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yxngbxkkie · 2 months

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showing your 🍒 during an argument (hyung line)

so, i've been seeing the trend on tik tok where significant others show their chest during an argument, and i thought of doing an ot8! i'm gonna work on the maknae line next, so look forward to that! i do hope you guys enjoy this 🩷

Bang Chan

You're sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. Chan paces in front of you, his hands combing through his dark hair. “I don't get why you just can't listen to me,” he says, halting his movements to look at you.

“Baby, I'm listening to you. I just don't see the problem,” You shrug your shoulders.

“Don't see the problem? Y/N, you're my fiancé. He tried desperately to get into your pants,” he explains with a huff of breath.

You smile softly and stand up from the couch, smoothing out your dress. “I'm not wearing pants,” you sarcastically point out, earning a glare from Chan.

“Can you be serious for two minutes?” He asks, rolling his eyes before heading into the kitchen area.

“Baby,” you call after him, releasing a quiet sigh. “Some guy wanted to fuck me and I told him that I wasn't interested. I wasn't finished telling him that I'm marrying you when you intervened.”

Chan rests his hands on the island counter, keeping his gaze on the floor. “He wouldn't have walked up to you in the first place if you wore something–” His words are cut off when he looks at you, eyes widening upon seeing you topless. “Uhm… if you…”

You giggle and shake your head, not expecting him to lose his train of thought instantly. “If I wore something less revealing?” You finish for him, tilting your head as Chan continues staring at your chest.

“Yes,” he mumbles, dragging his hand across the island as he walks over to you.

His hands find a place on your hips before one of them hesitantly reaches for your breast. You smile at him, bringing a hand to his hair. “Are you still mad?” You jokingly ask with a pout, arching your back to accentuate the breasts.

“Nope,” Chan whispers, dipping his head down to plant kisses on your chest. “You're mine. Only mine.”

You chuckle at his possessiveness, nodding your head along with him. “All yours, baby. I don't need or want anyone else,” you reassure him, cupping your hands on his face.

His eyes meet yours, smiles present on both of your lips. “I love you,” Chan mumbles, nuzzling his cheek against the palm of your hand.

You lean on your toes, capturing his plump lips in a quick kiss. “I love you too, Chan.”

Lee Know

“I don't know why you get like this every time we argue,” Minho mutters, pushing past you to head into the kitchen.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask him, furrowing your brows. You carefully take your shoes off and follow suit.

He pulls a coke from the fridge, quickly opening it up and taking a sip. “The attitude you get. You're all up in my face questioning me about some chick I don't give a shit about,” he explains to you, taking another drink.

“I'm sorry I'm upset about my boyfriend having to work with a girl who's trying to get in between us,” you point out, crossing your arms.

Minho gives you a deadpan look while setting down his drink. “And every time I tell you that, I feel nothing towards her. The shit she does or says doesn't affect my feelings for you.”

“God, I'm fucking tired arguing about this,” you mention, watching your boyfriend look into the fridge again.

He mumbles to himself, and you're not able to make out any words. You do what you do best to try and move away from this conversation. You hook your fingers under your shirt, lifting the fabric up to expose your breasts.

Minho turns back around, ready to say something when he notices. His jaw drops slightly, his cat-like eyes drifting down to your chest. “Shit,” he mumbles, tilting his head a bit as he admires you. “I– What have I done to deserve this?”

You chuckle and take a step closer to him. “I like to see you flustered,” you tell him, adjusting your shirt so you can bring a hand to his face.

He leans into your touch as his eyes shift from your face to your chest. “I'm sorry,” Minho apologizes, one of his hands gently stroking the mound of your breast.

“It's okay. I'm sorry too,” you whisper, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips.

Minho's free arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe I can… make it up to you,” he mumbles into the kiss, pulling back for a quick second.

You giggle, moving his bangs away from his eyes. “Oh, yeah? And how are you going to do that?” You ask him with a light smirk.

His hands move away from your chest, resting against the back of your thighs for a moment before he lifts you into his arms. A squeal escapes your lips, wrapping both of your arms around his neck.

“I think you know,” Minho smirks, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Seo Changbin

Changbin walks into your shared apartment, setting his gym bag down by the door. He stretches his arms over his head while walking further into the place.

“You know,” your voice startles him, looking towards the couch to see you sitting with a book. “It'd be nice to know where my boyfriend is.”

He rolls his eyes at your words, releasing a huff of breath. “You knew where I was going,” he mentions, dipping into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Yeah, okay, but you were gone so much longer than normal,” you remind him, setting your book down. You kneel on the couch, watching him while leaning against the back of it.

“What's the big deal? Chan joined, and we went longer. Plus, we had dinner,” Changbin explains, shrugging his shoulders.

You lick your lips, getting a little annoyed at his attitude. “Okay, so, if I go out for longer than you're expecting, you won't be worried?” You ask him with a raised brow.

Changbin looks at you, pondering your question. You can see his dark eyes soften a bit, knowing he's always been a little protective of you.

“That's different,” he points out, taking a couple of gulps.

“How?!” You laugh, tilting your head. “Look, all I'm asking for is little updates if you're going to be longer than expected. That's what I do with you.”

Your eyes roam down Changbin's figure, resisting the urge to bite your lip. “You know I have crazy hours anyway, I don't know why you're so pressed today,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, disappearing back into the kitchen.

You roll your eyes at him, knowing one trick that'll get him to listen to you. You hike the front of your shirt down, exposing your breasts he loves so much.

Changbin walks back into the living room, halting his steps as soon as he sees your bare chest. “I–” he cuts himself off. “What were we talking about?”

A giggle leaves your lips, and he stumbles over towards you. His fingers graze your skin as his eyes roam your chest. “You're going to tell me if you're late from now on, yes?” You ask him, combing your fingers through his curly hair.

He glides his lips along your skin, planting a few kisses. “Absolutely,” he mutters, his hands sliding around your waist.

“I love you, Binnie,” you tell him, hooking a finger beneath his jaw to lift his head. “I love you so much.”

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the love in them. “I love you, sweetheart,” Changbin mutters, quickly kissing your lips. “I'm sorry for being a little stubborn.”

“It's okay,” you remind him with a smile. You run your hands along his biceps, squeezing gently. “Why don't we go to our room, and you can show me what you did on your workout.”

Changbin smirks, and he flexes his arms for you. “Don't need to tell me twice,” he mentions, grabbing your hand before tugging you towards your shared bedroom.

Hwang Hyunjin

“Y/N, where's my paint brushes?” Hyunjin asks you from inside his studio.

You stand up from your spot on the couch, heading into the kitchen to grab said brushes. “I was cleaning up the apartment today and washed them for you,” you say while walking into his studio.

His eyes widen, and he quickly grabs the cup of brushes from you. “What?! You washed them?” He asks, checking the bristles.

“Yeah, I thought–” you frown, getting cut off by him.

“What'd you use? You have to wash them with a special soap,” Hyunjin mentions, grabbing the soap he uses on the shelf beside him.

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you mutter, feeling a little upset with yourself. “I'm sorry, honey. I'll buy some new brushes if they're ruined.”

Hyunjin huffs and walks around the room, gathering some paint so he can test the brushes. You stand in silence, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him carefully.

He pinches his nose after testing it on an empty canvas, and you feel bad for ruining them. “I'll make it up to you,” you tell him, taking a step forward. “I promise, I will. We can go today.”

His eyes glance towards you, noticing the guilty look in your eyes. “You don't need to, it's okay,” Hyunjin mentions, knowing the price of his brushes are expensive.

“Please,” you almost beg, reaching out to grab his wrist. “I know you're worried about the price of them, but it's for you.”

He smiles to himself, shaking his head at how generous you are. “I love you, angel. You really don't have to, though,” he tells you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Hm, then how about,” you pause, tapping your lips a couple of times. A smirk replaces the smile you have, an idea popping into your head. You hook your fingers underneath your shirt, pulling the article of clothing off.

Hyunjin's eyes widened, and his lips parted in surprise. “Angel,” he trails off, reaching a hand out to you. “Shit, you're so pretty.”

Your cheeks flush at his compliment, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Hyune,” you whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, hey, don't hide. Let me look at you,” he pulls your hands away before taking a step back. You lick your lips as you watch Hyunjin admire your body. “Can I paint you?”

Your heart flutters in your chest, nodding your head with no hesitation. “Why don't we…” you trail off, walking closer to him again. “Go get your brushes and some food, then come back here.”

Hyunjin nods his head, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. “Sounds splendid, angel.”

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

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cheeseceli · 6 months

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First Relationships

pairing: skz ot8 x gn!Reader (individually)

genre: fluff

request: i rlly like ur writing style and i immediately thought of you when i was being delulu over first relationships, so i thought about requesting how skz would react when they discovered they're the first person u dated! im sorry if it's confusing haha <3

warnings: tooth roofing fluff, not proofread

a/n: thank you!! ngl i was delulu when writing this lmao. hope u like it <3

Bang Chan

So patient, it's crazy

Will never rush anything

Everything's at your pace

Hell, if you think it's too early for even holding hands, that's okay

He would always wait for you

And also, your comfort comes first

Always asks how you're feeling throughout whatever you're going through

Sorry but he 100% babies you as well

He finds you adorable

but tbh he'd do that anyways, the fact that it's your first relationship doesn't matter much in this case

Lee Know

Two scenarios

Will tease you relentlessly, no matter what you do

will be extra shy

but he'd also be so excited

it's like your little adventure and you two get to experience everything together

Technically it is but still

like, dates?

He is always so happy to take you to places

Anniversaries?

Even better

My man is just so happy to be there with you

Changbin

My man's honoured

He knows how perfect you are, and he knows you had a lot of options and opportunities before

So to think that you chose >him<

As I said, honoured

Besides spoiling you and treating you like royalty, he'd be really scared of messing up

But calm him down, say you love him and his confidence comes back at total strength

Would never even dare to rush you as well

His patience is also something that must be highlighted

Whatever it is, he will always wait for you to be ready

Hyunjin

The true romantic

He said once that he'd rather be someone's last love than the first one

So to think that he could be both your first and last love

He's so honoured

And giddy

But naturally he will be also really nervous at times

Forgive him if at times it seems he's the one that never had a relationship before

But it's true that it's his first time experiencing love so full like this

Han

There are two possibilities

He'll be pretty confident and maybe even kind of cocky

Will do the "I wonder who taught you how to kiss so well" knowing damn well it was him, sorry

He will be extremely shy

You would even think it's his first relationship

In most cases, he is both at the same time

His duality is insane

Truly scared of messing up

But he is as always, trying his best

Everytime you're nervous he can handle the situation while being calm and humorous

We love him

Felix

He's a bit excited

A bit too excited

You know that Aladdin's song "Whole New World"?

He'd use it to describe your relationship

And he is the cutest

He's just so happy to be there :(

Everytime your relationship takes a step forward and you trust him a bit more, he becomes the happiest man in the world

He's truly grateful to have your trust

Needless to say, he will also always prioritise your comfort

Just say the word and he will do (or not do) whatever you'd like

Your wish is his command

Seungmin

Tries to no make a big deal out of it (kinda fails)

He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by any means

So overall, he'll act normally

but he'd go as slowly as he can, trying not to scare you off

Scared of words as well

He doesn't want you to feel forced to reply something like "ilyt"

But one thing that is really cute is how he'll always talk you through it

Everytime you are doing something that is considered your first, like first date, first kiss etc

He always asks you if you like it and if you wanna keep going on

the kindest fr

I.N.

Truly, I don't think there'd be much of a difference

He'd be more careful and delicate when the occasion asked for it

but overall that'd be it

Similar to Seungmin, he'd try to not make a big deal out of it

He'd never admit, but sometimes he'd try to prove that he could be the best boyfriend ever because he was scared

He's kinda of a perfeccionist

He'd hate himself if one day he breaks you

He'd hate himself even more if he managed to break your perception of relationships as well

So he really tries his best all the time

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Enha hyung line reaction to you being bratty

I mean I do love being a brat soooo....... Enjoy this shit everyone. Tagging @yunabi436 because I want her to suffer with this here post of mine.

Alright starting off strong with Mr Heeseung. He would legit LOVE it when you're a brat. Heeseung is a very corruption obsessed man, he loves seeing you all innocent and dolled up for him. But being a brat for him? Even better.

"Oh we're going to be a brat are we, princess?" He'd say, pulling out right when you were about to climax, before thrusting his length into you again, going at a rougher pace, "It's alright, I can be a brat too baby."

Of course, Lee Heeseung, our number one brat tamer who denies orgasms in order to make his little slut know her place.

Jay is a man who respects your opinions and preferences, perhaps a little too much, even in bed. But we love gentlemen don't we? So I'm thinking, you being a brat is gonna ignite the sub genes in him. As much as he'd love to fuck the mind out of you, something in him told him to obey you like a good boy.

"That's all I needed for you to be moaning holy grail under me?" You'd tease him, pressing your tongue to his cock again, as he whimpers your name again and again, "Be a good boy for me and shut your mouth hmm?"

