lovelyannoyingcher

[lovelyannoyingcher]

hate me harder (k.sn)

fboy!hopeless whoremantic!sunwoo x f!reader

genre: lead-up-to smut :sob: (oneshot)

wc: 2.3k

tags: reader hates sunwoo, sunwoo's a hopeless pervert and needs to fuck you, choking if u squint, alcohol consumption (everything consensual), hickeys but they aren't mentioned, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected (stay safe), semi-public fucking, VERY filthy words from him, name-calling (baby, sweetheart then filth like slut) and he's rough.

a/n: have lost my mind officially. this is not proofread!

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the party is too loud, too crowded, too suffocating with heat and flashing lights. you shouldn't have come. but staying home wasn’t an option, not when your friends dragged you out, claiming you needed this.

what you didn’t need was him.

sunwoo.

he’s leaning against the bar, some girl laughing at whatever bullshit he’s feeding her. he’s got that lazy smirk, the one that makes your stomach twist, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

and then his eyes find yours. your pulse jumps before you can stop it his smirk deepens. fuck. you turn away. but you know it doesn’t matter. sunwoo never lets you ignore him.

you can feel him, even before he’s there. the heat of him at your back, the way the air shifts, how his presence wraps around you like a slow - burning fuse.

'wearing this just to piss me off, sweetheart?' his voice drags down your spine like a touch, warm and teasing.

you don’t turn. 'don't flatter yourself.'

he chuckles, and you hate that it makes your skin prickle. 'too late.'

what the fuck did that mean? a cold sweat pricks at the back of your neck. you fucking hate him.

his fingers brush your hip, so light you might imagine it. you stiffen, but don’t move. 'you’re acting like you don’t feel it, too,' he says, voice just this side of smug.

you do. and you hate that you do.

you turn around, and glare at his smug ass fucking face. looking fine as ever under the dim coloured lights of the party. fuck. you raise a hand, threatening to slap him.

he chuckles, low and dark. 'do it. bet that pretty little hand of yours would feel so good on my face.'

--

all night, he toys with you. lingering glances, teasing smirks, hands brushing too close, breath against your neck when he leans in just to piss you off. he murmurs filth in your ear just to see how long it takes for you to snap.

by the time he finally grabs you, you’re already burning.

one second, you’re throwing him a glare. the next, his fingers are curling around your wrist, and he’s pulling you through the crowd, past the pulsing music, past the drunken, grinding bodies.

no words. just him. just the heat in his eyes when he finds an empty hallway, shoves you onto the wall, and backs you against it.

'you’ve been pissing me off all night,' he mutters, voice rough.

'me?' you scoff, breath uneven.

sunwoo’s fingers slide up your jaw, tilting your face up so you have to look at him. his pupils are blown, his chest rising and falling like he’s been holding this in for too long.

'yeah. you. acting like you don’t want this.'

'i don’t,' you lie, but your body betrays you.

his lips quirk into that same infuriating smirk that makes your blood boil. 'then tell me to stop.'

you don’t.

so he kisses you.

it’s not soft. it’s not careful. it’s desperate—all frustration and heat, all the tension that’s been clawing at him since the moment he saw you. his hands grip your hips, pulling you into him, and you can feel him, hard against you, like he’s been aching for this just as much as you have.

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just to hear the groan he lets out. his hands slide down to your waist, his grip almost bruising. he pulls back, his lips covered in your saliva. 'fuck..' he growls. he frantically looks around the hallway and sees a door. ajar. his hands find your wrist and drag you to the room, slamming it shut and locking it behind the two of you.

he slams you against the wall next to the door, his face centimetres away, his nose almost touching yours. his eyes are hooded. he can't take it anymore.

he needs you. now.

'fuck,' he mutters, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he’s been starving for this. 'you have no fucking idea how bad i’ve wanted this.'

you hate how good he feels. how solid, how warm, how fucking there.

your nails drag down his arms, frustration burning through your veins. you can feel him—thick and hard through his jeans, pressing right against your core.

'you’re such a fucking-' he cuts you off with his mouth, swallowing whatever insult was about to spill out. it’s messy, heated, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from hours of bickering, teasing, denying.

his hands slip under your skirt, rough palms trailing up your thighs, fingertips dragging over the edge of your panties.

'fuck,' he groans against your lips. 'you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?'

'shut up.'

his smirk is pure sin. 'nah. you like my mouth too much for that.'

his fingers push aside the lace, dragging through your slick folds, teasing you slow, lazy, just to piss you off. you take a shaky breath as his fingers made contact with your bare heat, your nails digging into his shoulder.

'you can act like you hate me all you want,' he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. 'but this?' he circles your clit with his thumb, just enough pressure to make you gasp. 'this pretty little pussy tells me the truth.'

your head falls back against the wall, a curse slipping past your lips. his mouth is everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, nipping, licking, leaving heat in his wake.

'sunwoo,' you gasp, grabbing at his bicep, but he just smirks.

'shut up. you know you don’t want me to stop.'

you don’t. and you fucking hate him for it.

but not as much as you hate how good he makes you feel. his fingers slip inside, two stretching you open with an ease that makes you shudder. 'so fucking tight,' he groans. 'bet you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock, fuck.'

you bury your head in his shoulder, dragging your nails down his back just to hear him curse. 'you talk too much,' you pant, grinding down against his hand.

his grin is wicked, fingers curling inside you just right. "and you fucking love it."

he’s right. and you’re too far gone to deny it.

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his fingers work you open, slow and deliberate, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you pinned against the wall. 'look at you,' he murmurs, watching the way your body moves against his hand, how your hips chase his touch. 'needy little thing. guess all that attitude was just a front, huh?'

'fuck you,' you spit, but it comes out breathy, desperate.

sunwoo laughs, dark and low, his teeth grazing your throat. 'you wish, baby.'

he pulls his fingers out of you, and you barely have time to whine at the loss before he's dragging them up, pressing them past your lips.

'taste yourself.' god, he's so fucking dirty. and you'd be lying to say if you didn't love it. the demand is filthy, and fuck, you should refuse, but you don’t. you let him push his fingers onto your tongue, let the taste of yourself mix with the heat of his skin.

his jaw clenches. 'god, you’re so fucking hot.'

before you can throw some smart remark back, he’s moving - grabbing your wrist, spinning you around, pressing your front against the wall. his body is flush against your back, his hands greedy as they drag down your sides, gripping your ass, pulling you back against his cock. you whimper softly as he presses into you, barely having enough time to steady yourself against the wall.

'you feel that?' he grinds against you, slow and teasing. 'that’s what you do to me. fuck, i’ve been hard all fucking night, watching you, knowing you’d end up here, whining for me.'

then you hear it—the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rasp of his zipper. your pulse hammers.

'say it,' he murmurs, voice like gravel. 'tell me how bad you want it.'

you hate him. you hate how smug he sounds, how cocky, how he already knows.

and you hate needing him more.

'fuck,' you whisper, pressing back against him. 'just do it.'

sunwoo groans softly, dragging his cock through your slick folds, teasing, just barely pushing in. 'say it.'

you don't want to fucking say it. but you do.

'please..'

and that's all he needed to hear.'

he pushes into you in one slow, deep stroke, stretching you open, making you gasp as your hands scramble for purchase against the wall.

'shit,' he curses, voice wrecked. 'so fucking tight. you feel that? feel how good you take me?'

you can’t speak, you can barely breathe. he fills you completely, his cock thick and heavy inside you, stealing every thought from your head.

'fuck, baby,' he groans, dragging his lips up the back of your neck. 'you hate me, huh? hate me so much you’re dripping all over my cock?'

you whimper, nails scraping the wall. he pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, setting a brutal pace, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs.

'listen to you,' he grits out, snapping his hips harder. 'moaning like a slut for the guy you fucking hate.'

your body betrays you, pushing back to meet him, desperate for more. his fingers snake around your throat, pulling you back against him, forcing you to arch.

'feels good, doesn’t it?' he whispers against your ear. 'letting me fuck you like this. finally giving in.'

your moans are strangled, broken. he’s too deep, too good, ruining you from the inside out.

'you’re mine for now, baby,' he growls, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing tight circles over your clit. 'fuck who you thought you were before this. right now, you’re just a messy little thing who needs my cock.'

you don’t argue. you can’t. not when the knot in your stomach is building, threatening to snap. not when every thrust sends you higher.

sunwoo feels it—the way your body tightens around him, how your legs tremble, how your breath catches like you’re right on the fucking edge. his grip tightens around your throat, his other hand working your clit mercilessly. 'that’s it,' he rasps, his lips brushing your ear, his cock pounding into you harder, deeper.

'fuck, you’re about to cum, aren’t you? gonna fall apart on my cock like a good little slut?'

you whimper, your knees almost giving out, but sunwoo holds you up, forces you to take every brutal, punishing thrust. 'say it.'

'fuck, yes, i-'

you don’t even finish before it slams into you. heat floods your body, white-hot pleasure bursting through you like a live wire. your walls clamp down around him, squeezing him so tight you hear his sharp intake of breath, his grip going almost bruising on your hips.

'shit,' he curses, his rhythm faltering as your body spasms around him. 'fuck, that’s it- god, you’re so fucking tight when you cum.'

he doesn’t slow down. doesn’t let you breathe. he drives into you, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging it out until you're nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess against the wall.

'look at you,' he groans, voice thick with something dark and possessive. 'still taking me so well, still so fucking desperate.'

your head drops, your body completely pliant in his hands. you feel his breath against your skin, harsh and uneven, his pace turning erratic. he's close.

his hand slides down your belly, presses against the bulge where he’s buried so fucking deep inside you. 'you can feel it in your tummy, can't you, baby?'

his hips slam forward, grinding into you, making you feel every inch of him. your overstimulated body twitches, still too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop.

'you want me to fill you up, don’t you?' he groans, his hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite down on your throat. 'want me to fucking ruin you, make sure you’re dripping with me when you walk out of this room?'

you can’t speak. you can only whimper, nod, barely able to keep standing as he pounds into you like he’s trying to break you.

'f-fuck.' he grunts. his hands tighten on you - one gripping your hip, the other pressing against your stomach as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

then he breaks.

his groan is wrecked, guttural, as he spills inside you, his body shuddering, his lips parted against your neck. you feel it. hot, thick, filling you up, his cock twitching deep inside as he rides out his high.

the room is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick and tangled.

for a moment, neither of you move.

then sunwoo chuckles, breathless, pressing a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder. 'fuck,' he murmurs, voice rough, spent. 'you still hate me, baby?'

you’re too fucked-out to even respond.

he grins against your neck. 'don’t worry, baby. we can work on that.'

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© deobussy (idk what to write here)

[lovelyannoyingcher]

This was cute as fuck 🥺 😍

✎ᝰDEAR DIARY .ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: mention of reader wearing heels and having period cramps lua's note: part two here

“you melt me down”

Jaehyun has been your best friend since kindergarten, and your friendship has always been strong.

You never saw Jaehyun as more than a friend, you didn’t even consider him a man. To you he was just… Jaehyun. You kept thinking like that until his older brother’s wedding ceremony and party.

All those boring and annoying jokes about how you two would be such a cute couple made by his family members made something change a little bit in your mind. Followed by how good he looked, how he stole one of the countless pairs of slippers that the guests were supposed to take home way earlier just because your feet were hurting from the heels and how it was a romantic night, you couldn’t help but start to see Jaehyun as something more, as an actual guy. An actual guy that wasn’t that bad, in fact he wasn’t bad at all.

Since that day, you started to look at Jaehyun with other eyes. Your heart would beat faster with any of his caring or gentle attitude towards you that you would usually not even care or think too much about.

No one knew about your new feelings towards Jaehyun. No one but your diary.

Ever since his brother’s wedding, you’d been writing about Jaehyun every night. If it was a person, it would roll its eyes as soon as you wrote down the letter J.

“Y/N, I thought you were already ready! The movie starts at 5PM!” Jaehyun barged into your bedroom – definitely not an unusual action – and looked at you as if you committed a crime. “What are you still doing in your pajamas? Go get dressed!”

You groaned and got up from your bed, leaving the book you were reading open on your bed. “Fine! I’ll go get dressed,” you walked towards your closet, took a pair of jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket, and showed them to him, waiting for his approval. Jaehyun gave you thumbs up and you walked out of the bedroom, heading to the bathroom to change your clothes and fix your hair.

Jaehyun stayed in your room, waiting for you. He took the open book in his hands and took a look at the cover and read the page you were reading before. “Another romance story,” Jaehyun sighed and shook his head. “Poor Y/N, will become a hopeless romantic person. Why are they making it more difficult for me?”

Jaehyun started to look around for a bookmark, but as he was searching for one, he found another book open resting on your study table. However, it wasn’t any book, the word’s font looked a bit strange to Jaehyun, until he noticed that it was your diary.

He wasn’t going to read it, he didn’t even want to touch it, but he read a name and the word “love” written with a red glittery pen and a few hearts around the name and that caught his attention. It was his name.

Did I see it right?

He leaned forward and read it again, feeling bad and guilty for doing that, but the curiosity was stronger than any bad feeling. It really was his name.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Jaehyun said, but there was a hint of a smile forming in his lips.

He knew it wasn’t right to read your diary, the object that you put your heart and soul in it. An object that's only yours.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled before starting to read your last entry.

January, 27th.

Dear diary,

I almost screw everything up.

I had pretty bad period cramps during class and even silently cried. No one but Jaehyun noticed, fortunately, the last thing I would want was getting all my classmates’ and teacher’s attention.

Jaehyun gave me his sweater so I could get warmer and lessen the pain. Didn’t help, but it was the best thing he could’ve done at the moment.

What seemed to lessen the pain (I know it’s not physically possible, give me a break, okay?!) was the sight of him secretly texting his brother’s wife asking her what he could do to help me out with the period cramps.

During lunch break he disappeared for minutes, and then came back with some of my favorite snacks, a heating pad and painkillers. I was impressed. I got even more impressed by the way he was treating me. He never treated me poorly, but I never saw him so worried.

I kept asking him where did all of that come from and he said he asked help from his brother’s wife, she gave him some tips and he asked her to bring those things to me. That’s when I almost screwed up.

I almost told Jaehyun that I love him! I started saying “I…” then I stopped, stared at him and said that I think he’s the best.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to throw it up. That was too much for me.

I wish he was my boyfriend. I’ve always heard my friends telling some awful things her boyfriends said or did to them, but if Jaehyun was my boyfriend I know that I wouldn’t have any problems with that.

People always talk about how love and relationships are so difficult, but loving him isn’t hard at all. It’s quite the opposite, it’s easier than breathing, it’s safer than a bunker.

I guess I’m lucky to be in love with my best friend and not with some random guy who I know almost nothing about. I know basically every Jaehyun’s secrets, I know everything he likes and dislikes, I even know how he’s going to react about something that didn’t even happen. That’s how much I know about Jaehyun, and I know he knows about me that much as well.

I hope one day I have the courage to tell him about my feelings without the fear of ruining our friendship. It sucks to not know what he feels towards me, but I wish he has at least a little crush on me.

Tomorrow we will watch a movie and go to a pizzeria after his band practice. I hope everything goes smoothly and we have a great time. I also hope he wears that grey hoodie, he looks good on it.

Wish me luck, Diary.

Jaehyun didn’t know if he should gasp, smile, jump around your room or shout from happiness, but at the end all he did was sit back on your bed and pretend to be reading the earlier book because he heard your footsteps approaching the bedroom.

“I’m ready, and what are you doing with my book?”

Jaehyun clicked his tongue, folded the corner of the page and closed the book before standing up and looking at you, trying his best to not smile at your cute face and at the thought of you liking him in secret. “These books will be the death of you. Did you know there are many other book genres to read?”

“Shut up, I like romance.”

He placed his arm around your shoulder and started to walk with you towards the front door of your house, the closeness between you two made your eyes widen and you swallow hard. “One day, someone will love you and treat you better than any of those little characters love and treat the protagonist. Maybe sooner than you expect.”

“What?! What are you talking about?”

“Shhh. Let’s go, the movie waits for us.”

[lovelyannoyingcher]

Perfect Little Boyfriend II J.C

pairing: idol!changmin x female!reader

MDNI!

summary: all your parents could hear about Changmin, is that how amazing and perfect he is. So it was time to finally introduce him to your family.

author's note: oh.my.god. big thanks to @myraet for proofreading this and giving me feedback on this oneshot. i have a big massive tbz brainrot rn, so I hope the tbz community finds this!

warnings: softdom!changmin, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, toy play

divider: @cafekitsune

enjoy!♡

Changmin keeps his hands steadily on the dresser in front of your bodies, his chest pressed up against your back as he keeps panting into your ear. You feel like your whole body is on fire, the control you once had over you long gone as you feel the curve of his cock molding into you, the pressure of his member making you moan out uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you from the back. 

“Give me your hands.” He breathes, his nose nudging your red cheek as his hip is moving against you without stopping. You try to wrap your head around the things surrounding you, understanding what he wants in a single glance. At his command, you put both of your delicate hands towards him with a whine, until he takes them and presses against your lower back with one of his hands.

“Think you can keep quiet, baby? Or you want your parents to hear their perfect daughter getting fucked like a dumb whore in her childhood room?” His words are harsh,but his tone is not unkind. You shake your head once, squeezing your eyes as you slowly feel your consciousness slip away from you. “N..no..I was just–” you tried to reply softly, your voice not above the sounds of your bodies meeting. 

Your boyfriend chuckles, his hand keeping your wrists together tightly as his eyes rank down from your face to your lips, seeing it tremble with anticipation. “Just what? You wanted this baby, you couldn’t act in front of your family and had to think with your pussy, hm?” He asked, his voice low and steady as he slows down his movements, his hand still keeping you in place even when you whine again. 

“W..what are you d..doing?” with a trembling voice you try to glance back at your boyfriend, only just to see him fully pull out of you, feeling the emptiness filling you up immediately earning a groan from you. Changmin wasn’t the type to deny an orgasm from you, if anything he would always make sure that you felt good. Wherever you two were, he always made you cum before he would let his own climax reach,he always thought that is what you wanted. It was comfortable this way. But there were times when he felt…more risky. 

So when you see him reach for something on the dresser, something very familiar you swallowed hard,your fingers slightly trembling in his hand. “Minnie, please..” you murmur, a thrill of nervous anticipation coursed through you,your body already responding to his touch as he drags his finger on your exposed asscheek. His touch makes your whole body shiver in nervousness, your body unconsciously moving away from the cold toy and his fingers.

“Don’t you run away from it now,doll.Take it,and make me proud.” he practically whispers the last part into the air, your heart beating against your ribcage like it wants to break out. 

The path his finger is tracing is dangerously close to your backside,his smirk only growing when you push yourself more against his touch, a silent agreement hung in the air. “You said it hurt somewhere, right?” he asked softly, his voice making you subject your body under his spell as you revive the moment from a minute ago before you two find yourselves in your old room.

All your parents could hear from you is how precious and kind your boyfriend, Changmin, is. It was true though, he was the nicest and sweetest person you know. Always one step ahead of you, whatever you needed or just thought about he placed it right in front of your feet in a second. With a small smile, he would kiss your temple and wish you a nice day before leaving for work. Your parents knew exactly that Changmin was an idol, so they would often watch him on TV, saying that their son-in-law is a famous singer. It was always a pleasure and flattery for Changmin whenever your parents would be all lovey dovey over him, his dimples flashing in an instant for them in adoration. 

In your relationship, it was time for you two to finally meet up with the parents. Changmin finally had a free day, so he insisted on going to the family reunion on the weekend so he can get to know your family better. You introduced him to your parents finally, to your extended family and whatnot. You didn’t really care. All your focus was on Changmin the minute you saw him wearing an all black suit, his hair pushed back so his sculpted features decorated his appearance.

 It was over for you, to say at least.

