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i told the stars about you twenty-two NSFW MDNI

[seungmincider]

🎀 skz reaction to denying kisses as a prank

🎀Half Awake, All Yours

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🎀Good Boy

🎀sub!Felix

🎀Not Much Left, Is There?

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[seungmincider]

Hiiii,

So, funny story, actually. I haven’t been writing because three months ago, I got accused of using (you guessed it) artificial “intelligence”. Their reasoning? I used the emdash “too many times”.

It REALLY demotivated me and I haven’t written anything at all. So to all those out there accusing writers of using AI to create their works, reconsider and build a case without outright accusing. It makes us not want to create.

[seungmincider]

Good Boy

—MDNI—

pairing: bottom!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut

tags: praise kink, virgin!Han, submissive male, power dynamics, soft dom, emotional vulnerability, touch starvation

cw: intense emotional vulnerability, humiliation kink (mild, framed positively), light d/s elements, use of praise as a trigger

wc: 1,200

synopsis: Han doesn’t know what it’s like to be touched. Not like this. Not with meaning. You barely have to lift a finger, barely have to whisper a word, and he’s unraveling for you.

You didn’t have to do much. That was the fascinating part. Just a slow step into his space, fingers skimming the collar of his shirt, watching his breath hitch like you’d pressed a knife to his throat instead of a touch.

Jisung wasn’t used to this.

Not touch. Not softness. Not being seen—not like this.

There was something pitiful in how quickly he folded, like paper left out in the rain. He tried so hard to be composed, to play cool, that even now his clenched fists at his sides betrayed him more than his flushed face ever could.

“You okay?” you murmured, tilting your head slightly. Teasing, but not cruel.

He nodded—too fast. Swallowed hard.

“Words, Ji.”

His mouth opened, closed. “Y-Yeah. I’m good. I—”

His voice cracked.

You almost laughed.

And all you had done was graze your fingers down the side of his neck. All you had done was look at him like he was something more than what he believed of himself. His whole body was on edge, wired tight, like he was expecting you to break him or bolt.

Poor thing.

You stepped in closer. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Jisung shook his head, embarrassed, like you hadn’t already guessed. His eyes dropped to the floor.

You cupped his jaw gently, thumb brushing his cheek. “Look at me.”

He did, and there it was: the need, the ache, the desperate hope that he was doing something right.

“Good boy.”

The moment the words left your lips, he shuddered. Visibly. Viscerally. Like they’d reached down into something primal and pulled.

His knees nearly buckled. His breath came out ragged. And his eyes—

God, the look in his eyes.

Like he’d waited his whole life to be called that. Like no one had ever thought he could be. Like those two words rewrote his entire goddamn understanding of what it meant to be wanted.

“Again,” he whispered, voice raw.

You smiled, hand still on his face. “You really are.”

And that was all it took.

He didn’t need much. Just this. Just you. Just the chance to be seen, be touched—be good.

And he’d give you everything.

He stayed there, frozen under your hand like a statue half-broken—caught between wanting to crumble and terrified to fall apart completely.

Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, lingering. You could feel the tension there, a barely-contained tremble. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, wasn’t sure if he was allowed to move, or breathe, or speak without your permission.

That kind of obedience didn’t come from training. It came from hunger—from starving long enough that even scraps felt like salvation.

You took a slow step around him, trailing your hand down the back of his neck. He bowed his head slightly, instinctively, and the movement sent heat curling low in your gut.

“Sensitive,” you said softly. “You like that.”

He made a sound—something halfway between a whimper and a nod. You didn’t press him to speak. He didn’t need to.

You leaned in closer, voice low in his ear. “How long have you been waiting for someone to ruin you like this?”

He shivered, exhaled like the question had knocked the air out of him. “I—I don’t know,” he managed. “A long time.”

You smiled against his skin. “And you never told anyone?”

“N-No,” he admitted. “No one would… I didn’t think anyone would want to.”

“Want to what?”

His voice dropped, barely audible. “Touch me. Use me. Like this.”

Your hand slid down to his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

“You’re not being used, Ji. You’re being kept. There’s a difference.”

The breath he let out was trembling and thick. He leaned back into your touch like a flower into sunlight, eyes fluttering shut. Trusting. Needing. Open.

“Please,” he whispered. “Say it again.”

