who do i write about? -> nct & riize
what do i write? -> one shots with lots of smut!!!, angst, heavy dark fiction & dead dove fics
therefore, no minors allowed!!
requests? -> i'd love to!! open!! feel free to ask! :3
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┆@ riize﹒♡┈୨୧
I just need to know if you're capable of love
(collection & shared universe of dead dove/dark fics of riize members)
anton
୭ৎ bloddy lilies (anton x reader, dark fiction, 4k words)🫐
eunseok
୭ৎ no one noticed (eunseok x reader, dark fiction, dead dove no not eat!!, 4k words)
sungchan
୭ৎ. brick by boring brick (please excuse our appearance while we're under construction)
┆@ nct﹒♡┈୨୧
jisung
୭ৎ can you handle me? (nerd jisung x reader, smut!!!, strangers to lovers, slowburn, 6k words)🍎
୭ৎ off the record night (bodyguard!jisung x rich girl!reader, smut, slow burn, 3k words)
haechan
୭ৎ baby don't like it (haechan x reader, smut (no plot), 4k words)
୭ৎ lover of mine (haechan x reader, smut + angst!!!, office affair, 10k words)🫐
johnny
୭ৎ i love you just a little too much (please excuse our appearance while we're under construction)
I've been having this reoccurring dream where I'm tied up and blindfolded and I'm getting the shit fucked outta me by johnny... but instead it's actually jaehyun fucking me roughly while johnny watches and does dirty talk so I think it's him.
(Shortening it to save you from my rambling) After fucking the life out of me in every position possible, johnny slowly removes the blindfold while asking "So? Did he fuck you good baby?" And as it sinks in, johnny then it turns into a competition/threesome and they take turns using me.
I also had this same dream but with hyuck and jeno recently and my god I hate how I'm single
keeping this short, but let your imagination run wild💙
warning: dubcon
Johnny’s everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. he’s better than the dream man you wrote out on paper as a child.
he takes care of you, gives you a comfortable life and fulfills your every need. he’s almost flawless, almost.
one problem- you hate his best friend Jaehyun.
“does he have to come?”
Johnny sighs, you’ve been repeating the same question ever since he mentioned that Jaehyun would be joining the two you of you for your weekend getaway.
“he just got dumped, give him a break alright?” your boyfriend looks stressed, chucking a pair of socks inside his overnight bag. “I just don’t understand your problem with him? all he does is praise you and constantly remind me how lucky I am to have you.”
“he just..” you don’t want to tell him the truth, but Jaehyun creeps you out.
you met him before Johnny, always hanging out at the same bar you would peruse during your single days; even then he made your skin crawl. while your friends giggled over his dimples, you would frown, having caught his eyes on you everytime you looked around.
Jaehyun never said much to you, sending drinks your way, he’d raise a glass to ‘cheers’ you from across the room. winking and smirking while taking a sip without once breaking his gaze.
the way he watched you reminded you of a predator studying its prey, counting the hours and days; quietly planning the perfect attack.
once Johnny took up space in your life, nights out with your friends became less and less. they’d make fun of you for getting ‘wife’d up’, but your boyfriend always made Jaehyun a priority, canceling plans with you on different occasions because his friend had a rough day and needed a night out with the boys.
“it’s only a couple of days, Jaehyun loves the lake. we always went there when we were younger.” Johnny pets your arms, pleading with soft eyes. “if you’re good, I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”
Jaehyun must know by now that he makes you feel uneasy. he still watches you with a glint in his eye that sets your spine into a shiver. he presses too close against you, laughs deeply while throwing his face into your shoulder to hide. uses any opportunity to graze your exposed skin, embraces you in hugs for much too long.
Johnny never seems to notice, your boyfriend never once has commented on his friends behavior. it’s hard to not believe you could just be making an issue out of nothing.
even now as you sit between the two of them watching a movie you agreed upon, Jaehyun offers to rub your shoulders because you keep shifting about.
“it’s okay..” you mutter, only moving so much to remove the contact of your bare thighs rubbing against his. Johnny spreads his legs open further making it impossible to get comfortable, stretching lazily like the couch belongs only to him, passing a yawn carelessly; too engulfed by the current movie to notice your discomfort.
“let him do it babe, Jae’s got good hands.”
Jaehyun says something too close to your nape, folding his legs to move closer to you. his palms smooth up your arms stopping at your shoulders with a firm squeeze.
“so tense..” he’s too close, breathing against your nape. digging his bony fingers into your shoulders, the flat planes of his stomach mold against your waist. everything feels firm, hard, setting your nerves off in a frenzy the more he works to relax your muscles.
“see, you two just needed more time to get to know each other better.” Johnny smiles half-lidded, watching his friend loosen up the knots in your neck.
he trusts Jaehyun, unfazed by the other man touching you. they share a knowing look between each other as your eyes fall shut drifting off to sleep, melting beneath Jaehyun’s touch after a long day of activities.
“J-Johnny..” you’re panting, arching up releasing a shocked moan. struggling to detach your wrists tied together above your head. the panic you woke up to settling when your boyfriends familiar husky voice whispers by your ear.
“taking it so good baby, tell me how much you love it.”
“Joh-johnny..wha—“ even with your eyes covered, you know your boyfriend's body too well. the hands on your waist feel thinner, colder, more calloused.
“I said,” Johnny bites your earlobe, clutching a tuft of your hair in a balled up fist. “tell me how much you love this dick.”
“love it!” panting, you arch up higher. wriggling with your wrists bound together to the headboard above you. thighs aching from the unrelenting pace he’s been fucking into you at. “l-love it so much!”
“love it enough to beg for it in your sleep?” Johnny sneers, yanking harder on your hair. he rips off the tie covering your eyes, gripping your chin to look up at the man above you.
