[oimitocat]

❝ i’m thinking, wondering what’s on your mind ❞

☆ ͡ mito - he/him - 23 yo

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guidelines — i write male reader only. this is for the doms/tops. nsfw! minors DNI! i write at my own pace so keep that and other things in mind.

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[oimitocat]

Can you do enhypen situations where the members of enhypen (separated) ask for photos to the reader and the reader sends them naked? (If possible from all but I think of ni-ki will not be able since he is a minor)

hi my requests are closed, if i open them again feel free to send this again

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brought the heat back [heeseung x male reader]

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NSFW - If you're a minor, i literally do not care. Just dont let ur mom catch u or whatever 🤷‍♂️ Requested by: @jeongincity

Synopsis: When the new guy, Sunoo, decides to move into the neighbourhood, M/n takes it upon himself to help out where he can, helping him get used to the place and even unpack some boxes. M/n's friend, Heeseung, doesn't like that at all. He feels as though he was M/n's first friend and that Sunoo is just in the way, so he becomes needy and eventually gets a reaction from M/n. What will happen when Heeseung has a moment alone with M/n?

Top! M/n

Bottom! Heeseung

Smut, w/lil bit of angst

Jealousy, sexual tension

Swear words

3k words

"Right... there!" Sunoo groaned as he and M/n set down a particularly heavy box next to the couch of the developing living room. The two men let out an exasperated sigh, taking a moment to look back at their shared piece of work as Sunoo’s house began to finally become somewhat coherent and take shape as a house. "Well, that was the last one," cooed Sunoo. "Seems like we're done for the day huh?"

"Better be," M/n responded, arms sore. "It's already 5pm. You don't wanna be late." M/n smiled, exhaling a prolonged breath, showing that he wasn’t breathing whilst lifting the box.

“Shit, you’re right. When did I tell Sunghoon I’d be over?” Sunoo gasped, dusting his yellow plaid flannel and white t-shirt off, before moving to the thighs of his light blue jeans. He smelled faintly of cardboard and dust accumulation, but was probably gonna shower at Sunghoon’s. It was M/n’s idea, for Sunoo to rest up at Sunghoon’s already developed house so he could catch his breath and return after a few days to finish up the own house with M/n. M/n was actually mutuals with Sunoo cause of Sunghoon, and when he heard Sunoo was moving into the neighbourhood, he’d decided to help out.

“6 O’Clock” You responded. “You got time.”

“Oh, thank god.” Sunoo chuckled. “Seriously M/n, you carried. I’ve gotta get into working out like you.”

“C’mon, I got built, for like- what, only a year ago? And I’ve not hit the gym for three weeks.” M/n chuckled sheepishly. Last Friday, M/n’s abs were nowhere to be seen, so whenever he hit the gym for the next few days, he did ab targeted workouts until it hurt to laugh, and only then did they finally come back. A few years back, M/n was quite slender, and now, he was proud to have been on the built side rather than the skinny side.

“Shut up, you’ve got biceps. And a chest. It’s not the best, but it’s my goal.” Sunoo shrugged.

“Give yourself a few months, you’ll get there if you’re consistent.” M/n smiled at him.

“Thanks so much for today, M/n.” He leaned in for a hug, the both of them indifferent to the fact that he was probably getting dust all over M/n’s black jeans and navy graphic shirt with a Lana Del Rey pattern on it. M/n reciprocated, and only then did he see Heeseung standing in the hallway, looking at the two with a hint of irritation.

He wore a grey ‘Nirvana’ graphic tee and black sweatpants, an orange zip-up hoodie tied around his waist, indicating that he’d been helping out in the house. M/n forgot Heeseung was even in the house with them, because he’d just been so odd nowadays. Always bickering with or being passive-aggressive towards him and primarily Sunoo, who didn’t mind of course, but it was still odd. Heeseung had been called a lot of things in his life; cocky, opinionated, flirtatious, horny, resolute, ambitious – but never rude. Even now, rude didn’t suit him and he was still helping out. But he’d unpack boxes, broom floors, or anything like that by himself, forlorn in another room.

After the hug, M/n gave Heeseung a nod, and Heeseung returned a lacklustre one back. Sunoo turned to look at who it was, and when he saw Heeseung, it was difficult to understand the look on his face. It was somewhere along the lines of diplomacy, with a lean towards a look of tolerance.

“Heeseung, we’re all done. Sunoo’s off to Sunghoon’s.” M/n said, his tone casual. M/n and Sunoo had the maturity to be positive around Heeseung, and sometimes managed to get a laugh out of him. It sometimes got a bit challenging especially because the ‘rude’ Heeseung wasn’t who M/n knew him to be.

“Who’s Sunghoon?” Heeseung asked, a bit short of interested.

“The friend whose house I said I was gonna crash at.” Sunoo nodded, smiling softly.

“Ah.” Heeseung nodded, coming closer to the two, but still kept a notable distance. “Well, that’s good for you, huh?” He asked, devoid of emotion.

“No, real. I’m ready to pass the fuck out.” Sunoo said, being polite despite Heeseung’s attitude. But he couldn’t keep the eye contact with Heeseung, so he looked at M/n instead. Noticing this, M/n intervened.

“Should we see you off?” M/n asked, and Sunoo and Heeseung nodded. Sunoo began to reach for the car keys in his bowl, which rested on the soon-to-be-filled-up TV table.

TIME SKIP...

Sunoo started his car as M/n and Heeseung stood on the sidewalk, the setting sun casting a balmy glow on them. With the rev of his small Toyota, Sunoo began to take off slowly, tires squelching against the stone floor as he looked to either side of the road, taking off once it was safe. M/n waved him off and sighed in accomplishment and fatigue. When he turned to his right, Heeseung was looking at his phone for what M/n hoped was only after Sunoo left. As Sunoo drove off into the unknowable distance, M/n spoke up.

“Are you staying at mine or…?” M/n asked. Heeseung lived right across, which is why M/n got him to help out with Sunoo. The two were always close even before Sunoo came, and even though they two were off nowadays, M/n still wanted him to try to be chill with him.

