tags; not proof-read, headcanons, nsfw, reader is a cutie patootie, reader is quiet during sex, lotus position, masturbation (m), reader is described to have doe eyes,
Ryul who practically feels a wave of cuteness aggression at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, forming tiny crescent moon shapes. All while he pounds into you, juices coating his cock and leaking onto the bed sheets that laid underneath you.
Ryul who has multiple favourite positions, including the lotus position. The sight of you sitting in his lap, completely limp as he either fingers you or smoothly slides you up and down his cock always gives him the most flustered grins whenever he looks back on those thoughts.
Ryul who's obsessed with your doe eyes looking up at him that he can't help but jerk off to them. Any photos where you're looking up at the camera with a confused look or a photo with your gaze somewhere in the far distance, spaced out. He just can't help it that you're so cute!
Ryul who finds it adorable whenever you straddle him, grinding down against his jeans to ease the ache between your legs a bit. Your breaths all huffed and hushed, hair slightly messy and most of the time in comfortable pyjamas.
Ryul who's favourite outfit isn't a formal dress or sexy lingerie but a simple off-the-shoulder worn out shirt and black shorts, bonus points if your hair is put up in a messy hairstyle. You just look so raw and so his in this specific look. Face flustered as he gropes your ass through the shorts.
Ryul, whose favourite feature about you during sex is how quiet you are. At first, he was worried you weren't enjoying it, so he stopped, but instead of being greeted with a thank you, he instead received a small whine. Turns out you're just quiet. He remembers the first time he made you cum, the sound he got in return was a sneeze.
Ryul who finds you fucking adorable yet adorably fuckable.
in which jungwon helps you ride him as you struggle to take his thick cock, wiping away your tears while he fucks you stupid ♡ warnings ;; riding , size difference , dacryphilia , 'daddy' , soft dom!won , squirting , overstimulation ❀ — nsfw !!
“you can do it, baby,” jungwon purred in your ear, strong hands guiding your hips as you struggled to ride him.
your thighs were already sore and aching—even with his gentle help, you could barely manage to lift your hips up off of his lap, even after he had showered you in praises for simply sinking all the way down on his cock.
your chest heaved as you tried to slow your breathing, palms planted on his muscular chest to ground yourself. “j-jungwon, i can’t…”
his brow furrowed as he fought to tamp down his aching desire; he needed to help his sweet girl. “baby, relax your body for me.” his hand traveled up the small of your back, running a warm, delicate touch up and down your spine to soothe you.
in an instant, your body melted into his touch as your pussy began to slowly adjust around his cock.
“g-good girl, shit…” he groaned as his eyes remained fixed on where the lips of your cunt wrapped gorgeously around his cock as you slowly lifted your hips. “you did it, baby.” he pulled your body closer to his to give you a sloppy kiss as a reward, slipping his tongue lewdly in between your lips.
you whimpered as you felt his pearly tip pop out from your hole, leaving you with an aching emptiness.
“fuck baby, get it back inside…” jungwon growled, lust briefly clouding his judgment before he suddenly pulled back to look you in the eyes, searching your face with concern. “are you okay? do you think you can take it again?”
your mind reeled back to moments ago, when you tried lowering yourself onto him for the first time and the seemingly neverending stretch that ensued. anxiety began to flutter in your tummy as you avoided his gaze, not wanting to disappoint him.
but he immediately caught on, the perceptive, doting boyfriend that he was, moving to center himself in your view as his brows knit together with worry. “baby, look at me,” he urged, voice low and sweet and trusting. “does it hurt?”
you bit your lip, feeling a strange wave of shame begin to bubble up in your chest. “n-no…” you shook your head, trying to relax your body in preparation to take him.
“then what?” he pouted, looking up at you with round eyes as his thumb stroked soothing circles on your waist. “do you want to stop?”
you shook your head, more defiantly this time. “no, wanna keep going…”
“keep going? yeah?” his hands began to run up your body, landing just underneath your breasts, ensuring you were securely in his hold. “lift your hips, baby.”
you did as he said, pink lips quivering with anticipation as he helped line up his weeping tip with your folds. he was so unbelievably hard from restraining himself from absolutely wrecking you, to the point where it was almost painful.
jungwon observed the way your thighs trembled as you hovered over him. “let me take control, yeah?” he cooed, caressing your body with his warm touch in an effort to soothe you. “take a deep breath and keep your eyes on me, okay?”
you nodded, eyes round and trusting as you allowed him to slowly lower your body onto his thick member. as soon as his tip slipped past your entrance, your lips immediately parted with the overwhelming sensation; and as he continued to push further, you felt hot tears begin to sting at your eyes.
“jungwon,” you whimpered softly, breaths quickening as you struggled to take him. you leaned into his chest, never betraying his eye contact as he continued to guide your body lower and lower.
and neither did he, matching your panicked gaze with a steadfast one as he bit his lip at the feeling of your tight walls finally squeezing around his cock so deliciously. his eyes threatened to roll back from the dizzying pleasure, but he couldn't look away—he needed to be your anchor.
also, if he caught even a single glance of the lewd scene in between your legs, he was almost certain to cum immediately.
“d-don’t cry, baby, shit—” he grunted as you finally reached the base of his cock, causing you to yelp as a stream of crystalline tears spilled from your eyes. he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, as he felt your tight pussy struggle to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, gummy walls pulsing and squeezing the life out of him. “ahhh, fuck…”
you sniffled, gripping his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself as you tried to loosen up. your entire body was shaking from the overstimulation. “oh my god… too much, ‘won!” you sobbed.
jungwon was panting heavily now, his quickly thinning restraint on the verge of snapping at the way you peered at him with such an innocent, pure gaze. something possessive brewed inside of him at the way you braced yourself against him so clumsily, sweet tears streaming down your poor cheeks as you cried and cried from simply sitting on his cock.
“i know, i know... it’ll feel better if i move, ‘kay?” his voice trembled as he focused on trying not to instantly spill inside of you. he pulled you in close, kissing up your neck, your jaw, and finally using his tongue to lap up the salty tears from your cheeks. “don’t cry, sweetheart. you’re doing so good for me.”
as he pouted up at you, a tinge of guilt struck his heart as his desires betrayed his words. seeing you cry so sweetly awakened a feeling inside of him that he had never explored before, a twisted sense of pride in seeing his cock destroy his pretty angel like this.
you used your fists to clumsily swipe away another stream of tears. “i’m sorry…” you whimpered, sniffling as you felt your body finally relax around his length. “y-you can fuck me now, jungwon.”
he hissed lowly at your filthy request and how it contradicted with your fragile emotions. “yeah?” he panted, grip tightening on your waist as he immediately straightened upright. “you sure? i don’t think i can hold back, ‘m so fucking hard right now…can you take it, baby?”
biting your lip and pawing at his chest, you nodded at him with watery eyes.
and that was all he needed.
jungwon let out a pained groan and began to buck his hips up into yours, rippling abs flexing with every intentional thrust. he easily lifted your soft body up and down his cock to match his rapidly quickening pace, marveling at the way your lips greedily sucked him in as he stretched you out further and further.
“ngh, j-jungwon—!” you sobbed, facing whiplash from the feverish pace he was fucking into you with. as the tip of his leaking cock kissed your cervix, you found your jaw growing slack as fresh tears spilled from your waterline.
he pistoned his hips upwards into you, wiping your wet cheeks as his primal instincts took over. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, ah…” he whimpered pathetically as he fucked you senseless. “tight fucking pussy’s all mine, barely can fit this thick cock inside, fuckkkk…”
this continued on and on, with jungwon growling filthy praises in your ears as he dragged you along for the ride, bouncing you up and down on his dick as your tits jiggled mesmerizingly in front of his face. wet squelches and slaps sounded around the room as you began to leak all around his cock.
“so messy, baby.” he smirked, clearly pleased with the way you were literally melting in a puddle for him. “look at you, taking my dick so well. daddy loosened you up real good, yeah?”