Of course, you saw him in variants of clothes before, but for some reason seeing him dressed up like this at a family event just for you, made your stomach flip and erupt in butterflies. It was so hot for no particular reason, your whole body setting up on fire the more you stayed next to him. But you tried to keep yourself together, trying not to show how much he affected you. 

It was all good, until he noticed your change of behaviour. 

His sharp eyes noticed the way you would take a breath, chest rising and falling slowly with lust and temptation, your chest flushed with red color as well as your cheeks as you would rank your eyes everywhere but on his. Your fingers fidgeting with each other in your lap, thighs pressed together in a way only he knows.So he wasn’t surprised when it was all coming together for you. So when you dared to place one of your hands on his upper thigh, leaning in closer to him to whisper, “Minnie, I need you.” he tries to suppress his smirk. 

His pants immediately tighten at your doe eyes, staring up at him, unable to deny your wishes. When he doesn’t say anything, you continue so only he hears. “It really hurts, Changmin.” 

And then it all collapses.

In no time, he had you in front of a dresser with a mirror, pressed up against it as he flipped your skirt upwards so he could get access to your dripping core. It felt so good finally feeling his slender fingers entering your warm walls, making you arch your back against his chest at the delicious euphoria. Your head up in the clouds, Changmin’s eyes focusing on your whole swallowing his digits like it had a vice grip on them. The whole ecstasy was cut off with a quick and sudden knock on your door, making you snap your head up at your mother’s voice asking you a simple question. 

But did that bother Changmin? No, if anything, it made him continue so he can win an answer out of you. Something, to make you feel just a bit embarrassed 

“Tell me, where did it hurt the most? Here?” He whispers, his lips close to your ear, his voice adding another pleasure waving through your body as you think further into this scenario. Your mother is on the other side of the door, waiting for you to answer her question as you feel Changmin slowly dragging the vibrator between your wet, puffy folds, making your arch against his chest. With a simple moan of yes, you throw your head on his shoulder, his lips finding your exposed neck immediately like he has been waiting for you to do that. His soft lips melts on your sensitive skin, your stomach jumping into a knot when you feel him suck and nip at the area. His teeth grazing against it to fracture more desire, throwing you into a deep pit so his words lead you just where he wants you to be. 

“Where else? Show me.” His words hit you like a train, snapping you back to reality in a second at his siren voice, your hands immediately grabbing his. You take it to your clit without a doubt, the feeling of the tip of his finger grazing the puffy bundle of nerves nearly makes you scream into the thick air of your room. The teasing tone in his voice pairing with the way he carefully touches you sends a new shock wave where you need him the most. 

“Please, touch me there Changmin.” you sob, your mascara pooling at the base of your neck at this point as you try to suffer through his acts. 

Your boyfriend chuckles lowly, his lips attached on your earlobe now as he softly bites the flesh. His hand with the silver vibrator presses it closer to your dripping hole, the buzzing sensation making your thighs tremble more when his other hand finally lands on your clit. Rhythmically, he presses the toy to your core at the same speed as he circles your clit with anticipation. “Answer your mother, Y/N.” He whispers lowly when you let out a moan, the sound of the toy not even suppressing the noises you let out. “Do it.” 

Helplessly, you take a breath and try to put together a comprehend sentence. “Y..yes, mom?” 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Changmin the way your voice trembles, this little act making his cock unbearably stand against your ass as he moves the toy in and out of you. The squelching noises fill the room along with his panting and your pleas. “Does your mom know how much of a whore you sound when you’re with me?” Changmin grunts, his hand speeding up. At his question, your mother ironically answers with a simple sentence; your cousins are going to sleep in the room beside yours, warning the two of you to keep quiet.

“How you beg for my cock every night?” he gently pushes the toy against your walls, making you cry out loud and falling forward on the dresser. He quickly attaches the palm of his hand on your mouth, your eyes rolling back when you feel him using the toy in a different angle. 

“I wonder what would she say if she sees you like this.” The knot inside your stomach is building up the more and more he talks, the never ending buzzing feeling of the toy making you feel dizzy. “Dripping for me so nicely. That’s right baby, grind on it like it’s my cock.” 

You moan against his palm, your whole body shaking in his hold as he continues his torture on you. When you finally feel yourself reaching your climax, you feel like everything goes white as you slump against the dresser, catching Changmin’s gaze at the last minute in the reflection of the mirror. You give yourself away to the feeling, your orgasm coming at you like a splash of cold water, ripping through your veins as uncontrollably moans into his palm. 

Changmin lets your arousal drip from your hole when he pulls out the toy, his other hand caressing your back when he slowly leaned forward next to your ear, his other hand holding the machine in front of your mouth. Before you could even come down from your high, he nudges your puffy lips with it. “Lick it clean.” he murmurs against your ear again, his voice calm and deep as he keeps eye contact in the mirror. You don’t think twice, you attach your lips around the toy, your tongue swirling around it like it was his cock you’ve been waiting for all night. “Atta girl, being so good for me.” 

“Channie,please..” with a pop you pull away from the toy, looking at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, your makeup completely ruined by his ruthless words. “I need you.” 

“You just had me, baby. Wasn’t this enough?” 

You can’t help but whine, your cockdrunk side already coming out. “Not like this..”

“Then how, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.” his words caressing the side of your face, his eyes never leaving yours. You meekly close your eyes for a second, then take a breath. 

“Your cock, Changmin. I want you to fuck me.” 

His eyes practically followed the way your lips said those exact words, his head spinning from how much lust you laced it with. His hardness poking immediately at your ass when you push your backside back onto him, your hips wiggling to punctuate your words. “Please, Minnie..” 

How could he say no to you? Just as you can’t say no to him. 

So he takes a breath and pushes your body more forward into the dresser, one of his veiny hands holding your hips tightly in place, his other grabbing your shoulder to make you arch your back more into his way. It was undeniable that Changmin had so much power over you, somehow always making you feel so small beside him. His voice alone made you do unspeakable things without saying twice, and it has always been like that in your relationship. 

Not like you mind. 

With a deep groan he slides his already wet cock between your arousal coated folds, exhaling lowly at the feeling of sliding so easily between your bodies. The way your cum coats his curved cock, his red tip poking dangerously at your entrance for relief makes you sigh dreamily, wishing to feel him filling you up already once again. 

Without another minute passing he pushes in slowly, your warm walls hugging him immediately, fitting him like a glove when he slides all the way in. Changmin notices your arousal dripping from the sides, sliding all the way down on your thigh until it reaches your knee stockings you wore for today's event. It makes him smirk even more, how much of a mess you just made because of a simple toy.

“You’re getting cockdrunk already?” He asks when he sees your eyes coated with another thick layer of tears, not even able to hold eye contact with him anymore. “Look away again and I’ll stop.” He groaned,almost hearing his control slipping away from him. 

At his tone you’re trying to overcome the feeling of your climax building up again, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably, your cries getting louder and louder even when you know you should keep quiet. The thrill of others hearing how good he’s treating you overflows you. When you pick your head up and look deeply into his eyes, you feel like you’re getting eaten alive. It sends a shiver down your back when you see him straighten himself up, his dress shirt messed up from the way you were trying to grab onto something, a few pieces of hair covering his eyes and rolls of sweat decorating his vein-covered neck. 

You feel him thrusting into you now, with long and slow thrusts,making sure you feel every inch of him. “Mnngh…Minnie, you stretch me out so much..” With a whimper you push yourself back onto him, making him let out a breathy moan. 

“F..fuck, baby, stop pushing me out.” He moans eventually, looking down between your bodies with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not done with you until you’re squirting all over my cock.” 

You let out a cry as you feel him thrusting into you deeply, his tip hitting your cervix with tensile strength, his body grinding into you with force as one of his hands slides around your flushed neck from the back. “There’s a good girl..taking all this cock like a champ, aren’t you?” 

“Changmin..” You gasp out helplessly, your body no longer under your control. His hand sitting prettily around your neck makes you moan again, his fingers slightly cutting off your airway.

“Taking it all for me…I’m so proud of you.” 

Changmin’s eye gleamed with something primal as he pulled back slightly, his snap of his hips getting quicker and deeper. “Show me how you can come for me again.” He didn’t ask for it. He wants you to come for him again, to show him how much power he has over you. So with his other hand, he takes the vibrator again and pushes it to the max, slowly taking it towards your already wet clit. When you realize what he’s about to do, you can’t help but look away in a squirm and take what he’s giving you. 

The sound of the vibrator’s low hum filled the room along with the snapping noises of your bodies, your constant whimpers and his low grunts as he teased you where you needed him the most. You could feel your orgasm building. the heat pooling deep within you, your breaths ragged as he continued his cruel pace. 

With a desperate whimper, you came for the second time, feeling the thick and heavy juice of yours coating his thick cock as he moaned at the feeling, throwing his head back when he felt your cum dripping around his member. “Yeah baby,is this all for me?” 

With a weak nod, you answer. “Just for you, Channie~~” You whimper out one last time, your body only held up by his hands folded around you. 

A satisfied smile spread over his lips as he grabbed you and turned you around by your neck, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it around his waist to enter you once again. It takes only one glance to see a visible bulge forming at the pit of your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the sensation of how deep he is. 

“Feel this? You’re mine.” He whispered, his voice firm but intimate,as if sharing a secret with you. His hand threw the vibrator somewhere behind him, finding your cheek as he directed your gaze on his again. 

“Say it.” He demanded, pushing one of his fingers onto your push lips to force your mouth to slide open. 

“I’m yours. I’m yours Changmin.” You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as he picked up his pace again, now your body molding into one with the dresser. 

He smirks again and leans down, kissing your lips for the first time since you two came here. His teeth immediately graze over your bottom lip, his tongue earning access from the moan you let out at his brutal pace. You felt it coming – the way he leans more into you, into the kiss, his hips stammering over his own thrusts. Just as he knew your body like the back of his palm, you knew his. Changmin grunts into the kiss, his breathing ragged just like yours – his other hand pushing your hips down to meet with his. 

With a final thrust, spurts of come coated the insides of yours, his moans filling the room along with yours as you come for the third time tonight. Your body writhe under his as he tries to keep you close to his body, your mixed arousals dripping everywhere between you. Changmin takes a finger and gathers some on it, holding it up for you once again to lick it. His eyes follow the way you lick his finger with anticipation, kissing you deeply after calming himself down. 

[lovelyannoyingcher]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 badboy!jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: "you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?" + "maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up" + face slapping

contains: bad boy x good girl trope, sub!reader, bookseller!reader, mean!dom!jooyeon, corruption kink, exhibitionism kink, (unprotected) semi public sex, edging, begging, pussy slapping, face slapping (f!rec), pet names, degradation kink, name calling (slut), dumbification

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Lee Jooyeon is not a reader.

Truthfully, you doubt he's ever held a book open for longer than two minutes in his life. He’s the type of person who prefers entirely different sensations - to be outside, lost in thick crowds, banging rock music, alcohol and smoke, places where things happen all at once and they happen loud.

Exactly the opposite of you.

Yet, he keeps coming back... and your body lets him.

“You work too much.” He mutters, leaning against the counter; the lack of enthusiasm in his euphonic voice is evident.

“You laze around too much,” you say back, not interrupting the process of stocking the shelve with YA contemporary novels. You place the last remaining book when a clicking sound forces you to look behind your shoulder, your eyes bulging once you notice the lighter in his hand - and the flame flickering. “Seriously?! Put that away!”

Jooyeon sighs dramatically, but shoves the lighter back into his pocket.

He doesn't fit here at all; with his smug smile and black leather jacket soaked in cigarette smoke.

It’s very clear what he’s here for, and you’re trying hard to resist it - unless you want to grow an addiction to him.

“Look, customers will start coming in soon, and I won’t have time to talk anyway,” you murmur, walking back to the counter. “Maybe you should come by another day.”

Jooyeon turns around once you’re at your spot; his expression sharpens even more as though he's struggling to grasp what you're saying. With a swift motion, his dominant hand grabs the badge with your name, pulling you closer.

“Is that what you think I'm here for?” The erotic lower tone sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. “To chat?”

You can only swallow as the sudden lack of distance causes your brain to slow down. Then, his ravishingly carved face too, and his alluring eyes, warning you of the trouble you’re going into…

He drops the badge, leaving it to dangle loosely around your neck again. A dry sound of mockery escapes him as he watches you stand frozen in the same place.

That’s exactly what he expected.

“What… you don’t want me here?” His brows relax when he meets your eyes, shiny with desire and intent; he notices the truth lingering inside them no matter how much you try to hide it. His fingers brush your cheek, trailing down to trace your slightly parted lips with his thumb. “Then why does your body say otherwise?”

He leans in, close enough for your breaths to blend into one.

“Tell me you want me to leave and I will.”

No words come; not straight away.

“I don't want you to leave.”

Jooyeon smirks satisfied, then tilts your head towards him some more.

“Why don’t you give me a tour of the stockroom again then?” He pauses before his voice softens with a hint of secrecy. “That spot where the camera can’t see you being naughty.”

“Please, please, please!”

“My name?” Jooyeon grabs your face roughly to tilt your chin up.

“Jooyeon,” you utter, gazing into his eyes; they earn a glint of lust once your weakened voice call out his name. “Jooyeon, please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He smirks amused, looking down at your naked lower body - where his cock smacks your pussy again and again, teasing it and forcing it to clench helplessly around air.

“Fuck me, please!”

The truth is, he’s not entirely sure why he’s doing this or how he succeeded at not burying himself deep into you the second he got you down here. But there’s something about hearing you beg for his cock… after you tried to push him away earlier and failed…

The noise of skin against skin echoes dangerously throughout the stockroom as his soaked tip lands on your clit repeatedly.

“One more.”

The corners of his lips twitch pleasantly as you glance down at his palm levelled at your mouth. You salivate, then spit out, watching him wet his cock even more.

The lewd sounds, the view of his erection, big and hard, pointing at your leaking entrance, but not close enough to enter… It’s driving you crazy as you wait spread open on the table.

Jooyeon leans down, crashing his lips into yours.

As every other time, the thrill has you feeling like you’re about to meltdown until your body jolts from a sudden sensation - he shoved an inch through your needy walls, groaning at the way they immediately grip onto him.

“Why did you tell me to leave if you want my cock so bad, darling?” His hot breath brushes your trembling lips as he keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

“I— I don’t know,” you mumble, desperately needing him to push further, but not having the courage to say it.

But it doesn’t matter, because he pulls out.

“One minute you’re all diligent and smart, and the next you go dumb.” Jooyeon snickers at your defeated expression as you bite your lip to keep quiet. “Not very convenient for a bookseller.”

Here even the smallest noise sounds ten times louder, including his tittering, and the way your cunt welcomes him back when he slips it in - all of it this time.

“Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up,” he grunts, overpowering your moans. “How about that, baby doll?”

“… p-please—“ Your eyes roll back at the next deep, sharp hit.

“What?” Jooyeon laughs at your muddled speech. “Are you begging me to fuck your mouth or to stay inside your small cunt? Speak, slut.”

“Stay,” your pleading eyes flicker up at him before his slap tilts your head to the side. “Stay inside me, please!”

“There you go, the naughty slut can speak!” He coos with artificial sweetness; with the most enticing mocking smile you've ever seen.

His hand, large and heavy, taps the warm area of your cheek, but you're unsure if it's to command you to look at him or to praise you for responding properly.

“I know you're a smart bookworm, sweetheart.” He smirks, trailing your jawline with his lips. “You just go a little dumb from my cock, but that’s okay… I like it.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[lovelyannoyingcher]

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pairings: campusbf!jaehyun, personal trainer!sungho, dance partner!riwoo, idol!Taesan, idol!leehan x fem!reader contains: established relationship(except Riwoo), dom!bonedo, public sex, oral (f receiving), masturbating, fingering, chocking, hairpulling, petnames, toxic! reader, unprotected sex, voyeurism, a/n: english is not my first language and i'm a bit dyslexic so if there are any grammar mistakes I apologize. :b can you guys give feedback? I'm trying to improve my writing TT^TT please send request or ideas on ask me... what do we think about stalker Taesan? >-<

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Jaehyun:

Contains: masturbation (f receiving), darling, teasing (wc: 430)

Jaehyun and you were sitting at the back of the class. You were taking notes and paying attention, but you could tell your boyfriend was a bit bored as he doodled on his notebook. ''are you that bored?'' you asked whispering looking at him and he nodded as he pouted causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head in disapproval.

After some minutes you felt Jaehyun caress your thigh, not that you really cared, he was always extremely touchy. The only problem was that he was caressing your inner thighs and you were wearing a skirt. Jaehyun knows how sensitive your inner thighs are, but maybe he was just caressing mindlessly so you tried not to pay attention to him. Until you felt his hand slowly creep further up. ''Jaehyun'' you whispered now looking at him and he looked at you with a smirk, leaning close to you as he kissed your cheek to then whisper in your ear.

''just be quiet and pay attention to class, darling'' he said to then sit comfortably, his hands now getting dangerously close to your clothed pussy which was already warm and wet thanks to his caressings. You could see him smile from the corner of your eye which made you blush but you just tried your best to play it off. he parted your lips to then start caressing your clit from the top of the fabric making you hold your breath in for a second. ''Jaehyun'' you whispered unsure.

''shut up'' he whispered demanding now pulling your panties to the side, his fingers slid through your pussy getting wet by your juices. You were at the back of the class, and the tables covered your legs completely, there was no one next to you but there was people sitting in front, as also the teacher who was facing you making you unsure of your acting skills and forcing you to look at your notebook as you held your breath from time to time while Jaehyun pinched, caressed and played with your clit.

As you felt your orgasm closer you started closing your legs but Jaehyun put his leg on top of yours pulling it closer to him keeping them open. You hid your face against the table now almost crying from the pleasure and arousal ''j-jaehyun... i'm-'' before you could even finish you heard your boyfried shushing you softly, he knew you well enough to know when you were close. It didn't take more than 10 seconds for you to end up coming just from him teasing and playing with your clit. He kept on going softly letting you ride the waves of the orgasm to then just grab the wet tissues from your backpack cleans his hands and kiss the top of your head cause your face was still buried in your arms embarrassed.

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Sungho:

Contains: toxic gf!reader, possessive!reader, cursing, grinding, hair pulling, marking. (wc:648)

You truly didn't feel like going to the gym that day, feeling a bit lazier than usual as also tired, but seeing your boyfriend in a tight compress shirt and some sweatpants was more than enough to get your ass up and ready to go with him, after all you couldn't let other girls think they even had a chance with him. You warmed up next to him, helping each other. Today was leg day which you absolutely despised doing legs was horrible keeping in mind that your work building had stairs, but he couldn't care less about it. Work outs went as usual, with a shower of praises coming out of Sungho's mouth as he stayed close spotting you and motivating you.

You then left for some minutes to go get some water for the both of you, but that was enough for some bitch to get close to your boyfriend and try to hit on him. You could see him politely decline and look for you so you walked to him and gave the girl a mean look ''you know he's taken so how much of a whore do you need to be to hit on someone else's boyfriend?'' you said annoyed making the girl look at you surprised as your boyfriend just tried to hold back a laugh ''okay'' you heard him say before feeling him just carry you on his shoulders and walk away.

You agreed to meet up at the sauna and there you were, waiting for him, he came in not long after and he greeted you with a kiss ''baby, you need to learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself sometimes'' he said softly as he caressed your arm ''no. She deserved it, she saw you with me before she came to hit on you... that-'' you looked at him who was just smiling fondly at you finiding you amusing ''whatever, i'm making you a shirt that has my face and says 'I have a girlfriend' in it'' you crossed your arms and heard him chuckle as he now started kissing your shoulders and neck ''how about you just mark me up instead?''

You heard him whisper making your cheeks flush surprised by the sudden switch up, as you felt his hand on your legs caressing you until it got to your waist now squeezing it. He started kissing you and you corresponded now as he got you closer to him until he got you on top straddling him feeling directly your bare wet pussy against his now erect member making him gasp softly in your mouth. you strarted grinding on him not really caring about anything, after all saunas were barely used at this hour and there wasn't that much people at the gym at that hour of the day.