“Yeah, sure.” He responded casually. Heeseung always calmed down when Sunoo was gone. Come to think of it, even when helping set up his house, Heeseung acted different when Sunoo wasn’t nearby.

He’d act jealous, and the M/n and Heeseung would get caught in weird situations. Once, Heeseung was sitting on the kitchen slab while Sunoo needed to use the bathroom, and pulled M/n close between his legs, telling him to focus more on him. Another time, he pulled M/n to the bathroom, and pushed him against the wall, telling M/n that he wanted him to get a grip.

He’d also position himself suggestively in front of M/n whenever he was nearby, making advances when Sunoo was gone, then randomly distancing. M/n wasn’t sure about a lot of it. So when the two entered the house, and Heeseung was more disinterested in M/n than usual, M/n decided to speak up about it.

“Okay, Heeseung-” Before M/n could finish, Heeseung interrupted.

“What?” He asked indignantly. M/n didn’t like that at all. It felt pejorative and uncalled for. Heeseung walked to the kitchen without a single worry in the world, scrolling uninterestedly on his phone. It only served to heighten how incredulous M/n felt.

“Heeseung, explain this shit,” M/n didn’t mean to transcend into a heated argument just yet, but Heeseung was making it very difficult to remain composed, and M/n wasn’t one to succumb to someone just cause they were a bit masculine – he wasn’t that feminine himself at all. “Why are you being so pissy to Sunoo? Don’t you like helping people out? Fuck, every time you help me out it really makes you feel like the man.”

“M/n, can you get off my dick, for fucks sake?” He responded. Now, M/n wasn’t that kind of person, but sometimes Heeseung just argued like a man. And not in a good way. He and M/n both were more masculine then feminine, albeit a good blend of both, but Heeseung argued like a frat boy. That’s where his masculinity was quite prominent. M/n hated it.

“Rich coming from you, isn’t it?” M/n asked, snatching Heeseung’s phone and sliding over to the far side of the kitchen slab. Heeseung was pressed up against the slab facing M/n, and even though he was looking down on him due to the slight height difference, M/n never wavered. “What’s the random shit you’ve been pulling- the secret hookups basically? Now, I’ll be honest, I knew there was something going on between us, but- hello? Whiplash? One second you’re being a dick, the next, you’re a pair of jeans away from mine?”

“Okay, and?” M/n hated that phrase; it was stupid no matter who said it, but it always won. “You’re the one being a dickrider for Sunoo’s little gay ass.”

“Yeah, and you’re bi, so Sunoo could argue you can’t pick a side.” M/n hissed, and Heeseung scoffed, moving closer to M/n in defiance.

“Look at you, you care about Sunoo more than you do about me. You know that he’s nothing like me, don’t you?” Heeseung growled.

“I don’t care about him more than- what? There’s no hierarchy of friends, Heeseung. We’ve known each other long enough to know that we don’t fuck with that. You think me helping out my mutuals changes my liking for you?” M/n spat back.

“You sure act like it. I did that ‘weird’ shit to show you I’m better.”

“Heeseung, listen to yourself. I don’t even know Sunoo that well, fuck do you mean who’s better? Why are you being so needy?” M/n said, and he ended up finding the exact word for it. Heeseung was being needy. “What, are you fucking jealous?”

“Yes, I’m fucking jealous!” Heeseung barked, and M/n had to bite down a flinch, given how he responded without a single second to spare.

“You said it yourself, there’s obviously some shit going on between us, normal people don’t do the fucking stuff that we do.” Heeseung hissed. Truly, M/n and Heeseung had done things that friends wouldn’t usually do. They had made out when they were drunk, and touched each other pretty suggestively in the past, but thought nothing of it; they were more crude than most friends, so they chalked it up as a side effect of their personalities.

“And even if you did that shit with others, would they do it the way I do?” Heeseung asked, voice dropping an octave, his body closing the gap between him and M/n. M/n didn’t stop him, given the tension. This is what Heeseung would do each time.

He brought the heat back, yet again. And this time, M/n couldn’t put out the flame in time. But secretly, he never wanted to.

“What are you trying to say, Heeseung?” M/n asked, his voice a little hoarse.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Heeseung responded, the developing blush becoming notable through his pale skin. “I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me all this time. You were just too slow to get it.”

“Careful,” M/n responded, his hands slithering towards Heeseung’s ass. “Slow isn’t the word I’d be using in a minute if I was you.”

Heeseung moaned softly, biting his lip as M/n reached to cup his lean ass, enjoying how perfectly it fit in his hands. “Hmph. You make me so touch deprived that I don’t even believe you.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that. You’d better take it like the man you’re trying so hard to be with all this talk.” M/n smirked. It was arousing to M/n that someone who seemed so dominant would consider being submissive. M/n expected that when they’d try something intimate, Heeseung would be the more dominant one. But M/n didn’t hate this at all. Rather, he’d savour it.

“Getting tense, M/n?” Heeseung asked, seeing the roles reversed and M/n winging now.  “Same goes for you; you’ve gotta fuck me like a man.”

“Bet.” M/n breathed out, longing for their upcoming tryst.

Without another word, they began to make out passionately, M/n’s jeans feeling tighter around his crotch as he grew erect. His hands travelled over Heeseung’s small ass, whispering against the sweatpants as they glided smoothly over it, giving it a firm squeeze. M/n wasn’t gonna end it there, though. He was gonna teach Heeseung a lesson.

M/n began to kiss more roughly, his tongue invading Heeseung’s mouth, as he pushed him closer towards the counter, forcing Heeseung to sit on it. Heeseung became out of breath, gasping and moaning into M/n’s lips. His eyebrows were knitted tightly in arousal and the need for air as his eyes were jammed shut. Lucky for M/n, he took a big breath beforehand. Heeseung started to see what M/n was doing, and how rough he was getting.

M/n occasionally took detours to Heeseung’s neck or collarbone, leaving mulberry marks of lust on his body. He slowly began to remove Heeseung’s T-shirt, exposing a body that was well built, with an outline of abs and firm pecs. As M/n sucked on his skin and nipples, Heeseung began letting out whiny, desperate moans.