“y-yes, daddy!” you cried, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay as your hips began to take control of your body, rolling at a frantic pace in order to chase the aching feeling building in between your legs.
his lips parted in awe at how desperate and fucked out you were already. “hah, my god… just fucking yourself stupid on my cock, huh? s’that feel good, baby?”
you nodded thoughtlessly, solely focused on grinding harder and harder against his dick as your hips took on a frantic pace. “i’m gonna cum, jungwon,” you whined, the sound of sloppy squelches coming from your bodies slapping together turning your brain to mush. “gonna cum, gonna cum, oh f-fuck—”
your brain went haywire as your entire body convulsed, pussy walls clenching tight around jungwon’s girthy cock as your orgasm finally came to a head. your eyes crossed, tongue lolling out as your hips continued to plap away on his lap on their own accord, fluttering cunt squeezing around his dick as you mindlessly rode out your high as though you were hypnotized.
jungwon, on the other hand, could barely believe the sight in front of him—you, who was sobbing at the mere feeling of his tip prodding your entrance just moments ago, now arching your back and bracing yourself on his thighs as you squirted all over his lap, spraying his skin with your slick.
“oh my god, j-jungwon, ahh—!” you cried, hips stuttering as a final spray gushed from your cunt. you immediately collapsed into his arms, frail body completely spent from the most mind-numbing orgasm you had ever experienced in your life.
“holy fuck,” jungwon breathed in your ear as he held you close in his comforting hold, pressing a soft kiss to your damp temple as he admired how your limp body clutched onto his much stronger frame for dear life. his edged cock throbbed painfully inside your pulsing cunt, desperately begging for release. “b-baby, you did so good for me…
…can i keep fucking you like this?” ♡
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ii. GENRE — porn with plot, near future / dystopian au.
iii. SYNOPSIS — in a near-future society, your fertility has a deadline—and your government-assigned mate is a complete stranger. with one week to comply, you must live as a married couple, navigating intimacy, desire, and forbidden pleasure… all while pretending it’s just for the contract.
iv. WARNINGS — KINKTOBER SPECIAL , mdni, smut, impregnation implications, voyeurism, sleepy sex, drugs / fertility enhancement tablets, unprotected sex, creampie, playing house but forced to, shower sex, blowjob, oral (both male & female), dirty talk, power imbalance, teasing, breast play, nipple teasing, eating out, dubious consent, cockwarming, squirting, lmk if more.
v. WORD COUNT — 6.7K — OCTOBER 5TH
“So… we’re assigned mates? Your contract’s about to expire too?” Heeseung—the name he at least claimed was his—spoke up as he glanced between you and the bed. The bed was shoved awkwardly into the sterile lab room, with a pathetic vase of flowers on the nightstand. A fake attempt at making the lab look like a cozy home.
“I guess so…” you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked to the glass wall, where machines beeped rhythmically like they were mocking you. Honestly—how the hell was this supposed to be romantic enough to fuck in?
The rule was bizarre, but in the year 3000’s, everyone got slapped with a fertility expiration date. And with humans dwindling while robots ran most of the world, the government made sure no one wasted their fertility. You had to breed before your “deadline,” and until then, live like a married couple. A shiny little “family unit.” Apparently that was how humanity would cling to survival amidst the hum of robots sweeping streets and making lattes.
And you, being the shy—or let’s be honest, lazy-ass you were, never bothered to step outside. Why would you, when your robo-assistant Zozo was perfectly capable of fetching groceries, yelling at delivery drones, or dealing with annoying neighbors? So when the government officer came knocking while you were sprawled on the couch debating which show to binge next, Zozo had opened the door and accepted the letter with zero hesitation. You tried to ignore it, even as your stomach dropped reading the fine print.
But ignoring the government is basically an Olympic-level mistake. A few hours later, you were dragged into this lab, now forced to play house with a stranger who was—surprise—the father of your potential baby. Like, how did you go from lazy naps and snack runs to this? From half-asleep binge-watching to congratulations, you’re in a breeding contract.
You sighed, side-eyeing Heeseung who was awkwardly fidgeting with the corner of the sterile blanket. He didn’t look much happier. At least that made two of you.
And, okay, sure—you’d seen robo-dogs on the streets going at it like they were programmed for porn, so it’s not like you were completely clueless about the act. But this wasn’t just sex. It was a performance. Roleplay. Pretending to be a couple. A married couple. And if you two didn’t produce results? The fine would be so massive your descendants would still be paying it off centuries later.
Talk about pressure.
⪩⪨
“Umm… so?” he speaks up as he steps into the shower, clearly waiting for you to follow. Well, this is awkward—an attempt at getting used to intimacy when neither of you have the faintest idea how to start.
“So?” you echo, trying not to sound as flustered as you feel. But your eyes betray you, following the trail of water as it slides down his bare chest, glistening under the harsh bathroom light, then disappearing somewhere past his v-line and below. This is the first time you’ve ever been this close to a guy—like, this close—and you’re willing to bet it’s the same for him.
“You’re… showering in that?” he asks, voice hesitant, like he can’t tell if the question is rude or just dumb. The poor guy is clearly just as inexperienced as you.
You glance down at yourself and realize, oh right, you’re still fully clothed. Top and jeans. Jeans in the shower—how chic. “Umm… I forgot,” you mutter, laughing awkwardly before tugging your shirt over your head. Your plain black sports bra clings damp against your skin. His gaze lingers a little too long on your chest—long enough for you to wonder if he’s captivated, silently judging the size, or just zoning out like an idiot.
“Can you not look?” you mutter sharply.
“Uh—yeah, sure.” His voice cracks, embarrassed, and he whips around so fast to face the wall that water splashes up. You quickly peel off your jeans, now left standing in your bra and underwear, the steam curling around you both.
For a while, neither of you do anything but stand there, the water falling between your bodies while you try not to combust from sheer awkwardness. Yet you can’t help stealing glances at his back. It’s more toned than you expected, the kind of back you want to trace your fingers along without thinking. And then there’s the way the water darkens his hair, dripping down his shoulders.
You curse yourself for remembering that one accidental peek you’d taken when you first stepped in—the way his boxers clung to whatever he was hiding beneath. It’s… a lot. Too hot. Hot enough to almost make you forget this is government-mandated breeding prep and not… something else.
“Are you done?” he asks finally, still facing the wall like his life depends on it.
“Yeah, you can turn around now.” Your voice comes out a little weaker than intended. He turns, his expression neutral, and quietly reaches for the soap.
He scrubs himself with slow, methodical movements, completely ignoring your eyes burning holes into him—until he finally speaks. “If you keep staring like that,” he says, raising a brow without looking directly at you, “I can’t promise I’ll keep being so respectful. Wouldn’t really be fair, would it?”
You snap your gaze away so fast you nearly slip. “I just zoned out.”
“Mhm.” He hums, low and unconvinced, before continuing to lather up. He doesn’t hand you the soap, though—just keeps working it over himself like he hasn’t caught the hint at all.
“What do you do, Heeseung? For a living?” you ask quietly, already knowing how offensive that question can sound in today’s world, where robots basically rule everything.
“I… train robo dogs,” he mutters, almost shyly, as his hand works the soap over his stomach. When his fingers slip lower, your eyes flick down for a second before darting away in a rush of heat.
“Oh, that’s nice.” You reply too quickly, trying to sound casual when your face is burning. “I work at home… finding mistakes made by robos on popular websites.”
“So, basically unemployed?” he teases, finally loosening up enough to smirk at you. The smell of soap and the steam between you almost make the moment feel… normal. Domestic. Like you’re not two virgins being forced to learn how to fuck for the sake of humanity.
“Hey! Don’t say that!” you swat at his arm, laughing along even though you hate admitting he’s right. Like 96% of the population, you’re jobless. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked the question at all.
