#Yechan smut

[oracle-of-dream]

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: Yechan is from the rookie idol group, 82Majors, and his managers have set him up in the studio to get some amazing photos. But he's heard of your other prizes for good behavior, so he's interested in your other services...

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, facial, degradation, domYechan, cum eating

Wordcount: 1.7k

You spent your morning selecting the songs for the playlist vibe you needed for today's photoshoot. Rookie idols were always tricky to deal with. Most were scared so stiff that they could hardly count as models...

Today, Yechan from 82Majors was your muse. The appointment was a last-minute order from management, and someone must've paid a chunk of money to call you in before noon. It's a part of your contract that you don't have to work before noon without an extra fee determined based on your mood for the day. It was 8am, so you told your boss to push for 40% higher than your usual rate. This usually moved companies away to pick a later time, but your boss immediately texted you back, telling you to get ready.

It was ten minutes before the photoshoot was supposed to start. Your staff set up everything from lights, cameras, software, and canvases. There was murmuring in the prep room, which is the room before entering the main studio, which meant the client had arrived. After some time, likely for hair and makeup to work him over, a young man with brown hair and strong cheekbones entered and greeted you.

"Hello, photographer y/n. It's a pleasure to be working with you, and thank you so much for taking our call so late minute." He bowed deeply.

"Yeah, hi. Just called me, y/n. Photographer y/n is a little much."

The boy nodded. "I-I'm Yechan, from 82Major!"

"I know who you are. I read the paperwork," you replied dryly.

Your morning coffee hadn't kicked in yet... This was going to be an extremely rough morning.

Yechan took his time to go around to the rest of the staff and introduce himself to each of them, handing out small gift bags from his company.

You looked at your phone for the time. 8AM.

"Okay, that's enjoy chitchat. I'm already at 30% on the irritated scale, and being behind schedule will make it jump to 50%."

With your clear directions, everyone hopped to attention and started scrambling to their stations. Yechan hustled off to get his hair and makeup re-touched before stepping onto the canvas.

"Yechan, if you have any issues or questions with the photos, tell me. The one thing I hate more than waking up early is someone who can't speak on issues.

Yechan nodded eagerly and took followed directions beautifully. Every single angle, down to the degree, was perfect. Clearly practiced. Because of that, you managed to wrap up the first set of photos easily.

"Let's take 10 and switch outfits. We're making excellent time, so let's keep the pace up." You announced to the team.

As you went back to your studio chair, Yechan approached you meekly.

"Yes?" you asked without looking at him, more interested in your phone.

"Um... I'd like to ask you about your services, sir." Yechan mumbled.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him. "My services? I'm a photographer. I take pictures. Be clear about what you want."

"Okay, then I'll be straightforward." Yechan took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd like to please you."

You raised an eye. "Please me? I'm happy enough that we're ahead of schedule. You want me to be happy? Keep working hard."

Yechan shook his head. "I don't know if there's some sort of secret code or something... it's honestly a little embarrassing to just say, you know."

You giggled in your seat, finally looking up from your phone. Yechan was a pretty good-looking man. Knows his angles, good body proportions, and a face card that doesn't look like it'll decline with its high limit. You bet he was about 6 1/2 inches, with a left curve. You read that he was from Canada and the brother of another idol, but you can't remember the brother's name...

You sat back in your chair. "Do you mean you want to have sex with me, boy?"

Yechan's face got pink instantly. "Well, they said you were really frank. But I still didn't–"

"So it's a no?"

"It's a yes! I do want to have... s–sex with you."

You smiled. "And what did you have in mind, young man?" The age gap between you wasn't big, but you could tell he was melting from you treating him like he's the younger in this situation.

"I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you have no plan? That's not very well prepared of you."

"I'm pretty skilled though! I got a few tricks!"

You smiled bigger. "Tricks? And what if I refuse? Yechan's face turned white. He clearly didn't consider the possibility of you saying no to him. "You didn't think I was some prostitute, did you? That you could just say, sex, and I'll give it?"

He shook his head, "No! Of course not–I'd never think that."

"Then tell me, what would you want? If you can have anything from this."

He looked around before getting closer to whisper. "Um... If I could choose. I think I'd be really into cumming on your face after you suck me off, and maybe I call you a few names and stuff..."

"Oh, that's it?"

He shrugged. "I'm a rather simple guy..."

"Then, simply guy, let's finish this up so we can get busy," you winked at him as you went off to find more of your staff, leaving him alone with a clear boner.

The photoshoot resumed, Yechan in his new outfit. The crop top really complimented his figure, and honestly got you more excited for what was coming. You could also tell he was pretty excited. His cock could barely stay inside his pants, a few pictures had his tip peeking out, and you personally deleted those to save him from the embarrassment.

After the photoshoot, Yechan went into the dressing room to get changed. You dismissed the staff for the night, thanked everyone for being present, and then walked into the dressing room.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You called.

Yechan let out a small yelp, covering himself. "I'm in here!"

"Yes, obviously. I came here to find you." You closed the door and locked it behind you. "I'm here to give you the reward you requested for being such a good boy today."

Yechan's face was red, his shirt and underwear were on, but his pants were still on the floor.

You winked at him, "easy access? For me? How considerate."

"That's not–"

You dropped to your knees and started crawling over to him. "This is your reward, remember? Anything you want goes, but if either of us says stop, we're done."

Yechan nodded, still covering his crotch.

You crawled right up to him, your face inches away from his dick. "Are you going to hide all day? Isn't it your desire to take charge?" You unbutton your shirt, letting it sensually slide down your shoulders, but not taking it off completely.

"So, I can just go?" Yechan asked again to be sure.

"Yep, just–" Yechan pulled your hair and pushed you into his crotch, making you huff his musk. Slightly sweaty, but pretty clean. You could feel his cock throbbing under the thin fabric, 6 1/2 inches, and curved to the left... You moved your hand to touch it, but Yechan slapped it away.

"Did I tell you to use your hands, s–slut!?" He hesitated at calling you a slut. But the submissive look in your eye reaffirmed him. "Use your mouth to take it out."

You maneuvered your mouth to his waistband, nose grinding against his abs, and dragged his boxes down. His cock smacked you in the face as you moved. His balls were heavy and full, he was throbbing like crazy, and even a slight graze earned a guttural groan. Yechan had really been waiting for you...