“begging for another man to fuck you while sleeping next to me.” his tongue clicks. teary eyed, you try to shake your head ‘no’, unable to get away from Jaehyun’s hands roaming over your body.
“you could’ve just asked baby,” he moans above you, growing sloppier with his thrusts. Jaehyun bends closer, wrapping your thighs around his waist while Johnny keeps your lips pouted for his friend to brutally maul your mouth. stilling against you as he spurts out the first load of cum inside of you to start the night.
the screams you let out go muffled beneath Johnny’s large palm covering the lower half of your face, the two of them telling you to shut up and take it. man handling you around into a new position with Jaehyun’s cum dripping down your thighs.
it doesn’t end there, Jaehyun grips your arms behind your back, pushing you to bounce up and down your boyfriends length. spewing filthy words into your ear about how long he’s waited to fuck you, how long he had to wait for you to finally fuck up and admit how much you want him.
he cups your jaw to make you look at him while Johnny hammers his hips up, jerking your lower half against his as Jaehyun squeezes your cheeks together until you’re crying.
“say it. quit fucking pretending.”
“no! no!” you’re shoved back against him with each of Johnny’s powerful thrusts. tugged into his chest with defined arms wrapped around your waist.
Jaehyun smirks, he knows you won’t admit it, because that’s the point.
you like the chase too much, you like that he can’t win with you.
while Johnny takes care of you and plays the perfect boyfriend role, Jaehyun gives you what you really want, a struggle, a fight. the quiet things you’re too ashamed to even admit in the dark.
that’s why it works, they both know exactly what you need, when you need it, how you need it.
Genres: Smut/Mature, Romance, College AU, Innocence Kink, Domestic/Private Moments
Content Warnings: NSFW/Smut themes, sexual content (explicit discussion and demonstration of condom use), mature language, light dirty talk, power imbalance themes (senior/junior dynamic), mild teasing/student roleplay undertones, reader innocence/naivety kink
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: When Y/N stumbles across a box of condoms in her boyfriend Jeno’s wardrobe, her innocent curiosity leads to questions he never expected to answer. Patient but flustered, Jeno decides to give her a real demonstration—careful, teasing, and just a little wicked—reminding his “little student” exactly who she’s learning from.
The evening light filtered softly through Jeno’s bedroom window, casting warm streaks of gold over the neatly arranged furniture. You were sprawled comfortably on the floor, sifting through the bottom shelf of his wardrobe where he’d told you to grab one of his hoodies. You pulled out a folded stack of shirts, humming absentmindedly, when something unfamiliar caught your eye—a small box, tucked against the side.
Curiosity got the better of you. You picked it up, turning it over in your hands, studying the smooth packaging. The letters on it were bold and clear. Condoms.
Your brows furrowed, innocence and curiosity mixing. “...Jeno?”
He looked up from where he sat at his desk, scrolling through something on his laptop. The second he saw the box in your hand, his entire body stiffened, like he’d just been caught doing something illegal.
“Uh—w-wait—where did you—” He stood up quickly, scratching the back of his neck as he crossed the room toward you. “That’s—uh—that’s not—”
You tilted your head, lips pursed, holding the box up to him. “What are these? They look important. Why do you keep them in your closet?”
The tips of his ears burned red. He gently took the box from your hands, turning it over like he wasn’t sure how to explain. “They’re… condoms.”
You blinked at him, expression soft and utterly clueless. “Okay… what are condoms?”
Jeno froze for a second, staring at you like he wasn’t sure if you were joking. “Wait—you don’t know? Babe…” He groaned, running a hand through his hair, his tone equal parts shocked and amused. “Seriously? You’re twenty-one. And we’ve… you know.” His voice dropped a little lower, like it embarrassed him to say it out loud. “We’ve done it before.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly, remembering those nights tangled up with him in his bed. “I-I know… but you never used these.”
Jeno exhaled sharply, sitting down beside you on the floor, the box resting between his fingers. His jaw flexed like he was searching for the right words. “That’s because I was careful. But these—” he lifted the box slightly, giving you a look somewhere between disbelief and fondness—“are basically the most common thing. They’re for… protection. Like, during sex.”
Your eyes widened slightly, more curious than embarrassed. “Protection? From what? Like, do they… hurt?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, no, they don’t hurt. They’re not like… that.” He sighed, clearly flustered. “It’s just—ugh, this is harder to explain than I thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck, then gave in. “They’re… basically like a cover. A thin layer that goes over a guy’s… you know. His… thing.”
Your mouth parted slightly. “Thing…? Oh!” Your cheeks flushed, finally catching on to what he meant. “Wait, over that?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, averting his eyes, his neck red all the way down. “They’re used so… well, so you don’t get pregnant. And also to… keep things safe.”
You hugged your knees, watching him closely, your innocent curiosity making him squirm. “So… it’s like a… safety jacket?”
That actually made him laugh, albeit nervously. “Yeah, you could say that. A safety jacket. A really, really thin one.” He picked up the box and tapped it against his palm. “You put it on before… doing anything.”
You leaned forward slightly, whispering like it was some secret. “How do you even put it on? Does it just… slip over?”
Jeno’s lips parted, his brain short-circuiting at the image that formed in his mind. He groaned under his breath, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Y/N, you can’t just—ugh, you’re really gonna make me explain the whole thing?”
You nodded innocently, eyes wide. “Please?”
He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek. Then, with an awkward laugh, he gave in. “Okay, fine. You open the wrapper carefully, right? And then you, uh, pinch the tip so there’s space. And then you roll it down… over the length.” His voice dipped lower, almost like he was embarrassed to say it out loud. “It stays snug. And then… when you’re done, you tie it up and throw it away.”
You blinked again, soaking it all in like he was giving you a science lesson. “That sounds… complicated. Do you practice?”