But then you feel it—his arm circling your waist and yanking you back until you’re flush against his chest. The way his breath ghosts over your neck sends a shiver down your spine, and the thick, unmistakable press of his cock through his wet boxers makes your pussy clench instinctively.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs softly, “you don’t have to feel bad. It’s not your fault the robots are taking everything.”
You nod, but your body betrays you. Your head tips back against his shoulder, lips parting as a small gasp slips out. His soapy hand slides from your stomach to the underside of your bra, fingertips clumsy as they push under the wet fabric and rub over your breasts. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, his touches too curious, too experimental—like he’s trying to figure out what your nipples even are—but it has your cunt throbbing all the same.
“Heeseung…” you moan, the sound spilling from your lips before you can stop it.
“Just… cleaning you up,” he whispers, but the way his cock is rock hard and digging against your ass tells you otherwise.
“Please just—ahh—” your voice breaks into another moan as he shoves your bra up, not even bothering to remove it, letting your tits spill out for him to knead. The cold water pouring over you makes the contrast of his hands even more intense.
His palms squeeze your breasts like stress balls, thumbs brushing soap slick over your hardened nipples, and you swear you’ll melt right there. “H-Heeseung…” you whimper, a shaky moan tearing from your throat when his other hand slips lower, tugging your panties to the side. You’re embarrassingly wet already, your pussy aching for something, anything, even if it’s not the official “breeding time.”
He leans down, his lips brushing yours, and before you can think, he kisses you—soft, sloppy, uncertain, but desperate. His hand still tugs and pinches at your nipple, and you moan into his mouth, the sound muffled as your tongue brushes his.
“Do you want to… keep on practicing?” he asks against your lips, his voice low, unsteady, but hungry. The way you look up at him, breathless and wide-eyed, says everything your words can’t.
You moan instead, sliding your hand between your wet bodies until your palm cups the thick length straining against his boxers. The groan that rips out of him makes your pussy gush. If sex is really going to feel this good—if his cock filling you will make you feel half as powerful as this moment does—you curse yourself for wasting so many years hiding from it.
Now all you have is Heeseung. And the way his lips part, eyes shut tight as your hand rubs him, his grip on your waist faltering—fuck, you smirk against his mouth. Because you love knowing you have that kind of effect on him.
“Can I… touch you more?” you whisper, voice uncertain but desperate, like you’re asking for something forbidden even though that’s literally the point of this whole set-up. For a second you almost forget this is all arranged—just a breeding contract. A week-long roleplay to make sure humanity doesn’t go extinct.
He doesn’t trust his voice, so he just nods, too breathless to say a word.
Your hand slips inside his soaked boxers, finally wrapping around his cock skin-to-skin. The moment you touch him properly, he groans—deep and guttural—his chest heaving as water streams down his face. He has never felt anything like it, and neither have you, but instinct is doing all the work. Your palm knows where to squeeze, how to move, even if no manual has ever explained how to handle cock.
It throbs heavy and hot in your grip, veins pulsing against your hand. Precum slicks your fingers even through the shower spray. His shaky hand reaches down and shoves his boxers off his hips, and your movements falter, because suddenly it isn’t just something hidden under fabric—it’s there, right in front of you.
You let your hand fall away just to look. His cock springs free, flushed pink at the tip, glistening with beads of precum that mix with the shower water. Thick, hard, longer than you expect, curved just slightly upward—it’s fucking beautiful. You glance up at him, but his eyes are squeezed shut, lost in sensation.
You don’t know what comes over you. Maybe curiosity. Maybe hunger. Maybe both. Your thumb brushes over the leaking slit, smearing precum over the swollen head. He shudders hard, muscles twitching under your touch. Then, with an impulsive grin, you bring your thumb to your lips and lick it clean.
“It’s salty…” you murmur, licking your lips slowly. The taste is raw, musky, addictive. You want more. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you sink to your knees under the spray, face tilted up to him as your tongue flicks experimentally at his tip.
His eyes snap open wide, panic and arousal clashing. He grabs his cock like he’s about to shield it from you. “N-No, no, don’t do that—” he stammers, his voice breaking.
“Why not?” you ask innocently, breath ghosting over his shaft as your lips hover close.
“Isn’t it… dirty?” he whispers, chewing his lip, like he can’t decide if he wants to pull you back or push you further.
You smirk up at him, hair plastered wet against your cheeks from the shower. “No. I like it. Can I have it back?”
His cock twitches visibly at your words. He groans low, like he’s fighting with himself, but gives in—grabbing your hand and wrapping it back around his length before letting go again, as if surrendering.
You lick your lips and kiss the swollen tip reverently. “This is so pretty, I swear,” you whisper, eyes wide as you stare at his flushed dick like it’s art.
“It’s not,” he mutters immediately, embarrassed, his teeth grit as his chest rises and falls like he’s just run a marathon.
Before he can defend his poor cock, you graze your teeth lightly over the head. His reaction is immediate: a strangled yelp that echoes against the tile. “NO TEETH, PLEASE! IT’S NOT FOOD—”
You giggle, lips brushing against the head of his cock. “You’re right… it’s not food. But it’s a snack.”
He groans so loud it shakes you, his knees buckling slightly. Your mouth wraps around him at last, hot and wet and clumsy, tongue swirling against the sensitive underside. The taste of his precum mixes with water, salty but not bad, almost intoxicating.
He sucks in a sharp breath, a moan spilling out of him as his hand instinctively buries in your wet hair. When you look up, his eyes are half-lidded, lips parted in awe. His cock twitches in your mouth as your tongue flicks over the treat again.
When his fingers tighten in your hair, you nearly whine at the sensation—because the look on his face is pure, overwhelmed pleasure. The sound of his low, desperate groan as he guides your head just slightly has your pussy clenching so hard you think your cunt will start dripping down your thighs.
It’s messy, hot, completely new for both of you. But with his cock heavy on your tongue, his voice breaking as he moans your name, and his eyes locked on you—fuck, it’s perfect.
You dive down to take him deeper, swallowing his length until it presses against your throat. The stretch makes your eyes water, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth as you bob your head faster, sucking greedily. The gag hits you, sharp and messy, but you don’t stop—if anything, the slight burn only drives you harder, your throat tightening around him. Heeseung’s breath stutters, his hips twitching helplessly as his cock pulses inside your mouth.
You don’t know what the sudden swell against your tongue means, only that it makes him groan brokenly, almost too loud under the hiss of the shower. You pull back with a wet pop, gasping, lips swollen and slick, confusion flickering across your face.
“What’s happenin—”
The question never finishes. Hot, sticky spurts shoot across your face, catching you off guard as you shut your eyes. Thick, white ropes cover your cheeks, your lips, dripping down your neck and chest before the shower water thins it, streams of cum and water sliding down your skin in a messy contrast.
You freeze, stunned, before blinking up at him through the droplets. Heeseung’s chest is heaving, his hand still tangled in your hair as if he lost control of himself completely. Relief is written all over him, his face flushed, but there’s shame too, creeping into his gaze as he realizes what he’s just done.
Your eyes drop to his cock again—still flushed, twitching, glistening under the spray, streaks of the same milky liquid clinging to it before the water washes it away. Your lips part in disbelief as you whisper, voice shaking, “That… that came from your cock?”
Heeseung swallows hard, too breathless to defend himself, and just gives a shaky nod.
Neither of you understand it—this raw, messy reaction, this proof of something more—but the hunger twisting in your chest is undeniable. And as the salty taste lingers on your tongue and your skin, you know one thing for certain.
You’re addicted.
⪩⪨
And the second day with him feels even stranger—stranger, but addicting. Both of you are already drowning in this whole thing about the fertility expiration date, the so-called breeding contract. You’re pretty sure the government officials would’ve happily stamped a certificate, binding you both together officially. It should feel wrong, clinical, but with how real everything’s gotten… it doesn’t.
