Hello, everyone! I just wanted to start by saying how much I’ve truly enjoyed my time here on tumblr. Even in such a short period, I’ve gained 230 followers and made so many wonderful friends that I absolutely adore—which is honestly amazing (I love you all).
I love writing, and I love being able to bring my imaginations to life. But lately, I just haven’t been feeling it. I’ve been feeling burnt out with uni, and that has to be my top priority right now. Because of that, I haven’t been very active on tumblr, and I’ve left some of my works unfinished. I don’t want to keep anyone’s hopes up.
I’ve decided to take a break for a while. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone or when I’ll return. I’m also still deciding whether to keep this account up for readers to enjoy my work or to delete it—I’ll probably give myself 24 hours to figure that out.
I love you all, and I didn’t want to leave without saying anything, because this community has become an important part of my life.
hiiii liz, i miss seeing you on my timeline. I was hoping to request for a jaehyun x reader x leehan, not poly tho, but like fighting over reader, bc srsly, I CAN'T with those two lately 😩 hope your doing well, take your time, willing to wait 😘
an: long time no see and i miss you too!! this request made me think so much about bily mv hihi.
Verse 7:3 | But I Like You M.JH x K.DH
descript: You linked arms with that person, should I just shout out loud once? Who is that?
note: jaehyun x reader x leehan, best friends to rivals trope for jaehyun n leehan(?), skinships
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"Hey, Y/N!"
Jaehyun’s voice cut through the hum of the busy morning street. You turned just in time to see him jogging toward you, his eyes brightening as they landed on you.
"Oh, hey Jae," you said with a soft smile. Jaehyun blinked, momentarily dazed by the sight of you in the morning light. You’re beautiful, he thought, though the words stayed firmly behind his teeth.
His gaze shifted to the cup in your hand. "You actually had time to grab coffee?" he teased, lofting a brow.
You let out a laugh that made his own smile widen. "Well, unlike you, I actually get up at a decent hour." You squinted your eyes at him playfully.
"Hey, I get up at an okay time," he defended, though your shrug suggested you weren't buying it.
The pedestrian light flickered to green, signaling the surge of the crowd. Because it was rush hour, the sidewalk was a chaos of rushing people. A passerby, head buried in their phone, collided into your shoulder, sending you stumbling.
"Hey, careful—" Jaehyun reacted instantly, his hand snapping out to catch your arm and pull you flush against him. Your head tucked neatly against his chest, the scent of his cologne surrounding you for a heartbeat.
"You okay?" He looked down, his eyes searching yours. He almost wanted to push you away—not out of malice, but out of fear that you’d feel the frantic, heavy thudding of his heart against your cheek.
"I—yeah. Thank you, Jae," you breathed out, still a little rattled. You held up your cup, inspecting it for damage. "At least my coffee didn't spill."
"Well, if it did, I would've had a perfect excuse to buy you a new one," he said, his voice dropping into a smoother register as you both resumed walking.
You giggled, nudging him with your elbow. "Hmm, that was smooth."
Jaehyun scratched the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as you reached the university gates. "I'll see you later, yeah?" he asked, pausing near his locker.
"Yeah, definitely," you smiled, waving as you walked away. "Bye, Myungjae!"
He waved back, biting his lip to suppress the grin that threatened to take over his entire face.
You were busy organizing your books when a soft thud sounded against the locker next to yours. Someone was leaning there, watching you. You clicked your locker shut to find a tall figure looming over you.
"Jesus, Leehan. You scared me," you laughed, clutching your books to your chest.
"Sorry," he murmured, his signature dimples carving deep into his cheeks as his eyes crinkled. "Any plans for the project yet?" He pushed off the locker, matching your pace as you headed toward class.
"Honestly? I’m just going with the flow of whatever my group decides," you admitted, taking a sip of your coffee.
"Fair enough," he sighed. He glanced down at your cup, recognizing the logo. "Hey, I go there all the time!"
"Oh, really? Their coffee is great."
"It is, but you're missing out if you haven't tried their cookies. They're incredible," Leehan said, noting the curious look in your eyes. "Tell you what, I’ll just grab some for you next time I’m there. I know exactly which ones are the best."
He gave you a quick wink, and you couldn't help but grin at his easy confidence. "Alright then. I'll hold you to that."
As you both walked into the lecture hall, Jaehyun was already seated, his eyes immediately locking onto the two of you entering together.
"I'm gonna go sit with my friends," you told Leehan, pointing toward the middle row.
"Okay, shorty." Leehan reached out and ruffled your hair. You groaned, swatting his hand away.
"I’m not short, you’re just a giant," you shot back, reaching up to mess his hair in retaliation. He laughed loudly, the sound echoing in the room as you ran off to join your group.
Leehan’s expression shifted into something more smug as he walked over to sit beside Jaehyun.
"So, you walk her to class now?" Jaehyun asked, leaning his chin on his hands, his brow arched in a challenge.
"And you walked her to school," Leehan countered with a shrug. "I saw you two come in together."
"Just bumped into her this morning," Jaehyun muttered defensively.
"Right. Like you didn't memorize her walking schedule," Leehan rolled his eyes. Jaehyun snorted in response.
"And I'm sure it's a total coincidence that your locker is right next to hers," Jaehyun mocked. "I know you were just waiting there."
"I was talking to a friend," Leehan countered, though the lie was thin.
Jaehyun threw his head back with a groan. "This is stupid. How do we even like the same girl?"
"You know you're my best friend, right?" Leehan said, a competitive spark in his eyes. "I suggest you be a good friend and back off."
He smirked, and Jaehyun’s head snapped up instantly.
"What? No way, man." Jaehyun pointed at the desk between them dramatically. "This is us competing fair and square."
Leehan leaned back, his smirk turning into a determined grin. "Alright then."