"Get to work, whore."

You look up at him, still keeping your hands off him as you caught his cock in your mouth and started licking.

"More than that, I don't want you half-assing it. I'm a busy man!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you into him to make you take more.

Yechan was starting to get more into it, which made you want to mess with him. He wouldn't last long if you tried to push him to it, but if he's so busy, then he can handle it. You straightened your back, corrected his hand to move your head and not pull your hair, and relaxed your jaw. Yechan noticed the change in your attitude as he started getting greedy. Pushing you deep, holding you there, all while telling you how much of an attention whore you are. You pressed him more, flattening your tongue and turning off the gag reflex. You were taking over.

"Wait, holy f–fuck," he moaned as he grabbed a nearby table. "Oh, you're so good. So, so, good at this." You squeezed his balls, earning more praise. "My balls too! Fu–fuck, baby just like that. Keep chugging it." He pushed you down, controlling the tempo, making it faster. "Your mouth is amazing, I–I'm gonna fucking cum." He almost whined as you pulled off of him, jerking him off and licking his tip. His pressure was building. Fast. "Please let me cum on your face!"

You giggled. "Say it in character!"

Yechan's words were still fumbling. "I–I will cum on your face?" He questioned before you squeezed his balls firmly. "God Damn," his cum shot out and landed on your face. "My... g–god." He wouldn't stop, pump after pump. It was at last 8 pumps, full of cum, now on your face. Each was accompanied by a thrust and whining moans from Yechan. You stroked him through it all, milking him completely before giving the tip a lick and a kiss.

"All done?"

Yechan breathlessly smeared his cum on your face, using his cock. Pushing it toward your mouth. "I'm sorry for the mess..." He said breathlessly.

You pulled out your phone and took a picture with Yechan. Cock still out and cum on your face, but a little less as you wiped some off. You put the tip back in your mouth for your picture, earning more begging from Yechan.

"P–Please! No more, I can't cum again!"

You help Yechan finish getting dressed and clean yourself up, sending him on his way and adding his photo to the folder with the others...

[silly-flower419]

MDNI

Trying not to thirst over Yechan again but oh well

Imagine sucking him off so good and he turns into a mess while he can't even think straight and starts to speak konglish with you because he can't handle the pleasure as he grips the bedsheets and turns into a moaning mess

[hannybun]

Hiii I just found your blog and I'm already in love 💓 there's barely anyone who writes for xikers. So who in xikers would be a hard dom soft dom, or switch

Xikers: A hard dom, soft dom, or a switch

Genre: Smut (18+) MDNI

Warnings: Oral sex (Giving/Receiving), degradation, praise, brat/brat tamer, Dacryphilia, corruption kink, Dumbification (Sumin and Seeun), mention of free use (Junghoon), mention of breeding (Hunter), Maknae line is included (If you’re uncomfortable with that), etc if there is more pls let me know

Author note: I had a lot of fun writing this one

Minjae: He is definitely a hard dom in my opinion. As the leader, he definitely loves it when you let him talk the lead in bedroom. If you decide to act like brat while he’s working on his music then you’ll be in for one hell of a night. Roughly fucking into you from behind and refusing to let you cum until he believes you. After you two finish, he will clean you up and cuddle with you until you both fall asleep

Junmin: Probably the only member in the group that is a switch leaning towards a sub. It’s not that can’t take the lead in bed (he very much can) it’s just loves it even more when you take control. One of his favorite things during sex is when you’re ride him for multiple orgasms and he can’t do anything except moan and whine. The only time he’ll be the dom is if it’s a occasion like your birthday and he wants to do all the work

Sumin: Him being a hard dom just makes so much sense to me. Out of all the members, he definitely has the most kinks probably too much to list here but one of his main kinks is corruption. The concept of you being a sweet girl that becomes so obsessed with him and his cock that you can’t physically pull yourself away from him drives him insane

Jinsik: He just gives me soft dom vibes to me. He’s more a pleasure dom than anything else tbh. Whenever his eating you out, it usually leads to multiple orgasms to the point that it becomes almost painful and you’re pushing his head back. Even though he’s a soft dom that likes to praise you most of the time he wouldn’t hesitate to say to call you a slut if he feels jealous

Hyunwoo: He is definitely a switch leaning towards soft dom. He likes to be the dom 70% of the time especially when he is needy. Like, you two could be eating at a restaurant and if he feels like it then he’ll pull into a bathroom and tell you to suck him off until he feels satisfied. He won’t ever admit it to you but he thinks it’s so hot if you push him into being submissive

Junghoon: It was a kind of hard to fully decide if he was a hard or soft dom but I think leans towards being a hard dom. I definitely believe that he has a dacryphilia kink, seeing you cry while he fucks his fingers into you makes his dick ache. If you consent to the idea of free use then that will become a regular occurrence

Seeun: He’s definitely a soft dom and he loves it. It’s mainly the fact that he so much taller than you that really gets him going. Like Junghoon, he has a thing for crying except it’s for when you’re begging for him to fuck you and than he feels satisfied enough to finally fuck you until you’re crying and can’t speak properly. Also likes to tease you while you’re in public like rubbing your thighs

Yujun: Yujun is 100% a pure switch and has no prefer role during sex. He just so desperate to touch you and make you feel good. They’re days when he just wants you to get him off while you’re both touching each other and others when he’s so needy for you that he just fucks you for hours, not hearing your whines for him to slow down

Hunter: Hunter is someone who gives off soft dom vibes. Hunter loves to treat his s/o like a princess so he likes doing all the work while you lay in bed taking all the pleasure in. The type to give kisses all over your body and give you endless calling you his princess of how well you’re taking him in (He’s packing believe me). He may or may not have a hidden breeding kink but that’s a story for another time

Yechan: Yechan’s took me some time to figure out but I think he’s a Switch leaning towards soft dom. Yechan is someone who is still trying to figure what kind of things he likes in bed and is unsure of what to do, so he really likes when you take the lead. Once he gains more confidence in the bedroom, he slowly becomes more of dom. He gives me jealous sex vibes in my opinion (If you want to add more to this feel free to)

[yunhohours]

My Uber’s Here

✗ Pairing: stranger!yechan x fem!afab!reader

✗ Word count: 3.5k

✗ Warnings: reader is hot and she knows it, yechan is fuckingjskkdks hot too, party atmosphere, mentions of but no use of drugs/alcohol, fingering (f. receiving), a pinch of dirty talk for flavor, a dash of exhibitionism, cum eating, this one doesn’t exactly have a romantic ending besties

✗ A/N: i don’t normally include this, but i added the outfit inspos in the “header.” please keep in mind that reader does not have any particular body type or skin color. outfit inspo is hot girl attire for any reader with any body type or complexion <3

Parties are so not your scene. You don’t like drinking, you don’t like drugs, and you definitely don’t like inebriated people stumbling into you every few minutes when you’re just trying to be a piece of eye candy for all the lucky onlookers. That’s all parties are for you–an excuse to look hot. The power you feel when people can’t peel their eyes off of you even as another person is desperately trying to hold their attention is intoxicating. It’s the only drug you need.

