midnight desires, feat. skz maknae line! (read hyung line)
tw : sub maknae line (separate) x dom amab reader (& twt porn links fitting each scenario). reader is a jerk/a lil mean. semi-public setting (studio; jisung), grinding/frottage (jisung), exhibitionism/voyeurism, recording during sex/sex tape (jisung), pet names/name calling ('baby, bitch, slut, toy'; jisung, 'baby, toy, good little thing/good boy'; felix, 'pretty boy, tiny little thing'; seungmin, 'baby'; jeongin), dumbification, unprotected sex, use of lube, praise & degradation, minor overstim, mirror sex (felix), size/length kink (felix & seungmin), strength/muscle kink (felix & seungmin), minor size difference, subspace (felix), minor feminization (use of 'pussy'; felix), minor breathplay (felix), belly bulge (felix & jeongin), d/s dynamics, could be seen as brat taming (seungmin), vanilla → rough (jeongin). minors, ageless, & fem blogs dni 🪽 !!
HAN & reverse cowgirl. (i thank my man for inspiring this).
“Don’t turn it off.”
Your voice was quiet but firm—low enough to buzz against Jisung’s spine and make him shiver.
“Hyung,” he whined, shifting on your lap with a breathy gasp as your cock pressed harder between his ass cheeks, thick and hot and so close. “The mic’s still—still on... what if—”
“Then maybe you’ll learn to stop teasing me while I’m mixing,” you muttered, biting down on the crook of his shoulder. “Now grind, baby.”
Jisung’s hands trembled as they gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white under the dim studio lights. The room smelled like sweat, tension, and barely restrained arousal—his shorts discarded across the floor, shirt halfway off, and his twitchy thighs spread open over your lap as you guided his hips with firm hands.
“Can’t even sit down properly,” you taunted, dragging your cock along his twitching rim, teasing it open but never breaching. “Too tight for me to just slide in, huh?”
He whined, long and low, his breath catching in the mic.
“Hyung—please—I can’t take it,” he gasped, dropping his head back against your shoulder, the slope of his throat trembling as he swallowed. “I need it, I need it so bad—”
“Oh, now you need it?” You rolled your hips just enough to make him cry out again, the pressure of your cock splitting his cheeks and pressing right against his rim. “You were fine mouthing off earlier. Now look at you. Can’t even sit down without whining like a little bitch.”
Jisung whimpered, grinding harder—slippery precum from his cock already staining the soft material of his shirt as it bunched beneath him. You didn’t stop him. You let him rut against you like a needy animal, barely holding back from sinking down on your cock, forced to ride the tease until he couldn’t take it anymore.
The mic blinked faintly in the corner—still recording—picking up the lewd squelch of spit and lube smeared between his cheeks, the faint slap of skin-on-skin, and every breathy, broken moan spilling from Jisung’s lips.
“Say it,” you growled in his ear. “Say what you are.”
“I’m—ah—I’m your slut,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as you finally let your tip breach him, just barely. “I’m your little ride toy, hyung—please, please let me sit on it—!”
You smirked, thrusting your hips up sharply—just once—and that was all it took. Jisung screamed, high and raw and wet as your cock finally split him open, burying halfway inside before you held him there with one hand gripping his waist tight enough to bruise.
“You’re loud,” you hissed, voice thick with lust. “The whole street probably heard that. Gonna give them a whole show?”
He was too far gone to answer. His mouth hung open, eyes glassy, face burning red as you started bouncing him on your lap—your thick cock dragging inside him, punching gasps out of his lungs that bounced off the studio walls and fed back into the mic.
“Gonna ruin your precious audio, baby,” you chuckled, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “Hope you saved a clean version before I made you stupid.”
“Fffuck—hyung I’m gonna cum—!”
Your hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping it in time with each bounce, each obscene squelch of your cock stretching his greedy, spasming hole.
“Cum for me, baby,” you growled. “Let them hear how you fall apart on my cock.”
He shattered. His back arched, hips stuttering, cock painting his shirt and stomach in streaks of white as his hole spasmed and clamped down hard—squeezing you like a vice. You kept thrusting, chasing your own high, pounding into him while he writhed and babbled incoherently in your lap.
You came with a low groan, hips snapping up one final time, spilling hot inside him as he trembled from overstimulation, still trying to ride out every aftershock.
The mic beeped.
Still recording.
FELIX & headlock. (honestly i wouldve gave seungmin headlock based on recent changmin interactions... but felix has always loved muscles).
“Look at you.”
Your voice was a low rumble against his ear, chest pressed to his back as he sat flush in your lap—legs trembling, hole stretched wide around your cock. “You see yourself, baby?”
