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pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || maknae line x reader
genre: slice of life Ā» 1.5k words
āā¦ drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn
a.note ! apologies for the delay huhu | soccer player!jooyeonās debut on joocomics hurray!!!
( hyung line ver. )
OH SEUNGMIN ā¢ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
š§ now playing... electric love - bĆørns
Last Saturday of July. Or, as it is written in your calendar - the annual neighborhood block party and the traditional game of tag.
You sprint as fast as you can, your sneakers skidding on the grass; behind you, the chaotic shouts of the people you had grown up with since first grade echo through the dark, a mix of excitement and determination.
Needing a quick hiding spot, you finally decide to duck behind the thick overgrown hydrangea bushes. You plunge into the dark shadows only to collide directly with a solid wall of chest and heat. First, you gasp. Then, a warm, calloused hand clamps gently over your mouth.
āShh,ā the familiar voice whispers right against your ear. āYou're going to give us away.ā
You relax and pull Seungmin's hand away from your face. āYou scared the shit out of me, dummy.ā You hiss under your breath.
For so many years now... youāve been hiding together during neighborhood games, sharing sleeping bags at camp and scraping your knees on the same hot asphalt.
But tonight, something feels different. His touch carries a sharp, strong pull that brings a foreign sort of friction.
The hydrangeas force you inches apart; the space is barely enough for one person. You lean back against the fence, but your foot catches on a root. Instinctively, Seungmin grabs you securely by the waist, steadying you. And he doesn't let go.
Up close, you see how much his jawline has sharpened, it's no longer soft and boyish; the well fitted white tee shows how much his shoulders have broadened over the last two years as his chest rises and falls against yours. It's not just from running - the game just started.
He murmurs your name, his voice making your skin tingle like never before.
āYeah?ā you whisper, your heart suddenly hammering so loud you're terrified he can hear it through your ribs, or... feel it, through his hand pressed against your waist.
āYour...ā his eyes drop to your mouth before drtifting back to your eyes. He swallows and then: āI think my bracelet got tangled in the ribbon on your collar.ā
He doesnāt move; his hand remains suspended right at the dip of your collarbone, his knuckles hovering just milimeters from your bare skin. Like that, the familiar, comfortable warmth that defines your friendship turns into live electricity. A dizzying wave of whiplash hits you the moment his gaze lowers to your lips one more time, dark and intense.
Is this right... wanting your best friend to lean down, and erase those last few inches and kiss you?
āFound you!ā A blinding beam of a flashlight cuts through the leaves, shattering the silence between you and Seungmin. The spell breaks as a triumphant shout erupts from outside the bushes. āYou're out! Both of you! Come out, come out.ā
HAN HYEONGJUN ā¢ THE DARE
š§ now playing... eyes off you - prettymuch
āAre you insane?ā Hyeongjun whispers, his face burning red. āAbsolutely not, I'm not doing that. I'll look like a creep.ā
āCome on, man,ā Jiseok chimes in, ālet us help you for once.ā
āJust say the words, coward,ā Jooyeon tosses a peanut at Hyeongjun's shoulder. āTell her she's the hottest girl you've ever seen. Easiest fifty bucks you'll ever make.ā
āMaybe don't...ā Gunil tries to speak up, but Seungmin suddenly starts chanting, lifting his beer bottle in the air:
āThis is the summer of Han Hyeongjun, everyone!ā
Hyeongjun stands up on shaky legs. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment. Fifty bucks cash! Jooyeon calls out behind him. You have to say the words!
As he walks across the lawn, the space between his friends and the oak tree feels miles long. He stops just at the edge of the picnic blanket where you and your friend are sat.
You, the prettiest girl he has ever seen, in the prettiest green dress he has ever seen, stop talking mid-sentence to look up, eyes narrowing slightly as you take in his tall, panicked frame.
āHi,ā he breathes, then clears his throat quickly, forcing himself to look down at you. āI'm... I'm really sorry to interrupt your evening, but I just... I had to come over here and tell you that...ā
The words come out heavy, entirely ridiculous hanging in the cool evening air. Hyeongjun just wants to sprint back to his apartment and lock the door for a week.
Fuck those fifty bucks.
āI draw sometimes too,ā he blurts out.
You blink, your defensive expression shifting into confusion. You glance down at the open sketchbook in your lap where a half-finished sketch of the park's fountain sits.
āWhat?ā you ask quietly, watching him just hover there, his shoulders hitching up to his ears.
āYour... your sketchbook. I just noticed that you're drawing, and not reading, or... scrolling on your phone like everyone else. I'm sorry, that was incredibly awkward. I'll just... go.ā
He can see the collective disappointment on his friends' faces once he turns around, but he doesn't care anymore. Heās relieved that he at least chose a normal, human sentence.
And then, just as he's about to take his second step, he hears your melodic voice, the tilt making his heart race faster.
āWait!ā
Not wasting a second, he turns, noticing your friend lean back with an intrigued smile. You shift on the plaid blanket, the sketchbook tilting onto your bare legs as your hair catches the last rays of golden hour light.
āDid you just use that as a pick up line because your friends dared you to get my number, or do you really draw?ā you ask, observing his coy face with a newfound curiosity.
āA bit of both,ā he answers, letting out a self-depricating laugh. āI'm Hyeongjun.ā Though his neck feels hot like he has a fever, his posture visibly relaxes a bit.
āNice to meet you, Hyeongjun.ā You beam with the prettiest smile Han Hyeongjun has ever seen.