Park Jay is secretly a sub, he just needs some gasoline to ignite the fire.

As big as a switch Jake is, going from dom to sub in five minutes, he's in his full dom aura when you're a brat. The handcuffs in his drawer had never shined more brighter as they were now, when you tell Jake that his dick doesn't fullfill your cunt as much as you'd want him to.

"Not so much of a talker now are you pup?" He'd tease you. He had been in you for hours now, with his tongue, fingers even the vibrator, everything except for his dick, and he wasn't even allowing you to let go yet, and as you fiddled with your hands tied behind your back, it was heaven to his eyes.

Jake Sim sure does like his toys, especially when his favourite pussy is being a brat.

Sunghoon. *sigh* the greatest brat tamer anyone has ever seen. Sunghoon is obsessed with you being a brat. He loves seeing you regret being a brat infront of him when he gives you the proper punishment.

"You want to do what now?" He'd growl in your ear, his dick pumping into your pussy so hard, rubbing friction against the walls, "You want to stop? Tch tch you can't even take this dick good anymore." The overstimulation was killing you, but what was killing you more was his words, him berating you over not being able to take his thick length into your tiny cunt.

Park Sunghoon is a natural brat tamer, and he'll make sure you know that.

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yanderemommabean · 7 months

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Am I the only one who needs to be strapped down by the wrists and ate out against my will by alpha elias while I struggle to not show how good everything feels and beg for him to stop despite my arching body telling him the opposite?

Bonus if he flips darling over, jerks their hips upwards and sets a teasing pace with one hand pushing their upper body down so they can’t do anything but arch backwards into him and grip the sheets for dear life. All the while licking a stripe up their neck before burying his teeth into their nape to mark them, growling possessively when they refuse to moan for him, digging deeper and thrusting into them harder until they whimper in submission.

Bonus Bonus if it’s Doc Lee’s butterfly and he’s made to watch, threatening to cum inside them if he looks away.

((Female reader! Hope you beans can enjoy!))

“You’re so cute when you try to fight this” The deranged man murmurs against your skin, ice once again filling your veins as his fingers come to clutch at your thighs to spread them apart, massaging the meat and fat of them as he soaks in the sight of you, bare and open, ready for him to gorge himself on.

“The fact no one has kissed every scar and told you they were beautiful paint strokes on your canvas, shows me there’s truly less hope for humanity than I thought” Elias praises as his fingers begin to trace up and down your hips and the apex of your thighs. “Every pretty vein, every mark and mole, every scar from small to large deserves to be savored and kissed. You’re a beautiful soul who does nothing but give and give and give” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss to the top of your mound. “Such battle scars. Gorgeous even if they came from a time of hideous treatment to you”.

You feel his warm breath against you while your bindings only tighten, holding you still as the maniac worships you, praises you like you’re truly a relic or a god, as if He truly believed you gave him a purpose. You were ashamed of how your breath was stolen from you, his nimble fingers hardly touching you yet bringing out such pleasure, even when in such a state of panic.

“I know you say you don’t want this, that you only have feelings for that rat of a doctor…But I know he’s just simply brainwashed you. He doesn’t know how to treat you, hoards you like an object rather than spoil you like a lover”.

You spit something out to him, but the gag in your mouth doesn’t allow it to truly be heard. It's just more amusement for the psycho as you tremble and hiss like a terrified cat. How absolutely precious. Elias just grins, wicked and wild as he helps turn your head to face the right of you, where in the corner of the room, Lee had been bound and gagged as well, anger clear in his eyes and features as he venomously spews words that are muffled and garbled.

Elias just kisses down your bare body once again, amused and gleeful as the doctor struggles. “Oh don't tell me you thought this was a private show? Tsk tsk tsk then how would that doctor learn his lesson? No no my dear, he’s going to watch, and you are going to be good and put on a good show. I’d hate to have to take his fingers or pull his teeth, but if you insist on misbehaving…I can give it a shot”.

Oh god he was serious. Lee wouldn’t ever be caught, not by someone so easily. But again, Elias isn’t just anyone. He’s at this facility for a reason. His hand comes to cup your warmth, slowly letting his fingers spread your lips so he could feel the dewy skin, shuddering as he breathes in your scent. “Don't be too in your own head, lovely. Just relax, let me take care of everything else. Lee will be fine, if he can behave. Don't worry your cute little head about it”.

You whimper at that, his fingers sliding up your folds to toy with your clit, his eyes molten and hot as they watched you writhe and gasp from just a few quick circles being rubbed. Cute. You must really be pent up if that's all that gets you going. Not that he minds, mind you. Sensitivity just means more fun for him.

“Good. So good for me. Look at you, arching into my touch already. I haven’t even done anything” he muses, sliding his body back down until your legs were once again around his head, not that they had much of a choice. He hears Lees grunts and muffled vulgarity, but pays it no mind as he drags his tongue up from your fluttering hole to your twitching clit, greedily sucking the bud while his shoulders relax.

Yes. This is exactly where he needs to be. Between your thighs while you use his face, make him your little toy to use and throw away when you’re done. But of course, Lee had to try and take that luxury away from him too. If he had it his way, well, you’d be doing a lot more room visits for him that’s for sure. He doesn't mind following the majority of rules in this place, but he draws the fucking line at Lee trying to take you away from him.

Listening to your moans and whimpers as his tongue happily laps away, it almost makes him forget that the doctor is in here, watching as he drinks your ambrosia. He almost hates that he’s here, listening to you, but having him just an arms reach away and unable to take you, it gave him a wicked feeling of amusement.

His soft petal lips suck on your folds, moving to suck on your little bud aggressively as you gasp and try to kick, the pleasure shooting up your spine being too much and making you go taut, before once again relaxing as he holds your legs still and drags his tongue through your wetness again and again like a thirsty animal, drool covering his chin as he loses himself and tries to show your body just how much he loves you, loves your smell, your warmth, your taste- everything about you was mouth watering.

You have fresh tears dripping down your beautiful face when his viper like eyes stare back up at you, and his cock only throbs harder. He loves sending you to such planes of bliss that it’s too much to handle. So much love that you can’t fathom, so you cry. Every time you climax, it’s a sign of how much you love each other, right? That has to be why your pretty eyes are so wet and weary. You just feel so much love, you don't know what to do.

Don’t worry. He knows exactly what you need.

His hands grip your legs more firmly, lifting them up so they rested on his shoulders as he completely loses himself in you, giving you no reprieve or break as his mouth gets to work, slurping, sucking, licking and swirling right where you need it to, bringing you to the edge and not just tipping you over- with how strong it felt you might as well have been launched off, your body arching and shaking as Elias still, rather obscenely, eats you out, helping you ride through the orgasm as he continues drinking you down and savoring you on his tongue.

It’s wet, his face is covered, sweat drool and your essence is dripping down his face as he pulls away to lick his lips, chuckling darkly as he rubs up and down your legs that were still shaking on his shoulders. “Did that feel good? You came so hard baby, looked so beautiful, so sexy. Just a few more and I think it’ll shake that stage fright, don't you? Then we can really show that doctor over there how your body should be worshiped”.

(Hey! engage in some way if you enjoyed! Tell me what you thought! Comments show I'm doing good, or what I can improve on :3 Thanks for reading! -Mommabean )

#female reader #Elias my oc #my ocs #yandere dubcon #yandere noncon #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere male #mommabean #dr lee my oc #doctor lee my oc

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kittysarchive · 13 days

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Hate sex, Stray kids

Chan

You belong to him.

Whether you had a fight, he accused you of cheating or he is just not in a good place, hate sex consents of him 're owning you'. Chan will fuck you so hard, so good that you only know his name, Daddy.

"Can he fuck you this good?"

"Who owns this pussy? I do"

"Speak later baby"

"I can't hear you baby"

"You asked for this" Lee Know

With less words or insults, he fucks you hard and fast with almost no expression. He doesn't moan or scrunch his eyebrows, he stays dead still and silent while you are the one embarrassing yourself below.

"You so load baby"

"Don't stop those pretty sounds"

"Can he fuck this pussy as good as I can?"

"Why are you hiding? Do I have to tie your hands now?"

Changbin

Manhandling you and fucking you hard is how he does so. You could tease him, have a silly argument, ignore him and that would all lead to this kind of sex. Whether you meant it or not, Changbin will fuck you hard and raw.

"Such a slut"

"You asked for this baby"

"Stop crying"

"You want me to cum inside you, huh?"

"Stop fucking squirming you brat"

Hyunjin

Degrading and hard. He insults you, humiliates you all while fucking you hard into the mattress. He doesn't care how you feel, you chose to upset and this is what you get.

"Such a whore you are"

"Did you think you could flirt with him?"

"Do as I fucking say"

"Your squeezing me s tight, you slut"

Han

A mix of crying and degradation. Crying because how could you be so mean to him, how could you try and flirt or cheat on him! He'll fuck all that bratness ack into you, don't worry.

"How could you do that to me?"

"Take it like a good girl"

"You thought I wouldn't find out?"

"Your such a liar"

Felix

Distraught and unable you control how he is feeling, he just fucks you hard. Going for many rounds, face fucking you, doggy, on the wall, he will do it all to show your place.

"Look at you chocking on my cock"

"Keep sucking princess"

"You can't cum anymore? To bad"

"Open your legs for me"

Seungmin

You don't know what he is thinking. He may be fucking you all sweetly then suddenly brings up how you flirted with a guy or let yourself get flirted with, resulting in your vanilla sex turning into a hard, and passionate one full of...hate.

"You thought you could flirt with someone?"

"Such a dumb slut"

"Go on, take it all"

"Why are you denying now?"

"To I have to say it again? Open your fucking mouth"

Jeongin

Very much like Seungmin, he brought it up casually however, he brought it up after he changed his pace. Going hard and fucking your brains out, he caught his breath before telling you why.

"Take it like the whore you are"

"Just like that baby"

"Do I have to spank you?"

"Don't you dare go behind my back again"

#skz yandere #skz scenarios #skz smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Second Best 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shift comes to an end and you heave a sigh of relief as you leave the hotel. You’re tired and slightly irritated. That guest Thor mentioned wasn’t friendly when you dropped of fresh towels. Not even a thank you.

Oh well, you’re free now. To do… absolutely nothing. Your agitation grows. Usually you’d call up Greta and waste time together but you’re not doing that anymore.

So what do you do? Go home and sew? Watch some soap operas with your mom? Maybe you could go for a nice walk…

Sure. Your feet are sore from your shift, you wouldn’t make it very far. You huff and roll your eyes. You’ll just hang out in your room or whatever. It’s par for the course in Hammer Ford.

You come to the bottom of Thunder Lane and turn onto one of the longer country roads. Your parents’ house isn’t terribly far, not when the weather is nice. You grip the strap of your slouch bag and yawn. A nap is tempting but with you’re luck, you’ll oversleep and end up awake all night.

The noise of an engine and mulching tires approaches. You don’t look back as you sidle over on the apron. There’s more than enough room for them to pass, you always make sure of that. Yet, you notice how the vehicle slows and the bumper pokes out just along your peripheral. As you walk on, the car keeps a snailish pace with you.

You glance over and withhold a cringe. Just what you need. The sheriff rolls down his window as he taps on the gas. He hooks his elbow through the door as he keeps his other hand on the wheel.

“Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” He drawls.

“No thanks, sheriff,” you turn your head straight and pick up your pace.

“You ain’t live far, I can drop ya off no problem.”

“Like you said, it’s not too far,” you agree, adjusting your grip on your bag.

He snickers as the gravel grits beneath the tracks of his tires, “I see,” he keeps his slow crawl, “you one of those ladies who don’t need no man, huh?”

“I… guess,” you shrug, keeping your eyes ahead of you.

“How’s that? Don’t you live with your daddy?”

You wince. That’s a low blow, even if it is true.

“Sure do,” you answer dully.

“I’m not sayin’ it to embarrass you, I’m just wonderin’,” he coaxes, “don’t mean nothing at all.”

“Thank you, sheriff.”

“You gonna look at me, huh?”

You peek over again. You don’t say a word as you keep walking. He watches you as you watch him. His gaze makes your blood run cold.

“Come on, get in,” he says.

You frown, “I said, I’m fine.”

“You sure are stubborn,” he clucks, “I thought an old man like yours would teach ya some respect.”

You face the horizon again, keeping one foot in front of the other, “I haven’t been disrespectful, sir.”

He huffs and doesn’t respond. You press on as he pulls ahead. You watch him drive off, picking up speed as he rolls away. You exhale and bite your cheek. That was weird.

You watch him stop just down the way and reverse. He veers his back bumper around and swerves back to face you. He must’ve got a call. You don’t think too much of it. He slams on the gas, revving back in your direction.

He gets closer and closer. You expect him to drive past but you realise, he isn’t following the lines. He’s driving right at you!