You didn’t hesitate. You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice silk-wrapped steel.

“Good boy.”

The second time the words left your lips, they wrapped around his spine like velvet rope.

Jisung let out a sound that didn’t belong to a man. It was small and raw and shocked—like it had been torn from someplace deep inside him. His whole body tensed, and for a moment he just froze, as if trying to keep himself from falling apart right there in front of you.

But it was too late.

You saw it—felt it—in the way his breath hitched and stuttered, in the way his thighs twitched. His eyes went wide with disbelief, lips parted in a silent gasp as his hips jerked forward helplessly.

You didn’t have to look down to know what had happened.

A flush of color crept up his neck, shame already crashing in before he could even recover from the high. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, shaking. “I—fuck—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You caught his chin in your hand before he could spiral. “Don’t apologize.”

“But I—” His voice cracked again, raw and humiliated. “You didn’t even touch me. I just—God—”

Your grip tightened, just enough to make him go still.

“I said,” you murmured, voice firmer now, “don’t apologize.”

He blinked, eyes wide and wet, swallowing hard.

“You came in your pants because I told you you were good,” you said, almost a purr now, letting the words sink in. “That’s not something to be ashamed of, Han. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

His breath stuttered again. “You did?”

“Of course I did.” You smiled, thumbing the corner of his mouth. “What better proof is there? I say two little words, and you fall apart for me. You belong like this.”

His eyes closed, a quiet whimper escaping his lips.

“You’re mine to ruin,” you whispered. “And I’m just getting started.”

A/N: I love sub!jisung so much it’s unreal 💔

[seungmincider]

Not Much Left, Is There?

—MDNI—

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Bimbofication, Power Play

Rating: Explicit

CW: Dumbification, degradation + praise mix, pet names (good girl, baby, doll), power dynamic (soft dom x submissive reader), overstimulation, dirty talk, light spit play, mental unraveling

Wc: 2,500 (ish)

Synopsis: You start the night sharp, clever, in control. By the end, you’re drooling around his cock, brain gone fuzzy, body trembling, and begging for more.

Your legs are shaking, and you can’t remember how many times you’ve come.

You think it’s four. Or five. Maybe six? You tried to count, but at some point your thoughts got all tangled and soft — too slippery to hold onto. All you can do now is breathe and moan and look up at Seungmin with those wide, dazed eyes he loves so much.

He’s still fully dressed. That’s the worst part.

Or maybe the best.

“You’re so fuckin’ easy now,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers slowly down your cheek, thumb smearing a little drool from the corner of your lips.

“Used to get all smart with me. All full of attitude.”

You whimper. You want to argue — say you are smart, that you still can think — but all that comes out is a messy little sound and the instinctive grind of your hips against the mattress.

“Oh?” He tilts his head. “You’ve got something to say, baby?”

You try. Really. But your mouth opens and all that spills out is, “I—please—Seungmin, I—”

He hums, mock-pitying, sliding two fingers between your legs and pressing right where you’re soaked and sensitive. Your whole body jolts.

“That’s what I thought.” He leans in closer, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Any brain cells left in that little head of yours?”

You shake your head before you even mean to.

He grins.

“God, you’re perfect.”

His hand leaves your cunt and wraps around your throat instead — gentle, just enough pressure to make your body hum. Not choking. Just owning.

“This is where you belong. Flat on your back, drooling for me, too dumb to remember your own name unless I remind you.”

“Seungmin—”

“Shh.” He slides his fingers into your mouth, slow and deliberate. “Suck.”

You do — eager, eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your lips around them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like you’re made for this. He watches your mouth work, watches your thighs twitch, and his smile deepens.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “My dumb little doll. Don’t need to think. Don’t need to talk. Just keep that mouth busy and take what I give you.”

When he finally unzips his pants and pulls himself out, you whimper so sweetly that he chuckles — low and warm, like he’s genuinely proud of how far you’ve fallen.

“Open wide, baby. Gonna make that pretty head even emptier.”

His cock rests heavy against your lips, the head flushed, already leaking. You can feel him twitch when your tongue peeks out and licks a stripe along the underside — slow, trembling, like your body knows what to do even if your brain’s long gone.

“That’s it,” Seungmin breathes. “See? Don’t need to think when you’re on your knees like this. Mouth open, eyes blank — fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

He doesn’t shove himself in. No — he takes his time. Presses the tip against your lips, lets you wrap around him willingly, sinking inch by inch into your mouth as you moan around him.