LEE JOOYEON ā¢ FISH OUT OF WATER
š§ now playing... nothing really matters - madonna
You press your forehead against the cool glass of the charter bus window, watching the highway blur past. Two rows ahead of you, the starting defensive line is currently screaming at a nintendo switch screen, while across the aisle, the backup goalkeeper is meticulously wrapping his lucky athletic tape around his left shin for the third time this hour, whispering what sounds like a prayer to the gods.
Jesus, you hate soccer.
Footsteps echo down the aisle, cutting through the bass of a Kendrick Lamar track blasting from someone's portable speaker. You look up as Jooyeon slides into the empty seat beside you, a massive grin stretching across his face; heās dressed in his usual varsity track jacket.
āComfortable?ā he asks, handing you a coffee, then slinging an arm over the top of the headrest.
You slowly close the laptop, giving him a flat, unamused look. āI have never felt more out of my depth in my entire life. Your teammate over there is literally kissing hisā¦ shin pads.ā
āHey, don't knock the rituals.ā Jooyeon laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. āYou look like you're about to write a psychological horror piece instead of a sports article.ā
āI really don't know how me getting dragged to this is going to be useful,ā you say, gesturing vaguely to the chaotic bus around you. You take a sip, then continue: āPeople want to know why you crashed a golf cart into the university fountain, Jooyeon, not which Mario Kart character your teammates identify with.ā
āBut they already know about all of that. That's why I'm in the doghouse,ā he points out, a ring of annoyance briefly tilting his voice. āIf you just write a boring apology piece, nobody's going to buy it. Nobodyās going to forgive me. But if you show what happens here... how much pressure is not only on me, but all these guys, how hard we work and how we actually function when we aren't being idiots at frat parties... that's a real story.ā
Your eyes narrow as you study the relaxed, confident tilt of his head a little more. āYou know, I'm aware why you're doing this. You don't care about journalism, and you certainly don't care about the universityās newspaper. You just want me to write a stunning piece so you can get back on the field. And to make the campus girls forget you are a menace.ā
Jooyeon's grin falters just for a second, a sudden serious flash crossing his eyes before he masks it. āIs that what you really think of me?ā
āI've spent three years watching soccer players on this campus," you stand your ground despite the slight flutter in your chest; all because of the way he holds his gaze on you - like thereās absolutely nothing more important or interesting that could steal his attention right now. āGive me one good reason to think you're any different.ā
Jooyeon continues looking at you for a long moment, the rowdy noise of the bus fading into the background between you. Then, a soft, breathy laugh escapes him as he shakes his head, reaching into his duffel bag. āFair enough,ā he murmurs, giving an ending to this conversation. He pulls out a slightly crushed paper bag, holding it out to you. āBlueberry muffin. To prove my dedication to the cause, you know.ā
You stare down at the little bag, then up at his ridiculously charming face - at his glinting eyes which you see almost every day now. You let out a defeated sigh and accept the sweet treat, realising with a jolt just how easily he has woven himself into your life.
pairing: non-idol!o.de x fem!reader | fuckboy!o.de x fem!reader
contains: text messages and social media posts w/ events that take place straight after part one; i tried to be coherent as much as possible with dates and time, but stillā¦ donāt pay too much attention to these details, there might be inconsistencies
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istg iāve been yapping sm about this from last year (i have written two little drabbles about it too) but i wonāt stop until heās HERE šÆļøšÆļøšÆļø
āŖ iām seeing you everywhere i goā¦ i donāt dream of anyone else
š¤ ex-bf!o.de x noona!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) Ā» 1.2k words Ā» request
š Ū¶ą§ second chance romance, older!reader, soft!dom!reader, praise kink, oral sex (f!rec), exhibitionism, against the wall, pet names, hair pulling, light alcohol consumption, reader is called noona twice
Every year, when Gunil flies back home for his birthday, the old squad gathers together. And every year, you have to brace yourself - mentally, physically, emotionally - for the inevitable.
The voice in your head tries to comfort you: youāre three years into a solid career that pays the bills. You have a five year plan for the future. You have your life together. Youāre fine.
But then, the gate to the backyard creaks, and you donāt even have to look up to know itās him. You can just feel it. And youāre not fine, because your new self, so carefully crafted, starts to crumble.
Heās exactly like the version of him that still lives in your memories, just sharpened by time. Heās broader in the shoulders. Looking more comfortable in his own skin. With an easier smile and brighter eyes - you canāt help but notice their light dimming, though, once they eventually land on you.
You had three hundred and sixty four days to get over Oh Seungmin, but seeing him across the lawn makes you realise your progress wasā¦ very, very thin.
When he passes the bonfire, stopping at a polite distance, the small talk youād rehearsed for days dies in your throat.
Hi, how have you been? turns into careful updates about work and mutual friends, each sentence slightly stiff due to your shared history that makes the summer air feel extra heavy.
Around midnight, the party has grown louder, empty bottles everywhere. The two of you are just buzzed enough for the old gravity to take hold, pulling you together in the empty dark hallway of the house, until the tension snaps.
The kiss is bittersweet, but desperate, tasting of alcohol and longing. It lasts until your knees weaken, and your mind starts spinning; until your lips get puffy, earning a tint of red. Until your tongues start fighting for dominance, your hands roaming underneath his plain white t-shirt.
āThis hasnāt happened before,ā he breathes against your mouth, heart thudding a frantic rhythm.
He spins you with a single motion, one arm inviting your back against his frame, making you gasp quietly. The sudden switch in positioning helps you feel exactly what you do to him; how easily you still get under his skin.
