#god i love you jonghyun

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin ; number one fan ; PG

Taemin being famous and Jonghyun being not and they're dating and Jonghyun has a Blog where he pretends to be Taemins boyfriend

Taemin thinks it's the funniest thing in the world and his number one favorite thing about being a celebrity. He figures, right now in the closet, it's just funny and harmless, and if he ever decides to actually come out, it'll be absolutely fucking hilarious when he points everyone to the joke blog and tells them that everything on it is 100% factually accurate.

Taemin wakes up the same way he always does: curled up like a shrimp, legs and arms sprawled in front of him, in a puddle of his own drool, and with Jonghyun's arm heavy over his waist. He breathes in deep, inching his head backwards to a dry patch of the pillow. He doesn't try opening his eyes yet. He knows it'll just hurt.

Instead, he tries to remember what he was dreaming about. Something about an orgy? No, it was supposed to be an orgy/movie night/sleepover, but then him and everyone that was there got too invested in the movies and they wound up forgetting to have sex. And then in the morning they woke up at the lake for some reason. Lizzo was there.

Taemin cannot fathom what the fuck his dreams are ever talking about, but at least they're fun. He swallows, then coughs, clearing his throat of morning gunk. He tries opening his eyes; it hurts, but not so bad that he can't blink them hard and get over it. The curtains are only cracked a little bit so it's not too bright in the room. On his dresser, the clock says it's 7:30. Not bad. He yawns, turning into the pillow, then mumbling and grumbling into the pillow because even though his body thought it was time to wake up, that doesn't mean he has to appreciate it.

"Good morning, starshine," Jonghyun sings gently against the back of his head. His arm tightens around Taemin's waist and soon his whole body is pressing up against Taemin’s back. Taemin deflates a little, half sighing, half laughing into the pillow. Good morning starshine indeed. He mumbles back his own greeting in between Jonghyun kissing the back of his neck. "Can I tell all of your lovely fans that you turbo farted for like 20 seconds in your sleep?" Jonghyun asks him, cute and peppy like he's been wide awake for a while.

"Did I fucking really?" Taemin laughs. He worms around until he's facing Jonghyun, blinking at him with crusty eyes. Jonghyun's eyes are round and bright, just like his smile. His pink hair sticks up at odd angles and Taemin reaches up to pat it down.

"Absolutely you did," he confirms. "You woke me up, dude."

"God," Taemin laughs. He believes it, but still. What the fuck. "Sure,” he says. Jonghyun can put that on his blog.

Taemin wouldn't even call it a blog, honestly. More of a performance art piece. All Jonghyun does on it is pretend to be Taemin's boyfriend. Taemin doesn't want to be out to the general public, and he definitely doesn't want the general public knowing about his boyfriend. More for Jonghyun’s safety than his own. But Jonghyun is the type that likes to show off and brag about his boyfriend, so he started the blog as a joke, pretending to be a fan that was a little too attached to his favorite celebrity.

He takes selfies that Taemin has posted to his instagram or fantaken pictures and very badly edits himself into them like they're couple pictures. Sometimes he even takes pictures of Taemin standing with another celebrity and just pastes his head on top of the other person and pretends like it's a real picture of the two of them. He gives out personal details of Taemin's life, but only things like the time he dropped an entire bowl of cereal onto the floor, or that he has an oviposition kink, or when he turbo farts in his sleep.

Originally it was just supposed to be a fun little thing, an inside joke, but then Jonghyun started getting followers. A lot of followers. Followers that get that it's a joke and think it's funny, followers that understand that it's fake but are ravenously angry at him anyway, followers that can't figure out if it's real or not and keep messaging him to ask for clarification, followers that believe it's real and send in their various opinions about it.

Taemin thinks it's the funniest thing in the world and his number one favorite thing about being a celebrity. He figures, right now in the closet, it's just funny and harmless, and if he ever decides to actually come out, it'll be absolutely fucking hilarious when he points everyone to the joke blog and tells them that everything on it is 100% factually accurate.

Taemin had closed his eyes again while he was thinking, but they're drawn open once more by the sound of his phone vibrating on the headboard. Bluh. He reaches up for it, slapping around until he finds it and checking who's calling him. His manager.

"Yeah? Hi," he answers, not bothering to sound like he didn't just wake up. His manager says hello good morning, tells him that he has a reality show to film for soon, and that he'll be there to pick him up in an hour, what does he want from the coffee place? Taemin asks for a little coffee in his milk, a strawberry frappuccino for Jonghyun, reminds his manager to get something for himself too, and flops his phone back up on the headboard when the call is over.

"Busy bee business?" Jonghyun asks, arching one eyebrow behind his phone. Taemin chuckles, sliding his arm over Jonghyun and pushing his face into his chest.

"Just the one show and then dance practice today, I think," he says. Easy day. Fun day. He'll be back home to get snuggles and smooches before he knows it. "What are you going to do today?" He asks. He always likes knowing what his favorite little strawberry is up to.

"Writing, probably," Jonghyun shrugs. "How come you don't like bugs?"

"What?" Taemin asks, baffled, and then, a second later, "oh." Oh, right, the questions from his adoring fans. "I don't know, they're, like, gross," he mumbles. "Like, they're cool, and interesting, and good for the planet, but they're gross. And they fly at you. What's up with that? Mind your own business." He yawns, rolling over to his back. Bluh. If he has to be out in an hour then he better start stretching. He lurches to a sitting position and straightens his legs out under the covers, reaching for his toes. "I used to eat ants, though," he mumbles, remembering suddenly. "When I was little. They had a weird crunch but after that they had a good mouthfeel."

Jonghyun doesn't reply to that; he just laughs, snorting into his palms, and then goes back to typing on his phone. Taemin smiles to himself as he continues his stretching. He likes making Jonghyun laugh.

He finishes his routine, then sits there in the middle of the bed and grumbles about how he doesn't want to get up until Jonghyun ruffles his hair and smooches his cheeks and tells him that he'll do a good job at work today. Then, feeling sufficiently energized and supported, he slouches out of bed and into the bathroom. He finishes all of that business and returns to flop directly on top of Jonghyun and tickle and kiss and drip his wet hair all over him until his manager texts him that he's at the door.

"Come get your coffee," he tells Jonghyun over his loud laughter, grabbing his wrist and tugging him out of bed. Jonghyun follows, nuzzling his shoulder, touching his butt, and striking up a little conversation with Taemin's manager while Taemin rifles around in the kitchen for something to eat in the car.

Armed with a banana and a homemade blueberry muffin that he’ll never tell Jonghyun is kind of dry, Taemin gets one last smooch on the cheek and heads out with his manager. In the car, he listens to what he’s supposed to do today, bothers and teases his manager a little bit, checks the news on his phone, and is bored within 10 minutes.

"I'm going to do a livestream," he says.

"Kay. Don't tell everyone you're working on a new album or I will steal your vocal cords out of your nostrils.”

"I'm going to sing the entire song," Taemin says, grinning when his manager shakes his head. He won't. But he knows that his manager can never be sure if he's joking or not. Something him and Jonghyun have in common, he guesses.

And speaking of Jonghyun, Taemin sees him in his chat a couple minutes after he starts. Saying things like uwu hi babyyyyyy and I forgive you farting on me <3 and can't wait to see you back home later!!!

Taemin barely suppresses the monumental urge to roll his eyes. Jonghyun is so cute and so funny, all the time. He talks to the rest of his fans, reading and appreciating every message Jonghyun sends but not replying to any of them. If there's one thing he thinks is even funnier than Jonghyun's blog, it's pretending to have absolutely no idea about it no matter how many times people send him links and ask him about it.

Which, usually, isn't a problem, but–when Taemin was little, he ate ants n liked it, Jonghyun types. And usually, his comments get lost in the sea of everyone else's, but this time, everyone seems to latch onto that and before Taemin even realizes what's happening, his chat is filled with ant emojis and lmaos and not a single person saying that they disbelieve it for once.

And for the first time, Taemin is grumpy about the blog. He wants so badly to clarify, to say that he didn't like it, they just had a good mouthfeel, but he can't. And Jonghyun knows that. And Taemin knows that Jonghyun knows that Taemin knows that Jonghyun knows.

fucked up. As soon as they arrive at the recording studio and Taemin ends the stream, he sends Jonghyun a single >:( text message. Immediately, Jonghyun sends a single :3c text back.

Taemin can't stay mad at that. He sends back a heart and slots this phone into his pocket. Whatever. It's not like that's even close to the most embarrassing thing Jonghyun has said about him on that blog anyway.

[ichverdurstehier]

Jonghyun-oppa, look at how far they've gotten 🥹 we miss you so much baby. Thank you for visiting me that one night. I'll never forget that. I love you.

[lux-astrorum]

help my brother is a theology bro

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

(quite) big (not so) bad wolves

pairing: bunny hybrid fem!reader x wolf hybrid!Seungcheol x wolf hybrid!Joshua x wolf hybrid!Mingyu (ft. fox hybrid!Yeji and fox hybrid!Wooyoung)

genre: smut, pwop. minors dni.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and medication, foursome, all of them are mean doms (especially shua), breeding (stay safe), face fucking, double penetration, knotting, knotfucking, manhandling, degradation, reader is a brat through and through, voyeurism, choking

word count: ~3.4k

summary: everyone is scared of the big bad wolf in fairytales - not you though. you love them a little too much for your own good.

