#junghoon smut

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Xikers Kinks 𐙚

Request

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Minjae

• Dominance - Minjae doesn’t ask—he expects. The second you hesitate, his fingers are already tipping your chin up, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “You wanted to act tough, right? Keep that same energy.” His voice is low, amused, but there’s no mistaking the way his grip tightens when you try to look away. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “That’s what I thought.” You can push, tease, test him all you want—he enjoys the chase—but the moment he decides he’s done playing, you’re not getting out of it. “I hope you weren’t expecting mercy.”

• Marking - Minjae doesn’t know the meaning of gentle when it comes to leaving his mark. He drags his teeth over your skin slowly, letting the anticipation sink in before he bites down hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue flicks over the bruise, soothing it for a second before he’s already moving to the next spot. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” The next morning, his fingers trace over the fresh marks like he’s admiring a masterpiece, smirking when you wince. “That sore already? Cute.” And if you even think about covering them up? His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your collar down. “Don’t. I want people to know who did this to you.”

• Overstimulation - Minjae lives for the moment you start shaking, the way your body twitches every time he doesn’t stop. His touch is slow, teasing, almost too soft—like he’s daring you to beg him for more. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.” The way you struggle to handle it only makes him go harder, his lips curling in amusement as you whimper. “Oh, now it’s too much? Funny. You weren’t saying that earlier.” Your body jerks, overstimulated and desperate, but his hands are firm, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

• Whispered Praise/Dirty Talk - Minjae’s voice is pure sin, low and rough, the kind that makes your stomach tighten before he even touches you. “Look at you. So pretty like this.” His lips ghost over your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he drags out his next words. “You love this, don’t you?” If you try to hide your face, he’s already one step ahead, gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy now. I want to see every little reaction.” And when you finally break, letting go under him? His tone drops even lower, full of satisfaction. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

Junmin

• Rough Manhandling - Junmin doesn’t just touch—he grabs, pulls, pins. He likes feeling your body give under his hands, the way you react when he forces you where he wants you. One second, he’s got his fingers loosely wrapped around your wrist; the next, you’re on your back with your hands pinned above your head. “Thought you could run from me?” His strength is effortless, teasing even, as if he’s barely using half of it. He drags his palm up your thigh, grip firm enough to leave imprints. “You’re so soft. So easy to move. You like that, don’t you?”

• Size Kink - Junmin loves how small you feel beneath him, how he can dwarf you without even trying. The way your fingers struggle to wrap fully around his wrist, the way his hand covers almost the entire side of your waist—it feeds something deep inside him. He catches you staring when he stretches, letting his shirt ride up just to show off. “Like what you see?” But what he loves most is the contrast when he presses against you, tilting your chin up with a lazy smirk. “You’re so tiny. Makes me wanna ruin you.”

• Hair Pulling - Junmin isn’t gentle when it comes to your hair. He threads his fingers through it slowly, almost soothing—before his grip tightens and he yanks your head back. “That’s better. I like seeing your face.” He uses it to control your movements, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t look away. And when he hears the sharp gasp you let out? His smirk only grows. “Sensitive, huh? Maybe I should do it again.”

• Teasing & Degradation - Junmin likes to play with his food. He’s got a sharp tongue, quick-witted and relentless, and he knows exactly how to get under your skin. “Getting worked up already? You’re too easy.” He’ll drag things out, making you beg for what you want, but when you do? He only scoffs, eyes dark with amusement. “Pathetic. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” But the second you start squirming under him, the way your body responds despite the teasing, his voice drops to a low murmur against your ear. “You talk big, but look at you. You love this.”

Sumin

• Corruption Kink - Sumin lives for the way you fall apart under him, how he can turn you into a mess with just his words and hands. He loves watching you lose control, seeing how quickly your body betrays you. “You were so innocent before me. Look at you now.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s a hunger behind it, like he’s addicted to ruining you. Every time you react, every time you let out the smallest gasp, his smirk deepens. “I knew you’d like this. You just needed someone to show you how good it can feel.”

• Obedience & Control - Sumin wants you to listen—not because he forces you, but because you want to please him. He keeps his tone calm, patient, but there’s no mistaking the command in his voice. “Be good for me.” His fingers trail up your spine, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing over your ear. “Do what I say, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And when you hesitate, testing his patience, he only chuckles. “Oh? You wanna be difficult?” His grip tightens, pinning you down effortlessly. “That’s cute. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

• Overstimulation & Edging - Sunmin loves to take his time, keeping you on the edge until you’re shaking, begging, barely able to think. He’ll drag things out mercilessly, teasing you with just enough to drive you insane but never giving you what you need right away. “Look at you. So desperate.” His fingers stroke slow, agonizing patterns over your skin, his expression unreadable. “You can beg a little prettier than that, can’t you?” The second you break, whimpering his name, his eyes darken. “That’s it. Good girl.”

• Praise Kink - Sumin knows exactly how to make you melt with his words—his voice low, almost affectionate, but always with that teasing lilt. “You’re such a good girl for me.” His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You love hearing that, don’t you?” But the moment you get too lost in it, he pulls back just enough to smirk. “So eager for my praise. You’re adorable.” And when you finally let go, falling apart under him, his voice turns warm again, brushing kisses against your skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

Jinsik

• Brat Taming - Jinsik likes a challenge. He’s not the type to let you get away with teasing, eye-rolling, or acting like you’re in control. The moment you push his buttons, his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. “Try that again. See what happens.” He doesn’t mind letting you run your mouth—he actually enjoys it—because he knows exactly how to shut you up. One sharp tug, one hand gripping your jaw as he tilts your head back, and suddenly, you’re not so bold anymore. “That’s more like it. Now, be good for me.”

• Biting & Bruising - Jinsik doesn’t just leave marks—he makes sure you feel them for days. His teeth sink into the softest parts of your skin, his fingers pressing down hard enough to bruise, to claim, to remind you exactly who you belong to. When you whimper, he only bites down harder, letting his tongue flick over the fresh mark. “You’re gonna look so pretty tomorrow. Covered in me.” And if you dare complain about the soreness? His hand ghosts over the bruises, pressing down just enough to make you shiver. “Sensitive? That’s cute. I didn’t even go that hard.”

• Degradation - Jinsik loves to make you blush, squirm, get all shy—and then ruin you with his words. “Aww, now you’re acting innocent? That’s funny.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something about the way he watches you, like he sees right through you. The moment you hesitate, his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “You can pretend all you want, but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” And when you finally break, needy and desperate? His smirk turns downright sinful. “That’s it. Knew you’d give in eventually.”

• Teasing & Denial - Jinsik enjoys making you suffer just a little. He’ll get you so close, right to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. He loves the way you gasp, the way your body jerks from the loss of contact, the way frustration bleeds into your voice when you whine his name. “Impatient, aren’t you?” His fingers trail slowly, barely touching, watching you squirm beneath him. “If you want it that bad, beg for it.” And when you finally do? He just chuckles, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Hyunwoo

• Possessiveness & Marking - Hyunwoo doesn’t share. He wants everyone to know you’re his, and he makes sure they do—whether it’s the bruises on your hips, the bite marks along your neck, or the way your voice breaks when you say his name. “Mine.” He growls it against your skin, his grip firm, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t stop until you’re covered in proof of him, until you’re looking at yourself in the mirror the next day and seeing the evidence of how completely he wrecked you.