You stagger and jump to the side. You hurdle yourself off the apron across the ditch and hit the grass on your knees. Your bag swings up over your shoulder and weighs you down. You twist onto your ass and pant at him as he stops just short of the divet in the ground.

He laughs through the open window as he flicks his lights on and his siren whoops, sending your heart to lurch again. You scramble back on your hands and stand up shakily. He backs up again and steers the car straight.

“Better be careful on the backroads,” he idles just across the ditch from you, “lotta careless drivers around here.”

You gape at him. He didn’t just try to kill you. He wouldn’t. He’s the sheriff. And for what? Because you didn’t want to go with him and Greta? Or because you didn’t want a ride?

“See ya round, darlin’,” he taunts and spins the wheel, speeding off in the other direction. His tires kick up rocks and send a cloud of dust into the air behind him.

You reach down to wipe off your pants and try to shake off the adrenaline. You still can’t believe what just happened. It just doesn’t make sense.

You sniff and look around. It’s just you, out in the middle of nowhere. He did all that but he could have done more. You’re lucky he didn’t.

You stay on the far side of the ditch, edging close to the trees as you set back towards home. You’ll cut through the forest, just to be sure. You’d almost rather face a black bear than chance another run-in with the sheriff.

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #drabble #series #backwoods au #second best #au #the devil all the time

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felixsramen · 10 months

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My Sweet Girl

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Warnings: Soft Dom Minho, Praise (lots of it from Minho), First time having sex with Minho, vanilla sex with Minho pretty much, Minhos just a sweetheart

Note: Inspiration was from @whatudowhennooneseesyou because there isn't much smut that isn't just soft sex (even though I write mostly hard sex).

You came home from work like you always do. Kicking your shoes off at the door setting your jacket down. You made your way to the living room seeing your boyfriend on the couch. He's currently in the middle of reading the book you had bought him a few days ago. The glasses he had sitting on his face outlined his features well.

He must have not heard you enter too entranced by the book. You decide to get his attention to throw yourself on top of him which pretty much knocks the breath out of him.

"You know you're currently squishing me and the book." He says and you smile at him.

"Lee Minho. I am not squishing you. You literally had me lie on your chest last night." You tell him and he laughs.

"Can you at least lean up so I can move the book?" He asks you and you do as he says as he moves the book from under you and placing it on your shared coffee table.

He wraps his arms around you as you lean against his chest.

"How was work love?" He asks you as you look at him and he looks down at you.

"It was okay. Nothing good or nothing bad happened." You say and he nods understanding.

"I missed you though." You tell him and he smiles.

"Who wouldn't? I mean I'm Lee Minho" He says and you pinch his side while he laughs.

"Okay okay. I missed you too. So. Freaking. Much." He says placing kisses on your face with his last few words.

He smiles at you and you smile back at him. His glasses are trying to fall off his face so you bring a hand up to his face pushing them back onto his face.

Before you can pull your hand away he grabs it bringing it to his lips. He kisses your hand and you smile at the sweet gesture. After he intertwines your fingers.

"So I was thinking." Minho says and you raise an eyebrow at him.

"That's never a good thing." You say causing him to smile and roll his eyes.

"I know we haven't had sex yet, much less talked about it but I want you to know I'm ready. I don't know if you're ready but when you are I'm ready. I can wait however long you want me to. Today, Tomorrow, Next Week, Next Month, Next year, anytime really. I want it to be special for you." He says and your heart can't help but melt at his words.

Minho was a sweetheart. Quick to love you and experience everything with you at your own pace. You've been thinking about it for weeks now not knowing how to bring it up. "What if I want to now?" You ask him and he raises an eyebrow.

"I want it to be special for you like I said. I don't want it to be because you know I'm ready. I want you to be 110% sure." He says bringing his other hand that isn't intertwined with yours to your face. You lean into his touch and it brings you comfort.

"I'm not doing it for you. I want this. I've been wanting to I just didn't know how to tell you." You tell him and he smiles.

"Then I won't keep you waiting." He says kissing your lips. The kiss is slow and filled with passion. Minho takes his time kissing you and you didn't mind it.

His hands go to your waist as Minho doesn't break from the kiss. He brings you to sit on him.

He pulls away so he can pull your shirt above your head and onto the ground. He takes a second staring at you. "Gorgeous." He says kissing your lips again. Minho always made you feel gorgeous, like you were one of a kind, and to him you were. There wasn't anyone else that could compare to you in his eyes.

Your hands go to his shirt and Minho breaks the kiss again. "Want this off?" He asks you referring to his shirt and you nod. He lifts his shirt up and over his head. Minhos body was always gorgeous to you. Everything about Minho was gorgeous.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" He says hands at your pants and you nod. Minho pulls the pants down your legs and they also find place on the ground.

"You're so perfect." Minho says pecking your lips once again.

You can't help but feel your chest swarm with love at his compliment. Your hand goes to his face and he sighs at the warm feeling of your hands against his skin. Your hands go to his glasses and take them off his face.

Minho smiles at you as you place them on the coffee table.

You can't help but admire him and he lets you. Minho had felt the exact way staring back at you with a smile. "You're so pretty." You tell him and he laughs at your compliment.

"Thank you baby. Means a lot from you." He says grabbing your hand and bringing it to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. It was a sweet moment even though you were half naked.

He lets go of your hand and you smile down at him and can't help but lean in for a kiss. Minho doesn't hesitate to kiss you back. You pull away and he smiles once again at you.

Your hands go to the grey sweatpants that were currently sitting on his hips and Minho brings his own hands to them as you lift up so he can pull them down. "Sweet girl." Minho says and you kiss him again as you go back to sitting on him.

His hands make their way to your bra and he gently unclips it. You sigh against his mouth and lean up. Minho can't help but bring his hands to your boobs and massage them causing you to sigh and let out a moan.

"You're so gorgeous. My sweet girl." Minho says and you can feel him harden against your leg but he does nothing about it too focused on your own pleasure right now. He lets go of your boobs and his hands go to your underwear.

"Can I take these off?" He asks and you nod. You lift up as he brings your panties down onto the ground.

Minhos eyes don't leave your cunt and he can't help it. You were soaked and it was all because of him. You can feel Minho painfully hard in his boxers and you sigh.

Your hand goes to his face and Minho looks at you as if you were delicate and fragile because to him you were. You needed to be taken care of and Minho couldn't help but see you as such.

Your hand caresses his face and he leans into your own touch. "Please Min." You tell him and he nods as you hover over him so he can pull his boxers off.

He aligns himself with your entrance and he grabs your hand. You slowly inch by inch sink onto him, a mixture of yours and his moans fill the air. He's a good stretch and you can't help but love the pain and pleasure you were currently experiencing.

You squeeze his hand as you finally bottom out on him. You lean down and kiss his lips and he kisses back even though he was moaning at the way you clenched around him. Yet Minho does nothing waiting until you're completely adjusted.

You pull away from the kiss and sigh at the way he fit perfectly. His hands find place on your hips and he just keeps them there trying to ground himself.

"You're so gorgeous." Minho says complimenting you and you can't help but love the man even more if that was even possible.

"Can I?" You say voice wavering. Minho nods biting his lip letting you know you could move whenever you wanted.

Your hands go to Minhos chest for balance before you lift off of him almost completely out and then go back down on him as you both moan.

You bounce on Minhos cock as your moans filled the air once again. "So pretty." Minho says in-between moans spurring you on with his comment.

"So perfect. Just for me. My perfect Y/N." He says as you leaned down and kiss him while still bouncing on his cock and yours and Minho's moans are silenced with each other's lips.

It didn't take long though before your arms and legs were starting to hurt and Minho noticed. "Let me take over." He says and you nod his hands on your hips as he flips you under him.

One hand finds place on your hips while the other finds place by your head. Minho starts fucking into you and you can't help but give in completely to the pleasure.

Minhos head goes to your throat kissing it down and up all the way to your lips. Your moans were encouraging Minho to continue along with his own moans.

It didn't take long for you to get close to your orgasm. Your moans were getting louder and you assumed Minho was just as close by the way his own moans were getting louder.

"Going to cum sweet girl?" He asks you through his moans and thrusting. You nod and Minho kisses your lips not relenting his thrusts.

"Go ahead cum." Minho says and with his permission you do exactly that. Minho watches as your eyes roll back and your body arches into him and he doesn't stop his pace as he continues fucking you. He watches as you come down from your high and he knows you're sensitive but he's so close.

"Just a little more okay? I'm close." Minho says and he watches you whine with oversensitivity but you make no complaints.

With a couple more thrusts he pulls out and cums on your stomach. It wasn't exactly the best sight to see but Minho didn't want to take any chances as the warm white liquid landed on your body.

Minho basks in his orgasm a little longer before he looks down at you. Your eyes are heavy and he knows you're tired. He kisses your lips and you open your eyes more.

"Don't sleep just yet. Both of us need to take a bath." He tells you and you nod. He gets up and picks you up bridal style heading towards the bathroom. You're so tired that you let him do whatever he wants to clean you at this point.

He carries you into your shared room before going through yours and his drawers and the closet grabbing clothes for you and him. Yet you shake your head when it comes to your shirt. "Whats wrong?" He asks you lifting your face so your sleepy eyes can see his concerned ones.

"Hoodie." You say and Minho nods understanding and kissing your head before he grabs one of his hoodies in the closet. You tiredly lift your hands and Minho slips his hoodie onto your body.

Minho has just sweatpants on with no shirt and he guides your tired body to the bed. He places you under the blanket and does the same for himself.

You make your way into his chest and cuddle against him while he wraps his hands around you. "My sweet girl." He says kissing your head. "Did you enjoy it?" He asks you and you nod.

"Good." He says as you cuddle against his chest. He presses another kiss to you head and rubs your back soothingly until you finally slip off into your dreams.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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markiecake · 3 months

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Haiii :3!! I was wondering if you could write something like your Jaehyun x bimbo reader, but with Ten maybe?? It's fine ofc if you don't wanna!!🫶

pairing: ten lee x bimbo! fem! reader

tags/ warnings: smut (minors pls dni !!!), soft(ish) dom tennie !!! (he's still very mean lets not get it twisted), dumbification, slapping, breeding (who's shocked), name calling (dummy, cum dump), pet names (baby, good girl), dubcon ?? (consent is never explicitly stated), reader is v naive

tennie is always so booked and busy, of course he needs a ditzy airhead to keep his dick wet for him !!

dare i say he takes advantage of your dumbness a little bit ...

"it hurts so bad, baby," he says with a pout, holding your chin so you look up at him, "you're gonna help me, right? you don't want me to be in pain, do you?"

of course you don't want that ! so you nod up at him dumbly :((

and in the span of a few seconds, you're on your back, your legs being pressed up against your chest in a mating press as he pounds into you at a brain numbing pace !

any squirming or wriggling away from him is instantly noticed, pausing his thrusts for a few seconds so he can slap you around a little bit 😵‍💫

"don't fucking run from it," he says after landing a slap on your cheek, "just take it. for me, yeah? you can at least do that right, can't you?"

belittles you so much omg :,( when drool is running down your chin, your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, he doesn't stop at all ! just calls you his dumb girl and continues on like nothing `(*>﹏<*)′

TEN AND BREEDING !!!!!!!!!!! if you don't end up limping out of his room stuffed with his cum, best believe he isn't finished with you.

even though he's such a meanie, he disguises it as praise ! "pretty cum dump for me, hm?" "such a messy girl" :3333

pumps load after load into your used cunt, making tears stream down your face, your whole body shaking with overstimulation.

"t- tennie.." you whimper out, to which he just shakes his head at you.

"good girls don't speak." he says while looking down at you with a cold expression, then slowly beginning his thrusts again, making you hold back a loud whine.

you're sure he's been fucking you for HOURS at this point, yet you still don't want him to stop !

keep in mind, he literally does not care if you cum or not, you're here for him, not the other way around ! even so, you always end up creaming his cock either way ≧ ﹏ ≦

he finally pulls out, the squelch noise when he did was a little humiliating, especially when he laughs down at you :(((

you can feel his cum dripping out of your abused hole, but of course you want to keep ten happy, so you take matters into your own hands (literally) and scoop up what's dripped out, putting your fingers in your mouth to clean them !

tennie thinks you're prettiest like this :,) looking up at him with glossy eyes, your own fingers stuffed in your mouth, just so fucked out for him ... of course he has to take a photo !

tells you to stay still while he grabs his phone and takes a few pictures, the flash making you squint a little bit. he laughs, puts his phone to the side and places a kiss on your cheek.

"such a pretty dummy."

#♡ ari answers #i couldn't resist #i love ten #if you couldn't tell #i could yap about him forever and ever #nct smut #nct #wayv #wayv smut #ten lee #ten chittaphon #ten smut #nct hard hours

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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In Front of Chan and Everybody — ksy

summary: when you and you boyfriend started having sex, you didn’t expect him to be so shameless about it. it doesn’t seem like his roommates are too shameful either.