āWeāll both regret this tomorrow,ā you murmur, though the affection in your voice betrays you.
āI wouldnāt,ā he says, voice steady, firmer, yet still soft as his lips graze your ear, letting out a tender moan. āI donāt dream of anyone else, but you.ā
His mouth, passionate just the way you remember it, plants a kiss on your shoulder, then makes its way to your neck; the strap of your fitted dress suddenly slipping.
A soft, needy sound crawls from your mouth as you do yet another erotic motion with your hips, ass rubbing against his obvious erection.
āNeed you to listen to me, baby,ā he whispers; the thudding music almost swallowing his voice. āIāll do anythingā¦ Just, please come back.ā
You turn around to meet his eyes - theyāre gleaming; not with hope, but with yearning and something close toā¦ fear; fear of what your response might be.
Grabbing onto his shirt, you invite him back in, giving him a long, deep, dizzying kiss. After you detach, devastatingly slow, Seungmin is panting, unable to utter a word.
Until you tell him: āDrop to your knees, first.ā
Yes, noona is all he says.
He pulls your underwear down your thighs until the panties are tucked into his back pocket. The second you press your heel against his shoulder, his tongue sticks out, finding your pussy lips, and licking a stripe that has you sighing with your head tilting against the wall.
āFuck,ā Seungmin breathes in delight. Immediately, he leans back in to flatten his tongue and lick again, then again, parting your slick folds. The familiar taste has him humming into your heat; your natural scent, making his cock throb in desire. āI missed it so muchā¦ your sweet pussy.ā
He tugs at your clit with his lips, sucking slow and tight. In response, you twitch against his mouth, your body welcoming the sweet rush as you thread fingers through the depths of his dark hair, refusing to let him drift out of reach.
āAnd I missed your eyes,ā you confess, tugging at a few strands to tilt him back, just enough to see his gaze better; he looks dazed, like heās getting wasted on your taste. āYou know how much I love your eyesā¦ right?ā
Seungminās hands travel up your hips, steadying you both. A small hum slips from his mouth - less of a response and more of an indicator of pure relief.
He canāt seem to break away from the magnetic pull of your stare. So, instead of looking away, he holds onto it, letting you roll your hips the way you like, using his tongue to strengthen your pleasure.
āAnd this mouth,ā you add, breathless, dragging your slick pussy over his face erotically. The warmth pools inside you with every next grind of your body against him. āYou love it when itās on me, donāt you?ā
āMmānoonaā¦ so much.ā
Soon, you bite your lip, strong and harsh, trying to contain your sounds as they inevitably rise higher. But itās impossible when his face feels this good. When his nose only adds to the sensation every time it brushes your clit ever so softly.
Your hips canāt help but quicken their rhythm, humping him, like they have a mind of their own.
Once Seungmin finally shifts, itās to bring you even closer. āAlmost forgot how wet you get for me,ā he comments, voice muffled by your folds.
Wanting to continue where he left off, he presses himself into your cunt properly, flicking his tongue left to right. He moans blissfully, as if heās the one receiving the pleasure.
The new angle, the nearness, the way his lips are glued to you, occasionally sucking softly, the heat. It all makes your moans multiply and shake.
āJust like that,ā you somehow manage, your chest rapidly heaving. āSo good, baby!ā
Seungminās eyes briefly flick to you as he decides itās a good time to push two fingers inside you. His name echoes beautifully in the dark hallway, a streak of gold illuminating his silhouette as he now moves his hand up and down, his excellently curved digits stroking your throbbing walls.
Thatā¦ combined with the efficient way he focuses on your clit, magnifies the swirling heat in your stomach. Next thing you know - you lose control over your entire body, hand slamming over your mouth.
The orgasm is staggering; with Seungminās gaze trying to get glimpses of you as he pumps in and out of your entrance, his heavy pants fanning your clit till you canāt take any more of the stimulation.
Slowly, you bring your foot down, barely capable of holding yourself up. But after some seconds pass, all you can focus on is him - how much you missed him.
How he searches for your eyes, so lovingly, while still on his knees. How the shiny slickness around his mouth and the thin sheen of sweat on the side of his neck make him look even more attractive.
More yours.
āGood boy,ā you smile, tracing the sharp jawline of his face with your finger.
Genre: private uni au, classmates to ???, implied rich kids
Notes: smut, reader likes to tease and show off, Jungsu's a little desperate, slight exhibitionism, masturbation (m), pantie fucking, unprotected sex; mentions of the pill and being tested, tiny little bit of breast play, creampie-ish, dedicated to @joocomics š«¶š»
He sits right behind you in Astronomy class, which he sucks at. And you sit beside him in Creative Writing, which you suck at.
It didn't take long before the two of you noticed the other's potential in the class you weren't good at; so the deal was done quickly.
Every Wednesday evening, you met up at the library. It was located in the center of the private university the two of you attended. It was the 'real deal'; uniforms, old buildings, useless classes about things that no one wants a degree in, frat parties, dormitories and all.
"Why did you take Creative Writing if you hate it so much?" Jungsu asks, handing your assignment, that he just finished for you, back to you.
You shrug as you take the papers from him. "It sounded easy enough for the extra credit. Why did you take Astronomy?"
Jungsu loosens his uniform tie and smirks at you. "Because you're in it."
You scoff but flash him a smile. It's not the first time he's said something like this. You don't mind it though, you just wonder if he really means it.
The two of you are barely friends, you know nothing of each other apart from what's being shared during these tutoring hours.
