i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story
you hadn’t meant to stay the night. it wasn’t planned. it never was with sylus. it just happened, like fog rolling in—quiet, thick, impossible to ignore. one moment you were sitting on the edge of his bed, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt like you were debating whether to leave. the next, he was kneeling in front of you, looking up with that unreadable gaze, hands already sliding over your thighs like gravity was pulling him there.
you should’ve known what kind of night it was going to be. he hadn’t said a word, just kissed the inside of your knee, and kept going. like it was routine. like this was how he prayed—down on his knees with his mouth on you, worshipping. .
his tongue was slow at first. soft. experimental. he always started like that, like he was tasting you for the first time even though he already knew exactly how to make you fall apart. he didn’t care how wet you were or how loud you got—he was going to start slow anyway. let it build. let your thighs shake. let you beg.
you came once embarrassingly fast. toes curling, fingers buried in his hair, your back arching like you couldn’t even help it. he moaned against you the whole time—quiet, throaty, like he liked the way you tasted after. and when you tried to catch your breath, he didn’t stop. didn’t pause. didn’t even lift his head. he just kept going.
“sylus—” your voice cracked. “baby, wait, fuck, i can’t—i already—”
he groaned. that was all. just this deep, raw sound that vibrated right into you. his tongue lapped at your clit with slow, deliberate pressure, like he was savoring it. like he wanted to feel you twitch. like your sensitivity was the point.
you could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes. could feel another orgasm coiling in your stomach and this one was meaner—deeper, heavier, the kind that came with sobs and clenched fists. you whimpered his name and he squeezed your thighs tighter, like he knew you were about to try and run. like he wasn’t going to let you.
your thighs were up on his shoulders now. he’d pulled them there like it was nothing, forcing your legs wide, locking you in place. and he didn’t break rhythm—not once. just kept his tongue moving in slow, consistent circles that had your whole body curling in on itself.
“too much,” you whispered. “please, i—fuck, it’s too much, i can’t—”
his hands moved then. one gripping your hip, the other pressing flat against your lower belly, grounding you. and for the first time all night, he spoke. barely audible. “but you haven’t even sat on my face yet…”
the words hit you right in the gut. needy. you looked down at him and your heart stuttered—his cheeks were flushed, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark and glassy. he looked fucked out. like he’d been cumming just from eating you. like he didn’t care about anything else.
he let you shift, hands guiding you forward, and when you finally straddled his face—shaky and breathless, thighs burning—he let out a noise so guttural you thought it might’ve broken you on the spot. his arms looped around your thighs, locking you down, and his mouth immediately found your clit again like he’d missed it.
you moaned loud, hips jerking from the overstimulation, but he didn’t let you up. just groaned against you like he couldn’t breathe without it, tongue working deeper, wetter, hungrier. your hands flew to the headboard, eyes squeezing shut as your whole body shuddered above him.
he was so fucking good at it. every flick, every suck, every tiny shift of pressure—he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it like it was the only thing keeping him alive. his nose bumped your clit with every tilt of his head, and his tongue never stopped moving. you couldn’t help it. you started grinding.
your orgasm ripped through you fast and sharp, a full-body collapse, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs trying to close around his head. but he held you open. swallowed everything. kept licking through it with that same steady, obsessive rhythm until you were crying from how good it felt. how bad it hurt.
when you finally tried to lift off, legs trembling, chest heaving, he didn’t move. just looked up at you through wet lashes and murmured against your pussy, “not done.”
and you believed him. because even with your body twitching and your mind spinning and your voice broken from moaning his name—he still hadn’t cum once. hadn’t even touched himself. like this had never been about him.
I think guy’s dick would smell good too like imagine kissing his neck and smelling his cologne and the sweat and he’s so worked up over just that so by the time you’re taking his cock out his grey sweats to suck him, he’s all hard and leaking precum through his boxers and sweats that you can smell himm…😵💫🤤
unrelated but this has me thinking of sweaty post concert soobin cock. insane
YES UR SO RIGHT im having cravings ☹️☹️
this gyu who’s never been w a real 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 before… absolutely losing his mind cos he’s never had a girl slob on his shit go truly buck wild w it. esp if she’s cute n shy but when she gets on her knees n gives him the nastiest sloppiest head of his life drooling everywhere n sucking on his balls,,,,,, lord making him leak to the point he’s got a wet spot in his sweats,,, n mouthing over it til he can’t take it anymore
— want to rent a boyfriend ? a txt collab masterlist
❀ welcome in! would you like to rent a boyfriend?