Tonight, you’ve outdone yourself. Everything is black–something you’ve noticed is a guaranteed head-turner. Men especially can’t keep their jaws off the floor when you go this route. Your skirt is short, flaring out just enough at your hips and stopping just below your ass. It barely covers all the important bits, but it does. You’ve got a lace bralette adorning your chest, covered only by an off the shoulder fishnet “top,” if you can call it that. A sizable corset belt connects your top and bottom halves, hiding the skin that would otherwise be on display without it. To finish things off in the most heartless way possible, you’ve opted for thigh highs and chunky ankle boots. You look like the femme fatale of everyone’s dreams and you know it.

You’re watching as a tall, caramel-skinned, muscular man eye fucks you while simultaneously kissing the neck of a perfectly pretty girl that has glued herself to his front. He’s not subtle. You’re holding eye contact while the poor girl thinks she has his full attention. It’s fucked up but this is fun for you. You let your fingers skate across your scantily clad chest for his view, drinking it up when his eyes follow every movement automatically. It’s as if he has no choice but to let you lure him in further. 

It’s only when he looks back up to you and then flicks his gaze towards the bathroom that it stops being fun. You roll your eyes and look away from him, giving him back to the girl eagerly pulling his leg between hers. You never wanted him. You just wanted his desire. You wanted to see if you could have it and how much of it he would give you. Now you know. Now it’s boring again.

As you’re scanning the room for a new distraction–a new plaything, perhaps–you notice that there is already someone looking at you. Not just looking generally like most of the men in the room, but looking up at your face with a knowing smirk on his. Okay, you’ll bite. You’re curious. You look back at him without hesitation, expecting him to pretend he wasn’t staring at you, but he doesn’t. He stares back and the smirk on his lips grows just enough for you to notice. You raise a brow at him. Why are you looking at me like that? Understanding your silent question, he tosses his gaze in the direction of your last victim and you have to chew on your lip to keep from laughing.

Oh. So he knows what you’ve been up to.

You shrug your shoulders with faux innocence, eyes turning doll-like to sell your character. His head sways on his shoulders as he “considers” whether or not to believe you, and then he just nods, winking at you before dropping his eyes from yours, his attention now elsewhere. That’s all she wrote, it seems.

Except now you’re the one that’s intrigued. Now you’re the one that can’t take your eyes off of him. 

Refusing to let that be it, you decide to take a seat on the couch across from him. There are three: the one he’s sitting on, another placed at a right angle to his, and yours. You have to squish your body into the space at the end, the smell of too much cologne and alcohol flooding your senses as bodies are pressed on your free side and surrounding you behind the back of the couch. Normally, you would never do this. Being one with all the sloppy, foul-smelling randoms is not an option. But he is worth the sacrifice.

He. Who is he? You don’t know his name. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen him before. You’d remember, wouldn’t you? 

You realize that his precious attention is on his phone. His thumb is scrolling steadily, undoubtedly browsing his social media app of choice. Instagram? Twitter? He’s wearing headphones. What is he listening to? You chew on the inside of your cheek as you ponder his headphones for a second longer. He also doesn’t care about being here. There’s music playing in this house, but he’d rather listen to his own. You like that.

He doesn’t seem to notice you’re watching him–something you try not to be offended by–so you take the time to take in his appearance. You got a peek before, but you were more curious about the situation then, so now’s your chance to see what he really looks like.

He’s wearing a grey hoodie–oversized. The hood is up and one of his hands is in the pouch. His jeans are relaxed-fit and black and his sneakers match the color palette of the hoodie-jean combo. You can’t help but think you two would’ve looked great showing up together tonight. Maybe, if things go your way, you can leave together instead. You can’t see much of his face with it turned downward, but you notice the way his dark hair covers his eyebrows and an unexpected button nose.

As if he could sense you, his gaze drifts upwards until you’re once again making eye contact. You fight the urge to look away and make a mental note of how much you hate being on this side of the game you play. The little smirk is back on his face and he sits back into the couch, dropping his phone in his lap. His much too inviting lap. He has been manspreading since you started looking at him, but it’s harder to ignore that when he’s leaning back like he is now.

What? He mouths from his side of the room, a playful glint in his eye. 

You find yourself shrugging at him for the second time tonight and it makes you feel off your game. You search for something to say that might turn the tables back in your favor. It has to be simple enough to read on your lips. You’re sure he can’t actually hear you with his headphones still in.

You don’t really get the chance to think about it too much. The sweaty bodies that had been pressing into you now and again are suddenly moving a lot more than before. You reluctantly look away from him to see what’s going on, but all you know is that everyone seems to be getting up and stumbling towards the back door. Good. You don’t care why. You just want them all gone.

You allow yourself to settle into the couch more comfortably and look back at what’s-his-name. He seems to be able to read some confusion on your face. Pool, he explains. Ah, so that’s where everyone is going. You can’t help but think that drunk people shouldn’t be anywhere near a pool, but the selfish part of you determines that it’s not your problem and you’d much rather stay where you are.

There are a few stragglers left in the room now, but you feel strangely alone with this man. It’s the tunnel vision, you figure.

“What’s your name?” You have to know.

He doesn’t seem to be adept at lip-reading, because he pulls out one of his headphones and asks you to repeat yourself.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

Okay, he’s good. If he wants to play, you’ll play. You consider what you know about him, but it’s almost nothing. You know that he’s observant. You know that he’s not necessarily interested in what everyone else is doing. You assume, based on his knowledge that everyone was going to the pool, that he probably knows someone here quite well. You don’t have much else to work with and, for some reason, that’s thrilling.

