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[The Moment Before Forever]
Pairing: S.coups x Fiancée!FemReader
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life
Synopsis: Seungcheol can’t wait until the aisle to see you and some rules were just meant to be broken.
Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and Seungcheol being a dangerously handsome groom.
Word count: 502
Written by: Ash🪐
The wedding hall hums with excitement, but Seungcheol doesn’t hear a damn thing.
He is pacing the hallway, fists clenching and unclenching, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Not because he’s nervous about marrying you. Hell no. He has been ready for it since the moment you said yes. No, he’s on edge because he can’t see you yet.
“She’s not gonna disappear, you know,” Jeonghan says from his spot by the mirror, adjusting his tie. “You’re marrying her in like, twenty minutes.”
“I know,” Seungcheol mutters under his breath, eyes flicking towards the corridor where your bridal suite is. “I just… need to see her.”
Jeonghan freezes mid-adjustment. “You’re thinking of breaking the no-seeing-the-bride rule?”
“Rules don’t apply today,” Seungcheol says, already moving.
You’re standing in front of the mirror, fussing with a hairpin when the door creaks open behind you.
Your maid of honour gasps. “Cheol?! You can’t be in here! You’re gonna jinx it!”
You turn around, half-panicked, half-speechless. And there he is, your almost-husband, in his perfectly tailored grey suit, looking way too handsome. His eyes find yours and everything else fades.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs, stepping in and closing the door behind him as your maid of honour steps out to give you some privacy. “I just couldn’t wait.”
“Cheol,” you scold, but it comes out soft, your heart stuttering in your chest. “You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony—”
“Then sue me,” he interrupts, voice low, stepping closer to you. “Because the moment I imagined you in that dress, just minutes away from being my wife… I couldn’t think about anything else and I had to see you.”
You blush as he stops in front of you, his fingers brushing lightly down your bare arm, then resting at your waist. His gaze burns through the layers of lace like it’s nothing.
“Cheol—” you whisper, but he cuts you off, pressing his forehead gently against yours.
“No matter how incredible you look in this dress right now, and God, baby, you do—" His voice dips into a growl. "I can’t wait to take it off tonight.”
You suck in a breath, cheeks flushed and your heart racing wildly. “You’re ridiculous.”
He grins, that boyish, cocky smile you fell for years ago. “I’m in love. It’s incurable.”
Just then, you hear a knock on the door, Joshua’s voice calling, “We’re starting soon!”
“I have to leave you now?" He pouts dramatically. "I don't want to"
You smile, stepping onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “You get to marry me in like ten minutes.”
“Still not sure how I got so lucky.” Seungcheol presses a lingering kiss to your hand, eyes locked with yours. “You ready to be mine forever?”
You nod, barely managing to speak. “I already am.”
As he slips out of the room, he turns back for one last look. “I’ll try not to cry when I see you walk down the aisle.”
And he fails miserably.
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could I request a sub gaon drabble with edging + maybe overstim? you always write that so well🫶
aww thank you so much for the compliment nonie, and i'm so sorry for being so late with this one. writing motivation has been shit lately with how busy i've been😞 that being said however, this ask absolutely ruined me and i hope you like what i cooked up!! <3
[Crave]
Pairing: Sub!Gaon x Dom!Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: Things become interesting when Jiseok comes to bed horny.
Warnings: Gaon is referred to as Jiseok throughout the fic, Smut warnings below the cut.
Word Count: 1181
Written by Rae💫
Smut Warnings: Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Edging, Humiliation Kink, Crying, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do this!!), Reader calls Jiseok a slut once, kind of somnophilia at the beginning but not really.
When Jiseok slipped into the bed, you were already asleep.
That wasn’t a surprise. It was late after all, and Jiseok was glad you were getting enough sleep. The problem, however, was that Jiseok was horny. Really, really horny.
But you were asleep. And Jiseok couldn’t convince himself to wake you up for something so insignificant.
He wiggled around a bit, trying to get comfortable, willing himself to just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow. He was trying, he really was.
But then he made a stupid decision.
Jiseok pulled you close, wanting to feel your warmth hoping that it would lull him to sleep. It almost worked. But then you shifted a bit in your sleep and your thigh brushed against his dick.
Jiseok froze, the fabric of his shorts getting tighter, as the desire within him that he had tried so hard to tamp down, came back with a vengeance. He let out a choked whimper, hoping desperately that you would not wake up to him humping your thigh like a pervert.
His hopes were not answered. “Jiseok?” You asked, you voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing, baby?”
“G-go back to sleep, y/n, I’m fine.” He mumbled, trying to keep his hips still. You hadn’t realised how hard he was yet. He could still get away with it.
“Are you…hard?” You said, all traces of sleep vanishing from your voice.
Jiseok desperately tried to hold on to the last remnants of his pride. “No, I’m—” His sentence was cut off by his moan when you rubbed your thigh against his dick.
“You are!” You sounded way too gleeful for someone who had just discovered that their boyfriend was a pervert. “Aww darling, how long have you been like this?”
Ah. So you were going to mock him. “The entire day.” Jiseok whispered truthfully. Even though he knew what was coming, he could never lie to you.
“The entire day? Oh you poor thing.” You were enjoying this, your amused tone giving away just how faux your pity was. Jiseok whined, resisting the urge to curl up and hide under the sheets.
You bit back a grin, rubbing your thigh against him again. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
Jiseok’s head shot up in shock. “W-what?”
“I know you understood exactly what I meant, baby. You do want to come, don’t you?” You smiled, eyes glittering in the dark.
Jiseok knew exactly what you were saying. His cheeks dusted a pretty hue of pink as he began moving his hips your thighs. He panted, speeding up when you encouraged him by grinding against him, ruining his shorts as he chased his high.