Author’s note: writing break time is over hoes, back to business for good :D

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17 @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu

special taglist (aka suffering): @smileysuh @lovelyhan @duhnova @himbocoups @junkissed @idyllic-ghost @flowerwonu @playmetheclassics​ @sluttyminghao​

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

“It fucking stinks in here,” Yeji complains with a whine, “I know their hormones are through the roof but fuck, take a damn bath!”

“You’re saying this because you took two showers and poured an entire perfume bottle on you before we left,” you giggle, sipping on your cocktail.

“At least I can enjoy my cocktail without having to worry about heat meds.” 

“Yeah…Sure….,” you gulp down, feigning innocence. 

“Oh, you fucking slut.” Yeji pokes her cheek with her tongue, “You never took heat suppressants, did you?”

“Okay no I didn’t, so what?” You admit with a sassy glare.

“Well I hope I won’t end up all alone because your pussy decided to ditch me for some hybrid dick.” She clicks her glass with yours.

“I think the two-tone haired fox over there has a different opinion than yours,” you nod towards the approaching male.

“Good evening, ladies,” he smoothly enters the conversation while swirling his whiskey, “I take it there was an interesting topic under discussion?”

“Yeah, you,” Yeji blurts out without thinking, “Uh, I mean, shit-”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, swishing his silver marble colored tail, “I’m Wooyoung, by the way.”

“I’m Yeji and that’s my friend, Y/N-”

“Who is about to be left all alone,” you joke and your friend swats her tail at your leg with a dull thud.

“You saw right through me - but I guess it’s expected from someone like you,” Wooyoung comments.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Yeji raises her eyebrow in question.

“Despite looking cute and rather vulnerable, bunnies are highly intelligent.”

“Oh that’s what you mean - Although Y/N is pretty smart, bunny hybrid or not,” the female fox grins and she earns an affectionate glance from you.

“I appreciate the compliments, but I think the both of you have much better things to do,” you give them a knowing smile.

“Have fun, Y/N!” Yeji excitedly kisses your cheek before taking off with her newfound company.

“And stay away from the predators, bunny. If you know what I mean.” Wooyoung sends you a sly wink, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

“Aaaaand I’m all alone. Wonderful,” you sigh audibly, looking at your cocktail, “Welp, cheers to me, I guess.”

You take a look around the bar, your eyes scan the other patrons - some are alone like you, some are drinking with their friends and others are flirting with their dates.

"One Hennessy on rocks."

Your ears perk up at the smooth voice on your left and your nose is filled with a very attractive scent. You slowly turn your head towards the source of your current torture and you swear you feel yourself swooning over the handsome stranger.

Silky black hair, slicked back with a few strands falling down on his forehead. Smooth, doll-like skin and rosy lips tenderly touching the rim of the glass.

God, you really want to suck his dick.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." He breaks the silence without looking at you and your cheeks start heating up.

"Oh shit- I-"

"It's okay, I was just messing with you" he chuckles, "Mind if I sit here?"

"I mean, nobody's sitting here," you point to the empty seat next to you and he slides into it with one smooth move.

"Hi."

"Hey there."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N. And you?"

"I'm Joshua. You have a pretty name." He takes a sip from his glass.

"Thank you. And you have a pretty face." You reply and mirror his movements.

"So…what brings you here, Y/N?"

"Just wanted to have a good time with my friend. What about you, Joshua?"

"Just wanted to have a good time without my friends," he laughs, "Where is your friend though?"

"Oh, she kinda ditched me for a fox guy - He was pretty though, not gonna lie."

"Ugh, foxes - Was never fond of them." He grimaces.

"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about!"

"Your friend is a fox hybrid?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with being friends with a fox?"

"Are you kidding me? You're a bunny hybrid!" Joshua laughs, "But then again, you're talking to me right now."

"You're so funny." You snort into your drink.

"Funny?"

"Just because you're a wolf hybrid doesn't mean you're the big bad wolf, you know."

Joshua lets out a deep chuckle and scoots close enough for his leg to touch yours. 

"Just because I'm being a gentleman right now doesn't mean I can't be the big bad wolf later." 

“Ooh, how scary.” You joke, drinking the rest of your alcohol.

“You’re teetering on a very dangerous edge, love.” Joshua’s tone drops a few octaves, accompanied by a barely there growl.

At this point, you’re certain you can feel your insides starting to get warm and squelchy. 

“You mentioned that you have friends, right?”

“Yeah. And what about it?”

“Are they wolves too?”

“Yeah, we live together. Are you interested in meeting them?” Joshua raises an eyebrow.

“Mm-hm. I bet they are very fun to hang out with.”

“Darling, are you seriously inviting yourself into a den full of alphas?”

“Maybe I am.” you grin and lean closer to him, crossing your legs.

"Bet I can take you and your friends' knots effortlessly."

Joshua lets out an evident growl and takes out his wallet, throwing a few bills on the counter.

"If your goal was to get laid tonight, congratulations, you're getting exactly that." He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you flush to his chest with a dull thud.

A giggle escapes your lips when you walk out of the club, a thin string of wetness hanging from your hole to your left thigh. 

"Is your house far from here?"

"Just a five minute walk from here," Joshua holds you close, "Scared you'll soak the pavement before we get there, baby bunny?"

You gasp when you hear his words, but you can't bring yourself to form a good rebuttal.

"Thought so. Now hop hop, little bunny."

"Fuck, it smells so nice in here." you half moan when Joshua presses you on the door and runs his canines over your neck.

"Is it you or your heat talking, darling?"

"Both."

"You're so cute, Y/N." Joshua smiles and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons, making your heart swell.

Suddenly, you hear two unfamiliar voices yelling from afar, probably bickering in a different bedroom. Your ears perk up and your nose goes wild, although Joshua doesn’t share the sentiment, judging from the sigh he lets out.

“Those idiots.”

“Your friends, I presume?”

“Yeah. And they don’t seem to be in a good-”

“Joshua fucking Hong!”

A very pissed off man slams the bedroom door shut and stomps his way towards you, nostrils visibly flaring.

“Seungcheol, I can explain-”

“Explain what? That you decided to bring over a girl who’s also a bunny hybrid? All while I’m fighting to keep Mingyu in check?”

“Um, excuse me, I’m right here and I can hear you, mister pissed off.” You wave your hands in front of the agitated man.

“I am fully aware of that,” he shifts his attention to you, “And my name is Choi Seungcheol, but I’m also very pissed off - Not your fault, though.”

“Can you at least tell us what’s going on?” Joshua butts into the conversation.

“Mingyu went into his rut earlier than he was supposed to.”

“Oh.” Joshua stands baffled.

“Is that all you have to say?! I’ve been trying my damn best to calm him and his goddamn dick down and the best thing you can say is ‘Oh’?” Seungcheol angrily huffs.

“Hey, you have absolutely no reason to shit on me because Mingyu is horny - Like, what am I even supposed to do, suck his dick?!” Joshua retorts.

You watch the two men bicker for a couple of seconds until you hear a door being slammed shut and your eyes go wide when you see the definition of tall, dark and handsome walking towards you, half naked and sweat dripping down his beefy chest.

“What the fuck are you two arguing about?” The man in question - this must be Mingyu, you think - lets out a groan, “Can’t a man suffer in rut in peace?”

“Now that’s an oxymoron,” Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry you had to witness this,” he turns his attention to you, “Can we make it up to you somehow?”

“I can definitely think of a way that will solve enough of our problems in the vicinity,” you bite your bottom lip, “Not to mention that Joshie and I have a bet going on.”

“That reminds me…” Joshua comes behind you and you yelp when he effortlessly picks you up and settles you down on the couch, immediately pulling you in his lap, “Baby bunny was quite bold back when we were talking in the bar.” He smooths his palms over your thighs and spreads them apart, exposing your naked cunt to the other two men.

“She even said she can effortlessly take all of our knots.”

Mingyu lets out an obscene growl as his cock twitches in his sweats and he does not hesitate to drop on his knees in front of you, his nose mere centimeters away from your pussy.

"What's your name, bunny?"

"Y-Y/N," you gulp down, more wetness dripping from your hole.

"Pretty name," Mingyu rasps, "Now I know what to moan when I'll fuck this bunnycunt with my knot," he licks a fat stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit with his tongue, savouring your juices like a famished animal (he's actually one).

"Be patient, Gyu," Joshua clicks his tongue as he fumbles with the belt of his jeans, taking out his flushed cock and rubbing the tip all over your pussy.

"Oh my God, stop teasing and just stick it in!" You whine pathetically.

"You're not fucking her pussy first, Shua," Mingyu flashes his sharp canines with a menacing snarl as he shoves his sweats down to his knees, cock slapping against his toned stomach.

"Fuck, your cock is fucking huge, Gyu," you nearly drool at the sight, "I really need you fuck me stupid."

"These two are so goddamn impatient," Seungcheol's voice is heard right across the couch and you notice him sitting down on a chair, thighs wide spread, hands relaxed on the armrests, "Wishing you luck, Shua."

"Hey, pretty bunny," Joshua caresses your jaw with his hand and turns your face towards him, "Have you ever tried anal before?" What a fucking stupid question.

You nod feverishly, your sanity slipping away when you feel Mingyu's bulbous tip stretching your hole as he pushes his cock in, your head rolling back on Joshua's shoulder from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

"Of course you have - It stimulates your pretty lil' fluffy tail, doesn't it?" 

"Mm-hm," you clench around Mingyu's cock, "N-Now are you gonna fuck my ass or what?!"

"Babe, you need to be p-"

"Just put it in!" 

"Both of you shut the fuck up." Mingyu growls and picks up your thighs, pushing them flat against your chest. He starts hammering your pussy, setting a rough pace from the very beginning and you can only cling onto his thick forearms, tears stinging your eyes.