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit sex, exhibition, soonyoung is a little shit, being walked in on, dirty talk, slight degration/name calling, praise, kitten used as pet name wc: 2.4k an: i wasn’t quite sure how to end this so sorry if the ending is awkward, i just wanted to get this idea out of my head lol

“S-soonyoung! Nngh~ please, faster,” you whine as Soonyoung thrusts up into you, spearing you onto his cock.

It’s not the first time you guys have had sex, but it is the first time you guys have had sex at Soonyoung’s place. Most of the time you guys have sex either at your apartment or in Soonyoung’s car. This time though you guys had just come back for a date and wanted to cuddle so you went up to Soonyoung’s room.

Cuddling with Soonyoung is rarely ever just cuddling though. Your boyfriend likes to get handsy and soon it leads to making out and heavy petting which leads to where you are now, bouncing on Soonyoung’s cock.

Soonyoung lets out a swear before he starts to rock up into you even faster, his feet planted on the bed to give him more leverage. You bless his dancer thighs for being able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“So good Soonie, I’m so close.”

With that extra motivation Soonyoung’s hips seem to pick up even more pace which you didn’t think was possible. His fingers find your clit as he starts to rub at the bud, shooting pleasure through your body. You feel your pussy clenching down on Soonyoung’s cock as your orgasm hits. Right as you start to release Soonyoung’s door flings open and his youngest roommate, Lee Chan, walks into the room.

“Hyung! You have to see this dance I just choreographed!” Chan pays you no mind but you scream and try to move to cover yourself but Soonyoung stops you, his hips still plowing into yours.

“Yeah sure, what song is it?” Soonyoung doesn’t even bat an eye at his friend walking in you guys having sex. You’re starting to get overstimulated by his hips still rutting into yours.

“Cheating On You by Charlie Puth. I think I’m gonna have Seungkwan-hyung dance with me,” Chan says. You whine not only to remind the boys you are there but also because you’re getting really overstimulated.

Soonyoung pulls you off his cock but just shoves his fingers right into you afterwards. “That sounds great Channie. Just let me finish up here and I can watch okay?”

“You’re the best hyung!” With that Chan left the room, not even bothering to close the door.

Soonyoung’s fingers pick up their pace and soon you’re cumming again around his fingers. You whimper loudly as you do and Soonyoung is pulling his fingers out of you only to wipe them on his bedspread. He pulls the condom off his dick before he pumps himself a few times and releases his cum all over your stomach.

You’re panting loudly, still a bit thrown off by Chan barging in on you guys.

“You okay pretty girl?” Soonyoung asks as he wipes his cum off of you.

“Why didn’t you stop when Chan came in?” You ask curiously.

“I don’t know, I was really in the moment and didn’t want to stop. Did it bother you? I’m sorry I should have stopped and made him get out.”

“N-no, it’s okay.” You just know your face is bright red right now. “I uh, didn’t mind. It just shocked me.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind. I do like showing off my pretty little kitten.”

You’re not an exhibitionist. You don’t seek out having sex in front other other people and you actually prefer to have sex in private, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not okay with people seeing you having sex. If someone just happens to see, and it doesn’t seem to bother them, you don’t mind too much either. Which is a good trait for your boyfriend, who is an exhibitionist.

You figure this out the second time someone catches you having sex with your boyfriend in his apartment. You guys are lounging around his living room when he starts to kiss up your neck. His hands move down to the tops of your waistband and you grab his hands to stop him.

“Soonie, stop. Someone could see us.” You eyed the doors that belong to the bedrooms of the other roommates.

“Nobody’s even home, baby. And would it even be that bad if someone saw us?" He nips at your earlobe. “Would be kinda hot right? Someone seeing how you fully belong to me as I split you open on my cock. They’ll get to see how pretty you look when you take me so nicely.”

You whine and internaly curse the way his words affect you. You release Soonyoung’s hands, giving him permission to continue. You can feel your boyfriend’s lips curl up into a smirk as he moves his hands into your pants and past your already slightly damp panties. The pads of his fingertips rub at your bare pussy and you clench against nothing.

“So needy already kitten. Do you want me to fuck you like the pretty slut you are?”

You nod as you let out a small mewl. Soonyoung chuckles and starts to rub at your clit. You buck your hips into his hand and his other hand grabs at your hips to hold them steady. You’re quickly soaking your panties with your arousal as Soonyoung spreads it all around.

“Need more Soonyoung,” you moan out. “I need your dick.”

“Of course you do, this slutty little cunt needs to be fucked nice and good.”

Soonyoung is pulling his hand out of your pants and sliding the fabric down your legs. He doesn’t even bother taking off your panties as he just pushes them out of the way. He pulls his pants down until his cock is free and he rifles around in his pocket until he finds the little square packet he was searching for. Of course he keeps condoms on him. He rolls the rubber onto himself before he lines you up and thrusts up into you.

You moan as you feel the drag of Soonyoung’s dick as he starts to move inside of you. “Yeah you like that? Take it like the good kitten you are.”

Just as Soonyoung starts to pick up pace you hear a click, the tell tale sign of the front door opening. Like last time though, Soonyoung doesn’t let up his thrusting. You don’t even bother to try and stop him either as his hands snake up your shirt to grab at your tits.

When the door opens in walks all three of Soonyoung’s roommates who also happen to be his friends, and fellow dancers from his dance studio, Jun, Minghao, and Chan.

“Oh what’s this?” Minghao smirks at you two as you try not to make too much noise. “Soonyoung-hyung, you're so dirty, playing with your toy in the living room like this.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” Soonyoung grunts out, “she just takes me so well. Look at how her pussy sucks me in.” Soonyoung pulls your back against his chest and leans back so the other boys can look at where you and your boyfriend were connected. You squirm around as you feel the three pairs of eyes on you.

“Woah, she’s so wet!” Chan says.

“That’s how whores get,” Jun tells the younger boy. “They gush all over while being fucked stupid.” With that Jun sits down on the couch and pulls out his phone to start playing some phone game. The two other boys also sit down and Minghao reaches for the TV remote.

You don’t get how they can just act like nothing is happening right in front of them. You don’t know if it’s better or worse that they’re ignoring you and your boyfriend’s ministrations. The only noise that fills the room is the low playing TV and the slap of your skin against Soonyoung’s.

“Do you guys wanna get dinner after this?” Soonyoung asks the boys. Each of them let out their own hums of agreement. “Hear that kitten? We gotta hurry up here quickly.”

You only nod as Soonyoung thrusts into you faster. You can hear the squelch of your pussy as Chan laughs at something on the TV. Soon you’re coming undone on Soonyoung’s cock, pussy clenching around him, milking his cock dry.

You have to catch your breath when Soonyoung slows down and pulls you off of his lap. You slump into the couch as Soonyoung pulls off the condom and ties it off before standing up, stuffing his cock back into his jeans, and walking over to the kitchen to throw the used condom away. He washes his hands, acting like he didn’t just ruin your pussy in front of three of his friends.

“Are you guys done?” Jun asks, finally looking up from his phone. He glances at you, at your slick pussy and fucked out face, before turning his head towards Soonyoung.

“Yep! Lemme clean up baby girl and then we can go get food.” Soonyoung then grabs a clean rag from the kitchen and dampens it before coming up to you to clean you up. After he cleans you up he brings you a cup of water.

The boys are then all standing and Soonyoung helps you stand as well and you five are on your way to get dinner.

This continues on until it becomes more or less common in the Wen-Kwon-Xu-Lee household. There are times where Soonyoung doesn’t even bother closing the door when fucking you, letting his roommates take a good look or even strike up a conversation with him. It’s never awkward afterward and the boys still treat you normally so you don’t mind much. You have noticed that you and Soonyoung have sex at his apartment more often though.

He fingers you during dinner with all five of you. He kneads at your breasts as you guys are having a movie night. He even cockwarms you as you guys play board games.

Right now his face is buried in between your legs as he sloppily makes out with your sopping cunt. His roommates are in the room as well, of course. They’re discussing some kind of dance performance thing that you can’t totally focus on because Soonyoung’s tongue keeps slurping you up so well and you’re so close to cumming. His pointer and middle fingers are pressed against your clit as he teases it.

“I think that we should do Moonwalker, Hao thinks we should do Lilili Yabbay, and Jun thinks we should do Wave, what do you think hyung?” Chan asks the dance leader. Soonyoung holds up a finger to tell him to wait a moment.

Soonyoung thrusts his tongue into you deeper, dragging it against your walls. His hand reaches up to grab at your tits as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. This has you spasming against his face, your arousal gushing all over his tongue as he is quick to lick it all up. When he’s fully convinced you have calmed down from your orgasm he finally pulls his head away from your cunt and wipes your juices off his face with the back of your hand.

“We should do Highlight. It’s the best choice and we know it the best. I love the other songs too but I think for this specific show we should do Highlight,” Soonyoung tells the group. The boys agree with their leader and with everything settled he goes to grab you a rag and a new pair of panties.

Usually whenever the boys are there when you’re getting your brains fucked out, they talk to Soonyoung or say nothing at all. They don’t really comment on you or to you and you weren’t quite sure why. You didn’t mind much, you were normally too distracted to hold a conversation anyways.

That’s why you’re a bit surprised when Chan strikes up a conversation with you while Soonyoung pounds into you. He’s holding you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs are wrapped around him. His tip is bruising your cervix as he pants into your shoulder. Your hands are buried in his hair as your bare tits bounce around from his harsh thrusts.

“Y/N-noona?” He stands behind Soonyoung so you can see him over your boyfriend’s shoulder. He has a shy look on his face that is quite different from his normal demeanor.

“Y-yes Channie?” You ask, trying to stabilize your voice.

“You’re a girl, so I was just wondering how do you get a girl to like you? Or I guess how can you tell that she likes you back?”

“Just uh, be yourself. You’re a great guy Chan, nghhh~ super nice and respectful. If she doesn’t like y-you back that’s uh, oh fuck Soon, her problem.” Soonyoung seems to be drilling into you even harder as you talk to Chan, like he wants all of your attention on him instead. He probably does. “Just, oohh~ right there, please, need more, just a-ask her out.”

Chan’s brows furrow as he chews at his bottom lip. “But what if she says no?”

“Then that’s her l-loss. Fuck Soonyoung!” You grab at your boyfriend’s hair, tugging harshly as he bites down on your shoulder particularly hard.

“Well how do I ask a girl out? And what kind of date do I take her on if she does say yes?”

“Chan, can we maybe uh, aahhh, finish this conversation l-later?” Your breath is whiny now as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Give us like, t-two more m-minutes.”

“Oh right, sorry noona, sorry hyung!” With that Chan walks back to his room.

As soon as his door shuts you’re cumming. You squeeze your legs tightly around Soonyoung’s hips as he shallowly thrusts into you, his dick creaming the condom. Soonyoung finally pops his mouth off of your shoulder only for him to bring your lips to his. Slowly he pulls out of you and the drag of his dick makes you whimper into your boyfriend’s mouth.

“So good for me, even talking to Channie while I’m fucking, such a good naughty girl,” Soonyoung mutters as he kneads at your ass. His lips connect back to yours and you guys are wrestling with your lips again. “Shit baby, gonna make me hard again.”

“Can’t,” you reluctantly pull away from your boyfriend, “have to go help Chan with his girl problems.” Soonyoung groans as you fully pull away from him, already heading towards Chan’s room. This is what he gets for wanting to fuck you in front of his roommates. Not that it's going to stop him though.

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strzlun · 7 months

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KIND OF LOVE

pairing: enhypen x femreader

genre/cws-fluff, established relationship, skinship

a/n- this is my first request and first time doing something like so i hope you enjoy!! <3

summary- how would enhypen hold your hand?

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•lee heeseung

-Heeseung would definitely always have your hands intertwined, doesn’t matter where, when, or what you and his hands will always be intertwined

-i feel like heeseung would hold your hand while gaming(even if it makes it 100 times more harder to play)

-he just loves to hold your hand

•park jongseong (jay)

-Jay would love and i mean absolutely love holding hands (in any way shape or form)

-he would definitely place soft kisses on the back of your hand whenever and it always sends you into a frenzy

-he would also definitely rub his thumb against your hand to reassure you that he is always by your side

•shim jaeyun (jake)

-Jake is a simple man, he simply never lets go of your hand (ever) but his favorite way to hold your hand is by intertwining them

-whenever you two are out or even inside, he has to be holding your hand, if not he’s following you around until you hold his hand

-he says that he does it because he wants to keep you close to him, he just loves being able to hold your hands into his with ease

•park sunghoon

-Sunghoon isn’t as keen on physical touch as you would assume but for you? he makes all the exceptions in the world

-he would be hesitant at first but he softly grasp your hand into his and keeps it that way, not bothering to intertwine your hands (yet)

-soon he becomes comfortable and he would your hand whenever you two went out, his hold on your hand would always be soft and gentle

•kim sunoo

-Sunoo is also someone else who isn’t very keen on physical touch, yet he always seems to be holding your hand whenever he can

-he would have your fingers softly intertwined as you two went out, and he would excitedly pull your hand whenever something caught his attention

-whenever the two of you would point something out, you both would always use the hand intertwined with each other to point it out

•yang jungwon

-Jungwon loves holding your hand, he feels like he can conquer the world whenever he holds your hand (which he believes he can)

-he would be the one to alternate from holding and intertwining your hands together to what he would call a “change in pace”

-whenever the two of you go out, he is always quick to offer his hand for you to gladly hold back

•nishimura riki (ni-ki)

-Ni-ki won’t admit it at first but holding your hand always brings him peace and ease, so he likes to hold your hand often

-he would be the type to hold your hand under the table at anytime, because he simply likes the feel of yours and his hand intertwined

-he would have a firm but also such a loving hold on your hand whenever you guys hold hands, but he would never admit he likes it (he absolutely loves it)

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badasmuse · 6 months

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“Naughty Girls”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), cheating, sex, oral sex, bottom!bada, reader is a slut, swear words, lowercase intended, slight angst?