Just as he was about to plummet off the edge, you moved away, holding his waist with your hand when he tried to chase you. “What–why–Y/n I was so close!” He complained, desperation turning his words into babbles.
“Oh were you?” You pouted. “I didn’t notice.”
You had. Jiseok knew that you had moved away deliberately. What he didn’t know was whether he was going to be coming tonight.
“Please baby, let me fuck you.” Jiseok pleaded.
“But I thought you liked this?” You asked, false innocence rolling off you in waves.
Jiseok’s breath stuttered. Were you not going to let him feel you? “What?” He mumbled, hoarsely.
“I thought you liked this?” You repeated. “I thought you liked getting off by humping my thigh, like a,” Your grin widened, “slut.”
So this was your ploy. Jiseok was helpless in your ruse, held captive by his want. When you rubbed your thigh against him again, as a sign to go on, Jiseok dived right back in, hoping against all hope, that you would let him come.
Again he reached the edge dangerously fast and again you pulled away just before he could fall off. Even though Jiseok knew it was going to happen, he still sobbed, hips squirming against the air, trying to find any relief.
Maybe you took pity on him because you pulled him in a bruising kiss, that had his mind spinning. But then you rolled you thigh against him again Jiseok realised that you weren't going to give in that easily.
So he did the only thing he could think about doing. He begged. “Y/n, baby, please. Please. I’ve been so desperate the entire day, baby please.”
He definitely knew how to play the part. Eyes wide, lips parted, tears clinging his lashes. He was a sight to behold. You almost gave in. Almost.
You pulled him in another kiss, pushing him back and perching yourself in his lap. His hands immediately went to support you, holding your waist. He moaned in the kiss when you started moving, rolling your hips against his. He was so needy he could come like this.
You seemed to realise that because you paused when his moans turned airy, breaking the kiss and moving away again.
Jiseok was crying now, his desperation leaking out of his eyes and running down his cheeks. You beamed at him, kissing his tears away. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Jiseok couldn't help but lean into your affection, even though you were the reason for his current torment. He couldn’t even beg now, nothing bur incoherent mumbles falling from his mouth.
Finally you seemed take pity on him, pulling his shorts off to reveal his dick. He was painfully hard, pre come leaking out of his tip running down like tears. You traced a finger over his dick following the same path that his pre come had.
That was all it took. With a cry of your name, Jiseok came.
For the first time, you looked surprised. But then you quickly schooled your expression, letting a chuckle slip. “Oh you weren’t lying when you said you were desperate, were you?”
Jiseok’s cheeks burned, shame and desire swirling inside him. He was still coming down from his high when you slipped your pants off to reveal just how wet you were. Jiseok's eyes widened. You were soaked.
His legs were still trembling when you climbed back on his lap, sinking down on his dick. He moaned, head rolling to the side, shaking because of how sensitive he was. “W-what are you doing?” Jiseok whispered, voice barely audible because of the overstimulation.
“It’s not fair if only you get to come, is it?” You pouted. “After you woke me up too.”
Before Jiseok could answer, you started rolling your hips again, moaning as you chased your own high. It was too much, your walls fluttering against him, your lips leaving little marks on his neck. Jiseok only realised we was crying again when your fingertips wiped his tears away.
He couldn’t help it anymore. Jiseok came again, hard. You didn’t stop however, you didn’t even slow down. You continued what you were doing, not caring as he squirmed under you, crying.
Realisation dawned on Jiseok that you weren’t going to stop until you had gotten what you wanted from him.
It was going to be a long night.
[Dream come true]
Pairing: Wonwoo x FemReader
Genre: Best friends to Lovers, Fluff, Soft Smut
Synopsis: When Wonwoo confesses a dream he had about you, the air between you both shifts
Warnings: Smutt, soft dom!Wonwoo, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this), mutual pining, emotional vulnerability, soft praise, friends-to-lovers tension
Word count: 2278
Written by: Ash🪐
You were at your best friend’s apartment, just like any other lazy Sunday. The soft sound of rain against the windows wrapped the room in its calm, and you were curled up with Wonwoo on the couch, both of your legs tangled under the blanket.
It was the kind of closeness you had already shared a hundred times before. But today, something in the air felt charged. It felt different and heavy with unspoken things. Your skin tingled with a strange anticipation and every brush of his arm or graze of his hoodie sleeve against your wrist sent goosebumps up your spine. You glanced over to look at your best friend. His glasses sat low on his nose, his hair still slightly damp from the drizzle earlier and he looked effortlessly beautiful, yet completely unaware of it. He was reading with brows slightly furrowed and jaw relaxed, but your eyes lingered on his mouth a moment too long.
“You gonna keep staring, or...?” he said with his low and teasing voice.
You jumped slightly, flustered. “I wasn’t.”
He didn’t look up. “You were,” he said, the corner of his mouth curving up in a smirk that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
“You wish,” you muttered, turning your gaze back to the rain. But your heart was racing now.
“It’s the rain,” you added, trying to sound casual. “It makes everything feel... weird.”
“Mm,” he hummed, pretending to read. “You always get soft when it rains.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck behind your teeth as a distant roll of thunder rumbled.
“I had a dream about you,” Wonwoo said suddenly, his voice quiet but clear.
You blinked. “What kind of dream?”
He didn’t answer right away. He closed his book slowly and set it on the table without looking at you. “You kissed me,” he said finally. “Just kissed me. But it felt like I’d been waiting forever for it.”
“Was it... weird?” you asked, trying to sound light, but your voice cracked slightly.
“No,” he said, and this time he looked right at you. “It was the opposite. It felt like everything made sense, all at once. Like everything before had just been... waiting for that.”