His hands were on your waist and ass helping you grind against him as you started kissing his neck, biting and nibbling on the skin leaving some marks just like he asked you to, while he moaned and whimpered in your ear softly. he then just grabbed his dick positioning himself at your entrance and went in harshly making you gasp and him let out a small growl ''fuck baby'' he moaned as you started moving on his dick now while he kissed you shoulders and chest leaving some marks on you too.

You both were conscious this was really dangerous so he just grabbed your hair pulling you close to him to start kissing you and try to die out some of your moans as his other hand wrapped around you keeping you in place as he pounded onto you keeping a fast harsh pace, it didn't take you long to feel the knot in your stomach built up thanks to the arousal and you knew he was close to. ''s-sungho...'' you said in between kisses to then pull away and hide on the crook of his neck as you both came and rode out your orgasm.

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Riwoo:

Contains: toxic! riwoo, dom! riwoo, dry grinding, cursing, 'pretty', unprotected sex. (wc: 694)

Riwoo was your dance partner, you've known him for quite some time and everything was really good among you two, except for the fact that lately you felt like there maybe was some type of tension among the two of you but you couldn't describe quite well what it was. Today some new people joined the class and there was this cute guy that was a bit lost, so like a good senior you were you helped him without much thought. He was kind and flirty, and you most definitely could feel Riwoo's killer gaze everytime you chuckled too hard at this guy's jokes but you tried not to overthink it. He asked you for your number but you said it was too personal, so you just followed each other on instagram, as everyone left you were now picking up the dance studio with Riwoo. ''was he that funny?'' you heard him ask.

''not really'' you said giggling but he didn't seem in the mood so you just straightened your face and cleared your throat ''are you okay?'' you asked him now and he got closer to you ''I don't know, would you be okay if you saw me joke around some girl making her laugh all the time'' you thought about it for some seconds, and yeah it definitely bothered you, but you weren't even dating anyways. ''I.. don't know'' you said unsure looking up at him who had his tongue against the inside of his cheek going down.

Before you could get something else out of your mouth you felt him kiss you, you blushed completely unsure on what to do on how to react, but as you felt his hands on your waist bringing you impossibly closer you just followed the kiss putting your hands on his shoulders. he walked back and you let out a soft gasp when you felt your back hit the wall, he then just lifted you up to then bring you to the dance studio's sofa, laying on top of you just kissing you but you got a bit impatient and put your hands under his shirt feeling his bare chest and abs earning a soft moan from him, he started now grinding himself against you, somehow perfectly rubbing your clit now making you both moan in each others mouth.

''fuck'' he said as her now felt your hands on the hem of his pants, you didn't know why, but you just needed him desperately in that moment so you pulled his pants down making him smile against your lips ''hm, you're a bit impatient, pretty'' he whispered as he pulled away from you pulling down his pants and yours ''you're lucky i've been waiting for this moment or else I would've made you wait longer'' he said before he started rubbing his tip against your wet cunt before lining himself up and going in. you heard a sigh from him as he started kissing your neck, straightening up and grabbing your waist as he started picking up a fast pace.

With his free hand he lifted your shirt up caressing your side and kneading your chest, you could see how much the view was affecting him and it was most definitely affecting you too. he leaned down lifting your bra to then start kissing and softly nibbling your nipples as you caressed and pulled him closer feeling the knot form in your stomach ''riwoo... I'm- i'm close'' you moaned now as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and he started going deeper and harder, he started kissing you trying to stop you from moaning but it was almost impossible for you both, you just bit his shoulder now leaving some marks ''cum for me, pretty'' he said and that's when you let go completely now feeling your insides clench around his legs before he pulled out and masturbated himself now cumming all over your stomach and chest as you tried to get your breath back to normal.

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Taesan:

contains: idol! taesan, hard dom! Taesan, chocking, hair pulling, degradation, praising, dirty talking, unprotected sex, (wc: 718)

You weren't one to visit your boyfriend at schedules, respecting his space, but this time he personally asked you to come, so of course you did. You greeted the staff and then the guys as you arrived there, Taesan greeted you with a smile and excused himself from the guys and staff to then grab your hand and walk away ''where are we going? are you not busy?'' you asked now confused but he didn't seem to care much, greeting staff as he got farther and farther from his waiting room ''I am, but I need you right now, it's fine we won't take long'' he reassured you now before checking around and pulling you inside of a room, it looked like an storage room that wasn't really used ''Taesan'' you said slowly catching on what he wanted to do.

But he didn't listen to you just locking the door before he walked to you grabbing your cheeks and starting to kiss you. You didn't even fight it just corresponding him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he started kissing your neck now putting his hand on your hair and pulling it forcing you to look up to get more space around your neck. You put your hands inside of his shirt caressing his stomach and chest trying to take out his shirt but he didn't let you ''I can't darling'' he whispered in your ear before raising your top up and burrying his face in between your chest now kissing them, his hand going down to your skirt.

He caressed your pussy from the top of the fabric making you moan softly in his ear and he pulled your panties to the side now playing with your clit introducing one of his fingers inside you, he kissed you and introduced a second digit now doing scissor movements preparing you for his dick, as he felt you were wet and stretched enough he took his fingers out carrying you and sitting you in the table that was there. You caressed the tent forming up in his pants making him moan but he just swept your hand away ''behave and wait you slut'' he said as he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down along his boxers enough to get his dick out.

He pumped his lenght few times before pressing his tip on your clit and rubbing his dick against your pussy getting his tip wet with it. He positioned himself and now grabbed your hair again pulling it to force you to look at him when he very hardly went it making you gasp loudly ''keep it quiet for me now, yeah?'' he said and you nodded desperately ''good girl'' he said as he kept on pulling your hair now starting to move. You bit your lip trying to keep it quiet so he started kissing you, you had one hand against the table for support and the other one on his shoulder and hair.

The hand that was on your hair now trailed down to your neck, gripping on the sides of it pressing it softly as he got closer to your ear moaning while he kept his fast hard pace, stretching you out so deliciously no matter how many times he had been inside of you. ''you're taking it so well, princess'' he said as his grip on the sides of your neck got stronger making you roll your eyes back, his arm holding you ''fuck, Taesan'' you moaned now desperately ''shut the fuck up whore'' he said demanding ''do you want me to stop?'' he asked now as he went faster ''n-no, please'' you begged trying to keep it quiet almost crying out ''then shut the fuck up and take it'' he said and you nodded now getting closer to him burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You felt closer and closer now placing your hands under his shirt scratching his back ''Taesan'' you cried out ''just cum for me darling, show me how good I make you feel'' he said in between moans and you did just that, milking his cock for all it was worth and it didn't take him more than one second to start cumming too as he let out quiet moans and deep breaths.

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Leehan:

contains: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, praising, voyeur? (wc: 721)

Leehan and you went to a nice restaurant to celebrate your 9 month anniversary, it was a high end restaurant which you were unsure of going to as he was an idol, but he got a private room for the both of you, out of prying eyes. Dinner started just fine, until he noticed the waiter hit on you and shamlessly ogle your bust which was making Leehan madder per second. he then pulled your chair next to his bringing you closer to him. he slid your dress up and you looked at him surprised ''you're mine, right?'' he asked now making you giggle

''we're celebrating our 9th month, Donghyun... of course i'm yours'' you said caressing his hair but his hand started sliding up your dress ''hyunie'' you said a bit unsure and he just left a peck shushing you ''then just take what I give you, okay pretty?'' you nodded a bit unsure as he just pulled your legs apart and quickly your panties aside too now caressing your clit and teasing your entrance making you blush and let out soft moans, you were both facing the entrance door and the table and table cloth was enough to cover your legs and Donghyun's possessive antics.

you were almost done with the food course but at this point it didn't even matter, until the waiter came in once again making Leehan stop for one second and making you blush completely as you tried to take his hand out of your pussy but it didn't work, didn't seem like the waiter really noticed anyways. ''are you done with the food?'' he asked and you nodded ''uh, yeah'' you said now and Leehan grabbed the table cloth covering your legs as he took his hand off your thighs now. ''great, I'll bring dessert now, tiramisu cake, right?'' he asked and you nodded ''yes please'' you said and he picked the plates up to then leave.

You looked at Leehan now ready to cuss him out for being so risky but he was getting on his knees under the table ''what are you doing?'' you asked confused as you watched him disappear under the table before you felt him grab you waist pulling you closer to the end of the chair and spreading your legs open ''let me have some of my dessert in advance'' he said as he covered himself and your legs with the cloth ''hyun-'' you started but you heard the door open again, it was the waiter with your tiramisu cake, he set it on the table and then just walked some steps back, he looked at your boyfriend's empty chair noticing his absence as you felt Leehan's tongue run along your pussy making you drop your head sighing slightly

''is everything okay? where's your boyfriend?'' he asked and you cleared your throat while you felt Leehan suck and kiss your clitoris, clenching your hand as strong as you could ''he- uh...'' you started off now really clumsily ''he went to the bathroom'' you said and tried your best to offer a polite smile ''I see... are you okay? you know, I don't want to sound mean but dating an idol can be...'' he started talking now but you couldn't even focus on whatever he was saying just looking at the tiramisu cake holding your breath at times swallowing your moans feeling Leehan's tongue inside of you ''you can always let me know'' was the last thing you heard the guy say.

''I have a boyfriend, and i'm really happy in my relationship, please just leave'' you said politely almost out of breath but shot him a death glare as he wasn't leaving ''did you not-'' you started off before letting out a soft moan feeling leehan starting to finger you while eating you out which you played off as if you were about to cry and the waiter just excused himself leaving ''fuck, fuck, fuck'' you cried out softly now just grabbing Leehans hair pulling him closer almost riding his face without a care in the world ''i'm close'' you moaned right after still riding his face, he kept on sucking your clit and kissing it letting you ride out your orgasm. ''good girl, darling'' he said as he licked his lips going away ''you're a great actress'' he said smiling and you hit him softly ''shut up''

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[lovelyannoyingcher]

hi again! 🍓 here :) to start, ofc I have compliments for your writing! I love your ideas and how you capture the members, esp bc you portray them as both sub and dom so well!

speaking of, dom myungjae will be the death of me I swear 🫠. I think him being so usually-sweet adds to his appeal as a dom bc its fun to think only you can bring out that side of him yknow? also, lovee the finger sucking inclusion! and writing mine on your dress with his cum?! crazy hot n so jae-coded since we know he's quite possessive 🤭

i think he'd take enough photos to fill a gallery. he'd pose you, making you arch or open your mouth, even sliding back into the mess he made for one. but once he's done with his art project maybe he'd finally take pity on you... pushes your dress up now and dives in to eat you out like he's starving (munch jaehyun real)

- 🍓

oh you're so sweet love :( thank you so much for your compliments, it really does make me happy to know what you think about what i've written thus far. i can only hope that it gets better as time goes on. part of why i'm able to write as well as i do is because of my anons who send in so many amazing and creative asks so i;d like to thank you all for helping me! i love you guys so much <33

dom!myungjae is just a lover to you. he'd treat you so much sweeter than he treats anyone else. if he's as loving as he is now, he'd be a 100 times so with the love of his life. he's so incredibly loving of you, and that makes him so possessive of you too. he acts out when he sees anyone even looking in your direction. he has to let them know that you're taken and very much his, which leads him to being very into pda in any sense possible. but i digress!

he most definitely has a folder full of pictures he's taken of you while having sex. he wouldn't go around showing them to anyone because they're for his eyes only, but he would boast about how he is able to always make you feel so good. during times where he is so horny, he'd love having a photoshoot with you, taking pictures in all the positions and ways you described. his constant praise would have you so much needier, begging him to fuck your needy hole. "now darling, be patient. i'm trying to take some pictures of my sweetheart here." he'd say as he continuously clicks pictures of your body. eventually, after he's done, he would finally sink down to your cunt, exposing it after lifting your dress, exclaiming at how you're oozing out all your slick for him. he'd be so playfully teasing about it, asking you how long you've been this wet for, whether you were this wet during the event too. he'd have so much fun teasing you until you pull his face straight into your pussy, grinding against his smirking lips. and he gladly shuts up to eat you out properly as a reward. the dress is completely unusable once you take it off of you, but he would keep in mind to buy you more dresses like the one you have on currently.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

😵‍💫😵‍💫

hey! it feels strange to keep introducing myself as "messy sex jaehyun anon" haha so can I perhaps claim an emoji? 🍓, if available? :)

that aside... the scenario you made! i feel feral!! i didn't expect you to write more so the additions were such a treat!! i love the way you write scenes sm.

i was torn between this being eager puppy or rough dom jae but the direction you took was perfect! i don't have much to add but consider: you laying there while jaehyun uses your tits n moans about how good it feels, inevitably getting you so needy that you ask him to fuck you properly. but jaehyun just smirks and says he's already fucking you! and no matter how much you beg, he doesnt relent; fucks your tits till he comes but then keeps going, lost in how good n wet it all feels. even overstimulates himself so he can make a bigger mess, maybe ruining your dress in the process but promising to buy you a new one to wear just for him.

- 🍓

hi love! yes of course you can be 🍓 anon! happy to have you <3 and thank you for your compliment omg, i’m so happy to know you think so 😭

oh that’s so hot 😵‍💫 he’d be so playful with you when you tell him how needy you are, just teasing you with everything he’s got as he fucks himself onto your tits. he’d be squeezing your nipples and spreading his slick all over them, making you open your mouth to lick his fingers clean. he can’t get enough of your perfect boobs, continuing to fuck himself even after cumming the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th time. by then, he’d have made such a mess all over your chest and neck, even face. he LOVES seeing you all messed up for him, your makeup smudged and mixing with his sweet serum. he’d be so fucked out too, staring at you with love as he finally gets up with shaky legs to grab his phone and take a picture of you sprawled on the floor. by now he’d have also noticed his cum stains on the bunched up fabric below your boobs. he’s just insane over his mind now, taking his cum to spread it on your dress, writing out the word mine boldly before clicking the pictures of his beautiful lover <3

[lovelyannoyingcher]

This was Soo cute 🥺🥺 LOVED IT!! 😍😍

Helios || M.JH

❀ pairing: sunshine!jaehyun x librarian!reader, implied fem!reader (ft. coworker!sungho)

❀ genre: college!au, sun and moon dynamics, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~4.7k

❀ warnings: explicit language, reader gets a little insecure, kissing, implied sexual content

❀ summary: Like Helios, the god of the sun, Myung Jaehyun is never shy on whom he sheds his light. In his brightness, though, you may find him illuminating something about you that you never knew.

❀ a/n: I feel like you can tell MyungJae is my bias from reading this fic alone. I absolutely adore him in this and I hope you do too! As always, likes, reblogs, and replies are encouraged. Happy reading!

Myung Jaehyun has always been as bright as the midsummer sun. He has a smile that shines like a beacon of light through the darkness, constantly illuminating everyone’s day. His presence alone is enough to breathe life into everything around him, from dull classes to obnoxious parties. Everything is a bit brighter when Jaehyun is around. 

Which is why you’re confused that he’s talking to you. 

It’s not like you’re not a bright person, but you definitely don’t bring a sunshiny energy wherever you go. Your friends compared you more to the moon, a soft silvery halo of light that illuminates the darkness, but can still cloud everything in a bit of mystery. You’ve always been praised for your serenity and muted demeanor, even though you sometimes wish you could be more than just peaceful. You yearned to bring a lively energy to the lives of those around you, but for some reason, your calm nature always won out. 

You’re almost in awe at how Jaehyun speaks with a smile, words coming out a mile a minute at a volume that is definitely too loud for the library. You’re so used to everything being so quiet and unmoving here, which is why you chose it as your student work placement for college. But the energy Jaehyun brings to the space is more than you’ve ever encountered before. It borders on overwhelming, but for some reason is also oddly comforting. 

The comfort can only last so long before the confusion sets in, though. Seriously, why is Myung Jaehyun talking to you?

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt softly. “But can I help you with something, or…?”

If Jaehyun is offended by your obvious confusion, he doesn’t show it. His bright smile never once falters. 

“Yeah, sorry, I know the build up was kind of long, but can I have your number?”

Confusion only settles deeper into your face. ��Wait, what?”

“I mean, it’s no pressure or anything. But, like I was saying, every time I come in here I always see you working and I think you’re really cute. So I wanted to see if I could get your number and maybe take you out sometime? I mean, only if you’re down for that.”

For once in your life, you’re struggling to remain calm. 

It’s not like Jaehyun is a celebrity or campus royalty or anything, but he’s just different. He’s clearly well liked and has a lot of friends, always surrounded by a group of people. That group more often than not includes swooning girls and guys alike, all making heart eyes at him in hopes that he’ll notice, or even better…reciprocate. 

But you’ve never been one of those swooning individuals. Jaehyun is clearly attractive, with his head of curly brown hair and pouty lips. His dimpled smile is enough to have anyone head over heels; you’re not immune to that. You have just chosen to admire him from afar, sneaking small glances when he’s in the library or craning your neck to catch a glimpse of him when you pass each other on campus. You pride yourself in being so subtle that Jaehyun has never seemed to pay you any mind, until now. 

“Am I being too forward?” Jaehyun asks, beginning to trip over his words. “Oh my god, is this workplace harassment. Y/N, I am so sorry. You are just trying to do your job and here I come being such a, such a man. Who even flirts with someone on the—.”

“You know my name?”

You can’t even process how you’ve cut the man off, mind too busy pondering how the hell Jaehyun knows who you are. But that confusion gets mirrored right back to you as Jaehyun cocks his head cutely. 

“You’re wearing a name tag.”

All of your blood rushes to your face at the realization that he’s right. You are required to wear your name tag everyday for your job, proudly displayed on your chest. If it’s true that Jaehyun has seen you here, he has seen you in your name tag countless times. 

“R-right. Sorry,” you stammer. 

Jaehyun just chuckles, face spitting into that contagious smile he always wears. “It’s fine! You’re just so cute. So, your number?”

“Weren’t you just worried about this being harassment?”

“Oh, fuck! Is it?” Jaehyun looks genuinely terrified at the thought. 

“No,” you chuckle. “It’s not. Give me your phone.”

You question your source of newfound confidence as Jaehyun hands over the device, watching intently as you type your number in. It’s only when you save the contact that Jaehyun smiles, seemingly thunderous in the quiet of the library. You’ve never been so thankful to work on the talking floor.

“Great,” Jaehyun smiles. “I’ll text you.”

Your “okay” sounds outlandishly soft in comparison to Jaehyun’s outspoken confidence. He’s practically beaming as he moves away, not breaking eye contact until he physically has to turn away. Once again, you find your cheeks overly hot to the touch despite the coolness of the library. The goosebumps on your arms definitely have everything to do with the temperature, and nothing to do with the image of a bright smile plastered in your memory. 

.         .         .

It’s just your luck that you would receive your first ever text from Myung Jaehyun during an exam. Your phone had been turned on silent, nestled in your bag for the entire two hours. It’s only when you’ve exited the lecture hall and are well on your way to getting your second coffee of the day do you remember to check your phone. You almost drop it on the pavement when you see the series of messages. 

Asking someone out on their shift is apparently not workplace harassment because I don’t also work there. 

I would know, I asked Google. 

Oh, this is Jaehyun btw :)

You have to bite your bottom lip in order to contain the smile that is blooming on your face. You swear your heart picks up speed, so much so you doubt you’ll need that second cup of coffee after all. Despite the chill of the winter air, your core suddenly feels warm, as if the thought of Jaehyun served as your own internal heater. 

You don’t respond until you make your way back to your apartment, a giddy pep in your step the entire way. It’s an odd feeling, to be so excited about a person. Your introverted nature often has you cowering away from taking bold chances on relationships. You’ve always felt that love is best when it comes like waves meeting a soft sand shore – with a gentle crash, but always expected.