Jeno choked. “Practice?! No—what—Y/N—” His laughter broke through his flustered expression, his shoulders shaking. “No, it’s not like a test you study for, okay? You just… learn how to do it. It’s not that hard.”
“But you keep them here… does that mean you were going to use them?” Your voice was small, curious but not accusing.
His gaze softened, and for a moment, he looked at you with a gentleness that steadied his flustered nerves. “I only bought them because… well, because I care about being responsible. I’d never pressure you into anything. Not until you’re ready. You know that, right?”
You smiled faintly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Mm. I just didn’t know what they were. Now I do.”
He shook his head with a chuckle, sliding the box back into the wardrobe. “I swear, my little girlfriend… you’re gonna be the death of me with these questions.”
But the way his hand lingered against yours, fingers brushing, told you he didn’t really mind explaining—even if it left him flushed and awkward.
You were still curled up on the floor, processing his awkward but thorough explanation, when Jeno slid the box back into the wardrobe. His lips curved into a sly smirk as he leaned closer, his voice dropping just enough to make your cheeks heat.
“You know…” he drawled, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, “if you’re still confused, I could always give you a demonstration.”
Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you hugged your knees tighter. “W-what?!”
He chuckled lowly at your reaction, clearly enjoying the way color bloomed across your cheeks. Tilting his head, he added, “Relax, baby. I’m just teasing.” His fingers brushed over your jaw, tilting your face up toward him, that same playful smirk still tugging at his lips. “Unless…” he let the word linger, deliberately unfinished, before leaning back with a laugh when you swatted at his arm in protest.
“Jeno!” you whined, your pout only making him laugh harder.
“God, you’re too cute when you panic,” he murmured, affection softening his grin. “Don’t worry—I’ll save the demonstrations for when you’re really ready to see one.”
Your cheeks burned, heart thudding wildly, but you still managed to whisper, “...I think I’m ready.”
Jeno froze where he sat, his head snapping toward you, eyes narrowing in surprise. “Ready? You mean…” His voice trailed off, heavy with unspoken meaning.
You nodded shyly, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie in your lap. “I want you to show me. For real.”
He stared at you for a long moment, his chest rising and falling a little faster, as if he were making sure you weren’t just saying it out of curiosity. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing a thumb along your jaw. “Y/N… you’re telling me you want me to demonstrate? Not just explain?”
Your breath hitched at the weight of his gaze, but you nodded again, firmer this time. “I’m sure, Jeno.”
Something shifted in his expression—still protective, but darker now, heavier with intent. He lingered a second longer, then sighed through his nose with a small, crooked smirk. “Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He stood, the soft stretch of his shirt rising as he reached into the wardrobe again and pulled out one silver packet from the box. He held it between two fingers as he turned back to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Watch carefully, baby.”
Your eyes followed every move, your body buzzing with nerves and anticipation.
Jeno hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged them down. The outline of his length strained against the dark cotton of his boxers, the fabric already showing a faint damp spot at the tip. He caught your stare immediately, smirking as heat spread down your neck.
“Don’t look so surprised,” he teased, voice low and rough. “You’ve seen it before. You’ve had it inside you before. And you’re still blushing?”
Your throat tightened, but you whispered honestly, “It’s different like this.”
He chuckled softly, then asked, his tone firm, “One last time, Y/N. You really want me to do this? To show you?”
Your lips parted, and though your chest fluttered with nerves, you nodded without hesitation. “Yes. I want to see.”
That was enough for him. With one slow tug, he pulled his boxers down, freeing himself. Your mouth went dry instantly, your thighs pressing together instinctively as your gaze fell on him—big, thick, and already heavy with arousal. Your lips parted before you could stop yourself, a small trail of saliva threatening to gather as you quickly swallowed hard, your cheeks blazing.
Jeno caught it all, his smirk deepening. “God… you’re so innocent it kills me. Look at you—just staring at my cock like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
You flushed even deeper, but your eyes didn’t leave him.
“Alright. Lesson one.” He tore the silver packet open with a practiced flick of his thumb, pulling out the thin rolled latex. He held it between his fingers and tilted it so you could see. “This little thing? It’s what keeps you from getting knocked up when I’m inside you. Feels almost like nothing, but it does the job.”
You bit your lip, nodding as if you were actually in class.
“Step one—” he pinched the tip lightly, just as he’d explained earlier. “You pinch here. Gotta leave space at the top. If you don’t, it can break. And that defeats the whole point.”
Your thighs pressed tighter together, heat pooling low in your stomach as you watched him cover himself completely. He gave himself a small squeeze once it was on, exhaling softly, his eyes flickering back to your flushed face.
You gulped, eyes wide, your breath caught as he pressed the base of his cock with his free hand, steadying himself.
“Step two—you roll it down. Like this.” His voice dropped lower as he placed the pinched tip of the condom at the head of his erection. With his other hand, he began to unroll it, the latex ring traveling down his length as he rolled it to the base. The material stretched, hugging him tightly as it unfurled, his movements deliberate and slow, making sure you saw every inch. “See how snug it is? No slipping. No mess.”
“And that’s it,” he murmured, his voice husky, a teasing edge curling into his tone. “That’s how you keep your innocent little girlfriend safe while fucking her nice and deep.”
Your breath caught, eyes snapping up to his. “Jeno—”
He smirked, adjusting himself casually as if he hadn’t just made your pulse race. “Light dirty talk, baby. Part of the demonstration.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against your temple, his breath hot against your ear. “So… what do you think? Did my little student learn something today?” Jeno asked, his smirk tugging wider as he adjusted himself lazily, the condom rolled snugly down his thick length.
You swallowed, your eyes wide and your voice small but steady. “Yes.”
The single word made something flicker in his eyes — heat, amusement, a dangerous kind of softness. He leaned down, brushing a quick kiss against your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. “Good girl.”