• Jealousy - Hyunwoo doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does? You feel it. His touch turns rougher, hungrier, more desperate, like he needs to remind you exactly who you belong to. “You think I didn’t notice the way they were looking at you?” His voice is low, dangerous, but it’s not the words that send a shiver down your spine—it’s the way he’s looking at you. Dark. Starving. Like he’s about to ruin you. “Go ahead. Keep testing me.” The moment you smirk, he’s already got you pressed against the nearest surface, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna regret that, baby.”

• Overpowering & Restraints - Hyunwoo doesn’t ask—he takes. The second you try to squirm away, his hands are on you, holding you still, keeping you exactly where he wants you. He loves the way you gasp when you realize you can’t move, how easily he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing. “Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your wrists as he pins you down, smirking at your struggle. “That’s cute. Like you could ever get away from me.” And when you finally give in, letting him take control? His lips brush over your ear, voice smooth as silk. “That’s better. Just let me take care of you.”

• Corruption & Praise - Hyunwoo loves seeing you fall apart for him, watching you go from shy and hesitant to completely undone. He drinks in every reaction, every shiver, every gasp, like it’s fueling something inside him. “You were so innocent before me.” His fingers trail over your skin, eyes dark with amusement. “Look at you now. Falling apart from just my touch.” And when you whimper, when you arch into him like you can’t get enough? His grip tightens, his lips curling into a smirk. “That’s my good girl. You love this, don’t you?”

Junghoon

• Size Kink & Manhandling - Junghoon loves how small you feel against him. He’s got a solid build, strong hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. He barely needs to try—one arm around your waist, one hand gripping your thigh, and suddenly, you’re exactly where he wants you. “So tiny,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he watches you struggle playfully in his grasp. “What, you thought you had a choice in this?” His smirk is lazy, his grip firm as he presses you against him, holding you there like you weigh nothing. “That’s cute, baby. But we both know I’m stronger.”

• Dirty Talk & Filthy Praise - Junghoon’s mouth is filthy. He’s not just teasing—he’s painting pictures in your head, making sure you can feel every word deep in your bones. “Look at you, falling apart for me.” His voice is low, smug, but there’s heat behind it, like he’s getting off just as much on watching you lose control. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” And the moment you shudder, his fingers tighten around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “That’s it. Keep making those sweet little noises for me.”

• Power Play - Junghoon toys with you. He doesn’t have to force control—it’s natural, effortless. He’ll sit back, watching you squirm under his gaze, his amusement barely hidden. “You want something, don’t you?” His fingers tap against his thigh, expectant. “Use your words, baby.” And when you hesitate, too stubborn to say it? His smirk grows. “That’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s see how long you last.” He’s **not cruel, but he enjoys the game—**he enjoys making you work for it, making you admit just how badly you need him.

• Sensory Play - Junghoon likes to overwhelm you. He’ll take his time, dragging his fingers over your skin, barely touching, just enough to make you twitch. “So sensitive.” His breath is hot against your ear, his tone dripping with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet.” He enjoys the way your body reacts before you even realize what’s happening, the way you gasp when he suddenly switches from barely-there touches to something firmer, rougher. He wants you on edge, never knowing what’s coming next, completely at his mercy.

Seeun

• Size Kink - Seeun’s big, and he loves reminding you. The moment you hesitate, his smirk deepens, eyes dark with amusement. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” His fingers trail down your stomach, slow, teasing, as if he isn’t about to completely ruin you. “You can take it. You always do.” But when you whimper, nails digging into his arms, struggling to adjust, he only chuckles. “Look at you. Already shaking, and I’m not even all the way in.” He doesn’t wait—he pushes in deeper, savoring the way you gasp, the way your fingers clutch at him like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. His lips brush against your ear, voice dripping in amusement. “That’s it. Stretch for me.”

• Brat Taming - Seeun doesn’t tolerate attitude—he corrects it. The moment you roll your eyes, talk back, push at his chest like you actually think you can win, his grip tightens. “That’s real cute, princess. You wanna act tough?” He’s already got you pinned before you can think of a response, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other trailing down your waist with slow, dangerous intent. “Go ahead. Keep talking. Let’s see how much you can run your mouth when I’m done with you.” But when you smirk, testing him one more time, he only laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

• Degradation - Seeun’s words are sharp, cutting through you in the filthiest way possible. “You’re such a mess for me.” His voice is low, rough, watching you struggle to keep up. “Can’t even handle it, can you?” But the worst part? He’s getting off on it. He loves the way you fall apart, the way your body reacts before you can even think. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pathetic. And yet, you keep begging for more.” His smirk is downright cruel, but his touch is so addicting, so intoxicating, that you can’t even deny it. “That’s what I thought.”

• Overstimulation & Control - Seeun doesn’t just push you past your limit—he enjoys it. The second you start to shake, whimper, beg for a break, he just tilts his head, feigning innocence. “Oh? Now you want me to slow down?” He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s too bad, baby. You wanted to act like a brat. Now, you can take what I give you.” His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as he drags it out, taking his time, watching you completely unravel. “You look so pretty like this. Too dumb to even talk.”

Yujun

• Daddy Kink - Yujun isn’t just strict—he makes sure you know your place. The second you even think about testing him, he’s already got you in check. “You don’t listen, do you?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s that edge that tells you he’s not amused. His fingers press under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to.” He waits, his patience razor-thin. And when you finally whisper it, eyes wide, body already reacting to his dominance? “That’s my girl.” But rewards don’t come easy. “Now earn it.”

• Manhandling - Yujun loves tossing you around like you weigh nothing. The moment you play hard to get, tease him, or even hesitate, his hands are already on you, lifting you with ease, pinning you where he wants. “Cute,” he murmurs, watching the surprise flash across your face. “You really thought you had control here?” His grip is firm, unyielding, as he presses you down, spreading you open with ease. “Let me remind you how this works.”

• Praise and Possession - For all his control, Yujun isn’t just about making you obey—he wants you to know how much he adores you. His voice softens just slightly, fingers trailing reverently down your skin. “Look at you. So perfect. So good for me.” His touch is gentle at first, teasing, before he tightens his grip, pulling you closer. “Mine. Every inch of you.” He doesn’t just claim you—he makes you feel it.

• Overstimulation - Yujun doesn’t stop just because you’re shaking. If anything, it only eggs him on. He watches you struggle to keep up, your body twitching under his control, and he only smirks. “Oh, you’re crying already?” His thumb brushes away the tear at the corner of your eye, but his tone is mocking. “You can handle one more, baby. Just one more.” But you know it’s a lie. He’ll keep going, keep pushing, until you’re completely spent, your voice hoarse from begging. And when you finally break? He just smiles. “That’s what I thought.”

Hunter

• Breath Play - Hunter loves control, and nothing makes him harder than seeing you gasp for breath under his hands. The second you challenge him, push back just a little too much, his fingers are already wrapped around your throat. “What was that?” His voice is calm, controlled, like he’s completely unaffected, but the pressure tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. He watches your lips part, eyes flutter, body go still beneath him, and he smirks. “That’s more like it.”