Summary: bada messes up… twice fr

Somewhat based off DeVita’s Naughty Girls - Intro

“you’re not a good girl i can’t… fuck with you.” bada says on the other end of the phone.

i blink a few times confused. “what do you mean?”

“you’re… naughty. a slut. i can’t pursue anything with you.”

i laugh, “okay bada. don’t be calling me wanting me back.” i hang up.

i think about that a lot.. that was months ago tho. she’s moved on since then. she’s been enjoying her girlfriend. as for me? i’m a slut, like she said, i’ve been enjoying myself. right now i’m on my couch, drinking wine, watching some kind of tv show when i hear my phone buzz.

i pick it up and giggle when i read the name.

bada🧎🏽‍♀️

well shit.

my phone starts buzzing more and i click on the messages.

y/n?

r u ip?

up* fuck

i’ve been dronkunh

i miss uou

i moss eberytginh

my girlfriend diesnt fcuk me the way i wabt her to

let me slide thru

i laugh as i read the texts. she doing what i told her not to do. should’ve known she couldn’t resist it.

i think it over and reply.

the door’s unlocked, you can come in .

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thirty minutes later, my door opens and i set my glass down. “you actually came.”

bada walks in, face flushed from the alcohol, and kicks her shoes off. “i didn’t drive,” she slurs, “i got an uber.” she takes long strides over to me and stands there looking down at me while i look up at her.

she puts her hand on my chin and runs her thumb over my lips. i open my mouth slightly and she puts her thumb in, biting her lip as i start to lightly suck on her thumb.

“let’s go in your room.” she says, words still slurred. practically incoherent.

she’ll regret this in the morning.

i lead bada to my room and lightly push her on the bed and she leans back on her elbows. i stand by my mirror taking off my necklace and earrings. her eyes watching my every move.

“bada, come unzip this for me.” i say pulling her out of her thoughts.

she saunters over and gently unzips my dress, laying kisses on my upper back, neck, and shoulder. i lean my head back on her shoulder giving her more access as she sucks on the spot that’ll do it every time.

bada slides the dress down my body and dips her fingers in my thong, pulling the little strap and letting it hit my hip making me moan.

the touches stop and i know she’s stripping behind me. i turn to look at her, her skin is flushed, maybe from the alcohol, maybe cause she’s turned on. who knows.

knowing exactly what she needs, i guide her back to the bed forcing her to lay down before kneeling in front of her and putting her leg on my shoulder. i laugh at how wet she is.

“aw bada i haven’t even touched you yet.”

she lets out a whine pulling me by my hair. “please.” she’s so desperate.

i lean forward and tease her, licking and kissing everywhere but where she wanted me.

“y/n i swear to god if your mouth isn’t on my clit in- FUCK!”

i roll my eyes. she not bout to rush me. even tho i just caved and leaned down to suck on her clit but she talking too much. had to shut her up somehow.

i put two fingers in her moving them in pace with my tongue. she pulls at my hair arching up off the bed.

“fuck y/n j-just like that.” she stutters.

i curl my fingers up hitting that spot that had her practically sobbing my name.

“shit i’m so close.” she tries moving back which again makes me roll my eyes. i hook my free hand over her thigh and yank her closer.

“go ahead bada, make a mess on my hand. you wanted this right? show me how much you wanted it.”

with a loud cry of my name she tightens around my fingers and cums, pulling at my hair and writhing on the bed.

i don’t stop. i don’t feel like it. my tongue moves faster on her clit and i continue to hit her spot with my fingers.

“oh shit, stop y/n. stop i can’t take it.” she tries to push me off but with a slap to her thigh she stops, whining louder.

she tightens again and i know she’s about to cum. speeding up my motions, i look up at her through my lashes. she lets go of my hair and covers her face in embarrassment as she squirts on my hand.

“i bet your girlfriend can’t make you do that.” i whisper in her ear kissing right under it.

“god you’re so good at that.” she says wiping her tears. she closes her eyes and immediately falls asleep.

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morning rolls around and i wake up before bada. i grab some shorts and a shirt and make my way to the kitchen to start coffee. i also grab tylenol and water cause i know her head will be on ten when she walks out here.

and right on cue, she walks out hands covering her eyes. when she removes them she gasps.

“what the fuck happened?” she asks upset.

“oh you don’t remember?” i smile. it’s amusing. “you texted me saying you wanted to come over. i said the door was unlocked. now i didn’t expect you to actually come but you did and i ate you out till you came.”

tears fill her eyes and she grabs her phone i’m assuming to get an uber. “i fucked up.”

“not my problem.“ i wink and watch her run out the door.

being a slut is fun.

#Spotify #bada lee #bada lee x reader #kpop #swf2 #swf2 x reader #imagine

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kidrauhlschik · 6 months

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SKZ Rejecting You as Their Soulmate

SKZ Masterlist

Warnings: implied sh, insecurities, angst, lmk if I should add more!

Bang Chan

He was always too rational for that kind of thing.

“How can the world decide who I can or can’t love?” Is a question he would always ask himself. He kept seeing their friends turn 21 and find “the one”, which he always thought it was bullshit.

How can the world carry that much weight and magic? He wasn’t buying it.

It wasn’t until his 21st birthday, that a tattoo presented itself on his arm.

It started off small. It was a music note that he didn’t mind the presence of. He rolled his eyes when he woke up with the mark but didn’t think much of it.

“At least it’s not a rose or a compass.” He mumbled to himself as he went on with his life.

It wasn’t until the tattoos kept on coming, that he started getting annoyed.

The next tattoo was a bat on his sternum.

“Why a bat? That’s so stupid.” He told Lee Know as his friend cuddled up with his partner. Both with many tattoos, all which mirrored each other.

The next one was a dog portrait. He wondered if it was a portrait of your own dog.

He thought of you as selfish. What if he wanted to get tattoos? At this pace, you would cover his skin and your own within the next ten years. He decided that he didn’t like his soulmate at all.

The next tattoo was a semicolon.

He frowned at that. A strange ache in his chest bothered him. Why did he feel that way?

The tattoo after that made him sick to his stomach.

He woke up one day to a Medusa tattoo on his thigh.

He couldn’t fully comprehend his emotions, but at this point the tattoos you were getting told him about who you were as a person.

You like animals, music, and you’ve suffered in way he wished he didn’t know about.

That’s when he decided to get his first tattoo.

He decided to get one on his spine. He wanted to make sure to get one there before you did.

He pondered for a long time as to what he wanted to get, before coming to a decision.

A detailed Japanese dragon tattoo decorated your back on one Sunday afternoon. It was well made. The tattoo made you feel connected to your soulmate. He finally got a tattoo in return! It the first time you felt connected to someone you had never met.

One day, in the Sydnee beach, you had been with your friends.

You were laying on your stomach and coincidentally the perfect stranger walked by at the perfect time.

The colors on your back were hard to miss.

It was harder to ignore that the tattoo running down your spine mirrored his own.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at you, which cause your friends to freak out a little.

When you turned to face the stranger, your eyes immediately went to the Medusa tattoo on his thigh, then you saw the semicolon on his wrist, and then the bat on his sternum.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, before you broke the silence first.

“So, what does the dragon mean to you?”

Lee Know

He never believed in love.

If his own parents couldn’t love him, how can he expect a stranger to give their heart to him?

It all seemed like bullshit to him when his teachers explained that one day he would hear your voice in his head.

“I don’t know but it sounds like schizophrenia to me.” Is why he would tell his friends.

Even after his friends met their significant others, he would not buy a word they would say to him.

Even when your voiced popped up inside his head for the first time, he simply told himself that he was being delusional.

You always had the dumbest thoughts.

“Wait what did I have to do today?”

“Fuck. Did I clean the cat litter?”

“Wait. Did I eat today?”

How could someone be so absent minded?

Your thoughts stressed him out. How can his “soulmate” be so different than him?

He knew that you were absent minded. However, eventually you got more cohesive.

“Why doesn’t he share his thoughts with me?”

“Is my soulmate dead?”

“If you’re out there, please respond.” He never responded.

He couldn’t help but to feel guilty, but he was doing you a favor. Right?

He finally regretted his decision three years later on a Saturday afternoon.

“I do.” Is all that went through your brain as he sat alone in the couch.

“If you’re out there. I wish I could have met you. Maybe we could have been something. This is the last thought I will ever ever share with you. So stranger… have a good life.”

Finally, he decided to share a piece of himself.

“Goodbye.”

Your soulmate rejected you.

The two of you never met.

Changbin

He was in love with someone else. Despite everyone warning him to avoid “love” until his 21st birthday, he fell in love with his Highschool sweetheart. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone more than he loved her.

So when all of the sudden, his gray world burst with color when he met the cashier at the new coffee shop shop in town, he would have preferred to go blind.

He loved someone else, and he hoped his life would remain the way that it already was.

He avoided your coffee shop as much as he could. However, the universe kept on forcing your paths to cross. Every time he made eye contact with you, the colors around him ran brighter.

Whenever he was able to avoid you enough, he began to miss you. The colors that were absent in his life became a drug to him.

It made him feel guilty.

As he would tell his girlfriend about his never ending love, all he could picture is your rosy cheeks. He would always think about the way your hair shined under the sun. His brain would always go back to you.

Luckily for him. You never looked for him either.

It wasn’t until his wedding day. He saw the day in black and white. He was used to the lack of color. Until the ending of his first dance with his wife, he looked up to the flashing camera. Between the flashes, he made eye contact with the photographer and for one last time, color brightened up his world.

The both of you gave each other a bittersweet smile. A silent good bye was exchanged, and that was the last time the two of you saw any color in your lives.

Hyunjin

When he finally met his soulmate, he didn’t feel a spark. He had always been a hopeless romantic. He expected to have his world spin around the second he met with his other half, so when he didn’t feel anything when his eyes met yours, everything seemed like a rouse.

He always admired the red string tied to his pinky. His paintings were inspired by the ever lasting love he would always hope for.

One day, the string tightened. He was at the club, and immediately sobered up.

You were there.

He was finally going to meet you.

So when he found the person at the other end of his string, he felt underwhelmed.

Was this it?

Was this the love of his life?

He expected more.

You were excited nevertheless, so he felt guilty when he would reject your approaches.

One day, you knocked on his door. He knew it was you on the other side, yet, he didn’t want to open the door. Until he heard your cries.

“Hyunjin. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted me to be. You may not feel much for me, but I love you. So if it would make you happier for me to disappear… I just want to make you happy.” With no thoughts in mind, he threw the doors open and pulled your body against his.

He felt your pain. Even thought he didn’t feel a spark, he felt your pain. The pain was raw. It was as if someone had clawed his way to his heart.

He was going to make it work.

He would love you in the same way that you loved him.

Even if he couldn’t feel the love, he knew that the pain was real. He would try his best to learn how to be your soulmate.

Han

He was scared that you would hurt him, the same way he was scared that he would hurt you.

He could hear the music you played on your 21st birthday. You were listening to “How to Save a Life” by The Fray. Which made him assume that you weren’t partying.

That’s what most of your playlists consisted of. Sad songs. Were you trying to send a message?

That made him even more scared.

The both of you were broken souls. How is he supposed to fix someone when he is shattered to pieces himself?

He knew you could hear his music. The both of you were always on the depressing music vibe. To him, it seemed that a tornado and a hurricane were waiting to meet each other. He was terrified.

He was in the train one day and someone was playing music out loud. That kind of thing always annoyed him, but today, he could hear an echo over the speaker.

You were in the train as well.

You could tell that he was there too.

The second the both of you made eye contact, the breath got knocked out of your lungs.

Maybe the both of you could be a sad song together.

Maybe the pain the both of you shared could be made into something more.

Felix

You were his best friend. Since the two of you were five, you both shared your hopes and dreams of meeting your soulmates one day. You guys wanted to have cookouts, or game nights, and you both dreamed of making a big friend group.

You wanted your kids to be friends.

Neither of you ever expected to wake up one day and have the same scars.

It felt violating at first.

