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[honeyhae-svt]

kissing my best friend (SEVENTEEN reaction)

tags / genre: seventeen reactions, seventeen smut, best friend au, seventeen x reader, seventeen headcanons, reader insert, smut warning, romance, best friend-to-lovers warnings: explicit sexual content (smut, NSFW), suggestive and mature themes, strong language, reader is implied to have a close friendship with the members, boundary-blurring dynamics (best friend-to-lovers trope) - minors should know not to interact a/n: it suddenly just popped into my head so im making a headcanon cause why not? (escalates rq)

S.Coups (Seungcheol) he stares at you in disbelief after you press your lips to his, his hand frozen mid-air. "what the hell was that for?" he asks, his tone low, but his eyes darken the longer he stares at your lips. when you awkwardly laugh and try to brush it off, he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. “you can’t just kiss me like that and pretend it’s nothing,” he murmurs, his breath brushing against your lips before he kisses you back, harder this time.

the next thing you knew is that you're laid down completely on his bed his cock slamming and rutting right in your cunt, flesh slapping and lips messily tangled with each other. love bites are already all over your neck. with every desperate seconds bite, your moans fill the air with seungcheol swallowing every sweet melody you give.

Jeonghan he doesn’t even flinch when you kiss him—if anything, he lets out a soft hum, as if he’s been expecting it all along. "are we still calling this ‘best friends’ now?" he whispers, his fingers brushing against your jaw. when you nervously step back, his hand catches your waist, pulling you flush against him. "don’t go all shy now. you started this," he teases, his lips grazing your neck as his other hand cups your face for another kiss.

it's not all cute until jeonghan's hands are all over you—it's like he's searching for something in your body when in reality, it felt like he's memorizing your figure all completely. who knew one kiss would end up with a night full of moans and whines of overstimulations as he eats you up.

Joshua "oh," he breathes when your lips leave his, his cheeks flushed pink. at first, he tries to laugh it off, brushing his hand through his hair awkwardly. "so, um… do best friends just… do that now?" but when you avoid his gaze, muttering something about it being a joke, he grabs your chin gently, tilting your face back to his. "you think i’m letting you get away with that?" he asks softly before closing the distance again, this time with more intent.

and that's when you find yourself completely surrendering beneath him, whimpering soft "please" and "harder" that makes him lose completely out of control. joshua has it thrusting in you all night until you pass out. who knew someone as gentle as him was the exact opposite at night? now you did.

Junhui when your lips meet his, jun blinks a few times, his mind processing what just happened. but before you can even pull away completely, he hooks an arm around your waist, smirking. "well, that’s new," he says, leaning closer until his lips hover just over yours. "so… what are we doing about it?" his voice is low and teasing as his hands trail up your sides. "because if this is your way of confessing, i’m definitely not complaining."

you did confess. who wouldn't? it's wen junhui we're talking about here. your goofy yet the most charming best friend you can ever ask for. but did you really see him as just a friend? you already planned your future in your head with him, having kids and all—except for the fact that those dreams are coming to reality too quickly. you have him all over you, moaning loudly as you clench onto the fabric of the bed as he fucks you for the fourth time. these are his unspoken feelings for you in the past few years.

Hoshi (Soonyoung) soonyoung’s eyes widen when you kiss him, and he pulls back with a loud, "wait, WHAT?!" but the moment he sees your flushed face and nervous laugh, his shock turns into a mischievous grin. "oh, so this is what we’re doing now?" he teases, stepping closer until you’re backed against the wall. “you can’t just drop a kiss on me and expect me to act normal,” he says, his voice dropping as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours again, slower this time.

everything with hoshi has always been so gentle, almost delicate—but you never expected the other side of him to be this wild, this untamed when it came to sex. the way he slams into you, his hard thrusts relentless as his balls smack against your soaked cunt, leaves you breathless. it’s nothing like the guy you thought you knew. you can’t tell if he’s proving a point, showing you that he really is a tiger, or if this is simply who he is when he lets go. either way, you’re completely consumed, caught between the intensity of his movements and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Wonwoo wonwoo freezes when your lips meet his, his book slipping from his hands and hitting the floor with a quiet thud. “what was that?” he asks, his voice calm but his expression unreadable. when you stammer out an apology, he shakes his head, taking a step closer. "don’t apologize," he says, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. "if anything, i should be the one apologizing." before you can ask what he means, his lips are on yours again, deeper and hungrier.

making out in the library is a classic iconic. but having sex? that's a whole different level we're talking about. wonwoo has to shut you up with his kisses so you'd stay quiet for you two to not get caught. he has his mouth onto yours while he snaps his hips with yours, his cock twitching with how your gummy walls clench around him, making it difficult for him to thrust continuously. he pulls his cock out before you can cum and covers your mouth with his palm on your mouth, preventing you from whimpering.

Woozi (Jihoon) "what the hell are you doing?" jihoon blurts out the second your lips leave his, his cheeks a deep shade of red. but when you laugh nervously and try to brush it off as a joke, he grabs your wrist, his eyes locking with yours. "you think you can just kiss me and get away with it?" he mutters, his voice low. before you can respond, he pulls you closer, his lips crashing into yours with a mix of frustration and unspoken desire.

and that's how you ended up sitting on his lap as you move yourself onto him, grinding your hips back and forth to his cock, making you say his name like it's a prayer. woozi was leaving love bites all over your neck as you work so hard to meet the edge of bliss. "that's it, baby," is what he would whisper if he had to encourage you to keep going. he'd overstimulate you if he wanted to.