• Spanking - Hunter doesn’t just spank you to correct you—he does it because he loves how you react. The way your body tenses before impact, the way you whimper, the way your skin warms under his palm. “You keep acting out like this, baby, and I’ll have no choice but to keep punishing you.” He’s slow, calculated, making sure every slap lands perfectly—just enough to sting, just enough to make you tremble. And when you whimper, squirming in his lap? He only chuckles, hand massaging over the sensitive skin. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”

• Dirty Talk - Hunter’s mouth is his deadliest weapon. He doesn’t just talk you through it—he completely owns you with his words. “Look at you. So needy. So desperate for me.” His voice is low, teasing, dragging every word out just to watch you squirm. “You can’t even help yourself, can you?” But when you try to talk back, try to play coy, he just smirks, shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, baby. I know exactly how bad you want it.” His fingers trail between your thighs, slow, barely touching. “Go on. Beg for it.”

• Orgasm Control - Hunter doesn’t let you come easy. The second you’re on the edge, body trembling, gasping his name like it’s the only word you know, he pulls away, making you whimper in frustration. “Not yet.” His voice is firm, unrelenting. He loves the way your hips jerk up, searching for friction, the way your eyes plead with him. “Patience, baby.” And when he finally, finally lets you fall over the edge? His smirk is pure satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Yechan

• Edging - Yechan loves to tease you until you’re practically begging for release. He’s slow and deliberate with every touch, pulling you closer to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. His fingers brush over your skin, tracing patterns, just enough to make you tremble with anticipation. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he watches you squirm beneath him. He won’t let you finish until he’s ready, and he enjoys making you struggle to hold back, testing how much you can handle before you lose control.

• Power Play - Yechan’s presence is commanding—the second you try to take control, he asserts his dominance effortlessly. He’ll hold you down, making sure you can’t escape while his hands move with purpose. Whether it’s pinning you against the bed or keeping you completely still with his weight, he owns the moment. “Don’t fight it,” he says, his voice calm but unwavering. He doesn’t need to shout, he just has to make you realize that you’re at his mercy. And when you finally give in, he revels in the feeling of total control.

• Restraint - Yechan loves when you’re completely helpless under him, your hands tied or pinned, unable to move. There’s something about seeing you struggle against your restraints that makes him even more focused. He’ll take his time, letting you writhe beneath him, knowing that you can’t escape. “Just let go,” he says softly, fingers brushing against your sensitive spots, making sure you can’t move, can’t pull away. The lack of control makes every sensation more intense, and he enjoys making you feel utterly trapped in the moment.

• Sensory Deprivation - Yechan knows how to make every touch feel magnified by denying you something else. Whether it’s a blindfold that blocks your sight, or earphones that drown out the sounds, he loves when you’re relying on your other senses. The way his fingers feel against your skin, how your body reacts to every movement because you can’t see or hear everything around you. “Don’t try to guess where I’ll touch next,” he whispers, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, leaving you shivering in anticipation. Without your other senses, you’re left completely at his mercy, and he enjoys making every moment feel like it’s dragging on forever.

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Taglist: @xikersgurly

[hannybun]

Thoughts on riding xikers, like, who would suck your tits(Yujun obviously, he is obsessed with tits, I dont blame him tho), who would hold your hips, and stuff like that.

I'm just really horny and I normally wouldn't really be into being on top, but right now I just wanna ride every member in xikers.

Thank u for ur patience, this is my first ask of the year!!

(Sorry for responding to this later than usual)

Xikers and riding

Genre: 18+ (MDNI)

Minjae: The type to guide you through it. Moving your hips as you shyly grind against him. Slaps your thigh if you slow down.

Junmin: I already said this but his favorite position is cowgirl. He just so focus on the pleasure that he just melts under you

Sumin: He’s a huge fan of reverse cowgirl position. It gives him give the perfect view of your ass bouncing up and down his cock. Doesn’t hesitate to roughly grab and spank your ass lick he pleases.

Jinsik: Thinks you look so beautiful when you ride him, with your sweat dripping on his forehead. Praises you for doing so well for him

Hyunwoo: He finds you so sexy when you take control. He’s grabbing everything he can reach; your hand, ass, tits, literally anything.

Junghoon: Even though he has a high preference for topping you, he easily lets you ride him when ask him. Praising you in his low voice as you slowly grind against his hips

Seeun: Seeun enjoys you riding occasionally. Sometimes, you would take the lead and on other days he would take the lead, fucking up into you.

Yujun: LOVES it when you ride him facing the front, especially since he can suck on your boobs as you ride him

Hunter: On occasion he’ll let you get on top of him. Don’t think you’re the one in control, most of the time he’ll be thrusting his hips into yours

Yechan: not gonna lie, he gets a little shy when you’re riding him. After a while, he’ll get into it, tightly holding your hips

[astrasng]

thinking about…

bf!junghoon texting you every morning with a poem, something unique and sweet to make you smile early in the morning.

bf!junghoon who always pats the top of your head while hugging you, pulling you even closer so he can feel you heartbeat against his.

bf!junghoon who often can't say the words he wants to because he's shy, so instead he writes them down on a little paper and hands them to you.

bf!junghoon who on a random day got you necklace with matching earrings, saying that you deserve presents every day.

bf!junghoon who will forever protect you from anything, standing infront of you proud and tall so you're not scared.

bf!junghoon is the type of boyfriend who will say, "I know you don't need my help, but let me." and will help you out even if you say you can do it alone.

bf!junghoon who hates to see you cry, so he does everything to make you smile, even if it means embarrassing himself so he can make you laugh. he would give up his pride just for you.

bf!junghoon who makes you feel like home. unconsciously, you feel like he's your home now, and wherever you go without him, it just doesn't feel familiar like him.

bf!junghoon whose smile gives you butterflies alone. always squishing his cheeks together in cute aggression, making him groan out from your lovey dovey acts. "Come on, babe. In front of the guys, seriously?" he would say, but then he gives you a quick kiss and doesn't care about the boys anymore.

bf!junghoon who takes you to different dates. is the type who does a date bucketlist which is in alphabetical order and nags you to on the next date on the calendar. "We need to go there, I know you would love it!"

bf!junghoon who bakes with you cakes for holidays, and then randomly mumbles out that, "Hey, so my mum wants you to come over for Chuseok. Is that okay with you?" making you immedietly hit him on the shoulders because Chuseok is in a day and you didn't prepare any gifts for them. He just laughs heartedly, hugging you tightly. "Don't worry about that, you're the gift they asked for all their lives for me."

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ : i'm so sorry for the delay, it's been a good few days since my last bf!xikers scenerio, no excuses. I was thinking a little bit more about writing a slight nsfw content for junghoon and as much as I miss him and want to write more for him, I don't think I would be able to. I hope everyone understands! ♡

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[ox-imagines]

Omega X MTL: Volume in Bed

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

Warnings: mild descriptions of sex noises

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

Minors DNI!!

Loudest

Junghoon Hwichan Sebin Hangyeom Jaehan Xen Jehyun Yechan Hyuk Kevin Taedong

Quietest

Junghoon

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

Hwichan

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

Sebin

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

Hangyeom

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

Jaehan

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

Xen

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

Jehyun

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

Yechan

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

Hyuk

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

Kevin

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

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

[psikuss]

hello, xikers tag!

im hella new to this whole "running a blog" thing, but i've been wanting to add to this tag for a while now lmao. i'm not the best writer, but i'd really love it if you guys sent me some thoughts about the guys!

i'm interested in any genre really, so shoot your shot!

if you have any questions feel free to ask!!