You didn’t know what to say and the air between you stretched.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said softly. “I can’t tell if that’s a bad sign.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
Wonwoo exhaled, his gaze flickering down to your lips before settling back on your eyes. “Because I was scared. I thought if I said it out loud, it would break whatever this is. And I didn’t want to lose you. But lately... it’s getting harder to act like I don’t notice how good it feels when your knee touches mine. Or how I keep making excuses to sit closer than I need to. How I keep catching myself looking at your mouth instead of your eyes.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
“I don’t just look at you like a friend anymore,” he went on, voice low and uneven now. “I look at you like someone I want to know every part of. Not just your favourite takeout or your coffee order. I want to know how your skin feels under my hands. What kind of sounds you make when someone’s kissing you slowly. I want—”
“Wonwoo-” you whispered, breath shaky.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking down again, this time slower. “I want you. And I’ve been trying so hard to hide it. But it’s killing me not to touch you when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?” you asked, barely breathing.
“Like you want me too,” he murmured.
You didn’t move.
Neither did he.
But you could feel the tension strung tight between you, so you closed the distance.
And kissed him.
It wasn’t careful, not really. It was years of tension unravelling all at once. His lips moved against yours slowly, like he was tasting something forbidden. His hands came to your waist, fingers flexing but not pulling, as if they were waiting for permission.
When you moved closer, you felt the quiet exhale he gave against your lips, relief maybe, or something even deeper. The kiss deepened gradually. Your hands twisted in his hoodie. He exhaled softly against your lips, and that small sound shifted something in you. When his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your back, he paused, pressing your foreheads together.
“We don’t have to,” he whispered. “We can stop here.”
You shook your head, just barely. “Don’t want to stop. Not anymore.”
He gave you that soft, boyish smile that disarmerd you everytime. And when he kissed you again, it felt like everything was finally falling into place. His hands rested softly at your hips, thumbs tracing quiet circles over the fabric of your shirt before he pulled you into his lap. His lips parted for you easily, and you sank into him as his hands slid up your back, under your shirt, feeling you for the first time.
When your hips shifted in his lap, his breath caught in his throat. You felt the undeniable pressure of him beneath you, and something about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world he had ever truly wanted, made your whole body ache with anticipation.
“Can I take this off?” he asked quietly, his fingers grazing the hem of your shirt.
You nodded, lifting your arms as he slowly tugged it over your head. He didn’t speak right away. He just looked at you for a long, quiet moment and then his hands rose gently to your face, cupping it softly.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered it like he had known it all along and finally had the chance to say it out loud.
He leaned in, and instead of kissing your mouth right away, he pressed his lips to your cheek, then to your temple, then to the edge of your jaw. Each kiss was deliberate and patient. He was learning you this way now, after waiting for years. When his mouth reached your neck, he lingered there, simply breathing you in.
Your hands found their way into his hair, lightly tugging at it as his mouth drifted lower to your collarbone, where he kissed you again and again until you gasped softly, unable to hold the sound back.
He smiled against your skin. “That’s the sound I wanted to hear.”
You let your bra slip from your shoulders, and he paused, looking up at you with eyes full of love, asking not just for permission to touch you, but for permission to cherish you. When you nodded, his hands slid up your sides, fingertips brushing over your ribs before his thumbs grazed across your nipples, making you shiver beneath him. He kissed the space between your boobs, then moved lower, his mouth closing gently over one while his hand caressed the other, all of it slow and intentional, like he wanted to memorize how you responded to every touch.
There was no urgency in his movements, no rush. It wasn’t about lust, he was taking his time to learn your body and to discover your reactions
When he eased you back onto the couch, his hand stayed in yours. He knelt between your legs and started with the inside of your knee, trailing kisses up your thigh without rushing toward the obvious. His fingers smoothed over your hips like he was calming you, letting you know you were safe with him.
You breathed his name, soft and pleading. “Wonwoo…”
“I want to take care of you. I’ve thought about this. About you.”
He looked up at you as he slowly slid your shorts and underwear down together, his gaze never wavering, like he was falling in love all over again just by seeing you like this.
And then he kissed you there.
It wasn’t hurried or teasing. It was a soft, open-mouthed kiss that made your entire body tremble. He groaned, like just the taste of you undid him.
His tongue moved with purpose, gentle and slow, while his hands held your thighs steady. You arched toward him, your breath coming fast, your fingers gripping the edge of the blanket.
“Just like that,” you whispered.
Wonwoo looked up and smiled, flushed and breathless, his glasses fogged up, his hair already messy from your hands. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, then dipped back down, slower now, drawing circles with his tongue that made you gasp.
He treated you carefully. When he slid a single finger inside, he watched your reaction closely, adjusting to your every movement and sound.
“More?” he asked gently.
You nodded. “Yes.”
He added another finger, working in rhythm with his tongue, and your voice cracked from the intensity. Your hips rose, your body trembling as the pleasure built.
“That’s it, love. Let go. I’ve got you.”
You came with a soft cry, your body trembling as he held you through it, never letting go, kissing your thighs as you slowly came back to yourself. When he finally moved up to hold you again, your arms reached for him instinctively, needing him close.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead.
You nodded, still catching your breath. “More than okay.”
When he moved back up to you, you pulled him back into your arms. His mouth found yours and your hand slid down in his sweatpants to wrap around him. He gasped into your mouth. “Your turn,” you whispered cheekily
You stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand, watching the way his breath stuttered and his body tensed as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how undone he looked already.
“God,” he whispered, his voice barely holding together. “That feels… too good.”
You kissed the corner of his mouth, your hand moving in slow, steady strokes. “Good.”
You let your thumb brush across the head of him, slick and warm, and his hips jerked slightly into your hand before he caught your wrist, stilling your movements with a gentle grip.
“If you keep doing that,” he said, voice low and rough, his lips ghosting over your cheek, “I’m not going to last.”
“Then don’t wait,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “I want you. Now.”
His hand moved down your thigh, fingers spreading wide as they traced your skin like he was memorizing every inch. He lined himself up carefully, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pressed into you, the thick head of him parting you inch by inch.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
“I am,” you said, voice trembling.