As you take a good look at him, you can't help but think that he looks really handsome. His honey blonde hair compliments his tan skin. He's got the sleeves of his blouse rolled up and you recognize the silver bracelet he often wears. It has a charm of your favorite planet on it, but you doubt he even knows which one it is.
It's getting late, but the weather is crazy hot. You unbutton the first two buttons of your white blouse and fan your face, as you reach your other hand for your iced coffee.
Jungsu takes in everything; his eyes glance over your chest, he sees your bra peeking through the small opening of your blouse. He looks at your lips wrapped around the paper straw as you drink your beverage.
He gulps when you cross your legs and your uniform skirt hikes up your thighs.
"Eyes up here, Jungsu." You say as you see him fixated on your lower regions. You can't help but unbuttoning another button when he slowly looks up. The uniform top barely covering your bra anymore.
"You did that on purpose." He says, shamelessly looking at your hands smoothening the fabric of the blouse by your breast.
"What if I did?" You reply, slowly bending towards the table to grab your drink again. Your half open blouse now gives him a full view.
Jungsu scans his surroundings. The library is pretty much empty, the two of you sit in the far back and he weighs his options. He's one of the richest students of this school, and your family has a lot of connections here too. No one will care.
"I think we should take a break from studying and blow off some steam." He then says, patting his lap as an invitation for you to sit there.
You finish your coffee and get up to throw the cup in the bin. When you walk back, you notice the painfully obvious boner he has and you don't hesitate to take place on Jungsu's lap.
He looks down at your cleavage, seeing more of it than he's ever seen. His hands are under your plaid skirt and on your ass, softly gripping onto your panties.
You look at his lips, how he's biting the lower one. His gaze is focused on your body, but you desperately need to kiss him.
Placing your hand under his chin, you lift it and press a firm kiss on his lips.
He moans into your mouth and slightly bucks his hips against your core.
You break the kiss with a smirk, then slowly reach for your blouse to button it up again. You press ano kiss on Jungsu's lips, whoās now looking at you in confusion.
āIāve got an important exam tomorrow morning.ā You say with your sweetest voice, getting off his lap. You're slightly bummed at the absence of his hard dick against you. āI need my sleep.ā
āAnd what am I supposed to do?ā Jungsu says, a scoff leaving his mouth as he points to his dick, strained in his uniform pants.
You let out a soft chuckle and reach one hand under your skirt, taking off your black lacy underwear. You throw it on his lap.
He tangles his fingers with the thin and delicate fabric, looking up at you with his doe eyes. He pushes the panties in his pocket, not taking out his hand.
āSee you next time, Jungsu.ā You sing-song at him, grabbing your books and turning around.
He watches you leave, his fist squeezing the underwear you gave him. āFuck.ā He mumbles under his breath.
He thinks for a second then takes his fist out of his pocket, your underwear still warm from being on your body just a few moments ago.
His dicks gets even harder by the feeling of the fabric around his fingers and the fact that there's a decently sized wet patch, he knows he can't go anywhere without taking care of this first. So he does.
Unzipping his pants, he pushes down his boxers and takes out his cock; throbbing and already leaking with precum.
Not wasting any time, he wraps your panties around himself and slowly fucks into his own hand.
Soft panting can be heard throughout the library as he mutters your name and pumps himself quicker. He knows no one's around, but he still wants to keep your name for himself.
Thinking back to the way your perfect tits sat in your bra, the same lacy fabric as the flimsy thing heās fucking himself with, he parts his lips and throws back his head as he cums. Into his hand and covering your panties.
He doesn't even feel bad about it, but he cleans himself off with your underwear and stuffs it back into his pocket.
~
It's a week later when you see him again. Wednesday evening, you walk into the dimly lit library to your usual study spot.
Heās sitting behind the desk, books open and an iced coffee next to them. As you walk closer you see that it's two iced coffees, one looking suspiciously similar to the order you always have.
The warm early Summer air signals the almost-ending of the semester and you catch yourself wondering if youāll see him again after you've both done your exams.
Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you pull out the chair next to him. You point at the iced coffee, the condensation dripping on Jungsuās notebook. āThat for me?ā
He nods, then takes something out of his pocket and throws it in front of you on the table. Your underwear. Clean.
You hum in amusement and take the thing in your hands, you faintly smell his laundry detergent on it. āYou washed it?ā
āI can be nice.ā Jungsu says, grabbing his own coffee and taking a sip. āI wouldn't give it back to you all dirty.ā
āWas it a good jerk?ā You ask, eyeing him. The slight shift of Jungsuās hip on the chair doesn't go unnoticed by you.
āOne of the best.ā He replies, running a hand through his hair and slightly loosening his tie with the other.
You smile, giving him a quick nod as you reach for your coffee. Jungsu can't keep his eyes off of your blouse; it's tight and youāve barely tried to cover your chest with it. The hot pink color of your bra is most definitely showing through the uniform fabric and heās mesmerized.
You look at him as you take a sip from your coffee, slowly and steadily. Droplets of water plop down your chest and over the curves of your breasts.
āYou don't even try to hide it anymore.ā He says calmly, making you raise an eyebrow.
āWhat do you mean?ā You say innocently, holding the condensed cup against your blouse.
Jungsu swallows hard when you lean forward to put the cup away again. More hot pink became visible for him to see.
āThat we should fuck.ā He states, reaching out his hand to undo the top button of your blouse. Which is technically somewhat in the middle of your chest.