[armpirate]

Borrowed Skin || JJK

pairing: JK x fem!reader || Obsessive love, Impersonation

w.c.: 6.3k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, teasing (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content)

Aprox. time of reading: 28 minutes

Summary: Something felt different about your boyfriend, Junghoon, after not seeing each other for four days, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Familiar gestures felt slightly foreign, shared memories were met with hesitation, and the faintest shadows of someone else lingered in his eyes. What you didn't know was that Jungkook, his twin brother, had killed your boyfriend to take his place. Hungry for a life he could never have any other way, he came up with a plan in order to claim the love he had always desired.

MASTERLIST

It was late evening, and your phone buzzed with a message from Junghoon, your boyfriend. You met a few years ago. It was like the first scene of the couple in a romantic movie, with your hands brushing momentarily as you both went to pick up the same thing in the supermarket. You could almost say it was instant, just one look and a bit of conversation, and you both knew neither wanted to move away from each other.

Everything was perfect, except for his brother, Jungkook. They were almost identical, except for the tattoos on Junghoon's arm that covered his full sleeve, which his brother didn't have. Same with their piercings. Jungkook only had a few on his ears, while Junghoon also had two on his lips.

The differences weren't only physical:

Junghoon was always the responsible one, the kind of person who double-checked plans and took pride in being dependable. He had a steady, grounded energy that made you feel safe. You loved that about him. He was attentive, but not overly sentimental, he showed his care through actions, not words. Although, lately, that side of him was also fading.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He thrived on chaos, living in the moment without thinking of consequences. He'd always been a wildcard, the kind of guy who could light up a room but also burn it down. And the kind of guy who would constantly get Junghoon in trouble constantly when they were still close.

You remembered the tension between them vividly: Junghoon often vented about Jungkook's reckless choices, saying things like, "He thinks life's a game, but it's not. One day, he's going to go too far." Jungkook would retaliate with sarcastic remarks, mocking Junghoon for being too uptight.

Their arguments weren't just sibling spats, they were deep, filled with years of unresolved jealousy and blame. It made it easy for you to tell them apart, not just in personality but even in how they carried themselves. Junghoon's calm demeanor was worlds away from Jungkook's restless energy, which always ended up with your boyfriend also being dragged in whatever problem he was in.

You sighed when reading your boyfriend's text. He had been away all weekend, he actually canceled plans with you at the last minute on Friday, which you simply shrugged off, because it wasn't the first time it happened. He always had a last minute conference for his book, a last minute presentation or interview he couldn't place.

Junghoon: What are you doing?

Y/n: I'm coming back home... Where are you?

Junghoon: I went to the gym

Y/n: You? To the gym? You hate it...

Junghoon: Yup. Thought it'd be time to give it a chance

You simply rolled your eyes, leaving your small bag at the passenger's side of your car, your lip trapped under your teeth as you looked at the screen.

Junghoon: Do you want to do something now?

Y/n: Like what?

Junghoon: Prepare some blankets and some snacks, we're cuddling until dinner time.

You were confused, but you weren't going to oppose him. You actually liked the idea of doing something together after so long.

Junghoon: I'm on my way

Y/n: Okay. I'm shopping, but I'll be there in 10. Use your keys if early

Jungkook smiled at the text looking back at him, his smirk widening at the idea of seeing you after so long, for the first time in Junghoon's skin. He had always seen you from afar, always hooked on his brother's arm, but that night things would be different.

Even if it took him erasing Junghoon from the equation and taking his place, Jungkook would be finally able to be right where he belonged: right next to you.

His heartbeat kept beating faster as he approached your building... And a question popped up: would you be able to tell he wasn't Junghoon? Or would he be able to play your boyfriend so well that you wouldn't notice?

After he parked the motorbike, he played with the keys in his hand, the item tingling in his fingers as he looked at the mailbox to confirm which one was your door.

The house was a reflection of you: warm and orderly, with small imperfections that spoke of a life lived rather than curated. He exhaled slowly, steadying the tremor in his fingers. That wasn't the first step; that had been weeks ago. But this was the moment he crossed the line, fully stepping into Junghoon's life. Into your life. Officially adopting an identity and a personality that didn't belong to him only so he'd be able to be with you.

"Love?" his voice sounded a bit deeper than usual when calling for you.

After not hearing from you after a few seconds, he assumed you didn't arrive yet and closed the door behind him. His helmet rested on the backrest of your couch as he planned on walking around. You didn't have many details in the living room, but it was obvious on the small frames placed on the shelves on both sides of your TV that you liked to make it known that house was yours. Guilt and worry held onto his chest as his eyes fell on a picture you had with Junghoon, then to a new one.

And he wondered... was he going to be able to play the perfect boyfriend his brother always was?

Before he could think any deeply about it, the door clicked behind him, and he suddenly turned to see you. Your small frame was bent more towards one side than the other, because the weight of the bags you were carrying in one hand was too heavy.

Jungkook walked to you before you could open your mouth, his hands brushing against yours and forcing him to ignore the electricity to act as normal as he could.

"Thank you, love" you whispered, closing the door.

His walk was intuitive, thanking himself for being early and taking a look around your place to know where things were. Your tracks stopped when you spotted the helmet, ignoring the rustle from the bags in the kitchen.

"What's with the helmet?" you asked confused.

For a moment, he didn't respond, his face unreadable. Then he laughed, a little too quickly, a little too loud. "Oh, that? It's not mine. It's... a friend's. He brought me on his motorbike. I've been meaning to return it."

You frowned. "A friend's?"

He shrugged, still moving inside the kitchen, knowing his lie would be caught as soon as you looked him in the eye. "Yeah, someone I met at the gym" he said, mentioning it like it was no big deal.

And it wouldn't be... if it weren't because his brother wasn't the perfect boyfriend he always showed off to be.

He assumed you'd already know everyone in Junghoon's workplace and his group of friends, adding someone in the picture from a background you didn't know of was a quick way of escaping, without any more questions.

You nodded slowly, still trying to process the oddness of it all. You didn't want to be paranoid. Hell, you promised you left behind all of your insecurities and doubts after what happened, but you couldn't help but let all of those feelings come back at you again with Junghoon's strange behavior that night. Showing up in the middle of the night, so eager to see you, with that same nervousness... It almost felt like a throwback to...

You shook your head, trying to erase those thoughts.

"Do I know this friend?" you asked, half-joking, trying to shake the strange feeling gnawing at your stomach.

He paused, the rustle of bags suddenly stopping. "I don't think so," he said lightly. "I told you it was someone from the gym."

The answer should have satisfied you, but it didn't. Something about the way he avoided any type of honesty when he spoke made your chest tighten. You didn't push further, though. You told yourself it was nothing -Junghoon was just tired. Maybe he really had changed, even in small ways. People did, right?

The rustle of the bags came back as you started making your way to the kitchen, his wide back completely eclipsing whatever he was doing on the counter. "Come on," he said, flashing you that familiar smile over his shoulder, "I'll let you pick a movie to watch until it's time for dinner."

You returned his smile, letting yourself be pulled into the comfort of the moment. Although it lasted just a short moment, because your teeth trapped your lower lip before you could even control yourself.

