#Kpop ikon

[soulmateszedits]

⌜ June × IKon ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Boyfriend Material

[euaphoru]

looking over your guy best friends bulge when he wear gray sweatpants!

typing away at your phone while ranting to your best friend about the guy you met last night who had been rubbing all up on you, you didn’t realize your other one was eavesdropping into the conversation you were having— how could he not when she was on speaker and you were geeking all over.

he shook his head and pushed himself back onto the couch and focused back into his game while letting out a scoff to your earlier comment, what he didn’t pick up on this time was when he was manspreading you accidentally took a double take but quickly looked away and jolted up form your set before thinking anything intimate of your guy best friend since childhood, he looks away from the t.v, waiting for his monitor to come on soon — but all he could think about was the way your hips swayed so effortlessly, the fat of your recoil only making it worse for his boner growing right in his pants.

Before you both know it, the tension between the two of you was so obvious you couldn’t pull back on the urge to rock your hips on his clothed bulge and rubbing against. How bad he wanted to his breathing deepened as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. He felt the pain of his cock in need of your walls to squeeze him so tight to the point where it would chop his cock off his body. Although the sound of gaining insane pleasure was also debating.

His throbbing veins felt like popping out from the grip he had on your hips, “keep rolling those hips for me like the cock whore you are..” he smirked, harshly slapping your ass making you jolt up while scratching his biceps, “that hurts so bad, don’t do that to me.”

“I think—s-shit feels so goood!..!” You whine out with a little laugh at the end, making him smile before grabbing at your hair to make a sloppy ponytail. Pulling at it, causing you to hiss when your scalp hurt only for him to ease you down with a passionate kiss on your soft lips.

The sounds of your pussy squelching sent straight to his dick, making him throb. “Can you fuck yourself so more on your cock, pretty girl?” He grunted in between his lips, feeling you pump yourself on his cock like a fleshlight.

“Y-you don’t say…fuck!—, best friends don’t say that to each other!” you cry out to him, tears falling from your eyes down to your cheeks making his cock twitch inside you with your current face, which is now hiding in his neck, “let me see you, don’t hide from me now Y/N.”

[bornfreeone-kiss]

2NE1 CONCERT [WELCOME BACK] - D3 IN SEOUL (OCT 6, 2024)

2NE1, Bigbang's GD & Daesung, Se7en, Gummy, Winner's Seunghoo & Jinwoo & Mino, IKON Donghyuk

[homoerotikos]

be bisexual, eat hot chip & lie

[kcake555]

B.I cake 🍰

[dropthedemiurge]

AAAAAHHHHHHH?!?!

A member of my favourite K-pop group, iKON Koo Junhoe, just promoted Love for Love's Sake on his Instagram?! Have I just died and entered a happy game realm?

"The work of my beloved younger bro was just released, please everyone give it a lot of attention! (tagging Joowan)"

My guy. My bro, my dude, my idol, Junhoe, HOW DO YOU KNOW JOOWAN? WHEN DID YOU GET "MY VERY LOVED BROTHER"?? Please tell me you watched LFLS.

(to those who don't know, iKON is an incredible and rebellious group, and Junhoe has became an actor since last year. He already has been filming 5 dramas, including popular ones True to Love and Twinkling Watermelon, and soon will be his first drama where he is the main lead - and he and director of Weak Hero follow each other and I've been going crazy thinking what if he's in the second season, but if he knows Joowan and others, what if he enteres the world of rookie acting in BLs as well? I might actually go insane)

I literally had to check several times. Wow.

[tinybeetiny]

Okay…. Hear me out

Listen….. listen… hear me out please. Imagine. JYP of all people kidnaps you along with all your biases and yall have to go through a bunch of different trials like facing your fears, getting through some fucked up rooms…. In our own delulu ways they all fall in love with you and they all try and save you and help as much as they can. Spicy, angst, horror… etc. please don’t judge me

[mateoeoshifts]

                ➳　　 ☕️　　 ♡　 　⁺　 🕯️　 ⪩ ⪨

　 　ʾ 　　（❀ ˘˘） 　　∿ 001 . 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰

﹫   ﹒   `🎹`ꜛ  HELLOO , my name is mateo. I AM A KPOP SHIFTER, though I do have other drs. I came on here to share my… drs.. and mainly yap about my faves 🔥🔥🔥. I hope to get along with everyone I meet here and to have good friends too! I will primarily make posts about my drself in my main drs, though my side drs MAY make an appearance. I also make scenarios, concept photos, and all of that good stuff!!