You grab hold of his tie and pull him closer to you to press a kiss on his lips. Immediately his hands go to your waist, pulling you on top of his lap yet again.
āI passed my exam, by the way.ā You pant, unbuttoning the rest of your blouse.
āGood.ā Jungsu's hands are quick to reach for your breasts, squeezing them firmly. He moans at the touch and mumbles, āguess you won't need me to tutor you anymore.ā
You sneak your hand down your bodies, unzipping Jungsu's pants. Then lifting your hips to take his cock in your hand, slowly pumping it. āI didn't say that.ā
Jungsu looks up, then carefully grabs the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. He whines softly as you slide your thumb over his leaking tip.
āDo you have anything with you?ā He asks, messily taking off your blouse and trying to undo your bra with one hand.
You shake your head, then reach for the clasps on your bra, undoing it yourself. āāPill and Iām clean. I assume you are too if we're already this far?ā
āOh fuck.ā Jungsu sighs, his dick twitching against your hand as he hears that. āOkay good, yeah I am too.ā
He buries his face against your tits the moment you throw your bra on the table. Heās nipping, liking and sucking on your skin like he's got nothing to lose.
You push aside your panties, hot pink and soaked, and slide him into you. The stretch is big but wonderful, and you take a second to get yourself adjusted to his size.
Jungsuās moan as you sink down on him is definitely too loud for library standards, but the both of you don't care. If anyone were to catch you, the both of you are able to talk yourself out of it anyway.
The library chair is small, but not too uncomfortable for this. And honestly youād been wanting this for so long, any circumstance would have been fine for you.
Jungsu's hands travel to your ass, slowly helping you bounce up and down on his dick. He looks at you, at your pretty lips parted with pleasure, at the way your hair sticks to your skin from the sweaty Summer heat, and the slightly messy lipstick that you swore to him was smudge-proof.
He thrusts into you a little rougher, knocking over his almost finished iced coffee. It spills over his notes and he hisses.
You drape your arms around his shoulders, letting out the softest moans and pants you have in you as you're well aware where you are.
You look at Jungsu; his brows knitted together, nose scrunched and plump lips leaving a small space for his sounds to escape his mouth. His fringe sticks to his forehead, and the vein in his neck is prominent.
Slightly dipping your head, you grab his chin and move it upwards so you can kiss him. He thrusts into harder, sending you over the edge and you come hard; moaning his name into his mouth and covering his lap and the chair with your juices.
He gently nips your lower lip, then throws his head back as he spills himself into you. Cock pulsating in your wet hole, bare and for you to feel everything.
You rest your forehead against Jungsu's. He presses another kiss on your lips.
You get off of his lap, the mixture of his cum and yours pooling in your underwear. Jungsu tries to get himself cleaned up with some of the napkins he got with the iced coffees, but it's not doing much.
As you grab your blouse from the table, you notice the spilled coffee on Jungsu's notes. You button up your uniform, not bothering to put your bra back on, and pat dry the notebook.
āIāll give you my notes, if you like.ā You say with a small chuckle. You then take a sip of your own coffee, now slightly lukewarm, and offer some to Jungsu.
He takes it and lets out a soft laugh. āI don't need them, I passed my exam too.ā
He hands the cup back to you, your fingers brushing against each other. Your eye falls on the silver bracelet with the planet charm on it.
āDo you even know what planet that is?ā You tease him.
āNeptune.ā he nods, a grin on his face. āYour favorite.
Your whole body gets warm, you didn't expect him to know that.
As the clock strikes 1 am, you let out a soft yelp. Curfew has just started. You quickly get up and gather your things, sheepishly standing in front of Jungsu as you don't know how to say goodbye to him.
His gaze falls on the table or rather what's still on it, hot pink and lacy. He grabs your bra and hands it to you.
āKeep it.ā You hear yourself say. āYou can give it back next time.ā
Jungsuās eyes widen, then a sparkle is to been seen in them and a smile curls up his lips.
@joocomics inspires me because of the way she writes atmospheres and feelings; I always am IN the story and not 'just' reading it šāāļøShe's amazing at descriptions imo
āŖ letās just be glad for the time togetherā¦ lifeās such a treat and itās time you taste it
š¤ bsf!o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) Ā» 1.0k words Ā» request
š Ū¶ą§ friends to lovers trope, exhibitionism kink, size kink, oral sex (f!rec), balcony sex, headlock, light sub/dom dynamic
Your floral sundress catches a soft breeze as you lean against the cool marble, enjoying the low hum of the city. Youāre twenty stories up, perched on a wrap around balcony that feels like itās floating.
The night air is humid, and the distance between you and Seungmin, whoās leaning back on his elbows - minimal.
He chuckles lowly when you sigh at the possibility of your parents dragging you to the same place for dinner tomorrow, again. āIāll tell you what,ā he says, his voice dipping slightly. āIf they do thatā¦ Iāll just tell them Iām taking you somewhere else.ā
You tilt your head to look at him, your heart doing a little flutter; not only as a reaction to his words but also to the way he looks tonight. He fits perfectly into the luxury of the suite - elegant and charming; the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to reveal skin kissed by the sun.
Who are you kiddingā¦ Your friend Oh Seungmin has always been attractive.
āAnd where would that be?ā You raise an eyebrow, matching his flirtatious tone.
He shifts, reaching out to feel the fabric of your dress. āSomewhere that actually deserves this view.ā
Heat rises to your cheeks, but you keep your smirk steady. āItās just a summer dress.ā
āItās not just a dress.ā Seungmin murmurs, stepping in front of you until your waist is pressed against the railing. His hand travels up your chest, maddeningly gentle. āAnd these buttons right hereā¦ theyāre pretty.ā He adds, making his way to the thin strap on your shoulder.