Minghao (The8) minghao raises an eyebrow as you pull away, his gaze unreadable. “so… that’s how it is now?” he asks, his voice calm but his smirk giving away his amusement. when you nervously try to laugh it off, he steps closer, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “if you’re going to kiss me, do it properly next time,” he whispers before leaning in, his lips meeting yours again, slower and more deliberate this time, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

oh, the slow yet lingering pleasure. minghao is as gentle as a feather as his lips trail down to your stomach. the way he worked on his tongue as he licked your every part as if he was painting something on your body felt surreal. not until he has you quivering on his bed as he eats out your cunt until you overstimulate. he doesn't let go until you squirt. and that's when you'll be showered with lots of compliments. with one final consent, he'll spoon into you really slow at first and will gradually increase as he edges you to the ends of pleasure.

Mingyu mingyu freezes the second your lips touch his, his face heating up instantly. "wait—what just happened?" he stammers, his hands hovering awkwardly near your shoulders. but when you mumble something about it being a trend, his confused expression shifts into something more serious. "so you kissed me for a trend?" he asks, his voice low. before you can explain, he steps closer, his large hands cupping your face as he leans in. “let me show you how i really feel about that,” he murmurs before kissing you again.

mingyu is the type to lose all control the moment you grind against him, a switch flipping as years of friendship dissolve into something raw and unrestrained. he pins you down, your chest pressed into the mattress while he thrusts his cock deep into your cunt, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. “m-mingyu,” you whimper, your voice shaky as he drives into you harder, his rhythm erratic yet desperate. his groans mix with your breathless gasps, the sounds of skin against skin echoing in the room. it’s messy, heated, and impossibly intimate—something neither of you can take back.

DK (Seokmin) seokmin blinks rapidly when you kiss him, his face immediately turning red. "uh… what just happened?" he asks, laughing nervously. but when you try to brush it off, he grabs your arm gently, his expression unusually serious. "don’t joke about stuff like that," he says softly before leaning in, his lips capturing yours again. his usual playful demeanor fades as his kisses grow deeper, his hands sliding to your waist as he pulls you closer.

his playful nature melts away as his lips move in sync with yours, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. when you break the kiss to gasp for air, dk takes the opportunity to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking gently, leaving faint marks that make your stomach flutter. before you know it, he has you pinned beneath him, his warm hands gripping your hips as he thrusts into you, a sweet mixture of desperation and restraint. he whispers soft apologies every time his pace becomes rough, but the way you’re calling out his name only drives him to lose himself completely in you.

Seungkwan "YAH! what was that?!" seungkwan yells, his face bright red as he stares at you in shock. but when you laugh and tell him it’s just a trend, he narrows his eyes. "a trend?! you’re playing with my feelings for a trend?" before you can respond, he grabs your hand, pulling you into his lap. “you better mean it,” he mutters, his lips brushing against yours again, slower this time as his hands settle on your hips.

seungkwan’s kisses are as passionate as his personality, his lips firm and eager as he devours you, making you dizzy. he’s not holding back now, his hands gripping your waist as he presses you flush against him, your back arching under his touch. "you started this, don’t back out now," he murmurs, his voice thick with want. the next thing you know, you’re on his couch, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he takes his time thrusting his cock into you at a rhythm that has you moaning uncontrollably. his mouth is everywhere, kissing and sucking on your skin as if to make you his, all while muttering praises about how beautiful you look when you fall apart for him.

Vernon vernon blinks at you, his expression blank as he processes what just happened. "uh… what’s going on?" he asks, his tone casual but his ears noticeably red. when you laugh nervously, he tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your lips. "was that supposed to be a joke?" he asks, stepping closer. when you stammer out an excuse, he smirks softly. “you’re terrible at jokes,” he murmurs before kissing you again, his hands sliding to your waist.

he’s patient, his hands ghosting over your body, taking in every sound you make, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he hears you whine for more. "you’re cute when you’re needy," he mutters, his voice low and teasing. but when he finally has you naked beneath him, the teasing is gone. vernon’s thrusts are deep and slow, with his cock slipping out on purpose, his hands gripping your hips as he watches every expression you make. his lips find yours again, swallowing your moans as he works you to the edge, his soft grunts mixing with your cries in the most intimate rhythm.

Dino chan’s eyes widen when you kiss him, his body going completely still. "are you serious right now?" he asks, his voice a mix of disbelief and something else you can’t quite place. when you shrug and try to laugh it off, he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. "you think this is funny?" he mutters, his lips inches from yours. before you can respond, he closes the gap, his kisses rough and desperate as his hands slide up your sides.

he’s been waiting for this, and now that he has you, he’s not going to let the moment slip away. "you’re mine now," he growls against your lips, his voice filled with uncharacteristic dominance that sends shivers down your spine. before you know it, he’s taken full control, his hands gripping your thighs as he pounds his cock into you relentlessly. he doesn’t care about being gentle—he just wants you to feel how much he’s been holding back. his name spills from your lips like a chant, and he revels in the sound, his lips finding yours once again as he drives you both to the peak of pleasure.

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(🪽)⋆ ࣪ 午 : RICH BOY ENHYPEN CHASING YOU ────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝑖𝐒 ✶ rich boy!enhypen x fem!readerㅤ｡｡ fluff suggestive. & 14OOwc. : kissing, skinship, petnames ── ARCHiVE

( minji says ) : my first sfw fic ㅠㅠ, some of these are based on real-life scenarios !! i had a rich boy pinning after me before back in my 1st year at uni... it was not as cute as this though

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

he leans against his car, arms crossed, that stupid smirk playing on his lips. the soft glow of the streetlights dances across his face, making him look unfairly good. rich boy charm and all, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. you roll your eyes, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you.