He knew of the big scar on your leg from when you jumped out of the trampoline. Now he had the same scar.

You knew of the scar on his hand from climbing a tree when you two were twelve. Now you had the same one.

Then he saw the new scars on his thighs. His legs were littered with fresh scars. You felt shame, and he felt guilt. How did he never realize that his friend was suffering?

You did everything you could to avoid him.

The both of you knew that you were soulmates, but that was a boundary that neither of you ever wanted to cross.

He would call you everyday, and every time, his calls would go to voice mail.

Felix was never supposed to know that side of you.

So when the chance to leave for college came around, you enrolled to the one furthest away.

He hated himself for never seeing your suffering.

You hated yourself for always keeping him in the dark.

You told yourself that you caused enough distrust for a life time. So you decided that a lifetime of punishment is what you deserved.

He didn’t reject you but you rejected your soulmate. Deciding that the damage you had done was enough.

Seungmin

His first soulmate passed away and he didn’t want to replace her.

He only had one love. She was everything to him.

So when her name disappeared off of his wrist and yours replace it, he wanted to die.

How can the world be so cruel? His girlfriend took his heart when she passed. Why is the universe trying to force him to be with someone else?

When he saw your name, he only felt resentment.

There were do many people in the world. Why him?

You weren’t his soulmate. You’re a place holder, and you could never replace the true love of his life.

He would prefer to die alone over looking for you.

Unfortunately, if you reject your soulmate, they would pass away.

But at this point, he doesn’t care.

Why should you get to live, while the love of his life got taken away from him? Call him selfish, but he no longer has any care for anyone.

When your name slowly faded from his wrist, he felt a bit guilty. Yet, he couldn’t help but to see your name and feel anger. He hates you at no fault of your own.

He hates you because the world wanted to erase the love of his life from the universe and he simply refused to let that happen.

He preferred to let you pass away over loving anyone more than he loved his first love.

I.N.

You weren’t who he wanted you to be.

Since he knew what soulmates were, he always had a vision of who he wanted you to be.

So when he felt his hand freeze over when you touched him for the first time, he knew he had found his soulmate.

Much to his dismay.

He felt Minnesota weather as he sat in California.

He begged the universe to be lying to him. He couldn’t believe that you were his soulmate.

You weren’t the person he imagined. Nor were you the person he wanted.

You could sense his disdain as well.

As you would seek his warmth, he would avoid you like no other.

“Jeongin. We could die!” You tried to argue some sense into him as he ran from who was meant to be the love of his life.

You had no choice but the accept his choice.

The two of you had to live your life in eternal cold. Neither of you ever knowing the warmth of your soulmate.

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #kpop imagine #stray kids x reader #bang Chan #lee know #changbin #seungmin #Hyunjin #Felix #Yongbok #Han Jisung #Jeongin #angst #fluff #fanfic #y/n #reaction #ot8

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mrkerina · 8 months

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Photobooth ; mark lee

— (idol au) in which you are his source of comfort.

Pairing — Mark lee (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 2095

Content — You comforting him after an incident during a concert and it became a date.

Author’s note — This is my first post, i’m just testing tumblr out to see if i want to use it or not. Hope you enjoy!

The music blasted through the speakers, resonating throughout the whole stadium. Mark felt the music in his veins, his heart thumping to the beat of the song. He danced tirelessly although it may seem effortless from the fan’s perspective.

It was in his blood, dancing to one song after another. It was his job description after all. Just that he did not realize how much he had to sacrifice before it was too late to back out.

The NCT 2023 concert in which millions of fans had anticipated, the crowd a sea of green like a huge patch of grass. The lights shone glaringly at his eyes, he had to squint to look around. Out of all the members he had the most to do, being the ace and everything. He probably had to come out to perform for the most number of songs.

It was overwhelming, really.

The stress was all piling up onto him, a migraine catching up to make his head feel fuzzy. And yet, he continued to go through the motions of the choreography, for whatever song it was.

Even when learning the choreography of their new song, the dance practices were a mess. He was the only one who wasn’t able to catch up, his mind full of other things that he needed to do and learn.

He was afraid to mess up, afraid to disappoint everyone. Not just his fans, but also his members.

Mark’s ears rang piercingly, his eyes blurred. He tried to blink it away and continue to dance but he couldn’t. Before he knew it, everything went black and he fell to the ground with the music still blasting through the speakers of the stadium.

Breaking news: Mark Lee from NCT faints in the middle of their concert. The concert had to continue without him.

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To say that you were worried was an understatement when you saw the news. Panicking, you immediately left your workplace hurriedly while calling Mark’s manager.

You wasted no time when he picked up. “Where is Mark?” The words came out all at once, barely enunciated but it was clear what you were calling for. So he told you the address to the hospital and you immediately grabbed a cab and headed there.

The moment the car stopped, you ran out. Paparazzi were already standing outside the hospital, which made you pause. Security guards were pushing them out of the way, refusing to let them enter the hospital to reach the boy.

Your relationship with Mark wasn’t known to the public, you could not risk getting caught with him. That was why you turned the corner, going near the back where you saw an opened window at the ground floor which you used to enter.

It was slightly more difficult with the skirt you were wearing but you made it in. You immediately opened the door to exit into the hallways of the hospital.

You pressed for the eighth floor where his manager said his room was at. Inwardly urging for the elevator to move quicker as you paced around.

You quickened your pace when you saw his manager standing by the hallways, fingers gripping his hair as his face contorted into an expression of distress with his phone to his ear. “I don’t know where he went! If I knew I wouldn’t be calling you to check if he was with you right now…nevermind I’ll find him…bye.” His conversation ended.

Your eyes widened. “What? What do you mean? Who were you talking about, it’s not about Mark right?” You questioned as your head spun.

He turned towards you and sighed. “Mark’s gone, I have no idea where he went. Maybe you can reach him, his phone is switched off though.” He explained.

You didn’t have time to think, you turned on your feet and left. Leaving the hospital through the back doors, snatching your phone out of your bag to call the missing idol.

Of course, the call did not get through for you either.

He was making you go crazy. Not knowing whether he was safe or not made you start to overthink everything.

“Come on, think y/n where would he go.” You muttered to yourself as you looked around the area. Your eyes caught sight of the karaoke place opposite the hospital.

You immediately ran for it.

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Mark felt disappointed in himself. Why couldn’t he just handle the pain a little bit more, push through until the end of the show. It wasn’t that hard, he had done it numerous times before after all.

There he sat in the dark karaoke room, the only source of light emitting from the television screen. There was no music playing, it was just him isolating himself in the dark corner of the room with his eyes closed.

For some reason, this place gave him a sense of comfort, not specifically this place itself but any karaoke place in general. It was probably because it was where the two of you had met for the first time. It was when he was in the same state he’s in right now, and somehow you came in like an angel reaching out for him.

That first meeting made him feel like everything was okay, like he could be someone with a normal life without needing to face all the struggles his life as an idol gave him.

Then you were gone but came back again a few months later, enrolled in his school. It was like fate was binding the two of you together. And slowly everything had developed from there.

For now, he was lonely. His eyes watery but yet he refused to let himself cry. He read the articles, he saw the comments saying how the concert wasn’t worth the money if he wasn’t there or how he was too weak and he didn’t deserve to be this successful.

Just when he was falling deeper into the dark abyss of his mind, the door slammed open violently. Making him jump in fright, thinking that it might have been his manager or the paparazzi but who he didn’t think it would be was his girlfriend.

You sighed in relief when you saw the black haired boy sitting at the corner of the room looking at you in shock. You entered before closing the door behind you, the light from the hallways exiting from the room.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” Mark asked, confused but glad at the same time.

You glared at him. “How dare you! You make me worried sick, I saw the article and I immediately left work and went to the hospital only for you to be gone and then your phone is turned off!” You ranted, he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “And don’t you think you can just say sorry and let everything off because no! You tell me what’s wrong here and now because obviously you are in a karaoke place so you are obviously feeling overwhelmed so spill.”

You stood directly in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest, staring down at the boy who could only look up at you like a lost puppy being reprimanded. “I’m sorry it’s just I messed up by letting my body give out. Actually, I've been messing up every dance practice we’ve had for the concert and it's just hard to keep up. I feel like I’m just being a huge disappointment to everyone and I just can’t handle the pressure.” A tear had slipped from his eye by the end of his speech.

You brought a thumb to his cheek and wiped the tear away, heart aching for him. “You’re not a disappointment. You’re doing so well, so incredibly well. I admire you for being so hard working even though your ridiculous ass of a company doesn’t even appreciate it. You’ve always been strong, just because you fainted once doesn’t mean you’re anything less than that.” You said softly. Mark held on to your every word, loving the way your voice flowed so smoothly.

You sat down beside him, spreading your arms widely to urge him to come for a hug, which he did. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his head was buried in your neck. You stroked his hair gently, soothing him.

Your warmth was something he loved, and also your straightforwardness. He felt himself relax and forget about everything else, just him being in your arms was all it took. He basked in your warmth, feeling significantly calmer and better.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, Mark in your arms with you playing with his hair.

Soon after he got up. “We should probably go out, I think the time for this room is almost up.” He said. You glanced at the time left shown on the screen, showing that there was only 5 minutes left, enough for one song.

“Wait, let me show you this rap I've been practicing.” You grinned cheekily before going to the machine and inputting that one superm song with your boyfriend’s infamous rap. “Oi you better watch out Mark Lee I’m coming for your spot.” You spoke into the microphone, making him laugh.

“Uh, you think ya big boi, throwing three stacks. Uh something yea yea…mismatch.” You tried his part but failing miserably, it was way too fast. Mark could only laugh at you, his hand slapping his knee with his head thrown back at how ridiculous you were being.

You stared at him in disbelief as the song ended and the television went back to the home screen signalling that the time was up. “Hey! Stop laughing, I swear I’m just lacking practice. You better watch your back. Obviously I’m going to be the one to replace you when you’re gone.” You huffed.

“Okay sure. Whatever you say, my princess.”

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Thankfully, this was a very small and secluded mall which had barely anyone around.

The two of you walked out of the karaoke place, and were about to leave when you saw a self service photo booth store.

Your eyes immediately lit up, you quickly grabbed Mark’s arm and dragged him in that direction. “What-?” He let out confused at the sudden change of course but followed you compellingly.

“Let’s take cute pictures! We’ve never done one together before.” You replied looking around at all the accessories that they have in amazement. You ended up settling for a duck head band while Mark settled for a pair of those thug life meme glasses.

You both entered one of the booths, which was surprisingly small. Making you two squeeze in the tiny space with your shoulders touching each other. “Okay you ready?” You pressed start on the screen once Mark nodded in response.

The timer went faster than the two of you anticipated. For the first picture you both weren’t ready at all but the two of you composed yourself enough to smile on the second before taking off the accessories and having a plain photo with just the two of you on the next.

You both laughed at how ridiculous the photos ended up being. The two of you chose four out of the six and printed them. They gave two copies so you kept one while Mark kept the other.

“Wait, let me head to the washroom quickly then I swear we can leave.” You rushed before running off leaving the boy standing there outside the store waiting for you.

He stood there with the photo grasped tightly in his hand as he stared at it. The last picture you both took was one where you were smiling to the camera while Mark had an expression that was between a laugh and a smile with his eyes trained on you rather than the camera.

It was a mystery to him how you were able to just easily make him feel like a normal teenager rather than a well-known idol. The way you make him feel love sick for you was something foreign for him. Honestly, it was everything about you that made him feel different.

When you got out from the washroom, you went back to Mark, noticing that he was staring at the photos the two of you took with a soft smile on his face. It made your heart warm. “What’s up? Are you laughing at me in the picture? You better not be.”

“No, not at all. You look beautiful, as always.”

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neochan · 2 years

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PAIRING | haechan x reader

SYNOPSIS | you've had your eye on haechan for a while. who knew a costume frat party would be the time you got to have him.

WC | 2.8k

WARNINGS | alcohol, bunny pet name, panty biting, oral fem receiving, slight nipple play, choking, he spanks reader one time, big dick!haechan, reader calls him daddy once, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or kids), acts like a typical dude at the end lmao

A.N | happy hyuck day !

“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

A deep voice tickles your ear, making you whip your head around. Haechan stands tall, eyes glinting with mischief; his plastic glow-in-the-dark fangs are bared to you in a wide smile. His hands are occupied with two drinks, one which is slightly extended to you.

“Ha Ha.” you say dryly, and snatch the plastic solo cup out of his hand.

The last party of the school year and here you were listening to pathetic jokes from a poorly costumed vampire. You couldn't brag about yours though, the play boy bunny ears were constantly sliding off your head, and the faux tail kept getting pulled by obnoxious frat boys.

Looking around you take it all in. Last party of the semester ... last party with him.

Lee Donghyuck, the boy you can't seem to get out of your head even though he was oblivious to it all. He stood in front of you, handsomer than you've ever seen. Clad in a white button up spotted with fake blood and a black cape tied around his throat by a matching ribbon, all you wanted to do was rip those clothes off of him, but you couldn't. It was out of the question - especially here.