You hum to yourself, crossing one leg over the other so that your skirt rides up just enough to be noticeable–a test. Will he fall into your trap, staring like all the others? Unable to proceed because he’s too busy drooling? Yes–no. His eyes briefly follow your movement, but they come back to yours before you can tempt him further. Okay, so he’s interested, but he’s not a mindless, horny dog. Good.

“You’re not going to the pool?”

“Are you?”

You roll your eyes but you’re wearing a stupid grin on your face. He’s being annoying but it’s working. “When are you going to start giving me real answers?”

“When are you going to come sit in my lap?”

You hesitate. You never hesitate. “What?”

“Easier to talk to you if you’re not all the way over there.”

You cock your head, many questions floating around in your mind. He’s not wrong, but sitting beside him would work just as well. 

He picks up his phone, previously resting in his lap, and places it on the arm of the couch instead. He knows you’re going to come to him. You wish he was wrong.

You take inventory of the room before standing, but you’re not sure why. You don’t normally mind who sees you doing what with who. The room is empty aside from two people passed out on the couches, but neither of them are close enough to be a problem. Lacking any reason to prolong the inevitable, you stand, smoothing your skirt down your thighs before walking over to your mystery man.

His head falls back against the cushion behind him as he gazes up at you. He’s patient. He doesn’t rush you even as you just stand there looking at him. He’s even more gorgeous up close. You’re sure his eyes were round and adorable earlier, but right now they’re heavily lidded. You don’t know if substance or lust is to blame.

“Do you need me to help you?”

You internally curse yourself for the response your body has to that question, the warmth between your legs too evident for you to ignore at this point. He’s so sure of himself. He’s not intimidated by you. God, that’s fucking hot.

“What if I do?”

You don’t. You both know you don’t. Still, he reaches his long arms behind you, hands carefully gripping the backs of your thighs, expertly pulling you forward and dropping you into his lap. As if to say I got you, he winks.

You need to stop yourself from obsessing over the feel of his grip on your plush thighs, so you quickly try to redirect: “What are you listening to?”

Without answering, he offers you one of his headphones. You take it, somehow surprised by how much he can make you feel while saying so little. You place the headphone in your ear and nod when you hear the r&b song invading your inner world. You’re not sure what song it is, but you had him pegged for an r&b guy.

The music is much better than anything that’s been playing since you’ve been here. You guess he probably listens to a lot of artists that aren’t mainstream. The music is almost too good, actually. It’s making everything feel really intimate right now. But then again… you are sitting in his lap and gazing at each other while sharing his headphones. Maybe it just is intimate.

Minutes of silence and tension pass. Well, not literal silence. There’s the music, obviously. But you barely register it. You’re lost, staring into his eyes because he doesn’t shy away from looking right back into yours. This is the drunkest you’ve ever felt at a party.

“You’re…” You can tell by how long his mouth is moving that he said more, but you could only hear the ‘you’re’ at the beginning of his sentence.

“What?” You mouth back.

His hands, well-behaved at his sides until now, move. One of them beckons you closer to him at your lower back and the other plucks the headphone from your ear momentarily. “You’re too pretty to be here,” he mumbles against your ear, every hair on your body standing up. He replaces the headphone and sits back again, letting his hands rest on your outer thighs. It’s like he doesn’t even know that he’s driving you fucking crazy. Except he does. That’s his modus operandi.

You’re quickly losing any shred of composure you had. You want to be frustrated that he’s able to put you under his spell like this, but you’re too busy wanting him with every fiber of your being. Fuck, you hiss under your breath, closing your eyes and tilting your head to the ceiling. Maybe if you stop looking at him. Maybe if you turn your head to the heavens…

You almost jump when your moment of self-collection is interrupted, your fingernails leaving crescent moons on the insides of your palms. 

“You should let me fuck you with my fingers.”

His voice is too close again. You turn your head back and find that his is right there, eyes showing no signs of the nervousness you feel. God, his lips are right there too. You hadn’t realized when he did it, but the music is quieter now. He wanted to make sure you heard him.

“That’s… bold. Isn’t it?”

His face twists into that of a scoff, but he doesn’t audibly scoff at you. He waits to make sure your eyes stay locked on his before he speaks.

“Is it? You don’t know me. You don’t know my name. You know absolutely nothing about me but you came right to my lap when I asked and now you’re practically drooling all over my clothes and your eyes are begging for me. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Well… when he puts it like that. But you don’t want it to be so easy. You hate being the easy one. You scoff, for real this time. You look away from him, but you know it’s in vain because you make no effort to get off his lap or refute him.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he repeats. You’re not sure when his hand snuck its way between your thighs, but you can feel his fingers permitting themselves up your skirt, only stopping when his middle one is pressed against the crotch of your panties. You curse under your breath again. Now he knows how badly you want him. Surely he can feel it in the warm wetness there.

You turn your head back to him just in time to see him smirk. 

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll fuck you nice and good so you don’t have to keep making a mess of yourself, yeah?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing at his vulgar language. You need him to keep that promise.

Your lids already feel heavy as he pushes his way inside your panties, fingers collecting some of your slick before gliding up to your aching nub. Your eyes look around the room again and you hear the music’s volume go back up. Everyone is still outside, but you can see more people on the other side of the windows, and it makes you think that it might not be long before some of them start coming back in. It’s a good thing he’s just using his fingers and that you won’t last long anyway.

Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment when you realize how overwhelmed you are already–this gorgeous man under you, his fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, the music just loud enough that you can’t hear anything else. You gasp when your head is being turned against your will. Look at me, he mouths, knowing you won’t be able to hear him. He doesn’t let go of your jaw until he feels sure that you won’t look away again.

When he does let go, it’s at the same time as his middle finger pushes itself inside of you, making your jaw fall slack and your eyes grow wide. You didn’t know he was wearing rings until you could feel the bulky, cold metal stretching you out. You can’t hear yourself well, but you know you moaned and you know it wasn’t quiet. You can feel it in your throat. His tongue skates over his bottom lip, clearly enjoying the way you melt into his hands.