"you’re late," you say, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice wavers.

heeseung chuckles, low and smooth. "relax, princess. i’m here now, aren’t i?"

"don’t call me that," you snap, but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips tells you he won’t stop.

he pushes off the car, closing the distance between you. his cologne wraps around you, far too familiar. "why not? you like it," he murmurs, voice dipping lower.

you glare up at him, though it’s weak at best. "you’re insufferable."

he grins, "and you’re beautiful when you’re mad. what a pair we make."

before you can respond, his fingers brush against your wrist, tugging you closer. "admit it," he whispers, his voice soft but daring. "you missed me."

"heeseung, i swear—"

"swear all you want, baby," he cuts you off, his lips hovering near your ear now. "but you’re here. and you look way too good to be mad at me for long."

damn him. and damn the butterflies in your stomach.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

“you’re hiding from me again.” jay’s voice cut through the noise as he found you tucked into a quiet corner of his sprawling house. the party was in full swing, the bass rattling the walls, red cups littering every surface like decorations.

“i’m not hiding,” you muttered, taking a slow sip from your drink.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, a red cup dangling lazily from his fingers. his tie was long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. goddamn why was he so attractive?

“baby, you disappear every time my parties get a little wild.” he smirked, stepping closer, the faint smell of cologne and alcohol trailing him. “what, too many people for you?”

“too many people for you,” you shot back, glaring at him over the rim of your cup. “you’ve been all over the place.”

he laughed, tipping his head back slightly, his golden hair catching the light. “jealous, sweetheart?”

“hardly.”

but he didn’t buy it. he crouched down to your level, his free hand finding your knee. “you know, it’s hard to have fun when the only person i want to drink with keeps running off.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to shiver at his touch. “then maybe you should stop throwing these ridiculous parties.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he grinned, pulling you to your feet with a firm but playful tug. “come on. let me make it up to you. we’ll drink together—just us. deal?”

and somehow, with him looking at you like that, you couldn’t say no.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

"you’re such a pain, jake," you groaned, standing on the curb while he leaned against his stupidly shiny aston martin like he owned the world. which, to be fair, he kind of did.

"but i’m your pain," he shot back, twirling the keys around his finger like some kind of movie villain. “now, get in. i’m bored.”

"it’s midnight," you deadpanned, crossing your arms. “normal people are asleep.”

he grinned, full of trouble. "good thing neither of us is normal. come on, sweetheart. just one ride. you, me, and 600 horsepower."

you raised an eyebrow. "and what happens when we crash because you’re too busy flirting to look at the road?"

"oh, you wound me." he pressed a hand to his chest like you’d insulted his honor. “i’m an excellent driver. but if you’re scared, i could always hold your hand.”

"you’re so annoying," you muttered, but your feet were already moving.

"that’s my girl," he said, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish.

"i’m not your girl," you shot back, sliding into the seat anyway. the leather was ridiculously soft—of course it was.

he climbed in, tossing you a wink as he revved the engine, the car practically purring. “keep telling yourself that, doll.”

and then he took off, speeding through empty streets like he was allergic to rules, laughing every time you yelled at him to slow down. but when he reached over, casually lacing his fingers with yours on the console, you didn’t pull away.

"admit it," he said, grinning like the devil. "you’re having fun."

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "shut up and drive, jake."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

you shouldn’t even be here. sunghoon texted you two hours ago: “you free?” and now you’re in a chanel store watching him do what he does best—flaunt his ridiculous wealth.

“these?” he holds up a pair of earrings you barely glanced at five minutes ago.

“yeah, they’re pretty,” you reply, trying to stay unbothered.

fifteen minutes later, he’s signing off on half the store. you cross your arms, glaring as he grins, a devilish glint in his eye.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you hiss. “i didn’t ask for all this!”

“you didn’t have to, sweetheart.” he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm like it’s casual, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

“sunghoon,” you warn, but your voice falters when he tilts his head, studying you like he’s amused by your attempt at resistance.

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” he murmurs, his tone low, teasing. “one little compliment and i’m ready to buy out the whole store. what does that say about me, huh?”

“that you’re an idiot,” you quip, even though your cheeks are warming under his gaze.

he chuckles, stepping into your space. “an idiot who knows exactly how to make you melt.”

his fingers trail down your arm, his smirk deepening when you don’t pull away. “relax, baby. it’s just a little fun.”

“you’re trouble,” you mutter.

“and yet,” he says, leaning in close, “you keep coming back.”

the worst part? he’s not wrong.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

you’re scrolling through your phone when it pings—a text from sunoo.

sunoo: speeding to your house rn. 30 seconds, pretty girl.

you blink at the screen, heart skipping a beat. you barely have time to process before the doorbell rings.

opening the door, you’re met with sunoo’s ridiculously perfect smirk. his car, some expensive foreign model, is parked crookedly in your driveway, headlights still on. he’s dressed in a white button-down, sleeves rolled up, and jeans that fit too well.

“didn’t think you’d actually show up,” you say, trying to sound unimpressed, but the way his eyes flicker over you, taking in your oversized hoodie and bare legs, makes your face heat up.

“what can i say? i missed you,” he drawls, leaning casually against the doorframe. “besides, you look way too cute to be sitting home alone. couldn’t let that happen, could i, pretty girl?”

you roll your eyes, but your stomach flips at the pet name. “you’re insane. what if i wasn’t home?”

he grins, stepping closer, his cologne clouding your senses. “then i’d wait. or maybe climb through your window. dramatic enough for you?”