Your head’s fuzzy. You can’t remember what you were going to say. You don’t even care. All that matters is the weight on your tongue, the praise in his voice, and the way he pets your hair like you’re his perfect little toy.

“Good girl,” he groans, hips barely rocking forward. “Just like that. Keep sucking. Nice and slow. Don’t think — just feel.”

You do. God, you feel everything.

The sting of your sore throat. The throb between your legs. The dull ache in your knees from how long you’ve been down here. All of it just blends into heat. Pleasure. Him.

He doesn’t go too deep — not yet. He lets you drool down your chin, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, but his grip stays gentle.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up as he pulls out with a pop. His cock is soaked, shining with spit. “Bet if I fucked you right now, you’d come before I even bottomed out.”

You nod. You’re not even embarrassed. You want it. You want to be that easy.

“Messy thing,” he murmurs, pushing you back onto the bed. “So empty, aren’t you?”

You nod again, panting.

He climbs over you, mouth brushing your ear. “Then let me fill you up.”

You whimper, legs spreading without a second thought — your body’s already begging even before your mouth can catch up.

And when he finally slides inside — slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch like he’s claiming space in your body and your mind — you swear something inside you breaks open.

Not pain. Not even pleasure. Just surrender.

He groans into your throat, hand curling around your waist as you clench around him.

“That’s it, baby. Not a thought left, huh?”

All you can do is moan, arms weak around his shoulders, head lolling back as he starts to move.

And Seungmin? He’s nothing but patient.

He fucks you like he’s savoring it. Like he owns every whimper you make. Every twitch of your thighs. Every half-formed word that dies in your throat.

“Mine,” he murmurs. “My sweet, dumb, perfect girl.”

You’re already moaning, barely able to hold yourself together.

“Too much?” he asks, almost sweet. He cups your cheek like he cares, like he’d stop if you really needed him to.

But the look in his eyes says he knows.

Knows you’ll take it. That you want to take it. That you’re desperate to fall apart all over again just to hear him say you’re a good girl with nothing left to think about but his cock.

“N-no,” you breathe. “Please—keep going—need you—”

He smiles. Something proud. Something wicked.

“That’s my girl.”

He fucks you deeper then — not rough, but thorough, pushing into you until the rhythm has your whole body trembling beneath him. Your mind goes quiet. Blank. You can’t hold onto anything but the feeling of him dragging in and out, his hips grinding down just right against your swollen clit.

You’re already close again. He can tell.

“Already?” he coos. “Barely started, baby. Thought you were gonna be good for me. Thought you could take it.”

“I—I can—” you gasp, but the words slur out, wrecked and useless.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, still fucking you slow and deep. “Of course you can. My perfect little doll. Not a single thought left in that head, and you’re still trying to please me.”

You nod, teary-eyed, thighs trembling with the effort to keep up. You’re so wet, the sound of him sliding into you fills the room — obscene and raw and perfect.

Then his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit again.

You jerk, eyes rolling back.

“No—too much—!”

“Too much?” he echoes, mocking-soft.

“Thought you said you could take it.”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out — just a high, broken moan as your body arches off the bed and your climax crashes over you like a wave.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. You want to stop. You want more. You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.

And Seungmin watches it all, smiling like the devil himself.

“Messy little thing,” he whispers. “So easy to ruin now. Can’t even form words. Can’t even beg.”

You’re crying — not from pain, just from the sheer, overwhelming bliss. Your body’s gone soft and twitchy, your legs spread open and useless.

He fucks you through it, coaxing every last spasm out of you.

“Think you can come again, baby?” he murmurs. “One more for me? Just one more?”

You sob a yes. You’d say anything for him.

And when he starts thrusting again — a little harder this time, the rhythm faster, relentless — you realize there’s no going back.

You’re his. All of you.

Mind. Body. Every pretty little sound you make when he says your name.

His thumb circles your clit again — light, fast, cruel — and your hips buck without permission.

“No—wait, I—”

“Oh, you can,” he says, breath hot against your ear. “You will. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock, baby. One more time. Give it to me.”

Your fingers claw weakly at his back. Your mouth opens but all that comes out is a cry — a soft, helpless sound as your body locks up tight, walls fluttering around him. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, sharp and blinding and wet.