Your hands reach down, clutching his legs under you for support. His finger fucks into you not quite fast, not quite slow, his thumb making sure to give attention to your clit as well. You can’t peel your eyes away from his face. You want to kiss him, but you’re not sure if that’s “allowed” and you don’t want the sting of rejection when you’re feeling this good. 

While you’re burning his face into your memory, you notice that his headphone is laying on his shoulder. Did it fall out or did he take it out? You reach with a shaky hand to put it back in for him, but he shakes his head. Want to hear you. To punctuate himself, he pushes a second finger inside you, relishing in the choked out sob it pulls out of you. God, when did you get this needy? You barely recognize yourself.

His fingers speed up now, thrusting in and out of you with ease, and you’re grateful you can’t hear the squelching sounds you’re undoubtedly making. You’re moaning nonstop at this point, wishing you knew his name so you could latch onto it, cry for him while he takes you for himself. His thumb is harsh on your clit, your thighs shaking, tears pricking your eyes. You see him faux pout at you through your blurry vision.

He leans forward again, holding your upper body against him with his hand on your lower back–the same as before. The music gets quiet and his voice is low in your ear. “What if I make you cum right here? In my lap when everyone’s just outside? Would you like that?”

Neither of you miss the way you clench around his fingers. “Mm?” He asks, lips ghosting over your ear, but never fully giving you anything. You shiver from head to toe. 

Unexpectedly, his fingers slow. You whine, having expected him to do the opposite. “Guess you don’t want it after all.”

“N-no! Please,” you beg. Your hand grasps for his, wrapping around his wrist in the hopes of keeping his fingers inside of you. “God, fuck, please make me cum.”

“Hmm.” The vibration of his consideration so close to your ear makes you feel like you are vibrating. Fuck, maybe you are. He pulls back just enough to look at your face, his fingernail lightly scratching at your clit to keep you twitching. He lets his gaze drop to your lips and his own lips part. He leans in—even closer, if that’s possible—and you’re so sure he’s going to kiss you. 

“Then cum for me.”

He speaks the words against your lips and before you have time to process them, his fingers are fucking into you mercilessly, his eyes boring into yours. The music gets louder—louder than it ever was before. His free hand is wrapped firmly around your waist, trying to keep you from falling off his lap from his rough handling of you.

You’re so overstimulated by this situation that you can’t think or hear or even see. You can only feel. You feel so full. 

He never does kiss you. He just wants the up close and personal view of your face when you cum on his fingers, tears wetting your cheeks as you moan louder than you should given your setting. “Fuck,” he groans, more to himself than to you. 

He carefully removes his fingers from your cunt as you try to refocus yourself, blinking away the tears in your eyes and gripping his shirt for some source of steadiness. He’s smirking at you and you want to be annoyed, but how can you be when he inserts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning you off him? You whine like someone that didn’t just orgasm moments ago. How can you still possibly want him this bad? 

His eyes glance in the direction of a sound and you realize it’s the back door. Oh. Right. You glance too and your stomach tenses when you realize that only a few people are walking in, but there are already more people in the house than there were when you last checked. How long have they been there? How much did they see?

You’re deciding whether you want to know when, like a few times already tonight, the man’s voice is interrupting you. “Sorry, pretty. My uber’s here.”

You have to stop your jaw from dropping as you turn to look at him. When did he even call one? Just now? You didn’t expect him to literally just make you cum and dip.

He carefully pulls your panties back into place and gives your cheek a chaste kiss, tapping your thighs to signal that he needs you to get up. You do stand, albeit on wobbly legs, and watch as he makes his way to the front door, giving you one last wink before he disappears. 

[bruh-2004]

TEENAGE DREAM - SHIN YECHAN

yechan × female header | suggestive/smut (not explicit) & fluff

! inspirational music

You felt like the happiest woman in the world next to Yechan, but also how could you not feel that way? Everything about him is perfect, from his appearance to his happy and playful personality.

Your honeymoon trip was incredible, you stayed in a hotel facing a beach in Jeju, the place was beautiful and somehow had a magical feeling, as if everything you were living was a fairy tale.

Early in the morning you had coffee together in the hotel restaurant, you talked about many things and obviously your now husband never stopped telling you how much he loved you and how much he wanted this trip to make you happy.

Then they took advantage of the lighter morning sun to go enjoy the pool and then the beach, you didn't know how to swim very well so Yechan always found a way to keep his hands close to you, or on you, either hugging you, holding your hands, firmly holding your legs around his waist, preventing you from running the risk of drowning.

During the afternoon you took a walk around the city, visiting the tourist attractions and the most recommended restaurants, you took lots of photos together and of the places, Yechan would make you have the best afternoon of your life.

When the night arrived, you would have chosen to go to one of the parties that the hotel itself held, it was in an open space that gave access to the beach, you would have had a lot of fun together, dancing and drinking too, and there the atmosphere between you would have been somewhat... intense.

Arriving at the hotel room in the middle of a hurried and intense kiss, Yechan would close the room door and lean you against it, separating only to start undressing and Yechan would pick you up, he would place you carefully on the bed and without saying I would kiss your neck and slide my hands down your body... Amidst sighs and moans, your bodies would intertwine intensely, the two of you declaring to each other how much you love each other.

After the act, cuddling in bed between the sheets, caressing each other you would say to him "baby, you make me feel like I'm in a teenage dream", Yechan would open a loving smile and caressing your face he would say "and You are my teenage dream princess, I love you."

It took you a while to fall asleep, your emotions were strong and you wanted to spend more time looking at each other, but before dawn you finally managed to give in to sleep, sleeping safe and happy in each other's arms.

[bungbruh]

TEENAGE DREAM - SHIN YECHAN

yechan × female header | sugestivo/smut (não explícito) & fluff

! música de inspiração

Você se sentia a mulher mais feliz do mundo ao lado de Yechan, mas também como que você não iria se sentir assim? Tudo nele é perfeito, desde a aparência até a personalidade alegre e brincalhona.

A viagem de lua de mel de vocês estava sendo incrível, vocês se hospedaram em um hotel de frente à uma praia em Jeju, o lugar era lindo e de alguma forma passava uma sensação mágica, como se tudo oque vocês estavam vivendo fosse um conto de fadas.