He entered you with one long, slow push that made both of you gasp. You clung to him, your hands on his back, holding him close as he filled you completely. He stayed there for a moment, unmoving, forehead pressed to yours, and the only sounds between you were your shaky breaths and the quiet rhythm of rain against the windows.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
You nodded, reaching up to cup his jaw and pull him into a kiss. “Better than okay.”
When he started to move, he let you feel every part of him with each thrust. Your bodies fit together so perfectly that it felt almost unreal, like something you had only dreamed until now.
You moaned softly against his mouth, and he kissed you harder, deeper, his hands exploring your body like he still couldn’t believe you were real. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, the space between your breasts, and with every motion of his body, he gave more of himself, and with every kiss, he asked for more of you.
“You feel unreal,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. “Like I’ve been dreaming this... and I just woke up inside it.”
You cupped his face, your smile trembling with emotion as tears you hadn’t expected filled your eyes.
“This is real,” you whispered.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the pace between you grew more desperate. He kept whispering your name with every roll of his hips. When his rhythm faltered and your body began to tremble again, his breath was warm against your skin.
“Let go with me,” he whispered. “Please… I want to feel it.”
And you did.
Your second climax built slowly, pulling you apart until you gasped his name and held on tight. He followed soon after, whispering your name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, his body shuddering as he released deep inside you.
He collapsed gently on top of you, arms around your waist, still holding you like he couldn’t stand to let go. You traced slow shapes on his back with your fingers, your bodies tangled together, your breathing slowly evening out.
After a long, quiet moment, he pulled back just enough to see your face.
“You okay?” he asked again, his voice low and full of care.
You nodded, your whole body still humming from everything he had given you. “Yeah. You?”
He nodded too, his eyes soft and searching. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
You smiled and brushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead.
“I love you,” he said again, his voice clear and steady now.
You kissed him, your hand cupping his cheek. “I love you too.”
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[Because someone should]
Pairing: Jeonghan x Fem!Reader
Genre: Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort
Synopsis: Feeling numb and tired of pretending, you’re barely holding it together until Jeonghan offers quiet comfort without asking for explanations.
Warnings: Emotionally exhausted reader, implied burnout
Word count: 869
Written by: Ash🪐
Lately, everything felt unbearably loud in a way that wasn’t about sound at all.
You weren’t sad, not exactly. You were just tired. Tired of people, tired of pretending, tired of the invisible pressure to be okay. You kept showing up, smiling when expected, replying to messages with emojis that felt hollow, nodding at the right moments so no one suspected anything was wrong. You laughed when everyone else did, but no one seemed to notice that yours faded quicker than theirs.
No one except Jeonghan.
He didn’t confront you about it, neither did he try to coax a confession out of you. He just watched in a quiet, observant way that felt more comforting than invasive.
At group hangouts, when the others were lively and joking, he never pushed you to join in. He simply slid the last piece of pizza your way without saying anything or draped his hoodie over the back of your chair when he noticed you shiver. You weren’t even sure if he realized how much those things meant.
The group had been gathered once again at Mingyu’s place. The living room was dim, scattered with bottles and the remnants of snacks and music playing softly from the speaker. You were curled into the corner of the couch, half-listening to a conversation you weren’t part of, staring at a frayed thread on the carpet as your thoughts drifted elsewhere.
When you glanced up, Jeonghan was already looking at you from across the room.
He didn’t look away. He didn’t smile either. He just met your eyes steadily.
People began to leave eventually, in pairs and small groups. The door opened and closed, goodbyes echoing faintly. You stood, murmuring something about heading out too, but Jeonghan spoke before you could reach the door.
“Hey,” he said, almost carefully. “Do you want to come over to my place?”
You blinked at him, not sure if you had heard him right.
He didn’t rush you. He just added, “You don’t have to come, I just thought you needed a change of place.”
You nodded without thinking. The idea of going back to your apartment, of sitting in that silence with your thoughts pressing in around you, felt like too much. So when he gently nodded his head towards the door, you followed.
His place was warm and soft with ambient lighting.
He didn't speak a word since leaving Mingyu's place, and honestly the silence didn't feel like it was crushing you. He headed into the kitchen as soon as y'all reached his place and returned a few minutes later with a mug that smelled like chamomile and honey.
He handed the mug to you without a word and noticed the way your hands trembled slightly around it but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he set a folded blanket next to you on the couch and placed a hoodie on top of it.
“You can put that on if you’re cold,” he said.
You sat there quietly, the tea warming your hands. The weight in your chest didn't go away, but somehow it felt a little more bearable in that space that asked nothing from you.
He sat down on the other side of the couch, letting a comfortable silence settle between you.
Time passed slowly, and at some point, you leaned your head against the back of the couch and whispered, your voice barely audible, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just tired. All the time.”
He did not fill the silence with hollow comfort. He didn’t offer tired clichés or pretend to have solutions. He just nodded, his gaze steady and understanding.
“Then rest,” he said simply. “You don’t need a reason.”
There was something in his tone that made your throat tighten unexpectedly. No one had ever said that to you before. No one had ever allowed you to just feel the way you felt without asking for an explanation.
You didn’t reply, but you thought he understood.
Later, when you started to drift off, your phone slipped from your hand mid-scroll. He gently took it from you and placed it on the table. His fingers brushed through your hair with a featherlight touch, careful and tender. You didn’t think you had ever felt so quietly cared for.
When you woke, you weren’t sure how much time had passed. The rain tapped against the window in steady rhythms, and Jeonghan was still there, sitting beside you. His eyes were on the glass, watching the drops slide down.
You sat up slowly, pulling the blanket closer around your shoulders.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, not even sure what answer you were hoping for.
He didn’t look surprised by the question. He turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable for a moment before his features settled into something gentle.