“absolutely not.”

his fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up. “oh, come on. you love it when i’m dramatic. admit it.”

“sunoo—”

“shut up and say you love me,” he interrupts.

you hate how he leaves you breathless every time.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

jungwon leans against the sleek black car parked outside your favorite boutique, arms crossed, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. the sunlight hits his tailored shirt just right, giving him that effortless rich boy glow. you hate how good he looks.

“this one?” you hold up a dress, simple but elegant, and he tilts his head like he’s considering it.

“try it on,” he says, voice low, but there’s a glint in his eyes that screams he’s already imagining you in it. “actually, try all of them on. i’ll decide which one i like best.”

“jungwon,” you sigh, giving him a pointed look. “i don’t need you to buy me anything.”

he steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his cologne wraps around you like a second skin. “but i want to,” he murmurs, his lips quirking up. “you’re not gonna deprive me of seeing you look drop-dead gorgeous, are you, baby?”

your cheeks heat at the pet name, and you swat his chest lightly. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you love it,” he quips, grabbing your wrist gently before you can pull away. his fingers brush against yours, lingering just enough to send a shiver up your spine. “besides, you deserve nice things. let me spoil you.”

he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “just admit you like having me wrapped around your finger.”

“who said that?” you shoot back, but your smile betrays you.

“me,” he replies smoothly, grinning as he takes the dress from your hand. “now go try this on, sweetheart. i want to see my girl look perfect.”

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

your birthday party is too crowded, the kind of rich-kid chaos you can’t fully escape. you’re by the dessert table when you feel him before you see him—riki’s cologne, his stupidly expensive leather jacket brushing your arm.

“happy birthday, sunshine.” his voice is all smooth confidence, and when you glance over, he’s already smirking at you.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, pretending not to notice the way his hair looks unfairly good, messy like he rolled out of bed but somehow perfect.

“celebrating, obviously.” he pops a chocolate into his mouth like he owns the place. “where’s my birthday kiss?”

you scoff. “it’s my birthday.”

“exactly.” he steps closer, his voice dropping. “so i’m giving you one.”

“absolutely not.” you narrow your eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand casually settles on your hip, thumb brushing circles over the fabric of your dress. “who even invited you?”

“your mom loves me, didn’t you know?” he grins, all teeth and trouble. “she said, ‘riki, please crash her party and make her blush.’ her exact words, promise.”

“you’re so full of it.” you shake your head, but your pulse quickens when he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

“admit it,” he murmurs, “you’d miss me if i wasn’t here.”

you hate that he’s right. but before you can retort, he tilts your chin up, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “happy birthday, sunshine,” he whispers, and just like that, he’s walking away, leaving you standing there, flustered and furious.

[cerezasefimeras]

Dumb and Sloppy

WC: 861 words. RINDOU x f!reader x RAN, nsfw ⸺ Thoughs of you being fucked by your boyfriend's brother just cause Rindou said he was more capable of pleasuring you than Ran. And Ran takes the opportunity to mock you and his brother. CW: fem!reader, Hard MEAN Dom!Ran, like really fucking mean to both you and rindou, technically switch!rindou, but also dom!rindou, I don’t know how to properly tag this. DUMBFICATION (ran → you & rin | rin → you, slightly but yeah), voyeurism, allowed cheating, heavy degradation, overstimulated!rin & reader, afab!reader, petnames (slut, whore, bitch, puppy), idk if this count as incest but just in case i’ll say it but the brothers dont do anything between each other. Clothed dom!ran, ran is observing and judging, choking, mindfuck, crying, squirting, mentions of multiple orgasm & reader being shared previously between the brothers, creampie, cockdrunk!reader, pussydrunk!rindou, implied side feeling of rindou to reader, please tell me iI miss something. English is not my first language.

Ran takes another puff of his cigarette, seemingly bored by the pornographic scene in front of him.

Rindou felt his legs wobbly, he was close to another orgasm and by your contorted face and how tight you were getting, he knew you were not too far yourself. ‘Is that everything you got, Rindou? Fucking disappointing’ Spoken Ran, who was lazily smoking as he observes the situation, being the only one with his clothes still intact. You hear Rindou whine in disapproval of the comment ‘Well, this slut it’s too- fuck, too tight. The dumber she gets, the better she wraps me… not my fault.’, looking down at you, holding more harshly by your hips rocking in and out of you as if the world was going to end if he stops. ‘I can’t- oh fuck, too much… Ran- please.’ you beg, talking to the oldest who seemed pleasured by your struggle to keep going, it was so gratifying for him to see your pretty tears run down your face for a little overstimulation.

‘No. You’ll continue to cum like the good fucktoy you’re ‘till Rin learns how to not be useless..’ He coos full of a patronising tone, his head softly tilt to the size as the grin of his face mocks you. ‘You both are so pathetic, we do this so often and you are tired after a few rounds.’ he continues with the mockery, taking a puff of his cigarette as Rindou’s movements become more erratic and bends forwards to embrace you in his arms, you hug him tightly and the mixture of moans and whiny cries increases in the room. You feel a tingly funny feeling increase in between your pelvis and your tummy, making your gummy walls squish Rindou so nicely that he grunts in pure bliss, reaching the climax and allowing another seed of his fill your insides. You nails dig into his back, squishing your eyes together as you feel your own ecstasy getting to the limit getting out in an intense form of a squirt.