But you can’t deny the fact that the unexpectedness of Jaehyun’s eager confession is exactly what makes it so enticing. So, you dive headfirst into uncharted waters.

Falling into a routine with texting Jaehyun is surprisingly easy. The man always has something to say, whether it be simple questions about how your day was or silly musings about the world around him. It’s not uncommon for him to send you pictures of his professors, followed by a picture of his pouting face, clearly bored in his long lectures. Although you’ve never been one to send pictures back, Jaehyun doesn’t protest or push, just accepting your responses as they come and responding to them with enthusiasm.

You don’t realize just how much you’ve enjoyed Jaehyun’s bright virtual presence until you get caught in the act.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Your coworker, Sungho, asks as he scans some newly returned books.

The smile that you had let so carelessly grace your face instantly falls, your usual mask of indifference making an appearance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sungho scoffs, a teasing smirk rising on his face. “Right…you definitely haven’t been smiling at your phone for the last hour instead of I don’t know, doing your job??”

Your reply dies on your tongue when you spot a familiar figure entering the library, just barely visible over Sungho’s shoulder. He’s with his usual group of friends, laughing at a volume that is definitely inappropriate for your setting. He seems to compose himself after a moment, scanning the space with his gaze.

When he finally spots you, his grin grows impossibly wider, eyes bright as they reflect the artificial fluorescence of the library. He mumbles something inaudible to his friends before heading in your direction, causing a slight zap of panic to travel up your spine.

“Y/N?” Sungho calls, waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to m–?”

“Hey,” Jaehyun interrupts softly, still smiling brightly. “Long time no see.”

Out of your periphery, you can see Sungho looking back and forth between you two. It takes a second before his expression of confusion melts into one of recognition. He nods slightly before backing away to return to scanning books, leaving you and Jaehyun behind.

“I thought you weren’t going to harass me at work anymore,” you tease, trying and failing to fight the grin creeping onto your face.

Jaehyun chuckles, a distinct sound that pierces through the relative quiet of the space. “And I thought that I told you I’d be back, since, you know, Google told me I could.”

There’s a moment of silence as you duck your head, once again attempting to calm the smile on your face and the flush no doubt coloring your cheeks. When you finally compose yourself enough to look up, you find that Jaehyun’s gaze has never left you, eyes shining with something you can’t quite put your finger on. Even his silence contains an energy that you’ve never felt before. It’s something more than a simple brightness, more akin to a magnetic pull that you can’t quite escape.

“Go out with me.”

It comes out as almost a command, not the typical request that you’ve yearned for. While you always imagined that this would be the next step after the few weeks of text exchanges, it still comes as somewhat of a surprise. Part of you wondered if Jaehyun was serious, or if this was some sort of concocted experiment to see if he could bring even the biggest introvert out of their shell.

You finally pinpoint what it is in his gaze that’s so different – openness. It’s the kind of genuine clarity that comes from being authentically yourself, from letting others see and experience the real you without a care in the world. You wonder if he could be the key that would open your tightly locked door, your perfectly curated facade of nothingness.

You decide to put the key in the lock and twist.

“Sure.”

The smile that you receive is blinding, much more intense than any expression you had ever seen on the man’s face. A fear of getting burned from his light twists knots in your stomach.

.         .         .

He picks you up at eight, just like he promised. He’s the perfect gentleman all night, offering his jacket when it gets cold, footing the bill at the tiny cocktail bar that you once mentioned you liked to frequent. He’s entertaining and engaging, spending the entire night telling you stories that have your stomach hurting from laughter. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a soft kiss on your forehead and a promise that he’ll call.

So why do you feel like this?

Why does it feel like the ceiling is pressing down on you and that the gravity of the world is crushing your bones into a fine powder? Why won’t your heart slow down even as you lay stationary in your bed? Why is the gentle hum of your college town buzzing around you like a pesky fly, waiting for you to turn into something rotten so that it can feast on your flesh? Even the warmth of your favorite blanket feels like an oppressive heat.

You can’t help but replay the events of the night, scanning and scrutinizing every memory to identify where it went wrong. But every time you try, you come up empty handed.

It’s no easy feat to identify the wrongdoings of someone like Myung Jaehyun, of someone so objectively perfect and universally loved. He may laugh too loud or be too forthcoming with his feelings, but it’s impossible to see these aspects as anything other than endearing. He’s so open, so unapologetically himself, that you can’t help but adore the person he is.

So why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like you’ve become an insect, lured into a brightly illuminated trap designed to kill you?

Even worse, when Jaehyun texts you, asking for another date the following weekend, why do you accept? Why do you feel the pleasant thrum of butterflies in your stomach the minute his name pops up on your phone screen?

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe you’ll realize that Jaehyun is perfect and that you’ll be perfect together. It could have all been a fluke the first time, the product of a dip in adrenaline or a deep tiredness that always accompanies the winter months.

Jaehyun takes you ice skating this time, laughing as you both navigate the slippery chill of the rink. He holds your hand the entire time, clearly giddy to have this sustained contact. It doesn’t matter that you make him fall repeatedly, dragging him down any time you lose your balance. If anything, it makes him happier as you both fall into a giggly heap. You don’t even have the chance to worry about the judgemental stares you get as you trip and fall. You’re too busy being sucked into Jaehyun’s orbit to care.

This time, a forehead kiss serves as the prelude to the real thing. Jaehyun kisses in the same way he speaks, bold and eager. His hands cradle the dip in your waist reverently as he claims your mouth, no reservations as he holds you close. It’s captivating, the way he kisses you. You can’t help but get lost in the feeling of his plush pout against yours, in the heat of his tongue as it meets yours, in the warm press of his fingers into your skin.

Later, when your lips are still stinging and swollen from the kiss, you realize that a familiar ache has settled in your chest.

Once again, you find yourself replaying the events of the night to identify when you felt a shift. Once again, you can’t. You admittedly felt nothing but bliss the entire night, even if it was twinged with a minor unfamiliarity. It’s almost as if you were someone else when you were with Jaehyun. A different you inhabited your body when you were with him, someone that was sunshiny and bright, so far from the muted serenity that you closely identified with.

But when you look in the mirror, you still look like the same you. Your face is still the same, despite your slightly swollen mouth. Your hair still sits in the way you styled it before your date. Nothing drastic has changed about your body, or the way your clothes hug the planes of it.

You’re still you. When you’re with Jaehyun, however, you feel like anything but.

.         .         .

As you get to the point where Jaehyun feels comfortable openly embracing you on campus, you begin to identify a bit of the ache. Jaehyun can never take more than a few steps around the college green without someone calling his name or rushing to greet him. Every interaction is the same; Jaehyun greets them brightly, stopping to even hug or chat with a few. He’ll introduce you in that enthusiastic voice of his, making sure to squeeze your hand extra tight.

Every time, you’ll get the same look from the passerby.

It’s often a politeness mixed with a hint of confusion, some in obvious disbelief. Some disregard you completely, choosing instead to bat their eyelashes at Jaehyun as they shower him with compliments or requests to hang out. Jaehyun is polite and humble in his refusal, tugging you along as you part. The dirty looks that you receive in return are permanently branded into the back of your eyelids.

Their looks of silent judgement haunt you everywhere you go, following you into your lecture halls and in between the bookshelves at work. Imagined chatter swarms around your mind. Although, it’s not hard to imagine what they probably say about you, if they even decide to speak about you at all. 

What’s someone like that doing with someone like him?

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep scanning that book for the eleventh time?” Sungho’s voice is calm but clearly pointed.

As your coworker for over a year, Sungho has become way too good at reading you. He picks up on all of the little things, the tiniest sighs you let out when you think no one is within earshot, the subtle slump of your shoulders when life gets too demanding, repetitive actions as your brain drifts off. You can’t even think to lie to the man, since he sometimes seems to know what you’re feeling better than you do. 

“Do you think Jaehyun and I are weird together?”

Sungho sighs, resting his hand on his cocked hip like an overly concerned mother. “I should have known it was about the boy,” he mutters. “No, I don’t think you and Jaehyun are weird together. Where is this coming from?”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to piece together your answer to the question. There’s a film reel that flashes through your mind, a compilation of all of your best times with Jaehyun. From laughs at the cocktail bar to bruising your knees at the ice skating rink, everything is overwhelmingly positive. The memories make your stomach sink. 

“No one says hi to me when I walk across campus.”

Sungho’s look of concern transforms into one of confusion, head tilting to the side as if seeing you from another angle will make your words make sense. Clearly, it doesn’t work.

“I mean, everyone says hi to Jaehyun, but no one even spares me a glance,” you explain. “They look all confused when Jaehyun introduces me, almost like they don’t understand why he would be with someone like me.”

“Someone like you? You mean a beautiful soul who balances out Jaehyun’s energy perfectly?”

The sudden compliment catches you off-guard, but Sungho instantly shuts down your attempt to interrupt. 

“No, no, no, let me finish. Y/N, you are amazing. Anyone who spends five minutes with you can see that. And who cares if most people on campus don’t know that? They don’t know you, and that’s okay. You don’t have to know everyone on campus, because that’s not you. And you know who sees you for you?”

“Who?”

“Jaehyun,” Sungho says with a soft finality. “Do you like spending time with him?”

You swallow thickly, a sudden wave of emotion tightening your throat. “Of course I do. He’s…he’s great.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“But what if he doesn’t think that I’m great?”

Sungho chuckles. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Of course he thinks you’re great.”

The confidence behind his statement throws you for a loop, not because you don’t believe it, but because you truly haven’t thought about it. 

“Sungho, how does he look at me?”

Sungho is silent for a second, clearly mulling over his words. When he finds the right ones, his face brightens into a smile. 

“Like you’re the reason the sun rises every morning.”

.         .         .

You didn’t imagine that you’d be standing in front of Jaehyun’s door that very next evening, palms sweating and heart beating out of your chest. His dorm is in an old building, the thin walls allowing every sound to be heard. It seems like Jaehyun’s playing some soft music, but there are no voices to indicate anyone else being around. With a shaking fist, you knock on the door. 

The smile that greets you is faint but saccharine sweet, dripping with a genuine welcoming aura that only Jaehyun could manage. When he registers your presence, a hint of shock crosses his face, but the smile never once falters. 

“Y/N!” He exclaims warmly. “I didn’t know you were dropping by.”

You suddenly feel self conscious despite the man’s friendly tone. “Y-yeah, I just, uh…I wanted to talk.”

Jaehyun’s smile grows impossibly wider, its brightness burning a hole in your thoracic cavity. You imagine that your heart is attempting to leap right through it, to lay itself in a fleshy heap at Jaehyun’s feet. Knowing the man, he would simply scoop up the organ, tucking it somewhere safe before mopping up the blood. 

“Sure, come on in.”

The ease with which Jaehyun invites you in creates a new thread of anxiety that begins to fray in your brain. How does it all come so naturally to him? How is being so authentically himself not draining in the slightest? How can he face no fears in letting you in, letting you see him fully?

The answers lie within his dorm. The room is quite cramped, which is typical for a single dorm, but it’s filled to the brim with everything that makes Jaehyun himself. The curtains on the wall are a deep blue, dark enough to dampen some of the sunlight that his eastern facing window lets in. Every shelf is stacked high with trinkets and photos, each one contributing their own array of color to the space. It’s neat, but carefree. It’s standard, but personal. You envy Jaehyun’s knack for decorating.

“Come sit,” Jaehyun motions, patting a spot next to him on the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

At your lack of response, Jaehyun looks perplexed, smile finally dropping from his face. His cheeks naturally puff out into a pout, plush lips turning downward. 

“Y/N, is something wrong?”

It takes everything in you to not submit to his expression and the concerned lilt in his voice and go back on everything you set out to say. Instead, you steel your nerves as you sit, ready to say everything that has been heavy on your heart. 

“Everyone says hi to you.”

Okay, so maybe not the best start. 

“I mean that everyone says hi to you and it can be kind of weird for me,” you continue. “Everyone just looks at me like we don’t go together, like I don’t deserve you or something. I mean, don’t you think you should be with someone a little more outgoing, a little more popular?”

There’s a moment of silence, intensified by your baited breath. Jaehyun just regards you curiously, rounded nose twitching like a perplexed bunny. After a second, the man bursts into full bellied laughter. 

“Y/N, are you serious?”

A stinging heat rises to your cheeks, an embarrassment you have never known before surfacing the longer Jaehyun chuckles. The man seems to sense his mistake after a moment, his peaks of laughter settling into a warm smile instead. 

“Hey, look at me.”

It takes everything in your power to comply to Jaehyun’s request, cheeks only heating further when you return his gaze. His eyes seem to sparkle under the artificial fluorescence of the dorm room lighting, highlighting the endless depths of his irises. You begin to understand why people write anthologies on their lovers’ gazes. 

“Fuck them.” At your obvious confusion, Jaehyun chuckles, but continues. “Seriously, fuck them. Y/N, I like you. I couldn’t care less about who knows you or who you know or what randoms on campus think.”

“B-but you’re so loud and boisterous and personal and I’m just…not.”

Jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles again, full cheeks beginning to take on a pinkish hue. “And that’s what I like about you. You’re more reserved; you’re smart; you make me laugh like no other. When I first spoke to you in the library, I meant every word I said. I didn’t like you because I thought you were like me. I like you because you’re you.”

The words rush over you like a bucket of ice water. Maybe it’s the calm, soothing tone of Jaehyun’s voice, or the way his eyes shine with an unforeseen sincerity that makes you realize that he means it. Your mind had always fixated on the fact that Jaehyun liked you despite your differences, never once considering the fact that he liked you because of them. 

“You mean it?” You hate the way your voice comes out thin and small, as if needing to be built up by Jaehyun’s reassurance. 

The man in question just smiles, leaning forward to caress your cheek. It’s instinctual, the way you nuzzle further into his touch. If anything, he seems even more pleased by your subconscious action, thumb stroking the height of your cheekbone. 

“Of course I mean it. I’ve meant everything that I’ve ever said to you.”

“Even that you like me?”

Jaehyun barely contains a snort. “Especially that I like you.”

The room is still for a moment, the only movement coming from the rhythmic stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers over your cheekbone. It’s easy to get lost in the tiny space, in the even tinier moment. You and Jaehyun are the only beings to exist here, the only witnesses to your closeness being the various figurines strewn across the dorm room. 

“You know,” Jaehyun starts after the moment. “I was going to ask you something for our next date, but I think I should just ask you now.”

Now it’s your turn to fall into confusion, brows knitting at the man’s confession. “Ask me what?”

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

In the abstract, you should have seen it coming. He just spent the last few minutes assuring you that he likes you, and after a few dates, this would be the logical next step. And yet, surprise hits you like a tidal wave, completely throwing you off kilter. 

“Girlfriend?”

Jaehyun chuckles, cheeks dimpling with the force of his smile. “Yes, girlfriend. I want you to be mine.”

Your tiny “me too” is barely out before Jaehyun is surging forward. His kiss hits you like a zap of electricity, sending signals flying up your spine. It’s much different from the first time he kissed you a few weeks ago, after you had both been tired and frozen to your core from the ice skating rink. 

Back then, he kissed you like he was trying to warm you up. Now, he’s kissing you like he wants to melt you. 

His hands stroke up the length of your thigh and hip, reminding you just how not ideal this position is. Sitting side by side while your necks crane towards each other is far from comfortable. But the warmth of Jaehyun’s palm against the fabric of your pants combined with the feverish way his lips claim yours makes any complaint you’d have die on your tongue. 

You learn that Jaehyun is the exact opposite type of lover than you expected. Instead of energetic and demanding, he’s calm and reassuring. His touch is reverent as it explores the planes of your body, taking you apart as if you have all the time in the world. His body meets yours in a rhythmic crash of waves against shores, pace increasing as you both crest to your highest peak, just for the waves to come crashing down again. 

It’s only when it’s over, and the two of you lay side by side in the cramped twin XL bed that you realize Jaehyun is far from the sun. He doesn’t burn you, nor does he drain your energy like evaporating water from a pavement. 

Instead, he provides an all consuming comfort, the kind of warmth that comes from a campfire in the crisp chill of winter. He wraps around you and protects you from the harshness of the elements. He’s a space of relaxation, ease, a pulsing love that grows stronger with each blow of the wind. He’s a different kind of serenity. 

A campfire only burns bright under the dark cover of night, the calm glow of the moon shining down on it all. For once, you allow yourself to get as close as you’d like, knowing that Jaehyun’s fire will never burn you. 

.FIN.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

So fucking sweet <3

enchantress | l.at

word count: 2.3k

contains: themes of insecurity and self-love, softdom!anton x sub!reader, petnames (darling, love), body worship, titsucking, oral (f. receiving), breeding

synopsis: surprising anton with a new lingerie set and showing a new, confident side of yourself definitely turned him on. when you implied something negative about yourself, he knew he had to show you just how much he loves you.

you’d decided to treat yourself by buying some lingerie while anton, your boyfriend, was busy at work. recently, you’d found a new sense of confidence blossoming within you, and you wanted to embrace it by trying something new. when you saw the soft pink babydoll displayed on the hanger, you couldn’t resist. the lace was delicate, the fabric light and it had you enthusiastic in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. you hesitated at first, questioning if it was really “you” but when you looked at yourself in the bedroom mirror, you knew you’d made the right choice.

the soft pink complemented you perfectly, and the delicate lace and flowing fabric highlighted your figure in a way that was so flattering, unlike any lingerie you’d ever tried on. the lace trim along the neckline added just the right amount of elegance, and the tiny ribbon bow at the centre gave it a playful, romantic touch. as you turned to look at the dress from different angles, you noticed how the hemline, with its matching lace trim, danced lightly around your thighs. the matching panties that came with it brought everything together in your eyes; they complemented the dress perfectly. but it wasn’t just about how it looked, it was about how it made you feel. there was something freeing about wearing something so soft and pretty. you felt so beautiful, and that sense of newfound confidence settled over you like a blanket; warm and comforting.

you took a deep breath, appreciating the way the fabric moved with you, the way it felt so soft against your skin. to you, this felt like more than just a piece of lingerie, it was a small step towards loving yourself, a reminder that you’re beautiful the way you are. you desperately wanted to take pictures to show anton but you ultimately decided to surprise him when he got home instead. the thought of him seeing you like this, in a way he didn’t usually, sent a thrill through you. of course, he loved you just as you were but there was something so precious and intimate about presenting this side of yourself to him. it was about embracing the confidence you were beginning to feel, and sharing that with the man you love.

you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for anton to come home. you put on the perfume he always complimented you on and applied minimal makeup, just enough to enhance your natural features. you wanted everything to be perfect, down to every detail. as the hours went by, the anticipation kept building inside you. you sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other with the lingerie flowing around you. the wait for him felt like an eternity but the idea of seeing anton’s reaction made the anticipation worthwhile. your phone suddenly buzzed and you glanced down to see a message from anton:

toni ♡: on my way home darling. i can’t wait to see you <3

you smiled to yourself as you read his message, knowing that he had no idea what he was walking into. you quickly typed out a reply, keeping it simple not to reveal anything to him.

you: i can’t wait either, i missed you so much :(

a slight feeling of giddiness flowed through you, as if it were the start of your relationship all over again. the butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you stood up to glance around the softly lit room one more time. everything was perfect, just the way you’d imagined it. the soft pink babydoll, the lamps, the smell of his favourite perfume all came together in your own intimate bubble you had curated. you smoothed your hands over the fabric, taking one last look in the mirror before sitting down in the same position as earlier.

you heard the familiar sound of anton’s key turning in the lock and your heart skipped a beat. it was finally time for him to see a new side of you; a girl who feels confident, beautiful, and comfortable in her own skin. the door clicked open and you could hear his footsteps, heavier than usual from a long day of work. you heard him place his keys on the windowsill, followed by the sound of him hanging up his jacket. your pulse quickened as his footsteps grew closer, and the bedroom door slowly creaked open. anton stepped into the room, his tired eyes quickly finding you in the dim, ambient light. he froze for a second, as though the sight of you had taken his breath away. his eyes widened slightly, and the exhaustion that was behind them before seemed to vanish.