“Because someone should,” he said, voice even.
You blinked, caught by the simplicity of it.
Then he added, a little more quietly, “And I want to be that someone.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. So instead, you shifted closer and rested your head on his shoulder.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt genuinely okay.
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[Trigger Warning]
Pairing: Idol!Dino x Choreographer!Reader
Genre: Idol AU, Secret Relationship, SMUT
Synopsis: A late-night dance practice session with Dino turns steamy
Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe), getting caught, dirty talk, established secret relationship, soft dom!Dino
Word count: 1034
Written by: Ash🪐
Request: @taejung-0
A/N: IK IT'S TOO SHORT BUT I PROMISE TO WRITE A BETTER ONE WHENEVER INSPIRATION STRIKES ME (hope you like this one tho)
You weren’t supposed to be here this late.
But ‘last-minute touch-ups’ turned into Chan tugging his hoodie off and muttering, “Come here,” like he hadn’t just seen you bare the night before.
You were technically his choreographer (at least that’s what HYBE’s payroll said). But behind studio doors and dimmed hallway lights, you were his secret.
He had insisted on you choreographing Trigger. It was his only condition for the comeback. “No one understands the way I move like Y/N does,” he had said to the company. You should’ve known that wasn’t just about dance.
His solo track looped in the background, heavy bass pulsing through the practice room.
Chan had you pinned against the mirror by the time the chorus hit, your leg hooked around his waist, his lips hot against your neck.
“You’re not even pretending to work anymore,” you whispered, half out of breath.
His hand slid beneath your tank top. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
His fingers curled around your hip, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel how hard he already was.
“Chan,” you breathed, biting back a moan when his mouth traced the shell of your ear.
He groaned, low in his throat, before pulling your tank top over your head in one smooth motion. Your bra followed, his hands rough and greedy now, thumbs grazing over your nipples until you gasped.
“Tell me to stop.”
“You know I won’t.”
“Fuck… look at you,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “Always so ready for me.”
You pulled his sweatpants low, just enough for his cock to spring free, flushed and heavy against his stomach. You dropped to your knees, fingers wrapping around him as he leaned back on the wall with a soft hiss.
Your tongue flicked over the head, slow and deliberate. His hand tangled in your hair, not forcing, just holding.
“You’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep..ah, shit-”
He tugged you up before you could finish, spinning you toward the mirror and bending you over the padded floor. Your palms hit the surface, legs already shaking with need.
“Want me to fuck you like this?” he asked, lining himself up behind you.
You nodded, too breathless to speak.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, your body stretching to take him.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, both hands gripping your hips. “And you’re dripping already.”
You moaned, pressing back against him.
He didn’t hold back after that.
Each thrust drove you forward into the mirror, the sound of skin against skin echoing over the music. One hand reached forward, fingers curling around your throat as he leaned in.
“Look at yourself,” he whispered against your ear. “Look how good you take me.”
You met your own reflection, flushed cheeks, parted lips, sweat beading down your chest and the sight of him behind you, shirtless and wild-eyed, nearly sent you over the edge.
“Chan.. fuck, I’m close”
His hand slid down between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts. “Come for me. Right here, where anyone could walk in.”
That did it.
You came with a shuddering cry, legs trembling, body pulsing around him. He cursed, fucking you through it, chasing his own high.
“Shit” He groaned “Gonna come inside”
You pushed back harder, moaning, “Do it. Please.”
He buried himself deep and came with a ragged moan of your name, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your shoulder.
And that’s exactly when the door slammed open.
“Dino-ya Got some banana mil-“
You froze.
Chan didn’t even turn around.
“Hoshi-hyung, GET OUT.”
Your soul left your body.
Chan groaned into your shoulder without pulling out. You slapped a hand over your mouth, wide-eyed, staring at the mirror in front of you (not at your disheveled hair or flushed skin or the fact that you were very much still bent over the floor) at the reflection of Hoshi standing in the open doorway, expression twisted in horror.
“H-hyung—” Chan managed, still not moving. “Can you... not? Please?”
“CAN I NOT?!” Hoshi screeched, turning dramatically to face the hallway. “I CAME TO BRING YOU A BANANA MILK AND INSTEAD I GET TRAUMA. TRAUMA!!!”
You scrambled forward, grabbing the discarded hoodie on the floor to cover your chest, mortified beyond belief. “Soonyoung, please—”
“Oh no, don’t you ‘Soonyoung’ me like we’re friends,” he said, eyes covered with both hands as he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna need THERAPY.”
The door slammed shut behind him.
Silence.
You and Chan were both breathing heavily. He was still buried deep inside you.
“...Should I pull out now or wait until the shame wears off?” he murmured.
You snorted and slapped his thigh. “Chan!”
“What? I’m trying to lighten the mood. Hoshi might never look at me again.”
“Oh, he’ll look,” you muttered. “He just might scream while doing it.”
You sighed, fully collapsing onto the mat. Chan finally slipped out of you and flopped beside you, groaning into your shoulder.
“I was gonna take you out for a real date after this,” he said. “Buy you dinner. Maybe make a move under a streetlamp like a normal person.”
You laughed, cheeks still warm. “And instead I got railed in a studio and traumatized your hyung.”
“You’re welcome.”
You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “So... now what?”
Chan leaned up on one elbow, his eyes soft despite the sweat in his hair and the mess between you. “Now we stop pretending it’s a secret, probably. Because Hoshi has the biggest mouth in the company.”
You sighed again. “So much for keeping things under wraps.”
“I mean,” he grinned, “could be worse.”
You raised an eyebrow. “How?”
He leaned in, whispering against your ear, “Could’ve been Seungcheol.”
You both shuddered.
A moment passed. He reached over and tucked your hair behind your ear, still a little breathless, a little flushed.
“You know I’m serious about you, right?” he asked, quieter this time.