He moves his other hand too, fingertips brushing against your thigh, lifting the dress with the help of the warm breeze.
āYouāve been noticing a lot of things lately,ā you whisper, breath hitching from how boldly he squeezes your butt.
āHard not to.ā He answers with a deeper voice.
But what surprises you most is that in the next few seconds, he drops to his knees, making your mouth go dry with the sight. The heat in your belly is already coiling as he drags your panties down, fingers hooked beneath the lace as his teeth catch the elastic.
After he tucks them into his pocket, one of your legs gets draped over his broad frame, heel resting on his shoulder while his mouth meets your pussy. At first, his tongue slides slow and steady, like he wants to take his time to explore you. But then, his grip on your ass strengthens, eager to push you onto his face like he wants to devour you.
āFuck, right thereāā your moans mingle with the wind, sweet and ecstatic. The sensation is strong, rushing through your body each time he moves to swirl around your clit, passionately nibbling on it; itās so strong that soon you canāt stop yourself from chasing it - rolling your hips in your own rhythm as his fingers dig into your cheeks to keep you glued to his lips. āPleaseā¦ Almostāā
Seungminās hands drop.
His lips, soft and slick, give your puffy clit one last tug before he raises on his feet. āNot yet, baby.ā
For a split second, you have trouble remembering where you are. The pleasure faltering so suddenly has you stand against the railing unstable and twitchy.
āTsk,ā Seungmin grins softly at the way you clench your thighs; a vast contrast to the way your gaze, glinting with want, inspects his chest as heās unbuttoning his shirt. āThought you were close.ā
His elegant shirt falls to the ground; the view of his toned abs, his broad chest and the captivating way it moves with every breathā¦ it makes your pussy throb harder. He pushes his dark dress pants around his thighs, his boxers next.
You donāt leave him time for anything else: āPlease, fuck me.ā
And he doesnāt leave you waiting.
Before you can say anything else, he turns you around and bends you over slightly. You were so hypnotised by his powerful, well defined muscles that you forgot to pay proper attention to what his cock looks like.
But a second later - you feel it.
Suddenly the cityās glowing skyline dissolves into a hazy smear of neon, your focus snaps entirely to the way an inch of his hard length pushes through your walls.
āFuckāā Your hand flies over to his wrist. āSlowly,ā you plead, then whimper softly as the warm stretch begins to sting. āSo bigā¦ā
Seungmin bites down a moan at the exciting thrill of your tightness; he can only imagine the immense pleasure that will come when your cunt finally adjusts and he can move through it freely.
It will fit perfectly.
āDonāt tell me you canāt take it,ā he teases.
The last thing he wants is to bring you pain, so he pushes as slow as he can, then retrieves just as slowly and repeats the process, savouring the sounds dripping from your mouth.
With a delay, you shake your head, then glance over your shoulder. āI can take it,ā you murmur quietly.
But to Seungmin your voice has never been softer, so seductive. Especially when you add:
āJust stretch me a little bit moreā¦ please.ā
His entire body lights up on fire at your words. In order to keep his composure, he fists on your skirt when his hips move back, all his muscles tensing. The moment you welcome him to the base, he presses himself against you, letting you feel every inch of his size throbbing inside you.
When he places an arm around your shoulders to invite you closer, his voice slips lower and slightly thicker.
āI think youāre ready for me, sweetheart.ā
Everything in front of you becomes an unrecognisable blur - the only thing real and sharp is the heat that magnifies as he begins to thrust himself into you; firm, warm bicep settled right below your chin.
A strained moan crawls its way out of your throat once he properly speeds up the pace, making you grasp on his unmovable arm, like itās the only thing that can keep you on your feet.
āŖ iām sorry if i get protectiveā¦ need these boys to get the message
š¤ o.de x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) Ā» 1.1k words Ā» request
š Ū¶ą§ friends to lovers trope, marking kink, dirty talk, slight spit kink, hand kink, heated makeout session, praise, jealous!seungmin
Youāre sat on the floor between Hyeongjun and Jiseok, clutching a hand of uno cards which sadly are mostly yellow.
Gunil and Jungsu are perched on the edge of the sofa - intensely trying to predict if a draw four card is somewhere in the stack.
Seungmin is sat on the armchair, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharper than usual. It seems like youāre the only one who notices that heās been unusually quiet all evening.
Jiseok tosses his card down, then nudges your shoulder with his, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. āYour turn.ā When you remain quiet, taking several seconds longer to pick a card, he nudges you again. āStuck already?ā
āIām thinking, Jiseok.ā You mutter, scanning your cards. āRelax.ā
Jiseok laughs before lifting his drink to his mouth. āIf you play that Skip card on Jungsu, Iāll buy you that citrusy green scented perfume youāve been eyeing for a while nowā¦ Promise.ā He winks at you and takes a long sip.
You roll your eyes - Jiseok being Jiseok, he says things like that to everyone.
Across the circle Seungminās eyes are fixed on Jiseokās shoulders as they keep leaning into your space. Until he walks over, stepping into the small gap between you. He sits down right behind you, his chest presing behind your back gently until there wasnāt any space left between the two of you.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck. āBlue four,ā he whispers daringly. He reaches around you, pointing to the card in your hand.
A smile tugs at your lips, but the air in the room feels twice as thick, electrified by the scent of his familiar cologne.