Following up on @moesthinking post, I wanted to come forward to share my mutuals and my own experience, with what I believe shows a wider pattern beyond just the AI suspicion.
BEFORE YOU READ : this is not a callout made with malice. I have no interest in seeing anyone harassed, sent hate, or receive death threats. If you do any of that, you are not supporting me or anyone else involved. This is purely about accountability and protecting the creative spaces we've all worked hard to build here!!
Beyond the AI concerns raised in pt. 1, I and several of my mutuals have noticed a recurring pattern of our work, layouts, graphics, fic structures, and themes being used without proper credit or acknowledgement. I'll be walking through each situation with evidence as clearly and fairly as I can.
Prior to posting her series, @/haeonniie reached out to me asking how I made my LCA graphics. As someone who enjoys supporting other writers, I shared that information freely, I had no reason not to. She later showed me her graphics. They were quite similar to LCA style, but at the time I didn't think too much of it since I assumed the overall series would still be different.
However, when she eventually posted the series, I noticed that the structural framework of the series was also very similar to LCA. Because of that, I privately asked her whether she could acknowledge that LCA was an inspiration. She replied saying that she used ChatGPT and asked it what type of structure would work for a web design, and that she just followed what it generated for both the graphics and structure (as previously mentioned in pt.1)
Lights, Camera, Action! was posted in October 2025. By The Hour was posted a few months later in January 2026, after she had already seen and studied my work. The similarities go beyond coincidence, but I haven't included every comparison below, you're welcome to take a look at both series yourself.
However, this didn't stop at By The Hour. Before she posted her collab series, she again reached out asking if she could credit me, stating the layout was coincidentally similar to By The Hour.
As shown above, I agreed at first, but after reflecting, I realised I wasn't comfortable with any reuse of my layouts at all, and communicated that. Her response was that both the By The Hour and GirlNextDoor Post Office (the collab) layouts were entirely her own. Which raises an obvious question, if the layouts were fully original, why was credit to me necessary in the first place? If By The Hour's layout was entirely her own as she claims, then crediting me for the collab series (which she said resembled By The Hour) still traces back to LCA regardless.
My mutual @taestulipss also noticed that haeon's previous theme bore a striking resemblance to hers. Prior to changing her theme, haeon had liked both rosy's pinned post and her masterlist, suggesting she had seen the theme before adopting a similar concept herself. Rosy has a bakery/patisserie themed blog, and haeon's previous theme followed the same concept, a food-based boutique with a similar branding style and comparable layout structure. Rosy was uncomfortable with the similarities, but didn't want to claim sole ownership over a bakery theme, so after a few days, she simply welcomed her instead. Given everything else in this post thus far, it's hard to ignore as part of a wider pattern.
Additionally, haeon's carrd was noted to be using the same premade template as rosy's, which was a free but relatively obscure layout that isn't easily found. While neither of them owns the template itself, the pattern of mirroring rosy's specific choices is hard to ignore in this context.
Lastly, another mutual @gentiliana noticed that haeon posted a #TEDDIEZ 'inspired' by her Taesan smau (#BLACKKATZ) without asking for permission beforehand. According to her, the two fics are highly similar.
While credit was given publicly in the author's note, taking significant inspiration from someone's work without asking first isn't okay, especially when the similarities run deep.
I want to be clear that this post was not made to ruin anyone or send hate her way. If you've read this far, I hope you understand why we felt the need to speak up. The creative spaces we've built here matter, and the work we put into our writing, layouts and blogs is what we're all proud of and hold dearly to us. All we ask is that those things are respected!
Reiterating my ai post, please do not interact with my blog if you utilize it. I’m sick of watching tumblr go to shit because of it. It’s gotten to a point where multiple of my mutuals and friends alike have threatened to quit tumblr, this is more serious than people are taking it!!
Specifically, I would like to point out one author that I’m disappointed to have learned might use ai.
BEFORE YOU READ : This is not made with ill intent at all, I simply don’t want to see this fandom fall to ai and have a sliver of hope that people can change for the better. This is only a suspicion, and I am aware of how serious of an accusation this is, but I am not the only one who sees it!!
User @/haeonniie posted a fic recently that contained a line that was unmistakably ai, and an anon rightfully called it out ( see it here ) :
The first thought that came to my head was: why would they do that? Yes, to test if people would read their fics, but why be known for ai usage if you agree that it’s harmful? This was the first red flag for me and my friend @taestulipss, (who has been a major help in this situation!!).
We both start off by sending an anon, very politely asking for the screenshots they offered. We were met with no reply, even though they were replying to other anons actively!
Rosy and I accepted we were going to be ignored, so instead we resorted to reblogging her post and asking her for the screenshot publicly, only hoping our suspicions would be squashed. We were still ignored.
Then their response came out, and it only made our eyebrows raise more.
You can absolutely get time stamps on instagram without having to scroll up to the beginning of a conversation, since there is a feature where you can swipe to the side and it displays the time a message was sent.
That alone makes their post seem off right off the bat. The screenshot they provided doesn’t seem authentic either, the conversation feels forced almost.
The conversation is abrupt, and that’s not something you come up with on the spot either. If you both brainstormed this previously, why not provide that screenshot instead? 
We decided to leave the issue alone, albeit being suspicious still. They had proof and a well written apology, but then we were sent screenshots from @coriihanniee that makes their whole post seem like a complete lie.
They outright stated they’ve used ai before to format a post, REALLY WEIRD! If you need to use ai to frame a masterlist what’s to say you don’t utilize it for your other content such as the fic itself too? With everything adding up, it doesn’t look good for their case.
This is only a suspicion, but it’s starting to seem like the truth every time something new comes out. Please be aware of the dangers of ai and educate yourself before engaging with it. It’s destroying our environment, taking jobs and crushing creative motivation for artists and writers alike.