❀ all stories below are nsfw mdni redentions of the trope and topic of the rent-a-boyfriend culture! each writer has their own twists on the topic, and warnings should be read to dictate if the story is for you. thank you so much to the lovely writers who joined me for this event! i hope you all enjoy each and every story. -moony
❀ fics to be posted throughout the rest of the year c: check back often or follow after the tag #noam: rent a bf to see when the stories are posted !
one step further
choi soobin | @napofamoon
❀ walking into a cafe was not out of the ordinary for you. however, walking out with a signed contract and a bunny boy rented out as your boyfriend was new. the words on the paper were strict: no sexual intimacy of any kind. but with his fluffy ears, cute nose, and twitchy tail, one step further wouldn’t hurt, right?
mezzanine
choi yeonjun | @bambiihee
❀ you’re the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in seoul, and recently you’ve been wishing you were anything but— your very public relationship and engagement to a fellow nepo baby ends in a very public breakup, and everywhere you turn your sad, heartbroken face is blown up on social media and tabloid magazines. half to save your image and half to protect his own, your father proposes that you stage a fake relationship with his new business partner’s son; a fox eyed bachelor model with an image in desperate need for approval. you know his history far too well, your own friends having been victim to his womanizing ways, swept off their feet before being cast aside to join his trail of broken hearts. you’d never agree to something like that! … until of course the paparazzi catches your ex with a new woman. now you have something to prove. the plan is simple; stage some dates, attend some events, get your picture taken, and then quietly “break up” once things blow over. it’s never that simple, is it?
lavish
choi beomgyu | @bows4tyun
❀ beomgyu is a popular camboy that you happen to stumble upon, donations to his live streams are the only thing you’re making your money useful for. after spending an abundant amount of time and money on him, you’ve been announced as the winner for a “rent-a-boyfriend” award.
we might be falling in love
kang taehyun | @gyuuchuuu
❀ after finally scoring a day off from your exhausting work schedule, you’d planned the perfect girls day—only for everyone to bail at the last minute. so what now? sit at home sulking? not a chance?! you’re not wasting a perfectly good day off, so you do the next best thing—rent a friend… or, well, maybe a boyfriend?
afterpay my heart
huening kai | @kaimerae
❀ when your ex (the one who claims he only cheated on you because of the freshman 15) is invited to thanksgiving by your parents, you freak out and tell everybody you'll be bringing a +1. enter kai, your roommate's older brother, a graduating senior, who agrees to play the part… on a very flexible payment plan. four installments, four weeks to prepare for the big day and one fake boyfriend who keeps insisting he’s only in it for the med-school money. is he after the money or... after your heart?
dare he use the word obsessed. such a sweet girl, always craving his attention, his touch, his words, and his wallet. he loved to spoil his pretty girl, taking you out to lavish restaurants, adorning you in ornate jewelry and overpriced purses.
you told him that his attention was more than enough; it was all you needed to feel satisfied, but felix insisted, saying that having someone as precious as you finding use in his expenses made his head fuzzy.
and while the flowery dates and the exorbitant accessories he showered you with in public were blush-worthy, it was when he took you to his home and had you all to himself, away from prying eyes, where he could really show you how precious you really were to him.
in milky white sheets shrouded in sheer white canopies, the house quiet, you were both the only two souls inside. his hands roamed, unbelievably soft against your warm skin, not leaving an inch of flesh on your body untouched. he lay claim to you hungrily, the glow in his eyes reflecting from the warm candlelight, and a looming shadow over his pupils, a hint of possessiveness.
the starved look he had as he took in your form, splayed in his sheets, wearing the most intricate, lacy baby blue lingerie he had bought for you that day, the fabric dipping into your curves and pressed softly against your skin, the contrast in color sending his brain into overdrive.
he made sure you knew how lovely you were to him, even if he sometimes got a little mean about it.
"my sweet, slutty girl." moaning against your cheek, having laid you on your back on his matress, one hand gripping your chin, holding your head straight so you couldn't look away from him, smiling softly as your eyes watered with pretty tears, his impossibly thick cock splitting you open as he slowly fucked into you, so slowly it was nearly painful with how intense the pleasure felt, so fucking deep inside you swore you'd never felt fuller in your life. like he was reaching every private corner of your body, like he was melting into you, touching every bone and caressing every nerve.
your quiet, whimpery moans that flowed right to his ears, he pressed wet kisses along your jaw, nipping at the skin and dragging his tongue up your throat where he bit just below your ear.