After leaving bite-marks and hickeys all over his peer, M/n began to unbutton his own pants, letting them hang below his slender bum as he began to take out his cock from his underwear. Heeseung bit his lips, legs spread open as his own bulge became increasingly apparent through the outline of his sweatpants under the bright kitchen light.

“Bend over the counter.” M/n instructed, and Heeseung smirked as he dismounted the counter and leaned forward, leaving a bit of space between his crotch and the slab, feeling as M/n loosened the knot of his sweatpants from behind. Heeseung shuddered, the only clothes on him being the pants that fell to his ankles, whilst M/n’s still had his jeans hanging just below his ass.

Heeseung left no room for hesitation as he bent over, arching his back, his ass stretched mesmerizingly taut as his dick sprung alive.

Without warning, M/n inserted his entire length right into Heeseung, thrusting with a brutal slam. The wet sound of skin slapping and squelching filled up the kitchen as Heeseung let out an erotic yelp, eyes widening in surprise at the sensation. The feeling of M/n’s raw, pumping meat, fiercely coursing through Heeseung’s ass even with the resistance of his tight walls allowed the two to be consumed by lust.

That’s when Heeseung realised maybe he did sign up for more than he asked, but nevertheless, thoroughly enjoyed it. The room was filled with Heeseung’s silky voice taking a seductively submissive turn as he moaned like M/n wanted him to.

“Fuck.. M/n..!” Heeseung gasped, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Heeseung wasn’t able to finish the sentence, instead drooling and moaning amorously. “Don’t stop… p-please…!”

M/n chuckled at the sight, releasing a few aroused groans as he put his hand on the inside of Heeseung’s thigh, guiding it upwards so that his legs were spread wide, one of them being used to hold himself up, and the other one to his side, simply to arouse M/n.

M/n rubbed his thigh as he pumped deep into Heeseung, feeling a light tingle from the slight hair on his thigh. He was perfect, and the best fuck ever. “Who’s on who’s dick now, huh?” M/n whispered to Heeseung, leaning over to meet Heeseung’s shoulderblade in a wet, sloppy kiss. Heeseung slightly turned his head to face M/n, his eyebrows raised and knitted closely together in a beautiful desire.

“Fuck…” Heeseung managed to breathily chuckle at M/n’s comment, before yelping as M/n thrusted deeper and deeper, hitting his prostrate every now and then.

M/n watched Heeseung’s ass with every thrust, giving it a firm smack, causing Heeseung to let out another whiny moan.

“Such a good fucktoy.” M/n cooed, making Heeseung melt. “I love fucking your ass, baby.” He groaned, letting out a moan at the tightness of Heeseung’s ass.

Gradually, Heeseung began to release, shuddering with the intensity of his climax, eyes rolled back into his brain as he let out a whine of pleasure, cum sprinkling all over the slab and floor. But M/n wasn’t done.

M/n exited Heeseung with a wet pop, grabbed him and turned him so they faced each other, and re-inserted himself into Heeseung as the he wrapped his legs around M/n, his arms intertwined desperately on M/n’s neck.

“I’m not done just yet, baby.” M/n licked his lips, kissing Heeseung one last time and letting him catch a break before relentlessly pumping into him. As he started up again, Heeseung began to release a series of gradually more sirenic moans, parallelling the intestity of M/n’s thrusts. Eventually, as Heeseung bounced his cute little ass on M/n’s cock, M/n began to reach his climax, saving a few final, and brutal pumps into Heeseung to make this count.

“Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum..” M/n groaned.

“Me too… Ahh..!” Heeseung began to scream, whining as he was relentlessly thrust into.

Eventually, with a few hardcore thrusts, and Heeseungs prepossessing whines, M/n released a huge load into Heeseung, the warm and sticky liquid filling him up. M/n laid him on his back on the kitchen counter again, and Heeseung could feel the stickiness of his previous release on the small of his back. As M/n pulled out, a wet trail of cum followed. The two kissed passionately once again.

“Jesus.” Heeseung breathed out, exasperated, causing the two to burst into laughter.

“How was it?” M/n asked, leaning over the counter to rest his chin on Heeseung’s chest.

“Fucking amazing.” Heeseung said, raising a hand and running it through M/n’s hair. The two boys chuckled a little, decompressing a little from the intense moment they just had.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they caught their breath.

“Heeseung?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not replaceable, you know?” M/n spoke, kissing his chest a bit.

Heeseung let out a small chuckle. He didn’t say it, putting on that same masculine facade, but it was clear he appreciated it. A lot, actually. M/n knew him well enough to understand that.

“We gotta clean this mess up.” M/n laughed.

“I know,” Heeseung whined, sitting up. “But can’t we just sit like this for a bit?”

M/n chuckled, looking at the man infront of him with amiableness. “Five minutes.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle. “Deal.” He responded.

The two put their heads together, foreheads resting on each other in a moment of shared warmth and resuscitation. After all, Sunoo was gonna be gone for a while.

Who knows if Heeseung would’ve brought the heat back in the coming days?

Heeseung, for one, was already thinking about it. And he wouldn’t have been wrong to think that M/n was willing to entertain the thought.

[oimitocat]

birthday is in one week and i’m getting closer to 30…. not fun

[oimitocat]

nsfw reactions aye 🤔

how about riize seeing their bf naked for the first time! 👨‍🏫

hi so i was originally going to write this but i genuinely lost all interest for riize and i dont want to put out something that has 0 effort so i’m going to sadly turn your request down, i’m sorry you waited so long just to be turned down, you are welcome to give a different request when i open up requests again. once again, sorry ;(

[hw4-l1z]

I really liked “things dom!m!reader does that turn sub! LeeKnow on” can you please make a similar one about Han or seungmin

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"Things you do that turn him on"

Sub!Jisung x Dom!m!reader

Cw: gross boy sung// sweat licking// manhandling// quite a bit of sweat talk ngl sorry// slightly toxic reader// aggressive reader// choking// pain kink// humiliation// mentions of readers body being muscular// size kink???

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When you're angry

God he loves when you get mad

Not annoyed or upset or slightly pissed off. No

I mean FURIOUS.