I’m going to stress again that this call out post is in no way to send hate or negativity towards the author, nobody should be sending death threats AT ALL, that is completely unacceptable. This post is for awareness and that’s it.
If you guys have anything you want to add or talk about feel free to send me an ask or message me privately. I don’t expect hate for this post but I encourage everyone reading to have an open mind and understand my point.
Think about insulting your boyfriend for fun but he just raises his brow and smiles.
"Your nail polish is coming off, maybe mint isn't for you," you laughed off, pointing out your boyfriend's pastel green nails that were now painted with peeled-off polish. "It’s giving 'abandoned daycare' vibes. Very chic."
He didn't look flustered. He didn't even look down at his hands. Instead, he set the mug down with a clink and turned to face you. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms—which, annoyingly, only made his shoulders look broader.
Riwoo looked at you with one brow raised and a slow, creeping smile that didn't reach for an excuse. "Hm, is that so?"
Your smile dropped slowly, shamelessly staring at him as he walked across the kitchen to the living room where you were sitting on the couch. There was a specific kind of confidence in his stride that made your 'insult' feel incredibly small.
"Careful, baby. You were just screaming last night with these inside of you" he waves with his fingers making blood rush up to your cheeks, moments from the previous night replaying in your head.
an: just thought that unagi would be the perfect candidate for this because he is a tall fine man.
note: bf!woonhak x reader, fluff, slight making out (?)
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"Go on, find my lips," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper. You finished tightening the knot of the blindfold, ensuring the silk fabric sat comfortably against his eyes. Stealing a quick glance at his focused expression, you stepped back just an inch, standing perfectly still to let him begin his search.
Woonhak let out a low, thoughtful hum. "Is that a dare?" He bit his lower lip, his hands hovering in the air for a second before he began slowly sinking down, his head tilting as if he could hear your heartbeat.
"Oh, come on," you muttered, rolling your eyes playfully—not that he could see the gesture. You watched with a suppressed grin as he lowered himself entirely too far, his face ending up right at chest level. "You’re not even trying, Hak."
He didn't answer. Instead, his breath fanned against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Your brows furrowed in mock confusion as he leaned in closer, but before you could scold him, he pressed a lingering, soft peck right against the valley of your chest where your shirt dipped low.
"Seriously, Kim Woonhak?" You looked down at the top of his head, catching the mischievous grin spreading across his face. You let out a sharp tsk, finally realizing he was playing the long game. "You knew exactly where you were."
"Kidding, kidding," he chuckled, the vibration of his voice buzzing against you.
He rose back up in one fluid motion, coming face-to-face with you. He didn't hesitate this time. He found his mark perfectly, his lips capturing yours in a warm, sure press.
You couldn't help but melt into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders while his slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him until there was no space left between you.
"Hak—" you tried to murmur against his mouth, attempting to pull back for air, but he wasn't having it. He followed you, chasing your lips with a needy persistence that made your knees weak. His tongue enters, head tilting as he kissed you deeper making you hum into the kiss.
Finally, you had to give him a soft, firm push against his chest. Both of your lips are glistening with a string of saliva stretching as you both pull apart, a dramatic pout already forming on his lips.
"Calm down now, Hakkie," you chuckled breathlessly. You reached behind his head, tugging at the silk knot. As the blindfold fell away, he squinted, his dark eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the light of the room.
"Can you blame me?" He grinned, the pout vanishing instantly. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. "Sorry. I just love you a lot."
You snuggled into his chest, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a blanket. "Mhm. I love you too, you dork."
descript: dumb conversations, we lose track of time. Have I told you lately, I’m grateful you’re mine?
Nothing - Bruno Major
note: bf!leehan x reader, toothaching fluff, use of leehan’s real name.
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an: Happy Valentine’s Day, Minnies!
Track suits and red wine, movies for two. We’ll take off our phones and we’ll turn off our shoes.
“Hey!” you exclaimed with a laugh, watching as Donghyun let a single drop of red wine splash onto the counter.
“You were staring! I got pressured,” he defended with a grin, carefully evening out the pours in both glasses.
It was silly—cute, even. Both of you were buried in casual clothes, him swallowed by an oversized tracksuit. You were about to watch The Notebook for the seventeenth time, and yet, it felt like the best plan in the world.
“Okay, couch!” You darted toward the living room. Donghyun followed close behind, walking with exaggerated care to keep the wine from spilling again.
As you settled into the cushions, you caught him tapping away on his screen. You pouted, playfully knocking his arm. “Hey, take off your phone,” you commanded, your brows furrowed in mock seriousness.
He turned his head slowly, blinked at you for a beat, and suddenly burst out laughing. Your eyes widened as you realized your slip-of-the-tongue, a giggle escaping you as well.
He glanced down at your feet, where your slippers were still pressing into the fluffy carpet. “Right. And don't forget to turn off your shoes,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach.
“You’re an idiot,” you rolled your eyes, though you leaned into him as he pulled you close. He reached over and switched his phone completely off.
“Your idiot,” he murmured, pecking your temple. You felt yourself melt into his side as he pressed play.
What you didn’t see was the entry he’d just finished in his notes app: the date, the time, and a simple list of everything you’d done together that day—saved so he’d never forget a single second.
We’ll play Nintendo, though I always lose. ’Cause you’ll watch the TV, while I’m watching you.
“No!” You nudged his elbow, trying to force his character to veer off-course.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” He laughed, thumbs blurring over the controller as he fought to stay on track.
The finish line was a pixelated blur in the distance. Both of you were locked in, teeth gritted in focus. At the very last second, Donghyun fumbled a move, his kart spinning wildly off the track.
“Oh—no way!” You erupted into cheers as your character crossed the line first. You jumped up, doing a victory lap around the coffee table, boasting about beating the guy who usually dominated his friends at this game.