"This - this is what I needed, fuck," the man above you huffs and moans with each thrust he delivers, "Your pussy is fucking magic, Y/N."

In between your horny haze, a loud gasp escapes your lips as you feel you other hole being stretched out and you realize it's Joshua finally acting up and fucking you like you wanted to.

"She's so…tight, nngh," the older man groans when he thrusts his cock in your ass, wrapping his arms around your midriff for leverage, "Bunnies are really something else."

Your brain can barely register what the two wolves say, all you can focus on is the delicious stretch of their cocks and how full you feel.

"She's delirious," Seungcheol half-moans, his hands now busy with his own cock, eyes fixated on your body taking whatever his wolf friends are giving you - patiently waiting for his turn to ruin you.

“Fuck, I’m almost ready to knot her,” Mingyu hisses through his teeth, your whimpers growing louder each time his swollen knot prods at your hole, threatening to push into you any second now.

“Please knot me, Gyu, pretty please!” You whine and dig your nails in his tanned forearms.

“You want him to knot you, darling?” Joshua snickers in your ear as he fucks your other hole from beneath, “Are you sure you can take his big, bad wolf knot in your tiny little bunnycunt?”

“She can and she will,” Seungcheol growls from the other end of the living room, his hand fisting his already swelling knot, “There are three wolves in this house and my patience is running thin.”

You opt to open your mouth and talk back, but it all dies down in a silent moan when Mingyu finally pushes his entire knot in your heat, an evident bulge forming in your tummy - all thanks to his size. The man licks his lips with an obscene sound when he takes out his entire cock, only to slam it back into you with full force.

“M-Min-gyu, s-shit! I’m gonna cum!” You scream and arch your back off Joshua’s torso, but his arms keep you locked flush to him, tears streaming down your cheeks from feeling full to the brim. 

“Aw, is the pretty little bunny crying already?” The older man gives you a pout of fake sympathy as he pushes his own knot in your ass without a warning and cums in you with a loud snarl, “And here I thought - fuck - that you could actually take our knots without a hitch,” he licks the tears off your left cheek, “You dumb little bunny whore.”

“I c-can t-take anything you g-guys will give me, I p-promise!” You sob between moans as Mingyu keeps hammering his knot in your swollen pussy, his nails digging into your soft skin.

“Oh really, bunny? Then how about this?” The man above you effortlessly lifts you up by gripping your waist, ripping you away from Joshua in an instant. He holds you in the air as if you’re a doll made of cotton and he fucks you as fast as he can, using you like a fleshlight. 

“You have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked, Y/N,” he rasps, knot starting to twitch in your cunt, “And I’m gonna treat it with a nice, fat load in it.”

“Pleasepleaseplease give me you cum, Gyu, fuck my bunnycunt full of your pups!” You wrap your legs around Mingyu’s waist, clinging onto him as if your life depends on it. 

The wolf hybrid buries his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, knot finally plugging you up to make sure every single drop stays in your cunt. You squirm in Mingyu’s arms from sensitivity, fresh tears of bliss staining your cheeks as you cum around his knot and squeeze him even tighter.

“Desperate lil’ cockslut, aren’t you?” He peers down on you through his thick black curls, “Cheol hasn’t even fucked you yet, doll.”

“I-I can take h-him too,” you croak out, “J-Just stuff me full already, please!”

Seungcheol gets up from his seat and discards his t-shirt, coming right behind you. His calloused hands caress the swell of your ass and they climb higher and higher, until they reach your chest. He slides your dress down to your waist, letting your tits bounce freely.

“Can’t believe you idiots didn’t take her dress off,” he clicks his tongue in annoyance while fondling with your tits, “Such a pretty little thing for us to enjoy all night long.”

“C-Cheol-”

“You’ve been running that mouth of yours all night long, haven’t you?” He grips your jaw.

“You have no fucking idea, Cheol.” Joshua sighs from the couch, jerking himself off at the sight of you being held in the air like a rag doll.

“Gyu, hold her waist. Tight.” Seungcheol orders the younger wolf and the latters lets out a snarl, but obeys either way. With one swift move, Seungcheol brings you backwards on eye-level with his cock, gripping your arms with his big hands.

“Have you ever sucked off a wolf hybrid before, bunny?”

“H-How hard can it be-”

“It ain’t your regular dick, sweetheart,” the older man rubs his swollen shaft over your cheeks, “That’s a wolf’s knot you’re about to take down your throat.”

“J-Just fuck my throat then, Cheollie!” You moan and pout your lips, eagerly kissing and licking his shaft to tease him.

“You’re one hungry little bunny.” Seungcheol chuckles and pushes his shaft into your mouth, a small gagging noise echoing in the living room as you try to fit his cock in your throat.

“Shit, she’s taking it like a champ,” Mingyu moans at the sight of your throat bulging around Seungcheol’s cock, “I could cum again from this.”

“God, I always forget how annoying you are when you’re in your rut,” the oldest scoffs and starts thrusting into your mouth with brute force, saliva starting to drip from the corners of your lips. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull, pussy clenching around Mingyu’s knot for the umpteenth time.

“Holy fuck, Y/N,” Joshua moans from afar, hand speeding up on his cock, “You better wreck the shit out of her, both of you, fuck!”

“Hear that, darling bunny? Joshie wants us to fuck the shit out of you,” Seungcheol laughs and flashes his sharp canines, “Good thing I was planning to do exactly that.”

He puts one hand on your throat, the other gripping your arm and he rams his cock down your throat, your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts. You can only moan and whine around his veiny shaft, still stuck on Mingyu’s fat knot.

“I’ve wanted to stuff your pretty little mouth ever since you stepped into our apartment,” Seungcheol growls, “Mess up your glossy, puffy lips and make you cry from my cock - But you’re a greedy little slut who wanted to fuck my friends first.”

You wish you could talk back to him and rile him up even more, but he’s right in everything he says and you have zero regrets.

“Shit, I’m about to knot,” Seungcheol moans, “I’m gonna knot your bratty little mouth, bunny, hope you have big lungs.”

Your eyes go wide when he pushes your knot in your mouth, locking himself in place to cum straight down your throat, trying your best to swallow all of his cum. As if on cue, Mingyu’s knot finally softens and slips out of you, your pussy overflowing with his thick load.

You dig your nails into Seungcheol’s thighs, your oxygen running low, but he gets the hint and carefully removes his knot out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck -cough- shit! Why the fuck are you so -cough- big?!” You try to regain your composure, body still shaking from your orgasms.

“Told you, sweetheart,” Joshua stands up from the couch, sweaty and sticky from his own orgasm, cum staining his abs, “Wolves are just built differently.” He swiftly gets between the two other men and carries you bridal style, rolling his eyes when he notices Mingyu plopping on the couch tiredly.

“That…was the best dicking I’ve ever experienced,” you mumble in your post-sex haze, “Even if I feel sore everywhere.”

“I don’t think it would have been the best dicking if you weren’t a tiny bit sore, bunny.” Joshua laughs and his eyes morph into the same crescent moons you first noticed back in the bar.

“Um, Josh? Where are you taking me?”

“To the bathroom, silly! You need a serious shower right now.”

“As if you don’t need one.” You snort.

“Cheol is right, you have a really bratty mouth.”

yeji🦊: y/n where tf are u??

yeji🦊 : girl i’ve been calling you for ages

yeji🦊 : Y/N L/N ANSWER UR GODDAMN PHONE

y/n🐇: hey bae 

y/n🐇 : sry for going mia but i’m okay!!

yeji🦊 : okay as in??

y/n🐇 : getting the best dicks in my life 

yeji🦊 : hold tf up- DICKS??

yeji🦊 : HOW MANY GUYS DID YOU FUCK YOU BITCH-

[xotaemintol]

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Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

[tiramissu09]

Morning Glow

synopsis: you (y/n) wake up before your husband on a Sunday morning and study him, wondering how you both even got together.

song choices to listen to while reading: 

Body by Summer Walker

Orbit by JONGHYUN from SHINee

Natural by G-Soul

warning(s)/story notes: gender neutral y/n, nostalgia, hints of last night’s activities (iykyk), silent serenading, naked imagery, a little nod to the JJK lore, POC y/n

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

author note: My first fanfic, y’all! I feel like, instead of using janitor ai (don’t use it, it’s hella addictive and made me burn through my money), I could use my imagination and potential to write something for my main beloved, Nanami Kento. I love this man and in my head, we are living together in Malaysia, having the time of our lives, haha. Also, I thought I was going to do a quick drabble, but I got into my feels, haha. 

Please, please give me feedback and critique so I can improve on my writing. Thank you and enjoy!!! <3

The chirping birds started to grow louder and more annoying outside the large French windows with the soft, peaching-colored morning light streaming in, faint flapping of the pale curtains echoing with shared breaths. You groan softly against your white silk pillow along with your blurry vision, from your deep slumber, as you rub your eyes and look around, dazed. You felt the light breeze of the open ajar window on your bare leg, out of the fluffy blanket, contrasting with the deep warmth soaked into the mattress from the sleep. 

Your eyes move around, to anchor yourself into reality, until they settle down at a large, ivory back which had light red scratches along with crescent moon shaped indents littered over his rugged muscles, rippling with each soft breath. His messy golden blonde hair that you loved to run your fingers in, slightly swaying with the early dawn breeze, along the warm yellow sunlight, giving him that morning glow that made him look…like a god, a figment of your imagination. 