“What are you making, wifey?” Heeseung’s voice breaks the silence as he walks out of the nightly shower, towel slung low on his hips, droplets sliding down his chest. The sight alone pulls you back to last night—the cock you’d touched, sucked, swallowed. The salty, musky taste of him still feels fresh on your tongue. Water cascading down his abs, the way his body shuddered under your mouth—“I asked what you were making, wifey.” He’s right beside you now, waving a hand in front of your dazed face.
“Fried rice… that’s all I can make.” You joke, but it’s the truth, your voice shaky as you snap back from your thoughts. Except he doesn’t look all that present either, his eyes heavy, his expression unreadable.
Then he’s behind you, close—too close. Heat radiates off his damp skin as you stir the rice, and you nearly drop the spatula when his hand cups your ass, firm and greedy. A gasp rips from you when his fingers slide between your thighs, brushing your slick folds, spreading the wetness you’d never dared touch yourself.
“Hee—” His name spills from your lips, cut into a moan when his finger glides up your slit, pressing right where it makes your knees weak. “Ahh…” Your head drops helplessly against his shoulder, his breath warm as he leans in, tongue flicking against the shell of your ear.
“Don’t you think…” his words vibrate low, sinful, “…we should at least enjoy ourselves a bit before ‘The Day’? Hm?”
Your body betrays you, pressing back against him, desperate. The spatula trembles in your hand, rice forgotten, brain fried worse than the pan. But then, just as you’re about to melt, he pulls away. His lips brush your ear, whispering smugly, “Focus on the fried rice. Can’t compromise on dinner, right, sweetheart?”
You don’t know when he got this bold—maybe last night broke something open in both of you. All you know is that you like it. Too much.
“Heeseung…” Your voice cracks on his name, shame mixing with hunger. “Can you… touch me again? It felt so good… we-we can enjoy all we want.” The words tumble out, raw and desperate, and you cringe at how needy you sound—yet you can’t stop yourself.
His smirk is audible in the way he breathes against your neck. “Of course. I owe you after yesterday, don’t I?” His lips press against your skin, just below your ear, and your moan betrays you instantly. His hands wander lower again, teasing, claiming, but every time you falter at stirring the rice, he pulls back, leaving you whining at the loss.
It’s a cruel game. A dangerous one. And you’re hooked.
“shh… if you want it, just keep working on our dinner, mm?” His voice dips low, his breath ghosting against your ear as one of his hands slides directly beneath your panties, cupping the soaked heat between your thighs. The other hand pushes your top upward until it bunches around your chest, and with a deft flick, your bra unclasps. You gasp, heart racing, realizing he learned the trick from last night’s shower.
“i-i understand.” you mumble, your words shaky, tears of embarrassment stinging your lashes as your body betrays you, moaning when his palm squeezes your bare breast. You clutch the spatula tighter, trying to keep stirring the rice, but your arms tremble as he plays with your body, shamelessly drawing out every sound you try to hide. The scent of garlic and spices mixes with the heady, unmistakable scent of your arousal, thick in the air. Heeseung inhales deeply behind you, lips curling into a grin.
“smells good… eating it after we enjoy would be even better, no?” His tone is casual, almost mocking, as if fingering you while you cook is the most normal thing in the world. Just as you suck in a breath to respond, his finger presses against your slick entrance, circling teasingly before slipping inside with a slow push. You choke on a gasp, hips twitching as the thick digit sinks into your tight heat, nudging against tender, gummy walls that hug him greedily.
A low sound leaves him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he feels your warmth around him. “Fuck… you’re so tight. Just my finger and you’re squeezing like this…” His words stir the heat pooling in your stomach. He moves it inside you, testing, curling upward slightly, brushing something that makes your knees buckle.
“Heeseung—” your breathy moan escapes without restraint.
“Shh, it’s okay…” His lips press at your temple, soft, almost tender, while his hand leaves your breast only to flick the stove off with a practiced motion. The rice sizzles one last time before silence falls, leaving only the sound of your shallow breaths and his finger plunging wetly into you.
Then suddenly, he pulls out. You whine at the emptiness, thighs quivering, but he doesn’t let you fall apart there. He turns you around, guiding you gently until your back is pressed against the counter. Your sweatpants are tugged down to your knees, messy and damp from the arousal staining them. Your breasts spill forward, nipples flushed and needy.
“Heeseung…” You say his name like a plea, chest heaving, shame and desire battling in your eyes.
Heeseung looks down at you, his boldness from moments ago flickering into something almost shy, almost boyish. His gaze lingers on your trembling thighs, the wetness dripping from your slit, before he raises his eyes back to yours. His voice is soft, hesitant, but laced with hunger.
“Let me… return yesterday’s favor.”
And without a word he sinks down to his knees, as if duty-bound to fulfill what being your breeding mate meant. The air leaves your lungs in a sharp gasp the moment his mouth latches onto your soaked folds, his tongue already tasting you, suckling at your core like he’s been starving for you.
“Oh—fuck,” you whimper, your head falling back as his mouth works between your legs, his tongue slipping and flicking against every sensitive part it can find. The wet, obscene slurping sounds echo in the kitchen, louder than the soft hum of the cooling stove. The way his tongue dives deeper and deeper, teasing you, even circling before trapping your swollen little bud between his lips.
“Ahhh—Hee—fuck—” your moan cracks as your knees threaten to buckle, and you grab the counter for balance, your free hand gripping his hair like a lifeline.
“Like it?” he murmurs against your cunt, lips brushing your clit, voice vibrating against your folds—sending shockwaves through your whole body.
“So much, so fucking much,” you pant out, tugging at his hair harder, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensation of his tongue exploring places you never even thought were reachable.
“Mmhh—” he hums, sucking harder, his hands holding your thighs apart as if to cage you there, rubbing your lower stomach like he knows something’s building inside you. The pressure makes you dizzy, your muscles clenching, your core tightening uncontrollably.
“Wait—stop, I feel like I’m… gonna—piss,” you whimper, tugging at his hair to make him stop, but he only groans and pins you harder against the counter, tongue delving in even deeper.
The cry that rips out of you is helpless, raw, trembling, “HEESEUN—GHAHHHH!” as your body jerks violently, liquid spilling from your cunt, dribbling down your thighs, coating his tongue, his lips, his chin.
He doesn’t stop—he fucking drinks it in, swallowing, slurping like it’s everything he’s ever wanted.
When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin glisten with wetness, strands of your slick shining over his mouth. Your face burns with embarrassment, heart pounding.
“Heeseung…” your voice trembles, mortified.
“You did this,” he murmurs, smirking faintly, wiping nothing away—almost proud to wear you like this. “Why’re you getting so shy now?” His voice is low, teasing, but his own cheeks are flushed as if he’s losing control too.
He rises to his feet, closing the distance until his hands cradle your face, and before you can answer, his mouth claims yours.
The kiss is messy, deep, his tongue sliding against yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, the musky, salty-sweet flavor mingling with the heat of his mouth. Dirty. Intoxicating. The thought that you’re tongue-kissing the same mouth that was just devouring your pussy should disgust you—but instead it makes you moan, arching closer, needing more.
Your fingers grip his shoulders desperately, ready to climb him, ready for more, when he suddenly pulls back, panting. His forehead presses against yours, his eyes dark, burning, but flickering with restraint.
“I—We should eat dinner,” he murmurs, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as though he’s choking back desire. “If we don’t stop now, I don’t think either of us will…”
His voice trails, his jaw tightening, and the way he looks at you—hungry, guilty, desperate—you know he’s right. Still, you can’t stop the way your body aches for more, already addicted.
You just nod, breathless, even as your lips tingle from his kiss, even as your thighs tremble from what he just made you feel.
⪩⪨
The days ahead pass in a haze of exhaustion. The tablets the helper-robos keep giving—supposedly to boost stamina and fertility before the expiration date—do nothing but drag you both down into constant drowsiness. You feel sluggish, heavy-limbed, and so does he.