You met his eyes.
“I know.”
He smiled. “Cool. Wanna go for round two? Studio’s already cursed.”
You paused. Thought about it. Then shoved him back down and climbed on top of him.
“Better make it count.”
Taglist: @bononbonon
[One Day At A Time]
Pairing: Best friend!San x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut, A smidge of Angst(sorry), Best Friends to Lovers
Synopsis: San turned up to your movie night for two, acting strangely. You were determined to figure out why.
Warnings: Nick names, Smut Warnings below the cut.
Word Count: 1875
Written by Rae💫
A/N: Happy birthday Ash!! I really hope you liked this, I've never felt this nervous about about a fic before lmaoo so even if you don't like it, pretend that you do🤪
Smut Warnings: Soft Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Pussy Eating, Fingering, Protected Sex, Edging, Praise(?), Dirty Talk
Something about San felt off today.
The two of you were having your usual Friday move night together. It was like any other Friday. San had turned up with drinks and you had just finished microwaving the popcorn before plopping down beside him. You had even let him choose the movie.
It was normal. It should have been normal. But San wouldn’t look at you. He would even touch you, sitting so far away from you that he looked like he was almost falling off the sofa. He hadn’t spoken a word since he had arrived.
That was weird. Usually the two of you would be cuddling, and talking about literally anything and everything. Your movie nights were rarely about actually watching the movie, they were more about catching up with your best friend. This wasn’t like San at all to not only not talk to you, but flat out ignore you.
And you had tried to catch his attention, but none of your attempts seemed to work. He was dead set on ignoring you. Not being able to withstand the silence, you paused the movie.
Turning to San, you spoke up, “Sannie, are you okay?”
San stiffened but he still wouldn’t look at you. “I’m fine, Y/n, turn the movie back on.” He said, flatly.
You almost flinched. You had never heard that tone from San before. It made the panic that had been swirling inside you rise up faster. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked, hesitantly, trying to tamp down the tears welling up in your eyes.
San’s head shot to the side to look at you and he sprang up from the sofa, rushing to you when he saw that you were close to crying. He cupped your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. “Wait, no, don’t cry Y/n, I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s all me.” His voice was soft, soothing.
You sniffled. “Why were you ignoring me then?”
San ducked his head, pink creeping up on his ears. “It’s stupid.” He muttered.
You grabbed his hands, pulling them down and holding them with yours. “Tell me.”
San let out a sigh. His eyes dropped to your hands, studying the way you were playing with his fingers. “I was,” He began, his voice growing smaller, “I was jealous.”
You were confused now. What was he talking about?
“Why?” You asked, baffled.
San’s shoulders tensed, before relaxing again. “Remember that guy you told me about? The coworker who asked you out on a date?”
That didn’t help with your rising confusion at all. “Yes? What about him?”
San didn’t say anything for a while, just fidgeting with your fingers. You were trying to be patient but you also wanted answers. Just as you were about to speak up, San started rambling. “I-I was jealous for him because I wanted to be the one taking you out on dates. I know that you’re probably dating him and that I just ruined our friendship and I’m sorry but—”
You cut him off. “What?!” You almost yelled in surprise.
San looked miserable. “I’m sorry.” He whispered dropping your hands and trying to move away.
You scrambled to grab his hands again, stopping him from going far. “Wait!”
San looked like he wished he would be literally anywhere else. Still he sat down, not letting go of your hands.
You took a deep breath. “You’re an idiot you know.”
San flinched. “You don’t need to insult me. I know it’s stupid, falling for your best friend.”
You rolled your eyes. “Let me finish. You don’t need to be jealous of that guy. I already turned him down. Do you know why I turned him down? Because I’m an idiot who fell for their best friend too.”
San looked at you with so much hope that you almost melted. “You mean…?”
“Yes, you dummy, I like you too.” You giggled.
The smile that broke out on San’s face was the most dazzling thing you had ever seen. He pulled you into him, trapping you into a bear hug. You smiled and rested your chin on his shoulder, planting a soft kiss there.
Later when the two of you had started watching the movie again and were cuddling each other, you wondered, “So that’s why you were ignoring me today?”
San cringed. “Partly, yes.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Partly? What was the other reason?”
San closed his eyes, burying his face into his hands. “Can we just drop it?” He muttered.
You pulled his hand away, lacing your fingers with his. “No. Tell me.”
San’s face flushed, and he chewed on his lips. “You’re wearing shorts.”
“Yeah, and?” You questioned, before realization struck. “Oh my god! You got hard, didn’t you?”
“Y/n, don’t” San sighed.
“Are you still hard?” You freed your hand from his and trailed it downwards, rubbing over his dick.
“Y/n—” San’s warning was cut off by a groan. He grabbed your hand, stopping you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You looked at him innocently, hiding your grin. “I’m just being a good girlfriend and trying to help you out.”
San looked like he was fighting a losing battle with himself. Finally, he dropped your hand and started playing with the hem of your shorts. “Can I?”
You nodded and he pulled them and your underwear off in one swift motion, falling to his knees in front of you. You spread your legs wider and San’s eyes sparkled. “I always knew you had a pretty pussy, baby, but this is prettier than anything I ever imagined.”
“Y-you’ve imagined this?” You whimpered, getting wetter the more he talked.
San nodded, a grin pulling the corners of his lips upwards. “Of course I’ve imagined this baby. I’ve imagined the pretty sounds you’d make too and I’ve imagined how much of a good girl you would be for me.”
You moaned. He hadn’t even done anything yet but you were desperate to feel him. “San, please.” You pleaded.
“Please what, baby? You need to tell me what you want.” He was teasing you. You hear it in his voice.
You whined. “Anything! Anything, just, please touch me.”
San’s smile grew even wider. “Okay. Whatever my good girl wants.”