But he just sat there. He didn't ask for a rematch. He didn't complain. He just watched you—cheeks flushed, hair messy, eyes bright with the thrill of a silly win.
If he was being honest, he didn't care about a trophy in freaking Mario Kart. You were the only prize he was looking at.
There’s not many people I’d honestly say I don’t mind losing to.
“And you say the boys can't beat you? I just did!” You flipped your hair to tease him, but the jab fell flat when you saw his expression.
He was looking at you with a soft, lopsided smile, simply falling in love with you all over again.
But there’s nothing… like doing nothing...
“I'm tired,” you whispered, your head falling onto Donghyun’s shoulder.
The TV was paused, the controllers were abandoned on the table, and the dim floor lamp bathed the room in a warm, homey amber. The world outside felt miles away.
“Just rest. Stay right here,” he whispered back. He shifted, resting his chin atop your head and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your ear, a rhythm that made the rest of the world go quiet. You closed your eyes, burrowing deeper into his warmth.
“I love you, angel” he said, his voice thick with sincerity as he pulled the blanket over both of you. “so much...”
“I love you even more, Hyun” you murmured, a sleepy smile gracing your lips as you pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Gotta stay quiet, Jae,” you whisper against his ear, one hand gliding over his chest while the other moves around him in slow, deliberate strokes.
You’re at the dance studio—the one he called you to, frustration still clinging to him after a long, exhausting practice. As his girlfriend, you know exactly how to ease the stress out of his body. The two of you sit on the floor, his back pressed to your chest, his head tilted slightly as he leans into you, trusting you completely.
It’s already 11 p.m. The building is quiet, but not empty. Anyone could walk in at any moment—the door isn’t even locked. The risk sends a thrill through you. Jaehyun, on the other hand, is clearly enjoying it a little too much. The studio may be soundproof, but with the way you’re touching him, he’s getting dangerously whiny.
“Please… go faster,” he breathes, hips twitching as he tries to move against your hand. You’ve already edged him too many times—precum slick at the tip, his breathing uneven.
“Stay still, Jae,” you murmur, slowing your touch until it’s almost cruel. “Or you’re not getting anything. Understand?”
A sharp inhale leaves him as you focus only on the tip, his body tensing instantly. He shudders, every muscle betraying him. You lean forward, lips brushing his neck before settling on that sensitive spot, sucking just enough to make him squirm.
“Fuck—” His head falls back against your shoulder. “I can’t… please.”
Your hand slips from his wrist to his throat, fingers resting there—firm, controlled, never too tight. His breath stutters, a quiet sound leaving him as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Feels good, yeah?” you ask softly, picking up the pace again.
“Don’t stop—please, please, mommy” he begs, biting his lip so hard it turns red. His neck strains, veins visible, every reaction written all over him.
You lean closer, your voice barely more than a breath. “Wanna cum? Then do it. Right here.”
That’s all it takes.
He breaks, gasping, hips bucking helplessly as you guide him through it, your hand steady while he trembles. Soft, breathless sounds spill from him, his grip on your arm tightening as he rides it out.
“Fuck… feels so good,” he mutters, eyes squeezed shut, a tear slipping free as the intensity finally fades.
You slow your movements, helping him through the aftershocks, your thumb tracing gentle circles as you press a kiss to his cheek.
“You did so well,” you murmur.
After a moment, his breathing evens out. He laughs quietly, turning his head to look at you, eyes still soft.
“Thank you,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. “You’re an angel.”
Then, with a grin that tells you he’s already thinking about it again—
hii can i request soft vanilla sex with leehan? virgin!virgin? maybe with aftercare scene too?
an: Well well hello! i missed u guys😋. lowkey forgot how to write lmao but here you go!
Verse 5:12 | Tender Touches K.DH
descript: in which the night is filled with nervous smiles, shy kisses, and racing hearts. Your first time with him becomes a moment wrapped in warmth and trust.
note: virginbf!leehan x virgin!reader, vanilla sex, p in v (wrap it up), language
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“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to—” Leehan gets cut off when you lean in and whisper into his ear.
“Please,” you beg softly, pulling him closer, your arms wrapped around his neck.
Both of your hearts are beating fast. It’s an intimate moment neither of you has ever stepped into before. You’ve kissed here and there, hands wandering just a little, but this is the first time both of you are going further.
“Okay… I love you,” Leehan says quietly. He presses a kiss to your temple before finding your lips again. The kiss is slow and careful, like he’s memorizing every second. His hand slides to your thigh, caressing it while he hovers above you.
He hooks his hand under your leg, gently lifting it so he can settle between your thighs. You feel his warmth through the fabric, the only barrier between you.
A soft sound escapes your lips as he moves against you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, nerves and excitement tangling together.
He pulls back slightly, lips trailing down to your neck. “Off?” he asks, fingers resting at the hem of your shirt.
You nod, feeling shy but comforted by the way he asks every time.
Soon, your clothes join the carpeted floor. You’re both under the sheets now, skin warm against skin. He keeps checking your expression, making sure you’re comfortable.
“Han…” you whisper when his thumb finds you, moving slowly, gently.
“Hm?” he murmurs, watching your face. “Good?”
“Yes— God, yes” your voice trembles, hands clutching his shoulders.
Everything feels new and overwhelming in the best way. He’s just as nervous as you are, but he keeps moving carefully, whispering soft praises when you start to shake beneath him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. A digit sinking in your hole.
"Fuck" you groaned, his finger pumping in and out at a steady pace. Your state making his cock twitch.
He feels you tighten around his finger, pumping it faster. You moaned, your orgasm washing over you as his lips find your cheek, pressing a soft kiss.
He shifts, pausing as he lines himself up. “Tell me to stop if you need to. Anytime, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper. “Keep going… please.”