You sob, clinging to him, shaking through the aftershocks.

“There you go,” he whispers, slowing his hips but not stopping. “That’s it. Just like that. Let it all go. That’s my good girl.”

You’re wrecked. Destroyed. You can barely breathe.

And Seungmin just smiles. He’s so proud of you it almost hurts.

“You don’t even realize how pretty you look like this, do you?” he murmurs. His hand strokes down your cheek — gentle now. “Tears on your face, drool on your chin, legs shaking, pussy soaked… and still so good for me.”

You moan something — maybe his name, maybe nothing at all. Your brain’s gone, left behind somewhere around the third orgasm.

“That’s okay,” he coos, brushing sweaty hair out of your face. “Don’t need to talk. Don’t need to think.”

His rhythm gets sharper, faster. Controlled, but edging toward something rougher now — his need finally taking over after all the patience he’s shown.

“You’re perfect like this. All soft. All dumb. Just lying there and taking it.”

You moan, high and broken. The words make something flutter in your chest.

“You don’t even care that I’m using you, do you?” he breathes. His voice is getting breathless now, hips starting to stutter. “Just want me to fill you up. Want my cum in that stupid, sloppy cunt. Say it.”

“I—want—want you to—” you gasp, barely forming the words.

“Say it.”

“Want you to come inside—need it—need you—please—”

That’s all it takes.

He groans low and filthy as he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside you as he spills into you with a shudder.

“Fuck yes…take all of it…”

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as he empties himself, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temple. You can feel it — the warmth of it spreading inside you, hot and possessive.

He stays there for a long moment, chest pressed to yours, his cock still pulsing inside your aching walls.

Then he lets out a soft sigh and kisses your cheek.

You don’t know how long you lie there — your body boneless, legs still spread, his cum slowly dripping out of you and pooling onto the sheets. Your vision’s hazy. Everything feels soft. Distant.

But you feel him.

The weight of his body lifting gently from yours.

The way his fingers brush over your inner thigh, slow and light, tracing the mess he’s made of you like he’s memorizing it.

Then a warm cloth — soft, wet, and tender — touches your skin.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he wipes between your legs with practiced care. Every stroke is patient. Gentle. He’s not rushing. He never does.

“Look at this mess,” he says softly, but there’s no edge to it now. Only affection. “You took so much. Made for it, huh?”

You whimper faintly, your hips giving a weak twitch, but he presses a kiss to your thigh and hushes you again.

“I know. I know it’s a lot,” he says. “You were so good for me. So perfect. I’m proud of you.”

He turns the cloth, cleaning you with careful precision, working slowly from your thighs inward, never missing a spot. You’re still a little twitchy, sensitive, but he never pushes — just coos softly whenever you flinch.

“Breathe for me, doll,” he whispers. “In… and out. That’s it.”

When he finishes, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls the blankets up over you, tucking them gently around your shoulders like you’re delicate. Like you’re precious.

Then he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. His hand settles over your belly, the other brushing hair away from your face.

“So pretty when you’re all used up,” he murmurs into your hair. “But this part’s my favorite.”

You hum softly. Barely there. But you feel safe. Grounded.

“You did everything I asked,” he says, voice low and warm. “Took all of me like a good girl. You didn’t even think, did you?”

You shake your head, the smallest smile tugging at your lips.

“Mm. Thought not.”

He kisses the shell of your ear and lets his hand drift to your hip, holding you steady in his arms.

“No more thinking tonight. Just rest, baby. I’ve got you.”

A/N: I gave myself whiplash writing this Seungmin 🫠

[seungmincider]

Half-Awake, All Yours

—MDNI—

pairing: bangchan x Fem.Reader

genre: smut

tags: morning sex, emotional intimacy, soft sex

cw: NSFW, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

WC: 822

synopsis: You should both be sleeping. But with his voice low and his touches soft, how could you ever say no?

You didn’t know what woke you first — the warm sunlight bleeding in through the curtains or the slow, sleepy pressure of Chan’s hips rocking gently into yours from behind.

Still half-asleep, you felt the weight of his arm slung low across your waist, pulling you back into the firm heat pressed against your backside. The room was quiet, still wrapped in the hush of early morning, but you could feel him — thick and hard, grinding slowly into you like his body was moving before his mind had caught up.