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hiiii! i have an idea for a request! what about something with sweet and kind, rich girl y/n, and jisung, her new bodyguard? and y/n has a big crush on him, and ends up hooking up with him? but jisung mistakenly thought that she only wanted to have sex with him, and then y/n tells him that she really likes him! thank you so much! i hope this request is okay
haiii, after weeks! i was able to finish writing your request!
here it is! -> https://www.tumblr.com/space1kitty/820099182332362753/off-the-record-night?source=share
i hope you like it! thanks for being my first anon!!! i appreciate it <3
(request) anon said: hiiii! i have an idea for a request! what about something with sweet and kind, rich girl y/n, and jisung, her new bodyguard? and y/n has a big crush on him, and ends up hooking up with him? but jisung mistakenly thought that she only wanted to have sex with him, and then y/n tells him that she really likes him! thank you so much! i hope this request is okay
bodyguard!jisung x rich girl!reader, smut, slow burn!! (i tried plek)
words-> 3k
content-> smut! (pretty vanilla), missionary, vaginal penetration, nothing too crazy, probably a lot of language mistakes, i'm really sorry i haven't been to school and i'm getting stupider with each passing day.
cami's notes at the end :3
The first time you saw him, you thought he was a statue carved from marble and shadow. He stood at the edge of your father’s study, a silent sentinel in a perfectly tailored black suit that enhanced his frame, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable.
Your new personal security detail, assigned after a series of vague, unsettling threats your father’s board deemed “necessary to address.”
"Park Jisung, at your service, miss y/n. It's a pleasure." He'd said while shaking your hand with cold efficiency and empty eyes, the moment your father introduced him to you as your new shadow and you sighed loudly.
Another bodyguard. Another shadow to remind you of the gilded cage your family’s fortune had built.
However, Jisung was different from the others.
They had been older, gruff, or overly indifferent. Jisung was young, his silence not servile but intense.
For three weeks, he’d been a silent monument. He was all sharp lines, icy elegance and his responses varied from a list of “Yes, Miss” and “No, Miss,” delivered in a low, steady baritone that gave nothing away.
He was a wall aimed to protect you from everything and anything, and you were the spoiled heiress on the other side, your world of art gallery openings and charity dinners seeming frivolous against his stoic professionalism.
Nevertheless, you were a chronic observer of people.
It was your habit, born from a life spent watching social interactions from behind a veil of wealth and expectation.
And so, you watched Jisung, and you saw it in his eyes.
You saw the way his stern facade cracked in tiny, almost invisible increments.
The slight, unconscious softening of his jaw when a puppy stumbled across your path and wanted you to play with him during a walk in the park, before being picked up by his owner.
The way his eyes, so guarded, would briefly flicker with something like wry amusement when you made a terribly dry joke to your friend over the phone, thinking he wasn’t listening.
His eyes, usually guarded and dark, held a glimmer of pure, unadulterated kindness. It was a flash of light in a deep well, a pure, gentle glow behind the professional gloom, and you found yourself leaning toward it like a sunflower desperate for dawn.
The crush started as a silly, secret warmth in your chest.
It grew with every small observation: the way he subtly adjusted his pace to match yours, never rushing you; the almost invisible smile that touched his lips when you successfully defused a tense donor meeting with your charm, the single time he’d called you by your actual name when you’d tripped on the stairs of a mall and his hand shot out to steady you, the contact electric and brief. It was in the single cup of tea he’d once placed beside your study notes at 2 AM, the exact way you liked it, without you ever having told him.
You began to manufacture reasons to be near him, asking questions about his past that were vaguely answered, offering him coffee that he politely but awkwardly refused, yapping about your day just to hear him give a low hum of acknowledgement.
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The night it happened started with a charity gala that felt more like a prison sentence.
The whispers, the fake smiles, the weight of your diamond necklace feeling like a chain and the zipper digging into your ribs was enough to push you over the edge.
You plead your father with teary eyes to allow you to leave early, to which he only obliges as Jisung's the one who would take you home and watch over you the rest of the night.
Inside the car, a comfortable silence had settled between you and your bodyguard, a silence you’d come to cherish, but tonight it felt heavy.
The city lights blurred past your window, a smear of color against the dark canvas of the night. A lump formed in your throat, unbidden and unwelcome. The stress of the week, the gala, the whispers, the constant pressure, everything caught up to you, all at once.
Without warning, a tear escaped, tracing a hot path down your cheek.
Then another.
You quickly turned your head, staring out the window, hoping the darkness would hide your moment of weakness. You didn’t want him to see. You were supposed to be the boss's daughter, composed and untouchable, not some weepy mess.
But he saw.
The car glided to a stop at a red light.
Through your tear-blurred vision, you saw him shift in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes, usually a shield of professional indifference, were now fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He wasn't just looking…he was seeing.
“Do you ever get tired of it, Jisung?” you asked, wiping your cheeks, your voice quieter than intended. “Of just… watching?”
He was silent for so long you thought he wouldn’t answer. “It’s my job to watch, Miss,” he finally said, his voice low. “But I don’t always get tired of what I see.”
The air in the car changed. It became charged, thick with everything unsaid.
When you arrived at your excessively big house, he did his usual sweep.
“Everything’s secure, Miss,” he announced, appearing at the entrance of your bedroom door.
You turned, your heels feeling impossibly high. "Thank you, Jisung."
"You're welcome, miss." In a gesture to leave, you take him by the wrist, gripping lightly. His usually cold eyes that stare at you from above, spark with confusion as he turns to look at you.
The silence stretched, taut and humming. You took a hesitant step toward him, then another. His eyes tracked your every move, the muscle in his jaw working, he stood perfectly still.
"I feel safe when you're here," you whispered, the admission feeling both terrifying and freeing.
His composure, for the first time, faltered. He looked away for a fraction of a second, a brief but telling break in his armor. When he met your gaze again, something raw and vulnerable shimmered in their depths.
