouth, the words tumbling out unfiltered. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else—fuck—”
His hips stuttered, the rhythm breaking as your walls tightened around him. You were close again, the coil winding tighter and tighter, your body trembling under his.
“Jisung—I’m—”
“I know, baby. Come with me,” he gasped, thrusts growing erratic.
The orgasm hit you hard, ripping through you in waves. You cried out, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world. He groaned loud in your ear, spilling inside the condom as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering with release.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just gasps, heartbeats, the hum of the city below.
Then he collapsed gently beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you were sweaty, trembling, but he kissed your forehead like it was the only thing that mattered.
“Vertigo,” he murmured, voice drowsy but awed. “That’s what this feels like. Like the ground’s gone, but I don’t even care.”
You smiled weakly against his chest, too blissed out to tease him. The world spun, tilted, blurred—but in his arms, it felt like home.
The city had quieted, or maybe it just felt that way. Your ears were still ringing with the sound of him, the echoes of your own voice, the music long since faded into the background. The blanket was damp with sweat and heat, but you didn’t want to move—not yet.
Jisung lay beside you, chest heaving, his arm heavy around your waist. He was quiet, eyes on the sky, until he finally huffed out a laugh. “We just—on a rooftop.”
You giggled, burying your face in his shoulder. “Yeah. We did.”
He shifted, brushing a kiss across your hair before rolling to sit up. “We should… probably get dressed before someone decides to come up here.” His voice was teasing, but his ears burned red in the dim light.
You groaned but sat up too, tugging your clothes back on piece by piece. He helped, fumbling with your bra clasp like he hadn’t just been confident enough to make you see stars. You smacked his arm lightly, and he pouted until you leaned in to kiss him.
When you were both clothed again, Jisung pulled the blanket around your shoulders and tugged you back against him, this time sitting up together against the low railing. The night air cooled the sweat on your skin, making you shiver until his arm tightened around you.
The city stretched out endlessly below, the streets glowing faintly with traffic, the skyscrapers blinking like constellations. You leaned your head on his shoulder, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.
“It feels different now,” you murmured.
“What does?”
“The city. Like it’s quieter. Or maybe I’m just… quieter.”
Jisung kissed the top of your head, lingering. “Maybe we just turned the volume down on everything but us.”
You smiled, closing your eyes, letting the world blur. The vertigo was still there, but it was softer now—less dizzy, more like floating. Together, wrapped up in the dark, it felt like the universe had tilted just to keep you both steady.
js something short n sweet... felix being the best boyfriend & taking good care of you <33
cw. period sex, oral (f), pet names: angel, baby, love wc. 900 minors dni.
cramps coil hot and tight in your tummy. your head hurts, and the soft blanket cocoon you've build around yourself on the bed isn't helping. neither are your favorite tv show or the bar of chocolate you wolfed down earlier.
felix slips into the room quietly, a soft smile on his lips and a tray balanced in his hands: a cup of steaming hot tea, a heating pad, and one of his delicious home-made brownies.
"hey, angel," he greets, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "thought you could use this."
you grumble and hug your knees tighter. not even the sugary scent of freshly baked brownie entices you.
felix chuckles and crawls up onto the bed beside you, his warm hand smoothing over your thigh.
"you don't have to talk," he says, voice gentle. "just let me take care of you, yeah?"
you don't resist when he slips underneath the blanket, massaging his thumbs into your tight calves, kneading your sore muscles until you melt back into the stack of pillows. his touch drifts higher, brushing careful circles on your lower belly, easing the waves of pain. your head tips back against the headboard with a soft thud.
"hurts there, doesn't it? don't worry, baby. i'll make it better."
he kisses your temple and coaxes you onto your back, tugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts. his tongue darts out to wet his lips but his touch stays gentle as his palms cup your soft flesh, thumbs brushing your stiffening nipples.
you whine when he leans down and sucks one into his mouth. his tongue circles the sensitive bud until the ache in your belly starts to blur into something more… needy. felix groans softly, fully focused on giving every inch of your chest enough attention.
"so sensitive, hm?" he kisses the space between your breasts. "let me spoil you."
his hand slips lower, sliding underneath the waistband of your panties. you press your legs together but he eases them open with gentle pressure.
"felix…" you protest, too embarrassed about the prospect of him touching you right now — of him seeing you like this, bloated and messy. you'd just changed your pad after you got out of the shower, but you doubt the sight will be pretty.
"i read something on reddit," felix starts, and now it's his turn to look flustered. despite his rosy cheeks he keeps his gaze on you. "someone said an orgasm can help relieve period cramps. he'd, um, helped… several women…"
you laugh, then wince at the sharp twinge of pain stabbing your belly. "you're reading about periods… on reddit?"
felix groans. "okay, that someone was jisung —" he sighs in exasperation when you burst out laughing again. "please, will you let me make you feel good? don't worry about the mess. i don't care."
he kisses your shoulder, teases the inside of your thigh with his fingers, and you feel your resolve crumble.
"fine," you mutter, not fully convinced — but felix is always honest about his feelings for you, and he does love to make you feel good. maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt.
felix carefully slides your panties down your legs and helps you lift your hips to put a towel down. his hands smooth over your skin while his low voice mutters sweet praises and slowly eases you into contentment, making sure you're comfortable. you sigh and let your body relax against the pillows.
two fingers spread your folds, and then, to your surprise, his warm mouth follows. you whimper when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the sharp cramps that had you curled up minutes ago dulling under the rush of pleasure.
"lix — oh fuck," you gasp, your fingers twisting into his blond hair.
felix hums against you, the vibrations shooting sparks up your core. he doesn't flinch at the taste of iron, doesn't slow down when his chin gets messy. he licks you open and moans around your clit, circling your hole with two fingers before gently sliding them inside.
they curl tenderly, massaging your walls in time with his mouth on your clit. your hips jerk up to meet his tongue, embarrassment long forgotten. spurred on by your actions felix adds a bit more pressure until your thighs start to shake and you're chanting his name.
"lix — i- i'm close —" you gasp and feel him smile against your slick skin, not slowing down until the cramps are drowned out by waves of pleasure. when he finally pulls back his lips and chin glisten in the light but he only grins, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
"there you go," he whispers, crawling up your body to lay down next to you. he wipes his face with the back of his hand before pressing his plush lips to yours. you still taste yourself, the faint mixture of copper and arousal, but he holds you close and kisses you like nothing else exists in this world.
"feel better?" he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek.
you nod, still trembling. "i can't believe that bastard was right," you laugh shakily. "don't tell him i said that, though. it'll go to his head."
felix giggles and wraps you up in his arms, kissing your forehead. "don't worry, love. i'll be your painkiller anytime."