“Channie…” you whispered, voice barely there.

He made a soft sound in your ear — not quite awake, but aware enough to hum in response. His lips brushed the back of your shoulder, warm breath fanning over your skin.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured, voice low and rough from sleep. “Just… couldn’t help it.”

You shifted your hips back, just slightly, letting him slide more firmly against your center. You were already damp, your body responding on instinct to the familiar weight and warmth of him pressed against you.

“You’re not really sorry,” you teased softly.

“No,” he admitted with a lazy smile. “Not even a little.”

His hand slipped under your sleep shirt, splaying wide across your stomach before dragging down slowly — so slow — until his fingers dipped between your legs and found you warm and wet for him.

“Baby…” he groaned, voice rasping. “You’re already so ready.”

You let out a soft gasp when he pressed one thick finger inside you, then another, curling them just enough to make your thighs tremble.

The motion of his hips never stopped — slow, teasing thrusts of his cock still hidden beneath thin boxers, dragging against your ass with every motion.

“Need to feel you,” he whispered, lips ghosting your ear.

He shifted just enough to tug his boxers down, rolling a condom on from the drawer beside the bed with practiced ease. Then he was nudging at your entrance, his thick length pressing slowly inside, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a low, breathless moan.

You both stilled.

The stretch, the warmth, the deep fullness of him inside you — it was overwhelming in the quiet, surrounded by early light and the steady beat of his heart against your back.

“I love mornings like this,” he whispered, arms wrapping tight around your body. “When you’re soft and sleepy and all mine.”

He started to move — slow, rocking thrusts that barely pulled out before sliding deep again. Each stroke was patient, deliberate, dragging every bit of pleasure out like he had all the time in the world.

Your moans were soft, caught between sleep and sensation. You reached back to curl your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, needing him everywhere.

Chan buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot, lips brushing your skin with every ragged exhale.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered. “So warm, so perfect.”

He moved deeper now, his pace still slow but more purposeful — grinding against your sweet spot with every stroke. His hand moved up to cup your breast under your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple as his hips rocked into you.

The tension built gradually, your body trembling as he filled you again and again, coaxing soft gasps and breathless whimpers from you with every thrust.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured.

“Just like this? Wrapped up in my arms?”

You nodded helplessly, the orgasm cresting like a wave.

And when it hit, it was quiet but intense — your body clenching tight around him, your breath caught in your throat, hips jerking softly as you rode out every wave. Chan held you through it, whispering sweet things against your skin.

“Good girl… that’s it… let me feel you.”

He chased his own release a few thrusts later, groaning your name as he spilled into the condom, body tensing behind you before finally collapsing into a warm, spent heap.

Neither of you moved for a long moment. He stayed inside you, holding you close, breath evening out against your shoulder.

“I could stay here forever,” he whispered.

You smiled sleepily. “Then do it.”

And he did — tangled up in you, skin on skin, not in a rush to leave the warmth you made together.

[seungmincider]

Mutual Undoing

—MDNI—

pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

genre: Smut

tags: teasing, emotional intimacy

Cw: NSFW, language, consensual pinning, oral (f. receiving), soft & rough Hyunjin

WC: 2132

synopsis: When Hyunjin steals your phone just to mess with you, you don't expect to end up straddling him on the couch— or accidentally grinding into him while trying to grab it back

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The living room was quiet, save for the low hum of music and the occasional creak of the old couch as Hyunjin shifted under you. His outstretched hand clutched your phone, far out of your reach.

“Hyunjin,” you warned, arms folded. 

He looked smug as hell, lying on his back, black shirt riding up just enough to tease a sliver of his toned stomach. He tousled his growing hair, his lips curved into that infuriatingly handsome smirk he wore whenever he knew he had the upper hand. “I’m just keeping it safe.”

“You're hiding it.” 

“I’m… protecting you. From yourself.”

“From checking my messages?”

He tilted his head playfully. “From obsessing over them when you should be enjoying quality time with me.”

You rolled your eyes but made your move, climbing over him in one smooth lunge, one knee on either side of his hips as you reached for the phone. He didn’t expect you to straddle him because his breath hitched the second your body pressed against his.

“Y/N–” he started, voice low, caught somewhere between surprise and something else.