The frat house wasn't exactly the best place for hooking up. Downstairs was cluttered with people and alcohol; basically one big open room, and upstairs was where coke heads took their turns bumping lines. The bathrooms were absolutely nasty and usually covered in piss and vomit by the time you actually wanted to fuck someone.

Who were you kidding? You'd never get the chance to fuck Haechan so there was no use worrying about where the best place was.

You take a sip of your drink, cringing at the bitter burn that slides down your throat, "Is this just straight Titos?" you splutter.

He shrugs nonchalantly, nodding towards the kitchen, "They were all out of mixers."

"Not surprised" You murmur, throwing your head back and drinking the rest in one swallow. Usually the alcohol was gone by now anyways, it was a surprise he came back with Titos.

Haechan's eyes watch you admiringly, twinkling when you spill some of the alcohol down your chin.

"You know," he starts, "This party is kind of lame." He fiddles with the tied bow of his cape for a second before continuing, "I was wondering if you just want to come back to my place and chill?"

Your eyebrows shoot up on their own accord. Was the boy you've had a crush on the last four years asking you to go back to his place?"

"How sober are you?" you question.

"Stone cold."

"Prove it."

"Come back to my place and I'll show you how sober I am."

His words shock you, heat creeping into your cheeks and flushing through your entire body. You can feel your knees go weak.

"I mean, if you want to, that is." his smile stretches from ear to ear, the fangs glowing a bright green.

"Are you going to fuck me?" you ask coyly. It's satisfying to see the way his smile drops and his cheeks grow red, but the next words out of his mouth aren't shy at all.

"Oh little bunny... I'm gonna absolutely ruin you."

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Your back hits the wall alarmingly hard, but you don't even notice. All you can focus on right now is Haechans soft lips moving against your own at a pace way too fervent for the amount of alcohol coursing through your blood. The lack of oxygen leaves you dizzy, fingertips running over his shoulders, trying to steady yourself. His own graze over the supple flesh of your thighs left exposed by your costume.

The bunny ears and fangs are gone now, leaving you both to meld into each other. His lips move from yours to travel down your throat which finally allows you to take a deep breath.

"Fuck Haechan." you whisper, your hands coming up to pull at the hair tickling the nape of his neck. It sends goosebumps down his spine but he doesn't tell you, just keeps giving you wet kisses against your throat and collarbone. By the end of the night he wants you to be painted in bruises.

"You like my tongue?" he coos, darting it out to lick a wet stripe from the base of your neck to your ear lobe, nibbling it just a bit to make you shudder. He ruts against you, and you gasp. You can feel every inch of him through the thin material of his pants - and he's big. You groan and pull him close, capturing his lips in another kiss. He tasted like you always dreamed of - like a cherry blow pop. He did have a thing for those after all.

He pulls away, leaning his forehead against your own, "How about I show you what my tongue can really do?" his trademark grin spreads across his face, almost daring you to accept his offer.

"N- No, I need you in me." You whimper.

"Little bunny wants my cock, hm?"

All of a sudden you feel the floor fall out beneath you, and for a second you think you've passed out because of your alcohol consumption, but all is right when you realize that Haechan has picked you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and throw your arms around his neck squealing at the sensation of being carried.

It's just a few steps to the bed and in no time he's laying you down gently, body caging you against his soft sheets.

"You shouldn't have worn lingerie to the party." He growls, eyes drinking in the sight of your body for the thousandth time tonight, "Other guys shouldn't see you like this."

You roll your eyes, "It was a dress up party, what else was I supposed to wear?"

"A potato sack?" he offers.

"You wouldn't have wanted to fuck me if I wore that."

He's directly overtop of you now, the cross chain around his throat swinging in your face, accidentally brushing the tip of your nose. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment we met. A potato sack is nothing."

"Then stop talking about it and do it." You groan.

You don't need to ask him twice because as soon as the last word is out of your mouth he's quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it across the room. His cape and pants follow suit and soon he's overtop of you in only boxers. They hid nothing to the imagination, the outline of his cock painfully obvious.

"I think it's your turn bunny."

When you go to undo your bra he stops you, "Let me do it." With ease Haechan undoes your bra and soon your upper body is bare to him, "You're so fucking hot." He groans, dipping his heads down to take one of your perky nipples in his mouth.

The feeling of his hot tongue against your sensitive bud is enough to make you arch up against him, and again, you can feel every inch of him. The thought of how big he is makes your thighs clench together, heat pooling in your panties.

His tongue roves across your skin, sucking harshly. At one point he rolls your nipple between his teeth and it's like nothing you've ever felt.

"Haechan please!" you whine, lifting you hips so maybe he'll get the hint that you want him in you now.

He chuckles, lips skimming down your stomach until they hover right above the waistband of your panties. He looks at you through his dark eyelashes, honey brown eyes glinting with mischief.

"Don't worry bunny, I'm just as impatient, trust me." and with that he sinks his canines into your waistband and drags your panties down. Its unbearably hot, the sight of Haechan holding your panties in his mouth, but as you're whining and moving your legs restlessly, he spits them onto the floor and shoves your thighs apart.

"Just one taste, okay?"

You furiously nod your head and he wastes no time attaching his lips to your core to suckle on your clit.

White hot pleasure shoots through you, "Oh fuck!"

His tongue moves against you with grace, swirling patterns against your swollen clit. Two of his fingers disappear between your legs, easily sliding into you with how wet you were. The stretch of his fingers mixed with his tongue is enough to send you over the edge but you hold back.

"D- Don't wanna cum on your fingers." you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulls away from you completely, letting you gather your thoughts, "Cum on my cock then." He throws a wink at you before ridding himself of his boxers, and when you catch sight of him you gasp.

Never in all your years of knowing him did you think he was going to be this big. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, his pretty pink tip leaking precum.

He must have seen your eyes widen because he chuckles, "Understand why I wanted to eat you out a little first?"

Dumbly you nod your head, "I want you to fuck me."

"Bunny, you've said that already."

The muscles in his stomach contract when he palms his hard on, slowly stroking himself. Air hisses between his teeth when he touches his tip, eyes fluttering closed with the sensation.

You pout, throwing your fists against the comforter, "Then why're you taking your time!!"

Leaning overtop of you, your eyes following his every move, he lines himself up you’re your entrance, teasing you a bit before gently pushing into you, "Been thinking about this for a while, just wanted to do it right." He grits his teeth, the overwhelming urge to just completely bottom out and fuck into you almost overtaking the rational side of his brain.

The fact that he had been thinking about this almost as much as you sends a tingle through your body. It was nice to know the attraction was mutual and not just a one night stand the last night you were supposed to see each other.

You inhale sharply, the sensation of his thick cock stretching you out making you lose touch with reality. You fumble to grip onto something and end up using his shoulders as a grounding spot. Your nails dig into his honey golden skin, surely leaving red crescents for him to later discover.

He pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, until he’s completely buried in your cunt. You were so fucking wet, Haechan didn’t know how long he was going to be able to play nice for.

"You don't have to be gentle. I won't break.” You whisper.

Guess he didn’t have to play long.

“I don’t plan on being gentle.” He grunts, pulling out of you completely just to slam back into you, a piercing moan falling from your lips, “I said I was gonna ruin you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing .”

He starts thrusting into you fast, his hips slamming into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin permeating the otherwise still air. The chain around his throat keeps hitting your nose and at one point he grabs it and throws it over his shoulder. He can’t be bothered with little shit like that when he has such a pretty fucking girl underneath him.

His hands are braced on either side of your face, fingers twisting the fabric of the sheets, bunching it up until he’s clenching it in his fist. You feel so goddamn good, so tight, so wet … for him.

“Haechan! Fuck, you’re so big.” Sobs wrack your chest, eyes going crossed as he pounds into you, one hand wrapping itself around your throat. He squeezes a little and takes satisfaction in the way your eyelids flutter.

He shushes you, “I know bunny, I know. Just take it, I know you can.” He dips down to kiss you, his lips perfectly aligning with yours, “You’re doing so well. Being such a good girl for me.” He mumbles against you.

You feel the band in your stomach start to tighten, and between that and Haechans words, you put your hand on his stomach trying to get him to slow his movements.

He glances down, “Move your hand.”

“No, It’s too much.” You squeak out, but he doesn’t care.

“I said move your fucking hand.” With each word he thrusts all the way into you, brushing your g-spot every time.

You don’t listen to him, instead pushing against his abdomen even harder. He retaliates by closing his fist a little tighter, cutting off even more oxygen. The lack sends you into a head high, eyes crossing again, but you refuse to give in.

A dry laugh leaves his lips, “Fine.” He pulls out of you completely and taps your hip, “Flip over.”

Completely struck by how hot he was commanding you, you comply and flip over, face down ass up. He pushes back into you without warning, forcing your body to shoot forward. “Give me your hands.” He groans, reaching for your wrists. When they’re securely in his hand, he uses the leverage to fuck into you deeper.

“Fuck!” you cry.

“Take it little bunny.” He grunts, letting go of your wrists and pushing your face into his pillows instead. His scent fills your nostrils – cherry blow pops and some kind of cologne. Feeling his cock filling you up mixed with the intense smell of him sends you into another head high.

Your walls clench around him every time he thrusts into you and it almost makes him lose his mind, but there was something he wanted to do first. He stills his movements inside of you, leaving you panting.

“Why’d you stop?” you moan, but you’re sure the pillow muffled you too much for him to make out what you said so you start moving on your own accord. He lets go of your head and throws his arms up behind his own, admiring the way you back up against him.

"Yeah, that's right, throw that ass back little bunny."

The sight is almost enough to make him cum, but he holds back, gazing at the way your pussy swallows him.

You were growing impatient. This wasn’t filling your needs like before, “Haechan!!” you whine.

“Yeah, yeah.” He spits, grabbing a handful of your ass and fucking into you faster now. He couldn’t contain himself; you were just that fucking hot. "Want me to fill you up?” he whispers, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. When he sees you shake your head as much as the pillows can allow, his mind turns crazed, "Gonna watch it drip out of your pretty pussy."

Your arms are thrust out to the side, gripping the sheets between your fingers, “Please Haechan! Want your cum so bad. Need it, please!”

"God you're such a slut." He groans, “Love the way your ass moves when I fuck into you.” One of his hands smacks your ass, a thin pain spreading throughout your bottom.

Your high-pitched moans rang throughout the room, pushing Haechan closer to his orgasm.

“Want you to fill me up daddy!” the name slips from your tongue too easily for Haechan to ignore it… not like he could though, because it tickles the right part of his brain and soon, he’s emptying ropes of cum into you.

The thought of him filling you up and then realizing it was actually happening has you clutching the sheets for dear life as your own orgasm wracks through you. Your walls spasm around him, milking every last drop from him.

For a second nobody moves and all you can hear is Haechan breathing rapidly as he tries to come down from his high. You shift so that your face is turned to the side, and you can finally breathe but you start laughing instead. “This… this is not how I thought the night was gonna go.”

“Me neither.” He agrees.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, making sure not to get any on the sheets below him. You flip over on your back and reach a hand over the edge of the bed fishing for a shirt or something to clean yourself up with. You end up grabbing one of Haechans shirts to which he just shrugs and lets you do your thing.

When you’re done you toss it into the corner of his room, not caring where it lands.

“God that was so good.” He smiles over at you, eyes crinkling in the corner.

You hum in response, eyelids fluttering shut. The alcohol in your system mixed with the workout you just did has left you exhausted and all you were craving was sleep.

“You can stay here tonight. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about in the morning.” He says softly, one arm propped up, watching as you slowly slip away into dreamland, the promise of tomorrow with the boy you’ve liked for the past four years sure to bring you happy dreams.

A.N | happy haechan day!!!! i wanted to give you guys something a little special bc of the celebration! i heard he got covid though so i hope he recovers fast </3 also.. send feedback please.

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

#teddypickerry #need more nikki sixx fics #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee #motley crue #mötley crüe

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sxtvrns · 1 year

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publicly romantic

🎶 now playing: in my heart (demo) - grentperez

P: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

S: He fell first, and he fell hard. When you were on the big screen behind him, he knew he fell for you even more.

W: fluff, drabble because im in my kpop era now, no knowledge of skz at all, short

N: if im being honest guys the only reason i decided to write this was because i got inspired by those fan dance things during their world tour ive only ever listened to case 143 and i apologize if this makes me an outsider but i thought this was cute okay enjoy the content

please interact if you enjoy!

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When your boyfriend said he was going on a world tour, you did not think it was going to last for nearly an entire year. JYP better give them a break after this.

Dating Felix was a handful. He was always busy and his schedule was packed, you both were travelling constantly, having a home in Sydney and in Seoul. With the tour on his hands as well, it didn’t make it any easier. You saw all the edits of him flooding the internet, all of them reminding you of how much you missed your boyfriend.