“Hee…” you call out softly, voice almost drowned by the silence of the room as you lay curled on your side. The bed is warm, too warm, and the setup is so real, so home-like, that sometimes you forget you’re in nothing but a lab—a carefully constructed stage meant to look like a house, a controlled mating ground for humans.
“Mm?” he hums back, voice thick with sleep. His arm is already reaching around your waist, palm lazily tracing circles against your stomach. His touch is slow, unhurried, and even in your drained state, it makes you melt closer to him. The blanket shifts as he tugs it tighter around the two of you, cocooning you together.
“Don’t you feel tired…? I swear the tablets have something to do with this…” you murmur, eyes heavy as you press your forehead into his chest. He hums again, the sound low, reassuring, and kisses the top of your head. The simple gesture stirs something deep in your chest, not sexual—just a strange, foreign warmth you can’t name.
“I feel like that too… but maybe it’s not bad,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your skin. “We get to rest before the big day.” His arms tighten around you, his lips brushing against your hair, and the closeness makes your heart race even more.
“True…” you whisper back, though the thought only makes your stomach twist. The idea of him finally ending up bonded to you forever—sealed, unchangeable—sends your pulse spiraling.
“Do you regret it?” you ask quietly, the words slipping out before you can stop them. Your fingers clutch at the fabric of his t-shirt, gripping like you’re bracing for a blow. “Like… do you wish it was someone else?”
His chest rises beneath your cheek, and then he answers, soft but steady. “No. Definitely not.”
You exhale shakily, relief washing over you like warmth after a chill. He shifts, rocking you slightly in his hold, and the gentle sway lulls you further. Your eyes flutter shut despite yourself, exhaustion tugging hard.
“Good,” you mumble, your words slurring into a yawn. His chest rumbles with a stifled laugh—careful, quiet, as if he’s afraid to wake you. Soon his movements slow, stilling completely, and with you curled tightly against him, both of you sink into sleep almost instantly.
⪩⪨
The robo beeps as the government officers run the analysis of their relationship on a monitor. At least they’re decent enough not to watch them go at it—oral or otherwise. Honestly, the robots seem to have more humanity than the humans in charge.
“But their relationship doesn’t seem genuine according to this article on human connections in the 2720s,” the robot pipes up, printing out the dusty old document almost immediately. The words flash across the paper, outdated theories that make no sense when matched with the sounds the two of them have been making almost every other night since they were placed together. Noises that had gotten loud enough for the officials to drug them just to slow things down.
“We can’t rely on old articles. Not right now,” the officer mutters, shutting down the live camera feed that showed the humans inside the mock-home setup. His tone is clipped, tired, like he doesn’t want to deal with it.
The helper robo tilts his head, a mechanical sigh almost leaving him before he shakes it off. “Why bother helping when those bastards don’t even need it,” he grumbles, following the officer out of the room.
After all, tomorrow is the final day before their fertility expiration date. And the others have already prepared everything they’ll need.
⪩⪨
You yawn as you wake, stretching your arms above your head—only to find you can’t move. It takes you a moment to realize why. Heeseung’s arm is still looped around your waist. By the time he finally stirs and pulls back, sitting up, the air feels noticeably colder. Without thinking, he dives straight back under the covers, wrapping himself around you beneath the heavy blanket.
“Too cold, too cold,” he mutters through gritted teeth. His body trembles against yours, and instinctively, you shove your feet back under the blanket too after testing the icy air outside for just a second.
“Did the temperature suddenly drop?” you shiver, pressing closer to him for warmth. That’s when you feel it—his bulge, hard against your thigh.
Your breath hitches. “Why are you hard?” The words slip out before you can stop them, awkward and quiet, as you try to shift just enough distance between you in case it sets him off.
“What do you mean, why?” Heeseung mumbles with a shrug, completely unbothered. “I get this every time I wake up.” Then, seeing the way you go silent, lost in thought, he adds quickly, “But don’t think too much. We don’t have to do anything if you’d rather wait until night.”
You hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip before whispering, “N-no… I mean… a little practice before the actual process wouldn’t hurt, right?”
His eyes widen, shock flickering before his lips curl into a slow smile. The officials’ forced temperature drop is long forgotten as you push your panties down, sliding them off. Heeseung doesn’t waste a second—his boxers end up on the floor beside your panties, leaving nothing between you anymore.
Your upper bodies stayed hidden under the blanket, but your lower halves were already speaking a language of their own. You hooked one leg over his hip, opening yourself for him, and Heeseung’s hand immediately wrapped around his cock. The blanket muffled the sight, but you felt every second of it—the head nudging against your folds, still dry until he pressed harder. Wetness bloomed instantly, coating you in slick warmth as he rubbed himself against your slit.
A broken moan escaped you, and he swallowed it in a kiss. You barely noticed when he shifted lower, sliding the tip between your folds, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves—the very same spot he’d played with that night while you’d been making fried rice. And then he pushed. Hard. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, but his mouth captured yours, muffling the sound, calming you down even as your body jolted.
He groaned against your lips. “God, so tight.” Your walls clung to him, greedy, swallowing inch after inch of his cock like they’d never let go. You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the texture of his thick length, every ridge and vein dragging against you.
Your eyes rolled back as your body adjusted, the stretch almost unbearable. He stilled, hovering, his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, voice low and careful, “Should I give more?” His lips brushed yours in a tender kiss, at odds with the way he filled you.
You squirmed helplessly beneath him, body caught between resistance and desperate want. It hurt—yes—but it felt so good you almost hated yourself for liking it this much.
“Ahhh—” you bury your face into his chest, shivering as he rubs your back, one hand sliding lower to part your ass cheeks. His coarse pubic hairs brush against yours, and you know you’re in heaven just from the friction, the closeness.
“Oh god…” you moan, a tear slipping down your cheek as he starts to move, nudging against your walls. “It’s too good… too good.”
“I know… shh…” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingers graze your hard bud, flicking and rubbing your clit between your legs, and you shiver with every brush. He hits a spot inside you you didn’t even know existed, sending tremors up your spine.
Before you even notice, sleep drags you under again, pressed against his chest. The tablets are hitting harder than before, and he—already drained from the night—is dozing too, quietly, yet his hand remains wrapped around you, fingers caressing your hair. His cock pulses lazily inside you, still hard, a slow reminder of what you’ve shared.
Neither of you gets to cum. Not yet. The robots arrive, silently entering to re-decorate the room for the night, ignoring the way the two of you are tangled together like an actual married couple, lost in warmth, wetness, and the closeness only you two can share.
⪩⪨
When you wake up, it’s night. Heeseung is sprawled across the bed, completely naked, the blanket long gone from over your bodies. The dim lights and the faint scent of roses fill the room, creating a staged intimacy that screams final breeding night. Your stomach twists with heat and self-consciousness as your eyes take him in—every line of his muscles defined in the soft glow, the way his chest rises and falls slowly, the way his cock rests low and exposed, just waiting.
“Hee… wake up,” you whisper, rolling onto his side and nudging him gently. He doesn’t stir. Your hand slides lower, brushing against the softened length of his cock—and to your shock, it stiffens instantly in your palm. Your fingers wrap around him, rubbing along the slick shaft, feeling the heat, the pulse, the way he’s so alive beneath your touch.
Heeseung stirs, eyes half-open, still lost in the fog of sleep. Boldness courses through you, and you start stroking him thoroughly, biting your lip as your own audacity surprises you.
“S-stop…” he murmurs sleepily, voice rough, half-lidded eyes fixing on you. His hand pushes your palm away, but instead of letting go, he pins you gently to the bed. His cock presses against your stomach, tip glistening with precum, and you shiver from the warmth and pressure.
“How did we even fall asleep?” you murmur, shivering as he leans down and plants a teasing kiss on your neck. His mouth starts suckling, teeth grazing lightly over your skin, and a moan escapes you before you even register it.