Your hand brushed past his stomach, grazing just under his ribs, and then—

He moaned. 

It was quiet, barely audible, but it was real. You froze, your fingers pausing mid-grab. His hips shifted beneath you involuntarily, and suddenly the air was very different.

“...Did you just–” you began, eyes wide. 

“No,” he said too quickly, eyes flicking anywhere but yours. 

You smirked, leaning down to close the distance. “You sure? Because it sounded like–”

“I didn’t,” he insisted, hand loosening just enough that you snatched the phone. 

Triumphant, you leaned back, still on top of him, holding your prize aloft.

“Victory.”

But neither of you moved. 

His eyes met yours again, and this time, they didn’t shy away. They darkened. 

“You did that on purpose,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t mean to brush against you,” you replied sweetly. Your gaze dropped to his parted lips, the way his chest rose a little faster than before.

“You’re still doing it,” he murmured. 

You tilted your head, pretending to be innocent, though your hands found his shoulders now, your thighs pressing down just enough to feel the tension beneath you. “Doing what?”

“Driving me insane.”

He leaned up, hand snaking around your waist now, phone forgotten on the floor. His lips hovered a breath away from yours. “You’re not getting off of me until I’ve recovered.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.” His smile was dangerous now. “And I recover very…very slowly.”

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You should've gotten up. You knew that. But something about the way Hyunjin was looking at you–heat pooling behind those dark eyes, tongue just barely brushing his bottom lip–made it impossible to move. 

“Slow recovery, huh?” You murmured, your voice softer now, teasing in a lower register. 

“Painfully slow,” he replied, his hands settling at your waist. They weren't firm, not yet, but they lingered. “I think you might need to help me through it.”

You traced your fingers over his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath. “This from the guy who stole my phone?”

“I was protecting your peace of mind.” He smirked. “But apparently, you're a little more hands-on with revenge.”

“I was just trying to get my phone back.”

“Right. That’s why you’re still on top of me.”

You shifted your weight–just a little–and felt him twitch beneath you. His breath hitched again.

Your grin widened. “Sensitive?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes for a beat, laughing softly under his breath. “Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“If you keep moving like that…” His eyes snapped open again, sharper now, pupils blown wide. “You’re going to get more than just your phone.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn't back off. You leaned in closer, your nose brushing against his, your voice a whisper against his mouth. 

“What if I’m okay with that?”

For a moment, everything stilled. You could hear the music playing in the background, the rustle of fabric as his hands slid up your back, the soft sound of both your breathing syncing into something heavier, needier. 

Then his lips were on yours–not tentative, not playful–but hot, deep, and a little desperate. The kind of kiss that made your whole body hum, made you forget who started what, or why, it even mattered. 

Your fingers tangled in his short hair as his grip on your waist tightened, and when his hips rolled up into yours, it sent a shiver through you that made you gasp into his mouth. 

“I warned you,” he breathed against your lips.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning your forehead against his. “You’re not very good at resisting temptation.”

“Neither are you.”

And then he flipped you underneath him, with practiced ease, pressing his weight into yours and kissing down your neck like he had all the time in the world to explore; you realized just how slow his “recovery” was about to be. 

You didn’t mind. You were kind of counting on it. 

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Hyunjin’s weight pressed down on you in all the right ways. The couch groaned beneath you as he shifted to settle between your thighs; but neither of you cared about the noise.

His lips grazed your collarbone, slow and warm, like he had nowhere else to be. His breath hitched against your skin when your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath it to feel the heat of his bare back. 

“You’re not in a rush to recover, are you?” you murmured, trying to stay playful, but your voice trembled just enough to betray you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, really look at you. His hair was a little messy from where your fingers had threaded through it, his cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bruised. And yet, somehow, it was his eyes that stole your breath. 

“I don’t want to rush anything with you,” he said softly.

The moment landed harder than either of you expected. Your teasing grin faded into something softer, more vulnerable, and when you blinked up at him, you felt suddenly exposed in a different way–not physically, but emotionally. Like he could see everything. 

“Hyunjin…” you breathed, and he leaned down again. But this time he didn’t kiss you, he just nuzzled his face into your neck and stayed there, arms tightening around you like he needed the closeness more than he needed anything else. 