"wow," he finally managed, his voice soft but filled with awe. he took a few more steps toward you, his gaze never leaving yours, drinking in the sight of you. the room was quiet apart from the soft sound of his footsteps and the distant hum of the city outside, but all you could focus on was how he was looking at you. as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. you uncrossed your legs and stood up, feeling the fabric of the lingerie brush lightly against your skin as you walked toward him. "like it?" you asked, your voice a little breathless.

anton swallowed, his eyes slowly trailing over every inch of you. “like it?” he repeated softly. “i love it, darling.” you smiled at him, feeling your heart race at his reaction. you could clearly see the effect you had on him, the way his eyes glinted with a sense of yearning as he stepped closer. the urge to tease him was strong, laying your soft fingers on his chest, letting them trace slowly down the material of his t-shirt, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. “you know, i actually feel… pretty,” you said with a playful tone, eyes glimmering as you watched his reaction closely. you could tell he was frustrated by your words by his furrowed brow as he placed his large hands on either side of your face, tilting your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“you say that as if you haven’t always been,” he said firmly yet tenderly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’ve always been perfect to me, don’t you realise that?” he continued, punctuating each word with soft kisses, placing them wherever he could on your face. “but i haven-” you began, unable to even finish your last word before anton pushed you as gently as he could onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes refused to leave you. he silenced your protest with another deep, passionate kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth. his hands slid down your sides to grip your hips possessively. “shhh,” he whispered playfully against your lips. “please, let me show you how much i adore you.”

and with your nod of approval, he started leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, lightly sucking to leave pretty marks across your skin, each little one deliberate, a way of reminding you of your beauty. “you’re my pretty girl, y/n,” he breathed against your skin as he continued, “and i’m gonna make sure you never doubt how perfect you are again.” you moaned softly at his words, hands threading through his hair as he went further down, eventually reaching your tits. he groaned at the sensation, arching into your touch as he fully focused on your tits. his warm breath fanned across the delicate material covering your nipples as he spoke in a low yet soft tone, “so responsive for me,” he nibbled gently on the swell of your breast through the fabric before using his thumbs to rub circles on your hardened nipples, making whimpers fall from your lips.

“wanna taste you,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “need those perfect tits in my mouth.” without waiting for an answer, he hooked his fingers into the sides of the babydoll, pulling the flimsy material down, exposing your bare tits to his hungry gaze. you could tell by his eyes how much he adored you as he drank in the sight of you, eyes darkening with lust. he dipped his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud with his free hand reached down to cup and knead your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “so good,” he purred, nuzzling your flesh as he continued. he released your nipple with a pop, gazing up at you with a sweet yet heated expression. “could spend hours worshipping these beautiful tits…”

your hands found his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as his lips returned to your tits, switching over. “toni… feels so good,” you moaned softly, making direct eye contact with him. his adoring eyes met yours, filled with lust as he heard your praise. he alternated between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue over your sensitive nipples with his hands roaming your curves. “that’s it, darling. let me hear you,” he coaxed, voice a deep hum against your skin. he captured your nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

you felt his hands move lower down your body while he trailed kisses down your stomach, pausing to whisper praises under his breath before continuing. his hands skimmed your hips, squeezing them as he settled between your thighs. “smell so perfect, as always,” he inhaled deeply, savouring your sweet scent before dipping his head to press tender kisses to your inner thighs. “need to taste you, please,” he murmured, his breath hot against your wet pussy.

he placed a series of open-mouthed kisses along your slick folds. he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make you quiver. he delved deeper, sliding his tongue inside you and lapping at your walls. he groaned at your taste, his desperation to be inside you growing. “you’re so perfect, taste so perfect too,” he praised softly as he pumped 2 fingers into you, curling them deep to hit that sensitive spot as he continued to lick and suck at your clit.

“need to be inside you, god i can’t wait any longer,” anton groaned needily. “do it toni, please,” you replied, your desperation clear. with a final swipe of his tongue over your clit, e got up and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his perfect physique and impressive cock. he climbed back onto the bed eagerly, positioning himself between your spread thighs. “i can’t resist when you look so beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your entrance before he buried himself inside you with a swift thrust. a guttural moan escaped his lips at the feeling of your heat enveloping him.

“fuck yes, you feel so good,” he groaned as he began to move, setting a steady pace as he watched himself go in and out of your pussy. “an-anton… mmm,” you whimpered as you maintained eye contact, your tits bouncing at his thrusts. anton gazed into your eyes, drinking in the sight of your tits and the way your face contorted with pleasure. he reached up to cup your breasts, thumbing your nipples as he picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“look at you, taking my cock so well,” anton praised, voice dripping in admiration. “you’re so good to me, so perfect…” he continued, as he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue dancing with yours as he continued to thrust into your welcoming heat. he felt you moaning softly in his mouth, using the reaction to fuel his own desire, pounding into you with increasing need. he broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your earlobe as he murmured, “you’re perfect for me aren’t you? all of you was made for me, hm?” his words were punctuated with his deep, powerful thrusts that had you crying out his name in ecstasy.

“say it, love… tell me how flawless you are,” he uttered softly as he angled his hips to hit that special spot inside you, determined to push you over the edge and hear you say the words he wanted to hear. “i-i-i’m-” you stuttered, barely able to speak due to the pleasure. anton, knowing this, slammed into you harder as he urged you to the edge. “come on darling, tell me… i know you can,” he uttered again, his voice laced with desire and adoration. “say it, that you’re perfect,” he gripped your hips tighter now, grinding against you as he neared his own peak. “god, i love you so much… you’re everything to me…” his heartfelt words poured out in a rush as he chased his orgasm.

“i’m perfect toni, just for you,” you whimpered, your orgasm fast approaching. the moment you let out those precious words, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. his thrusts made his tip kiss your cervix as your orgasm crashed over you, his cock twitching. “yes love, you’re perfect… absolutely perfect… never forget it…” he groaned, feeling your pussy milk his cock as he thrusted a few more times. “gonna fill you up, make your tummy nice and round, even more perfect for me,” he gasped, vision blurring as he spilled himself deep inside your quivering pussy. “god, y/n…” he panted, collapsing on top of you as you both floated down from your high.

after a few moments to catch his breath, anton lifted his head to gaze lovingly at you, still held in his arms. a contented smile played on his lips as he stroked your hair gently. “you know you’re always so good for me, right?” he praised, his voice warm and adoring, “you’re perfect and i love you more than life itself.” he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his heart swelling with emotion. “i love you more, toni,” you replied, the brightest smile on your face.

“my perfect girl, never forget how perfect you are.”

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[lovelyannoyingcher]

ღ Destroy you completely

ღ Serial killer Anton! x corrupt detective reader

ღ Warnings: violence, psychological manipulation, obsession and toxic relationships, sexual content, moral ambiguity, corruption, swearing, death.

She never anticipated that her final case would haunt her in ways she could scarcely comprehend. The city had been gripped by a series of grisly murders. For years, she had pursued his shadow, relentless in her quest, until a few weeks ago when an opportunity too tantalising to resist presented itself before her: the chance to confront him face to face. But this encounter proved far more perilous than she had imagined. No revelation, no breakthrough, only a tangled web of obsession and desire, a pull so intoxicating that it left her powerless to break free. She had sought to unmask the monster, but in doing so, she had found herself ensnared—consumed by a yearning she could neither deny nor escape

The clock struck midnight, and the bar was nearly empty, save a few drunks nursing the last of their drinks. You sat in the back observing the crowd, both of your fingers drumming on the sticky table. Whilst and untouched whiskey and coke sat static on the table. You didn’t dare tell anyone where you were going - you couldn’t. They’d never understand why she came here, week after week, to meet the very man she was supposed to arrest.

He arrived like a shadow, slipping into the seat across from her without so much as a sound, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he studied you. He was beautiful in a dangerous way– dark hair, sharp jawline , pointed nose and eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone who dared look at him. You knew immediately it was him. The way he carried himself, the faint smile tugging at his lips as if he were in on a secret no one else could decipher– it all screamed guilty.

"Punctual as always," he remarked, his voice low and velvety. "I don’t have time for your bullshit nonsense tonight, Anton," you snapped, though the rapid pounding of your heart betrayed the calm you tried to project. "Don’t you?" he responded, his fingers reaching for the untouched whiskey, drawing it slowly across the table before cradling the glass in his hands. With deliberate precision, he slid a folded piece of paper towards you. You hesitated, your gaze flicking between the paper and his watchful eyes."Go ahead," he murmured, lifting his whiskey and coke to his lips. You watched as his throat bobbed with the smooth motion of the liquid sliding down. "Open it," he coaxed, his voice low and enticing. " I know you’re dying to know."

Your fingers trembled slightly as you touched and unfolded the note. A single set of coordinates were scrawled in his elegant handwriting you had become all too familiar with. You felt the familiar mix of dread and adrenaline. ‘What’s this?’ you spat out.

‘You already know the answer to this’ He said leaning back with a smirk ‘you’re going to find a body there, just like the others’. ‘Why are you doing this?’ You hissed, leaning in. ‘Why not just stop? Or better yet, turn yourself in”

He laughed softly, and it made your skin crawl–in a way you hate to admit, it felt thrilling, it's a sound that would haunt your wildest fantasies for months to come. ‘Because you’d miss me if I stopped. Admit it, detective. This is the highlight of your sad miserable week.’

‘You're insane’ You stuttered out

‘And yet here you ’ he tilted his head, his expression darkening. ‘What does that make you detective?’

For a moment, you couldn't speak. His words cut deeper than you expected. You hated that he wasn't entirely wrong ‘You’ll slip up eventually,” you said, forcing steel into your voice “and when you do i won't hesitate to bring you down, you sick fuck” ‘I look forward to it” Anton stood, his moves graceful, sharp and deliberate “until next friday detective.”

"OH and What kind of flowers do you like?" His voice was smooth, almost casual, but there was something about the way he asked that made you pause. It was a question you never expected him to ask.

Caught off guard, you swallowed, momentarily distracted. You hadn’t prepared for this. "White roses," You said, your voice showing a hint of hesitation. It was an odd admission, one that felt too intimate, too personal in the moment. Why had he asked? And why had you answered?

His lips twitched into something resembling a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if processing your answer, then turned.

He departed without another word, leaving you alone in the dimly lit bar, fixated on the note clutched in your hands. Every Friday after your encounters, you swear to yourself that next time you’ll finally turn him in—that this will be the last time you indulge in his twisted game. This will be the last time you go home and to touch yourself consumed by the dark, twisted thoughts of him— images of him ruining you plaguing your mind, as come down from your climax the disgust and confusion running rampant in your thoughts afterwards. Yet, with each passing week, your resolve weakens, fading with every clandestine meeting in the shadows of the night. You should go straight to your team with the clue, expose him once and for all. But instead, you slip the note into your pocket and drain the remaining whiskey in a single, bitter gulp.

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The crime scene reeked of decay and damp earth. You stood with your team in the, the corpse sprawled on the forest floor, exactly where the note had said it would be. The victim was young, no younger than the 24– male, his throat slit with surgical precision. A single white rose lay delicately on his chest. This wasn’t like the others. No, this time, he was taunting you, playing a game with higher stakes. He wasn’t just leaving a message anymore—he was pulling you directly into the chaos, making you a part of it. This was an escalation, and you could feel it, the tension in the air thickening with every passing second.

You stood frozen for a moment, staring at the rose, your heart beating faster, quicker than it should. A strange, uneasy thrill coiled in your chest. But as much as you tried to deny it, there was something undeniably personal about it. Something that made your breath catch.

The flower—his flower—felt like a secret shared only between the two of you, a bond you weren't ready to acknowledge. It was a twisted, dangerous connection, and yet... part of you liked it. you hated herself for it, for how your fingers lingered a fraction too long when you brushed the petals, how the white of the rose seemed to burn into your mind.

You couldn't admit it, not yet. Not to yourself. But deep down, beneath the deflection and the guilt, there was a small, quiet part of you that was charmed. And that terrified you more than anything else

Your partner, Detective Lee Sohee stood beside you, his face pale, he always was weak when It came to crime scenes. “This guy’s a ghost’ he muttered, shaking his head ‘No prints, No DNA, no nothing how does he do it”

"He’s meticulous," you said, keeping your voice as neutral as possible. You had to—there was no room for weakness. You couldn’t let them sense the guilt gnawing away at you. You knew, deep down, that you were partly to blame for why they hadn’t caught him yet. The first few murders had been messy, almost careless, but now? Now, the scene was always clean, precise. DNA and evidence once scattered across the crime scene were gone, meticulously erased. Whether he knew it or not, whether it was intentional or not, you had removed the breadcrumbs he'd left behind. You didn’t know why you did it; you just did. There was a fierce, inexplicable urge to protect him, a compulsion that had gripped you long before your Friday night meetings had even begun. You were obsessed. You couldn’t help it. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Sohee glanced at you “What’s wrong with you, you’re too fucking calm, you’ve been like this for the past few weeks now, how isn’t this driving you up the wall why aren’t you angry, you’ve been weird about these cases from the start’ Sohee spat out

‘I’m focused, unlike you, and watch how you speak to me I’m your fucking superior’ you snapped back

Sohee raised his hands in mock surrender “alright alright, but seriously, what’s his deal, why the roses all of a sudden?’. The question hit too close to home for you ‘I don’t know’, you lied, stepping close to the body to avoid his gaze. You stared down at the victim, your stomach churning you could amost hear his voice in your head. You'd miss me if I stopped.

"We've got something," one of the scenes-of-crime officers said, her head turning in your direction. "What is it?" you asked, trying to mask the unease creeping into your voice as Sohee rushed towards you, her urgency palpable. "We've got a partial print on one of the rose petals."

Your stomach sank. A print? That wasn’t part of the plan.

“Have you run it yet?" you asked, maintaining a steady tone, though every muscle in your body tensed. "Not yet," the officer replied. "The lab's processing it now, but if it’s his…" She didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung in the air like a threat.

If it was his, it was over. You nodded, forcing a tight smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "That’s good news." But it wasn’t. Not for you.

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The evidence lab was quiet. Most of the team had gone home, leaving you alone with your thoughts-and your plan. The rose sat on the counter in a clear evidence bag, its beauty undiminished even under the harsh fluorescent lights. You stared at it, your fingers itching to touch it. It was yours. He'd left it for you. You glanced around to make sure no one was watching before slipping the bag into your coat pocket. The guilt came immediately, but you shoved it down. It wasn't like this was the first line you'd crossed. And it wouldn't be the last, for him.

The hum of the computer filled the room as you sat down at the evidence desk, logging into the system with shaking hands. You shouldn't be doing this. But you were.

The file was easy to find-too easy. The partial print had already been flagged as a potential match, though the lab hadn't completed the analysis yet. A few more hours, and they'd know.Your finger hovered over the keyboard.

You can stop this. But could you?

You thought of him, his dark eyes, the way his voice curled around your name.

You thought of the way he looked at you, like he knew all your secrets, all the parts of yourself you tried to hide And then you thought of the rose in your pocket, its petals soft and perfect.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you deleted the file. It was done.

You sat back in the chair, your heart pounding as the screen went blank.

You'd erased it completely-any trace of the print, any chance of connecting it to him. The guilt hit you like a freight train, but it was drowned out by something else. Relief. For now, he was safe. And so were you. You pulled the rose from your pocket as you left the lab, holding it carefully in your hands. It was beautiful. Fragile. Just like the thread you were walking. But you couldn't stop now. You were too far gone.

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The water cascades over you in a steady stream, hot enough to sting, but you don’t care. It’s the only thing that grounds you right now. You scrub at your skin as though you could wash away the weight of everything—the guilt, the twisted pull of his presence that clings to you like a second skin.

But no matter how much you scrub, the feel of him lingers, faint but unmistakable. The rose you’d stolen from the lab—a single white bloom—sits in your room now, on display as if it belongs there. It’s a silent reminder of everything you’ve allowed to unfold, and it makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t quite explain.

You try to push the thoughts out of your mind, but they invade anyway, like they always do. His smile. His words. The way his gaze never left you, how it felt like he was seeing right through your carefully constructed walls.

You reach for the soap, your movements mechanical, but your mind is somewhere else entirely. The lab. The print you’d erased. The photo you’d taken of the rose, carefully framed, every detail studied.

You promised yourself it was for the case. That you were doing your job. But you know that’s not true.

Your eyes flicker toward the small, hidden space behind the bathroom mirror, the one where you’ve kept the evidence. But it’s not just the evidence now. It’s the collection—the wall in your room, covered in pictures of him. Every photo, every trace, meticulously arranged like a shrine to a monster. You tell yourself it's for the investigation. But even you can’t deny the lie anymore. It’s not. It’s obsession.

The white rose on your desk, now slightly wilted from being removed from its delicate glass case, is the final piece of the puzzle. A trophy. A token. A connection between the two of you that no one else can understand.

You step out of the shower, the steam heavy in the room, and the weight of your actions crashes into you once again. There’s no going back now. You've crossed a line, and you don’t know how to return from it.

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It was friday, The bar felt darker than usual, the hum of low conversations and clinking glasses fading into background noise as you sat in the booth, waiting. You’d arrived early—not because you had to, but because you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your heart was racing, your palms slightly damp despite how still you tried to keep them on the table. You told yourself it was anger. Frustration. The need to finally corner him and break this cycle he’d trapped you in.

But deep down, you knew better.

You weren’t just here for answers. You were here for him.

You hated how much space he took up in your head, how he lingered in your thoughts even when you told yourself you were focused on the case. You hated the way your pulse quickened when you thought about his smirk, the low rumble of his voice, the way he looked at you like he could see every secret you’d ever tried to bury.

It made you sick.

It made you want him more.

The sound of footsteps pulled you from your thoughts, and there he was, walking toward you like he owned the room. He always moved like that—confident, deliberate, like he was untouchable.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, but you forced yourself to stay still, your expression neutral. You wouldn’t let him see the effect he had on you.

But he always saw, didn’t he?

He slid into the booth across from you, his eyes meeting yours with that same maddening glint of amusement. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned back and let the silence stretch, like he was daring you to speak first.

“Nice of you to show up,” you said, your voice calm, steady. He smirked. “You look like you’ve been waiting for me.”

Your stomach twisted at the accuracy of his words, but you didn’t let it show. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said coolly, though you both knew it was a lie.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The way he called you baby made your breath hitch, but you covered it by reaching for your drink. You hated how easily he got under your skin, how every word felt like a challenge you couldn’t help but rise to.

“Cut the crap,” you said, leaning forward. “If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

His smirk widened, and for a moment, you thought you saw something darker in his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low. “You’re exactly where you want to be.”

You clenched your fists under the table, the truth of his words hitting you harder than you wanted to admit. You told yourself it was the job, the need for justice, but it wasn’t just that. It was him.

And you hated that he knew it.

‘You’re unravveling’ he said his voice soft but cutting ‘i can see it’ your jaw tighted ‘I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about im doing just fine’ "Are you?" His voice drops lower, smooth and laced with an unsettling calm as he leans forward, eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. "You're tampering with the evidence I purposely left behind."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. For a split second, you're frozen, your mind struggling to process what he just implied. He… left the evidence behind on purpose? You had thought it was an oversight, a mistake, something careless. But now, the pieces click together. Every move he'd made, every step he'd taken, it was all a game—his game, and you were a player whether you liked it or not.

You're not just chasing shadows anymore. You're tangled in his web.

A chill runs down your spine, but you can't deny it. You feel a twisted sense of... pride? You’ve been caught in his game, yes—but you're also the only one he's ever let play by the rules. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress against the jagged edge of the truth you're only beginning to see. "You’ve been erasing my breadcrumbs, protecting my secrets. You’ve embraced it, haven’t you?" Your breath hitches, a tightening sensation settling in your chest. You hate it, but you feel it—the pull, the draw, that thing inside you that feels inexplicably... alive when you're with him. You've been a part of this all along, whether you wanted to admit it or not. And now, you’re standing here, caught in his gaze, knowing that everything you’ve done up to this point has led to this moment.

