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Where Roses Bloom, Love Shall Blossom

Nana x Male Reader

length: 18k words

tags: fluff, smut, creampie, little bit of ass-play, L-bomb

A/N: This is my first ever smut or even fanfic, and I know there is a lot of room to improve, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I may have used a few too many references/memes, so sorry in advance if it throws you off. It’s just kind of my style. I also self-inserted on occasion (like the whole premise of the story that came to me after watching this video), but I hope it’s not too disruptive. If you have any suggestions, critiques, or requests, my DMs and Asks are open. Other than that, happy birthday to Best Girl Nana, and thanks for reading or even sharing!

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arinapop

Reprise

LE SSERAFIM Kazuha x M Reader

Tags: Fluff, Smut

10k words

You’ve always loved the carnival. The yellow lights splash across the land like streaks of fire, growing ever more alluring the closer you get. The Ferris wheel is the first to appear—giant, unmistakable. Then the merry-go-round with the painted horses comes into view. Nearby, a huge tent hides the mirror maze underneath.

When you’re right up there, the stalls selling popcorn and potato snacks pop up, filling the evening air with salt and warmth. Maybe you’re a little too old for most of the rides now, but that doesn’t really matter. It’s about how it makes you feel, right?

You thought you’d noticed all the highlights on your way there. But something still feels just out of sight, like the memory is yet to fully take shape.

Then you see. You’d missed something—no, someone important. She might just be the most important attraction here for you.

You don’t remember your childhood best friend being this beautiful.

Your gaze locks onto Kazuha, wearing a sporty white crop top and a baseball cap. Fits the theme. Her jet-black hair dances in the wind, but never blocks her view as she aims a long air rifle at the board of balloons—a fierce look in her eyes.

And when dawn breaks, she’ll disappear, like the carnival itself. Again.

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Good Girl Lessons

StayC Isa x Male Reader

“You’ve fucked a lot, right?”

You look up. Isa stands in the kitchen doorway, one hand on the frame, hip cocked like she’s posing.

She’s wearing a cropped white tee—tight, no bra—and a pleated black skirt that barely covers her ass. Her hair’s down. Her lips glossed. And her thighs are bare, smooth, intentional.

You stare too long.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

She smiles, teeth catching her lower lip. “You’ve been with my sister for, what, eight years? That’s a lot of sex.”

You don’t respond. You just blink, slowly.

She steps in, barefoot, slow like a cat.

“I need help.”

“Isa, don’t.”

“I’m serious.” She shrugs, but her eyes don’t break from yours. “My boyfriend says I’m awkward. Too stiff. Too quiet. I want to fix it.”

You grip the edge of the counter. “That’s not my problem.”

She cocks her head. “You know what you’re doing. She always said so.”

You don’t need to ask who she is.

“Watch porn.”

“Fake,” she shoots back. “I want someone to teach me the real way.”

You scoff. “You think I’m gonna help you cheat?”

Her voice softens. “No. I want to learn. So I don’t have to.”

Then she takes another step.

Now the hem of her skirt’s swaying inches from your thigh. She leans in, fingers resting lightly on your chest.

“Tell me how to touch. How to move. What to say.”

You don’t touch her. Yet.

“You’re my wife’s little sister.”

“I’m twenty.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I’m desperate,” she breathes. “And you make it hard to pretend I’m not.”

Then she grabs your hand—carefully, nervously—and guides it beneath the skirt.

No panties.

Just her, warm and wet and already aching.

“I don’t know what to do with this,” she whispers. “Make me better.”

You rip your hand back. Step away. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking.”

Her voice drops. “Then show me.”

You stare at her. At her flushed chest. Her parted lips.

You move.

You grab her chin. Force her gaze to stay on yours.

“You serious?”

She nods. “Dead.”

“Take off the shirt.”

She does.

One pull. No hesitation.

Her breasts bounce free—small, perfect, nipples already hard. She doesn't cover herself. She stands there like she wants to be judged.