When you can FEEL the anger radiating off you

When you snap at people or even go as far as getting into a fight

Slamming doors, throwing things, that aggressive tone of voice, the scowl, the clenched jaw

He shouldn't find your aggression so hot but he can't help it

He knows it's a toxic trait of yours and he shouldn't be with someone like that

But you look too hot

He'll just stare with lust filled eyes

And once your both alone he'd ask you to take it out on him

He wants you to choke him till he feels like his brains gonna pop out his skull

He wants you to slam him against the wall and have your way with him

He wants you to hurt him and leave marks

And you'll do just that

When you're sweaty

I'm a big believer in gross sung soooo

Just after a heavy workout you're absolutely DRENCHED in sweat

It's dripping down from your neck all the way down your naked torso until it stops at your waistband

He just watched each bead of sweat and gulps

He wants to lick it SO bad

He's almost drooling

His mouth is watering just thinking about the salty taste

He'd drag you to the bathrooms before you wipe the sweat off you and clean it up himself

Dropping to his knees and desperately licking your stomach

You love your gross boy

When you 'bully' him

You're a very playful person

And you like to annoy, push and poke fun into him

But what you don't know is that he gets off at the humiliation

Pointing at him and laughing for something he said

Telling others about it and getting them to laugh at him with you

Or even when you jokingly try to trip him or when you gently push him into a bush

He loves being manhandled by you

So when you grab him and put him in a headlock he tries his best not to moan out loud

He just enjoys being pushed, pulled, grabbed and hit by you

When you wear his clothes

Now the things is...

You're much bigger than him (which drives ji insane as it is)

But his clothes are always very oversized anyways

But they fit you almost perfectly and by perfectly I mean they're slightly tight around your body

So when you wear his shirts you can see...alot

Your muscular chest is perfectly outlined and you can see a faint print of your abs

You wear them to work out sometimes so by the time your back home they're drenched

Which as I said...sungie is gross and would go crazy over this

Of course he still washes them much to his disappointment but there's always a slight smell of you remaining

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[spear-of-moonlight]

TRY AGAIN | BANG CHAN [NSFW VER.]

genre: hurt/comfort, smut warnings: language, insecurities, strained relationship, one mention of sex (in dialogue), loneliness, feelings of abandonment, bp!chan, fingering, oral (chan receives), edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, slight choking sfw-version

You were undressing, taking off the silk shirt you'd put on for your anniversary, rubbing off the eyeliner that Chan found attractive on you. At least the dinner was at home; you wouldn't have been able to handle the rejection of being stood up in public. Something in you told you to call him. But it was his duty as a boyfriend to remember your anniversary, right? You sighed as you looked in the mirror. You looked tired, when you had been very lively just a while ago. The dinner you made was already in the fridge. You had a slice of bread, not being able to stomach a full meal at the moment. You had texted him. But he didn't even see them. He was staying at the dorm, and you haven't seen him in four whole days.

There was the occasional video calls where he could barely keep his eyes open, but to you, it felt like he was doing it out of obligation. So you'd tell him to go to bed. He'd make sleepy promises about a date night, but you knew he wouldn't follow through. You understood his schedule, you were busy too. But you always made time for him. Maybe it was the exhaustion talking, or maybe the late hour, but you felt like you shouldn't make time for him anymore. Something petty in you snarled, telling you to let him initiate something for once. But you loved him, busy schedules and all. You've tried to talk to him about it before, but it would either end in him being too tired to talk, or making promises that would be thrown in the wind later.

Putting on a t-shirt and sweatpants, you went to bed. You couldn't sleep, though. You were tired of it, of not even being an afterthought. You tossed and turned, desperately chasing the sleep that was running faster than your mind. You've already counted hundreds of sheep, but no avail. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock.

12:56 am.

He sighed. That was earlier than he thought it'd be when he checked the time as he was getting ready to leave. At least that was progress, right? He grabbed his water bottle and phone, leaving the studio and heading straight to the dorm. A small smile tugged at his lips despite his exhaustion when he heard his members' chatter once he got there. Jeongin looked up, gasping jokingly as he saw Chan enter.

"Look who's here!"

"You're alive?" Seungmin deadpanned. Chan shook his head in faux exasperation as he put down his water bottle on the coffee table. "Surprising, I know."

"What's surprising is how your boyfriend still stays," Minho said, earning a smack on the bicep from a concerned Felix. Chan froze as he heard that. Was that something he could laugh off? It's not like Minho was wrong. "At this point, we spend more time with him than you do," Hyunjin piped up, looking up from his phone.

That…was true as well. Goddamnit. Chan clenched his fist, angry. Not at the members, but at himself. If you could make time, why didn't he? He wasn't that much busier than you. He opened his phone to check his messages. The lockscreen of you and him making a heart in the snow was crowded with notifications. From you, from his manager, from bubble, everything. Two missed calls from you as well.

"He's gonna be like, 'what boyfriend?'" That hit a bit too close to home. Chan was too focused on his phone to hear who exactly had said that, but it was probably Minho. He's the one who introduced you to him anyway. He opened your chat.

8:00 am - "Happy anniversary, channie 💖I love you so much."

Shit. It was your anniversary. And he forgot. Now it was 1:08 am. The next day.

9:00 pm - "You coming home?"

His heart drops as he grabs his keys and rushes out of the dorm, slamming the door shut behind him. Changbin looked startled. "Was that too far?" Minho rolled his eyes before glancing at the door. "He should learn to be a good boyfriend."

When he got home, you were in the kitchen—sitting on a stool with your laptop on the island. Guilt gnawed at his chest as he saw you look up at him when you heard the door open. You didn't say anything, just went back to typing. He walked over to you and sat on the stool next to you, wringing his hands as he thought of how to deal with this. He knew you had gone to work in the morning, and you'd still made dinner that you made him promise he'd be home for. He could see the trace of dark eyeliner in your waterline. You had dressed up for him. God, he felt like such an idiot.

"M/n…" he started, not really knowing how to continue. Your fingers stilled. A breath. And you continued typing.