“W-why does it feel soo good?” you breathe, voice trembling. His lips and tongue are consuming you, sending shivers down your spine, teasing you so exquisitely that your own body reacts without thought.
“Don’t ask questions. Just feel… we need to finish why we’re here, right? So we can go out and raise our baby,” he whispers against your neck, and your face melts into his hair, overwhelmed. You’re so lost in him that you don’t even notice when his tip presses and slides against your folds, gliding perfectly over your wet, slick skin.
You wrap your legs around his waist almost instinctively, every nerve in your body on fire. You don’t know where you learned this, but it feels right. This fertility expiration, this ridiculous breeding contract—it’s finally ending, and Heeseung is the only one who could make it feel like this.
“You really wanna raise the baby togeth—aghh!” A moan rips from your chest as he slips inside you effortlessly. Your body trembles at the stretch, chest heaving, eyes wide as you feel him fully—every inch of his thick, veiny cock filling you. God, it’s too good. How could something feel this right? You had no regrets about coming here, even if it had been forced.
When he moves, it’s like you’re falling straight into heaven. “Oh my… oh my god… ahhhh…” you gasp, gripping his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as every thrust presses him deeper, pushing all your limits of pleasure.
“Shh… gently… I’ll go gentle.” And he does. Heeseung starts slow, bottoming out fully, checking in with soft murmurs. But soon, the tempo builds, and he’s plunging deeper, too deep for your brain to catch up. Your body reacts before your mind, muscles clenching, and you can’t stop the first squirting eruption that floods against his pulsing cock.
Your eyes lock with his—burning with embarrassment—but he’s unfazed, so present, so attentive. God, what a man. And then he hits that same spot again, and your second gush coats him, your palm flying to your face, cheeks flaming. Minutes pass in a blur of trembling, slick, overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you come hard, walls squeezing him like they never could before, every shudder wringing a guttural curse from his lips.
“Fuck… too tight…” he groans, cock pulsing violently inside you. Before either of you can process it, he erupts—hot, thick, sticky—filling you completely.
“I—” you start, but he pins you gently, eyes fluttering as his release surges. “J-just take all of my seeds…” His chest heaves on yours, some of it dribbling down your slit, proof of how much he’s given. It’s like he poured out weeks of stored need into you.
“Enough to make another human in the community?” he gasps, breathless, thumb brushing away a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek. His head rests against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.
“Those tablets by robos better work,” you whisper, arm wrapping around his waist as you gently shift atop him. His cock still pulses inside you, leaking little drops, making you laugh and moan all at once. Every inch of you is slick, spent, alive—and you can’t imagine ever feeling this way with anyone else.
⪩⪨
“This one’s complete. Who’s the next pair for the human breeding contract?” the government officer asked, his voice flat but his eyes lingering on the glowing monitor. The feed showed the two of you tangled together in the aftermath—naked, bodies spent, still joined at the hips as though refusing separation even in sleep. For a moment, the officer simply stared, a flicker of discomfort crossing his otherwise stoic face before he looked back at the machine beside him.
The robot’s optical sensors whirred as it adjusted the angle, zooming in without hesitation on the mess between your thighs, where Heeseung’s cock remained buried inside you, a faint spill of his cum already leaking past your swollen folds. It held there for a beat, scanning, before its voice rang metallic and certain. “Based on the administered fertility tablets, probability of conception is at one hundred percent. The female has been successfully bred.”
The officer exhaled slowly, almost relieved, then leaned back in his chair. “Good. Another pair. Humanity lives another day.”
The robot didn’t stop processing. Its gaze shifted across its databanks, and a new name filtered onto the screen. “The next subject approaching fertility expiration: Park Sunghoon. Male. Age twenty-three. Behavioral report: reclusive. Rarely leaves residence.”
The officer raised a brow, a dry smirk tugging at his lips. “So, one of those ‘touch grass’ types?”
The robot made a noise that could almost be mistaken for amusement. The officer chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for his notes. “Guess he won’t have much of a choice soon. Get him paired. Humanity’s down to scraps—we can’t afford a single wasted seed.”
And with that, the two of them turned back to the monitors, logging another successful breeding while already preparing for the next. After all, humans were a rare species now—too fragile, too precious—and extinction was not an option.
he’s so much more of an in-person type rather then online
doesn’t like texting, much prefers it when you call, or even better seeing him in person
so he always goes out of his way to see you regardless
he’s hard to really get to know, cause people may think they KNOW him, but they really don’t, the only people who do are pretty much just you, the members, and his family
he’s also very attentive, like the type to put his hand over a corner so you don’t hit your head, or put your phone on the charger if you fell asleep
constantly restocking all of your needs too, like snacks are always stocked, makeup and skincare is always being replaced
you’re like i haven’t bought these in forever but they never seem to run out, but little do you know it was him all along
i also feel like he just always has things for you when you need it, snacks, hair ties, water, you name it and he has it
when he’s out and about he seems energetic and he’s having a good time, which he is, but he will always prefer being with you
at the end of the day he gets very clingy and affectionate with you, finally being able to relax
loves making food with you, whether it’s cooking or baking
as it always end up with you guys dancing in the kitchen, either slow dancing, or the highest intensity choreo, literally no in between
you guys are the couple that’s been together for ever and is just absolutely perfect, like everyone wants to have a relationship like you have
doesn’t get that jealous, but if he can tell you’re uncomfortable he’s gonna step in and say something
but if you wanna talk to the other members or literally any other guy he’ll be fine, cause i see him as pretty comfortable with himself and he trusts you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ juhoon
he is SUCH a good listener, you could rant for hours and he’d be fully immersed in you
you can genuinely spend hours talking cause he’ll just be asking you more questions about whatever you’re talking about
always there for you to talk to, whether it’s in person or over the phone, he will be there
remembers all of the little details about you
you wouldn’t think he would be sentimental but i think he is
he’s saving flowers if you ever get him some, and he’s gonna press it in a book, or saving tickets from a movie date
does not care what you do to him, like if you wanna do his makeup he’s already sitting in front of you with his eyes closed, or if you want to do his hair he’s in front of you with his head tilted back
he’s not the biggest fan of cuddling, but won’t protest if you want to
i feel like he loves getting ready for bed though, like he would love the skincare and taking his sweet time
pda is definitely not his thing, but he’ll let a pinky hold or a hand hold
tries to show off to you, and it either goes so well or it goes so terribly
he fuels your shopping addiction so bad
will buy you everything you could possibly want, so now your desk if filled with smiskis and sony angels, and your closet is overflowing
definitely took him so long to confess, because he wanted to make sure that you liked him 200%, he was not gonna take any chances
so he can be a little insecure at times, and just needs you to reassure him a little
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ martin
we already know im going to mention his height, he loves having a height difference
it makes him feel like your protecter, even though he’ll tease you about how “short” you are
i feel like he would be so shy to show you his music because he wants to make sure you like it
a lot of songs would be inspired by you, as you’re his muse
most of the time he’s cramped up in the studio, spending long days there, but he always makes an effort to come see you, even if its the middle of the night
he feels like he recharges when he’s with you
we also know he’s such a fashionista
so he LOVES dressing you and going shopping, all of your dates would end up in buying clothes
and he pays for it, after all he’s such a gentleman, and holds all of the bags
he is constantly bombarding you with texts of selfies, pictures of the other members, and random things just to let you know he is thinking about you
he genuinely loves you so much, and feels so bad that he can’t spend as much time as he wants with you due to idol things