"Babe" you called him, getting his attention. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I mean..." you readjusted yourself in the kitchen, resting against the wall, shifting your position so you'd be able to look at him "There's no secrets between us".

Jungkook hesitated, knowing what your gaze meant. Yet, at the same time, he knew that look wasn't because you were suspicious of his fake personality. It was something else he couldn't decipher, but it made his heart shrink with a guilt he wasn't the owner of.

"I do have something to tell you" he finally said.

As much as you'd have loved to be relieved by that sentence, it made your pulse quicken. Because last time it started the exact same way.

"The helmet" he said, trying to control himself by redirecting his thoughts on the conversation "is mine. I didn't want to tell you, because it was going to be a surprise, but I'm a mess and ruined it. I've been studying to get the license" he finally admitted. "I bought a motorbike recently..."

"You did what?" you frowned. "That's..." definitely better than everything you had imagined. "Oh god, that's great" you smiled widely. "The amount of things we'll be able to do, and all the places we'll go".

Jungkook's heart fluttered at the way your expression changed, opening the door to an excited rambling with several ideas you were clearly already thinking of.

"You liked the surprise, baby?"

"Yes, yes" you nodded repeatedly. "You kept it to yourself so well, I wouldn't have seen it coming at all".

"Yeah... I thought it'd be better for all the plans I want to do with you, hmm? We could go on a small trip during your holidays, I could pick you up from work..."

"I... You didn't even hint at it. You're usually so bad at keeping secrets" you sighed, relieved at what he was keeping from you.

"It was a surprise worth of keeping from you"

"I'm happy though" you smiled at him, started to take out all the groceries you bought. "I'm happy you finally got a license. I would have rathered it to be a car, you know, it's safer. But it's great" to prolong the comfort and happiness, you turned to him with a smile, finding him supporting himself on the doorframe "It's really great" you nodded again. "You know what?"

"What, baby?"

"I bought you your favorite dessert"

He tried to hide the surprise and confusion, knowing damn well you're referring to Junghoon's. Trying to keep himself from messing it up, he opted for a neutral answer: "You're spoiling me, baby".

As he watched you pacing around the kitchen, putting all the things perfectly in the drawers, he couldn't help but notice how you seemed comfortable in his presence, unaware that he wasn't your boyfriend, a little too happy with the domestic aura it all gave. For one second, he could only feel guilty of not doing what he did earlier.

"You're not going to ask why I showed up unannounced?" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed at him. But at the same time, the feeling of having you in his arms was exhilarating.

"Why?" you asked softly, leaning into his body.

"I missed you" he murmured in your ear, his voice low and filled with desire. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His eyes shut close when your fingers moved up to his hair, enjoying the feeling. Your touch sent shivers down his spine, making him crave more. Instinctively his body against yours, his lips finding their way to your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin.

"I love you" he subconsciously said, with his lips attached to your scent while his hands roamed through your curves.

"Baby" you puckered your lips, touched by his words "I love you, too".

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and trying to commit it to memory, while his fingers ran through it, gently massaging your scalp as you stood there in your kitchen.

He slid his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin, making you hum at how warm he surprisingly felt. "You're so warm" you mumbled, snuggling closer.

"You feel so nice and soft in my arms" one of his hands made its way down to your thigh. "Hmm, the best" he gave your thigh a light squeeze and then slowly ran his fingers up and down the outside, moving his digits until they brushed against the hem of the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I'm glad you came" you confessed with a soft whisper.

Jungkook smiled against your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck "Why wouldn't I be here doing what I love the most?"

"Well... You always say your job is so important".

Junghoon loved you, you knew he did, but he also found a million other things more important than you, and he didn't hesitate to remind you. Now, having him behind you, his chest stuck to your back as he hugged you tight when he was supposed to be at work, you felt a warmth in your heart you hadn't felt in a long while.

"Of course it is, but you're even more important to me" he chuckled at your action, loving the way you tried to fit against his body.

You were tired of the amount of times you'd heard that same sentence on him, only to be paid dust all the time. But, somehow, those words felt so genuine that night...

"From now on, I promise I'll focus on you only. I promise" he whispered, with his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"I'm glad our arguments finally got some sense for you" you joked, although you weren't really joking.

For one second, Jungkook wondered how his brother could even think of believing anything was more important than being with you in his arms. How could Junghoon ever think of not putting you in first place?

"You don't know how much I hated those arguments, baby" he looked into your eyes when you turned your face, his gaze and tone both growing somber at the mention.

"Me, too. I hate being mad at you" you kissed his lips.

"Being mad at you was like torture. Those fights felt like hell" slowly, he made you turn on your feet, the feeling of you in his arms already making him feel better.

"What comes after those fights is worth it though" you smirked, hiding your face on his neck.

Jungkook chuckled, endeared by the way you hid how your cheeks turned a lighter shade of pink "Yeah, my clingy baby gets even clingier after our fights" he grinned and his hand rubbed up and down your thigh.

There was something about his touch, his words... or the way he was holding you like he actually wanted you that kept you pushing for more. You started kissing his cheek, but quickly moved down his jaw and throat, feeling him gulp thick under your lips.

"Mmm, baby, that feels nice" he tilted his head to the side to give you even better access to his neck.

You moved back up, your lips rubbing against his. "You like that?"

He brought his hands up to the sides of your face and pulled you closer, his lips hovering over yours, wondering if that was always how you made things up.

"Hmm" he nodded " And I think you're so cute"

He gave your nose a small kiss before kissing your lips softly, gently pulling on your lower lip with his. With every second, he deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth, pulling and playing with yours. Your fingers sank deeper in his hair, flicking your tongue on his while your hands started moving down his torso. A low hum and a moan escaped his lips as he felt your fingers move, his hands sliding up and down your thighs before eventually gripping your hips. A gasp broke the kiss when you felt his hands on your hips, pressing you a bit harder against his crotch, and as you started to rock your hips against him, you felt that need for him starting to build up.

His teeth crushed on your neck, sucking at the skin to give you a mark as his hips continued to move against yours. His hands traveled down the back of your thighs, digging into your flesh as he started rolling your hips against him, slowly getting addicted to the way you felt against him. He didn't think twice, lifting your body so you were sitting on the counter.

He was left confused when you sat straight in front of him, although your smirk calmed him down almost immediately. His pulse raced up when you started taking your shirt off, his eyes falling down to your chest. His hands moved through your smooth soft skin, traveling up your sides, while his eyes shined as if that was the first time he saw you that way.

You didn't give him time to think, because you bent over to kiss him before he could. His hands were placed on either side of your neck, pulling you back down to his lips, the kiss immediately growing more and more hungry, his tongue immediately seeking access to your mouth again.

"Babe" you whispered against his lips, "what do you want?"

"You, I only want you"

"I'm all yours"

A smirk played on his lips as he heard the words fall so freely from your lips, your eagerness only fueling his hunger for you. The fact that he thought he'd never hear those words from you, and even less dedicated to him, made his head spin. His hands slide up your sides and then down again, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your pants as he looked into your eyes

"Is that so? You're all mine and mine only?"

"Only yours" you whispered.

You didn't care about how many times you needed to confirm that, because that was the truth.

"Good girl" he groaned, those two words, so simple yet impactful, made your blood run faster through your veins.

