For this Valentine's Month, I think I'd like to doodle something from MXTX's novels... So I'll start with the first couple I read about, and I hope to be able to do the other two very soon eheh 💕
Omg I just read your new taesan fic.....it's soo good to whoever requested it thank you🙏anyways i just thought now that we have taesan it's only necessary you do the rest of bnd members 😏only when you have time and want to ofc!
jaehyun didn't even drop his bag when he saw you sitting on the couch in that black satin bunny bodysuit. he just stood in the doorway, his eyes dark and heavy as they dragged over your bare thighs and the silly velvet ears on your head.
"you think you're cute?" he murmured, dropping his keys onto the counter with a loud clatter. he walked over, grabbing the ears right off your head and tossing them aside before his big hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head back. "you have any idea how bad my day was? and I come home to you looking like a little pet waiting to get used?"
"jaehyun, i—"
"shut up" he growled, ripping the satin fabric down to expose your chest before shoving two fingers deep inside you without a second of warning. you gasped, bucking against his hand, but he just pinned your hips to the cushions. "look at you. already wet for me. wrap your legs around meright now."
he unzipped his pants, heavy and blunt as he slammed into you in one hard motion. the couch groaned under his weight as he pounded into you, his voice low and filthy in your ear. "gonna breed you right here on the couch... make you carry daddy's baby so you stop playing these little games."
when he came, he buried himself to the hilt, holding your thighs open as he filled you completely, muttering praise against your bruised lips while you sobbed beneath him.
sungho
sungho usually had control, but fourteen hours of studio delays had him completely on edge. the second he saw you in that tight bodysuit, his calm expression shattered.
"take that off" he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he marched across the room. but before you could even reach for the zipper, his hands were on you, shoving you back against the sofa armrest. "actually, no. leave it on. i like seeing how tight it squeezes you."
he didn't waste time with soft touches. sungho flipped you right onto your stomach, pulling your hips up into the air. the sight of the little white tail pinned to your back made him let out a sharp, dark laugh.
"such a good little bunny for me" he muttered, unzipping his jeans and sliding into you with a wet, brutal thrust that made you scream into the leather cushions. he grabbed your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to hold you still as he fucked you from behind, his rhythm fast and punishing. "you wanted my attention so bad, baby? you're getting all of it. taking daddy's cock so good... gonna fill you up so full you can't even stand."
he came hard, holding you pinned down as he pumped every drop inside you, his heavy body crushing yours until you were both gasping for air.
riwoo
riwoo was usually the quietest one, but exhaustion made him mean. he froze in the hall, his eyes locking onto your exposed legs, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face.
"you dressed up for me?" he asked softly, walking over with slow, deliberate steps. he reached down, cupping your cheek gently for a second before his fingers suddenly tightened, tilting your head back until you were staring right into his blown-out pupils. "you really thought you could play around when i'm this stressed?"
before you could answer, he yanked you off the couch by your waist, laying you flat on the floor rug. he crushed your hands above your head with one grip, using his other hand to tear the satin gusset aside.
"riwoo—"
"hush" he commanded, shoving himself inside you in one swift, unyielding thrust. a broken cry ripped from your throat, but he just leaned down, biting your shoulder to drown out the noise as his hips started moving in a relentless, deep rhythm. "you're mine tonight. daddy's gonna make sure you remember who you belong to. look at me while i fill you up."
he held you tight through your climax, his own growl echoing in the quiet room as he filled you completely, refusing to let you move even after he finished.
leehan
leehan took one look at you and the tired slump in his shoulders completely vanished. he didn't say a word at first—he just walked over, his eyes pitch black as they tracked the movement of your chest under the satin.
"you're modern art" he whispered, his voice dangerously dark as he reached down, grabbing the velvet ear headband and pulling it off, tossing it behind him. his hand moved straight to your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you still against the sofa back. "look at you. sitting here like a little present for me after the day i've had."
"leehan, please, it was just a joke—"
"it's not a joke" he interrupted, his thumb pressing into your jaw. he undid his belt with one hand, positioning his broad length against your wet heat before slamming straight in. you sobbed at the sudden stretch, but leehan just leaned in, licking the tears from your cheek as he started a heavy, grinding pace. "you're so pretty when you're crying for daddy... taking every inch... gonna breed this little bunny until you're carrying my kids."
he didn't pull out when he finished; he stayed buried deep inside you, his big hands rubbing your stomach as he whispered sweet, possessive promises into your ear.
woonhak
woonhak was taller and broader than people gave him credit for, and when he was stressed, that size became overwhelming. he dropped his bag with a heavy thud, staring at you on the couch in that tight black outfit with wide, hungry eyes.
"what the fuck are you wearing?" he breathed, a dark grin tugging at his lips as he crowded your space, towering over you so completely you couldn't even see the rest of the room. "you're asking for trouble looking like that."
"i wanted to make you laugh—"
"i'm not laughing" he growled, grabbing your thighs and pulling you straight to the edge of the couch. he didn't take off his clothes, just unzipped his pants and shoved your legs wide open. "you wanted to look like a slut for me? then take it like one."
he buried himself inside you with a blunt, desperate thrust, making you gasp and claw at his shirt. woonhak pounded into you with raw, unhinged energy, his dirty talk nonstop in your ear. "fuck, so tight... taking daddy so well... you like getting filled up like this? answer me."
"yes— yes, daddy—" you sobbed out, and that broke him. he slammed into you one last time, cumming deep inside with a low groan, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn't leak a single drop.