He shifts slightly, a subtle movement, and then he reaches into his coat pocket. When his hand emerges, it's holding something small—something delicate. You don't need to see it to know what it is. A white rose. The same rose, the same symbol he’s left with the last body

"Did you notice it, detective?" he says, his voice now a low murmur, dangerously close. "The rose I left on the body… for you."

Your throat tightens. You can’t quite explain it, but there's something about that rose, something about him, that stings in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant. Your pulse quickens, the sensation crawling under your skin like the faintest whisper of a secret you don’t want to keep.

"Everything I’ve done, every step, has been for you to find. To understand," he continues, eyes never leaving yours. "You were never just part of the chase. You were meant to be my equal. My partner."

A cold shiver snakes down your spine. "Partner?" you echo, though the word feels foreign on your tongue.

He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that promises destruction. "You have a choice, detective. You can stand with me… or you can stand against me. But understand this," he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "if you choose the latter, you’ll be hunting me forever. And you’ll never catch me."

"Why are you doing this to me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because you're like me," he said simply. "You just haven't admitted it yet." "I'm nothing like you." "You're obsessed, With me, with the chase, with the darkness inside you. And you hate it, don't you? You hate how much you need this." "Shut up," You hissed, her hands curling into fists on the table. "You're going to have to choose," he said, his tone soft but unrelenting. "Them or me. The badge or the thrill. You can't have both." You stared at him, your chest heaving. "This isn't a game." "Oh, but it is," he said, his smirk returning. "And you're losing, Detective." His words hang in the air like a warning, like an invitation. Your fingers itch to grab your gun, to end this once and for all. It would be so easy—pull the trigger, silence him forever, end the chaos he’s woven into your life.

But you can’t move.

You’re frozen, caught in his web, his presence wrapping around you like a noose. The anger in your chest burns, but it’s tangled with something else—something darker, something you can’t name.

He stands slowly, towering over you, his shadow casting long across the table. Your breath catches, and for a fleeting moment, you think he might touch you. The idea terrifies you. It excites you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he leans down, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. His voice is low, smooth as silk, but it cuts through you like a knife.

“See you next Friday,” he whispers.

And then he’s gone, the air around you suddenly too empty, too cold. You don’t move for a long time, your mind spinning, your heart pounding against your ribs. You should hate him. You should want to stop him. But the truth settles over you like a weight you can’t shake.

You don’t want to catch him.

You want to keep him.

He’s leaving you with a decision. One that will alter the course of everything.

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The dim light of Anton’s apartment cast long shadows across the walls, the only sound the faint ticking of an old clock. Anton stood by the window, sipping whiskey as he watched the city below. From up here, the world seemed so small, so insignificant. And yet, somewhere out there, you were thinking about him.

You always were.

He smirked at the thought, setting the glass down on the windowsill. You had no idea how deeply you were tangled in his web. You believed you were playing his game, but the truth was, you were the game. Every move you made was exactly what he wanted— your frustration, your obsession, your desperation. You thought you were chasing him, but really, he was leading you, step by step, toward your own undoing.

You fascinated Anton in a way no one else ever had. You were relentless, brilliant even, but there was something broken in you—a crack in your armor that you couldn't resist poking at. You didn't realize it yet, but you were just like him.

And that was why Anton couldn't let you go.

He turned away from the window, crossing the room to his desk. A single white rose sat in a small vase, its petals pristine and soft. He reached out, brushing his fingers against them, his mind drifting back to their last meeting.

The look in your eyes when he leaned in, the way your breath hitched just slightly— you hated him, yes, but there was something else there, too. Something darker.

You wanted him. Maybe not consciously, not yet, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface. He could feel it every time they spoke, every time you looked at him like you were trying to decide whether to shoot him or kiss him.

And he was going to use that.

But not because he cared about you. No, whatever obsession he had with you was born of something far more twisted. He didn't want you. He wanted to break you. To watch you fall apart piece by piece, to see the fire in your eyes turn to ash.

Because in the end, you were just another puzzle to solve, another plaything to discard. And when you were done with her-when you were no longer useful, when you no longer entertained Anton—he would kill you.

He'd already planned it, of course. The where, the how, the little details he'd leave behind to taunt the rest of the department. Your death would be his masterpiece, the final act in their little game. But not yet.

No, not yet.

He wasn't finished with you. Not while you still served a purpose. As long as you protected him, erased evidence,and kept the wolves at bay, you were useful.

And as long as you remained obsessed with him, he could control you. The thought made him smile. You didn't realize it yet, but you were already his. You would never catch him because you didn't want to. You wanted him, the monster you were supposed to destroy. And when the time came, when you were too far gone to save yourself, he would take everything from you.

But for now, Anton would let you chase him. Let you believe you had a chance of catching him. It was more fun that way.

Anton picked up the rose, twirling it between his fingers before setting it back in the vase. He had another Friday night meeting to prepare for, after all. This one would be different. This one would be personal.

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The precinct buzzes with its usual hum of activity—phones ringing, voices overlapping, the occasional shuffle of papers. But it feels louder tonight, every sound grating against your nerves as you sit at your desk, staring at the case files spread out in front of you.

You’ve been here for hours, combing through the same evidence, reading the same lines over and over until the words blur together. It’s not helping. You know it won’t help. Still, you keep reading, pretending to be the dedicated detective they all think you are. Pretending you haven’t already made your choice.

“Detective?”

The voice makes you flinch, and you look up to see Sohee standing next to your desk, holding a stack of reports. His expression is somewhere between concern and exhaustion.

“You okay?” he asks, lowering his voice. “You’ve been on edge all day.” “I’m fine,” you snap, a little too quickly. He frowns, setting the reports down. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’ve been staring at the same file for the past hour.” You glance down at the papers in front of you, realizing he’s right. You’ve read this page at least five times, but you couldn’t recall a single word. “It’s nothing,” you mutter, closing the file and shoving it aside. “I just need to focus.” Sohee doesn’t move. “This is about the lab tampering, isn’t it?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral. “What about it?” “We think someone erased the partial print,” he says, lowering his voice further. “IT’s running a trace now, but whoever did it knew what they were doing. This isn’t just a random mistake. Someone inside the department is covering for him.”

You feel the words hit you like a hammer, but you keep your face calm. Calm is all you have now. You shrug, feigning disinterest. “You don’t know that yet. It could’ve been a glitch.” Sohee narrows his eyes, studying you like he’s trying to peel back the layers. “A glitch doesn’t explain this. And I know this case is getting to you. You can talk to me, you know.” You hate the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the victim in all this. Like you’re struggling to stay afloat instead of swimming deeper into the abyss you chose.

“I said I’m fine,” you snap, pushing your chair back abruptly.

“Come o—” “I said I’m fine!” The words come out sharper than you intended, echoing in the room. A few heads turn, but you don’t care. Your chest feels tight, your pulse pounding in your ears. Without waiting for Sohee’s response, you grab your jacket and storm out of the room, the sound of your boots echoing against the tiled floor.

Outside, the cool night air hits you like a slap, but it doesn’t calm you. Your hands are shaking, your mind racing as you walk aimlessly, trying to outrun the weight of your choices.You’ve crossed so many lines now that you can’t even see them anymore. You’ve lied, tampered with evidence, betrayed the people you once called your team.

And for what? The answer settles in your chest like a stone.

For him.

You’ve made your choice. You don’t belong in the precinct anymore. You don’t belong with them. You belong to him, tangled in the web he’s spun around you. You pull your phone from your pocket, your fingers hovering over his number. For a moment, you hesitate, the ghost of the person you used to be whispering that it’s not too late to turn back.

But you know better.

You press the call button.

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The dim light of Anton’s apartment felt suffocating in its intimacy. The air was heavy with something unspoken, something electric, as you stood in the middle of the room, your eyes roaming over the neatly stacked case files and crime scene photos he'd laid out before you. Your fingers brushed the edge of one photo-an image you'd seen countless times on the precinct's evidence board. A young woman, her face frozen in a scream. You should have felt something. Horror. Revulsion. But instead, all you felt was a strange calm.

You weren't a detective anymore. Not really. "You wanted the truth," Anton said from the doorway, his voice low, almost bored. He sipped from a glass of whiskey, his sharp eyes watching you as if he were studying an experiment. "There it is."

"And you're giving it to me now? Why?"

"And you're giving it to me now? Why?" you asked, your voice soft, almost curious.

He smirked, setting his glass down on the counter and crossing the room with that predatory grace you'd come to recognize. "Because you've earned it, Detective. You've proven yourself...useful." The word stung, but you pushed the feeling away. "That's it? I'm useful?" Anton stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body. "You're more than that," he said, his voice dipping lower, almost tender. "You're like me."

The words hung in the air, and you felt your stomach tighten. "Like you," you repeated, searching his face for a lie. "Why me, Anton? Why did you choose me?" He smiled faintly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was almost gentle, but there was nothing gentle about the look in his eyes. "Because you understand," he murmured. "You don't even realize it yet, but you're just like me. The same darkness, the same hunger." Your breath hitched, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him. "I'm not like you," you whispered, even as your hands betrayed you, reaching for him, clutching his shirt like you needed to hold onto something solid. "No?" he asked, tilting his head. "Then why are you here, huh? Why did you cover for me? Why did you destroy that evidence?" You didn't have an answer. Or maybe you didn't want to say it out loud.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You don't want to catch me. You want to keep me." The truth of his words hit you like a blow, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed him.

It was desperate, messy, full of everything you'd been holding back. He didn't hesitate, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you against him, his mouth claiming yours with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

Anton backed you toward the couch, your breaths mingling, your bodies pressing together like you couldn't get close enough. His hands slid under your shirt, his touch hot against your skin, and you shivered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Do you feel it now?" he murmured against your lips. "The darkness? It's in you, Detective. Just like it's in me

You gasped as he kissed along your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts you didn't want to face, but his touch drowned them all out, leaving only the heat, the need.

He pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over yours, his weight grounding you as his hands explored, his lips tracing a line down your neck. You pulled him closer, your nails raking down his back, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer.

In that moment, you weren't a detective.

You weren't anything but his.

Your hands are on him, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him like you need air. His hands are just as desperate, sliding over your waist, your back, anchoring you against him.

You don't know when you moved, but suddenly, you're pressed against the floor, his body caging yours in. His lips trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you shiver, your head falling back against the cool surface. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmurs against your throat, his voice dark and taunting. You don't answer. You can't. Your fingers are in his hair, pulling him closer, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as his hands explore every inch of you.

It's madness. It's destruction. And it's everything you've ever wanted.

You're soft under Anton’s hands, pliant, like clay waiting to be shaped. You don't even realize how far gone you are, how much you’ve already given up.

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Foolish girl.

Anton plays the part, whispering the words you want to hear, touching you in places only he knows, evoking his name in broken thrusts and whispering, letting you think this is something real. He bets you're already thinking about what comes next.

Only he know’s what's coming.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, the sounds of distant sirens and muffled voices filtering through the window. You lay beside Anton, your breathing steady but shallow, your body still pressed close to his. Anton doesn’t dare move, staring at the ceiling with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You thought this meant something. He could feel it in the way you had clung to him, the way your lips trembled when you kissed him, as if you were giving in to something you’d been fighting for too long. The way you moaned his name when he thrusted into you, the way you grabbed onto his hair as he kissed you in your most sensitive place, the way you looked at him afterward, your dark eyes searching his face like you might find some kind of salvation there.

It was almost funny.

No, it was funny.

Poor you, Anton thought, suppressing a laugh. So desperate, so broken, so easy to manipulate. Of mutual surrender, but you didn't see the strings he'd been pulling from the very beginning. You didn't see that every step you’d taken— every decision, every compromise-had been orchestrated by him.

And now you were here, in his bed, completely at Anton’s mercy.

He turned his head slightly to look at you. Even now, you looked conflicted, like you were still trying to reconcile what you’d done. Your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your face soft in the dim light. You looked vulnerable. Fragile.

You disgusted him.

Not because of what you’d done-no, Anton wanted this. Planned for it. But because you were so predictable, so human. You thought you were so so so different, so special, but in the end, you were just like everyone else. Easy to break, easy to control.

Anton turned back to the ceiling, his smirk widening. He could still feel your lips on his, the heat of your body against his, the weight of your trust pressing down on him like a gift he never asked for.

It was ironic, really. You thought you were getting closer to him, unraveling his secrets, but in reality, you were the one unraveling. You didn't even realize how far you’d fallen, how deep you were in his web.

Soon, Anton thought, his mind already spinning with ideas for what came next. He'd push you further, make you do things you’d never forgive yourself for. And when you were broken, when you had nothing left, Anton would be there to finish the job.

Because that was the endgame, wasn't it?

To destroy you completely.

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This fic is basically two dumb bitches telling each other exactly!

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nerd!anton x nerd!reader | 5.1k words

a request i got and it kinda made me go a little insane.

contains: anton pretends to be an insecure little nerd to plot on the reader, fingering, reader is implied to be a virgin

Anton is a sweetheart. He’s non assuming and soft spoken, so quiet that he has to clear his throat each time he speaks. He’s kind, always extending the same tenderness and patience to people he received as a child. He’s one of the few men in his program that the girls didn’t have trouble approaching if they had a question or trouble with an assignment. 

Each time anyone approached him with a question he was helpful, pushing his thick frames up his face before leaning to the paper. With a pencil he’d mark where the mistake was, and explaining it with a gentle voice that had girls leaning in even closer. 

After they got a smell of his cologne and the look of his soft skin everything else was easy. The girls would tilt their heads in curiosity about Anton, intrigued at how someone so shy made it this far in life. How someone was so cute from afar but something more once you got close. All he had to do was avoid their eyes and chew his lip a few times before they were sliding their phones over to him.

Just in case I need help with another assignment.

Anton’s eyes would always widen in shock. Not from the surprise of being pursued but just how easy it all was. The girls never found out that Anton was red in the face from the rush and he ducked his head to hide a smile of satisfaction. They would laugh lightly seeing his reaction, observing what they thought was insecurity. Before going on about their day they’d touch his shoulder or pull on him playfully.

Anton is a sweetheart.

But he also has a problem.

He knows he does. His friends compared it to a sweet tooth that bordered addiction, or someone who would walk into a casino with a twenty dollar bill expecting to hit big. They sometimes even called Anton a psychopath when he’d get all giddy telling them about his day. 

Anton knew he had a problem, but it was hard to stop when he got the sweet fix or hit the jackpot each time. Nothing could top the feeling of euphoria Anton would get when he’d come to one of those girls after they asked him to come to their place. He’d look at the messages in the comfort of his room and smile, knowing what it meant when they’d preface the study session by saying they were alone. He’s addicted to the game he’d play every time, faking the shy and insecure nerd that pretty girls were going to eat for dinner. Like they were throwing him a bone by inviting him to their apartment or dorm under the guise of doing homework. 

They’d answer the door in something easy to take off or something that would cling to them like a second skin. If they were particularly desperate it’d be both, yoga pants that showed everything and a cropped shirt that rode up with every movement. Anton loved shamelessly gawking at the girls behind his glasses, shuffling from foot to foot in front of them before they invited him in. He waited for each direction, eyes darting around their room before he was invited to sit down or told to take out his notebook. He would purposefully be a step behind, showing how lost he was to be in a room that didn’t belong to him or his other intraverted friends.

He loved letting the girls make the first move. On their bed settling in as they really got a look at him in the setting of their room. Something about how clueless he was made the girls all the more strung up. He looked everywhere but at them, shrinking himself on their bed. His timidness made the girls love making the first subtle touch on his flexed arm, or purposefully grabbing his pencil so they could compare hand sizes. Anton loved acting like he was nervous wreck from the longing stares to the side of his face, like he hadn’t done this dance a million times before. He loved messing up his words while trying to act oblivious to the hungry look in their eyes. He loved the pretty smile the girls would get like he was the one falling into their trap. 

His absolute favorite part was when they’d turn his head with their soft hands. Anton would falter from the eye contact, letting his lips part in confusion as they focused on him. The notebooks and assignments between them long forgotten as they shuffled closer to him on the bed.

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” 

They’d always ask that. Voices light and airy, already having an answer in their mind.

“I have.” 

He’d always answer with a stutter. The falter in his voice never made them push any further. They assumed by Anton’s darting eyes that the number was so minuscule asking about it would only embarrass him. 

(He stopped being embarrassed of his conquests a long time ago. He also stopped being able to keep track.)

Anton is a sweetheart, with a problem of seeing pretty girls eyes flash when they realize that he is more than capable.

The moment was always the same. The mood in the room would change when Anton would sheepishly take off his oversized hoodie. Each time silence would settle over the room when they saw what he was hiding underneath. His undershirt hugged close to his body, showing the chisel and the hard work he put in at the gym. When he was feeling tired while working out he’d replay the sight of the girls taking in his toned body. They’d reach out to touch his chest as if they were expecting it all to be fake, other times they would just let out a breathless wow.

He always basked in seeing the girls try to maintain their composure. They would become the ones averting their eyes and stumbling over their words. They would be shellshocked on their side of the bed, wondering what else he was hiding. But Anton was still sweet, he always was. He would always wait patiently to see if this was really what the girls wanted. He would pick at the seam of his pants and look down to the forgotten homework to let them know they could go back to what they were doing and pretend this never happened. But the obvious bulge in his pants always made pretty girls reach for the waistband of their pants without a second thought.

Anton was never sure if they gawked at him in an attempt to get his confidence up or if they were truly surprised. As if his build and height were no indicator, each time Anton took off his pants to reveal his dick they were always so shocked. That’s when the resolve would truly fall, when their jaws would drop and they’d blink their eyes from the sheer surprise. Precum would leak from his tip just from the sight of them coming to terms with what was twitching and red and angry in front of them.

“You’re big.”

The infliction in their voice was always different. Some girls would be excited, others would be confused, a few times they almost seemed disgusted. Like there was no way the shy kid in the back of the class was hiding this.

“Am I really?” 

Anton wasn’t an idiot. Even if he said it looking down at the bed, he knew that he was endowed and it was pretty. But sometimes he just needed to hear it an extra time, or look up to see a quick head nod when they couldn’t fathom saying it again. He was an insecure nerd after all. The quiet recluse in the back of class that barely had friends. An absolute sweetheart that threw girls around and manipulated their bodies into positions they didn’t even know about.

He loved being a good fuck. For a long time he believed he was put on the Earth to fuck pretty girls and to stop them from judging books by their covers. Anton was killing two birds with one stone by cooing at girls condescendingly while he gave them everything. It was his civic duty to exert his strength and to kiss girls until they were breathless and his glasses fogged. Each time he heard I didn’t know you had that in you an angel gained it’s wings. Whenever they’d tell their girlfriends what the shy nerd did to them in their dorm Anton was making the world a better place. Sometimes he would get called back, sometimes he would run through entire friend groups just to prove he was really committed to the cause. 

No matter how many people Anton fucked, no one seemed to believe it. Like it was collective psychosis that the nerd was a good lay, or a big open secret everyone was hush about. Anton was still treated like he was meek, his soft nature made everyone believe he was an open book, so much to the point that they made wrong judgements about his character. He actually hated staying inside and enjoyed exploring the city and trying new things with his friends. He was a sensitive person but he could also advocate for himself and admit when he was wrong. He was quiet, but only because he valued personal, quiet conversations more than anything. 

He eventually learned that people’s preconceived notions of him couldn’t be helped. Anton could fuck the entirety of the campus and people would still treat him like he was made of glass. He decided to be an optimist, finding the silver lining in people assuming he was the sweetheart with a cute smile. Their perception of him could’ve been worse, being shy was infinitely better than being loud and obnoxious. So when people would assume things about Anton’s personality he would only react positively. He would let his eyes go wide, acting shocked when someone would tell him about their first impression of him. 