He tugged on your pants, signaling for you to lift your hips up a bit so he could take them off, and you helped, supporting your hands on his shoulders to give him enough space to get you naked.

As his eyes traced a silent path through your body, you couldn't help but tilt your head. "Liking what you see?" your hands moved up through his shirt.

His answer, forward yet nervous, came up as if it was the most obvious answer "Shit, I love it"

You didn't need to speak for your boyfriend to help you take off his t-shirt, it was enough with the way you kept moving the black fabric up for him to follow your silent command and do as you wanted, his abs slightly flexing as you exposed him.

"When did you get so bulked up?" you curiously asked when you spotted the difference.

It was then when you realized the big toll routine had on you and your relationship, how you barely noticed the change in his body despite seeing each other almost every day.

"I've been working out a lot lately" he said, smiling nervously, watching your fingers run over his arms.

You could almost hear the pride in his tone as you touched his muscles.

Again, a pang of sadness showed up again across your brain as you realized how long it had been since you were that intimate with your boyfriend. You didn't even notice how toned he was becoming, you didn't even notice the progress as it was happening.

"I see" you chuckled, wrapping your fingers around his neck when you saw him placing himself between your legs.

He hummed and smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, his hands immediately going to your hips, gripping them and pulling you closer to him, his face in line with your neck. He nuzzled your throat, showering the skin there with light kisses.

His lips moved up to your jawline, placing small, slow kisses up your jaw, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you even closer, until your hips are rubbing against his again. The mere touching having you whispering in between kisses how bad you craved him, while his hands tightened their grip on your thighs at your words, your desire for him only fueling the lust and hunger for you inside him.

He attached his lips to your neck once more, gently sucking and biting the skin there while his hips rolled up as you grinded against him. The only thing that could ever stop him from devouring you was yourself, and that was exactly what happened.

He let out a soft hum as you touched his back, his hips rolling up against you again at the soft feeling of your fingers. When your digits hit his belt, a smirk played on his lips. "Do you want it off, baby?"

You nodded and you could feel his grip on your thighs loosening to give you space to move in front of him, able to drag your body down his from the counter. He watched you in awe, the movement already sending a wave of excitement through him. When looking down at you, his eyes took in every inch of your bare skin while he undid his belt buckle.

A thick groan left his lips when you played him while undressing him, your fingers barely touching his skin when taking off his dark jeans, earning him calling you a tease with a groan. Your boyfriend didn't hold back, holding your thighs to put you back against his body, the sudden move surprising you, but not letting you back off from teasing him "Yes, I'm a tease, and? You love it".

"Hmm yeah, I do. But I also love you being a good girl"

A smirk immediately plays on his lips as you weren't able to control your legs from pressing together. His hands moved down your body, caressing your bare skin. "Oh? Does someone like being called a good girl?"

It was something... new. It wasn't the type of chat you had while having sex.

He lifted your body once more, making you wrap your legs around him so you'd be steadily placed.

"Grind against me" he said in a deep tone, his hands gripping the small of your back more firmly, wanting to feel you closer.

You positioned yourself correctly enough to do what you were told, your hips almost meeting his, you could feel his hardened bulge, yet you didn't move an inch. "You want this?" you moved your hips down, rolling them for one second before moving them back up.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his patience even at the feeling of you rolling your hips for a second, his own self-control slowly slipping out of his grasp. He gripped your hips harder, wanting to feel you against him even more "Yeah, I want this. I want you. So move against me and be a good girl for me, baby"

Clearly, you weren't going to make it so easy for him.

You bit your lip, bending over until your lips were almost touching his ear "Use the right words".

He shivered involuntarily at your whispered sentence, your breath in his ear sending another wave of excitement through him, the need to be with you growing stronger "Please, baby. Let me feel you, just move against me. You know I'm a patient man, but this is making me lose my damn mind"

"So this" you grind your hips down, moving them back up again "is making you lose your head?"

He let out a low, almost guttural groan at the slow, calculated move of your hips, the friction created by your movements driving him insane "Yeah, you're making me lose my damn mind, baby. You know what you do to me".

You licked his upper lip, your hand holding his chin before you rolled your hips back down against his.

He moaned in consequence, feeling the way you rolled your hips again, his own hips involuntarily bucking up against yours. "Baby... that's it, just keep going like that. Just a little bit more" he held back the urge to take control of your body and just take you right there, trying to keep a bit of my composure.

Although that composure didn't last long, just enough for him to take you to your bedroom.

You didn't know how or when you ended up underneath him, his body trapping yours against the mattress while his lips ghosted over yours "We're done playing now" he assured you. The air was caught in your throat when he brushed his lips against your throat. "I fucking love the way you're all mine" he groaned. "Mine only, hmm? I'll destroy whoever tries to get between us".

You gulped thick when you heard him saying that, unsure if it was just the pleasure ruling him... because he was looking deadly serious.

"What?" he called you "You like knowing that you're all mine and mine alone? You like hearing how I'll do anything to keep you all to myself?"

In three years of relationship, it was the first time you heard Junghoon being so possessive of you. Yet you didn't hate it. Not at all.

He crawled on top of you, his body trapping you beneath him. His fingers skillfully undid the clasp of your bra with a swift motion as soon as his fingertips found it. Your back arched with need as you felt the fabric caressing your skin before disappearing, and it kept folding as his lips started making their way down your body. He paused for a moment to look up at you, his eyes darkened for all the right and wrong reasons as he admired the invisible path he made from your chest to the edge of your underwear.

He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching for a hint of suspicion or doubt, for any sign that could make him back down. But he found none, only desire and trust. His fingers hooked into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he got you naked in front of him.

Jungkook moved back up your body, his hands trailing up your thighs as he went. He positioned himself between your legs, his lips finding your collarbone again, leaving a mark that would be difficult to hide, while his heart pounded hysterically against his chest. His desire for you and the guilt of his identity waging a silent war inside him.

But he chose to silent them.

He lifted your leg over his hip, pulling you even closer to him. His body pressed against yours, and the last remaining layers of fabric between you felt like an unbearable barrier. He nipped at your earlobe, his voice a low, demanding whisper "I fucking need you so bad".

"I need you, too"

The way your words echoed his, the way you sounded so out of breath... It all kept clouding his judgement. He knew those words were dedicated to someone else, he knew your body was craving Junghoon, but the thought of his touch exciting you like that only made him growl deep in his throat.

His lips reached the apex of your thighs as he started moving down, pausing for a moment as he looked up at you. Your face was flushed with desire, your eyes darkened with need. He took a moment to memorize the sight before he gave in completely to his desires. Giving you one last look, he bent enough to sink his mouth sensually among your folds, the contact making you hum in pleasure almost instantly.

He ran his tongue over you, savoring the taste of you in his mouth. Your body writhed beneath his touch, your moans and gasps filling the room.. the combination of it all causing his chest to puff with pride, while his tongue dived deeper in you to get a better taste. Jungkook lost himself in you, driven by the overwhelming need to make you his, to make everything he had always dreamed of a reality.

Your moans, the sight of you, your reaction to his touch... it all drove him crazy with a primal need to possess you, to make you his in every way he had thought of ever since Junghoon introduced you to the family. He delved deeper, his tongue exploring you with a fervor that bordered on desperate. Jungkook craved more of those sounds, those sensations, those reactions.