                ➳　　 ☕️　　 ♡　 　⁺　 🕯️　 ⪩ ⪨

　ʾ 　　（❀ ˘˘） 　　∿ 002 . 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘴

﹫   ﹒   `⚜️`ꜛ  main drs : BigBang , ATEEZ, OETAM (Solo) , Better Cr , IKON

﹫   ﹒   `☕️`ꜛ side drs :

Con:Soul (group shift)

Haikyuu

NCT

Idol School

2PM

SKZ

I HOPE TO MAKE MANY SHIFTING FRIENDS, ALSO SOME PEOPLE WITH SIMILAR DRS AS ME!! I WILL MAKE A INTRODUCTION TO ALL MY MAIN DRS TOO.. I SWEAR. PLEASE BE MY FRIEND 💔

[kpop-bbg]

[crabsxdragons]

[23:13]

warning: mature content

He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.

Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.

He couldn’t be more wrong-

The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-

A gasp breaks the silence.

“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.

He licked his lips, making his way closer.

“Yes, darling”

“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.

He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”

“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.

He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.

“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.

He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.

“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.

“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”

“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.

He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-

-and he lost it.

Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?

Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.

“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.

“You should take a shower, it’s late”

He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”

The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”

“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.

“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.

He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”

“-hopefully with nothing on”

note:

hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨

[soulmateszedits]

⌜ Jay × Ikon ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Boyfriend Material

[f4irytkii]

i want to fuck a puddle, give that kitty cuddle ᡴꪫ

kilo halo'd angel, fuck me slow and subtle ᧔ ⑅ ᧓

don't you wanna taste it? ᡴꪫ

just to get it started virtuistic patience ᡴꪫ

take it 'cause you earned it ᧔ ⑅ ᧓

[bornfreeone-kiss]

2NE1 CONCERT [WELCOME BACK] IN SEOUL (OCT 4-6, 2024)

[homoerotikos]

◟✿ 🍼 ❤︎˚ུ̣̣̣ . ۫ . ۪⦂ ꒰੭

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★ POV: K-idol x reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

Trigger warning: swearing ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

The warehouse echoed with an unsettling emptiness as you were roughly shoved inside. This time, it was another man—not Jun Ho—who brought you here. The familiar interrogation room chair awaited, opposite the boss's empty chair. The two men were still hanging there, the puddle of blood beneath them having grown larger. Their bodies were a gruesome reminder of what happened to those who crossed the boss. Fortunately, you didn't have to endure the sight for long before being pushed into the chair.

To your surprise, Jun Ho— whose gang name you had learned was Python—had suddenly positioned himself next to you. You had overheard one of the men addressing him by that name earlier. You looked at him, surprised since you hadn’t seen him in the hall before. He didn’t even spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the empty chair before you.

"Boss Cobra will be here soon," one of the guards announced, breaking the heavy silence.

"Cobra it is," you thought, a realization dawning on you. That name sounded familiar. You must have overheard it while waiting in H/N's office during his meetings.

Your heart raced as you contemplated what was to come. Would H/N be able to find you? Would he confront Cobra? The fear of what awaited you under that man’s rule twisted in your stomach. You turned slightly to Jun Ho, studying him, trying to gauge whether he was an ally or just another pawn in this deadly game. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that left you with more questions than answers.

A moment later, a figure strode into the room, radiating an aura of power and menace. Cobra. He entered the hall, clad in an immaculate white suit, walking with the confidence of a man who believed he owned everything—and everyone—in the room. He was flanked by two men who appeared to be his bodyguards, their expressions mirroring their leader's – emotionless and deadly.

His gaze locked onto you immediately, a twisted smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that offered comfort or warmth. It was the practiced charm of a predator, pretending familiarity, that made your skin crawl.

"It's so good to see you, my wildcat," he purred, his voice smooth but carrying the underlying threat of a snake ready to strike. His words oozed with false affection as if he were greeting an old lover. The tone made you want to retch, the nickname he used now feeling like a brand, a reminder of your imprisonment.

"Did you miss me?" Cobra leaned in, the faint scent of expensive cologne doing little to mask the suffocating malice that clung to him. His voice was low and almost seductive, but it dripped with manipulation. You instinctively recoiled, but his lips brushed the top of your head—a grotesque imitation of intimacy. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, lingering too long. You shuddered under his touch, every nerve in your body screaming to pull away, but you forced yourself to stay still.

A flicker of movement from Jun Ho caught your eye. His normally stoic demeanor faltered for a brief second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with something far more personal than simple professionalism. His stance grew rigid, and the tension radiating off him was palpable. It wasn’t just Cobra’s theatrics getting to him—it was Cobra touching you.

Jealousy simmered beneath the surface of Jun Ho’s calm exterior. Seeing Cobra treat you like something he owned, like a plaything, was more than he could bear. His protective instinct had become harder to suppress ever since you were brought into this nightmare. Each time Cobra got close, Jun Ho felt an almost primal need to shield you from the man’s poisonous grasp.