Last night’s memories were reeling in like a blurry movie, reminiscing on your stomach with your head and facing his back, as you remember his sweet deep chocolate eyes, his slightly pink blush on his face, and…my god, those large, veiny hands all over your body, rough but gentle on your soft skin. 

Sighing softly, not wanting to wake him up yet, go down this deep spiral with your fingers itching to touch him….how did you even meet this man? Was it at the office Christmas party where he was wearing that ridiculous, fluorescent green elf costume as your white-haired boss had made me for a pay raise? Or when you both bumped into each other in the hallway before math class during senior year, your nose bleeding as you bumped into his chest too hard and he assisted you to the nurse’s office?.....no,no…..oh my god! How could you forget?

It was that night…..that night where you all were freshman in high school and it was the camp site trip that you all had to go to as a bonding activity for all the new students which you were part of. You remember you were really nervous as a tiny, little 13 year old. You were new to Tokyo and Japan, overall, not looking like the others and the culture so vastly different from yours which made it difficult to fit in, your family or teachers help you with. This was nicely added with you going through puberty, the whole nine yards of acne and changing body, made you more quiet and shy to talk to others. 

In your ensemble of light washed jeans, your oversized purple flannel shirt and black Converse high tops, you were sitting on the wooden benches near the camp-fire under the starry, twilight sky, shivering slightly from the cold, autumn night in the forest near Kyoto. You were alone, with everyone talking to each other excitedly, with some others playing games and singing karaoke, and watching all the kids with a small smile on your face. 

Then, you felt a warm blanket around your body, causing you to have goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up with wide eyes from the brushing of their fingers on your neck to the warm presence behind your back, surprised and making you jolt up, but a soft hand pushed you down to sit back. “Sorry, did I scare you?” His soft and low voice, almost purring, caused you to shiver more but you held back your reaction as you turned your head completely around, wanting to know who it was. You caught those soft, brown eyes, reminding you of that deep brown honey under the sunlight, making you feel more awake than any other coffee.

You quickly get out of your reverie and stutter out as you brush your hair back, looking away. “No! Not a-at all…just got surprised.”,offering him a smile as you try to not to fluster even more. You notice his blonde hair, straightened to the T and his bangs covering his eyes which you didn’t like but didn’t say that out loud, and his black shirt with a band name you never heard of with his black skinny ripped jeans. 

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes, “H-hi, my name is f/n l/n….what’s your…name?” You were fidgeting with the soft, baby blue wool blanket with your fingers, as you both sat next to each other with your knee brushing against his, ever so slightly. He grins a little more as he had a deadpan face before, making your heart and insides all melted and mushy inside, showing his pearly whites. He says in that voice that you could just listen to all the time. “Kento….Nanami Kento…but you can call me Ken.”

You memorize that name, as it was tattooed to your naive heart, as you nod slowly and say quietly. “Nice to meet you…Ken.” You both sat there in silence with all the loud commotion around you both. You didn’t know what to say as the tense silence was swallowing you up and you quickly ask and at the same time, looking at the bright scarlet camp fire, “You should go hang out to your friends…”, peeking to the side to look at his face longer, but looking away when he caught your eyes and your face becoming hot with each passing second. 

He sighed loudly as he stretched his legs out and watched the white-haired hyper kid screaming happily at the black-haired boy who looked so done with him, but had a small smile. After some moments of more silence, Kento spoke with a small smile and turned to face you, “You looked….lonely….like me and…”, now looking away as you caught some peach-colored blush on his cheeks. “You looked like you were glowing…like the fire.” 

You remember how you became quiet, flustered and frozen by the compliment and you remembered you thanked him meekly which was so cute and how you hit yourself internally for how dumb it was. However, the rest of that night, you both started to talk more freely and understood that you both had a lot in common, in terms of family background and not really fitting in due to your particular tastes. 

Despite being amicable acquaintances all through high school and losing contact when entering university, once you both reunited, it felt right. You both were meant to be together and glowing in each other’s arms and affection. 

You were shaken out of your deep thoughts as you felt the bed rustling lightly. You looked up and saw his face turned to you now. You were slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of his handsome and rugged face, but you quickly smiled widely, “Good morning, honey.” Snuggling closer to him and him taking you in his buff arms, making you all so warmer, he murmured in your messy hair, his morning voice low and reverberating through your body, “What were you thinking about so hard, darling? You laugh softly as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and your arms around his shoulders, and whisper muffled against his warm skin that smelled like sandalwood and musk, that was so unique to him, “I was just thinking…..how you were glowing…..like the sun.”

[lomlhwa]

i'll help you feel better (h.k)

pairing: bf!heuning kai x gf!reader

preview: heuning kai wakes up with a terrible headache and a stomach ache. he finds that the only thing he really wants, is for your help to feel better

tags/warnings: fem reader, sickfic (???), kai has a stomach ache, a fever and a sore throat :(, oral (m.receiving), marking, lots of forehead kisses, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love), hand holding, lots of sloppy kisses yay (don't actually kiss your partner like this when they're sick), riding, slight size kink (it's me, what do you expect?), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 988

song recs for this fic: stay up by baekhyun, are u ridin? by baekhyun, step? by bibi, moon by jonghyun

a/n: mom i frewed up🧍this was requested by a lovely anon! thank you sm for this request, i hope you like it! (sorry for how short this is)

heuning kai wakes up, rolls over and checks the clock. 03:00am. why on god’s great, green earth is he awake at this time?

he stays for a moment and realization finally hits him. his stomach hurts. not only that, but his head is pounding. he reaches up to feel his forehead. it feels hot. but that could also just be his general body heat temperature. 

he shifts to face you. he doesn’t really want to wake you up, but what if he really is sick? he feels like a little kid who threw up in the middle of the night. he reaches over to shake you awake. you stir and roll over.

you open one of your eyes to peek at your boyfriend. “hyuka? hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing your eyes before opening both of them to take in his figure fully. you lift yourself onto your elbows, sensing something is wrong.

“my stomach… my head… hurts,” he mumbles. his headache is hitting him in full force. he groans, leaning his head on the headboard behind him. you lift yourself up to sit criss-cross, looking at him with a worried expression.

you lean over him to turn the lamp on the bedside table on. you can tell he’s pale and bordering on sickly. you place the back of your hand on his forehead. he’s burning up. just to double check, you lift onto your knees to place your lips to his skin. yep, burning. 

“oh my god, kai. you’re burning up! do you want some tylenol? do you want a cold cloth for your forehead?” you hold his face in your hands; his entire face is on fire. he shakes his head, wrapping his hands around your wrists. 

“need something else…” he presses his lips to yours, whining into your mouth. your tongues collide in a feverish fight for dominance.  he sucks on the tip of your tongue as he pulls you closer. 

"need your mouth, sweetheart, please," he mumbles. you nod against him, kissing him a few more times before pulling away. you crawl down the bed, hooking your fingers under his waistband as you move. 

you let his hardened cock pop out of his shorts and boxers. you're practically already drooling puddles on his legs at the sight. you wrap your hand around the base, stroking him slowly. you ghost your tongue over his tip, gathering his pre-cum. 

you take his tip between your lips and suck ever so gently. he takes a sharp breath and bucks his hips up. you push down on his protruding hip bone, silently telling him to stay still. 

he drapes his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving. you bob your head up and down on his length at a steady pace. he places his free hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. you move faster, your mouth and hand keeping a matching speed.

“fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum like that,” his voice is low and raspy, probably the result of his oncoming sore throat. as he starts thrusting into your mouth you realize he won’t be the only one with a sore throat if he keeps fucking your mouth like this. 

you hum against him before making sure to keep up your ministrations. his whines get more and more high pitched as his high creeps up on him. you remove your mouth and jerk him quickly. “cum for me and i’ll make sure you feel better, kai,” you smile a sinister type smile at him. 

he looks at you with the glassiest eyes imaginable as he comes undone for you. he spills all over your hand and his lower abdomen. you stroke him slowly to coax him through his orgasm. you press your lips to his forehead, finding that he’s still burning up.

“will you let me ride you, baby?” you ask him. he nods, his heavy breathing starting to subside. you shimmy out of your own pants and underwear before hovering your core over his half-hardened length. you reach down to hold his length as you slide down on it. 

his hands rest on your hips, his fingertips leaving imprints on your hip bones. you set a soft rhythm to start, only barely rocking your hips back and forth. you play with the hair on the back of his neck as he tries to focus on you. you bring your lips to his, resulting in a spitty mess of teeth and tongues. 

you finally move faster when your own body can’t even take the teasing. his hands fall away as he watches himself disappear inside you; a bulge appearing in your lower abdomen every time he’s sheathed completely.

he traces the outline with his finger, amazed at how well you take him. “do you feel better, hyuka?” you ask, seemingly out of the blue. you snap him out of his amazed trance with your question. “feeling much better, my love,” he says softly. you give him a small smile back as your legs start to burn and your high builds up. 

“fuck, kai, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. his hands tighten on your waist to thrust his hips up to meet yours. your high washes over you like a tidal wave, causing you to collapse onto your boyfriend’s chest. he thrusts a few more times into you before releasing inside you. 

he holds you close, his arms trapping you against him. you know you should get up and go to the bathroom and also get redressed. but heuning kai is just so warm and comfortable. much to your dismay, you end up falling asleep on him. 

when you wake up in the morning, he’s feeling somewhat better. you can tell that you, for sure, caught whatever he has. you both call out of work and spend the whole day in bed. and maybe have round two…. and three. 