"I shouldn't want to make you feel anything else, miss" he breathed, the words a confession and a warning all at once. He took a half-step back, creating space, a clear line in the sand. "It's not appropriate." Willing to leave again, your slim fingers grip his wrist harder.
“Please, stay,” you whispered. It wasn’t a command from an employer. It was a plea from a woman.
He froze, his back to you. You saw the muscles in his shoulders tense. “Miss, I shouldn’t…”
“Please. Just… not tonight. Don’t leave me alone with all this silence.” You stepped closer, your hand trembling as you reached out, your fingers now brushing the leather of his suit jacket.
He turned back around slowly, his face a war of conflict. The professional mask was gone, replaced by something pained, something yearning. “You don’t know what you’re asking for...”
“Yes, I do,” you breathed, emboldened by the raw emotion in his eyes. “I’m asking you to stop being my bodyguard for five minutes.”
For a long, agonizing moment, he just looked at you. Then, with a shuddering breath that seemed to take all of his strength, he raised a hand. His fingers, slightly calloused, gently, hesitantly, cupped your cheek and you leaned into it. The pad of his thumb brushed away a stray tear you hadn't realized had fallen.
“Just for five minutes,” he whispered, leaning in until your breaths mingled. He closed the remaining distance, and then his lips were on yours.
The kiss wasn't what you expected. It wasn't hesitant, it was desperate and deep, a release of weeks of pent-up tension, a silent acknowledgment of every glance and every unspoken word.
His other hand found the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, the expensive fabric of your dress and the rough wool of his suit a strange but perfect contrast.
He tasted of mint and the moment your tongues met, a soft whimper escaped your lips, a sound he swallowed with a hungry groan.
He backed you up until your legs hit the edge of your vanity, lifting your figure to sit; the marble cool against your bare skin, none of you caring of the few perfumes and beauty products that fell right into the carpet with a soft thud.
His hands roamed, tracing the curve of your spine, the line of your jaw, as if he were trying to memorize you through touch alone.
He wasn’t a statue anymore; he was a man, warm and solid and real, and he was here, in your room, kissing you as if his life depended on it.
"Take this off...all of it, please Jisung..." You pleaded against his lips and he obliged, his hands found the zipper of your gown, his knuckles grazing the skin of your back.
Hooking your fingers into the knot of his tie, pulling it loose with a single, decisive tug. The silk slithered through your fingers as you tossed it aside.
With a shaky breath, he slowly pulled the zipper down. The dress pooled at your hips, leaving your upper half bare and under the dim glow of the city lights that filter through your window.
He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over you, raw and unfiltered. The look in his eyes wasn't just desire, it was reverence, as if he were looking at something priceless and breakable.
Then he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper. His hands splayed across your ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. Your own hands were busy, working the buttons of his shirt, your fingers fumbling in haste.
When his shirt was open, you pushed it off his shoulders, your palms flattening against the hard planes of his chest. He was warm, so warm, and you could feel the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.
He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bed, gently laying you down against the silk sheets. He settled over you, his weight a welcome anchor, and you arched into him, craving more.
His lips left yours, trailing a path of fire down your neck, across your collarbone. He paused, looking up at you, his face shadowed but his eyes burning.
“y/n,” he breathed, your name a prayer on his lips. It was the second time he’d said it, and this time, it sounded like forever.
Your hand found the one resting against your ribs, your fingers intertwining with his. That was all the encouragement he needed to take one of your breasts into his mouth.
Tongue drawing circles on your nipple, wet and hot from his shaky breaths that tickled your skin.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, pushing yourself further into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.
He lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them, his hands exploring the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist. He was memorizing you, committing every inch of your body to memory, as if he knew this was a fleeting moment, a stolen dream that would shatter with the morning light.
“Jisung…” you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him to you. “Please…”
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with a need that mirrored your own. “Please what, y/n?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” you breathed, the words a raw confession. “All of you.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if her words were both a gift and a curse. When he opened them again, the last remnants of his control had vanished.
He stripped the damp panties off your body, the fabric whispering against the skin of your legs as he slid them down. Long fingers slowly tickling your wet folds, earning a high pitched moan.
"You ready, miss y/n?" He teased as his own hands ripped his own clothes swiftly, stroking his length one, two, three times.
Your head reaching to take a good look at him, completely hard, so much it looked like it hurt a little. A few veins decorate his length, from his shaft to his flushed red tip, leaking just for you. He was beautiful, your mouth watering just by the sight of it.
"Just...put it inside, Jisung, please..." your legs open wide for him, heels pulling him closer by his lower back.
"Are you sure?" He asked, a final, desperate attempt at self-control. The tip of him nudged against your entrance, then went back and forth to get it nice and wet.
With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he entered you, slow and deliberate. Your heels pushing his hips to get him all the way inside.
The world narrowed to the feeling of him inside you, a perfect, aching fullness that stole your breath. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, forehead resting against yours, and his breath mingling with yours.
“You feel…” he started, but the words seemed to fail him. He just shook his head, a look of pure wonder on his face.
You answered him by rolling your hips, a silent invitation. Your soft hands on his full cheeks give him no choice but to kiss you.
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built a fire in your blood. His hands gripped your hips, holding you to him as he thrust deeper, harder. The sight of his abs tightening with every thrust along with the tingles on your belly every time his tip kissed a spongy spot inside you, turning you into a babbling mess.
The sounds of skin against skin, soft pants, and your shared moans filled the room, a raw, primal symphony that eclipsed the city lights outside your window.
He shifted his angle slightly, hips rubbing back and forth and purposely angling, you cried out, pleasure spiking through you. He did it again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into each side of his neck, holding on as the pressure built, a wave rising, threatening to pull you under.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, dark and intense, filled with a desperate, consuming need. “I want to see you when you fall apart.”