He wanted to intervene, to pull you away from Cobra’s suffocating presence, but he was bound by his position, and it burned him alive inside.

"So, our little game is about to end, wouldn't you say?" Cobra settled into the chair opposite you, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You looked at him, puzzled. "What game?"

His grin widened, exuding an air of superiority that made you want to slap it off his face. "Well, your fiancé's death game, of course. We lured him here on our terms. He has until midnight to show up, or you..." His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. "Or you’ll die." He said it so nonchalantly as if human lives meant nothing to him.

"Why are you doing this?" you choked out.

Cobra’s grin stretched even wider as he watched the shock and fear flash across your face, feeding his ego.

"You see, sweetheart," he continued, his tone almost casual, "there are rules in this world, and your little fiancé decided he didn’t want to play by them. So now, he’s learning the hard way. How stupid of him to mess with me." His eyes sparkled with cruel delight. He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap, his arrogance radiating from him like heat.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, but the anger bubbling up inside you refused to be silenced. "You think you can control everything with your twisted games? He’ll come for me, and when he does—"

Cobra cut you off with a laugh, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, he’ll come. I’m counting on it. But what do you think will happen when he does?" He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "This is my territory. He walks in, he walks into his grave. This, my dear, is the lesson he’ll learn: what it means to lose everything he loves." Cobra’s voice turned low, each word more venomous than the last. "And if he doesn’t show? Well, you won’t be around to see his regret."

You felt your hands trembling, a mix of fear and fury flooding your senses. But you wouldn’t give Cobra the satisfaction of seeing you break. "You’re underestimating him," you said, your voice steadying despite the fear clawing at you. "You won’t win."

Cobra chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "We’ll see, darling. We’ll see."

"Boss, five minutes to midnight," one of the bodyguards said, breaking the tense silence.

"Please, H/N, don’t come. This is a trap," you silently pleaded, your heart racing.

"You see, I'm not going to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "That would be such a waste. Instead, I give you the honor of becoming my bride." He smiled as if he were offering you the world on a silver platter. "You’ll still be the wife of the most feared boss. The only difference is, I'll be the man at your side. The only true boss, as it should be, after eliminating that filthy trash,

H/N." His eyes sparkled with twisted delight as if he had just delivered the most romantic proposal. But to you, it was pure madness.

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to fathom the depths of his delusion. Had he just listened to himself? Did he really think he could erase your love for H/N with a title and power? As if your bond with H/N was just about status or influence. Your stomach churned with revulsion as you realized how little Cobra understood about love, loyalty, or even basic human emotion. His idea of a relationship was a twisted power play, devoid of anything real.

"I’d rather die than be with you," you spat, your voice trembling with fury and defiance. "H/N is the only one for me, and it has nothing to do with his power or wealth."

At your words, Jun Ho shifted beside you. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His reaction was almost imperceptible, but you noticed it, the way your declaration of loyalty to H/N stoked something deep inside him. Cobra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. His smile evaporated, replaced by a snarl of pure rage.

"How dare you, you bitch!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the hall. "I'll teach you some manners. Like it or not, you're going to be mine."

He glanced at his watch, a cruel grin stretching across his face. "Just one more minute." His voice dropped, oozing with mockery. "What a pity. Looks like your knight on the white horse won’t be here in time to save you."

But before you could process the weight of his threat, a voice cut through the tense air like a blade. Deep, dark, and filled with unbridled fury.

"That’s where you’re wrong."

Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped up. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

There, standing in the doorway like an avenging force, was H/N, his silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering into the room. His presence filled the space, dominating it. His eyes locked on Cobra, but there was something more in his gaze when it flicked briefly to you—a silent promise. He had come for you.

"Here I am."

To be continued...

♡

Finally, there he is! Our hero/prince/avenger...

Stay tuned for part 15!

｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡

Happy Birthday dear Chris/Bang Chan!

Thank you for being such a wonderfully talented, kind, and inspiring person. Wishing you all the love, happiness, and success you deserve. Thank you for existing! Big hug! 💕✨

Love, YumiYue 🌙

(⌒▽⌒)♡

Follow me on: 📸 Instagram: @yumiyue07 🎵 TikTok: @yumiyue07 📝 Wattpad: @LunaVerse_YumiYue

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction inspired by Stray Kids’ song “Freeze”. All characters and events are fictional and are not intended to represent real people or events.

All rights reserved. Please do not repost or reproduce this story without permission.

© 2024 LunaVerse - YumiYue07. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

Tag list ♡ @catlove83 @burningemberz

[orchidbloom]

Kingdom: Legendary War is basically about a bunch of attractive men falling in love with other attractive men