The rhythm changed. His hands moved more slowly, more deliberately. Fingertips brushed along your waist, dragging the fabric of your shirt up inch by inch. When your skin met air, he didn’t grope or rush–he explored, like you were something sacred. 

You sighed, your body arching into his, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. The friction returned–delicious and unignorable–but now it was laced with something deeper. Something more than lust. 

“I love the way you look at me,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Like I matter. Like I’m not just…pretty to look at.”

You cupped his cheek, pulling him up so your eyes met again. “You’re more than that. Always have been.”

Something shifted behind his gaze–something fragile, grateful, yearning. He kissed you again, slower now, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth, the sound of your breath. 

His hips rocked into yours, his body fitting perfectly against yours in that slow, grinding rhythm that made your whole world narrow to just the feeling of him. And when he whispered your name like a secret, like a prayer, you knew this wasn't just about heat anymore.

It was about trust. 

About letting someone all the way in. 

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Hyunjin's movements against you were deliberate. It was intentional. Every slow grind of his hips pressed you deeper into the couch, making your breath catch, your fingers tighten in his shirt. He pulled back just enough to tug it off over his head, revealing smooth skin and lean muscle. 

Your hands slid up his sides as he looked down at you–flushed, breathing heavily, eyes dark and vulnerable at the same time. 

“I want to see you,” he whispered. 

You nodded, heart hammering as you pulled your own shirt over your head. His gaze flicked down, eyes lingering, pupils dilating. His hands found your waist again, reverent now, his touch featherlight as he leaned in and pressed his lips just above your breast. The lower. Then again.

When he kissed you there, slowly, deeply, and without a word, it felt like a vow. 

Your body writhed under him as he explored every inch of skin with lips, hands, tongue–like you were something precious he didn’t want to rush. He unclasped your bra, eyes never leaving yours as he kissed down your chest, leaving heat in his wake. His mouth was warm, his tongue wicked, drawing soft gasps from your lips as he sucked and teased. 

You felt the tension pooling between your legs–the ache deep and growing–and when he finally slid your pants and underwear down in one slow motion; you trembled beneath him. 

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, kissing your inner thigh, then the other. “You okay?”

“I want you,” you breathed. “Please.”

He groaned at that, low and raw, like he was barely holding back. 

Hyunjin dragged his fingers up your slit, spreading the slick wetness there before slipping one finger in, curling it just right. You gasped, and he watched your face like it was his favorite thing in the world. Then two fingers. Then his mouth. 

:Fuck–” you cried, your hips arching up, hands flying to his hair as his tongue clicked and circled around your clit. He moaned into you like he couldn’t help it, and the vibration sent stars behind your eyes. 

“Hyunjin…”

He looked up, flushed and wrecked between your thighs. “Say my name again.”

“Hyunjin,” you gasped. 

He groaned like he could come from that alone. 

Then he was climbing back up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone–until he was hovering above you again, breath ragged, voice low. 

“Can I…?” he asked, reaching toward the floor for a condom from his pants pocket. 

“Yes,” you whispered, voice hoarse from pleasure. “I want you inside me.” 

His jaw clenched, a low groan leaving his throat as he tore open the packet, rolling it on with shaking hands. He lined himself up and hovered just above you, forehead resting against yours. 

“You sure?” He whispered. 

You answered with your body–lifting your hips and wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him forward. 

When he pushed in, your breath caught. He was thick, slow, stretching you until you were gasping, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He groaned low in your ear, the sound guttural and raw. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, voice shaking as he sank deeper. “So fucking warm…”

He bottomed out with a slow roll of his hips, stilling once he was fully inside. Both of you paused, just breathing, locked together in silence thick with tension and sensation. 

Then he moved–just slightly, just enough–and the drag of him inside you pulled another moan from your lips. 

Hyunjin started with a slow rhythm, his hips gliding against yours, every thrust deep and precise. He was watching your face–lips parted, eyes fluttering–and his name fell from your mouth in breathless gasps. 

“You feel…so good,” you panted. “Fuck, Hyunjin–”

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. “Say it again.” 

“Hyunjin–”

He thrust harder. “Again.”

“Hyun–fuck–Hyunjin…”

He groaned like the sound broke something in him. He pulled your hands above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, pressing your wrists into the couch cushion. His pace picked up–faster now, harder, fucking into you with a steady, relentless rhythm that made your whole body quake beneath him. 