In front of the bed stood a mirror, full-length, angled perfectly. And in that reflection, Felix was a mess.
Your thick arm curled around his neck in a snug headlock—firm enough to keep him still, not tight enough to choke—your bicep bulging beside his cheek, veins prominent against flushed skin. His hands scrambled weakly at your wrist, not to fight, but to hold on, brain spinning and cock leaking against his belly as you bounced him on your cock like he weighed nothing.
His moans were breathless, his deep voice wrecked and shaky. “H-Hyung… s’too big—m’so full, I can’t—”
“You can,” you growled, snapping your hips up again. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, Felix’s thighs trembling as your cock drove in deep—so deep—hitting a spot that made his toes curl and his voice hitch.
“Ahn—fuck—fuck…!” He slurred, mouth slack, freckles dark against his flushed cheeks, eyes fluttering open only to watch himself in the mirror and fall apart again.
“That’s it,” you praised, your grip flexing just slightly around his throat, just enough for him to gasp and choke on a moan. “You feel that, yeah? Feel how tight you are around me? Squeezing like your pussy was made for this cock.”
His brain short-circuited.
You felt the way his entire body shivered in your arms—his head lolling back against your shoulder, hands falling limp, mouth opening and closing like he didn’t even have the words anymore.
“Can’t think,” he mumbled, eyes glassy. “M’head feels all fuzzy—too good, hyung—too good…”
You chuckled darkly, licking a stripe up his neck before biting gently at his earlobe.
“That’s my good boy,” you muttered, thrusting up again and watching his body jolt in the mirror. “Look at how dumb you get when I fuck you right. All that bratty mouth gone, and now you’re just a little cockdrunk toy in my arms.”
Felix moaned, loud and wrecked and absolutely gone.
The squelch of your cock fucking up into him was obscene—his hole stretched around you, dripping slick and so damn tight you could barely hold back. He bounced with each thrust, guided by your arm and your hips and the sheer strength you used to hold him exactly where you wanted.
“Feel how deep I am?” you whispered, pressing a hand to his belly where your cock bulged faintly. “Feel me all the way in your guts, baby?”
Felix let out a broken sob, eyes rolling back, legs shaking violently as you jerked him down hard on your cock—and kept him there, buried to the base, grinding slow and deep while your grip held him steady.
“M’gonna—!” he cried, tears slipping from his lashes, freckles soaked and glowing under the dim light. “Hyung, I’m—!”
“Cum on my cock,” you commanded, flexing your arm around his neck again as your free hand gripped his leaking cock and pumped once, twice—
He screamed.
His body convulsed as he came, untouched for so long, the shock so strong it made him shake. His hole fluttered violently around you, clenching down like it didn’t want to let go, and your control snapped.
You thrust up into him one last time, cock buried to the hilt, and came with a feral groan—filling him deep, flooding him while he collapsed in your arms, trembling and twitching, head resting against your bicep like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
In the mirror, you saw it all—your cock stuffed inside him, cum dripping out slowly, and Felix’s fucked-out, bliss-drunk expression.
“Such a good little thing,” you murmured, kissing the shell of his ear. “Can’t even move now, huh?”
He let out a tiny hum, lips curled in a lazy, cockdrunk smile.
“Good. You’re not going anywhere.”
SEUNGMIN & (up) against the wall.
“You always talk too much.”
Your voice came low and biting, teeth brushing his jaw as his back hit the cold wall with a dull thud. Seungmin gasped softly, breath catching, but his glare was defiant—sharp and narrow, like he still had something to prove.
He always did.
“I'm just saying, if you knew how to use your dick properly, maybe I wouldn’t need to keep correcting you all the time,” he spat, voice all smug as his hand slid up your chest, nails dragging just enough to rile you.
You laughed. Just once. And then you lifted him.
His legs wrapped around you instinctively—always quicker to react than to admit it—but his cock twitched the second your palm gripped his ass and your other hand slipped under the waistband of his compression shorts. Still warm from dance practice, his body slick with sweat and his hole already fluttering against your fingers like he knew what was coming.
“You were saying?” you grunted as your cock slid into him in one brutal thrust, forcing his back to arch, his head to snap back against the wall with a quiet thump.
He choked.
His hand flew to your shoulder, nails digging in, and then—bite. Teeth sank into your flesh like he was trying not to scream.
“Mmff—!”
But it wasn't enough. You felt every little noise vibrate against your skin: the helpless whimper, the stuttered breath, the pathetic groan when your cock bottomed out and stayed there. Pressed balls-deep, his legs locked around your waist, sweat-slicked thighs trembling on either side of your hips.
“You like running your mouth so much,” you growled into his ear, fucking up into him again—deep, slow, mean. “But you’re always the first to fold.”