When the round is finished, Gunil suggests that itās time to order the pizza. As the guys start debating what kind of pizza exactly theyāre going to order, Seungmin puts his hand around your waist and guides you to the bedroom without a word.
The door clicks shut. He just stands there for a moment, his silhouette framed by the streetlights filtering through the blinds.
āAre you okay?ā You ask, stepping closer with your hand reaching out to his arm. āYouāve been really quiet.ā
Before he says anything, Seungmin closes the small distance between you, hands moving to cup your face.
āIām sorry,ā he starts, voice low and slightly heavy. āI know I can get protective sometimes, but...ā His sentence falters as his gaze lands on your parted lips; warm, with undisguised desire.
āItās okay,ā you say, slightly breathless, just enough to give you away. āIt feels nice, actually.ā
Your hands slide up his chest, catching the frantic thud of his heart against your palms. A small smile blooms on your mouth, but then, one of his hands falls to your waist and he swiftly switches places. Now, youāre pressed into the wall as he leans in, his soft lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a touch that makes your toes curl against the carpet.
āCan you stay here with me for a bit?ā He asks, nose brushing against yours.
āSure,ā you whisper, getting lightheaded by his warm consuming presence.
The kiss that follows is soft but deep, holding a taste of months of repressed tension. When his fingers tangle in your hair, angling you slightly to the side, his mouth travels down your neck; the exploration of his sensual tongue leaves no room for doubt - the best friends barrier has melted, turning into a liquid heat that now pools in your stomach instead.
Your knees feel like theyāre about to melt too, as he nibbles on the skin below your ear, one hand keeping your head steady. The only thing keeping you upright is the secure grip of his fingers against your hips as the chatter on the other side of the wall turns into a distant, unimportant hum.
Until you take his wrists and guide them up your body.
āIāve been wanting to do this for so long,ā he confesses after dragging his puffy lips to the shell of your ear, pressing a lingering heated kiss. His palms find your breasts, automatically gripping on them through the clothing.
āMe too,ā you breathe, keeping his touch on you; the cold metal of his accessories a vast contrast with your heightened body temperature.
Your voice, needy and alluring, makes something in him shift; a small airy sound escapes him, then his mouth presses against the curve of your neck with what feels like an insatiable hunger that has him sucking harder.
Your breath hitches, your tummy flipping while your quiet moans multiply at the possessiveness of his lips. When he finally pulls back to look at you, he lifts one hand to your face, middle and index fingers finding their way inside your mouth.
The masculine taste on your tongue brings you a sense of peace as well as lust; itās a strange but pleasant combination you have never felt before.
Seungmin notices the bliss spreading across your face and he starts sliding his digits back and forth so you can suck harder. āYou look so pretty like this,ā he murmurs, captivated by the way you lose yourself completely in the moment. āSucking on my fingers like the good girl you are.ā
Your lips part a little bit, his words bringing back some of your focus. This small movement makes Seungminās fingers shift back, and a string of your spit stretches across your mouth; he smears it left and right slowly, hooded gaze fixed on you.
āYou can put them anywhere you want to,ā you hear yourself say just as he swipes your bottom lip; it almost sounds like a plea.
He knows what you mean, what you want - yet, he decides to push for more details by teasing. āAnywhere?ā He smirks. āIām gonna need you to be more specific, baby.ā
āA little lower,ā you whisper, tone dipping into a seductive note.
Seungmin guides his two fingers slowly down the side of your neck, tracing your excited pulse that beats against your warm skin. But he doesnāt stop - his touch trails downward before resting over your chest where he can feel the speedy rhythm of your heart.
āLower,ā you encourage him.
His hand continues, still deliberately slow, as if he wants to memorise every inch of a territory he finally has the chance to claim.
āYouāre shaking.ā He says lowly as the air in the room thickens with tension; thereās satisfaction creeping in his voice.
Leaning in to ghost his lips over yours, he slips his hand inside your pants, sighing at the exciting feeling of your underwear that he pulls to the side.
āOf course I am,ā you finally manage to tease back, though you lack your usual steady edge.
Your playful resort dies in your throat as his other arm swiftly snakes around your waist. With a sudden, possessive tug, he pulls you flush against him, closing every inch of space - until you can feel his heartbeat against your own, and his careful, warm fingers enter you smoothly.
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Tysm for this, I really loved it a lot!! I already dmed you with my thoughts but I literally just love how you write your fics and drabbles; you manage to sneak in small details that just get me in my feels (him sitting behind me to help but also to show jiseok to back off?!?! The noses touching?!?!?! Feeling his rings through me clothes as he touches me?!?! Girl.) The tension was so good, the little looks and noticing he acts slightly different today!!! (Jiseok's the perfect playful tease for this as well especially for meš¤). I know we're besties so I'm biased as fuck, but I really do think you're an amazing writer! You have a great talent of making me feel what you write, what you mean with your writing š
āŖ sorry i did not see the visionā¦ thank the lord the fine you has risen
š¤ non-idol!jiseok x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) Ā» 1.0k words Ā» request
š Ū¶ą§ college classmates au, soft!dom!jiseok, praise, fingering (in a public library), pet names, exhibitionism kink, voice kink
āI have to tell you something,ā Jiseok says, breaking ten minutes of heavy silence. āI recognised you the first day I saw you in class. Butā¦ I figured Iād wait until you were truly cooked before offering my help.ā
He says it casually, his voice even drops into a playful register as he pulls his knit sweater over his head. Now, he remains in a plain black t-shirt.