"What?" It was cold, harsher than you meant for it to be. But you didn't care to change your tone. He winced at the sharpness in your voice that cut through him. He didn't blame you, though. You had every right to be hurt and disappointed, angry even. He deserved it. But he'll never deny it hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was as if his words had a mind of their own, refusing to come out of fear. He rehearsed what he was going to say while in the car, but those words weren't enough, falling like leaves in the coldness emanating from you.

"I'm sorry." Not enough. Never enough. You were understanding, kind, fucking perfect sometimes. And all he could give you was a 'sorry'? He held back his tears as his mind screamed at him that he was even more inadequate than that apology. He didn't want to cry. Not now. He didn't want you to think he was doing it for sympathy. You'd never think that, he knew, but anger makes people act different.

A bitter chuckle left your lips at Chan's apology. How dare he show up late, not even on the day of your anniversary and say "I'm sorry"? Did he seriously think that was enough? You turned your head to look at him for the first time since he got home. He looked exhausted—skin dry and paler than usual, lips chapped, dark eyebags under eyes brimming with tears that you couldn't tell the cause for. Was he sorry, or were they tears of frustration and tiredness?

"Try again." The words were like venom. It sounded as if you'd throw him out if he gets it wrong. Maybe you would. He flinched at just how much pent up anger your voice was dripping with. You set your focus back on the screen, not letting yourself feel anything soft towards the man crying in front of you.

"I know I fucked up. I fucked up so bad." He tried to speak through his tears, wiping them away hastily. "I don’t… I don’t even know where to start," he choked out, his voice faltering with each word. "I’ve been so… selfish. So caught up in my own world that I didn’t even notice how much I was hurting you. How much I was making you feel… invisible." His hands reached out but he didn't dare to touch you. Not yet. "I should’ve been there, M/n. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve remembered us, and I should’ve been home with you tonight. You deserved that. You deserved better."

The tears spilled freely now, his hands shaking as they wiped at his cheeks, but they just kept coming. "I’m sorry," he whispered again, his voice trembling. "I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant. I’m sorry I didn’t make time for you when you’ve always made time for me. I… I was so blind, and now I feel like I’ve lost everything. You mean the world to me. And I… I don’t know how I let it get this bad."

You sighed, clenching your jaw in an attempt to fight back your own tears. They weren't from sadness. You'd buried that deep inside after too many instances of Chan being absent, of you being tossed aside. You didn’t meet his eyes, your focus unwavering on the screen in front of you. Your fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, an almost mechanical motion that didn’t seem to have any real meaning. You were so close but so far. He felt like he had to climb a wall and slay a beast to touch your heart now, to at least get you to glance at him.

"Did one of your members tell you to come? Were they the ones who told you it was our anniversary?" It stung. It wasn't completely false. If it wasn't for them, he would've just gone to bed. But he shook his head through tears.

"I-I saw your text."

"Wow, how nice of you, Chris. I didn't know you knew how to check messages." A part of you was guilty for adding onto his stress, but the bigger part was tired. You were tired of all this, and you weren't going to hold back. You were hurt, and you'd be damned if you don't show it.

"Baby, please.." He let out a choked sob. Every word from your mouth felt like daggers in his heart, and he'd willingly take them if it means you'd forgive him. "I love you, M/n. I love you more than anything. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know that. But I need you to know how sorry I am. I don’t want to be the person who keeps letting you down. I don’t want to be the reason you feel unloved or unimportant. Because you are the most important thing to me, and I’ve been too blind to show you that."

"I don't want to be the most important, Chris. I just want to be important." You shut your laptop and turned to him, your eyes red-rimmed from holding back tears. "I understand that you're busy, but so am I. I have a demanding job, and a social life. I still make time for you! Is it that hard to show up for me?" You clenched your fist when you saw his eyes widen at that. You'd accidentally let that slip. You didn't want to be vulnerable right now. You wanted to at least be in control of this argument.

"M-M/n, you know it's not-" Did you really think you were hard to love? He catches himself thinking 'I'd do anything for you' and then bitterness floods his chest. He can't even show up to a dinner.

"Forget it," you gritted out, hand reaching out to open your laptop. He caught your wrist, looking up at you, begging with his eyes. "I can't just let it go, M/n. I fucked up. Please, let me make this right. Please."

"What are you even gonna do, huh? How long has it been since we ate something together, since we had a date? How long has it been since we've had sex? Forget all that, how long has it been since we last had a proper fucking conversation??", you spat, veins bulging in your neck as you seethe. "You haven't been doing shit! You promised me the first time you cancelled that you'd try your best to be here, and look where we are!" Your eyes were wide with anger, a tear slipping free from the chaos inside you. You never got angry. But this is too much for even you to handle. You couldn't be a patient saint anymore.

Your words were hitting Chan where it hurt. 'You're not enough,' his mind echoed. His words, desperate to prove himself, spilled past his lips like a flood even when his logic was telling him to listen. This was the longest conversation you've had in a while. "I'm trying, M/n-"

"I don't want to hear your bullshit right now. You don't get to tell me you're trying. If I can make time, so can you! I'm surprised you even remember I'm your boyfriend." The words felt like ash in your mouth. It was uncomfortable to say all this to the man you loved so much. But what choice were you left with?

He buried his face in his hands, unable to keep it together any longer. The tears came harder now, shaking his entire body. His heart was breaking into pieces as he thought about everything he had taken for granted. He had hurt the person he loved the most, and he didn't know if he could fix it. But he had to try. He would beg to just try. He would beg to be selfish just one more time, for you to stay.

"I don't know if I can keep going like this, Chris. Do your promises mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you? You have to follow up on your words, you know that right? Why didn't you at least have the fucking decency to text me you wouldn't come home? At least then I know you remember I exist." Your anger wasn't a crashing storm, but venom. You didn't destroy everything in your way, just the target. Every second stings, every word burns, and you'd keep going. "I can't wait for you to decide if you want to show up. I can't just be there when it's convenient for you. I'm a fucking human with a goddamn life if you forgot."

He sobbed harder. He wanted to hug you, but he was scared. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby, p-please."

"We don't even feel real anymore." Straight to the heart. He stilled, your gazes locking. Did you mean that?