"aww baby, what's the matter, hm?" he drew his hips back, inching his cock out of you, the slick drag against your tight walls making your chest flutter. then he thrusted back in, grinding purposefully deep in your pussy, feeling every inch of him in your stomach.
"always so eager for me to fuck you slow and sweet, and every time i do, you whine and cry like it's too much. am i too much for you, sweetheart?" you could only moan in response, as he thrusted once, twice, rather roughly, forcing you towards that drowning orgasm you always lost your poor little mind to after long intimate nights with him.
"mmm, you look beautiful tonight baby. that color is so stunning against your skin. c'mon, cry more for me darling." your cunt fluttered around him, as he gently turned you onto your side, keeping his cock buried deep in you as he positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your thigh and holding your leg up so he could slip in and out of you with sinful ease, the new angle making your eyes roll and your sweet breath stutter.
"i know baby, i'm sorry," felix moaned against the back of your neck as he picked up his pace inisde of you, the slick sound of wet skin against skin making your ears flush and your heart race as he fucked you sideways tangled in his sheets, as his other hand slipped around and cupped the front of your throat, keeping your head still as he began to pound. "i know its too good, but you can take it for me... messy girl..."
pushing your leg further up to spread you even wider, his tip dragging against your G-spot every time he plunged into your soaked cunt, his hand around your throat, squeezing like he was trying to ground himself, littering your neck with kisses and laving his warm tongue against your skin like he was trying to memorize your taste.
felix's thumb gently caressed the side of your neck, a laughable contrast to how he fucked your sweet cunt voraciously, his own broken grunts and deep moans making you clench even harder around his cock.
"my baby..." he whispered against your ear, and it felt like his rich throaty voice was slithering down your spine like a cold trickle of water. "my slutty little princess, i fucking own you."
you moaned loud, his cock merciless inside of you, slipping his thumb in your mouth and pressing it down against your tongue, feeling your panting breaths against his skin as he held your mouth open.
"get louder for me." he commanded, the authoritative tone in his voice making your eyes roll. "you can do it, let me hear you."
shiftng the angle of his thrusts, he was now pounding against that spot with unabating precison, and you felt like you couldn't breathe.
"feeeelixxx...! fuck.. me!" he laughed at the pathetic mess he had reduced you to, clicking his tongue and pouting against your ear as he nibbled on your lobe.
"shhh... i am baby, can't you feel me? i'm so deep in this pussy, you're so fuckin warm, honey." the hand around your throat moved back to press his palm against the back of your skull, pushing your head and angling your gaze down so you could look at the sinful sight below you, now able to get a full view of his cock slipping in and out of you so smoothly, he kept you head low. the creamy ring around the base of his dick, the shiny mess between your thighs, the rhythmic plap! plap! his hips made against yours.
"look at that baby, isn't that nasty? you're so wet, i'm so thick inside of you. you're taking me like you were made for this." he squeezed your lifted thigh, his fingers digging into the plush flesh, contintuing to rut into you, forcing you to watch every inch of him piston inside of you.
and just like that, the coil snapped, and that warm hot feeling washed over your entire body as you shook in his bruising grip, cumming all over him and fucking squirting all over his sheets.
"thats it, my good fucking girl, make a mess, make it messy baby you know thats how i like it." felix fucked you through it, your whines high pitched and breathy, your voice breaking throughout the intense high.
"so pretty when you cum, you're gonna do it again mkay? you're gonna cum for me again sweet girl."
not a question, not a suggestion, a goal. a command. you were going to fall apart for him again. and again, and again. until he was satisfied, until you were fucked dumb for him.
im not kidding i saw this picture of chan and my heart stopped.
idol!chan x f!reader
thinking about chan...
it was so hot, sweat dripping down your shivering skin, mouth agape in silent moans. chan's hands roamed up and down your back, tracing his fingertips down your spine, every slip and every slide he grabbed a handful of your flesh greedily, kneading it between his large calloused hands.
his eyes followed every movement of his hands on your body, so absolutely pleased with the way you fit so perfect in his hands, like your body was formed and molded with his touch in mind. all for him.
up to your shoulders, back down your waist to your plush ass, back up your spine to the nape of your neck, where he massaged and caressed lovingly, oh so gentle with you. your soft sounds of satisfaction were like music to his ears.
he'd then wrap locks of your hair around his veiny hand like a rope, give you a soft tug, then pull your upper body up by your hair like he was lassoing a stallion.
chan would press your back against his heaving chest, on your knees, flush to his body. his cock would slip inside of your dripping cunt, sliding in with such practiced ease you moan long and pathetically.
keeping his hand tightly wound in your hair, his other would wrap around your front, pressing his scorching palm against your lower stomach, kneading and caressing, pressing and pushing, letting you feel every sinful inch of him buried in your guts.