No começo da manhã vocês tomavam café juntos no restaurante do hotel, conversavam sobre muitas coisas e obviamente seu agora marido não deixava de dizer o quanto ele te ama e o quanto ele quer que essa viagem te faça feliz.

Depois aproveitavam o sol mais leve da manhã pra irem curtir a piscina e depois a praia, você não sabia nadar muito bem então Yechan sempre dava um jeito de manter as mãos perto de você, ou em você, seja te abraçando, segurando suas mãos, segurando firmemente suas pernas ao redor da cintura dele, evitando que você corra o risco de se afogar.

Durante a tarde vocês deram um passeio pela cidade, conhecendo os postos turísticos e os restaurantes mais recomendados, tiraram muitas fotos juntos e dos lugares, Yechan faria você ter a melhor tarde da sua vida.

Quando chegasse à noite vocês teriam optado por ir em uma das festas que o próprio hotel fazia, era em um espaço aberto que dava acesso à praia, vocês se divertiram muito juntos, dançado e bebendo também, e lá mesmo o clima entre vocês teria ficado um tanto... intenso.

Chegando no quarto de hotel em meio a um beijo apressado e intenso, Yechan fecharia a porta do quarto e te encostaria nela, se separando apenas pra começarem a se despir e Yechan te pegaria no colo, ele te colocaria com cuidado na cama e sem dizer nada iria beijar seu pescoço e deslizar as mãos pelo seu corpo... Em meio a suspiros e gemidos os corpos de vocês se entrelaçariam intensamente, vocês dois declarando um ao outro o quanto se amam.

Após o ato, abraçados na cama entre os lençóis, fazendo carícias um no outro você diria pra ele "amor, você me faz sentir como se eu estivesse em um sonho adolescente", Yechan abriria um sorriso amoroso e acariciando seu rosto ele diria "e você é o meu sonho adolescente princesa, eu te amo".

Vocês demoraram pra dormir, as emoções eram fortes e vocês queriam passar mais tempo olhando um pro outro, mas antes do amanhecer finalmente conseguiram se entregar ao sono, dormindo seguros e felizes nos braços um do outro.

[lilianrennifer]

🐨 Jaehan

Nothing So Far

🐶 Hangyeom

Nothing So Far

🐿️ Xen

Nothing So Far

🐈‍⬛ Junghoon

Nothing So Far

🐭 Yechan

Nothing So Far

[darknesscreepin]

lee yechan

pairing : sub!yechan x dom!reader

been thinking about how yechan would be in any intimate situation, especially eating you out. after a lengthy make out session, you were getting visibly needy and yechan immediately jumped into action.

he’d gain so much satisfaction from eating you out. the more he hears you moan, the harder he’ll try to get you to orgasm. yechan wouldn’t stop at one though, no, he’d unintentionally overstimulate you. you just sound so pretty.

the feeling of his plump, soft lips, occasionally grazing your clit made you shiver. his arms would grip your thighs, trying to stabilize your legs. he would have such a firm hold on you, it turned you on.

you watched the top of yechan’s head move in between your legs, and knowing how much he enjoys it, made you want to last longer.

yechan would hate when you tried to make lengthen his time between your legs, regardless of how much he loved it. he would say “this is about you, i just want to make you feel good.”

almost in competition with you, he’s do his best to make you cum. thumbing your clit, or inserting a finger usually did the trick.

his breathing would pick up and you hear the light groans he lets out. your moans would pick up, yechan’s nose would graze against your clit, his eyes finding yours. he would be the happiest camper if you squirted on his face.

he’s do his best to catch every last drop, maintaining eye contact with you. you hadn’t noticed yet, but yechan came in his pants, his underwear sticky as he panted with his head on your thigh.

you ran your fingers through his black hair, streaked with a green-ish blue. the two of you sat in silence for a while, trying to catch your breath until yechan made his way back onto the bed. the two of you cuddled until you fell asleep.

UMMM DOUBLE UPLOAD THIS MONTH WOAH! yeah this is just like him being a pleaser has been rotting my brain for weeksss omg there was this one interview w summi and she asked him to do a kick. at first he was like “ehhh” and sunmi was like “oh, are your pants too uncomfortable?” or something like that and he was like “i’m just gonna do it😆” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT but there’s sm other stuff i notice about him when i watch content. i wanna write minjae next if i do another xikers one tho! okay bye who knows when i’ll post again!

[starskq]

PROTECTIVE BF / L.Y

Pairing ◊ reader x yechan

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff

Warnings ◊ none (tell me if you see one!)

Word count ◊ 1k

Summary ◊ Yechan hated when someone disrespected you.

You and Yechan had been dating for a few weeks now, and despite the short time, your relationship had blossomed beautifully. Yechan, with his playful demeanor and teasing nature, always found ways to make you smile. He had a knack for turning even the dullest moments into bursts of laughter, and you loved every bit of it. Your chemistry was undeniable, and anyone could see the affection you had for each other.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and the two of you decided to visit the local park. It was a popular spot, always bustling with people, and today was no different. Walking hand in hand, you shared jokes and stole kisses, your happiness evident to everyone around you.

As you strolled through the park, Yechan suddenly had an idea. "How about we grab some milkshakes from that diner down the street? I’m craving something sweet," he suggested with a grin.

"Sounds perfect," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement. The diner was one of your favorite spots, a charming place with a retro vibe and the best milkshakes in town.

Arriving at the diner, you slid into a cozy booth by the window. The waitress, recognizing you both as regulars, greeted you warmly and took your order. Yechan, as usual, couldn't resist teasing you while you waited.

"You know, I bet I can drink my milkshake faster than you," he challenged, a playful glint in his eyes.

You laughed, shaking your head. "You always say that, and you always lose."

Yechan leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear. "Maybe I just like watching you win."

Before you could respond, your blissful moment was interrupted when a group of guys walked by your booth. One of them, a tall, rough-looking guy, noticed you and decided to make a comment.

"Hey, pretty lady! Why don't you ditch the kid and hang out with a real man?" he sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Your smile faded instantly, replaced by discomfort. You tried to brush it off, but before you could say anything, you felt Yechan's grip on your hand tighten. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, steely gaze. He stepped forward, positioning himself protectively between you and the guy.

"Excuse me?" Yechan's voice was calm, but there was an underlying menace that sent chills down your spine.