You nod to the table. “Turn around.”

She does.

Bends over it.

Hands flat. Ass out.

You step behind her, lift the skirt, and slide your hand down.

You touch her slowly. Talk her through it. Show her where the nerve endings live. Where heat pools. What circles make her knees shake.

She moans.

You keep going until her legs buckle.

Then you stop.

“Please,” she breathes. “Don’t tease me.”

“This is lesson one,” you growl in her ear. “Earn the rest.”

She turns, chest rising fast, lips kiss-wet, legs trembling.

“I want to earn it.”

You step back, leave her standing there ruined.

But proud.

----- 12midnight inside your room -----

The door creaked open around midnight, slow and deliberate, like she knew you were awake—waiting for her.

She wore nothing but a crop top and thigh-high socks. No shorts. No shame. She stepped in quietly, closed the door, and locked it behind her.

You sat up in bed. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

She smirked. “Then teach me a lesson.”

You tried to stand. She was already at the edge of the bed, climbing into your lap like she belonged there. Warm thighs sliding over yours, her hands on your shoulders, mouth just inches from yours.

“You said I’d have to earn it,” she whispered, eyes wide, voice sweet. “So let me.”

You grabbed her hips to stop her grind. Her breath hitched.

“I’m not your fucking toy, Isa.”

“No,” she said, slow and steady. “You’re my teacher.”

She kissed you. Open mouth. Tongue first. Nothing soft. You groaned into her mouth and flipped her onto the bed in one motion.

She gasped, legs wide, moaning before you even touched her. Her thighs were soaked. Her panties? Long gone.

“You want to be fucked?” you growled. “You want to know what it feels like when it’s real?”

She nodded fast. “Yes. Ruin me.”

You didn’t hold back.

You spread her wide and slid inside her with a low growl.

She screamed.

Not cute. Not coy. Just raw, cracked, and filthy.

“Oh my god— yes—yes—fuck—”

You slammed into her again and again. The bed hit the wall. Her nails clawed at your back. Her voice broke with every thrust.

“*Harder—please—*I can’t—*so full—fuck me harder—”

You grabbed her throat, just enough to hear her whimper.

“You take it like this for your cute boyfriend?”

She shook her head, lips parted. “Only for you.”

You flipped her over. Fucked her face-down, her ass high, her cries muffled in the pillow. You didn’t stop until she begged you to.

And even then—only slower.

Not softer.

She came twice. Then a third when you said her name in her ear, low and filthy.

When you finished—deep, grunting, breathless—she was limp and glowing, sweat-drenched and grinning.

Her voice was soft but sharp. “Don’t leave.”

You glanced over your shoulder.

She was sitting up now, hair wild, breasts flushed, body glowing. Her eyes locked on yours with something between hunger and pride.

“I want to take care of you,” she said, voice barely a breath.

“You already did.”

She shook her head. “No. That was me being ruined. Now I want to show you I listened.”

She crawled to the edge of the bed, still shaky, her knees sinking into the mattress. She knelt and looked up at you—naked, filthy, perfect.

“Teach me how to clean you up,” she whispered.

You didn’t move.

So she reached for you—slow, reverent.

Her fingers wrapped around your cock, still sensitive, still thick from everything you’d poured into her. She licked her lips, eyes wide like she was studying every reaction.

Then she leaned forward.

You groaned when her mouth wrapped around you, warm and wet and careful. She wasn’t trying to make you come. Not this time.

She was tasting what you left in her.

Taking it back. Owning it.

She moaned softly, tongue dragging, eyes fluttering like she could feel it in her spine. Your hand tangled in her hair. Not pulling—just holding.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “You’re gonna break me.”

She popped off slowly, spit stringing between her lips and you.

Then she kissed your hip. Your thigh. Sat back on her heels with a sweet little smile.

“Did I do it right?” she asked, voice all innocence again.

You stared at her—ruined, devoted, glowing with pride.