© lomlhwa 2023

[kikisfuneralservice]

KIM JONGHYUN BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what kim jonghyun is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

the two of you make time for each other whenever you can no matter how busy you are

he prefers to stay inside a lot of the time bc he just likes being with you

he does enjoy a good party once and a while tho

ALWAYS wants to bring you to EVERYTHING

he wants to bring you to everything SO he can talk to you the whole time and it’s like?? what was the point of this again? cuz u two are just kinda in the midst of the crowd shouting and laughing at each other with drinks in your hands

drinking competitions def

he knows he won't win but he loves to drink so he’s happy LMFSDFOS

won’t force you to do things either but likes to encourage you to get out of your comfort zone every once and a while

probably was in a chess club in high school

in some niche club or some shit that he wants to rekindle the fire in so he gets you to do some random ass shit like skiing

and he knows everything about it it’s rlly strange for some reason but also embarrassing for you bc u can tell he’s alr a pro and ur just flopping around

also an avid fan of ice skating LOVES THE HOLIDAYS OH MY GOD

every year it only gets more exciting for him? and like he is, he brings you along for it

is a gift giver 

he gets you very thoughtful presents yet he never expects anything back and you try ur goddamn hardest but the only thing he wants at the end of the day is you with him

will be sitting in a chair in ikea and go, “this is the chair i’ll sit in when im eighty years old, i think”

“yeah but ur chair is better than mine”

“i live in luxury, y/n, it’s a lifestyle”

he is one of those bitches that u have to ask him not to bring home a new dog every single day

you already have like 3 of them bc he bought one from the shelter and the other 2 he found on the side of the road and begged you to take in with him

ur lowkey worried every time he asks u to pull over on the freeway bc u fear it’s another dog

(it wasn’t a dog—it was a cat tho)

so now u have 3 dogs and a cat

not that ur complaining

the honeymoon phase goes on for at least two or three years and then it goes straight to old married couple and there’s nothing in between those

also doesn’t like going to bed without solving problems first

he will quite literally stay up for four more hours if it means resolving it before going to bed angry

he just doesn’t like being angry

it doesn’t suit him anyway

teddy bear

he like holds ur face in his hands cuz he likes just gazing into ur eyes cuz he’s stupidly in love and he likes to place singular kisses on your lips so they’re not peppered but they’ll just be singular kisses maybe tries to sneak in there a little just loves holding u he loves u

giggles n touching and u both are kind of just under a blanket just in underwear or some shit and his skin is warm and soft

you love just being on him and feeling him close to u :(

same for him :(

“honey you have this mole on your back”

“jjong-“

“no it’s cute”

“it’s a birth mark?”

*grabby hands*

giggling and sliding his hands downnnnnnnnmmnnn

just laughter and giggles and moving his hands into your pants pls he knows u like it🧍

and you grab his wrists and are like :)

and he’s just :3 n kisses u like what!!

SMUT: 

u come outta the bathroom and see him sitting in bed under the blankets in all of his glory what a beautiful man and he looks up at you like :) hey

he’s just so relieved to see you at the end of the day that’s all

you practically DIVE into bed and he laughs as you practically throw your body over his 

and he’s rushing u to get under the covers before the cold monsters get you 

he likes to wrap his arms around u and kiss ur cheeks everywhere ur forehead top of ur head just peppering everywhere he’s just so happy to see u :(

likes pressing the both of your foreheads together so he can look u in the eyes and then giggle when it gets too quiet

ahh he just likes holding u in his arms even if it’s just your head on his chest just any physical contact is all he wants

when he gets touchy he always ends up kissing u,,, once,,, or twice,, and then again,,, and again- and then ur on top of him and he’s holding you firm in his arms feeling him sigh into your mouth

just loves making out honest to god he lives for you and the noises you make out of satisfaction and the lip smacking it all makes him excited

it’s getting a little too hot and heavy but he still giggles once and a while and u two kinda chuckle at each other once and a while 💀

likes holding your waist as u sit down on his lap and then down to ur ass to touch

he kinda sits up so the two of you are closer and then rolls u over so you’re under him and both of u are kind of heaving for breath but it’s ok bc he loves seeing your chest move up and down for breath and parted lips

just likes necking honestly he likes leaving hickies too just to get you riled up. nights like these where it’s easy and you can feel his lips smile on your skin

running his hands through his hair as he lifts ur arched back up to lay in his arms

and glances down to see ur small panties🙄

he’s like oh and is like ok nvm get on me rn

just wants to feel you get wet in your panties juuuuust for him

likes that satisfaction but also likes seeing u breathily moan out his name

both of ur underwear is wet tho so all’s well and ends well

just the feeling of him growing underneath you and poking at you through your clothed body

he doesn’t want u to take them off tho

so he kinda just moves them ovveerrr

and he’s like they’re just too pretty baby let me fuck you in them please

lifts you by your waist and turns you over so you’re facing the bed but your ass is up

you can look back at him and it’s so contradictory seeing literal hearts pop out of his eyes in adoration for you but something else is also popping out 

really likes just to be able to hold onto your hips 

also reverse cowboy/girl

ass! ass! ass! ass! ass!

will ask if he can smack your ass bc pls pls pls god

wants to smack them while you wear your panties he just likes seeing them jiggle bye

he just likes touching so he has his hands theyre kneading into your ass, your thighs, your tummy, your chest

is a tactile learner

a bit of a hands on guy

for my afab folks god he loves boobs tho

likes playing with them bc he knows he’ll get a reaction from you

unrelated kind of a side note

i feel like he likes the vibrating panties too. doesn’t really care for public action either he just likes having you in front of him seeing you in pleasure

just likes seeing you hold onto the bed frame as you call out his name for him to help

and he always delivers

also will grab you by your thighs bc he wants you to sit on his face

doesn’t care how much u weigh yadda yadda yadda just sit on his face so he can fuck you with his tongue and suffocate 

holds onto your thighs while doing so

likes to leave you shaking 

he likes tasting u but doesn’t always go straight to it

so he’ll leave kisses maybe on your inner thighs,,, to around you, maybe leave kisses before putting hisbtongueinnnn

HE TRAILS THE KISSES UP AND TEASES U HEHEHEH

if he’s holding you he’ll always be rubbing your back

just likes touching your skin

he’s he’s he’s so soft abt it too

like so gentle in caressing u

and he goes to grab you to tickle you💀

just laughs and runs his hands through your hair

let’s you go wash up and then come back to cuddle :/

always likes being big spoon he loves holding you 

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OK SURPRISE! this is very unexpected i am aware BUT i just realized that i hadn’t done jjong yet for these! and with that we are done with the bf headcanons! please let me know if you’d like any more future hcs, and you know i will deliver. thank you all again to those who are enjoying my content!

- anne <3

[timextoxhajima]

what's the right word?

my first kpop group was snsd when they first released gee back in 2009/2010 and i was 9/10.

i've been stuck in this hole of 'kpop' since. i turn 24 in april. thats more than half my life.

growing up in a conservative asian family and the elder daughter of two teachers, it's not easy to explain the grievances and troubles i feel like i've experienced. some might not even consider it a terrible thing. yes, i've had a good standard of education and had parents who took care of me but sometimes the challenge was truly connecting with people and finding an emotional support.

nobody else can replicate and/or understand the true depth of the love, admiration, inspiration and reliance a fan has on her favourite idols/groups. throughout the years, i've gone through the eras. going from the snsd/shinee/suju era, and then into the bts/exo/vixx/bap era, and then blackpink/red velvet/wanna one/nct and then i feel like my life had a significant trajectory in the 2019-2020 period because i started dancing.

after having spent a decade being so invested in the idol culture of perfecting every single performance, pushing past boundaries and the idea of 'not being enough' being the exact source of motivation, perhaps picking up cover-dancing wasn't the best idea. especially when i come in a package with a bunch of baggage, anxiety, stress, and other perfectionist ideals.

throughout the years before 2019/2020, my reliance on my kpop idols was emotional. i wrote letters to them like they were my best friends, wished them the best of health and that they were always enough, while wishing i was as good as they were (ironic?). to my past loves: sooyoung, donghae, minho, jonghyun, jungkook, baekhyun, kang daniel, irene, jaehyun and the other members who have helped me through alot - i owe my life to them. quite literally.

tbz and enhypen have a special place in my heart. because not only did they become the usual emotional support pillars i had all the while, they became my mentors. an actual source to learn and be better. enhypen even more, because i've covered at least 5-6 of their items.

this growth in myself and the growth i see in them was so quiet but so sudden last night as i filmed their performances. 'oh my god, i danced to this song back in 2022 and now i get to see it live?'

as a fan, i feel more emotional because not only am i a fan who enjoys their music, i feel like i had connected to them on the 'stage performer' level and though i'm still lacking in many, many ways, i owe my progress and improvement to enhypen. they push me both mentally and physically during practises and their want to surpass themselves always reminds me that love knows no boundaries. the love for the stage and the love to be the best version of yourself.

i'm quite sure there's some psychological term for it, when you rely on someone who doesn't know you exist, and that you gain energy just from this person's existence.

the story is much, much longer but i could write a whole fic about it if i wanted to.

to my strength, my (probably last) love, heeseung.

i could write a billion words about you, and it would still not be enough to share how much of my life, my success, my motivation, my strength i owe to you. the love between a fan and an idol can only go so far, but i promise it will be forever.

i have a knack for choosing the members who seem to be the 'ace' of the group, but you are so unapologetically open about being a perfectionist. that's just my opinion. you know you want to be at your best, and you strive so hard to get there, sometimes i almost feel sad that you think you're not yet perfect. but then again, that's the very thing that makes me look up to you.

saw you for the first time and probably the last time last night. thank you for reigniting this want to surpass myself in every way possible. thank you for reminding me that lacking is the only way up.