You almost couldn't recognize yourself. The passion, the way your boyfriend was giving himself to you, the way he was sinking his mouth in you as if he wanted to eat you whole and then eat you again. You swore he made you let out sounds you haven't heard on yourself ever before.

"Baby, I need you" you moaned, almost with a plea.

Your words, the need in your voice, the way your body responded to him -it was like fuel to the fire. He wanted -no, he needed- to give you what you were asking for.

Licking your clit one last time, he moved up your body, making sure he showered with kisses every centimeter on the way to your face. Jungkook positioned himself between your legs again, his eyes holding your gaze. His fingers brushed against you, teasing, but never quite giving you what you want. His voice was a low, almost desperate plea:

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

You dedicated him a soft smile, before you nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders "Always".

Your answer, the look on your face -it teared away the last shred of restraint he had. With one movement of his head, he motioned you to get a condom, which you reached effortlessly at the bedside table to hand it to him so he'd wrap himself on the latex. 

His lips claimed your mouth in a deep kiss, while his length slid into you with one movement, filling you completely. It was strange, but he felt like coming home, finally being where he belonged.

For a second, the guilt installed in his brain, reminding him of what he was doing, of the place he was taking over, but how quickly you pulled from his neck and how you linked your lips together worked to get him back to the only thing that mattered: you.

You broke the kiss, moaning when he started moving, a low giggle adorning the room and making Jungkook the weakest he had ever felt. "Fuck, you feel bigger".

He couldn't help but smirk at your words, the need to hear more, to make you feel even more driving him forward. He lifted your leg over his waist again, his lips finding your ear as he murmured: "Is that a good thing, baby? Does it feel good?"

"So fucking good" you closed your eyes, dropping your head back.

He didn't know how long he stayed moving while just looking at you, drinking up all of your reactions, memorizing every small detail on your face with every new wave of pleasure, or the way your nails digged on his skin whenever he angled his hips to reach the right spot. You were so hypnotizing and addictive.

He was done being a viewer, he was the main character of the most devoted love story to ever exist.

Hearing you moan like that, hearing how good he made you feel, pushed him even closer to the edge. Jungkook bit down on your shoulder, just enough to leave a mark, as he tried to hang on just a bit longer. He picked up the pace, driving into you deeper, harder, his eyes fixed on your face, ready for the smallest sign to give you everything you could ask for.

When you opened your eyes, you didn't recognize the dark look in your boyfriend's eyes as he crashed into you, his pace was relentless, like he had been deprived from touching you for years.

Your hands moved instantly to his wrists, trying to find some stability as your body kept bouncing harder against the mattress. Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, holding onto you as if he never wanted to let go. He could feel your body responding to his, and could see how close you were.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you have" he asked softly, your hands moving to each side of your head as his body bent over to cover yours.

He held your gaze, he took care of your body, and he walked with you to your high to make sure you wouldn't miss a single beat. Until you both turned into one, your bodies being a mix of shivers and electricity.

Jungkook held you tight, only letting go of your hands to wrap his arms around you and sink his face on the curve of your neck to inhale your scent. You were so his that it physically hurted.

"That was..." you thought for a few seconds, trying to come up with a word "new".

Jungkook curiously moved back to look into your eyes "New? In a good sense?"

"Yeah... Yeah" you nodded, huffing a laugh "Different, in a good sense though. It's just that..." you started to explain, feeling a bit nervous "you're usually so soft and slow, and careful and delicate".

"Am I?" Jungkook lifted his eyebrow, trying to wonder if he allowed his own needs to take control of himself and risk getting exposed. "I just got carried away. I'm sorry if I hurted you".

"Hoon, I've been asking you to be a bit rougher for months" you chuckled "Why are you apologizing? I liked it" while speaking, you tilted your head, looking at him "Maybe we should get even freakier next time".

For a second, Jungkook's lip twitched at hearing his brother's name on your lips, but he recomposed quickly after, letting a smirk be drawn on his face.

"You felt like a completely different person" you chuckled "I liked it".

Jungkook pecked your lips quickly, trying to get rid of the idea that he was indeed a different person.

"Shall we get something for dinner?" he casually asked, hugging you tight in his arms. He stretched his legs lazily,moving his face down to look at you, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. "How about we order something for dinner? I'm starving."

You blinked, surprised. "Order something? You usually insist on cooking after..." you trailed off, cheeks warming.

He tilted his head, the playful grin never faltering. "Figured I'd give us both a break. Besides, my cooking could use a little variety."

Junghoon always prided himself on his cooking, especially after moments like these. It was his way of grounding himself, of caring for you. Still, you shrugged off the unease. He probably was just trying to be thoughtful in a different way.

"What are you in the mood for?" you asked, shifting to grab your phone.

"Anything but Chinese food," he replied quickly. Too quickly.

Your fingers paused mid-air. "But...you love Chinese food."

Jungkook stopped, trying to think of what to say to get away from his own mess.

He hesitated, barely perceptibly, before chuckling. "Right. I meant, I've had enough of it lately. Craving something else."

You nodded slowly, letting it slide, but a faint buzz of doubt lingered in the back of your mind. As you scrolled through the menu options, he got up, moving to his pants on the floor.

His movements were fluid, confident, but lacked the familiarity you'd always known. The way he grabbed the fabric and tossed it on: it wasn't the usual meticulous way Junghoon folded and set aside his clothes.

"Pizza?" he suggested, his voice easy, casual. "Something simple."

Your lips curved into a small smile despite the growing doubts. "Sure, pizza sounds good."

As you placed the order, you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He was looking at you, but there was something in his eyes -a hunger, an intensity- that didn't belong to Junghoon. You shook your head, telling yourself it was all in your imagination.

After slipping into your clothes, the two of you left the room, the warm glow of the moment still lingering in the air. Junghoon walked beside you, his arm brushing yours occasionally as you both made your way to the living room.

"What time should the food get here?" he asked, glancing at you.

"About thirty minutes," you replied, checking the confirmation on your phone. "Plenty of time to relax."

Jungkook moved first, wrapping his arm around your waist to drag you with him over the couch, making sure both of you falled over it, your body almost over his lap, as he cuddled you tight. Something so simple as that had you instantly feeling better, instantly forgetting about any doubts or insecurities, vanishing that sense of unease and anxiety, to welcome comfort and love.

You didn't realize, but you started rubbing your cheek against his chest, while your hands held tight on his arms, your eyes closed while you allowed his scent fill your nostrils.

You were tired of being suspicious, and always ending on the worst of the conclusions, because small changes didn't always have to be for the worst.

If that was the first night of a new phase of your relationship, you'd gladly take it.

And something in him moved at your reaction. He was convinced he'd make you a million times happier than his brother ever did. It was as if the universe was telling him you were always meant to end up with him, because you molded together perfectly.

He, and only him, was everything you ever wanted, and he'd make sure he'd be the only thing you'd ever want. 