“You’re dangerous,” you whispered.

She smirked, licking the corner of her mouth.

“I’m yours.”

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Let Her Reign

Aespa Winter X Male Reader

Winter straddled him, her movements sharp and rhythmic, the kind of riding that came with intent. Her palms pressed to his chest, using him for leverage as she bounced—each thrust greedy, wet, exact. Sweat shimmered down her chest, her cropped tank riding high to reveal the ripple of her stomach, every muscle working.

“You like this?” she panted, grinding down until he groaned. “Like watching me fuck myself on your cock?”

His hands ghosted over her hips, not holding—just tracing. “I like watching you lose it.”

She let out a shaky laugh, dark eyes glittering. “I’m not losing shit. I’m in control tonight.”

The words cracked around the edges. Her thighs trembled slightly, her voice frayed by the friction building between them. Every time she came down on him, it was harder to keep his composure. Her heat, her tightness, the raw sound of skin against skin—it all worked like slow poison in his veins.

Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Shit, I can feel you… You’re getting close.”

He was. The tight coil in his spine, the flush spreading across his chest—it was all getting too sharp to ignore.

Winter leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. Her breath was hot, unsteady. “Don’t pull out.”

His fingers flexed hard around her waist. “Say it again.”

She rocked forward, her voice just above a whisper. “I want to feel you cum in me.”

The words hit like a match to dry leaves.

“Fill me up,” she breathed. “Make it messy.”

He snapped his hips up once—hard—just as she cried out. Her orgasm surged through her, spine bowing, breath caught in her throat. She clenched around him in aftershocks, and that was it. He let go, pulled her flush against him, and came with a guttural sound buried in her neck.

She shuddered on top of him, breathless, skin slick against his.

A moment passed. Then she laughed into his chest, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Told you I was in charge.”

He didn’t answer.

He just rolled her over, eyes hungry.

“My turn.”

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Classroom Discipline

Mina X Male Reader

The classroom was dark except for a desk lamp left on by accident—its warm glow stretching just far enough to light the teacher's desk, the tops of a few chairs, and the rows of long windows where night clung to the glass.

Mina stood near the blackboard, fixing the hem of her cropped blouse with slow, deliberate fingers. The fabric hugged her chest tight, pressing her small breasts into sharp outline beneath the cotton. A black tie hung low between them, slightly skewed from movement. Her blue cardigan had slipped down one arm, exposing her bare shoulder and hinting that there was nothing underneath.

Her skirt barely reached mid-thigh. Her midriff, smooth and impossibly soft, glowed in the lamplight—pale, flawless, framed by shadows and the glint of her exposed navel. She turned slightly to check her reflection in the glass of a window and caught your silhouette seated at a desk behind her.

"You like it?" she asked without turning, voice barely louder than the hum of the lamp. "You've been staring since study period."

You didn’t answer.

She smiled. Quiet. Dangerous.

Mina moved forward slowly, each step deliberate, her black loafers making the softest sound against the polished tile.

"You keep imagining it," she said. "So now you're going to feel it."

She stopped in front of you. You barely had time to blink before she straddled your lap, her thighs locking tight around you, cardigan brushing your jaw as it slid lower.

As she shifted, her blouse lifted just enough to show the full undercurve of her breasts, nipples faint through the taut white cotton.

"See what happens when I don’t wear a bra?" she murmured, rolling her hips slowly. "Every inch of me wants your attention."

She leaned back slightly. Just enough to press your chest against the cool chalkboard behind you. Then, with a breath, she spit into her hand and stroked your cock—slow, teasing, deliberate—before sliding it between her small, bare breasts.

"Feel that?" she whispered. "Not big. But tight. Focused. All yours."

She started moving—slow, wet strokes. The room was quiet except for the soft glide of skin and breath. Her tongue flicked the tip each time it passed, eyes locked on yours.

"You’ve been staring at my stomach too," she breathed. "I saw you. Don’t even deny it."