He leaned down and spat on your pussy, making a shiver run through your body. And the he was all over you, eating you out like he had been starving for days. You keened, hands rushing to clutch at his hair. Your high was approaching fast. You moaned gripping his hair like a lifeline to keep him where he was.
Just as you were about to fall off the edge, San stopped. He moved away, having the absolute nerve to beam at you.
“San—what—why—I was so close!” You protested, tears beginning to build up at the corner of your eyes.
San pouted at you. “But I want us to come together. Don’t you want to come on my dick, pretty girl?”
Damn him for being so cute and damn you for liking him so much. You felt your anger at the ruined orgasm melting away and desire taking its place again as you pleaded for San to fuck you.
“Patience baby.” San smiled, kissing you softly. “I need to stretch you out first.”
“Hurry up then!” You grumbled.
San almost giggled at how cute you were being. He started pushing one finger in slowly, but you were so wet that his finger slipped right in. You moaned, your nails leaving indents in his shoulders when he added a second finger, curling them into Your orgasm was starting to build up again and you grinded down on his hand when he added a third finger, the sounds that you were letting slip filling the room.
Again your high approached and again San didn’t let you fall off the edge, pulling his hand away before you could. You cried in protest, pleading for him to let you come.
“Alright, I think I’ve stretched you out enough, baby.” San grinned at you like he wasn’t being evil. “Do you have a condom?”
You nodded. “Bedroom. Left bedside table, first drawer.”
San got up, to find the condom and you tried to gather your senses.
“Found it!” San cheered, walking back towards you.
You giggled at how silly he was being. He quickly rushed to you, rolling the condom over his dick. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. He pushed in slowly, to not hurt you. You rolled your hips up, telling him to move, do anything, give you some relief.
San smirked at your desperation but he wasn’t doing any better either. He had been feeling the pressure build up ever since he saw you in those shorts that barely covered anything at all. He sped up determined to get you there first.
You cried out his name as your orgasm crashed over you and San didn’t think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as you. He followed soon after you, panting as he came down from his high. San slowly pulled his dick out of you and you squirmed because of how sensitive you were. He removed the condom and tied it up, going to throw it away.
You tried catching your breath as the reality of what you had just done crashed over you. It had all happened so quickly that you didn’t have time to actually think about what you were doing. You were fucking, no, you were dating your best friend. There were so many things that could go wrong. You could break up. And you lose not only your boyfriend but also your best friend. Once the doubts started creeping in, they wouldn’t stop.
San came back, laughing about how you would have to change your sofa now. But the moment he saw your face all humor vanished.
He rushed towards you, falling beside you. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned.
“No, no it’s not that, Sannie, you didn’t hurt me.” You swallowed the lump that was building up in your throat. “It’s just…what if we break up?”
San breathed a sigh of relief, before shaking his head fondly. “You getting too caught up in your head again. That won’t happen. Let’s just enjoy what we have, okay? We’ll take one day at a time.”
You searched his face, looking for signs of any uncertainty. When you found none, you nodded, giving him a smile. “Okay. I like you.”
San beamed. “I like you too, you silly baby.”
“Hey!” You frowned in mock anger. “I’m not silly.”
“You are.” San teased, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “But you’re my silly baby.”
He kissed your pout away, lingering a bit. Then he pulled away and said, “Come on. We should get cleaned up.”
You sent him a lovesick grin, spreading your arms. “Carry me to shower?”
San sent you an exasperated look that was way too fond to look real. He picked you up, anchoring you in his arms and giggling when he pretended to drop you and you squealed, yelling at him for being mean.
One day at a time. You could do that, if you were with San.
[Good Boy]
Pairing: Sub!Hyeongjun x Dom!Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: You make Hyeongjun sit still while you do his makeup and sit on his dick.
Warnings: Hyeongjun and Reader call each other baby, Hyeongjun is referred to as “good boy”, No pronouns used for reader but they do have a vagina, Smut warnings below the cut
Word Count: 558
Written by: Rae💫
Smut Warnings: Cockwarming, Edging
“You’re not allowed to move baby.” You said, saccharine dripping from your voice as you adjusted yourself on Hyeongjun’s lap.
Hyeongjun felt like he was about to burst. When you had first proposed the idea, Hyeongjun had agreed easily to it, the thought of trying not to move while you sat on his cock sending a pleasant chill down his spine. Besides, he would do whatever you asked him to anyway, he just wanted to be a good boy for you.
But the way your walls were hugging his dick and the way you had been slowly rolling your hips just enough to keep him on the edge, were driving him crazy.
“Come on, baby,” Your sentence was punctured by another drag of your hips, making your voice breathy at the end, “I know you’re going to look so pretty once I finish your make-up”
It was too much; your voice, the way you moved. It was making Hyeongjun’s head spin. He babbled something incoherent, nails digging into the arms of the chair, barely stopping himself from driving his hips forward.
He shifted slightly and you frowned. “What are you doing, Junnie? I thought you were supposed to be my good boy?”
Hyeongjun’s head snapped up. “I am!” His voice cracked. “I am your good boy.”
You bit back a smile. “Well a good boy wouldn’t move when I told him not to, would he?”
Before he could respond, you leaned forward, attaching your lips to his neck. The skin bloomed purple-red as you sucked on the bite you had left and Hyeongjun groaned. “Stay still.” You whispered against his skin and Hyeongjun shivered, the warning sending a wave of desire running down his body.
You were looking at him and Hyeongjun realized that you were waiting for an answer. “I-I will. Sorry.” He stammered, your resulting smirk making him shudder.
You went back to your ministrations, not pausing your hips. The pressure built up again and Hyeongjun found himself panting. He tried to regulate his breathing, tried to stop his legs shaking. You were everywhere, your walls fluttering around him, the pressure of your thighs on his, the hickey you left on his neck throbbing. You were overwhelming. But he could take it, he had to.