loves taking little candids of you when you aren’t looking
put pictures and polaroids of you in his wallet and phone case, cause you’re his motivation
loves physical affection and calling you names, cause he genuinely can’t believe your with him, so trust he is cherishing it
such a good bf
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ seonghyeon
he can come off as shy, but trust me he is anything but shy around you
has tried to be nonchalant but he just can’t, it fails within .0001 seconds cause he always folds around you
yet also very causal, like holding your hand
he wouldn’t like too much pda though, would much prefer those types of things in private
don’t see him calling you anything too cheesy, most of the time it’s things like “dummy” or “idiot” but in a meaningful way
but when it’s just the two of you, he’s softer, maybe baby or babe thrown in there
also another one who notices things before you do, like he knows you’re cold before you realize and he’s already giving you his jacket, or doing things in advance like buying movie tickets so you don’t stress about it
would love for you to meet his family, and you already know they love you
he gives off childhood friends to lovers or childhood friends to lovers
so you guys would be good friends before you got together, and now you guys are just best friends + romantic stuff
he just wants to help you, and make your life as easy as possible
so he tries his best to always be 10 steps ahead and make sure you have everything you could possibly need or want
tries to include you in everything because he doesn’t want you to be alone
and he’s gonna take every possible advantage to see you, so you can bet your gonna be hanging out with the group
good at memorizing things, he can practically remember any important dates, so you don’t have to worry about it
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥keonho
such a goofball
his main goal in life is to make you happy, so he will go ridiculous lengths to achieve that
you’re on all of his screens, im talking home screen, lock screen, pfp on literally anything, you’re on it
so all of his socials are pretty much just fan pages of you
not shy with you at all, physical affection is always happening and he does NOT care who’s watching
but omg before you got together this man would try to be so nonchalant even though he would get all giddy if you liked his story
now he does not gaf and he won’t even try to act nonchalant cause he knows he can’t
always texting you or updating you about what’s happening, like expect a text at least every 5 minutes
i also feel like your dates always end up with food, like no matter where you go food will always be involved
he’s another one who doesn’t care what you do to him, he genuinely will do anything for you at your beck and call
loves cuddling so much, and being little spoon too when you guys are sleeping
but if you guys are ever in the presence of other people he’ll be the big spoon
buys you anything and everything, like you’ll be in a store and briefly touch something and it’s already off the rack
or if you mention a “oh that’s cute” he’s buying the entire rack
talks about you all the time, genuinely could be talking about a random thing and then somehow the conversation will end up with him talking about you
୨ৎ ─── fluff , headcanons , cortis!crushing on u 𓏲 self indulgent , not proofread ꪔ̤̮
𝓁ibrary ,, 𝓉aglist (open)
𝔀hen cortis has a crush on you . . . (188 💬)
GUMii , welcome ladies n gentlemen i am back w a new headcanon for yall 😝😝 im js clearing my drafts rn
— 𝓶artin
he starts remembering EVERYTHING u say. mention a random snack once and three weeks later he’s like “isn’t that the one u said u liked?” meanwhile u don’t even remember saying it 😭
he’ll also brings u up in conversations WAY more than he realizes. someone says one thing that vaguely relates to u and he’s already like “oh y/n does that too”
twin stand UPPP 😿😿
— 𝓳ames
he’s smooth until u flirt back…then his mind goes blank. the weather n walls start looking reaaaaal interesting then
if another guy makes u laugh he turns into a horse with blinders on. it automatically becomes a comedy competition. he’ll be pulling out jokes out his bum bum until he’s the one making u laugh the hardest
— 𝓳uhoon
he’ll always somehow end up next to u. it’s not noticeable at first but then u realize every group picture, every outing, every night at dinner… HE’LL BE THERE (get the reference haahhhehehehahh im so funny 😹😹)
went to the small gestures city and he was the mayor bro 😞 he’ll always open doors for u, giving u the better seat, handing u things before u even ask. it’s so natural u don’t even notice him doing it
— 𝓼eonghyeon
he sends u EVERYTHING. memes, tiktoks, weird pics he took, screenshots of convos. his camera roll basically becomes community property
if he makes a joke in a room full of ppl, he’s checking for ur reaction first. everyone else laughing is cool yk it’s alright but if UUU laugh? u basically crowned him funniest human alive
— 𝓴eonho
he gets attached BADDD 🤧 u disappear for like 4 hours and he’s already texting “hello?” “ru alive?” “wow ok ignore me i guess”
he loves sharing things with u. new song? sending it to u. funny video? sending it to u. found a cool restaurant? now he’s telling u all abt it. if something reminds him of u, ur hearing abt it immediately
themes ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ established relationship, he’s such a green flag omg, down bad boyfriend and his angel princess girlfriend (i was crashing out as i finished writing it, crying about my single ass life), smut kinda descriptive (but not too much) cunnilingus, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, boob sucking, (teeny tiny dirty talk) tooth rotting fluff, SOFTEST aftercare. ‧₊ ᵎᵎ
ִ ࣪𖤐 he’d tease you with dirty words like “just because your legs are shaking doesn’t mean im done eating it baby” with a naughty smile.
࣪𖤐 unfortunately he’s the type of boyfriend who becomes merciless when it comes to eating you out, he will continue even when he’s done making you reach your peak and you poor little thing would be arching your back with your mouth left open, gasping for oxygen, your thighs trembling and closing in on his head, meanwhile he would be humming instead, leaning closer if it was even possible, flicking his tongue over your clit hastily, then he will lean down and lap up at your soaked entrance.
ִ ࣪𖤐 your pleasure comes first and foremost, even above his, before he met you it was all about reaching his pleasure, being selfish about his needs yet now his needs could wait even if his dick is rock hard, and throbbing.
𖤐 his calloused hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you in place so he could align his tip to your opening.
ִ ࣪𖤐 will press his forehead against yours while maintaining an intense eye contact as he pounds deep inside your pussy.
ִ ࣪𖤐 has mastered the hip movement technique, he knows exactly when to fasten the pace, when to go slow and steady, when to go unguarded and ravage you as though you were a ragged doll.
ִ ࣪𖤐 soft grunts, and low groans as he shoots his load inside you, filling you to the brim.
ִ ࣪𖤐 makes sure your clit is getting stimulated and you’re reaching the third or fourth orgasm of the night while he is still propelling inside you, frantically chasing his own peak.
ִ ࣪𖤐 this man loves to observe your expressions when he’s giving you pleasure and torturing you to the brink of your sanity with his teasing touches and his insatiable mouth.
ִ ࣪𖤐 your moans, your cries, your whimpers and soft gasps turn him on more than any of those sexy set of Victoria’s Secret lingerie you wear for him sometimes.
ִ ࣪𖤐 this man is a boob freak for life, his lips are always wrapped around your nipples, mouth sucking, tongue licking and flicking across the hardened bud even when you’re done chasing highs and your spent bodies lay in silence.
ִ ࣪𖤐 “fuck, yeah.”
࣪𖤐 “it’s a shame that you can’t see how beautiful you look with my cock plunged deep inside you, baby.”
ִ ࣪𖤐 “that’s my girl.”
ִ ࣪𖤐 “cum for me, baby.”
࣪𖤐 “i love you, fuck, i love you.” he repeats it a few times.
࣪𖤐 he’d slow down the tempo of his thrusts the moment he notices you struggling to breathe or if you hiss, he’d retreat instantaneously. “you okay baby?” he’d gently ask while cradling your face between his large hands, his eyes wide with concern.
“should i go slower?”
and once he gets the green signal and the nod of approval from you he’d start to fasten the rythm of his thrusts again.
࣪𖤐 bro talks you through it, everytime.
ִ ࣪𖤐 he melts into this shy goofball the moment you’re finished riding down your high, he’d be brushing your hair back, peppering your neck and face with wet and lazy kisses, he becomes so clingy it almost suffocates you, his arms wrapped tightly around you while he keeps on smelling you, his head nuzzling against your neck. the dramatic contrast from this giant puppy to the merciless and cocky man who edged you three times is almost laughable.
࣪𖤐 aftercare with him feels like signing up for an unlimited subscription to a princess treatment program, he’d know from your mood alone if he needed to prepare the bathtub to please you with a warm bubble bath or if he just needed to wipe the cum off from between your thighs with wet wipes and cuddle you till you both fall asleep.