So when you were told he was going to Australia, and you were conveniently going to be there at the same time as his concert, you had your fingers crossed you could get tickets. You didn’t care if you were in the pit or in the nosebleeds; you were happy to even be in the same room as him for a little while, even if you had to admire him from afar.

You texted him and called him as much as you could. Whenever your phone rang, you always assumed he was on a break or had free time, knowing that it probably meant the rest of the day was full of work. The amount of people that love him reminds you of how lucky you are to have such a handsome guy who seems so out of reach be your boyfriend.

Things weren’t kept secret for long. When you visited Felix one time, he forgot he was live, saying your name and three forbidden words out loud and straight to the camera: I love you. You never showed your face that live, your hand merely waving hello. It wasn’t until you left the room that both of you had realized what he’d done.

You came into his room after he finished his live, putting his phone away. “What the fuck did you do.” You say, more of a statement rather than a question. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to– it just slipped out!”

“If I knew you were going live, I wouldn’t have come. You slip up easily whenever I’m around.”

“That’s because I love you. And that’s also exactly why I didn’t tell you because I wanted to see you.”

You pace around the room, panicking. “JYP’s gonna kill us. He’s gonna kill you. Your fans are gonna come and kill me!”

“He already knows.”

“What do you mean, ‘he knows’?”

“Chan accidentally ran his mouth. If anything, you wouldn’t be in my room right now if JYP forced me to break up with you. He just told me to be careful… and I do. Ever since we started dating, I’ve been careful.” He sighs, setting his phone down and walking up to you. “I’m sorry. I… you can stay here for a few days if you’re too scared to go outside.”

He knew that people could find what you look like and all your other information with a mere search of your name. This wasn’t the same as other people knowing who his sisters were. Him getting into a dating scandal would jeopardize your safety and his group. He didn’t care about his group at the moment, he was scared for you.

“I… I’d like that, actually. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I assume that means you don’t mind sharing a bed? Unless you want me to sleep on the floor.”

“You really think I want you to sleep on the floor after the amount of time we’ve been apart?” Your response makes him smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you in for a hug, his hand caressing the top of your head. “I’m really sorry. I know I messed up. And I’m sorry I can’t be there for you all the time.”

“I know. It’s okay. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. I know you’re working hard and you’re busy. But… I’m hoping we can still try to enjoy ourselves for the time being.”

He pulls away to look at your face, being confused about your sudden switch up.

“Yes, I’m scared, yes, my life is probably going to be in danger at some point, but I did not come to see you just to worry about this and our relationship going public. It’s out there now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I know I was panicking about it a few seconds ago, but I’ve come to terms that it happened already. I forgive you. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re that comfortable with me to say it in front of thousands of people.”

“I’m sorry–“

“You’ve apologized enough. It’s okay now.” You cut him off, going onto your tip toes to kiss his nose. “Can we order something? I’m hungry.”

“You didn’t think of doing that before my live ended?”

“I was gonna ask you, but I felt I intruded already.”

After that whole fiasco, people found your social media accounts, some of them even following you, flooding your comments with nothing but sentences that had the name Felix in it at least once. You got a few death threats even, but you tried to not let it get to you too much. It made you a bit paranoid, but the more you went out, the more you forgot about them.

Articles were written; Tiktoks and edits took over your feed about the ‘mystery girl’ or ‘Y/N’ behind the camera that gave Felix heart eyes whenever he looked at you. Eventually, they found out what you looked like, and though you were expecting insults, you were instead given compliments.

Pretty, adorable, beautiful… words that made you feel comfortable to be a part of Felix’s life publicly. He never brought it up during conversations or interviews unless another person did, which, he was very cautious with what he was saying.

You had your fair share of hate. It bothered you a little bit, but then remembered the only reason they hated you was that you had something they didn’t: Felix. His love and affection, his admiration and attention. It boosted your ego unhealthily, but you weren’t gonna get all full of yourself over it.

He wasn’t necessarily open about his relationship. He wouldn’t bring up the topic himself; usually someone else would have to. He would answer any questions, but there was always a limit to them. He was all nice about it though, always asking you after if what he said was okay to share with others.

“‘How’s Y/N?’ She’s good. She’s actually visiting, so I hope I’m not too loud.”

“‘How did you two meet?’ She does camerawork and paid us a visit, shadowing someone else. She always came along for a few shoots in a row, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity so I just asked when no one was looking.”

“You wanna see her? She’s not too comfortable on camera, so I don’t think–“

“Felix, do you want this?”

You look at his tripod set up, then his surprised expression, as if he’d seen a ghost. “What’s wrong? Am I interrupting?”

“Nothing. What is that?”

“It’s a grilled cheese. I put the last of your gochujang in the butter.”

“Ah, thanks, we needed to get rid of it somehow.” You eye the camera. “Your face isn’t showing.” He clarifies, allowing you to walk into frame, letting him take a bite of the sandwich. His eyes light up, enthusiastically nodding. “It’s good!”

“Do you want it? I’ll make another one for myself.” He nods, taking the plate from you. “Thank you!” He says, mouth full as you walk out the door. “Look at this, guys. You guys summoned her, now I get good food.” He bites into it again, visibly enjoying the simple sandwich you made. “I love my girlfriend.”

The clip went viral. It’s now one of Felix’s iconic moments, and the first of your own.

You two were certainly romantic, private and in public. On the occasion you’d post photos of the two of you together, and you were also open about it if you were to do lives together. You weren’t in every live, but he invited you once and it was fun, so you were open to other opportunities.

You kept your hood on, which hid your face a bit well enough on camera.

“Y/N, what are we making?”

“Rose tteokbokki.”

“If you don’t know already, my girlfriend is an amazing cook and she gives me food sometimes during some of my other lives.”

“Then Felix makes brownies after and it’s a full meal.”

He notices your amount of clothing, greater than his. “Why are you wearing your hoodie? Is it not warm?”

“I’m hiding myself, I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re so pretty.”

“I cannot believe you’re flirting with me in front of over a hundred thousand people.”

“They deserve to know.”

His hand rests atop your head, his fingers gently gripping the hood. You let him take it off, fixing your hair right after. “Isn’t she pretty?” He shows you off to the camera before you hide your face in his chest.

You sat in an innocent little bubble tea shop, scrolling on your phone when you get a call from him unexpectedly. “Hello?” You greet, sipping on your drink. “Y/N, do you wanna come backstage after the concert? Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you.”

“Probably because it has. Can you really do that?”

“Chan’s parents and siblings are coming, and they’re going backstage, my sisters are coming too.”

“I mean, I’d like to, if it’s possible.”

He chuckles. “I’ll see you there.”

“Love you.”

There’s a brief pause, and you think about hanging up.

“Love you too.” He mutters, ending the call. It wasn’t very ‘professional’ of him to be calling his girlfriend when he should have been out there practicing, but he’s been kept from you long enough. He just couldn’t help himself.

And besides, he’d do anything for you.

As if it were a coincidence, it turned out you were sitting next to Hannah, who greeted you with a hug when she saw you sit down in the seat beside hers. Now you were sitting in your nosebleed seat, eagerly leaning forward to stare at the screen, the sudden random play dance coming on.

From your knowledge, a camera would focus on a certain fan in the audience, mostly in the further back, said fan having to follow one of the boy group’s dances. This would usually come on mid performance, meaning the members would be watching as well.

You’re so engaged staring at the screen, excited to see who’s on next that you don’t realize that it’s you. “Y/N!” Chan says, looking over at Felix. The choreography for God’s Menu begins to play as Hannah forces you up onto your feet, cheering you on.

You hand her your lightstick and place your bag down, forcing yourself to get over it and just do the dance for the few seconds you’re on screen. In your opinion, you did pretty well, judging from the screams that erupted from every inch of the room. You do the ending fairy, leaning against the railing again with a hand under your chin, sending a wink and a flying kiss across the arena. You immediately get shy, hiding your face in Hannah’s shoulder.

“Wow.” Felix starts, feeling Chan pat his back. “That’s my girlfriend, everyone.” He points in your direction, the arena flooded with screams as Felix’s ears and face slowly go red on the screen. You feel your own face heat up as you cover it, Hannah shaking you uncontrollably. “He’s blushing!” Han teases, pointing at your boyfriend’s crimson face. “C’mon, man, say something to her!” Chan says, ushering him closer to the edge of the stage.

“Y/N, I love you!” He holds a finger heart up, sending a flying kiss back to you. Your face goes warm at his bold move, yet you feel pride that he’s comfortable to do that openly in an arena full of his screaming fans. “Don’t cover your smile, you’re beautiful.” The screams somehow get even louder, and you feel as though a million eyes are on you as you wave your lightstick gleefully.

“Aww, so sweet!” Seungmin adds, poking at Felix’s open affection.

“Do you guys wanna know what Felix does? He scrolls through her photos sometimes before practice and he comes back all red. His excuse was that warm up was tough on him.” Chan exposes, though isn’t immediately stopped by his friend. You laugh at the thought, it being heartwarming at the same time.

You wait with Hannah, her parents, and Felix’s family after the concert, seeing Chan walk out first and greet his family, then you. “Felix ‘s coming, just grabbing something.” You nod, letting him reunite with his family for the time being. You smile at his feuding with his sister, feeling a tap on your shoulder.

Felix is standing right behind you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and you practically jump into his arms. “Geez, I’m so sorry, I smell so bad.” His sweat makes your hands cling to him, yet when you look at his face, it made him all the more attractive. Still smelly, but somehow sexy at the same time. He had a towel on his shoulder, wiping his sweat off as best he could. He pulls away to greet his mom and his sisters, taking their pictures for them. You watched in awe how sweet their connection was and how close they were.

You overheard his mom talking to him before they left. “Treat her good, okay? You don’t want to lose her.” Your heart melts, now aware you’ve truly earned his mother’s approval. He walks over to you, stopping to simply admire you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“My god, you’re beautiful. I’ve missed you so much.” He mutters, the words making you blush and jump onto him for a long awaited kiss. One of those long, cheesy movie kisses was a way to describe it, but who cares if it was cheesy, you finally got to kiss him after months of being away from each other. “Loved your dance, by the way. When’d you get the time to learn that?”

“Circumstances. Figured it’d be best to be prepared.”

“You did fuckin’ amazing, then.” His hand covers his mouth, eyes widened in shock. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You aren’t live anymore, it’s fine.”

“Still felt wrong.”

“Do you guys want me to take a picture of you?” Hannah appears out of nowhere, startling you. You nod, handing her your phone, posing for a couple pictures, feeling Felix’s hand on your hip the entire time. “Alright, now kiss!” Hannah says jokingly, Chan shoving her shoulder.

“Seriously–“ You get cut off by Felix’s lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Hannah eagerly takes photos, even when he pulls away, simply staring into your eyes as if he could see a whole world behind them. “Can you post that?” He asks, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Am I allowed to?”

“I’m the one that asked.”

That was a yes.

When Hannah hands your phone back to you after scrolling through the photos, she says, “You know I was joking, right?” You huff with a smile, staring at the photo of the two of you kissing. “If Felix was given a chance to kiss me, he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”

missed this goofball <3 love you always and forever, lixie (ps i love ur abs)

YALL R SO CUTE

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i want this SO BAD you dont understand

that should be me

SHE IS SO PRETTY

tbh felix same id fold too

HAHAHA CAPTION IS SO REAL

“Have you been doing that for every show?” You ask, Felix running his fingers through your hair. “Doing what?” His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back. “Showing your abs. Lifting your shirt up and shit.”

He chuckles, his smile so pure talking about such a suggestive topic. “Yeah, why?”

“You’re telling me if I went to your Korea concert, I would have seen your abs there too?”

“You can see my abs anytime, Y/N.”

“I can?”

“You’re my girlfriend, of course you can.”

“Well, I don’t see you enough to see them that often but–“ When you turn back, his shirt is lifted up, showing them off in the middle of a Sydney sidewalk at an ungodly hour in the morning. You yank his shirt back down, Felix laughing almost too loud. “How indecent of you.”

“If indecent is what it takes to make your face like that, I’ll be it all the time.”

“Shut up.”

“You know you like it.”

“Maybe I do, so what?” You turn your face away from him, feeling his fingers rest under your chin to face you towards him again. “So… show me that you like it.”

“Felix, I am not having sex with you in the middle of the sidewalk at one in the morning.”

“So you’d have sex with me if we weren’t on the sidewalk?”

“I don’t think I can even have sex with you. At all.”

“Who’s stopping us?”

“Your fans. Your company.”

“They don’t have to know.”

“‘lix–“

“I know, I know. I’m just joking. Maybe when this whole idol thing is over.”

“It’ll be a while, then.”

“Hope you’re still in love with me by the time I’m 30.”

“I’ll always be in love with you, ‘lix.”

“Really?” He stops in front of you. “Really.”

“You promise?” He holds out his pinkie finger. You hook your own with his. “Promise.”

And he kisses you. Again, and again, and again.

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i wanna be where you are; feel so close though you’re so far, you’re my girl. 🎧

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