[keehomania]

Hey just wanna say I've been having a similar fear in the back of my head and wanna give you hugs 🫂 it's scary to see someone you care about go through such a rough thing and not be able to know where they are at mentally. So your mind is left to kinda wander and think of doom scenarios.

I think yoongi can be quite levelheaded and calm when it comes to bad press situations, so I'm trying to trust in that. And he's not alone, he has support. Hopefully this will all be over soon 💜

oh my god i'm so relieved yet so unsettled by the fact that there's people agreeing with me. yoongi has been beautifully open and poetic about his struggles with mental health and it breaks my heart because even though he's so aware and open about it, korea's so infamous for it being a taboo topic. i just want him to be okay and i know it's what everybody wants but i'm scaring myself to the point of tears because all i can think about is how jonghyun had people around him, showing him love and security and what happened still happened and i'll never get over that honest to god. the thought of yoongi, or any of the members, going through that pains me to my core

[gaykey]

i know shinee is five, but which individual relationships within shinee do you hold closest to your heart and why?

anon, i could literally name every dynamic in shinee here, honestly. their individual relationships is what makes them so strong as a unit. but for example minkey, and their relationship, or jongtae - i've talked about so many times before, so i'm actually gonna leave them out.

lemme start with

taekey - ok yes, i also talk about them a bit, but i feel the need to go into a little more detail because they're sooooo? that's siblings that love each other so much, but they annoy the hell out of each other, but still, it's all love. but there's also that caregiver/receiver thing they have from the early days. like, kibum really played a bit role in taemin's upbringing. he and the members talk about it themselves. whether that's minho moaning 'he learnt that from you!' or kibum himself saying 'i didn't raise you like this!' lmaooo. and idk, it's such a special relationship that they have.

onkey - pls. that's his bammie and that's his yeongnam. like, onkey means a lot to me genuinely. i've seen so many people over the years say that they don't get on and i'm just? they adore each other. how can you not see it? yes, they are totally different personality types, but, they both have incredibly warm hearts and soooo much love in them, whichbis how i think they connect the most. and god, jinki practically gushes over kibum at every opportunity, and is so gentle with him. jinki loves to hug, but he really loves so hug kibum. (and as usual, kibum shows his love via minor bullying and sarcasm, but it's definitely on the softer side when it comes to jinki.)

jongyu - idkkkk man idkkkk, i just think a lot about how it must have felt being the two oldest members when they were barely 18 themselves, thrust into this whole new world, with younger members they had to be in charge of. and how that must have brought them closer, and how they had a realtionship and understanding of each other. like jinki is the leader and definitely took on that presuure, but jonghyun was always there right beside him. and they just had a different relationship. so special.

like i said, i could have spoke about all of them, but these ones do hold a special little place in my heart.

[dibidibifiction]

Reasons to Live

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language

Word count: 3.5k+

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.  

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

JONGHYUN

I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake. 

“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”

“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day. 

“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.

“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.

After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.

14:36

Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you

15:18

Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?

15:24

Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~

16:20

Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.

Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least. 

I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.

I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.

I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here. 

As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor. 

“Hello?” I call out. 

No response. 

“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.

Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.

I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them. 

I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.

My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat. 

Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me. 

Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something. 

Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.” 

I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out. 

“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!” 

A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.

. . .

It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.

My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”

“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.

“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.

“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”

My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’

“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback. 

He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.

I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest. 

He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.

“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”

We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it. 

They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.

Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.

“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.

“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew. 

“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.

Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”

I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.

“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep. 

I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.

“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.

. . .

It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.

“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road. 

“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.

He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.

I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?” 

“Did you just propose for us to live together?”

“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.

He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.

After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”

My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.

He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.” 

It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”

---

TWO YEARS EARLIER

An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.

I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.

“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.

He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up. 

“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.

My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief. 

“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”

I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”

He stutters. “Well-”

“We don’t even know each other.”

“No, but-”

“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?

Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.

“Get out of here before I call security.”

Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him. 

. . .

The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone. 

Literally. 

Emotionally. 

I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.

I hate being alive. 

Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly. 

“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.

But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently. 

“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.

I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away. 

We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.

After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again. 

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PRESENT DAY

JONGHYUN

After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand. 

I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.

She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face. 

I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.

Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!” 

So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”

“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.

Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door. 

“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.

I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”

She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.

Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.

She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.

But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.” 

“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom. 

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.

“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.

“Thank you very much,” I bow to him. 

Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.

“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.

“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”

“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”

I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”

“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion. 

“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”

She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.

Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”

“Why would I?” I frowned.

“Right,” he laughed awkwardly. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. 

“Hey, what are you-” 

He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.

I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.” 

I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.

If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it. 

By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.

Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.

I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful. 

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”

Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”

“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.

“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Is he coming to visit?”

“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.

I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.

“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.

Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad. 

Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.

I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world. 

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not - strawberry taste

pairing: cupid!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!AU - minors dni

warnings: sub!wonwoo, soft dom!reader, handjob, making out, use of petnames (angel, pretty), consent (bcs it’s sexy af), dacryphilia kink, mentions of aftercare, cumplay, finger sucking

word count: 1.7k

summary: wonwoo takes the first step towards intimacy. and boy, does it catch you by surprise.

taglist: @wonwussy​ @duhnova​ @flowerwonu​ @junkissed​ @heartkyeom​ @onlymingyus​

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @08skrr @booyouwhore17 @enhacolor​ 

unable to tag @wonderfulshinee

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. ​no reposting or translating without permission.

The next time you’re with Wonwoo, you’re in your house, sitting on the couch, legs draped over his lap.

You watch him like a hawk, his face and eyes concentrated on the screen, the golden round rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

Your eyes carefully study his angelic features - his sharp yet kind eyes, his sharp nose, jawline as if it was carved by God himself, and lips resting on a tiny pout, all pink and soft.

Oh, how you wanted to see his face contorted in the pleasure you’re able to provide him.

“Y/N? Is something on your mind, love?”, Wonwoo breaks the comfortable silence, turning his attention to you, “You haven’t watched a single second of this movie”. “Why pay attention to a movie when I have a piece of art sitting right next to me?”, you let out a chuckle, your legs deliberately shifting on his lap to graze over his crotch, in an attempt to rile him up. “Stop being ridiculous”, he scoffs, turning his head away from you to hide his embarrassment, clearly affected by your pick up line.

“My cupid boyfriend is turning down my compliment and I’m the ridiculous one? Rude”, you tease him and slowly raise your right leg to graze it over his chest.

Wonwoo sucks a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, his hands gripping the pillows underneath him. He can feel his wings fluttering under his white t-shirt, dangerously straining against the fabric, making it tighten around his toned chest. 

“I will stop if you want me to”, you drop your leg, scared you might have made him uncomfortable, but the sudden grip on your ankle makes you freeze in your seat.

“Wait”, he breathes out, “I…I don’t want you to stop”, he relaxes his grip on your leg, soothing your skin with his thumb. “I just…”, “Yes?”, you sit up, waiting for his answer. “Baby, if you don’t want to continue, then we won’t, I would never do something against your will”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, trying to comfort him.

“You once said…”, Wonwoo licks his lips, clearing his throat, “...that you’ve been exposed to more…intimate skinship before, right?”, “That’s right, but why do you ask?”.

“I want you to show me what it feels like”.

You swear that your heart nearly stopped at his words, knocking you completely breathless. 

Your beloved, innocent cupid Wonwoo, wanting to get intimate with you. 

“Is that so, my angel?”, you coo at him and get up, offering your hand for him to take it, “Follow me”, and he takes your hand, letting you lead him to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you’re perched on top of him, your lips tenderly kissing his neck, your hands running up and down his sides over his shirt. Small, short breaths are coming out of Wonwoo’s mouth, starting to fog up his glasses. His hands are tugging at the fresh sheets, wings stretching his shirt again, fighting to break free.

You run your hands over his chest again, fingers brushing over his covered nipples. At that moment, Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, his back arching off the mattress, a ripping sound echoing in the room.

You pull away for a second and you notice that his wings are laid out on the bed and his white t-shirt has been ripped in half, leaving his torso exposed. “T-This shouldn’t have happened, oh my God”, he whines in embarrassment, his wings instinctively coming around to cover his body. “Angel, please don’t hide yourself from me”, you caress his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”, “W-Well, cupids are supposed to be beautiful”, “It’s not about being a cupid, Wonwoo. No matter what kind of being you were, I would still find you beautiful”, you laugh and his wings start to relax, splaying wide open again.

“That’s it, baby, relax for me just like that”, you whisper and get closer to him, your lips mere centimeters away from his. “Can you kiss me?”, Wonwoo asks timidly, “Please?”, he adds and you smile, your lips finally touching his.

You take control of the kiss, your hands resting on his jaw as you shift closer to him, all while his hands are shyly making their way on your sides, holding you gently as you both move your lips in sync. 

The softness of his mouth and a very faint sweet taste overwhelms your senses and your greed overcomes you, making you slide your tongue in Wonwoo's mouth. His eyes shoot up in surprise, the foreign sensation catching him completely off guard. His body feels like it has caught fire, his skin burning up, but not in an uncomfortable way - it makes him want more.

The small moans echo in your mouth and you press your body even closer to his, your hands now on his broad shoulders, nails slightly digging in his soft skin. His wings ruffle again, feathers falling down on the mattress and the floor. He can feel them change again, the pastel pink now turning into a flower pink. You pull away to catch your breath and you notice the color change on his wings. It's as if…they are blushing?