"Don't say that.."

You didn’t say anything right away, but the way you looked at him—so tired, so hurt—spoke volumes. He could feel your heart breaking in the silence between you, and it tore him apart. He wanted to fix it, he wanted to make it stop, but he wasn’t sure if he could anymore. But if there was any chance, if there was even a sliver of hope that you might still want him, he would do whatever it takes to make it right. To make you feel real again, to make your love feel real again. "I’ll do anything," he whispered through his tears, his voice raw with desperation. "Anything to make you feel like this is real again. I’m so sorry. Please don’t give up on us. I’ll fight for us, if you’ll let me." His eyes stayed locked on yours, pleading, as he waited for you to say something—anything—that would tell him there was still a chance.

"You gave up on us first, Chan." You hadn't realised how tight you were gripping the fabric of your pants. You hadn't realised how tight your chest felt. Chan shakes his head slowly, going over to the sink to wash his face before sitting down on the floor, knees to his chest.

"I didn't give up, I swear." He sounded so small, so vulnerable. It had been so long since he was real with you. Sometimes, his persona would bleed into his interactions with you. You'd never mention it. But you'd always notice.

"Chan, get up." He looked at you, eyes wide and expectant as he stood up, walking over to you. You pulled him closer by the wrist so he was standing between your legs. He melted when your strong arms wrapped around him, nuzzling into your shoulder and reciprocating the action. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, holding you tight with the strength of his guilt. His love. Your lips pressed into his neck, breathing in his scent like fresh air after being deprived of it for so long. You kissed below his ear, hands sliding up his hoodie as you pulled him impossibly closer.

"I missed you, you know?" Your voice was soft. His heart ached. "I missed you too.."

You pulled away, taking in his features which had guilt written all over them. You brushed away a tear. "Don't cry anymore.." He nodded, leaning in. "Can I kiss you?" You smiled for the first time since he came home. You held his jaw with one hand, the other still on his back. Leaning in, you kissed him.

Your lips danced against each other, tongues tangling as you slid it past his lips. Lust replaced the oxygen he stole from your lungs as he gripped onto your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You kissed him like you were trying to swallow him whole, like you've forgotten the shape of his mouth and want to relearn it. When you broke away for air, he slid off your t-shirt and let his hands roam your torso, leaning in to kiss your neck. Hickeys bloomed on your skin like flowers that would soon turn out like rainclouds in the sky. His lips were doing what he couldn't do with words. His hand tugged down your sweatpants, wrapping around your cock and stroking it to life. You pulled back, kissing along his jawline and down his neck as you stood, caging him against the kitchen island. You took off his hoodie and kicked off your sweatpants that were pooled around your ankles now.

Capturing his lips in another searing kiss, one of your hands found their way into his shorts sliding past his underwear, middle and ring finger parting his soaked folds as you thumbed at his clit. He squirms, lips latching onto your pecs. "B-Baby.." You wrap a hand around his throat, forcing him to look at you as you press him against the island with your hips pressed together, your cock against his thigh. You slide a finger in, watching as he moans sweetly. Greedy, you kiss him again, drinking in his sounds as if that could quench your thirst.

"You're gonna make it up to me, okay? I'm gonna fuck you for as long as I waited for you." He whimpers, nodding as he bucked into your hand. You slid another finger in, kissing and nipping at his sensitive chest. You use your hands to prop him up on the counter and lift him up when he instinctively wraps his legs around you. Once in the bedroom, you wasted no time to toss him onto bed and climb in, pinning both his wrists above his head with your hand as the other—fingers still slick with his juices—slid down his torso. You spread his thighs wider with your hand, lips attacking his neck and fingers curling into his leaking pussy. "So wet for me, darling," you purred into his ear, the tips of your fingers meeting his g-spot as he cried out and shot his head to the side.

"P-Please.." He sounded so fucking pretty. His moans were music, melodious and sweet. It always sounded better when he was begging. "Such a mess already, baby? I've barely done anything." There was a smirk on your lips. A proud, possessive one. He was yours. "But go ahead and finish your sentence for me. Please, what?"

"Want your cock.." You chuckled, your fingers curling cruelly as he clenched around you. "You don't get to be so impatient right now, lovely…just wait for a tiny bit, 'kay?" He nodded, gasping as his orgasm approached, looming over him like a shadow that will only be extinguished if you decide to. You kiss him. Again. Sloppy and passionate, not caring about anything else except etching into your mind the feeling of his lips against yours. You pulled away, only to hear his moans as he came onto your fingers. He was so pent-up. It was adorable. You pull your fingers out, bringing them to your sensuous lips as you suck them clean, holding eye contact. His face flushed a bit more than before. It wasn't something new—seeing you do things like this—but god, did it send him reeling every single time.

You let go of his hands and moved your head down to his pussy that was dripping with cum and arousal, not being able to resist such a delicious little treat. "Such a pretty little cunt~" You smirked, practically making out with his now sensitive pussy while his hips buck into your face, unconsciously or not, you didn't care. Your tongue swirled inside, tasting his sweetness, nose rubbing at his swollen clit. Your cock throbbed—red, angry, and aching for his warm heat. His hands gripped your hair and shoulder, trying to anchor himself in the storm of your lust. He could never get enough when you were like this. When you were insatiable, taking and taking. When you fucked him like you owned him. Already sensitive, he felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed too, how his pussy clenched around your tongue as if it wants to rip it out and keep it there forever. You pulled away, smirking at his whine. At his pouty lips, his face that was contorted in pleasure and disappointment from you pulling away.

"Said you wanted my cock, right?" You growled into his ear, positioning your dick at his entrance which was now clenching around air. You buried yourself in him in a single thrust, gripping his hips with both hands hard enough to bruise as you threw your head back, groaning in pleasure. He gripped you like a vice, trying to push you deeper into his inviting warmth. Eager. Desperate. You began to thrust, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Just to tease him. You knew he'd be crying, begging for more. He gasped, hands fluttering uselessly over your body, trying to grab on somewhere. The tip of your cock kissed his sweet spot with every thrust, stretching him wide around your shaft. He writhed under you, hands finally finding purchase on your shoulder and bicep as he pushed back against each thrust.