You both lay there, bodies intertwined together as you guys try to catch a breath. 'Really?’ Your glossy eyes turn to face Ran as Rindou breathless murmurs a ‘Shut the fuck up...;’, Ran stands up laughing and calmly walks towards you. ‘You fold so quickly, Rindou, how are you supposed to please her?... That was mediocre.’ He continues, kneeling down close to both of your messy faces and moves his cigarette in a simple movement to extinguish it in your shoulder, making you squirm in discomfort. ‘Well, dumb puppies get pleased even with the slightest touch, isn't that right, slut?’ He talks to you now, and you nod back at him as the only form of reply you’re able to give him. ‘Ran, I'm tired… and I doubt she can cum again.’ Rindou speaks now, letting your body go slowly as he tries to fix his posture clearly in a similar state you’re in.

‘Don't care’ Ran answers, walking towards the other side of the bed as his brother grunts annoyedly. ‘She can take one more. Move, Rindou.’ he commands as he observes your face, the glossy eyes and how messy you looked. Ah, Ran would have taken a few pictures if he had his phone nearby. Rindou looked down at you, he did want to make you messier than you already were, he wanted to make you fully crumble beneath him, the way that your body fit together felt slightly wrong because you weren’t his but gosh, the way you cry and squirm around him was pure glory. ‘I’ll make her prefer my cock than yours when I am done with her.’ he said cocky, gripping your waist with one hand as the other moved towards your neck and holding it with faint strength, taking a deep breath as he tried to rock his hips once more. ‘Fuck me’ he yelps overstimulated as you mewl in perfect harmonisation with him. ‘How- oh, bitch you’re so- fuuck… tight’ his head falls back in delight of the feeling. ‘Rin!’ your shaky hands weakly held onto him, you felt so wobbly, so sensitive to everything it hurt but you didn’t want him to stop.

Ran laughs as if this was the funniest thing he has ever witnessed. ‘You two are so useless, it would be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.’ he talks so snotty while he chuckles, patting his brothers back ‘Pull out, i’ll finish the work for you.’ Rindou stays still for a second, not wanting to separate himself from you, but he ends up moving his hips backwards until pulling out admiring a few seconds of your leaking hole seeing how it clenches around nothing. He shifts across the bed until he allows his body to fall into the massive bed feeling that his dick was probably getting raw of so much sex. ‘I hate you so much.’ he tells his brother as he now watches Ran unzipping his belt lazily with one hand having the the other holding your thigh to bring you closer to him. ‘Love you too,’ the oldest replies, aligning his tip with your sloppy entrance, making you squirm, a smile appears in your face, needyTh of him, or more.. ‘Now, be intelligent and watch how to properly please a woman, lil bro.’

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˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚🎀🌈∘˙⊹🌈🎀🌭春の風が終わりに近づいている˚✩🍊🐠˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚🌻🌈🎐୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟֶָ🍓☘🍮˚✩˚∘Good Days˙⊹˚✩˚🐬🎀˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚🦉🍅˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚˚✩˚∘🍇🌕˙⊹˚✩˚˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚🥐💐花☆花

[patetic-club]

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[littlemoriflower]

𝒄𝒐𝒛𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆

[wonryllis]

WHAT THE FUCK JAKE SIM???!!?!?? WHAT IN THE GREEK GOD SHIT IS THIS WHY YOU GOING NUDE UNPROVOKED??? THE ABSSSS HELLOOOO????????? PANT SO LOW MAN THIS IS STRAIGHT UP HEAVEN i thank god for living to the day i get to see this. i know he does it often but like yeah. i still feels crazed each time not my fault he's so hot.

[felassan]

Super random but by any chance do you know or know of a resource that lists what crow houses control/reside in which antivan city? I realized I had no idea who's supposed to be in "control" of Treviso and managed to just confuse myself more on crow lore....

hello! ◕‿◕ (rest of post under cut due to DA:TV spoilers)

we know that the Crows sometimes have "territory disputes" (quote from Caterina). the disputes part implies that the Crow 'territory map', if you like, isn't static. I also do wonder if some of the larger settlements at least are in practise 'split up', with different portions being controlled by different houses?

World of Thedas has it that House Valisti operates (or operated?) out of Treviso.

in DA:TV, we see that House Dellamorte has the Dellamorte Estates/Villa Dellamorte/Dellamorte Opera House in Treviso, and that once they owned a vineyard that lay south of Treviso; that House Cantori has the Cantori Diamond casino in Treviso; and that the Talons of de Riva, Cantori and Dellamorte are in Treviso. Teia writes to a colleague in Antiva City that Crows from Cantori, Arainai, Balazar, de Riva, Dellamorte, and minor houses like Magneretti and Candide are cooperating in Treviso under the occupation. ofc, someone being somewhere doesn't automatically mean it's their territory that they're in, Crows/Houses could own buildings and property in multiple places, and (re: below) people can own more than one home.

Tevinter Nights mentions that Viago de Riva has a home in Salle:

Teia, to Viago: "Are you going straight home to Salle?"

so perhaps Salle is where House de Riva usually operates out of?

Tevinter Nights mentions that Teia Cantori has a home in Rialto:

Teia had a garden full of the bell-shaped flowers in Rialto.

Teia: "Andoral so rarely gets a chance to let loose in Rialto."

so perhaps Rialto is where House Cantori usually operates out of?

given those ideas, and with Villa Dellamorte/Dellamorte Estates (Caterina/Lucanis/Illario's home) being in Treviso (and also the way Lucanis talks about Treviso), maybe Treviso was usually where the Dellamorte operated out of?