The guy, oblivious to the warning in Yechan's tone, laughed mockingly. "You heard me. Why don't you let her decide who she wants to be with?"

You tugged at Yechan's arm, trying to pull him back. "Yechan, it's not worth it. Just leave it alone."

But Yechan didn't budge. His eyes were locked on the guy, and there was a dangerous glint in them. He chuckled; however, it was nothing like his usual playful chuckle; he was pissed off. "I think you owe her an apology," he said, his voice colder than you had ever heard. He arched an eyebrow and buried his hands in his pocket.

The guy's bravado faltered slightly, but he tried to maintain his tough exterior. "Or what? What are you going to do about it?"

Yechan took a step closer, his expression unchanging. "You don't want to find out. Apologize. Now."

The surrounding noise of the diner seemed to fade as a tense silence fell over the group. The guy's friends, sensing the shift in Yechan's demeanor, began to back away, leaving their friend to face the wrath of an angry boyfriend alone.

For a moment, the guy hesitated, but the intensity of Yechan's stare broke through his bravado. He looked away, muttering an insincere, "Sorry."

Yechan didn't move. "Louder. And mean it."

The guy's face reddened with embarrassment and anger, but he complied. "I'm sorry," he said, louder this time, though it was clear he didn't want to.

Yechan's gaze didn't waver. "Good. Now, get lost."

The guy mumbled something under his breath and quickly walked away, his friends following closely behind. Once they were out of sight, the tension in Yechan's posture eased, and he turned back to you, his eyes softening immediately.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle once more.

You nodded, still a bit shaken by the sudden confrontation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

Yechan smiled, the teasing glint returning to his eyes. "Anything for you, my love. But you know, you didn't have to stop me. I was just getting started."

You laughed, the tension melting away. "I know. But I prefer the cute and teasing Yechan. The menacing one is a bit scary."

Yechan chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I'll keep that in mind. But just so you know, I'll always defend you. No one disrespects my girl."

You hugged him tightly, feeling safe and loved. "I know. And I love you for it."

The waitress returned with your milkshakes, and you thanked her before taking a sip. The sweet, creamy flavor was exactly what you needed to shake off the unpleasant encounter. Yechan continued to make you laugh with his silly antics, and soon enough, you were both back to your usual playful banter.

As you enjoyed your milkshakes, Yechan leaned across the table, a serious look in his eyes. "Y/n, I mean it. I'll always be there for you. No one has the right to treat you badly."

You felt a lump in your throat at his sincerity. "I know, Yechan. And I appreciate it more than you know."

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "Good. Now, let's enjoy our milkshakes. I think we both deserve a treat after today."

Hand in hand, you left the diner, feeling more connected than ever. As you walked back to the park, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Yechan's unwavering support and love. You knew that no matter what happened, everything would be just fine as long as you had each other.

[x-82]

MDNI

he looks so good i’m not sane at all ?!?! the things i’d let him do to me 🫠

he’s so cute and pretty and ughh some1 shut me up before i speak further

[ox-imagines]

Omega X MTL: Volume in Bed

Hi hello good evening! This is my first time writing something smut-adjacent so bear with me, sorry if this isn't as,, intensive as you were hoping it would be lol but uh, enjoy!

Warnings: mild descriptions of sex noises

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction!! These are my own thoughts, feel free to disagree

Minors DNI!!

Loudest

Junghoon Hwichan Sebin Hangyeom Jaehan Xen Jehyun Yechan Hyuk Kevin Taedong

Quietest

Junghoon

If he thinks something feels good, you and anyone who comes near your room will know. He also tends to talk during, whether it be dirty talk & teasing, or trying to have a conversation with you while in the act.

Hwichan

Sweet, pretty moans and whines the whole time except for when he's praising you. He also has a tendency to giggle occasionally.

Sebin

Mr. Talkative pt. 2, he praises and compliments you at least as much as he moans. Has no awareness of his volume.

Hangyeom

He was a bit quiet at the start of your relationship but you encouraged him to be more vocal, telling him how much you loved it and that it lets you know he feels good too. Now he makes as much noise as he feels like.

Jaehan

Was and sometimes still is a bit self-conscious about being very loud, but oftentimes can't help it now that he's completely comfortable with you, and with himself.

Xen

Soft, breathy moans; not always loud but he can get loud. He prefers whispering dirty things in your ear.

Jehyun

He moans a lot but he's quieter. He loves to press him face into your neck and kiss you while still moaning.

Yechan

He tries to talk to you during sex but often cuts himself off by moaning. Another one that's not fully aware of how loud he can be, but doesn't moan as frequently.

Hyuk

He rarely moans outright, mostly making low, quiet noises. He prefers to listen to you moan than to hear himself.

Kevin

He can be shy about making much noise, but when he does he tends to whine more than moan. When he does moan, he usually does so with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Sweet quiet boy is usually pretty quiet in bed too. Sometimes he can be a bit shy about making much noise, but oftentimes it's just that he's more of the "quiet enjoyer" type, relishing the time together and the feeling and your noises more than he's concerned about vocalizing himself.

[itsvioletthebee]

RP Partner Search

- I am looking for a rp partner to rp K-pop. I do many groups, but the most I do is Enhypen, ateez,txt, Xikers, straykids. I assure you I do many, so don't be shy to suggest others.

- I do rp other fandoms besides K-pop, like from movies or even anime and even video games like genshin

- I can do percy Jackson [the show], Maze Runner, Hunger Games [All movies], House of the Dragon, The Originals, Vampire Dairies, Legacies, and many other mkre

- Trying to see if I can rp about xikers with someone [their wrecking me as my biggest group is Enhypen]

- I prefer oc, which is easier for me, but I can try other for you.

- I do FxM since it's more comfortable for me to do

- must be +18, I am super friendly so I bet we would get along.

- I can do any types of AUs I don't mind any.

- I can do NSFW or sfw, I don't mind.

- I don't mind any kind of writing way. I can copy the way you rp if u want a specific type.

- I don't mind anything, but I do have some restrictions, which I can say if you text me.

- I prefer Discord because I can organize things better there and it's easier.

- I hope this gets out and that you won't be shy. Text me or comment that I'm always available.

[silly-flower419]

MDNI

Also he said he wants to BUILD that car..