"H-Harder, please…" He was so polite. Always. Even in bed. You chuckled, the sound morphing into a shaky moan as you thrusted particularly hard, headboard hitting the wall. "Like that?" His attempt at speaking just dissolved into words as he let go of whatever semblance of composure he had left. You always make him lose his fucking mind. Your hands, mouth, cock, everything just conspired against him, attacking him, leaving him breathless. You picked up your pace, grabbing one of his legs and putting it over your shoulder, every ounce of gentleness leaving your body. He asked for hard, you'd give him hard. He hears you say something, distorted as his eyes roll back and mouth gapes open, tears staining the bedsheet. You tried to speak, to act all cocky as if you weren't losing your mind with his tight little cunt gripping you like that. All that comes out are grunts and groans, occasional winces as his nails scrape against your skin.

"Y-You're so fucking tight, god, fuck." You didn't know what you were saying, for the entire world was reduced to his warmth around you. He couldn't feel anything but you rutting into him. He couldn't feel the bruising grip on his hips, and he could barely register you biting his neck—teeth dragging along his heated skin before sinking in, biting hard and just shy of drawing blood. Your tongue slipped out, licking up his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, moving to nip at his ear, nose buried in his hair. Each buck of your hips knock the air out of him. He swears he could feel you in his damn throat. Your grip on his thigh tightens, your thrusts growing erratic as your orgasm rushes close. "'M close. You gonna come for me, baby?", you growl into his ear, the question met with desperate nods by Chan who was rendered speechless.

His pussy fluttered around you, body writhing as he came undone yet again, coating your length with his release. You groaned into his ear, burying yourself completely inside, balls hitting his ass and drawing up as your climax neared. He was overstimulated—panting under you, toes curling, cries tearing out of his throat—as you came deep inside him, warmth flooding his insides as his vision blurred, body going limp onto the bed. You didn't pull out, instead thrusting shallowly, taking in every inch of his pleasured- no, destroyed expression. You lean down, breath fanning against his lips as you thrust again, forcing him to open his eyes.

"I'm not done yet, pretty."

divider by @toastray

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[oimitocat]

I've been thinking about this idea for so long and it's really cute. i'd love it if you wrote it.

reader who's an actor, and he's lino's bf. they go to the premiere of his latest movie, and his character is murdered with like a realllllly heartbreaking death scene. or violence teehee. you choose. and Minho just bawls once he gets in the car for the ride back home bc he loves his bf so much and seeing him like that broke him :(((

i'd LOVE it if you could write the actual death scene cuz i do love me some death where they don't actually die ykwim?

i loved writing this 💭

[oimitocat]

HEART FLASHING | DB

seeing you run is exhilarating. the fear in your face makes his heart stutter in his ribcage. the rain and the thunder creating the perfect atmosphere. the wet footsteps, the panting, minho fears for you just as you fear for yourself.

the way you slip and almost lose your balance makes him cover his mouth to prevent a scream. he knows the critical situation but can’t you be more careful!?! he’s tense, literally. his eyes don’t leave you.

he knows it’s a movie, but seeing your raw emotions does something to his brain. to his heart.

seeing you cry out as you run out of stamina. as you’re pulled by the leg and fall to your face. the way you’re jumped by the brutal men chasing you. the way you’re punched until your skin is raw and bleeding. the way you never give up your lover’s name. the way you slowly lose strength.

the dim in your eyes dying. the sound of you choking on your own blood.

then the sound of tires screeching and a thud boom across the theater.

you die.

beaten. ran over.

minho’s mind goes blank for the remainder of the movie. which wasn’t much, given he was in the car probably not even 20 minutes later. you start the engine, humming happily to yourself. the premiere was a success and you were glad minho came to watch it with you. you look at him, excited to ask if he liked it and if he was down to eat something. the words die in your mouth when you see he’s extremely quiet and zoned out.

“min?” you ask.

you shift a bit, for him to catch you in his gaze. his eyes flit to you. the moment he sees you, he cries.

you tense up, panicking. he scrubs away at his face as he sobs, heaving like a child spanked for something minor.

“you’re so stupid!” he insults and you gawk at him.

“what- why!? what i do?” you get defensive.

“you fucking died! horribly!” he heaves.

you process everything for a moment, watching him bawl his eyes out. you had noticed he got really quiet after your character’s death. you lean back into your seat, smiling. quietly, you take his left hand away from his face, as he furiously dabs away his tears. you bring your hand with his, intertwining fingers.

“baby, it’s just a movie,” you laugh softly, adoring him. “let’s go eat yeah?”

“i hate you! why would you bring me here!? my h-heart can’t handle seeing you like that!”

[oimitocat]

bout to destroy a ramen packet rn, wish i had some lemon

[shieldmaideneowyn]

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

[oimitocat]

Minho anon here!

maybe setting aside your laptop for a break and pulling him up by the hair, wrapping a hand around his throat and leaving hickeys on his neck and shoulders as tears stream down his cheeks. he begs through the gag, cock absolutely throbbing as you refuse to fuck him.

"oh, does my pretty little fleshlight need me to fuck him? too bad."

ARGHHHHH

and then you'd pull out, leaking so much precum only for him to try to grab at you with his tiny little cuffed hands and whine. and then you'd flip him onto his back, sliding back in as his eyes roll back, completely gone because he's had your cock in him for so long he can't even function.

❣️

mhm dumbbed down minho is best minho. he probably wouldn’t even be able to form proper words so you’d literally torture them out of him so he can get what he wants only to be teased

[oimitocat]

mtl to enjoy getting their ass ate in ateez, txt or enhyphen?

ATZ

most

hongjoong

yeosang

mingi

wooyoung

san

yunho

jongho

seonghwa

least

TXT

most

taehyun

kai

yeonjun

soobin

beomgyu

least

ENHA

most

heesung

jungwon

jay

jake

sunoo

riki

least

[spear-of-moonlight]

Sex in the studio | Han Jisung

genre: smut warnings: language, deepthroating, oral (reader receives),slight mention of dacryphilia, one use of daddy

You were good at many things. Taking breaks was not one of them. Jisung understood how easy it was to lose track of time in the studio. But you've been there the whole day, and it didn't look like you were planning to come out anytime soon. He opened the studio door and leaned against the doorframe, watching as your eyes concentrated on the screen in front of you, eyebrows furrowed.