Tevinter Nights also might imply that Teia has another home in Antiva City[?], the city where she was a thief on the streets of before she joined the Crows. When Viago replies to the question about Salle, he says no, he's going to Antiva City, and asks her why she's asking. She says "To see if you had a place to stay", in invitation.

This TN passage could imply that House Nero originates somewhere coastal, somewhere along the Rialto Bay:

Bolivar had all the trappings of a Talon, but none of the substance. His family had made their fortune as pearl divers and were once the wealthiest elves in Antiva. House Nero no longer held that title, but Bolivar spent coin as if Rialto Bay had an infinite supply of pearls to support his lavish lifestyle.

(It's also said that pearls are synonymous with House Nero).

Zevran was purchased in Rialto and speaks of Antiva City - maybe House Arainai has/had a presence in that/those place[s]?

🤔

[merakiui]

SKULLY HAS RAIDED MERA'S BLOG!!!???

Skully over shining Zuzu?

UNFORTUNATELY...... yes,,, (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) WAAAA I AM SO SORRY, ZUZU!!!! My heart is just too big and I fell for the dead guy with his Victorian rizz and kiss addiction. I couldn't help it...... he charmed me. This obsession is terrible, dear Izuna!!!! OTL he's completely taken over my brain,,, a parasite that I can't shake!! >:(

He's so precious,,, my beloved King of Halloween, oh how I adore you most ardently. <3 I wish him nothing but peace and happiness forever hehe.

[afraidofbee]

Oh I'm sorry! I forgot to offer you candy for Halloween

Can you please accept some sweets instead? They're from where I live I hope you like them!

*offers you jalebi and cham cham sweets*

Let’s just say the package almost get missing or delayed ૮ • ﻌ - ა

Serun apologize for the inconvenience, Halloween is a busy time

໒(๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘७ thanking u!!Jalebi and Cham Cham sweets looks so delicious!!!

[honeyhae-svt]

sorry kisses (mwuah)

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: romantic comedy, domestic fluff, light angst warnings: minor argument/conflict between characters, slight miscommunication, excessive amounts of kissing (if that counts), playful teasing, mentions of surprise, planning and gift-giving tags: hyunjin x reader, romantic comedy, domestic fluff, soft boyfriend hyunjin, miscommunication trope, apology scene, reader insert, light angst with fluff, relationship drama wc: 931 a/n: random drabbles cause its cannon that hyunjin hates it when he's being called by his full name lol (lazy drabbles cause im a little tipsy)

the slam of the kitchen cabinet echoed through the apartment as you stood by the counter, arms crossed tightly against your chest. hyunjin paced in the living room, running his hand through his hair for the third time in the past five minutes. the tension between you both was sharp enough to slice through the air.

“i told you i didn’t mean to forget, okay?” his voice was low, tinged with frustration, but his eyes softened, betraying the guilt he was trying to hide. “it’s not like i did it on purpose.”

“not on purpose? seriously, hwang hyunjin?” the moment his full name left your lips, his head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation.

“oh, come on! don’t call me that,” he snapped, stepping closer. “you only use my full name when you’re mad, and it’s weird. you’re my girlfriend, not my mom.”

“well, maybe if you acted like a responsible boyfriend, i wouldn’t have to sound like your mom,” you shot back, your tone biting.

he let out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back. “this is so unfair. you’re making it sound like i don’t care about you when i literally spent all day yesterday planning that stupid surprise.”

“wait, what?” your arms dropped as confusion replaced your anger.

his cheeks flushed pink as he avoided your gaze, scratching the back of his neck. “y-yeah. that’s why i forgot to pick up the thing you asked for. i was trying to… you know… make you happy. but clearly, i suck at it.”

your heart softened at his confession, though a small part of you remained stubborn. “you could’ve just told me that instead of letting me think you didn’t care.”

“i was going to! but then you called me ‘hwang hyunjin’ and it all went downhill from there.” his pout was almost comical, but you bit back a smile.

“you really hate it that much, huh?”

“of course i do,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “you’re supposed to call me something cute, not make me feel like i’m in trouble.”

despite yourself, a small laugh escaped. “okay, fine. i’ll stick to cute nicknames. but only if you promise to communicate better next time.”

his lips twitched into a sheepish smile as he took a tentative step closer, his hand brushing against yours. “deal. just… no more full name. it’s terrifying.”

you let him intertwine your fingers, the warmth of his touch easing the last remnants of your frustration. “fine. but if you mess up again, all bets are off.”

he leaned in, his forehead gently bumping against yours as his voice dropped to a whisper. “guess i’ll just have to make sure i never mess up again.”

you barely had time to react before his lips found yours. the kiss was soft at first, an unspoken apology that made your knees weaken. his hand came up to cradle your face, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, leaving no room for doubts or lingering anger.

“so… am i forgiven?” he murmured against your lips, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“maybe,” you whispered back, capturing his lips in another kiss before he could protest. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as if afraid you’d pull away.

“you know,” he said between kisses, “if this is what happens every time i mess up, maybe i should do it more often.”

you pulled back, playfully swatting his chest. “don’t push your luck, jinnie.”

his grin widened at the nickname, and he quickly pulled you back in, pressing his lips to yours again, this time with more urgency. “i really am sorry,” he murmured, his kisses trailing to your jaw and down to your neck. “just wanted to do something special for you.”

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, your hands tangling in his hair as he continued peppering your skin with kisses.