He smiles softly, noses brushing. “If it hurts, you tell me immediately. We’ll slow down.”
You nod, trusting him completely.
He pushes in slowly, both of you gasping at the unfamiliar stretch. His face tightens, not just from pleasure, but from concentration, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.
“Sorry… is that okay?” he whispers, voice shaky.
“It’s okay,” you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair.
He stills once he’s fully inside, giving you time to adjust. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard.
He starts moving slowly, careful thrusts, like he’s afraid of doing it wrong. You guide him with your hands on his back, encouraging him when the pleasure starts to build again.
“Like that?” he asks softly.
“Yeah… right there,” you whisper.
He groans quietly, burying his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin. Everything is clumsy and slow, but full of affection.
“I’m not gonna last,” he admits breathlessly. “You feel so good.”
His pace sped up, gaining more confidence when you told him to go faster. His mouth finds one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around making your back arch.
"Shit— so close" his hips stutter, bringing his thumb back to your clit as he rubbed in circles, bringing you over the edge with him.
His voice hummed deeply, feeling you clench around him. Pleasure running all over his body.
You cling to him as the tension snaps, both of you trembling as you reach your climax. He slows immediately, pressing gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone as your breathing evens out.
After a moment, he lifts his head, brushing the hair from your forehead.
“You okay, angel?” he asks, voice soft with concern.
You nod, still catching your breath. He presses a long kiss to your forehead.
“You did so, so good,” he whispers. “Wait here.”
He pecks your lips and carefully pulls out, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity.
A few minutes later, he comes back with a towel, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
“My pretty girl,” he says with a soft smile, gently cleaning you up. His touch is slow and careful, like he’s afraid you might break.
When he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and slides back under the covers. He pulls you into his arms, letting your head rest on his chest. His fingers comb through your hair in slow, soothing strokes.
“Tired?” he asks, voice raspy.
“A little,” you mumble with a soft laugh.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you… for trusting me. For giving me your first.”
You tilt your head up to look at him. “I’m glad you’re my first.”
His eyes soften. “Me too. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”
He reaches for the glass of water on the bedside table, handing it to you. “Drink a little, okay?”
You take a few sips while he watches, making sure you’re alright. Then he pulls the blanket higher around your shoulders, tucking it under your chin.
“Cold?” he asks.
“Just a bit.”
He smiles and pulls you closer, rubbing your back in slow circles. “We can just stay like this for a while.”
You hum softly, eyes fluttering shut.
A few minutes pass in comfortable silence before he speaks again.
“Does anything hurt? Seriously.”
“Just a little sore,” you admit.
“Okay. I’ll bring you snacks and we won’t leave the bed at all tomorrow,” he says with a small grin.
You laugh quietly. “Sounds like a good plan.”
He presses another kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest, angel. I’ve got you.”
"I love you" You pressed a kiss on his bare chest.
"I love you. More than you can imagine" He replied, arms tightening around you.
Wrapped in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, you drift off feeling warm, safe, and completely loved.
an: better prepare, y’all. Cuz this right here? nasty.
Verse 4:13 | Occupied H.DM
descript: You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol burring your sight, or if the lines between you were never meant to stay clear.
note: bsf!taesan x f!reader, language, hair pulling kink, messy makeout, drunk sex, semi public sex(?), p in v (wrap it up)
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“Shit—calm down, Y/n,” your best friend laughs, pushing you into a corner wall to pull you away from the crowd.
“Come on, I want to dance more!” you protest, trying to fight his grip. He stops you, tugging you back gently until you’re pressed between him and the wall.
“You stepped on someone’s foot,” Taesan reminds you, making you snort.
“You elbowed someone in the lung,” you shoot back, earning a scoff from him as the crowd shifts, nudging him even closer to you.
“Yeah, no more dancing for us,” he laughs, his head dropping onto your shoulder as the alcohol makes the room spin.
And you’re no better.
“What, giving up already?” Your hands lift to his hair, tugging lightly to make him look at you.
Instead, he accidentally groans at the pull.
“Fuck—don’t do that,” he murmurs against the curve of your neck. His hands, once braced against the wall, slide down to rest on your hips.
“Do what? Come on, get up.” You tug his hair again, finally making him lift his head. His eyelids are hooded, lips reddened from biting them, cheeks flushed with drunken heat.
“Ugh, stop pulling my hair,” he whines, making you frown.
“Does it hurt?” you ask, giving another gentle pull. He sighs, dropping his head back into your neck.
“No. Fuck—it feels nice,” he mutters, his hands instinctively pulling you closer.
“Does it?” you ask, your fingers massaging his scalp, tugging at strands here and there.
His chest rose up and down, hands squeeze your hips as he presses kisses to your skin.
Your eyes flutter shut, feeling his lips trail up your neck while his thumbs draw small circles over the exposed skin beneath your cropped top.
You can’t think of anything else. Neither can he.
You pull his hair harder, forcing him to face you, and crash your lips against his. You move together in sync, the music fading into background noise.
He pulls back suddenly, grabbing your hand and dragging you somewhere else.
Of course—it’s the comfort room.
He locks the door without a second thought, ignoring anyone who might need the stall, wanting the space entirely to yourselves.
He doesn’t wait long, pushing you gently against the wall beside the door and kissing you again. His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing firmly and drawing a moan from your lips.
“Jump,” he breathes against your mouth, tapping your thighs before lifting you onto the sink, settling himself between your legs.
His lips travel down your neck, finding a spot before biting and sucking until he’s sure a mark is left behind. Too drunk to care about painting you with purple marks.
“Hm, San,” you moan softly, your hands returning to his hair, fingers threading through it. His cock twitches at the way you touch him.
“Need you so bad,” he whispers, kissing you again as his hands slide higher up your thighs. Chest rising more evidently as he lets his drunk mind take over him.