“I thought you were an asshole at first.”

You told Anton nonchalantly, as if his whole world didn’t crumble. You didn’t even spare him a second glance as you wrote on your lab report. You were too busy adjusting the calculations and reading over the proper way to dispose the chemicals a million times to make sure it was right while Anton sputtered to himself. He was caught off guard by your honesty and surprisingly quick answer as if it was on the forefront of your mind. You only tilted your head up for a second before you had the answer. 

Anton didn’t know what to do about you. Just when he thought he had seen every girl in his major you came along, sitting in the back of class with him. You seemed to be the recluse of a person everyone mistook Anton for. You were in and out of class, not bothering to raise your hand during discussions or to socialize with your peers. You also didn’t seem to latch onto him like other girls of his major did. When they looked for Anton’s face in the lecture hall you walked right past him, not bothering to look up from your notebook or laptop. For the first time in his life Anton felt compelled to make the first move. He thought that you two had built up a good rapport, and that you saw him as your kindhearted and resigned classmate.

But you saw him as anything but that. You said it confidently too, and loud enough for your classmates at the next lab table to look over.

“What do you mean?” Anton said quietly.

You frowned looking up from the pamphlet. You were visibly annoyed, you even motioned to the undisposed chemicals to show him that you two still had class.

“Can we talk about this when our grade isn’t at stake, please?” You asked.

You weren’t commanding for his benefit. You weren’t taking into account that he might be afraid to hear a negative opinion about himself. You weren’t looking at him like girls had before, like you were trying to pick him apart for your own entertainment. You were willing to put validation for Anton on the back burner because you had other things to do. When Anton would have girls gush over him you were benevolent, indifferent to his fake insecurities. 

The more you paid attention to your work rather than him, Anton found himself scrambling. He was working hard for your affection. When the teacher announced that class was over and lab reports were due the next morning he leapt at the chance to invite himself over. He was supposed to be shy and insecure, getting nervous over the mere thought of being alone with the opposite sex. His facade went over your head. Instead, Anton watched you do the cost-benefit analysis of inviting him over before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright. Just follow me.” You said before setting a ridiculously fast paced speed walk to the other side of campus.

But Anton followed you. He bobbed and weaved through crowds and essentially chased you across the common area while you continued on your pace. Other girls would walk with Anton, trying to pry information out from his clammy hands. You barely spared a second glance over your shoulder like you were trying to lose him. Anton followed you all the way to your dorm, then up the stairs, then waited for you beside your door as you put your backpack on your desk and pulled up a chair next to yours. You didn’t extend an invitation towards Anton to take a seat. 

He waits for you to step in. He’s laid the trap by taking off his hoodie even though you kept your room cold, and shuffled his seat closer to yours. He put his elbows on the table next to yours coming closer to the lines you stopped writing on your paper.

He laid the trap. He can see you hesitate, looking from him to the assignment and then back to him. Anton keeps his eyes on the paper, rubbing his fingers over his lips to stop himself from smiling.

“Do you work out?” You asked.

Your voice didn’t have the sultry infliction that girls usually had when they asked him that question. You didn’t reach across and squeeze his toned bicep or shamelessly drag your eyes over his broad shoulders. You asked the question simply, no other intention except for wanting an answer.

“I do. Sometimes.” Anton said.

You only hummed and went back to your paper. Anton scooted closer to you, hoping his Le Labo Lavande 31 and the hand across the back of your chair was invading your space enough for you to really get a good look at him. Anton watched your eyes dart again. You were nervous, eyes wide and Anton felt the rush.

“You smell nice.” You said.

The line was pulled from the trap. You’re caged in and Anton looks to you. He knows about the death grip you have on your pencil, it makes him brave enough to invade your space even more.

“You forgot to write your observations here.” Anton says, trying to make lab reports as sexy as possible. 

This assignment would’ve been abandoned a long time ago. If this was anyone else it would’ve never made it out of their backpack. You were adamant about your work, looking at the tips of his pretty fingers where you left a spot blank. He should have his report out too. He should be writing something just like you try to, instead Anton leans closer and he swears the pencil in your hand is going to break from the pressure. 

Is this how he should’ve been acting with those girls all that time? This is real nerves rolling off your body. The anxiety almost makes Anton nervous by extension, he shivers when he finally lets his hand on the back of your chair touch your body. You stiffen and he’s amazed. You went from being indifferent to being too aware. He feels you back away slightly, but when his hand tightens on your shoulder you lean in. You’re hot and cold, not knowing what you want. He can feel you tremble, and your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips. 

“I’ve never done anything before.”

Anton comes closer. His hand that pointed at a random thing on your paper turns into a fist as he distracts you completely. He brings himself forward until he’s in your line of sight, even when you try so hard to look at anything but him. He smirks when your eyes dart past him, and he fully lets his arm rest across your back. You’re malleable, before you refused to even bend to him but now you move from his slightest touch.

“What do you mean?” He asks. “You’ve never done what before?”

He should go for the nerds more often. The way you already seem sweaty and antsy just from thinking about what is happening makes Anton want to play with you some more. He knows it’s perverse, like a dog playing a smaller animal to death. He wants to see if you’ll twitch, if you’re playing dead just to try and make a run for it. 

“I’ve never—I know that—” Anton raises his eyebrows and nods to each one of your broken statements. “It just seems like—”

“Like what?” He smiles and nudges you. His smile is toothy, yours is tightlipped to a straight line. “C’mon. Talk to me.” He continues.

“You smell really good.” You repeat.

You’re the twitching body of a mouse in his jaws. He just smile and nods at your statement, how you go back to saying old things in an attempt to catch your footing. He forces you to sit in the uncomfortable silence. He waits for you to say something knowing you can’t, he waits for you to touch him even if you’re caught like a deer in the headlights.

“I look good too, right?” He starts drawing shapes on your shoulder.

He’s having too much fun. He’s entertained seeing your intelligence fail you. You’re stumped, you drop your pencil to fully clench your fist. 

The pencil is rolling back and forth on your lab report, the small sound is the only thing that speaks. You’re still desperately trying to figure out how you got into this situation, how one thing led to another so quickly that his hand is reaching underneath the sleeve of your shirt.

“You look good, Anton.” You agree.

“Thanks.” Anton smiles and you do too, averting your eyes and nodding to yourself to feign indifference. Anton looks down to your shirt, still playing with your skin underneath your sleeve. “You do too.” He says.

Another bout of silence. You let yourself be touched, hands still clenched on top of the table. Anton rests his hand on top of your fist, smoothing over the protruding veins trying to coax them open. This is more fulfilling than playing with popular girls. The game still hasn’t ended for him. He’s on the fifth consecutive jackpot when you finally open your mouth again.

“I don’t.” Your hand opens and Anton clasps over it, smiling to himself when it disappears. “I don’t know what you want me to do.” You stutter.

You’re too cute for your own good. Finally you look at him with big eyes and your eyebrows raised. You give into his touches a little more, finally warming up to all the attention. Still your pupils shake, and Anton brings his hand from your shoulder to your face to keep you from turning away.

“Can I make you feel good?” He asks.

You could barely nod before Anton was guiding you up from your chair and backing you towards your bed. He watched you stumble when the back of your legs hit the edge. You looked up at him, your pretty eyes already looking wet. Maybe he really did have a problem. Because he loved seeing them widen in surprise when he put his hands underneath your arms, lifting you up just enough to set you on the edge of your bed. He loved seeing your jostled expression and the tiny yelp when you landed so perfectly on your sheets.

Anton watched you stay in place, catching your breath from the sudden movement. He watched your chest still as his hands went to the bottom of his tank top. He’s grateful to have such a captive audience. There’s no way he can pretend to be shy after this. You’re astonished as he slowly lifts his shirt, and he watched you shamelessly stare at him before you realized he could see you. 

Anton let you eat him alive before he came up to you, until you had to tilt your head upwards to see him. You didn’t dare lift your hands from the bed, like he was going to disappear the moment you touched him. Like he was straight from a dream you only looked up to him, waiting for what he was going to do next. Anton wonders if you thought you’d end up in this position, with him looming over you and his hand creeping to a spot under your chin. He absolutely can’t stop doing this. The view is too pretty, your stillness is addicting. Like you’re too afraid to even breathe too loud in case it’d break the tension. He bends closer to your lips, eyes still open after you screw yours shut. You preemptively grip your mattress for dear life and he can’t help but smile.

He smiles into the kisses, each peck bringing you closer and closer to your mattress. When your back is against the sheets Anton climbs on, refusing the break contact. You look so pretty underneath him, eyes squeezing shut again when another wave of realization hits you. You’ve never been in this position before, with someone like Anton looming over you while still being so sweet. He runs his hand over the apple of your cheek, and fixes your shirt that left your stomach exposed.

“Is this okay?” Anton asks.

He knows it is, because your legs seemed to spread a little bit more and more with each passing second. By the time his hand drifts down to your neck you’re completely open, your soft pants bunching at the place Anton wants to touch you next. The valley of your chest gives him a straight path down, and your bent legs open further.

“Want me to touch you?” He asks.

He knows he’s cruel. You’re metaphorically dead and his face is covered in blood, but still he continues. He’s jumping around your body, reaching out a playful hand like you have the life to play back.

“Please touch me.” You whine pitifully.

Anton presses a chaste kiss to your forehead as his hands work past the elastic band of your pants and underwear. You flinch from his hands, then you preen your hips towards his fingers, then you pull back. He’s mocking when he coos at you, the time pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He almost feels bad. You’re clearly fighting against something, your eyes are shut tight as you press your head into the mattress. Anton tries kissing your eyes open, but it only makes you squeeze them tighter.

With you writhing underneath him, he took the time to look around your room. Your little pegboard above your desk where you had calendar marked with all the important due dates of upcoming assignments. Your neatly placed books and papers, your stuffed animals around your pillows. You didn’t make your bed this morning, instead laying on crumbled sheets and gripping whatever you could get your hands on. Your hand went to Anton’s forearm and clutched it, whimpering something that he couldn’t decipher.

“Does it feel good?” He asks.

You nod, and when Anton tries to pull away he feels your nails dig into his forearm. You seem unaware of what you’re doing, how you’re silently begging him to keep going. You’re just moving underneath him, already beginning to twitch helplessly. Anton purposefully pushes his fingers deeper into your clit until he knows he’s bringing you the smallest amount of pain. He’s pulling the strings, watching your body react to him because you can’t control it. By this point the girls would already be asking him to take his pants off, but you can’t even form a coherent thought. He’s having fun in his jeans, watching you twitch and twist and grip his arm with all your might.

“Anton.”

You flick your hips up and he presses his hand to your hip, pinning you to the bed. You still try to swivel, useless against his strength. He’s intrigued that you aren’t trying to be defiant but you simply can’t help it. All the other girls were pliant immediately, so desperate to please the quiet boy in class they underestimated. You’re defiant because you can’t handle it.

“What’s up?” He asks.

His completely even voice makes you whine. The flush across your cheeks tells him you’re embarrassed, red hot and real unlike his facade.

You don’t answer him. You just dig your nails into his arm and attempt to get his prodding fingers to slide in. He raises his eyebrows at your not-so-subtle attempts to get him to inside of you.

“You want me to finger you?” He asks.

You nod like a good girl and Anton almost feels bad for asking you the question in a mocking tone. He makes up for it by giving you what you want immediately, sucking in a deep breath to match your deep breath. He smiles when he sees you arch off the bed. This is so much more entertaining than anything else. Just two fingers has you making unfiltered noises and gripping the sheets. Anton has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing, and he has half a mind to ask you if you’re okay in a serious tone. But he just continues driving his fingers into your hole.

He picks up the speed, just to hear the lewd sound you two make. It’s wet, Anton can already feel the mess on the palm of his hand. He pulls your waistband down to your knees, bringing your thighs closer together. He has to fight against your soft thighs clenching around his hand. He’s still able to drive his fingers in and out of your heat. He likes the resistance even though you clearly want more. Anton is surprised when you lift your shirt on your own accord. It’s obvious you’re doing it to relieve some of the heat you feel, but he’s still flattered nonetheless. His hand presses against your stomach, applying force to the lowest part.

“I can’t.” You whimper.

That’s when Anton finally laughs. He chuckles at how panicked you sound and how you turn your head in embarrassment.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks while picking up the speed of his hand.

You nod your head but when Anton tries to pull his hand away you clench your thighs to keep him in place. He chuckles again, situating one legs on the side of your body and the other between your closed legs. He casts a shadow on you below him, and he can see your eyes open the slightest bit from his movements. He drives your legs apart with his knee, and continues pumping that spot deep in you that leaves you shaking your head.

“I can’t.” You whimper.

“You can.” Anton sees your eyes open, wide and staring directly at him as he drives your legs apart further. “You’re so close.” He says.

Your entire body moves from the speed of his fingers. Even your chests jumps underneath your shirt, and he wants to lift it up to reveal the rest of you. He lets you take it at your own pace since you’re giving him so much already. He just pinches and grabs a handful of your stomach, marveling in how soft you are.

“So cute.” Anton coos. “You had no idea, right?” He asks.

You shake your head and you don’t stop shaking it, like you’re trying to will away your impeding orgasm. Anton watches all of it. He’s never had a pretty girl twitch for him so much, or reach a greedy hand up to grip your chest. Something you do when you’re close, something he wants to do for you. His hand superimposes yours, and grips harder too. You’re arching into his palm and preening your hips on his fingers, and then he watches your body go rigid.

“You’re cumming.” Anton teases.

Your whimpering yes rips through the room, and Anton feels wound up himself. He has to set his sights on something else. Pretty confident girls are fun, but seeing your shame manifest in the way you push and pull at him is much more intoxicating. He likes that he knows what you want but you’re too scared to say it, it’s your body that has to act on its own to fulfill your needs. When you continue going, and your strangled moans turn to broken oh my God’s and your legs start shaking, Anton knows he won’t be able to get enough. He keeps pushing you further because he knows you can take it, and you continue whimpering. He doesn’t stop until you sound panicked, and your hand starts pushing his away.

He still looks down at you with a smile on his face. Your head is turned towards your fluffy comforter, exhaling and inhaling so hard you move the fur with your breath. He’s satisfied seeing what he’s done to you, and he’s even more amused when you turn your head to face him.

Your eyes are wide, your lips are swollen and slick from your mindless drooling. Anton feels something in his chest when your eyes move past his body to the prominent bulge in his pants. He’s a step ahead, shaking his head and moving back to rest on his haunches. That comes later, when he plays with you some more and you start voicing how badly you want to please him. When you reach your hand towards his crotch Anton grabs your hand instead, intertwining your fingers.

“I just wanted to make you feel good.” He says.

He’s a sweetheart, after all.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

heyyyy i’m alive

thinking really hard about how mean yunho is when he can tell you’re getting flustered. it doesn’t matter the reason. maybe you’re just really horny and find every little thing he does attractive. maybe you’re just having one of those days when you just can’t quite quell your desire to just climb all over him.

whatever the reason, he notices immediately. your thighs pressed together. your thoughts clearly not on the words coming out of his mouth. your eyes focusing heavily on his lips when he talks.

and how you don’t seem to notice when he stops talking. your mind to focused on the veins that run down his neck. the soft skin of his chest partially exposed by his shirt. the way his cheeks show off their natural flush.

and he’s not offended that you just completely ignored the words he had to say. in fact, he flattered that your head is so easily distracted by just his presence in front of you.

he thinks it’s so precious when you gasp as he grabs your chin and forces you to look in his eyes, “my eyes are up here, angel.” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing a bit of your lip gloss across your cheek. smiling and chuckling at you when you sucked his thumb into your mouth, “fuck, you’re so pathetic.” shaking his head as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger. “i wonder what kind of filthy thoughts up in that pretty head of yours. i know you’re too dumb to think of anything else, aren’t you baby?”

and you just nod mindlessly. only really thinking about how bad you want him to grab you by the hair and fuck your throat until he cums all over your face.

but you know he’s up to something when he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and cups your cheek.

“yuyu…” you whine, praying that he’d never stop touching you.

“hmm…maybe later,” he kissed your forehead and drops his hand from your cheek. and you practically collapse into his chest. gripping at his shirt and burying your face into his neck. “you needy little thing. not an ounce of shame in you, is there? i bet you’d fucking beg on your knees for me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

you nod. muttering a whiny “please” into his neck.

he grabs you by the hair, yanking you back and sparing a long stare into your eyes, “ well then…beg for me baby,” and he slides his phone out of his pocket as he pushes you to your knees, “and speak loud and clear so everyone can hear you.”

[lovelyannoyingcher]

A dream 💫🥺

anton as your affectionate bf: headcanons

this is so long help + it’s organized in sections 😁😁

💭 anton x fem!reader

💭 texts in pink: oc, texts in blue: anton

💭 fluff fluff fluff (and crack)

physical touch

- anton might be the humanized version of ‘physical touch.’

- hand always on ur back or around ur hips

- top of the head kisses

- fixing ur necklace or hair while you’re talking

- as long as you’re in the same room, anton can’t last a minute without physical contact.

- anton’s hand will always be on ur hip or around ur waist.

- he’s backhugging u like 30% of the day

- morning kisses. barely awake kisses.

- tracing anton’s nose while he’s sleeping (he’s actually awake so he’s giggling w his eyes closed)

- “TON I LOVE U BUT IT’S SO HOT. STOP HUGGING ME” “are we breaking up”

- waking up w his leg on you, his face nuzzled on ur neck, and his hand placed light on ur head — it’s a heavy morning.

- “can i bite you?” */stares at anton for 5mins* “is that a yes”

- imagine being against pda while dating a guy who'd tear up if you sit on the other side of the table at dinner? yea, anton.

- fav kissing spot: anton’s nose

- his fav kissing spot: */his nose bled while trying to answer the question

- you guys would last for 5hrs on the couch in silence as long as anton’s wrapped around you

down bad anton

- when he’s talking about his day but you’re rlly focused on what he’s saying so he got flustered all of a sudden “stop staring at me, you’re making me nervous” — “YOU’RE telling a story, where else am i supposed to look at?”

- suddenly smiling from ear to ear during breakfast because “1 year ago, i just thought you’re really nice to me and now i’m eating breakfast with you in our shared apartment” */insert anton giggles (and grumpy you ‘coz u js woke up & he’s talking non sense)

- smiling from ear to ear whenever he hears ur name in his group of friends. (would result to 1hr of anton yapping about how cute you were yesterday and the day before that, and two weeks ago)

- anton buying matching EVERYTHING. and giving them to you with a shy smile.

- matching rings, matching trinkets, matching bracelets, matching phone cases— told u, everything.

- “why are you hugging me all of a sudden?” “you’re the cutest i adore you so much” (you’re just eating bread)

- “hi, can we date with the intention of marrying you & having pets as many as you want”, “anton, we’ve been together for almost two years”, “oh, i thought i was being delusional”

- even on casual days, anton would send his newly made playlists for you.

- "i'm gonna take a nap" "okay, me too" "are you sleepy?" "no" "then why..?" "i wanna take a nap with you"

- anton taking care of you when you're sick. and you always feel bad. "baby, sleep somewhere elsee. you'll catch my fever" "i can't sleep without you next to me"

- "have i told you that i love you?" - anton says while eating dinner.

- anton having five story highlights with just you

- anton using a photo of the two of you as his profile photo in every social media platform.

- has two pouches of things that you MIGHT need in his everyday bag (thats why his bags r always gigantic)

- anton's really expressive. he's expressive but would get shy right after saying that he loves you.

cute stuff

- "they're cute, they're just like us" - anton w every single couple in a romance movie

- anton learning how to cook your favorite foods & baking ur fav pastries at home

- would always be on a facetime w u even in social events (he can’t function w/o seeing u)

- anton massaging u after a long week !!!