“lucky? no, i’m just smart. distracting you with kisses is a foolproof plan,” he teased, his lips finding yours once more.

the next evening, you returned home to find the apartment dark except for the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the living room. a faint, familiar melody drifted through the air, and as you stepped further inside, hyunjin appeared from behind the couch, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“what’s all this?” you asked, though your voice had already softened.

he smiled shyly, holding the bouquet out to you. “my apology. properly this time.”

you took the flowers, your heart swelling at the sight of him—all awkward yet so endearing. “you really went all out, huh?”

“of course,” he said, stepping closer until he could brush a strand of hair from your face. “i wanted to remind you how much i love you.”

your cheeks warmed, and you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was sweet yet demanding, a silent reminder of everything you both felt but couldn’t always put into words. he responded instantly, his arms wrapping around you as the flowers fell to the side, forgotten in favor of the moment.

“so,” he said when you finally pulled apart, his voice breathless. “does this mean i’m forgiven?”

“we’ll see,” you teased, tugging him down for another kiss. this one was slower, deeper, as if to say everything words couldn’t.

by the time you finally settled onto the couch, tangled together under a blanket with snacks and a stack of movies waiting, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “for the record,” you murmured, “you’re not allowed to mess up just to get out of trouble like this.”

he laughed softly, kissing you again. “duly noted.”

and as the night unfolded, filled with kisses and quiet laughter, you couldn’t imagine ever staying mad at him for long.

a/n: tenchu for readinggg ! first stray kids fanfic <3

[itsminjify]

★ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU WEAR A SHORT MINIDRESS ───𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ ‘𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇

﹙𝑜𝑓﹚: when enhypen get a bit obsessed when you wear your pretty outfit && 12OOwc. ˖ smut ⠀⎯⎯ ⠀fem!centered ﹙ ⌕. ﹚ ARCHiVE ?

( minji says ) : my new years eve gift for you guys! i love writing and i love you guys~hehe, i wrote this at like 10 pm... i really need to go to sleep ㅋㅋ

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

your phone vibrated, the picture you’d just sent practically radiating heat through the screen. that dress. barely there, clinging to every curve, showcasing miles of leg that started just below your ass. you could almost feel the cool air on your skin where the fabric ended, a stark contrast to the burning anticipation building inside you. you smirked, imagining heeseung’s reaction.

the penthouse door crashed open, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent space. heeseung stood there, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, his hair a mess as if he’d been running his hands through it in frustration."baby," he breathed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air.

"heeseungie," you purred, tilting your head, letting your eyes roam over his body, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against his expensive suit pants. you saw his jaw clench, his hands fisting at his sides.

he moved then, with a speed and purpose that erased any trace of the polished businessman. he crossed the room in three long strides, his hands already reaching for the hem of your dress. “you’re driving me fucking insane,” he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushed the fabric higher, revealing the delicate lace of your thong. he cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples through the thin material, making them harden instantly. “god, you’re so fucking hot. so fucking mine.”

“mmm, heeseung,” you moaned, arching into his touch, your head falling back as he leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. his hot breath ghosted over your skin before he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, nipping and biting until you were whimpering, your hands clutching at his hair.

“mine,” he repeated, his voice thick with possessiveness, his fingers kneading into your ass, squeezing and teasing. he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, your core pressing against his hard cock. he carried you to the bedroom, the urgency of his movements sending waves of anticipation through you. he dropped you onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, burning with an intensity that made you tremble. he followed you down, his body pressing against yours, his hard cock throbbing against your core through the thin fabric of your thong. “you’re such a little tease, baby,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, then dipping lower, parting your folds and teasing your clit, making you gasp.

“only for you,” you whispered back, your breath catching as he fumbled with his belt, his hard, thick cock springing free, pulsing with anticipation.

he thrust into you, hard and deep, making you gasp, your head snapping back against the pillows. “say my name, baby,” he grunted, his breath hot against your ear, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements.

“heeseung! fuck, heeseung! oh, fuck!” you cried out, your nails digging into his back, your hips bucking against his as you met each thrust with equal force. you felt his fingers teasing your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, until you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you in waves of pure pleasure.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

you tug the hem of the short black minidress down, smoothing it over your thighs. it barely covers anything, riding high on your hips. you take a deep breath and walk into the living room, where jay’s sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels. he glances up, his eyes widening as they travel down your body. his jaw tightens, and he abruptly sits up, the remote falling to the cushions.

“where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” he asks, his voice low and rough. he tries to sound stern, but the heat in his eyes gives him away.

you shrug, feigning nonchalance. “movie night? remember?” you twirl slightly, making the dress flare out. you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. a visible bulge strains against his sweatpants. he definitely didn’t wear boxers.

“yeah, but… that?” he gestures vaguely at your dress.

you saunter over to the couch and plop down, deliberately sitting on his lap. you feel the immediate pressure of his erection against your lower back. you smirk, knowing he can feel you shifting slightly against him.