You hum into the kiss, your left hand drifting down to grab his belt, pulling him closer until his bulge presses against your clothed cunt.
“Fuck,” he groans, grinding into you harder. Your hands slip under his shirt, fingers tracing his toned stomach.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“Does it look like I want you to?” you reply, the alcohol in your system making you bolder, tugging his hair again to make him look up. You press kisses along his adam’s apple, a smirk tugging at his lips.
His hand cradles the back of your head, pressing you closer as your kisses make his head spin even more.
You pull away, and his hands lift your skirt, revealing your damp panties. His thumb settles flat against your core, moving in slow circles that make you sigh.
“Mmm,” you hum, unbuckling his belt and freeing him. He’s already throbbing, precum slicking the tip.
He lifts your chin with a finger and kisses you again while your hand strokes him painfully slow. His tongue slides into your mouth, gathering spit before letting it slide in as you let out a moan into the kiss.
He pulls back, and you understand immediately.
You let the liquid spill from your lips, both of your spit mixing as it drips onto the tip of his cock. Your palm rolls over him, slicking him up until his head falls back.
“Good…” he murmurs, watching your hand work him while his thumb speeds up against your clothed clit.
You quicken your pace, pumping him steadily, occasionally rubbing your thumb over his slit as he presses harder against your core.
“Ah—shit, San—” Your hips buck as your orgasm washes over you, his thumb slowing.
He pulls his hand away, gripping your wrist and stopping your movements, his cock standing flushed and proud between you. More precum leaking from the previous hand job.
“Condoms?” he asks, already reaching for his back pocket.
“No,” you say, grabbing his hands back as he chuckles. “I want to feel you.” Your arms loop around his neck.
“Yeah?” His head tilts as his thumb hooks your panties aside, the tip of his cock brushing over your bare clit.
He bites his lip before slowly pushing just the head in, your hole sucking him in easily.
“God, you’re soaked,” he groans, pulling out just to rub against your clit, making your head fall back.
“Please, please,” you pant, his teasing making you drip even more.
“Greedy,” he mutters before pushing all the way in, stretching you and drawing a loud moan from your lips.
He sets a quick, steady rhythm, both of you breathing hard. His fingers dig into your thighs, already promising bruises, while his head drops into your neck, sucking at your skin as your hands tug his hair harder.
“Feels so fucking good,” he groans, the sound making you clench around him as he hits deep, over and over.
“Fuck—right there. Right there,” you whimper, obscene sounds filling the room as he perfectly drags against your walls.
Taesan’s eyes flick to the mirror, taking in the sight of you tangled together—your fingers in his hair, bodies rocking in sync—making his cock twitch even more.
“God—” he shuts his eyes, the image replaying in his head as the alcohol heightens every sensation. His climax creeps closer.
“Gonna cum—fuck, I’m cumming.” His fingers slip between you, rubbing your clit fast. “Come on, baby, be there with me.”
You squirm, the intensity overwhelming as you clench tighter, gripping his shirt when the pressure snaps.
He slows but drives deeper, making sure you feel every inch. He tries to pull out, but you wrap your legs around him, keeping him buried inside.
“Y/n—fuck, I can’t—” His hips stutter as he loses control.
“Want you inside,” you whisper against his ear.
His eyes squeeze shut as he bites your shoulder and spills inside you, both of your moans echoing in the small room.
“God—please, I need the toilet!” someone yells from outside, making Taesan laugh against your skin.
“He’ll have to pee somewhere else,” Taesan says, kissing you again, his hips still rolling slowly.
hello!! most of my work is mdni mostly because of my reqs, but i do have some fluffs and tiny bits of angst here and there! you can check out my navigations/masterlist to check them.^^
voice kink with sungho?!?! i dont know i just love his voice when he is talking 😌
an: oh we all love his voice alright.
Verse 1:5 | Sweet Nothings P.SH
descript: his voice is just enough to get you completely soaked.
note: idolbf!sungho x f!reader, language, voice kink, f receiving, fingering
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“My voice turns you on, huh?” Sungho says, hovering above you as he lightly traces his fingers up your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin.
This is the result of him catching you embarrassingly squeezing your thighs together while he tells you about his day. His voice is raspy and deep, tired from rehearsals.
“Please,” you whisper softly, your fingers playing with the ends of his long hair, trying to pull him closer—if that’s even possible.
“Hm, you want me?” he murmurs in your ear, his voice sweet like honey. His lips lightly brush against your earlobe as his fingers teasingly graze your core.
It makes you clench around nothing.
You sigh, frustration and heat coiling in your body, making your back arch as you bite your lip while he continues to tease you. A smirk plays on his perfect face.
Finally, he slips his hand inside your panties, his fingertips coming into contact with your drenched cunt. His finger rubs slow circles, your hole aching for more.
“Hmmm,” you moan, your fingers now tugging at his hair as you feel him tease your entrance.
“Who’s got you dripping like this, hm?” he says, resting his middle finger at your hole while his thumb continues to abuse your clit.
“Fuck—you. Only you, please,” you gasp, your hips bucking and making him chuckle at your greediness.
He pushes a finger in, your mouth parting as satisfaction finally washes over you. He pumps slowly, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
“You’re sucking my fingers in, baby,” he laughs lowly, adding another finger as your arms fully circle around him, gripping his shirt.
“Oh my god—” you stutter, breathing heavily.
“So tight. I wonder how you’ll feel around my cock,” he murmurs near your ear, his voice alone making the knot in your lower stomach form embarrassingly fast.
He pushes his fingers deeper, curling upward as he moves at a steady pace, your walls already tightening around him.
“Gonna cum already?” He faces you, your noses brushing as he watches your expression—eyes squeezed shut, a tear at the corner, your lower lip caught between your teeth, hair sticking to your forehead.