𖤐 “did i make you feel good?” he’d whisper in your ear, and you’d blush hiding into his chest, nodding, he’d chuckle endeared at your reaction before pulling your bare body against his equally bare one.
𖤐 and when you’d ask him the same question while caressing his chest, looking deep into his eyes, and he’d put his hands over yours, kiss your palm not once but twice, and quietly say “you always make me feel good, baby.”
࣪𖤐 in the morning he’ll wake you up with his mouth clamping on your clit, and two orgasms later you both finally manage to get your asses off the bed to wash up, he’ll cook the most unhealthy, oily breakfast for you, you’d sulk and grumble about gaining weight if he keeps on feeding you so much and he’d only peck you on the lips, smile bashfully, and feed you a piece of chicken. you’d playfully roll your eyes while a grin spread across your face, your heart widening ten folds. ‘he is the best thing that happened to you.’ you thought sentimentally.
࣪𖤐 this is how i imagine oc and jungkook’s dynamic visually, he is glued to you like this at all times, his roughness and neediness in bed is no joke, he can get TOO feral when he fully dives in, similar to a beast when he’s allowed to manhandle you however he pleases. but he is just SO careful and tender with you afterwards, you fear heart palpitations with how he looks at you, touches you, speaks to you and honestly it makes up for the pleasurable pain you felt before. ⤵︎
AUTHOUR'S NOTE.
hiya from bamberbola land! most of you probably know me/follow me from my first fic “above the sheets” which I posted a few days ago.
idk if this counts as a fic for others but to me it’s my second fic here.
please shower it with lots of LOVE and tell me if i should do more of these (i wanna try writing another headcon but with a different muse — since i only stan bts, it will be one of the other members) i didn’t notice that my ask options were closed oopsies, i opened them and even turned on the anon option. if you have any questions/theories regarding my fics, or any suggestions to share, hit me up there.
❪ 귀여운 ❫ fluff - scenarios - cortis x f!reader ノ boyfriend!au, not proofread 〃 ★ the boys as boyfriends getting jealous. (🗯️)
ZHAO JAMES
“James has smaller tho,” your male friend added, a harmless comment as he flexed his muscles. You couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh, though for James, that laugh was all the implication he needed to assume you agreed. His eyes instantly narrowed, glaring at the two of you—throwing daggers with his gaze while you remained too invested in the conversation to notice the storm you had stirred up.
He wasn’t the type to make a scene or call it out in public, but his silence spoke louder than words. The longer he stayed quiet, the more obvious it became—his jealousy practically flashing across his face like subtitles translating unspoken emotions. With that classic jealous expression, he forced a half-smile at the guy, before slipping an arm around your waist. A small, smug smirk followed, as if to silently remind him that no matter how big his biceps were, you were still James’.
But the moment the guy disappeared from sight, James’s hand dropped from your waist, his strides carrying him ahead of you like a prince who’d just been betrayed by his princess. “Hey?! You’re supposed to be the guy in this relationship, not me,” you called out, half-laughing, half-stunned at his sulking.
“Oh, my sweet angel, come back. I’m so sorry,” you baby-talked dramatically, not caring that you were on the street. Luckily, it was empty—because a second later, you burst out laughing hard at yourself, while James walked on, slightly embarrassed but unable to hide the way your silly voice cracked through his pout.
MARTIN EDWARDS
Martin couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he watched your friend lean in a little too close—ESPECIALLY WHEN MARTIN WAS RIGHT THERE!!! And even though it was just because you were showing something on your phone, Martin absolutely hated the way your friend rested his chin on your shoulder. That was his thing. Something only Martin got to do. You had even “signed” that agreement before you started dating, alongside twenty other rules you barely skimmed through—thinking it was just him being cute. But Martin? He took it very, very seriously.
“Isn’t this cute?” your friend asked, and you simply smiled, nodding. Martin was basically fuming at this point, heat simmering as he watched the two of you. And of course, being the one who couldn’t keep quiet, he cut in with an annoyed tone: “Baby, it’s getting late… why don’t we go home already?” The way he dropped that baby was less affection and more of a warning shot toward your friend, his grip firm as he tugged you by the hand without so much as a glance back.
But the second you both got home? He collapsed dramatically on the bed, turning away like a sulking child. You sighed, hands on your hips as you watched his broad back before climbing onto the mattress and smothering his face with kisses until his jealousy melted away. Honestly, you sometimes wondered why Martin—towering at 6ft—always needed the baby treatment in your relationship. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Not when you knew he did the exact same thing to you whenever you were the one grumpy and jealous.
KIM JUHOON
“Omg!! Look at him, Juhoon!!!” you gushed, patting his shoulder, trying to get him to rewatch Niki’s part in the MV for the tenth time. He rolled his eyes, biting back the urge to tell you to just go marry the guy if you were going to fangirl this hard. Instead, the words stayed trapped in his throat—replaced by the sudden press of his lips against yours. The kiss stole the breath right out of you, his hand firm on your shoulder, keeping you pinned against the back of the couch while your hands flew to his chest, desperately trying to push him off from how dizzy he was making you feel.
When he finally pulled away, he acted far too nonchalant, scrolling through Pinterest and swiping at pictures of pretty girls. But his eyes flickered to you in the corner of his vision, waiting to see if you’d get just as jealous. Instead, you sat there on the bed, stunned into silence, lips still tingling from the out-of-nowhere kiss. This wasn’t like Juhoon at all.
You kept poking at him, asking why he did that, completely oblivious to the fact he’d been jealous and was trying to cover it up. The next day, though? All your Riki photocards were mysteriously missing, every saved aesthetic picture of him wiped from your phone. The culprit? None other than the guy who always pretends to be chill.
EOM SEONGHYEON
Seonghyeon is the type to only get jealous when you give your attention away for too long—because that’s when it finally clicks for him. You staring at your phone and smiling? No problem, that’s normal and he does the same. But laughing at your screen, blushing at whatever’s on it, all while he’s sitting right next to you? Yeah, something’s definitely up, and he can sense it.
His ears would burn red, embarrassed by his own thoughts, as he starts poking your cheek harder than usual. “You’ll dig a hole in my cheek if you keep pressing like that,” you mutter in annoyance, shifting onto your side until your eyes meet his. But instead of looking away like he normally would, he holds that eye contact—fifteen seconds, maybe more—almost like it’s some kind of challenge, leaving you wondering why he’s acting so strange.
He’d never outright admit that he’s jealous, but his actions would tell on him anyway: an arm slipping around your waist, pulling you close to fall asleep; a sudden kiss pressed into your hair; clinging even tighter to you in his sleep. Sometimes he’d even hide your phone behind him so you couldn’t reach it. It was painfully obvious what was going on, but you’d just brush it off as one of his clingy episodes.
AHN KEONHO
You came home without the hoodie you left in, and Keonho noticed instantly. You’d gone out with friends wearing it, but now you were back in just the plain white t-shirt you’d layered underneath. His brow shot up immediately—because if you’d actually given someone else that hoodie, the same one you wouldn’t even let him touch, let alone try on, then something was seriously off.
“My friend took it, his shirt was all sweaty and looked weird—” you explained quickly, but Keonho’s ears perked at one single word. “He??” he repeated in disbelief. You gave a sheepish nod, and without another word he turned his back to you, lying on the couch and staring up at the ceiling like you’d just committed the ultimate betrayal.
“I’ll go and get my hoodie back if that’s what you want,” you offered, trying to ease his sulk, but that only made him whip his head around, glaring at you with the intensity of a puppy scorned. “You’re not taking that hoodie back,” he declared firmly, voice burning hotter than his expression. “We’ll buy a new one. A better one.”
Later on, he’d make an extra effort to pull you into matching hoodies, dragging you in front of a mirror for a selfie. The caption, before he posted it, said it all: proof she’s still mine, even if you manage to steal her hoodie, boo!! 😝❤️