He walked in, wrapping his arms around your neck from behind. You turned your head, a bit startled from his sudden appearance. "Still up? It's one in the morning," he said, chuckling at the surprise on your face. You took off your headphones before stretching your arms in front of you, biceps straining and the veins in your forearms popping out. "It's one already?" you asked, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the chair.

"Mhm. It's past one, actually," he mumbled into your hair, pressing a soft kiss there. You tilted your head back and looked at him, patting your thigh. "Didn't realise. Can't shut my brain off sometimes, you know how it is." He saw you pat your thigh and immediately sat on your lap, straddling you with his arms around your neck.

"You're working too hard, babe," he purred, leaning closer and brushing your lips together. You sighed into his plump lips, fingers digging into his waist as you pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss. He smiled into the kiss, letting your tongue enter his mouth as his hands slid up your shirt, tracing the muscles beneath his fingertips. As you broke away, his hands reached your shoulders, working out the knots. You let out a relieved groan as he worked out the tension that had been building up for days. You tilted your head back, him not missing the opportunity to kiss your neck.

"Fuck.." You hadn't realised just how worked up you were, cock already stirring awake at his touch. He smirked, one hand coming down to palm your bulge while the other scratched at your nape. You let out a shaky breath. "Don't tease me, you brat." He just chuckled, squeezing your cock through your pants and leaning in to peck your nose. "You do need something to wind down, right?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your racing pulse.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his warm mouth made contact with your pulse point, sending electrifying sparks dancing across your skin. "Yes, goddamn it… I need you to help me relax, darling," you breathed, resolve crumbling under the onslaught of desire. "Think you can do that for me, Sungie?" He slid down your pants and freed your throbbing cock, wrapping a hand around it and swirling a thumb around the weeping tip. "Anytime, daddy~"

Fuck. Him and his nicknames. You bucked into his hand, cock twitching with the way he was looking at you. You could resist breathing more than you could resist that look. Once he got on his knees in front of you, you grabbed the back of his head, guiding his lips down to envelop the swollen head of your cock. He teased your tip, hands on your thighs as he lapped up the precum and traced his tongue along the prominent vein on your massive cock. You were trying your best not to be desperate and fuck his mouth, but he was making it so hard. "Shit, baby…I won't hold back if you act like this…" You tangled your fingers in his silky hair as his talented mouth descended, taking you inch by glorious inch. He could feel your grip on his hair tighten and he was smirking as he looked up at you absolutely losing it. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he took your entire cock, nose touching your skin.

Your entire body went rigid, a low, guttural cry tearing from your throat as his mouth engulfed every throbbing inch of your length. "F-Fuck!" The feeling of your boyfriend's hot, wet throat constricting around your sensitive cock was too intense, too perfect. Your free hand gripped the armrest of your chair so hard your knuckles turned white. You thrusted shallowly into his mouth, not being able to resist the warmth. You watched with a predatory gaze as he pulled away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting his plush lips to your cock. He looked so fucking pretty—glassy eyes wide, soft cheeks pink, and lips glistening. You could eat him alive. He dove back in, sucking eagerly, making sure to keep those pretty eyes locked onto your lustful ones.

"God, you're fucking good at this, aren't you?" As if you didn't know. Throwing your head back against the back of the chair, you buried yourself to the hilt, orgasm crashing over you in waves of blinding ecstasy. It always hit different when you were too pent up, like a glass of cold water past midnight. Jisung kept his mouth still for a while before pulling back and coaxing the rest of your cum out, moaning in approval of your musky flavour.

"You're so hot when you come, you know that?"

You chuckled, pulling him onto your lap. Your thumbs brushed away his tears.

"And you're pretty when you cry."

[oimitocat]

was thinking about this, as a hard thought, who do you think would be more into kinks in skz?

chan because his songs are kinky, lets be honest. definitely into getting choked and tied up. definitely a brat, acts all innocent but gives you the biggest headache (and head.) intense switch vibes and even if he topped he’d be a sub!top. bondage all the way.

minho something tells me he likes to have his senses taken away. sensory deprivation is his biggest kink. bandage his eyes, ties his hands, gag him, he can’t see you, can’t taste you and can’t touch you. only to be touched and thrive off the attention you give him. also a brat. spank him.

hyunjin with his damn hair pulling kink. i’d 💯 believe he’d cut his hair like he did now if he was trying to get back at you. another brat. definitely into being choked too, bondage is a fat maybe. definitely likes being manhandled. but i think suffocating him and depriving him from oxygen would be his biggest kink.

jisung because for some reason i think he’d have the nastiest sex with you. not only is he into being corrupted but he’d definitely be into role playing the virgin thing. literally make a mess of him. eat him out, cum in him and slurp it out just to kiss it into his mouth. and he’d cry.

jeongin because let’s be real, he gives power bottom energy. he’d tie YOU up and overstimulate you. definitely into nipple clamps, idk why but he gives that energy. a brat. literally fight him into submission, it turns him on.

[oimitocat]

jaehyun would love to be manhandled and eaten out

he’d ADORE that. use him and do what you want until his limbs are all gooey and you move him around like a sack of bones, with no trouble whatsoever. flushed in the face and eyes hazed, he’s head empty and in cloud nine all the time.

[noxitsnox]

rivals in rhythm - m.l.

jake sim x m!reader

summary: there has never been a time in which you liked jake, not during i-land when you prayed everyday not to debut with him and not now that you were part of the same band. jake knew your dislike very well- as you didn't even try to hide it- but despite that he continued to see potential in your relationship.

tags: hurt/comfort, 8th member reader, jakes needs and deserves a hug, rivals to lovers, really really slow burn

a/n: i'll post this on ao3 too! i think i'll be able to post the first chapter before/on sunday 16/03

@exactlyinfp

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