He loves seeing you undone for him.
“Hm, sweetheart,” he moans softly at the sight of you. That’s the last straw—you release around his fingers as he slowly pumps, helping you ride out your high.
Your eyes flutter open just in time to see him bring his fingers to his lips, tasting you. After licking his lips, he leans down and captures your mouth in a deep, slow kiss, making you taste yourself.
You bet he fucked you afterward, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
i absolutely love your writing!! may i request for college au!jaehyun fluff? he's so cutie pie
an: ofc! i’m sorry for the delay T_T. Also another song inspired fic omg. Here is myungjae’s toothaching fluff!
Verse 3:9 | Still with you M.JH
descript: Two hours to kill, shared earbuds, and jaehyun finding out he’s been promoted.
notes: suitor!jaehyun x f!reader, college au, fluff, language
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“You can pick the song,” you said with a soft smile, nudging the phone toward Jaehyun as he slipped the earbud out of his left ear.
The two of you were stuck in that familiar in-between—two vacant hours before evening classes—sitting under a small hut by the school field. A cool breeze brushed against your skin, carrying faint laughter from students playing nearby.
Your iced coffees sat half-finished on the table, condensation pooling beneath the cups, your notes scattered carelessly between them. Above, the sky slowly melted into shades of orange as the sun began to set.
“I have a playlist for you, you know that,” Jaehyun laughed softly. He leaned closer, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your left ear before placing the earbud back in—this time, carefully, like it was something precious.
Your heart stuttered at the gesture, warmth creeping up your cheeks.
Jaehyun had been courting you for five months now.
He asked to pursue you during the campus festival, after weeks of lab projects that turned into late-night chats and shared snacks.
Somehow, every day since then, he made you fall a little deeper—effortless, patient, sincere.
“I love this song,” you murmured, your fingers fidgeting with the worn edge of your notebook.
Your faint voice that brushes past me
Please call my name just one more time
“Yeah?” Jaehyun turned his head toward you, eyes bright. “I added this because it reminds me of us.” He glanced down shyly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Your blush deepened.
Though I’m standing under the frozen sunset,
I will walk towards you, one step at a time
“Really?” you asked, laughing softly. “How come?”
He looked at you again, his gaze lingering on your features before settling into your eyes. “Because no matter what happens,” he said quietly, “no matter how long it takes, I’ll always stick by your side.”
Your breath hitched.
For a moment, you just stared at him. The laughter from the field, the rustling leaves, the distant chatter—all of it faded into the background. The song hummed gently in your ears, wrapping around the two of you like a secret.
“Jaehyun…” you said softly, calling his name once.
“Hm?” He hummed in response, eyebrows lifting slightly as his fingers absentmindedly played with yours.
“Can you tell me the date today?” you asked.
His brows furrowed in confusion as he double-tapped his phone. “January 28th?” He looked back at you. “Why?”
“Remember that,” you said, biting your lip, nerves suddenly fluttering in your chest. His head tilted further as confusion set in. “That’s our anniversary.”
His face fell—then froze—like his brain had completely shut down.
“You’re…” He searched your face, as if making sure he read it right. “I’m your boyfriend?” His grip on your hand tightened.
You smiled cheekily and nodded.
He shot up so suddenly that the table shook.
“Jae!” you laughed as one of his books clattered to the ground and both earbuds slipped out of your ears.
“You— you’re mine?” he asked breathlessly, eyes full of disbelief and longing.
You nodded again, laughing harder.
“H-holy shi—” He didn’t finish the sentence because you stood up and clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Oh my gosh, Jae,” you laughed, gently pushing him back down to sit beside you.
He looked up at you, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “C-can I?” he asked softly.
You answered by leaning in.
Your lips met, warm and tentative, then sure. His hands rose instinctively, cupping your cheeks like you might disappear if he didn’t hold on.
“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips, a smile in his voice.
“For what?” you asked when you pulled back slightly, your hands resting over his.
“For being my granted wish.”
The song played on quietly in the earbuds now resting between the both of you.
taesan just casually taking reader somewhere cuz he needed reader so badly 🤞
an: don’t we all want taesan getting called pathetic because he just wants reader so bad😋
Verse 4:12 | Can I borrow you? H.DM
descript: in which taesan decides you’re definitely more interesting than whatever you guys are laughing about.
note: bf!taesan x f!reader, language, degrading kink (?), kind of switch!taesan, p in v (wrap it up), use of their real names
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“You’re an idiot!” Sanghyeok laughs out loud as Woonhak throws one of his usual tantrums over something completely petty.
You and your friends are gathered at Sungho’s place. Is there a special occasion? Not really. Jaehyun just wanted to see everyone and somehow turned that into a sleepover—for absolutely no reason at all. At Sungho’s house, of all places.
You and Wonhee are laughing from the couch, watching the boys point fingers at each other and trade insults while Minju scolds them for being too loud this late at night.
But Dongmin isn’t watching them.
He’s watching you.
From where he’s sitting on the floor, he notices how your pajama top folds at your chest every time you bend forward laughing, giving him an unintentional glimpse of your black bra. Your eyes meet his for just a second—too short to mean anything, too long to mean nothing. He swallows, shifting where he sits, hands clenching at his sides.
The others are too busy laughing to notice when he stands up. Walking over to you and holds a hand out.
“Yes?” you ask, looking up at him as you take it. “You need something?”
“Yeah,” he says casually, already pulling you up. “Borrowing you for a sec.”
Before you can react, he’s dragging you out of the living room and toward the guest room. No one looks twice.
“Oh, come on, Min,” you roll your eyes, though you’re smiling as he shuts the door behind you.
“It’s your fault,” he mutters—and then he’s kissing you.
His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, while the other cradles the back of your head. You pull away just enough to speak, your words brushing against his lips.