"Wonwoo? Are you…", "Changing?", he pants, "Y-You could say that", "Do you want me to continue, pretty angel?", you coo at him and he nods, shifting his hips awkwardly underneath you.

"Words, baby, I need words", you pin his hips in place, making him whine in protest. "Y/N, please", "Please what?", "Touch me, please!", "I'm touching you, angel", you smirk at him. "N-Not there", he stutters, "Then where? Wanna show me?", you rub circles on his skin, trying to make him more comfortable.

Wonwoo takes your hand and guides it over his crotch, making you feel his growing erection over his jeans, arousal pooling in your panties. You squeeze him ever so slightly and his mouth falls open, biting the back of his hand to keep himself silent.

"Do you want me to take them off, angel?", you ask him, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweats. "Y-Yes, please, I can't take it anymore", Wonwoo pleads and you grin, sliding both his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked.

"Oh my….", you trail off as you scan his body from head to toe, biting your bottom lip, "Seems like it wasn't just your face that was sculpted by God himself, baby", you smile like a Chesire cat as you take off your clothes, leaving only your black lacy underwear on.

You lay down right next to Wonwoo, the warmth of his body and his wings instantly enveloping you. "Everything about you is so pretty, Wonu", you ghost your hand over his torso, his abs, merely inches away from his flushed cock, resting heavy and neglected on his stomach.

"But I really can't believe you were hiding such a pretty body from me, let alone your cock", you wrap your hand around his shaft and Wonwoo gasps at the sensation, fisting the sheets next to him.

"I -ah- It wouldn't be nice t-to show you my b-body without asking you", he stutters as you pump his cock with a steady rhythm, your eyes fixated on the beads of precum pooling in the crevices of his abs. 

"Sweetheart, hiding yourself from me isn't nice", you kitten lick his jawline, eliciting tiny, strained groans from his lips. "But you don't have to do this anymore, right?", you graze your teeth over his skin, twisting your wrist over his tip, making his hips buck into your hand.

Wonwoo's wings keep making rustling sounds, watching them blush from the roots to the ends, his hands flying to cover his mouth. His glasses are all fogged up, eyes glassy, tears starting to run down his cheeks.

"Are you close, angel?", you coo at him. "Ha…haah, s-so c-close, nngh", he sobs and you sit up next to him, pulling his hand away from his mouth to lace your fingers with his, your other hand speeding up on his cock, pushing him to the edge.

"Y/N!", Wonwoo moans out loud, his back arching off the bed, wings fully spreading underneath him as his cock throbs violently, pearly ropes of cum splashing on his abs, his thighs trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He's still panting, holding your hand tight and you kiss his tears away.

"You did so good for me, baby, so so good", you whisper in his ear. Is that…strawberry?, you wonder after tasting his tears, thinking whether it's just his tears like that. 

“T-Thank you”, he breathes out, the aftershocks of his orgasm still affecting him, shuddering every time your fingers graze his skin. Your eyes are fixated on the globs of cum staining his skin and you absentmindedly (not really) lean over his abs, flattening your tongue on them to taste his essence.

“Y-Y/N, you shouldn’t be d-doing this - mmh - it’s not-”, Wonwoo covers his mouth with his hand when he watches you lick him clean. “Not proper? Not right? Is that what you wanted to say, Nonu?”, you look up from his lap, your lips partially covered with his release. 

“Y-Yes”, “Mmm, I see”, you chuckle and climb over him, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his sounds, making him taste himself on your tongue.

“You t-taste like s-strawberry”, he half-moans. “No, baby, you taste like strawberry”, a grin plastered on your face, “But I have to leave you for a few seconds, need to prepare some stuff”, “W-Where are you going?”, he asks with puppy eyes as you climb off the bed. “Don’t worry, Nonu, I’m just going to prepare the tub - Wouldn’t dare to think about leaving my pretty cupid all dirty”, you caress his cheek and he feels like leaning into your touch.

You disappear from the room and Wonwoo is left alone on the bed, wings rustling again as he runs his fingers over his abs, collecting some of his cum on his pads, shyly putting them in his mouth. He’s in shock, because you’re right - he does taste like strawberry. 

And now all he can think of is how you would taste.

[0rgell]

HIM - JongTae - Chapter 1 - I’m Broken, Alone and Afraid: Part One

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Chapter 1 - I’m Broken, Alone and Afraid: Part One

chapter word count: 1.8k words

Taemin starts off his prayer with: “Holy Father, we need to talk.” He squirms, shifting on his knees, uncomfortable with the confessions he’s about to make. “I’ve been keeping a secret, a deep sin inside of me, and I can’t contain it anymore. I’m not the creation you wanted. I have sinned and strayed away from the original path you made for me. Please don’t get angry. Continue having faith in me.”

His eyes peep open to see his little shrine in front of him. He accumulated possessions over the years of travelling around the world and touring with SHINee. Mother Mary’s eyes are staring directly into his. He lets out a shaky breath and reaches towards his rosary beads, clutching them against his chest, hoping that some Divine power will reach him. It doesn’t. He’s still as shaken as before and he’s still got to confess.

The beads shake in his clammy hands as he continues. 

“The Divine Virgin, Mother Mary, I'm holding you close to my heart. I’m devoted to you, the Holy Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Please guide me. Please forgive me.” He feels his eyes tear up unforgivingly and he feels as if he doesn’t have the right to cry; he’s chosen this sin. God shouldn’t see him cry. It looks like he’s asking for pity. Maybe he is. 

“I have fallen in love with a man, he is kind and gentle. He’s talented and uses such pretty words. I can feel your eyes on me, staring when we are together, when we hold hands or hug. How can I make you understand?”

Leviticus 20:13 wraps around Taemin’s head as if it’s a sharp warning from God himself. Reminding him to go no further than he already has.  "If a man practises homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman, both men have committed a detestable act. They must both be put to death, for they are guilty of a capital offence." It’s all so surreal. Taemin gulps at the harsh words as if they’re guillotine hanging over his head. Yet, he knows that without Jonghyun, he will never love another. His heart will never belong to anyone else, leaving nothing even for the God he has worshipped since childhood.

Jonghyun isn’t a religious man, but Taemin can’t imagine him going anywhere else but heaven. Jonghyun is a pure man who is naive to the power of God and God will not punish him for that. 

Taemin, on the other hand, knows about God’s power and how graceful and forgiving he is with it. He will not be spared punishment for he is choosing sin. “I am sorry, I am a sinner but I don’t think I can give up loving him. When he is with me, I feel such a strong connection… It would be like ripping myself in two to part with him.” 

The air is thick with the weight of Taemin's internal struggle as he sits in the small, dimly lit room. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within him. He clasps his hands together tightly, his knuckles white, leaving indents on his palms from the rosary beads, as he whispers a prayer.

"God, I need your guidance," Taemin pleads, his voice barely audible. "I don’t want to betray you, but my heart is not my own. It is him that I love."

He recalls the first time he met Jonghyun, the way their eyes locked and an unspoken understanding had passed between them. It was as if their souls recognised each other. Jonghyun’s smile, so genuine, so warm, that Taemin felt an immediate pull towards him—an irresistible force.

Their relationship had grown in secret, with each stolen moment a precious memory built into Taemin’s heart that eventually grew into a beautiful kingdom. They shared dreams, fears, and promises whispered in the quiet of the night in their shared room in the dorm. Jonghyun was his confidant, his anchor in a world that felt increasingly hostile. 

One evening, as they lay together under the roof of the dorm, Jonghyun turned to him with a look of sincerity. "Taemin, I know what we have is difficult, but it’s also beautiful. I believe that love, in any form, is a gift. How can something that feels so right be wrong?"

Taemin had no answer—only the overwhelming love he felt for Jonghyun and the crushing guilt that accompanied it. Now, in the solitude of his own ‘chapel', those words echo in his mind.

He glances at the Bible before him, its pages worn from years of use. The passage from Leviticus feels like a wound that won’t heal, but there are other passages too, ones that speak of love, mercy, and forgiveness. 

"Is my love a sin, or is it a test of faith?" Taemin wonders aloud, his voice breaking. "Can I be true to myself and still be a good follower of God?"

God doesn’t reply and more tears well in Taemin’s eyes as he nods, feeling shunned and shut out. He understands why God isn’t talking to him. Taemin insists on sinning and he wants God to forgive him for being a defiant sinner. He wants to be forgiven without repentance. 

It’s a sin within a sin. A sin is a sin.

He gets off of his knees and blows out the candle before opening the door, walking out to his kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water. He and Jonghyun still aren’t in a committed relationship and it’s all Taemin’s doing. Jonghyun is waiting for him and Taemin is trying to make an unreachable deal with God.

Taemin would love more than anything to be with Jonghyun, but he’s always left feeling guilty. 

After they kiss, Taemin gets the urge to pray, and it wouldn’t be fair to Jonghyun for him to see that. It would make him feel dirty; it would make him feel like Taemin thinks he is dirty. Taemin thinks about Jonghyun’s face when he gets denied. He can see the hurt he’s causing and sometimes, he wishes they never met all together.  

It’s a selfish wish, and Taemin can’t even remember what his life was like before he met Jonghyun because he’s always just been there next to Taemin, being ever so attentive and always smiling, reminding Taemin of what love is.