His words were your undoing.
The wave crashed over you, a blinding, shattering release that left you trembling and breathless. A string of curses mixed with his name fell from your lips as your body convulsed around him.
He followed you over the edge with a hoarse cry, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he found his own release, pulsing inside you.
"Kiss me Jisung, please..." Your hands pulling him into a messy kiss, lips wrapping his tongue into your mouth. Sloppy and desperate, the need to melt into only one soul bigger than your sanity. He answered by kissing you with raw hunger.
Your hands roam on his hair, the damp strands a tangible proof of the intensity you had just shared.
Everything felt numb, your mind dizzy by the surprising softness of his plump lips, the hard planes of his body that held you as if you might break.
You fell asleep wrapped in his arms, in the scent of him and the shared feeling charged with loving intimacy that you’d never thought could ever happen.
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The morning light felt cruel. You woke to find him already dressed, back in his suit, standing by the window. The distance he had put between you was a physical chill.
“Jisung?...” you murmured, sitting up, the sheets pooling around you.
He didn’t look at you. His profile was the statue again, hard and impenetrable. “The car will be ready in thirty minutes for your brunch, Miss.” he stated, his voice flat, professional.
Your heart sank. “Last night…”
“Was a mistake,” he finished, finally turning. His eyes were shuttered, the light you adored completely snuffed out. “It won’t happen again. I apologize for my… lapse in judgment.”
A lapse in judgment.
The words were daggers. He thought it was just a transaction, a rich girl’s bored experiment.
Tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You got out of bed, pulling the sheet around you, facing him not as your employee, but as the woman who had given him everything. “You think that’s what this was?” you asked, your voice surprisingly steady.
“It…it’s what it usually is.” he stammered, his tone implying a world-weary knowledge you hated.
Anger, hot and fierce, mixed with the crushing ache of rejection.
You walked right up to him, hand on his cheeks that forced the cutest pout, forcing him to look down at you. “You see everything, Jisung. You notice the brand of my tea, the way I tap my pen when I’m anxious, the specific streetlight that flickers outside my old dorm window. But you are so, so blind.”
His jaw tightened, a flicker of confusion breaking through his stoicism.
“I didn’t hook up with you because I was bored or because you’re here…” you said, each word deliberate, fueled by a year of silent adoration. “I did it because when I look at you, I don’t just see my bodyguard. I see the man who smiles at puppies, I see the man who remembers I hate the sound of violins. I see you! You, Jisung!, and I have fallen, completely and utterly. I like you, Jisung. I really like you. Not for a night. For every night after.”
The silence that followed was deafening. The professional mask crumbled, piece by piece, revealing sheer, unadulterated shock. He stared at you as if seeing you for the very first time, his breath caught in his chest.
The pure, gentle light you adored flooded back into his eyes, brighter and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen it. He’d built walls to protect himself from a world that saw him as a tool, but in your confession, he found a key he never knew existed.
Slowly, as if moving through a dream, he raised a hand, his fingers brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had escaped. His touch was infinitely tender.
“A lapse in judgment,” he repeated, his voice now a rough, awed whisper. “But not mine. Mine was in thinking… I could never be worthy of that light in your eyes.”
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haiiii, it's my first request!! i was soooo excited to finally post it!! i really hope you like it and that it's good enough D: !!
let me know if there are maaaaany mistakes, or the ones that stand out to y'all, i'm open to feedback bc i really want to get better at writing :,3 but do nawt make fun of me i'm sensitive ok
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shybf!anton covering his face while you give him a slow handjob ໒꒱ིྀ. your small hand gliding over his big cock is enough to bring anton to the edge, just from the visual alone. he would feel so embarrassed about the faces and sounds escaping him that he’d attempt to hide them. "toniii," you softly tug at his arm that’s shielding his face. "let me see your faceee," you plead, but he persists, continuing to emit soft gasps and whines. "mm-mm," anton murmurs, shaking his head.
warning 18+ mdni nsfw anal sex, double penetration. choking, gagging, porn w/o plot, power inbalance, squirting, spanking, no use of y/n, light degradation, desecration
wc 900+
a/n anyone fw double penetration...?
you met chenle, when you were rushing to your second part-time job,fate seemed to have other plans. you crashed directly into a fancy black bentley parked by the curb, the impact wasn't huge. the dent, however, was definitely noticeable.
when the owner of the car appeared zhong chenle, you apologized, said you'd pay for this, with what money..? well chenle was intrigued. he stared at you as if he was scanning you completely raw. it almost feel like you were naked in front of him, he seemed amused, a faint smirk tugged on his lips, instead of looking angry, he looked suspiciously intrigued. he pulled out his phone, "give me your number," your eyes widened.
"my number?"
"so i can contact you later," he replied simply. "about the damages."
when chenle finally contacted you, you expected a repair bill or possibly a lawsuit, but not you sitting in front of him in a private dining room, and covered in luxurious silk dress you'd been given to wear by him.
this started as chenle using the dented bentley as leverage to force you out on dates with him. twice, or maybe thrice a week.
chenle spent money on you as if it meant absolutely nothing to him, he'd take you to the most expensive restaurants in the city, your closet slowly filled with luxury clothes, high-end makeup, gold jewellery boxes arrived at your doorstep.
chenle thought, it was natural, if something caught your eye, he'd buy it. if you mentioned wanting something once, it would somehow end up in your hands a few days later.
it was the fact that no matter how much money chenle spent, he still looked at you like you were worth far more.
chenle would, on a completely random tuesday afternoon, tell you to close your eyes before you could question him, he'd carefully fasten a diamond-studded necklace around your neck, he would gift you jewellery the same way most people gave flowers.
chenle would ask you to point at any building you liked, knowing there was almost no chance he wouldn’t buy it for you.
chenle could give you every luxury in the world, but what he truly wanted was the luxury of having you, feeling you, raw, unfiltered and bare.