Your brain momentarily short-circuits. Since when a basic cotton tee looks this attractive? The fabric hugs his shoulders - which are much broader than you remembered them - the dark color, making them look appetising.
āYou know,ā he elaborates simply, āpayback for the comments on my bowl cut in seventh grade.ā
āYou donāt get it, Jiseok.ā You groan, forcing yourself into ignoring the flutter in your chest, and focusing on your impending academic doom instead. āI am beyond cooked. This is too hard. Iām never passing this class!ā
āYou are.ā
His voice is steady in its earnestness. He reaches out and gently pulls your hands away from your face. But instead of letting go, he keeps your fingers curled around yours.
Your breath hitches; the heat of his palm is a sudden but intoxicating sensation.
āCome on, read it again.ā His deep voice prompts, quieter. He nods down - toward the dense paragraph on Nucleophilic Substitution that youāve been staring at for thirty minutes. āSlowly,ā he adds, voice dipping even lower.
You swallow hard, your throat suddenly feeling tight, your mouth - dry. You try to find your place on the page but itās a challenge under the weight of his stare.
You begin with the first sentence while Jiseokās thumb traces a maddeningly soft circle against your palm. Itās impossibleā¦ The only thing your mind holds onto is the smooth, melodic rhythm of his voice; the gentle commands āagain,ā āslowlyā repeat themselves like a magic loop.
You look up, defeated, catching him staring at you; gaze glinting with something intense and masculine. Even the glasses only add to his handsomeness.
āKeep going,ā he encourages you, but then his grip loosens.
āā¦ the nucleophile approaches the carbon atom fromā¦ā
The same hand, warm and steady, moves to caress your thigh. Your pulse begins to hammer. The tips of his fingertips dip between your bare legs - which subtly separate to welcome them.
āā¦ oppositeā¦ā you trail off as his touch shifts again, travelling further beneath your skirt. The soft patterns are focused on your panties now; right around your hidden clit. āā¦ the leaving g-groupāā
You adjust slightly, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. The complex chemistry in front of you feels like a distant problem nowā¦ in comparison to the reactions happening in your body. But you donāt say anything nor do you want to stop it.
āYouāre not even looking at the page,ā Jiseok speaks up, tilting his head, intrigued. āYou started off so well.ā
Seriously, though. What happened to the old Kwak Jiseok you once knew? The one you and the rest of the class used to called science gremlin?
And how does he do it so casually? Rubbing so smoothly and deliberately, yetā¦ lightly and efficiently, like he knows exactly what he needs to do.
Hereā¦ in this shadowy corner of the library.
āThe nucleophile approachesāā
āYou already read that, baby.ā
He leans in closer, letting out a small chuckle. But itās the way he doubles the pressure on your clit, aiming for a stronger thrill, that has you flinching.
A damp spot emerges underneath his two fingers.
āThatās why you canāt focus,ā he comments, lips curving slightly as he decides to slip into your underwear. He finds you soaked. āSomething really frustrates you.ā
You try to glare at him: āIām focused.ā But your determination only falters when you meet his alluring eyes.
āSmart girl,ā a smile blooms across his face. His middle finger drags through your slick folds; one teasing stripe that forces a whine from you. His gaze flickers to your mouth. āYou can do it if you just pay attention, baby.ā
You wet your lips as his fingers stay right where they are, then, hesitant, you slowly start the next paragraph: āThe transition state,ā your voice slips breathless. You pause to grab your yellow highlighter. Perhaps gripping onto something solid is going to help you keep your composure. āIt involves a pentacoordinate carbonā¦ā
āThatās right,ā Jiseok murmurs hushed, spreading you open before leisurely dragging up to your aroused clit and circling around. āGood girl.ā
A wave of pleasure courses through you, so strong, you stutter through the final sentence, squirming in your seat. Every time he speaks in that low velvety hum, it feels like something physical is trying to pull you toward him.
āThat was so perfect,ā he murmurs, his tone sounding heavier than usual. āNow read it one more time from the beginningā¦ then youāll tell me what you understood.ā
You clear your throat, trying to ignore how the air feels too thin to breathe; while he angles his wrist, slipping lower to rub lightly on the dripping area.
The enforced quiet of the room only makes you more hyper aware of everything he does to you.
āThe SN2 mechanism i-is a single step p-processā¦ā You stop. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. His fingers, perfect length and thickness, enter your pulsing entrance. āShitāā
āAnd?ā He questions, gaze heavy upon your blissful face. āYou can do this, babyā¦ Focus.ā
He doesnāt need to put too much force or pressure; it seems like the slow pace of his gliding motions is going to do the trick just fine.
āThe nucleophileās electrons create a new bondā¦ while the leaving groupā¦ departsā¦ā your breath shakes as your fingers tighten painfully around the highlighter.
A proud smirk spreads across Jiseokās face. His wet digits massage your squelching pussy walls, sliding back and forth in their warmth as his thumb brushes against your clit ever so slightly.
āYouāre perfect,ā he whispers before swallowing thickly. āWhat happens to the configuration of the molecule, hm?ā
āIt flips,ā you pant.
āExactly,ā he smirks.
Thatās when your highlighter drops to the ground.
You almost choke - your jaw snaps shut hard as you force back the overwhelming sound. A staggering orgasm washes over you, making your thighs shake around Jiseokās hand. Your pussy clenches obsessively around his slick fingers.
Your heart picks up a frantic rhythm as electric heat radiates from both of your bodies, making it feel like the quiet library is closing in around you.