“what? it’s comfortable,” you murmur, batting your eyelashes.

he runs a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. “comfortable for who? because i’m about to lose my fucking mind.” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. he looks down at you, his eyes dark. "you're killing me right now."

you look up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “is that so?” you reach up and trace a finger along his jawline.

he groans and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your fingertips. “you know exactly what you’re doing,” he murmurs against your skin. “and i’m not sure how much longer i can pretend i’m not about to fuck you right here, right now.” he shifts slightly, pressing harder against you through his sweatpants. the friction is intense, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “fuck,” he breathes, his hips subtly rocking against yours. “right through my pants… you feel that?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

the closet door creaks open, you emerge, a nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin. jake’s sprawled across the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his phone screen, but the second he catches sight of you, his head snaps up. the phone clatters onto the nightstand, forgotten. his eyes widen.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine. “is that… is that even a dress?”

you blush, biting your lip and twisting a strand of hair around your finger. “i i bought it today. do you like it?”

jake’s eyes darken further, his breath catching in his throat. he throws his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up abruptly, his gaze never leaving you. “like it? baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, “you’re killing me.” he reaches out. he tugs you gently forward, pulling you into the space between his spread legs. “come here, you little tease.”

you stumble slightly, your heart pounding in your chest, and land softly between his thighs. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, his hands splaying across the small of your back, pulling you firmly onto his lap. a gasp escapes your lips as you feel the hard, insistent ridge of his cock pressing against your thigh through the thin material of your dress. he shifts slightly, and you feel the denim of his jeans straining against him. with a quick, practiced motion, he unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs, kicking them off to the side of the bed. then, with a flick of his wrist, his boxers follow, revealing his fully erect cock. it’s thick and heavy, the head a dark, purplish red, pulsing with anticipation. a thick vein runs down its length, and you can see a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

“god,” he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. he nuzzles the sensitive spot behind your ear, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “you’re driving me fucking crazy.” his hands slide down your back, cupping your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh, kneading and squeezing. “you’re so fucking hot.” you gasp again, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.

“jake…” you whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

he groans, his grip tightening on your ass. “ride me, baby,” he commands, his voice low and demanding. “ride my fucking cock.”

you don’t hesitate. gripping his shoulders, your fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath his shirt, you begin to move. you shift on his lap, aligning yourself perfectly with the hard length of his erection. a gentle rocking of your hips that allows you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. you press down, feeling him fill you completely, a delicious ache spreading through your core. “fuck,” you whisper as he slides in deep.

you arch your back slightly, lifting yourself up and then sinking back down onto him. the thin fabric of the dress does little to protect you from the heat of his skin against yours. you grind against him, feeling the head of his cock rub against your most sensitive spot. “oh, fuck, yes,” you moan, your voice thick with pleasure. you can feel jake’s hands tightening on your ass, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin as he urges you on. “that’s it, baby, fucking ride me,” he growls. he’s groaning beneath you, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.

as you ride him harder and faster, the friction intensifies. you can feel the slickness of your own juices mixing with his precum. “you’re so fucking wet,” he gasps, his voice thick with lust, “fucking perfect.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

his breath hitches when you walk in. the fabric of the minidress, barely skims your thighs, clinging to every curve. he’s sprawled on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, but he straightens instantly, his eyes widening. the magazine he was pretending to read slips from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug.

you move with a deliberate sway, a subtle tilt of your hips as you walk past him. you can feel the heat of his stare burning into your skin, making you flush. he shifts on the couch, a low groan rumbling in his throat. his jaw clenches, a muscle ticking nervously in his cheek.

“fuck,” he breathes, the word barely audible. he clears his throat, the sound rough and uneven. “that… that’s…” he stumbles over his words, his eyes still fixed on you. “quite a dress.”

you offer a slow, deliberate smile, tilting your head slightly. “do you like it, sunghoon?” you ask softly, your voice a low purr.

he pushes himself off the couch. he closes the distance between you in long strides, his eyes never leaving yours. his hands settle on your hips, his thumbs brushing against the bare skin just above the hem of the dress.

“like it?” he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against your ear. “i’m about to lose my mind.”

before you can even register what’s happening, his hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers finding the soft folds of your flesh. a gasp escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch involuntarily. he moves his fingers slowly, rhythmically, teasing you with gentle strokes, building the pressure until you’re trembling. he withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. he licks them clean, slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on yours, a predatory gleam in their depths.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs,

[flwrstqr]

( 🐇) : MY 2025 SEASON GREETING     ｡

TO MY FLUERIES, always making me smile and brighten up my days. thank you so much for your endless support and love. this was my first full year on blr, and it’s been nothing short of amazing. i’ve met so many wonderful people through this app and have learned so much from all of you throughout the year.

it’s crazy to think about how much has happened in just one year. when i started this account, i never imagined it would grow into what it is now. hitting 4k followers in less than a year feels surreal, and i’m so grateful for each and every one of you who made it possible.

your encouragement, messages, and interactions mean the world to me. every like, comment, and reblog reminds me why i love being here so much. you’ve all created such a welcoming and positive space that i feel so lucky to be a part of.

2024 has been a year of growth, both for me and for this blog. i’ve learned so much about myself and about what i want to share with you. i hope that in 2025, flwrstqr will continue to thrive and inspire. my biggest wish is to keep creating content that makes you smile, just as much as you’ve made me smile.

i hope that we can continue to grow together. there’s so much to explore, so much to learn, and so many more memories to create. i can’t wait to see what 2025 has in store for us. as we move forward, my goal is to stay true to myself and to continue sharing what i love with all of you. i hope you’ll stick around for the ride because i’m so excited about what’s to come (> <)

mooties i'm close with or got close with this year : @tzyunaes, @junislqve, @cupidhoons, @bywons, @onlyjjong, @hhmnya, @hyeinette, @ourhees

mooties i want to get close with in 2025: @miumura, @pshbites, @okwonyo, @heeaara, @leaderwon, @orimuraa

[moonartemisia]

Just panel shots of Kaiser being Kaiser (as in effortlessly fine asf despite his bad hair day)

[lachatalovematcha]

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