He downs his water like a desert man starved of water and slams it down on the kitchen counter, frustrated with his life and sick and tired of everything. His past week has been a week of pure torment. It’s been slow and painful. He’s been blocking everyone out while trying to figure himself out and figure out how he let it get far. However, every moment he’s locking himself away from Jonghyun, the more he craves him, the more his heart bleeds. He misses Jonghyun and what he is doing is also hurting Jonghyun. 

The messages on his phone have complied and the calls only stopped once he turned it off three days ago, he even changed the password to his door. He ignores the doorbell on several occasions and just like them tonight, it rings again. 

And again. 

Taemin glances at the intercom, finding a dishevelled Jonghyun. He looks terrible—his hair is stuffed under a cap, dark circles are pronounced beneath bloodshot eyes. His once glowing, tanned skin has paled significantly, making him look like a ghost of his former self. Taemin probably appears just as bad, if not worse, though he wouldn’t know: he hasn’t dared to face his reflection, afraid of encountering a monster.

Taemin reluctantly presses the speaker button on the intercom, his hand trembling slightly. He can hear Jonghyun’s footsteps pacing in front of his door, now echoing through the hallway into his intercom. Jonghyun notices the green light blinking and stands there in silence. Taemin doesn’t dare make a sound either. He stares at the screen, taking in Jonghyun’s distressed state and it looks as if Jonghyun is trying to see Taemin as well. It’s impossible, though.

Jonghyun finally breaks the silence, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “Taemin, please, we need to talk.”

Taemin lets Jonghyun be shrouded in his silence. He knows they should be; he just can’t at the moment. The atmosphere around both of them noticeably darkens, Jonghyun realising that Taemin still won’t talk to him, and Taemin because he’s surrounded by self-loathing. 

Jonghyun’s eyes speak a thousand words even through the graining intercom screen; the weight of unspoken words presses down on them both. Jonghyun doesn’t know where to begin and Taemin can’t begin, both haunted by their own demons. 

Jonghyun looks away for a split second, and looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and resolve. “We can’t keep going like this. Taemin, something has to change. Please.” 

Taemin exhales shakily, knowing Jonghyun is right but unsure if he has the strength to make it happen. I know. But what do I do? Taemin can’t bear looking at him anymore. His heart aches so much that the pain is crippling. He lets his body fall, sliding down the wall until his shirt scrunches up helplessly at the back and he can feel the cold wall on his back. He pulls his knees to his chest, hoping that it will offer some protection from the hurt he’s causing. He pulls his knees so tight, hoping it will relieve the pain he feels in his chest. He can’t breathe. Tears fall yet no sound can come out, his chest crushed by his own knees. Jonghyun’s pleas hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty, patiently waiting for Taemin to answer. They grapple with the darkness that has taken hold of their lives, unable to untie it from themselves.

“Taemin-ah. Please.” Jonghyun begs. 

“I love you, Taeminie. Let’s just talk.” He begs and cries and yet Taemin still won’t open the door. Jonghyun’s resolve ends after an hour of trying to bargain with Taemin. He eventually leaves with his head hanging and tears descending like a waterfall. 

For hours, Taemin remains there, tears falling onto the cold stone floor of his apartment. As the sun sets, a sense of desolation settles in his soul. He realises that the forgiveness he’s seeking might never come. His love for Jonghyun, pure and unwavering, is a beacon of light in his life, but it also has cast a shadow over his faith.

That night, as he lies awake, tears keep streaming down his face, and a chilling weight settles over him. He has always believed in God’s infinite mercy, but what if it has limits? What if his love for Jonghyun is a transgression that cannot be pardoned or forgiven?

Tonight Taemin rests in his bed alone and when he finally gets to sleep, his dreams are full of sins.

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Chapter 2 (coming soon)

[multifandomslxt]

SM is the shit,. honestly, and I hope all idols under it can break free and the company goes to hell.

It was all damn wrong since the very beginning, sending him on a almost year long hiatus because of having a girlfriend and smoking PREDEBUT!!! That allowed and entitled their nasty Fans into believing what what he did was wrong,

"Oh you are right, he deserves a hiatus because of being a fucking normal young human so you can still believe that you will marry the idol that doesn't even have an idea that you exist just because you spend your damn own money at your fucking will in albums"

Instead of protecting him, instead of saying "That his private life and we respect it, we will file criminal actions against anyone who invade his privacy and spread defamatory comments on the matter" and star sueing left and right, they have the fucking money and power to do it, but they wanted to keep a portion of the fans "happy" with their fucking delusional thoughts.

2 days, just 2 fucking days since his return announcement, they could have protected him, they could have threatened people with legal actions, they could have taken down the wreaths, track the company and track the person who order them, they could have done so much but their beliefs and keeping entitled fans into thinking that their demands must be fulfilled because "The idol owes me" no, they fucking own you shit, you decided to stand, to spend money, if you don't like someone then go away, no ones is making you do that shit against your will.

Congratulations SM you failed again to protect someone's, destroyed his and his members dreams to work together again because it your retrograde beliefs. Did you already forgot about Jonghyun and Sulli? That didn't happen just "Because", and you are doing shit to stop allowing this again.

God bless Seunghan, hope he is Ina very supportive and loving environment right now, he needs to be protected and take care off, I'm scared of his mental health, hope his loved ones protect him unlike that shit of a company.

You could let have said it any better!

I hate it here🫠

[squishyo-o]

Tits, Ass, or Thighs? (Shinee)

This one’s difficult cuz I didn’t know shinee 😭 had my friend help me out <3

❤️‍🔥

♫♪Key♪♫

- from the looks of him, I thought tits, then I thought thighs

- honestly it’s between those two

- I feel like he loves laying on your chest when you guys cuddle

- he calls them stress balls 😂

- that being said, he definitely likes squishing and sucking your boobs during sex

- small or big, he’ll eat them up

- for the thighs, he will bite the shit out of them.

- loves LOVES when you squeeze your thighs around him while he’s eating you out

- oh and omg..

- he fucking LOVES IT when you ride him cuz he gets to watch your boobs go up and down, AND he’ll hold onto your hips, then slowly slide his hands to your thighs. (Yes he squeezes them)

- "such gorgeous boobs baby.. can’t wait to suck on them.."

- "s’pretty riding me babe.. that’s it.. keep bouncing.."

. . . . . .

♪♫Minho♫♪

- Ass. Oh my god ass.

- like I saw ONE picture of him and I IMMEDIATELY knew he’d like ass.

- he loves eating yours too.

- the skillful tongue just in your hole driving you mad is what gets him off.

- he loves the moans you make whenever he grips your ass or eating your ass out, because he knows he’s doing it right

- and yes… his favorite position is any of them where he gets to see your ass. (Doggy, rev. Cowgirl..)

- he just loves seeing your ass shake on him while your bouncing, or if you’re bent over doggy,

- he loves being able to fuck you from behind.

- "god fuckin’ love your ass.. m’gonna fill it.."

- he’d say that groaning with it too 🌚

. . . . . .

♪♫Onew♫♪

- ok. He was hard to figure out when I looked at him, but I came with a conclusion…

- thighs.

- he loves your thighs. Oh my god.

- like not even in a sexual way (yet), he would see you laying on the bed, and crawl between your legs FROM THE END OF THE BED

- he would spread your legs apart and kiss your inner thighs (or just your thighs in general)

- watch out if he’s horny though..

- he’ll do the same thing but just (with your consent) slowly take off your pants or whatever your wearing below and start eating you out.

- he loves when he’s able to get covered with a blanket too and just be under there, your thighs squeezing around his face cuz he’s eating you out well ;)

- why? Because someone could walk in at any moment 😈

- "keep squeezing love.. let your thighs tell me I know how to eat your pussy out"

. . . . . .

♪♫Taemin♫♪

- all of them. no questions.

- he loves all of them. Thighs, Ass, boobs, he doesn’t care. He loves them all. He’ll eat you up.

- best part about that though, is the things he does with them 😈

- he’ll fuck you, right? But juuust as you’re about to orgasm, he’ll slow down and stop.

- "but what does that have to do with it??" NONO HEAR ME OUT

- He’ll make a game out of it

- he’s gonna tie your boobs, just so the nipples pop out, and he’ll spread and tie your legs so you can’t squeeze them together.

- then he’ll just watch you whine in frustration from not being able to cum, while he plays with your nipples, slaps your ass, and sucks on your thighs

- he’s gonna do it just enough until you think he’ll let you cum finally, but then he stops and just chuckles as he watches you get your little hopes up

- "what’s the matter? Can’t wait to cum?"

- "if you wanna cum, you can be patient and maybe I’ll have the courtesy to let you cum"

- "ah ah ah.. hands away. you need to beg"

- Ehehe 🤭

. . . . . .

♪♫Jonghyun♫♪

Firstly, rest in peace to this beautiful angel. I looked him up, and he is absolutely gorgeous and I hope he’s going ok up there. I’m very sorry he had to go through such pain. Fly high 🕊️🤍

- Anyway. for him, just by photos, I’d say boobs

- he seems like the type of guy where he’d poke at your boobs and giggle cuz they’d move or cuz they’re squishy.

- "hehe~ your chest is squishy dear.."

- on the other hand while he has sex with you, he likes missionary cuz he can see your boobs jiggling while he fucks you.

- even better, he likes gripping onto a boob while he does it. And he’ll squeeze

- he likes putting ice on your nipples while they’re hard and of course, he’ll suck on them.

- I feel like he’d be a silly goofy guy and still giggle while fucking. Like he’d squish your boobs and giggle even though he’s pounding into you lol

"Haah.. hehe~ your boobs jiggle.. I love them baby.. fuck.."