Imagine this: It's a hot summer day. You're chilling inside since it's too hot out and he's finishing his build. After he's done he comes inside all messy, dirty and sweaty his tank top tight and a little short like always and you can feel yourself get turned on by the sight of him as he sits down and tells you about his car getting super excited and happy as you try not to straight up jumo onto him. Later he brings you outside to show you his car and you two end up fucking in the new car as the final step to finish the build-

LORD I NEED HIM PLEASE-

[hannybun]

also, imma need you to work on them reacting to you asking them for "just the tip" 🫠

🎀 anon

(Sorry if this took a while to reply)

Xikers reaction to you asking “Just the tip”

Genre: 18+ (MDNI)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, teasing, dom!xikers, mentions of size (Hunter)

They will definitely pretty confident that they can contain themselves (and succeed)- Minjae, Junmin, Junghoon, Seeun, and Hunter

When Minjae heard you say, “Just the tip,” he might have already come then and there. Once he puts the tip of his cock in, you already felt like you weren’t going to last long. He’ll repeatedly thrust his tip in and out of you, keeping this up until you finally crumble and moan for him to fuck you.

Junmin can control himself until you crumble. Seeing how you barely hold yourself together is really cute to him. Noticing your facial expressions, he’ll hold your hand in his own, “Want me to push in deeper, baby?” You quickly nodded, can’t wait any longer. Fucking you slow and deep after

Junghoon has pretty good self-control and can keep his composure, so it wasn’t too difficult for him to thrust himself in you, until you begged for him to fuck you. Which is exactly what happens, you’re mewling at him to fuck you. “It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he told you as he patted your head. It wasn’t much longer before he turned you over on all fours.

Even though Seeun had a hard time controlling himself, he would still hold himself together until you fall apart. He’d hold your hips to prevent you from squirming around. Once you admit you can’t take it anymore, he’ll punish you by overstimulating you for making him wait.

Hunter’s heart would swell, hearing that he’s too big for you to take him completely. Like Junghoon, he has good self-control before he succumbs his urge to fuck you. He’ll wait you until you break and then push the rest of himself in. He’ll cum inside you for waiting so long

The don’t have enough self-control to last long- Sumin, Jinsik, Hyunwoo, Yujun, and Yechan

Sumin wouldn’t even try to last long to be honest. The second puts his tip in, he’s pushing the rest of himself you. He’s just doesn’t the energy to wait when feel you so good. The most he’ll do is rub his cock on your folds for a few seconds. Loves it when you have tears in your eyes

Jinsik tried really hard to not succumb to the pleasure, but couldn’t resist himself. Your insides are so warm and wet, “I’m sorry doll, it’s too much.” It leads to him fucking you until you’re squirting all over him.

Another one who really didn’t put an effort in trying. Hyunwoo at the longest would stay still for about 2 minutes, before saying fuck it (Literally). He might get you back if you’re teasing him about it. He thought it wasn’t worth it anyway

Poor Yujun, he tried, he really did. He’s so needy and desperate to fuck you, it felt like torture to him wait any longer. He’ll literally beg you to let him fuck before you give him the green light.

Yechan would make it a bet: who can last longer without submitting. Yechan would actually do a good job holding himself back, it was he felt your hips rolled against him, that he couldn’t hold it anymore.

[blconnoisseur]

PLEASE

[svmjaeyvn]

hidden love, l.hs

synopsis: there were two things that park jongseong reiterated to you growing up.

1: he was the better, funnier, smarter, awesomer sibling and always would be, and 2: you were to never, ever, fall for any guys like his friends, literally and figuratively.

the first was a lie, one you always rolled your eyes at and the second was something 12-year-old you always agreed to without hesitation. but with time, they soon both became a fib from your lips, 14-year-old you coming to the disastrous realization that boys weren't as icky as you once thought and your older brother's best friend had the prettiest smile (when he wasn't being annoying.) as you continued to grow older, those fluttering emotions grew as well, even with him heading off to university it seemed to leave you with a sense of longing, happier than ever when he'd visit.

until you were 16 and he came home with a girl, one that was far prettier than you were able to compete with in your head and nice enough to be a saint. your hopeless, devastating one-sided crush was forced to be swallowed without much pride, though it held no avail until you dramatically decided to never speak to heeseung again. and it worked, ignoring all his calls and texts, avoiding your family home like the plague whenever your brother was home for break if he was visiting, and simply acting entirely clueless in the unfortunate circumstances that you did end up caught by him, chalking it up to dramatic teenage hormones.

once you reached the age of it being your turn to head to college, you signed up for every exchange program possible, leaving you traveling the world for three years that passed with no contact and your once-upon-a-time crush nearly forgotten. that was until you came back home, finally settling to finish uni and all of a sudden you were a kid again, fawning over your brother's best friend who didn't know how to leave you alone. this time though, heeseung didn't see you as that annoying kid who followed jay around, he saw you for you which scared him so much more with how you've grown and nothing was worse than him feeling something for his best friend's off-limits little sister.

featuring: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, nishimura riki, kim sunoo, yang jungwon, hanni pham, kim chaweon, yoon keeho, yoon yechan

status: writing. start: 03/30/24. end: tba.

genre: non-idol!au, college/young adult!enha, heeseung x reader, slight age gap (4 years), brothers best friend trope

content & warnings: age gap??? (slightly questionable morality but no romantic feelings or grooming since they end up with no contact for years until adulthood), cursing, drinking, all that jazz, innuendos, sexual humor, suggestive content, possible smut, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, overprotective jay, jay tries to fight heeseung cause duh, crazy exs, stalker mention, slow burn since they're both in denial, heeseung kind of toxic mentality which is forced to be fix, angst but fluffy ending (?)

a/n: based off the cdrama. watched it months ago but shit had me giggling and kicking my feet even if it's cliche. heeseung is so forbbidden older love coded i had to. im trying to make this a oneshot so well see how long it is,,,,,,, the plot will develop from when they were kids to adulthood to provide some background. once the actual romance starts heeseung will be 24 and reader will be 20 (the year will be 2025). all my drafts and writing has been about jake so im branching out (i love my man tho so he'll have his moments here). anyway! lets see how long it takes me to finish up this one

word count: 6k (as of now)

taglist: closed! (86 of you have responded omg)