The slap of skin on skin filled the room. His breath was hot against your neck, teeth grazing your jaw, his hips pounding into you as you begged for more. 

“You’re perfect,” he panted, kissing you roughly. “So fucking perfect around me.” 

You felt your orgasm building fast, the heat in your belly curling tight. 

“Hyunjin, I’m gonna…fuck…” 

“Let go,” he whispered. “Come for me, baby. I wanna feel you.”

You shattered, your body convulsing around him as you cried out his name. He cursed and slammed into you a few more times before his own climax overtook him, his body going rigid, then trembling as he spilled into the condom face buried in your neck.

He stayed there–breathing hard, arms still around you, sweat-slick skin against yours. 

The silence afterward was intimate. His heart pounded in time with yours. 

He finally lifted his head, brushing your hair from your face, kissing you softly. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone the way I want you,” he whispered. 

You smiled up at him, still breathless. “I noticed.”

[seungmincider]

Sub!Felix Brain Rot

sub!felix

Rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: hand job, male whimpering (👀)

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Okay, but hear me out. Sub!Felix would absolutely sit on your lap facing you while you jerk him off. His cute little freckled face would be so red and he is definitely whimpering in your ear about how good you’re making him feel. When he’s not in your ear, he’s trying to kiss you and match the speed you set, but he has such a hard time because your hand is dragging so slow on his cock. His mouth would be hanging open as he moans, making it hard for you to kiss anything but his teeth (it’s cute tho).

His deep voice? Yeah, he’s using that even while he’s the one being taken care of. But you already know when he’s close, his voice is getting at least 2 octaves higher as he begs you to let him cum.

NOT TO MENTION! This mf would be so fckin cute after he finishes. He’d look up at you with doe eyes and ask:

“Can I please help you now? 🥺” HEAR THAT? THAT’S ME C R Y I N G.

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a/n: hey wtf my brain is not okay I’ve been thinking about this for WEEKS.

[seungmincider]

~ skz reaction to denying kisses as a prank

방찬 ~ 

Would know something is up immediately

‘Did I do something wrong?’

Keeps his distance in case he did

Asks the group chat for advice

‘What do I do???? They’re ignoring my kisses???’

You would tell him it’s a prank when you realize it actually starts to affect him

리노 ~ 

Gets offended 

Calls you out on your b.s.

Throws a pillow at your back when you aren't looking 

Denies it was him tho

You finally give in when he stops trying to give you kisses

Ducks when you try to give him a kiss

“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess with me”

창빈 ~

Had a bad day 

Tbh you made it worse sorry 

Didn’t take him long to let tears slip

You felt sorry and told him it was a prank

Was relieved but still upset

Spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching feel-good movies 

현진 ~

Drama queen

Pretends to faint from lack of love 

‘Quick! I’m dying you have to give me CPR… on the mouth…’

Would stick his tongue out of his mouth and pretend to die when you refuse 

Throws a pillow at your back when you aren’t looking pt 2

Would pretend to not care but yk he would smile BIG when you finally kiss him and tell him it was a prank 

‘Duh i knew that’

한 ~

Cue the big eyes and puffed-up cheeks

‘Bro what’ 

Bro was used romantically with him

Sits and contemplates his existence 

Asks the group chat pt 2 

Would almost cry when you reveal it was a prank 

‘I almost died of a heart attack wtf’

Drama queen 

필릭스 ~

Big eyes again

Immediately asks what’s wrong 

‘Did i do something wrong?’

“I’ll bake brownies rn maybe that’ll make you feel better’

Gives you the brownies and tries to kiss you again but was denied 

Looks at you like he was ready to fight 

‘Don’t be like that tf’

Rolls his eyes when told it was a prank 

승민 ~

Stares at you like you’re dumb

Shrugs and continues throughout his day 

Ends up ignoring you instead 

Knows you’ll become needy for his attention

Smirks when you apologize 

Laughs when you said it was a prank bc it backfired 

Finally gives you a kiss

‘But it better never happen again’

Ofc you agreed 

아이엔 ~ 

Stares blankly

Wants to ask what’s wrong but is scared of making you more upset

Just stays out of your way in case you’re mad at him

Would rather avoid than confront 

You finally confessed when you were both laying in bed and he didn’t cuddle you 

He felt upset but forgave you quickly 

Cuddled the night away <3