"god you take me so fucking easily, it's disgusting." he'd press his plush lips against your hot ears, nipping at your lobe and kissing the side of your throat like he was starving.
rolling his hips against you, feeling every tantalizing inch of him sliding in and out in and out, his fat tip dragging against your g-spot with every greedy thrust. tilting your head back over his shoulder, he'd turn your head to face him, slotting his lips with yours, growling and grunting into your mouth, sliding his tongue over yours, and swallowing your moans like they gave him life.
you clench around him and he moans loudly into your mouth, the vibrations of his voice traveling down your throat. you couldn't believe this was actually happening to you.
"fuck baby..." he pulls from your lips with a slick pop, pressing his open mouth against your cheek, groaning and sighing at how warm you felt around him.
"channie..." you whimper, every thrust of his cock inside you sent another gush of wetness between your thighs, so sensitive and begging for him to bury himself so deep in your pussy you could feel him in every corner of your overheated body.
"you're so fucking wet." he kisses down your throat, pushing his hand further against your stomach, squeezing the hair at your scalp, moaning at the gentle whine that slipped from your mouth. "don't think i've ever had a girl so soaked for me."
he sped up his hips, sinking his teeth into the flesh above your collarbone, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he lost himself to your soft insides.
"i know your perverted little brain is reeling about this, isn't it, sweetheart?" trailing his lips back up to your ear and yanks your head back, drawing a short yelp from your swollen lips.
"your favorite idol, driving his cock into you like the filthy slut you are, taking it so well." his tone was sinister and dripping in lechery, his whispers going straight to your foggy brain. "does me so deep in your guts really do it for you that bad, baby? you're practically stupid already, and we've barely started."
your eyes rolled, and drool slipped down the corner of your lips, your impending orgasm dangerously close to literally knocking you unconscious.
"are you even listening, hm? or are you too fucked out. you cumming already?" chan winced when you clenched around him again like a vice, and he felt your neck flex as you nodded drunkenly, voice breaking when you parted your lips to speak.
"c-close, channie... please..f-fuck..." chan pressed his cock impossibly deeper into you, smiling sickly when your moans shot upward in pitch at the switch of angle.
he pushed your body back down so your elbows were on the mattress, his hand still wound in your hair. he pulled so your back arched beautifully below him, using your hair to help piston his dick in and out of you at a brutal rhythm that had you crying and whining out.
"yeah... look at that arch, stupid slutty girl, so fucking good for me..." chan groaned, growing impossibly harder inside of you as he used your body like a doll, gnawing on his bottom lip at your willingness to bend and break for him. you were cumming in no time, your body shaking, and your voice going quiet as you struggled to breathe.
your moans rose in pitch as chan continued to fuck into you through one of the most earthshattering orgasms of your life, your second one already lighting that flame in your stomach, overstimulation beginning to set its course.
"c-channie!" you moaned, reaching a hand back to try and push his lower stomach to get him to let up. he only pulled your hair harder, laughing at your pathetic whines.
"baby, just cause you came doesn't mean i'm done. you lie there and you take it, you owe me at least 4 more orgasms, dont you?" you cried out at a particularly targeted thrust that made your breath catch.
"yeah ya do," chan groaned. fucking into you with reawakened fervor, his hand slipping around and rubbing rough, sloppy circles against your clit. "can't wait to have you fucking ruined for me, pretty baby, gonna ruin you tonight, every time you see my face anywhere you'll get flashes of tonight in your pathetic little brain and writhe for my touch again. gonna completely destroy you."
you moaned pathetically, your second orgasm washing over your body and nearly taking your soul with it. and chan kept fucking. kept kneading and pressing and touching and molding your pussy to the shape of his cock, his touch burned into your skin, and his words branded into your skull.
because if there's one thing bang chan wasn't, it was a liar.
literally as soon as i saw it i ran to write something like i was being held at gunpoint god hes so fucking fine brah...
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