Then you curled your hand around him and tugged at his hair and Hyeongjun broke. He threw his head back and moaned so loudly he was sure the neighbors could hear. You didn’t pause rolling your hips, though. If anything, you moved faster bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Hyeongjun groaned pleading you to keep moving and let him come. He was so close.
You stopped moving and his orgasm slipped away. “No, no, no, why did you stop?!” He cried.
“You know the rules, Hyeongjun.” Your voice was cold and your smile wide.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby. Please Y/n, just let me come once, please.” He begged, a tear slipping out.
Your eyes softened. You gently wiped his tear away. “Aww baby, you look like a mess.” You cooed, reaching to the side table and grabbing a wet wipe to clean his makeup away.
“Let’s begin again, shall we?” You grinned. Your tone was mocking and so so sweet. “Stay still this time and don’t force me to start again if you want to come tonight, baby.”
Taglist: @joocomics
soo what's your opinion on jungsu + praise kink?
oh my god nonie jungsu has SUCH a huge prise kink jahzjzbddg he'd go crazy when you compliment him. also your ask made me write the softest smut i've written omggg aahhh kim jungsu you’re such a sweetheart. i hope you like it, nonie <3
[Pretty]
Pairing: Sub!Jungsu x Dom!Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: You think Jungsu has a praise kink and you're going to prove yourself right.
Warnings: Lots of nicknames, might give you diabetes because of how sweet it is, Smut warnings below the cut.
Word Count: 895
Written by Rae💫
Smut Warnings: Blow Job, Praise Kink, Marking, Body Worship(?)
It began with an offhand compliment.
Jungsu had handed you your coffee and you said, “Thank you, pretty boy.”
You hadn’t meant to start anything by it. You had almost missed the way the term had slipped out of you. What you didn’t miss was Jungsu’s reaction.
He froze, a smile curling up on his lips even as his ears turned red. “So I'm pretty boy now huh?” He grinned.
You knew he was trying to play it off by teasing you but you had seen the way he had shifted from one foot to another, gaping at you for a moment before pretending to be unaffected.
You smirked. “You were always my pretty boy, Jungsu, you know that.”
His grin faltered and his breath stuttered.
Interesting.
You smiled sweetly at him before walking away, sipping your coffee, leaving him staring behind you.
After that, you began to notice it happen more often. Whenever you would compliment him, Jungsu would giggle and try to play it off but you saw the blush creeping up on his cheeks every single time.
You saw the way he would squirm a little when you praised him. The way he would duck his head down, the way his breaths would get a bit shallow. The way he would act...turned on.
You had a theory. And you were going to prove it.
Jungsu was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone when you sat down beside him. You leaned to his side and he immediately pulled you into his arms.
“What are you doing, pretty boy?” You asked with a smile.
Jungsu giggled, the pink hue starting to creep up his neck again. “Nothing, baby, I was just waiting for you.”
You hummed, leaning down and planting soft kisses on his neck. He switched off his phone, tossing it aside.
Your kisses turned into gentle bites, purplish red marks blooming on his skin.
Jungsu squirmed. “B-baby, what–?”
You leaned away, pushing his t-shirt up. “Off.”
Jungsu didn’t hesitate. He pulled his t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Even though you had seen him shirtless multiple times, the sight stole your breath as you ran your eyes over him.
Jungsu got more red the longer you stared at him. Eventually, he broke. “Baby, why are you staring at me like that?” He muttered, the sentence ending in a whine.
You grinned, landing a sweet kiss on lips. “I’m just admiring my handsome boyfriend.”
Jungsu groaned in protest, but you could see that he had gotten hard even faster than you had expected him to.
If this was any other day, you would have teased him about it and he would have moaned and gotten even harder and begged you to fuck him. But that’s not what you were trying to do today.
Smiling, you leaned down again, trailing kisses over his body, making your way down from his neck, leaving purple red marks blooming in your wake.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” You murmured against his skin, relishing in the way he was melting under you.
Jungsu whined. “Please, please baby.”
“Please what, darling?” You asked, lips not leaving his skin.
Jungsu’s hips rolled up against the air. “Please, let me feel you, Y/n.”
“Shh, sweet boy, let me take my time with you tonight.” You answered, pulling his pants down, making Jungsu moan.
“Gosh, you are so pretty.” You whispered, colouring his thighs with your marks.
Jungsu was squirming under you, a wave of desire shooting through his body, making him more desperate. He couldn’t take it anymore, your sweet words, adoring gaze and the way you were planting gentle kisses on him, making his head spin.
“Please touch me, baby, please.” He pleaded.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, you turned your attention to his dick. You ran your tongue down it, making him shiver.
“Y/n, please. I’m so sensitive, please, I need it–” Jungsu whimpered.
“Shh. I know, baby, I know. Just be a good boy for me for a bit longer.” You said, gently.
When you finally took him into your mouth, Jungsu keened. The way you had been painting his body with kisses had affected him more than he thought, and he was already near the edge.
Realizing this, you sped up, resisting the urge to gag. Jungsu’s hands clenched at the bed sheets, crying out your name as he came. You let him ride it out before pulling away.
You kissed him and he groaned into your mouth, still hazy from his orgasm.
“You did so well for me, pretty boy.” You whispered against his lips and Jungsu gave you a lazy smile.
You pulled away to find tissues to clean him up and desperate hands chased after you, thinking you were moving away.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, love.” You reassured him, softly kissing his forehead. “I’m just cleaning you up.”
“B-but what about you?” Jungsu protested. “You haven’t come yet.”
“Don’t worry about me, baby. This was for you, for always being such a good boy for me.” You said.
You didn’t miss the way Jungsu’s eyes lit up when you called him a good boy, the way he clung more to you after both of you had gotten cleaned up and the way he couldn’t stop kissing you.
Yeah, your theory was right. Jungsu loved being your good boy.