- handwritten notes :(

- anton writing post-its and sticking it on ur forehead while you’re sleeping whenever he has to leave early in the morning

- anton writing DETAILED handwritten letters for you every monthsary to tell u his favorite moments w u that month, to tell u that he’s proud of u for every single thing that u’ve done that month. he’s such a words of affirmation guy.

- anton not ordering a lot because he knows that u get full easily so he’ll get to eat ur leftovers anyway

- but anton would always make sure that you’ll eat A LOT. that’s why he’ll research a lot about the restaurant menus that you’ll eat in.

- anton brushing your hair every night

- anton letting you style his hair (once went to work w pigtails)

- reading together (and anton falling asleep on ur shoulder right after one chapter)

- SUNDAY RESET IS ANTON’S FAVORITE DAY !!! the everything shower, doing each other’s nails, cooking together, eating a homemade fancy dinner with candles, talking about your week, and ending the day with wearing couple face masks while watching a 2000s romcom movie.

- anton going with you to ur nail appointment and him sitting next to you for 2 hours.

- anton’s closet is basicslly your closet, and your closet is basically anton’s.

- you wearing anton’s clothes & anton wearing your watches and accessories in a daily basis

- gazing at each other in the midst of the crowd, exchanging warmest smiles

- anton running to you to carry you in a hug

- you mentioning that you like this specific cake ONCE in a casual conversation and anton buying it for you every night.

- “did you hear something?” “BABY STOP SCARING ME”

- when you wanna wear something revealing but you asked anton first so now he doesn’t know if he’ll be mesmerized with you or he’ll be offended that you think he won’t let you wear that

- anton waiting for you to come home til midnight because he wants to have dinner with you (it’s 12am)

- anton carrying your handbag / shoulder bag as if it’s his bag.

soft spots

- arguments w antons barely happen but when it does, it often ends almost immediately.

- anton’s always the one to apologize first. even though you’re at fault, anton makes sure to talk to you without making you feel invalidated.

- anton’s definitely a date to marry guy. which is why during deep talks, he’s always talking about the future with you.

- anton finding you crying. he won’t ask why, he’ll just hug you warmly til you feel better. once you’re feeling better, he’ll buy u guys pints of ice cream and watch your comfort movie in silence and in each other’s arms.

- imagine anton’s soft voice welcoming you home after a tiring day. "how was your day, my love?" anton asks, carrying your bag, gently pulling you to the couch so he can massage your shoulders while you spend 2 hours talking about your day.

- mornings with anton are always so warm. you're cooking your breakfast while anton's just hugging you from the back. his face buried at the side of your neck, while talking casually about your plans for that day.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

I love fluff 🥺😩

boom boom heart ⋆⭒˚.⋆. ۫ ꣑ৎ anton lee

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ anton teaching you to play the bass ּ ֶָ֢.

idol! anton ୨ৎ reader fluff wc: 1.3k masterlist briize zone

time stands still, low melodies gliding through the motionless air of the small room. your body relaxes against the plain wall behind you, eyes closed, letting the hums of the bass carry you towards utopia- though in this moment you were certain you had reached your final destination.

this was pure nirvana, and you made a mental note to thank the universe for bringing you to this moment, or rather bringing this moment to you- for the person responsible for this high was just at arms length. you could let yourself sink into this feeling, letting all your worries wash away, but your attention was called for elsewhere. soft giggles travelled across the room, bouncing off your ears. you let your right eye slowly hatch open, peaking across the space until you landed on your boyfriend. anton offered a gentle smile as his eyes absorbed your energy.

you adored the way he looked at you, and he adored looking at you. you loved him, that you were sure of. unrestrained and honest love was a foreign concept for you, until it wasn’t. love was confusing and scary, but anton made it effortless and inviting. his love was soft as snow and warm as toast, his love was eternal. meeting him was your first encounter with the strings of fate, and soon enough they had wrapped around you like a fuzzy blanket.

“you’re cute” his hands slowly dropped from the frets of his bass guitar, the notes lingering in the air as his words harmonized with the remaining sound. you frowned, both at his comment and the lack of life that once filled your senses.

“you mean it?” you asked, your body tightening as you settle your hands on either side, pushing yourself upright. “always” he replied, leaning his instrument against the wall beside him, before motioning you to come closer with his fingers. you obliged, propelling forward, letting your feet take a couple steps until you were in front of the boy. your eyes meet for just a second, and then yours scan his face, admiring each and every feature, from his eyebrows, to his lips. god was he breathtakingly gorgeous.

he let his arms snake around your waist, tugging you down until you were sat on his lap. the comfort of the couch behind you was quickly forgotten, and you were sure nothing could compare to the warmth of his body against your cold one. on the other hand, he felt himself falling deeper into your cold figure, burying himself in the crook of your neck. the first time you shared a bed, anton had said you reminded him of the familiar feeling of diving into a pool, his pleasant yet distant past. he slept like a baby that night, and if it wasn’t for your current location, he could let himself dive into deep slumber.

you let your hand rise, finding its place between his long, black locks. he sighs, his breathe hot against your skin. “you tired?” you ask, knowing the answer. he hums in response, allowing himself mere seconds of rest before lifting his head, letting your eyes meet once again. “my fingers hurt” he frowns, and like a mirror you copy his expression, sharing his pain. his words are barely above a whisper, but they fire up your need to protect what’s in front of you.

your hand abandons his black ocean, coming down to grab his wrist and pulling it out from behind you. you bring his hand up to your eye level, taking notice of the calluses forming on the pads of his fingers. you brought them up to your lips, kissing each finger individually. he couldn’t help but smile, his lips curving upward the same way they did after you shared your first kiss. a year and many kisses later, he appeared just as rosy. “better?” you ask, bringing the same hand up to your chest. he rolls his eyes, “yes baby, you’ve healed me.” his teasing sends a wave of relief over you. he was exhausted, you could tell, but he was still your anton. that’s all that mattered.

you glance down towards the cause of your boyfriends tiredness, but you didn’t resent the object. instead you were grateful for it, for the joy it brings your boy, who had sacrificed more than you could imagine just to be sat in the space you occupied. anton’s eyes follow yours, landing on the bass, a slight scowl adorning his features. you could feel his muscles tighten around your body, as if the instrument was directing invisible shock waves your way.

you hate this, watching him struggle to stay awake during your time together. the only thing you could do was take his mind off whatever plagued it, a fairly simple task considering how utterly in love he was. anton’s eyebrows furrow as he feels your hand come up to cup his cheek, redirecting his attention. “can you teach me how to play?” you ask innocently- using this as the perfect opportunity to distract your boyfriend. he smiles, spinning the chair you were both currently in to face the wall, his free hand on your waist, holding your body steady.

“here grab it, i got you” he whispers in your ear, holding your body close to his while you bend over to grab the bass, as he promised. you giggle, your hands wrapping around the neck of the guitar, pulling it up until it’s pressed against your chest. anton repositions himself, your back flat against his hard chest. his hands glide up your arms, landing on each of yours. there was something about the way his large hands compared to your small ones that sent shivers down your spine. his slender fingers perfectly wrapping around yours, like they were meant to be, crafted to compliment each other.

anton moved your hands to the correct placement on the frets, his chin resting on your shoulder. “okay, this is a basic c-minor 7 chord, so just keep your fingers here and then use your right hand to strum” you struggled to get the right positioning, as your fingers barely made it all the way across the strings. the sound that erupted from the speaker after your first strum was enough to discourage even the strongest soul. you winced, peeking over your shoulder to give anton a sign that you knew this wasn’t your calling, only to find his eyes already on you, his face forming into a similar expression.

“this is hard” you whined, dropping your arms in protest. anton chuckled as he held onto the bass for you. “you just started, you can’t expect to be perfect” - “you started a couple days ago and you’re already a master!” he placed a kiss on the back of your head, a habit between the two. “i have an idea” he said, once again taking hold of your hands. this time, he placed your fingers on two strings, using his to fill in the ones you couldn’t reach. with his other hand, he moved yours to a slow, steady rhythm, similar to what he was playing before.

you smiled, enjoying the vibrations filling up your senses, this time in a pleasant way. anton placed a kiss on your neck, his hair tickling the back of your ear. “you’re doing good baby” he exclaimed in the loudest voice he could produce, feeling a sense of pride at what he accomplished with your lack of skills. you laugh at his words, knowing he was putting in all the work. “what can i say, i’m basically a pro” you say, earning a signature laugh from the boy. your heart skips, as this is the first time you’ve heard his sweet laugh in the past couple of hours you have been stuck in the studio.

“i love you”

the words come out naturally, he only speaks them every second of every day. yet, they somehow hold even more value in moments like these, where you’re vulnerable. you turn your head to face him, placing a quick peck on his plump lips before returning his words.

“i love you”

“you meant it?”

“always”

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ice skating with myungjae!!!!

day 9 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ ice skating!

myung jaehyun x reader [fluff, fem!reader (use of nickname)]

16:26 - “oh my god, it’s snowing! y/n! it’s snowing!”

you giggled, looking up at your boyfriend as you were doing up your boots, “i know, baby.”

“this is perfect,” he squealed, “oh i couldn’t have planned this any better.”

“oh you planned for it to snow, hmm?” you chuckled, placing your shoes in the lockers provided before moving towards the outside skating rink. it was laid out in front of a big, beautiful house, the fairy lights strung along the side complimenting the christmas mood, as well as the christmas songs blaring out of the speakers.

families and couples were covering the ice, myungjae bursting with pride at his idea of a date night after all his concerts.

“of course. i obviously had an intuition,” he beamed, giving you his arm and leading the two of you to the ice, where you began moving on shaky legs. “oh god, this is harder than i thought.”

he was giggling as he looked at up you, your scared face making him laugh even more.

“jaehyun don’t laugh at me!” you exclaimed, holding on tightly to his arm, myungjae cooing at you as he kissed your head.

“i’m not laughing at you,” he chuckled, “come on, we can’t be beaten by that couple over there.”

you rolled your eyes at his competitive behaviour, but tagged along anyway. jaehyun removed his arm from your grasp, finding his footing and skating along properly as he took your hand and helped you do the same.

“ah i can’t believe it’s snowing,” he hummed, looking up to the sky and sticking his tongue out. you skated along behind him, one hand grasped in his as you smiled at the view.

“thank you, baby,” you smiled, skating closer to him and grabbing onto his arm once again, jaehyun looked at you slightly confused before you continued, “for organising this. you’ve been so busy, i should’ve been the one—”

“blah blah blah,” he interrupted, a teasing smile on his face, “shut up. you’ve had a long, hard time at work before christmas break. this is the least i could do. plus, i wanted to spend some time with my girl.”

you smiled as myungjae wrapped his arms round you, the two of you stopping in the middle of the rink. you melted into his arms, humming in satisfaction when your boyfriend shrieked suddenly, pulling you out the way of an incoming skater.

he pulled away from your body, his hands gripping the sides of your arms with a shocked expression on his face. you laughed, hands moving from where they rested on his chest to tug at his scarf.

“jesus… no stopping,” you laughed, beginning to pull him to skate again. he latched onto your arm, clinging to your body as the two of you moved.

“it’s okay, i think we’re still winning,” he laughed, pointing covertly to the couple he’d talked about in passing earlier, now both laying on the ground.

you laughed, shaking your head, “yeah not against her though, damn!”

myungjae’s eyes scanned the ice, landing on a little girl doing jumping tricks in the middle.

“damn!” he laughed, his arm wrapped around you from the side as you skated at the regular pace of everyone else, “we keep coming here that can be our daughter.”

you rolled your eyes, “if our daughter’s anything like you she won’t have the co-ordination to be doing all that.”

[lovelyannoyingcher]

Cookie Chaos

December 8th

Part of the 31 Days of Fics Event

Genre: Fluff, Light 18+

Summary: Baking cookies with Sunwoo turns into a playful mess of flour and frosting, but when he pulls you close and kisses you, the kitchen becomes much hotter.

Word Count: 464

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"You're wasting so much flour!" you exclaimed, half-laughing and half-crying as Sunwoo flung another handful of it in your direction.

He was already doubling over in laughter, his hoodie dusted white. "Wasting? It's called creative baking."

"Oh really? And what part of dumping flour everywhere counts as creative?"

"It adds texture!" he shot back with a wink before lunging at you again, this time smearing frosting along your jawline.

You gasped, grabbing his wrist to stop him, but the grin on his face was impossible to resist. "Sunwoo, I swear, if you keep this up-"

"What?" he interrupted, cocking a brow and stepping closer. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Your breath caught as the teasing glint in his eyes darkened into something else entirely. He had you pinned now, his chest barely an inch from yours as your back pressed against the counter.

"I'm warning you," you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended.

"Go on, warn me," he murmured, his free hand sliding up to brush a streak of flour from your cheek. His touch lingered, his thumb grazing your skin in a way that made your heart stutter.

"Sunwoo.." you started, but your words dissolved into silence as he leaned in. His lips hovered over yours, so close you could feel his breath.

"You've got something here," he whispered, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth before brushing over your bottom lip.

The playful tension snapped, replaced by something far hotter as his lips finally captured yours. The kiss was nothing like the teasing you were used to-it was heated, his hand slipping to your waist to pull you flush against him. His lips were soft yet insistent, his body pressing you into the counter as your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie.

The sugary mess around you only heightened the moment, the sweetness of frosting on his tongue as the kiss deepened. His hand slid up your side, his fingers brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt, sending a shiver through you.

"Sunwoo," you gasped as he pulled back, his lips swollen and his eyes filled with mischief.

"You're the one who started this war," he said, his voice lower now, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. "What? Can't handle the heat?"

"Is this about baking or... something else?" you asked, breathless.

He smirked, leaning down to press a trail of kisses along your jawline. "Why not both?"

You couldn't help but laugh, even as your cheeks burned and your knees threatened to give out. "We're never gonna finish these cookies at this rate."

"Who needs cookies?" he muttered, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that made the entire kitchen feel like it was on fire.

[lovelyannoyingcher]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀his favourite brat

⠀⠀⠀dom!yeonjun x bratty fem!reader

genre : smut

warnings : brat taming and everything about it—spanking, choking, edging/overstim, but none of it is described in details, just mentioned. mentions of safe words. reader being a brat and a good girl (at the same time lol and not always sexually). a tiny mention of other members. yeonjun isn't exactly a brat tamer here.

wc : 1.4k

notes : the amount of photos of yeonjun manspreading i had to look through while looking for pics for the banner— the best part of the day, ngl. it's also not proofread as i'm too lazy to do it, my favourite yeonkai girl @biteyoubiteme has read it, and i suppose it was fine.

yeonjun didn't like brats.

of course, it was endearing to watch you be one sometimes, when you were obviously playing around and he was sure just one word from him would magically turn you into his good girl again. he also knew that sometimes you were doing it on purpose, waiting for a "baby" said in a firm voice—it took him just two or three times to realize what you were doing, because you looked the happiest after that, dropping the bratty act completely.

but some days you were turning into a little insatiable brat, pushing his buttons on purpose for hours. he had one like that already. at least one. sometimes two. sometimes even three, and god bless taehyun for not annoying him on purpose like others.

but as his named brothers were doing it just to have fun and calmed down—or obeyed—the moment he was folding the second finger after showing three, you seemed to have other purposes, and he had to react differently to each one. it might sound difficult, but yeonjun never saw it as something hard—somehow, he was in tune with your emotions, perfectly knowing what you need most of the time.

sometimes you just wanted him to show that he loved you even when you were being annoying. or when you craved his attention, but something stopped you from clinging to him like you usually did when you needed him. when it was like that, you always looked at him with a tiny, barely noticeable pout, more focused on his reaction than on being a brat and doing something he told you not to do (or not doing something he told you to do).

he never found it annoying. you were so cute, waiting for basically anything, just a simple peck on your forehead was making you happy, so of course he—as a good boyfriend he was—was dropping everything he was doing to give you love. if he couldn't drop it, he was including you into it, letting you cling to him and holding you back any moment at least one of his hands was free. if he couldn't do that too, he was giving you a tiny talk, calling you his precious good girl and promising to give all of his attention the moment he could. and keeping the promise, of course.

but sometimes you turned into a little gremlin, who'd disobey just because. yeonjun assumed you just wanted him to put you in your place, and firm "baby" didn't work. no, you probably wanted him to spank you, maybe choke you, or tie you up and not let you cum for hours til you were begging like a good girl. he did it few times, and he saw it in your eyes that he gave you exactly what you wanted.

yeonjun—once again—was a good boyfriend, and additionally to that he liked to give a good spanking, show his power by wrapping fingers around your neck, and of course edging and overstimulating you, so there was no reason for him not to give you those. except one. he didn't. like. brats.

he gave in from time to time, perfectly understanding that sometimes it wasn't need for particular things to be done to you physically, it was about the way you'd feel emotionally, so he was turning you into a good girl the way you wanted him to do it—through bending you over his lap and making you count.

but most of the time he preferred to make you his good girl before the spanking, choking and any kind of brat taming. you act like a brat, then you get treated like one, and brats don't get what they want—only good girls do. so, he was just shrugging and saying you'd have to beg, so he could see that you were not a brat anymore. and the longer you were a brat before starting to beg, the longer it'd take to prove you're not one.

it took you few times to understand that yeonjun had a patience of a god when he wanted to, and no boner would make him give in if he decided he wasn't going to. he would hold your hands away from his crotch gripping your wrists, with his other hand in your hair doing the same—keeping your head away from his hard-on, and even your stubbornness couldn't compete with his patience.

but he always melted at the way you gave in, rubbing your cheek against his knee and asking him to put you in place, looking up at him so cutely. that was when his patience always started cracking, because he was used to brats—he was surrounded by them, but being begged and adored, being looked up with huge shiny eyes, always pulled him to giving in fast, and all the brats around him knew it.

you did too, but you were like that most of the time, so yeonjun knew you weren't manipulating. you just wanted to be his good girl, and he loved it.

but his favourite things about "brat taming" you was communication. it wasn't always obvious, sometimes it wasn't about words, but about the way they were said.

he knew he could use the safe word to stop you from being a brat when he's not in the mood to deal with one, and just wants to simply love his good girl. it always stopped your act immediately, but it also had a wrong effect of making you think you already made him feel uncomfortable, while he was just saying it before anything like that happened.

and he was pleasantly surprised, when instead of saying the safe word after a really tiring day, he said something like "come here, baby. let me cuddle you", and it almost flipped a switch. you were on the couch in a second, almost pushing him down to cuddle just like he wanted. it was the fastest turn into a good girl he has ever witnessed from you, and he noted it with a tiny addition to not overuse it.

but just like you were attentive to the tone of his voice and slightest changes in his expressions, he tried to make sure to always know what kind of brat taming you wanted. over the time it naturally evolved into a small question he asked when you already were on your knees before him but he wasn't sure what exactly you needed—"are you a good girl or a brat?"

you could say "a good girl" and he knew you were going to start begging at some point because that's what you wanted. you could choose "a brat" and he knew you needed him to put you in your place.

but his favourite was a little huff you made at the question, refusing to look at him. it always meant "i'm not enough of a brat to lie that i'm one, but i'm not enough of a good girl to admit i am one". and for him it meant that he could choose who you were. he would brush your lower lip with his thumb and ask you if you'd be a good girl for him, and you'd nod, parting your lips to welcome his thumb in. or he would grab your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, making you look at him, and usually it was enough for you to realize that you were actually a brat.

yeonjun loved that little huff, because if you were a brat after that, it's because he told you so. because he wanted you to be one. it was a win-win situation, because you were staying a brat and didn't have to admit that you wanted to please him—while doing it—and he could make you happy by brat taming you properly while knowing you were still his good girl. and he loved when you both could get the needed emotional stimulation—you being put in your place and him having an upper hand and it not being questioned.

and as you started answering his question with that huff more and more often, he realized he didn't exactly dislike brats. yeonjun loved just that one brat for being a good girl.