Her skirt brushed your thighs. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with her chest. Every drag of her skin sent shudders through you.

And then she paused—still stroking, still grinding.

"Don’t come yet," she said. "You owe me two."

She lowered her mouth, parted her lips, and took the head of your cock in—sucked hard. Once. Deep. Wet.

You broke. Hot pulses spilled across her tongue, her chest, her stomach. She swallowed, then moaned softly as the rest dripped between her breasts, pooling above her belly button.

"We're not done."

She didn’t wait. Her hands kept moving—gentle, teasing. Stroking you back to life.

When you were hard again, she didn’t hesitate. She hiked up her skirt, shifted her hips, and sank down—bare.

Hot. Tight. Deep.

She gasped, forehead dropping to your shoulder as she adjusted to the fullness.

"Don’t talk," she whispered. "Just fuck me."

You grabbed her hips. Thrust. Her blouse rode up, her stomach fully exposed now—glowing with sweat, cum, and heat. She bounced, fast, wild now, her tie swinging between you.

"That’s it," she gasped. "I want to feel it again. Inside. Give it to me."

You came hard—deep inside her—her body tightening, pulsing, trembling in your arms. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud.

When it was over, she stayed on you, breathing hard, blouse damp and tie sticking to her chest.

"Now," she murmured, brushing a hand down your cheek, "you can rest. But just until the janitor makes his rounds."

coldfanbou

In Heat

Here we go! So I ended up going with the winner of the poll...mostly because where I live also went through a heat wave, so yeah. Anyway, here we are with some hot and heavy stepcest action...literally and figuratively

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Eunbi X Mreader

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Thank you for 3k followers❤️ This my special fic for you

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Distrust is a funny thing because it should be fairly easy to hide, yet everyone always knows when you're looking at them with it.

He's giving you that look. It's written all over his face. In big, black, bold letters. And yet he hasn't said anything. Betrayal has left him more like a scolded puppy than a vengeful husband.

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Retraction Ch.1: Heaven

Twice Nayeon x Male OC

Tags: Fanfiction, smut, angst, fluff

Word count: 10k

“Here you go sir. Just present this number when you leave the establishment in order to get your phone back.” The woman at the front desk said, as she handed you the small plastic number.

“Thanks!” You replied as you took the number from the lady. Most people would be wary of having to surrender your cellphone at the front desk of a bar, but with what happens on the floor, you would understand the heightened security. Unbeknownst to the outside world, Spotlight is a bar exclusive to people in the idol industry. From Idols themselves to their managers and staff, it’s a place where they can go and relax without the fear of the peering eyes of the media, paparazzi, and fans. There is a silent understanding between everyone, from the management of the bar to their patrons, that whatever happens in Spotlight stays in Spotlight. However, this isn't an open invitation for idols to go crazy. The main goal of the bar is for a place for people to chill and relax. If you cause a disturbance, you’re immediately kicked out and banned. “Jason Hwang? Is that you?”, the 6’5, 300 lbs bouncer clocks you as you enter the bar.

“Hey Don, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”, you greet him like an old friend.

“It has indeed, your phone’s at the front desk right?” He asks you.

“Yep, same rules as always huh?” You reply. He nods back at you.

“Alright, just the usual check for audio recording devices, then you can enter. Good to see you back here again.”