“Shut—ahh—shut up—” he hissed, but his voice cracked right through the middle. He was clinging to you now, fists bunched in your shirt, his knees knocking as the thick head of your cock dragged along his inner walls, punching into that sweet spot every single time.
You ground your hips against his ass and he whined again, louder.
“You're so small like this,” you teased, your lips brushing his ear as you pistoned your hips into him—harder now, faster. “Tiny little thing all stuffed full, legs shaking, cock leaking without me even touching it. This what you call being in charge, Seungmin?”
“F-fuck you—”
“Already am.”
He bit you again, harder this time, but it was all bark. His body gave you the truth: the way he clenched around you, trembling like he was one thrust away from begging. The wet slap of your hips against his ass echoed in the empty hallway, drowning out every quiet grunt he tried to hide in your neck.
You adjusted your grip on his thighs and thrust harder—more relentless, brutal, hips crashing up into him like you wanted to split him open.
And then he whimpered—raw, caught-off-guard, so fucked-out he couldn’t stop himself.
“Yeah,” you rasped, voice thick with lust, “There’s the real you.”
His eyes fluttered open, glassy and half-lidded, lips swollen from biting down too hard. “D-don’t stop—” he whispered, barely audible over the slap of skin and the wet squelch between his thighs. “Please—just don’t—”
You didn’t.
You slammed into him again, fucking him deeper, chasing that weak little sound he’d let slip, pounding up into his guts until he was practically bouncing in your hold. His cock was smeared with precum between your stomachs, untouched and leaking like crazy.
You kissed his jaw, sucked on the skin just below his ear.
“I’m not stopping until you’re crying, pretty boy. Want everyone who walks by to know who really owns you.”
And judging by the way Seungmin’s walls clenched hard around your cock, like he was seconds from cumming, he wanted that too.
JEONGIN & mating press.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Jeongin’s whole body shuddered at the praise, arms wrapped tight around your neck like he was trying to hold onto something real. Something solid—something not the overwhelming pressure of your cock buried balls-deep inside him, pushing his legs up and folding him in half.
You’d been fucking him slow, deep, controlled. Not rough—not yet. Just enough to make his thighs tremble and his eyes roll back every time your hips rolled down, dragging over that soft, gummy spot that made him clench around you.
“A-ah—” his voice cracked, high and desperate, breath hitching as he blinked up at you, pupils blown wide. “F-feels good—feels too good—”
“You can take it,” you whispered, one hand gripping his thigh while the other smoothed over his belly, down to the spot bulging faintly with your cock. You pressed there, just a little.
He gasped—legs twitching, hole fluttering around you.
His cheeks were flushed pink, sweat starting to bead at his temples, soft brown hair sticking to his forehead. He looked fucked, even though you hadn’t even gone that hard yet—just slow and steady, the kind of fucking that sank in, made him feel everything, filled him up until he forgot anything existed outside your cock and the sound of your voice.
“You were so shy when we started,” you murmured, bending forward to kiss the corner of his lips. His knees were pressed almost to his chest, ankles hooked over your shoulders—completely open, completely yours.
“Thought you didn’t want this,” you teased.
“I-I didn’t—” he whined, shaking his head—but the way he moaned when you fucked in just a little deeper betrayed him.
Your thumb rubbed his cheek gently, his eyes fluttering half-shut.
“But now you’re taking it so well. Letting me fold you up and fill you nice and deep. Letting me ruin you.”
“‘M not ruined—” he whispered, breathless, but his cock twitched helplessly between you, leaking onto his stomach.
You smirked. “No?”
And then you thrust.
Hard.
Deep.
His head flew back, mouth dropping open in a broken cry as you fucked into him harder now—relentless and sweet, the kind of rhythm meant to make him fall apart beneath you. Your grip tightened on his thighs, holding him in place while you drove into him again and again, wet heat clenching and fluttering around your cock.
“You love this,” you rasped. “Love being folded in half, stuffed full, letting me watch every little expression you make.”
He blinked up at you, dazed, lips trembling. “W-wanna be good—want you to feel good—”
“You do,” you whispered, leaning close. “You feel perfect. Gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want me to cum deep in this pretty little hole?”
“Y-yes—!”
You grinned, voice low and thick with want. “Then take it, baby. Take every inch and don’t dare let me go.”
a/n : nobody asked for this, but yk since my last anon admitting they were too shy to directly comment on one of my side works, i just thought 'hey maybe someone feels that way too but instead they just have no courage to say anything' so here it issss. do y'all like the hyung line or the maknae line more? (i may have spoiled the maknae line a tad bit more than the other, but i have my reason!).