chenle would clear out the entire VIP swimming area with a single call, just to fuck you in various places. he starts by bending you over the edge of the pool, his cock pushes into your warm walls first, stretching you open while his palm cracks across your arm, the sting shoots through you, making your walls clamp down.
he would groan at your tightness, spanking you again, harder. watching the red bloom across your skin.
chenle, then would pull out, and presses the thick head against your ass. he works himself inch by inch, the burn mixing with a deep, lewd pleasure you've never felt before.
chenle would flip you onto one of the lounge chairs next, spreading your thighs wide. this angle lets him grind deep into your ass, while his thumb circles your clit. you feel him everywhere, the stretch new and overwhelming. he leans down and, spits on your pussy before sliding to two digits inside, fucking both holes at once until you're sobbing from the intensity.
chenle, then lies his back on the wide daybed. his expensive pants shimmed down to his thighs, he tells you to climb on him. you sink dowm onto his thick length, taking him inch by inch, the diamond necklace swings between your bare breasts with every bounce. he watches your body move. the way your thighs tremble, the way your pussy drips onto the dark fabric of his pants.
chenle would grab your hips when you start to lose your rhythm and slams you harder. his free hand comes up and shoves two fingers into your mouth, you slightly taste yourself from the previous intrusion of your walls. he pushes his digits past your tongue, until you gag around them. tears spill instantly, your expensive mascara running in black streaks down your cheeks. he keeps his fingers there, making you gag and drool while you ride him, the wet sounds mixing with the slap of skin.
you come hard, squirting all over his pants. the liquid soaks through expensive material and he grins almost evilly. he flips you onto your stomach on the daybed, yanking your hips up. and drives back to your ass without mercy, "look how messy you are, doll." each thrust is a punishment and reward at once. his hand lands on your ass again and again, until your skin is hot and tender.
chenle pulls out, only to shove his cock into your mouth, making you taste yourself and him together. you gag around his length, tears flowing freely now. he jolts your head and fucks your throat until spit runs down your chin and drips onto the diamond necklace.
chenle would make you beautiful and doll you up just so he could be the one to ruin you exquiesitely and lavishly. the contrast of his tenderness and brutality keeps you floating. he kisses the tears from your cheeks even as he spanks you repeatedly, whispering how perfect you look ruined for him.
the expensive lingerine chenle bought for you was a pointless extravagence, it lies forgotten on the marble, straps torn, the real luxury being the way your body takes everything he inflicts. he knows you're just as fucked up as he is.
warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, descriptions of violence
word count: ~1k
summary: One wrong move from a stranger is all it takes to snap Jaemin’s restraint. A night out takes a dark turn, leaving his wife to pick up the pieces of a fight that never should have happened.
Jaemin wasn’t sure which hurt worse, the pulse of pain through his ribs or the deafening silence you had maintained since leaving the station. He caught his reflection in the mirror, taking in his disheveled hair and his black dress shirt missing a button at the collar. His face was marked with bruises and cuts. This was not how either of you imagined tonight would go.
Haechan had practically begged the two of you to come to the club with him for his birthday. That’s how you ended up sitting at the bar under the neon lights, nursing a soda while you watched your friends dance. Jaemin had gotten up to use the restroom, and you were already wishing he hadn’t left when a man smelling of cheap cologne approached you.
“Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I buy you a drink?” he leaned in with an expensive grin.
You recoiled instinctively, raising your left hand so the light caught the diamond ring on your finger. “No, thank you. I’m married.”
You turned to scan the room for Jeno or Haechan, but the stranger stepped into your path, his hand sliding onto your waist.
“I don’t see him anywhere,” he smirked, digging his fingers into the silk of your dress.
“Turn around and you will,” Jaemin’s voice cut through the noise like a blade. He wrenched the man’s hand off of you and pulled you firmly behind his shoulder.
The man let out a jagged, ugly laugh. “Relax, man. I was just looking for someone to have fun with.”
“Then look elsewhere because she’s mine,” Jaemin glowered.
The guy held up his hands in a fake shrug. “Fine, whatever,” he scoffed, “Doubt she’s worth the trouble in bed, anyway.”
That comment snapped the last thread of Jaemin’s restraint. Before the man could brush past to leave, Jaemin’s knuckles met his jaw with a sickening crack.
“Jaemin!” you gasped in horror.
What followed was a chaotic mess of more punching, shoving, and swearing until they were pulled apart by security guards.
The next thing you knew, an hour had bled away at the police station while you sat under the buzzing fluorescent lights giving statements. Thankfully, Jaemin was let off with only a warning, but you were still fuming the whole drive home.
Your heels hit the floor with an aggressive thud, echoing through the hallway while he silently toed off his own shoes. He trailed after you into the kitchen, his eyes following your sharp movements as you grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and pulled the first aid kit from a cabinet.
“Sit,” you ordered, pointing toward the counter stool.
Jaemin obeyed without a word, suppressing wince as he climbed onto the seat. You placed the ice pack firmly against his bruised knuckles, the only sound in the room being the sharp click of the first aid kit snapping open. The heavy silence stretched on as you soaked a cotton swab in antiseptic.
His eyes followed your steady hands while you treated his wounds. Even with your brows knitted together and your lips pressed into a thin line, he thought you looked breathtaking. He found it endearing how gentle your touch was, despite the residual fury in your eyes.
“You know,” Jaemin teased softly, trying to catch your eye, “you look really hot when you’re mad at me.”
You shot him a flat, unamused glare and pressed the antiseptic cotton harder against his cheek.
“Ow! Okay, okay— I’m sorry!” he hissed, flinching away from your hand.
“You’re lucky you’re not in jail right now,” you finally spoke, the anger finally draining out of you. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? I was so scared when he swung back at you.”