As you continued working on Nayeon’s folds, you started to feel the fruits of your labor coming into fruition. You started to feel her walls tighten around your tongue, all the while getting wetter with each lick you gave her. The rest of her body started tensing up. The grip she had on your hair tightened as well, it almost felt like she was trying to rip off your scalp. You knew she was getting close, just needing an extra push to finally get her over the edge. Fortunately you remember how to. You bring your other hand into play, inserting two digits into Nayeon while still licking her inner walls. You curl them and rub at just the right spot, one you already had ingrained in your brain, that gets her past her breaking point. The combined sensations of your thumb playing with her clit, your tongue lapping at her lower lips and inner walls, and your digits inside of her hitting her sensitive spots were too much for her. “Fuck Jay! Yes right there! Just like that!” Nayeon screamed at you followed by a shriek and a flood of whimpers. Her climax hit her hard. Her grip on your scalp was burning you, pushing you deeper into her core. Her leg that rested on your shoulder wrapped around your upper back, working in unison with her hands pushing you deeper and locking your face in front of her nether regions. The pleasure took over her body as she started grinding against your face. You didn’t forget about her plea. Just like that she said. You didn’t want to disappoint. Whatever you were doing that got her to her peak, you continued as she rode her climax. Her inner walls convulsed violently against your tongue and fingers, all while her wetness flooded your mouth with her juices. The waves of Nayeon’s pleasure lasted for a few minutes, where she continued grinding against your face while riding her high. As she started to come back down, her grinding slowed down before screeching to a halt. Her whimpers eventually faded into labored panting. Her body went limp, as the hold her leg and hands had on you loosened. You felt her strength fade away as you held her up by her midriff, keeping her from falling down on top of you. Your mouth eventually left her lower lips, carefully trailing kisses back up her body. Each kiss left a wet mark that came from your lips coated with her juices. From her hips, to her waist, her flat tummy, her covered breasts, her exposed neck, then finally landing back to her lips where you let her taste herself on yours. Despite the fatigue from her climax, she tried her best to match your kisses. This led to another makeout session between the two of you, albeit a more tame one as Nayeon recovers from her intense orgasm.

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INSIDE AESPA EP. 5┃ A little more real

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words: 4.5k+

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Sohyun steps into the vocal room at 15 minutes before live schedule start, her presence instantly brightening the space.

She’s dressed casually yet stylishly—a dark blue longarm t-shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans, her long hair loose and, framing her face. Her makeup is minimal, accentuating her natural glow, and her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Manager-nim,” she says, her voice warm but tinged with a playful whine, “Just you again this time? No judge, but don’t let me mess this up, okay?” She flashes a teasing grin, plopping into the chair in front of the desk.

You chuckle, adjusting the ring light to catch her best angles. “Don’t worry, Sohyun-ssi. You’re a pro at this. I’m just here to make sure the laptop doesn’t crash, and you don’t start playing unreleased song too much.” She laughs, the sound light and infectious, and swats your arm gently. “Hey, i gotta show result of my work! But fine, I’ll behave… maybe.”

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The Night We Met

Sunmi x Male Reader (3.1K words)

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You arrived at the bar that was a few kilometers away from your house after a long day at work. You were not planning to knock yourself out tonight but after going through all the work that you've done today, you thought you deserve some kind of reward. It is a small bar that barely had people in it but it became one of your favorite places because it was quiet and you can have your fill peacefully.

“You're back." The bartender greeted you. “I thought you've found a new place to kill your time." You let out a chuckle. “There's no way I can find a place as quiet as this place." You sat at the bar, asking for a large glass of beer. You heard the entrance creak, but you decided to ignore it. You knew some of the regulars who live nearby in this area and they would greet you with lazy, drunken smiles and small nods.

As the night goes by, you're already on your 7th glass which is surprising because you chugged down 6 large glasses of beer and are still sober, so unhealthy but this is your only way to cope.

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INSIDE AESPA EP. 3┃ Still Think I’m Soft?

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Prompt by @woollypoison. Thanks for hosting!

The sun warms your face as a cold breeze brushes past you. You open your jacket, welcoming this year's spring. The people around you laugh and chatter and you hear all kinds of beautiful sounds mixed with the smell of candy and spicy food.

It was her idea to meet here and you couldn't be more happy. Your go to first date would've been a coffee and a walk in the park and maybe dinner afterwards. But this seems way more fun. The funfair is bustling with life. The ferris wheel is the main attraction, but there are a couple of smaller rides as well. You're still standing at the entrance, so you can't see everything yet, but the delicious smelling food makes your mouth water.

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