“They’re literally right outside.”
You feel him smile.
“As if they’re not used to this,” he murmurs, laughing softly as his hand drifts lower, squeezing your ass.
He guides the both of you toward the bed, sitting down with you standing between his legs.
“Just… ride me? Please?” He looks up at you, moonlight spilling through the window and lighting his face perfectly. “I need you. So bad.”
“Then be quiet,” you warn, fixing him with a stern look as you straddle him, settling right on top of his already hard bulge.
He sighs, satisfied, his hands sliding under your shirt to rest against your bare skin.
You roll your hips slowly, and his head falls back with a quiet groan.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, pressing kisses along his neck until his thoughts scatter.
“Fuck me, please,” he mutters, making you laugh softly. You bite his earlobe once before sitting up and tugging your shorts off. His eyes never leave you as you pull your panties down, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
You climb back onto him, freeing him and wrapping your hand around his length, pumping slowly while he bites down on his lip to stay quiet.
“You’re pathetic,” you tease softly, squeezing him. “Begging when I haven’t even done anything to you.”
He groans.
You sink down on him, both of you muffling your sounds as you move together, foreheads pressing close.
He pulls you in for a kiss as you start to move, his fingers digging into your skin while your hands tangle in his hair.
“Shit,” he moans against your mouth, hands sliding up to your chest, finally squeezing what he’s been staring at all night.
You keep going, thighs burning as you chase your high. His hands move to your ass, guiding your hips as his breathing turns uneven.
“Fuck—fuck,” he whispers. “Yes…”
He lets out a sound a little too loud, and you kiss him again, swallowing his moans.
Both of you moan quietly as everything crashes, moving just enough to ride it out together.
Back in the living room
“No fucking way,” Sungho mutters, staring into space, clearly focused on something else entirely.
“What?” Donghyun asks, glancing around at the sudden shift in energy.
“They’re doing it again!” Sungho groans, throwing his arms up. “In my house, man.”
Thinking about being mad at Taesan where you are shouting, pointing at him furiously over something he forgot to do. But then he just sits there, smiling, clearly enjoying it.
“And you’re finding this funny?” You throw your hands up in the air. “Unbelievable.”
Then he stands up, steps closer to you, and asks, “Are you done?” before kissing you hard, his mind can't help but find you hot even when you are mad.
And just like that, you forget why you were mad in the first place.
descript: in which his patience is running thin so you went in to help, and your lips did the rest.
note: bf!jaehyun x f!reader, language, suggestive, neck kissing, adam's apple kissing, collarbone kissing
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“Ugh—this is so stupid,” Jaehyun groaned, fingers fumbling at the clasp of his earring for what felt like the hundredth time.
He’d been wanting to switch them out all day, but the silver hoops were stubborn, the lock too tight for his patience and his grip already sore from trying. Another frustrated sigh left him as he leaned closer to the mirror, brows knit together.
You heard him from the hallway—the unmistakable sound of Jaehyun on the brink of losing it.
When you stepped into the room, he was sitting on the floor in front of your full-length mirror, legs stretched out, shoulders tense as he tugged at his ear again.
“Hey,” you said softly, kneeling behind him. Your hands settled on his shoulders, thumbs brushing over the tight muscles there. “Need help?”
His shoulders immediately dropped, like he’d been waiting for permission to give up.
“Yes, please,” he muttered, hands falling to his thighs. “I swear I’ve been here for, like, thirty minutes.”
You smiled, leaning down to peck his lips when he tilted his head back to look at you. “Okay, okay. Let me.”
You moved around him and knelt between his legs, the position so natural he barely registered it—except his hands did, automatically finding your hips as you tilted his head gently to the side.
“Hold still,” you murmured, fingers carefully gripping the hoop. You tugged once. Nothing.
“See?” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “I told you. It hates me.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Calm down, Myungjae.”
You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He sighed at the contact, tension easing just a little. Trying again, you adjusted your grip, applying just the right pressure—
—and the hoop popped open.
“There,” you said triumphantly, sliding it free and holding it up.
He stared for a second, then scoffed. “Unbelievable.”
You dropped the earring beside him on the floor. “One more,” you muttered, already reaching for the other.
“That one hurts,” he warned, voice quieter now. “It’s tight… I’ve been messing with it too much.”
You noticed how red his ear was, irritated from all the pulling. “Alright,” you said gently. “I’ll be quick.”
You braced your fingers and pulled it apart in one clean motion. “Shit—” he hissed, wincing.
Before he could complain further, you leaned in, lips pressing to the sensitive spot just under his ear. His breath hitched instantly.
“G-god…” he breathed, head tilting more as your mouth lingered there. His grip on your hips tightened, the sudden softness making him dizzy.
“You’re fine, hm?” you murmured against his skin. “It’s off.”
Your lips trailed down to his jaw, then to his Adam’s apple, kissing it gently before flicking your tongue out just to tease. Goosebumps broke out across his skin.
His hands pulled you closer without thinking, one sliding down to squeeze your ass. A soft laugh slipped from him as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Should’ve complained earlier,” he muttered, biting his lip. “If this is what I get.” Poor him getting painfully hard just from a few kisses.
You smiled, moving lower, kissing along his exposed collarbone where his oversized shirt had slipped. You grazed your teeth over his skin, and a quiet moan escaped him before he could stop it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, one hand coming up to cradle your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “You’re insane.”
You lifted your head, faces inches apart now, his breathing uneven. “Next time you’re having a hard time,” you said softly, “just ask me, hm?”
You kissed him then—slow, sweet—pulling him closer as you shifted to fully straddle him. His arms wrapped around you immediately.
“Oh, I’m having a hard time, alright…” he murmured against your lips.
an: this is my apology letter to @snoopymyung . may you forgive me with this slutty ahh fic 😛.
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