Jaemin’s playful expression faded. “I’m sorry, baby. I just… I couldn’t listen to him talk to you like that. It’s bad enough that he put his hands on you.”
Sighing, you reached for a bandage. “I know you were protecting me, and I appreciate it,” you said, pressing the band-aid to his cheek gently this time. “But still, fighting is bad. There are other ways to get your point across without violence.”
He reached with his uninjured hand, catching yours to draw you closer. “You’re right,” he murmured, a flicker of mischief returning to his eyes. “Next time I’ll try to use my words. Or I’ll just make out with you the second another guy tries to make a move.”
You rolled your eyes at his absurdity, taking some gauze out of the kit to dab at the blood on his bottom lip. Your face was inches away from his, close enough that your warm breath fanned across his skin, making his heart beat faster.
“There,” you whispered, setting the gauze aside. “All done.”
Before you could step away, he hooked a hand around your waist and pulled you into the space between his legs. “It still hurts. Kiss me better?”
“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.
But you leaned in anyway and pressed a soft, chaste peck to the corner of his mouth. You started to pull away, but Jaemin wasn’t finished. The ice pack fell away as his hand threaded through your hair to tilt your head back. He brought your lips back to his with a searing intensity that made your knees weak.
The lingering tension of the night vanished, replaced with a strong passion that lit fireworks. Jaemin’s tongue swiped across your lower lip, seeking entrance, and when you moaned into his mouth, he deepened the kiss. His hand slid down your waist, pulling you closer so that no space was left between you. The metallic taste from his lips mixed with the sweetness of your lip gloss. Your hands migrated from his shoulders to his hair, fingers tugging the dark strands as you kissed back fiercely.
When you finally parted for air, Jaemin’s gaze was heavy with affection. “I love you,” he breathed, voice dropping to a sincere whisper.
You smiled, brushing your thumb over the curve of his cheek. “I love you too, Jaem. Promise me no more fights?”
“I promise,” he vowed, catching your hand and bringing your knuckles to his lips.
You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the quiet comfort settle around you. The bruises would fade, but the promise of his love felt permanent.
ik ur taking a break from writing but if u ever get back into it would u consider writing: heavy noncon with anton where he sees you crying and telling him to stop but he keeps going and keeps telling you he loves you and he’s so sorry
HELLLL YESSSSSS !!!!! *imagine the gif from that dog pressing the buzzers*
fuck... anon i hope you know i'm coming back just for you... i'm going to kiss you in the mouth...... also sorry if it's not as clean as usual, i'm still mentally foggy so this is messy and without the usual effort I put for it to be gramatically great. NOT PROOFREAD.
TW: heavy non-con/rape, stablished relationship, size difference, hair pulling, choking, biting. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
you and anton had started as usual. the same care and slow pace as always cause he was so much bigger than you. but you could tell by the way he was being a little bit more pushy and impatient that things weren't really going as 'soft & carefully' as he promised.
you were on your knees, bare chest pressed against the mattress, hands gripping the sheets while your hips kept on hitching away from his when he pushed too far. "tonie.." you whined again as he tried to push too far too quick.
"shh, okay.. sorry, darling. I just want you so bad" he murmured as he pulled a bit back. his free hand that wasn't on your waist going to your heat. smearing your juices and caressing your clit to make you relax more around him as he started pushing in again.
he was being slow, but every time you kept on pulling back or tell him to slow down was just bringing him closer to lose his patience.
"just take it for me, hm?"
"tonie it hurts.. you're too big. i can feel you bruising my cervix, please" you said whiny raising up a bit and he just lifted his hands up in surrender.
"okay, got it, I got it" he muttered then, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blades as you went back down, chest pressed against the mattress, back arched beautifully for him.
but you felt him shift then. his hand on your hip turned from a soft hold into a harsh grip to keep you in place and his other hand wrapped around your throat holding you there. "we'll be quick" he promised against your ear pushing completely into you making you let out a loud gasp
"anton, stop. no" you said desperate trying to pull back, but his grip just turned more harsh as he started moving his hips and letting out a grunt against your ear. starting to kiss your earlobe and side of your neck cooing you.
"shh, i'll be quick... i promise darling" he said in a whisper, his voice dark. a complete 180 from the sweet boyfriend that had just apologized and tried to slow down for you.
"tonie, it hurts" you exclaimed then. trying to squirm away, tears starting to blur your vision. you could feel the way he was hitting your cervix with every single thrust, feel every single vein. the way he filled every single corner of you, and the way his balls slapped against your clit with every thrust.
"i know.. i'm sorry pretty" he mumbled "just take it for me" his hand on your throat starting to cut off your breath. tears spilling down your cheeks as you heard the obscene sounds with every thrust. sobs escaping your mouth with every movement.
his hand moved from your throat to the back of your head. pushing your head down, burying your face into the mattress as he followed you down. the blankets doing little to quiet down your sobs.
"i'm sorry... i'm so sorry" he kept on saying against your ear in between groans and moans. his lips going from your neck to your shoulders, kissing you and biting your harshly. the hand holding your waist so you don't move away leaving bruises as his thrusts start becoming erratic while he hovered over you.
"you're taking it so well, baby... fuck... i'm sorry.. you're so good... so fucking tight for me" his hand fisting your hair pushing you further into the blankets not caring that you can barely breathe.
"gonna fill you up... so well... you're gonna be dripping for days with my cum baby... look at you... you're clenching me like you don't waant me to fucking leave" his voice is deep, raspy. he's almost just mumbling to himself at that point, about to lose it.
"fuck.. i'm sorry.. i'm sorry darling" he starts muttering again as he lets himself fall on top of you again, caging you under him as you can feel him twitch and fill you up "i'm sorry..." he whispers pecking your neck, his thrusts slowing down as he makes sure to be deeply buried inside of you while he fills you up. finally letting your hair go.