[monkebearness]

Maple Spice and Everything Nice

Yamada Kaede (tripleS) x Male Reader

Tags: smut, alcohol, fingering, blowjob, daddy kink, wall and standing sex, some fluff and angst

Word count: 10.4k

After nine tedious minutes of waiting in line, four friends finally enter through the doors of hell, or heaven, depending on one’s perspective. Welcomed by the almost deafening speakers, they witness the wave of guests all over the place, most of whom may as well embody the nine inner circles of Inferno or the seven terraces of Purgatorio—although some of them will probably consider this realm their paradise for a night. Yet one of these friends does not have the same level of enthusiasm as the other three as his mind is filled with doubt and regret for setting foot in this place on this weekend night.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea to bring me here.”

“Come on, now. No need to be a party pooper, man. We promise you won’t regret this.”

“I already am, though. Besides, I don't mind being a party pooper.”

“Dude, Honggi’s not entirely wrong. Junghoon-ah, we might not get another chance to have fun in the next two weeks since people started booking reservations at the diner!”

“Well, I can’t blame customers for wanting to dine there. Isn’t that what gives us jobs in the first place? I can’t even believe you’re also going along with this, Kangmin-ah.”

“I know, I know... But think of this occasion as spending our paychecks for something new and fresh. Plus, you're the most hardworking guy between the four of us… This is your time to relax!”

“But this isn't the first place that comes to my mind when it comes to relaxation.”

“Oh, just wait until you meet someone who will change your mind,,” Honggi points his finger at him a few times. “Then you'll thank us for letting you come here!”

Autumn has arrived. Clubs were never Junghoon's style, it never has been. Ever since he’s gone on his own, he often spent his independence working from job to job across various kitchens in Seoul. But his colleagues couldn't help but insist that he tag along with them during his sixth month of working at a casual dining restaurant. And tonight, they’re inside a venue where most casual things also happen to their visitors. It’s the first time in a while that he hasn’t stayed inside home. Aside from buying groceries during weekends, going on jogs at local parks, or killing his free time on his laptop with content that’s either insightful or “brain rot-inducing,” though he tends to balance the two, more in favor of the former.

“Yeah, dude,” Insoo chimes in. “Who knows if some of us will be lucky enough to bring a chick to their place tonight? Ever thought about that benefit?”

“You should’ve definitely cleaned up your own place first if you want that to happen,” Junghoon shoots back.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “I’ll just head to their place instead and I'll make them a mess.”

“You know, words like those are why you haven’t hit off with anyone whenever we go here,” Kangmin chimes in.

“Whatever,” he grumbles. He’s had enough of his friends’ banters. “Are we just gonna stand here in the corner like a bunch of dorks or are we gonna start pushing our luck?”

Junghoon considers these given options. “I actually don't mind just standing here—”

“Come on. Get in there, man!” Honggi slowly pushes him as they both walk into the middle of the dance floor while the other two follow. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And there he is. On the spot with the rest of the guests.

Junghoon slowly nods his head, awkwardly moving to the rhythm of the music. The less he became conscious of the crowd around him, the more he encouraged himself to keep on moving to the upbeat sound. Closing his eyes on his spot, his thoughts reassure him of an upside of clubbing, unlike what his buddies have been suggesting for the past half an hour. It’s a reminder that clubbing doesn’t have to be about flirting or mingling with others. Knowing that he may no longer want to visit a place like this the next time he’ll be invited, he gives it all. Tonight, the kitchen and restaurant are the least of his worries. It's about time he serves himself. Plus, he’s watched or played enough TikTok challenges in the background during his spare time to not be empty-handed for this hyper moment.

But after a minute has passed, Junghoon suddenly bumps into a woman in front of him with force not strong enough to be painful, yet strong enough to interrupt her movement and once unbothered mojo. Slowing down his dancing, he remains alert, with adrenaline pumping to his veins, bracing himself for any form of outburst or reaction from the very person he’s now.

“Joesonghamnida…” he speaks out—raising his voice so she can hear, knowing that he had already disrupted her ethereal spirits.

But as she turns around and meets her eyes with his, her eyes of confusion transform into disbelief, widening at the sight of the man. And just before Junghoon can bow to her in a rapid succession, he reacts similarly as the woman. “Junghoon-sunbaenim?”

“Kaede-ssi.” A smile forms on both their faces, having found familiarity amidst the neon sea of strangers. As the intensity of the music drops, both take the chance to walk to the bar counter, sitting down on the stools and offering each other drinks as an icebreaker to make up for lost time and catch up on their present in the next several minutes.

He looks at her, realizing how much her hair is shorter compared to their last encounter. As her attire looks more daring. It's a new look for her, but he can't help but admit how it suits her, at least in his mind. “You’re the last person I’d see in a place like this,” he teases, before taking a sip of the bottle of light beer she bought him.

“Feeling’s mutual,” she tuts, making him chuckle. To him, she’s more or less the same snarky, sometimes menacing, and cutesy junior he knows, just a few years older since their last encounter. Still kinda snarky, he thinks.

“Well, I didn’t go here by choice,” he clarifies, taking a glance at a distance to check on his friends at the other side of the club, grooving with faces who he has no familiarity with as the music continues to keep enchanting the larger crowd in the middle back into the dimension where electronic and techno music dominates.

“Not all of us have a choice at first,” she takes a sip of the same bottle he bought her, noticeably a much larger amount than his. “I know that sounds dramatic, but I never expected to be an occasional visitor here until my friends practically begged me. Still, there’s a sense of comfort here the longer you're here.”

“I guess that’s true,” he nods, seeing the other side of guests at the venue. Ones who are like them, simply laid back on their seats, chatting or cracking up jokes with friends or newfound companions while the rest keep on grooving. “But that being said, what are you up to these days? Don’t tell me you’re just visiting here every night.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna have fun somewhere where I’m also working. I do some work at some side gigs here and there, and I’m either a part-time coach and fitness or dance instructor on weekdays, I also do some modeling and photoshoots for quick bucks.”

“Got a lot on your plate I see,” he quips, impressed by her list of jobs, listing them as if she’s citing him her past experiences for a job application.

“Yeah, but I’m just making ends meet while I try to find a more stable job…” she groans. “You see, this is why idols are so damn lucky.”

“Couldn’t your parents have helped you with that?” he wonders, though his tone remains cautious. “But I hope you don't take it the wrong way! It's just, the last time I saw them, I remember they were probably one of the most thoughtful and protective folks out there. I’m sure helping you with jobs shouldn’t be that different.”

“It's fine,” she replies, chortling at his abrupt tone of panic. “I get it... But looking back, living here is different from Toyama. I can’t always rely on them. I get to start over and learn to mostly live making my own choices, though it’s also thanks to you and our club that adjusting in these conditions has become a little less difficult.”

“Of course, you were an amazing addition to Mad Money… You were a bit menacing at first, but I thought that was impressive. And a good thing. The girls thought the same. You even taught them a thing or two about Japanese culture.”

“Well,” she sighs. “None of my achievements back then would’ve been possible without you guys… And if I’m being honest—I always appreciate my parents’ job offers through our relatives or their associates. I'll always be touched whenever they worry about me. But I just don't wanna be their little otter anymore, you know? Not all the time.”

“Otter, huh?” Junghoon snorts, though he finds his hoobae’s sentiment to be overall heartwarming. “Mianhae. I understand what you mean. You want to find your own place in this ‘big river.’ It’s just, I can’t believe you still remember that nickname.”

“Of course,” she gloats without shame. “I embrace my spirit animal. Going through those booths at the festival were one of the first things that made my freshman year memorable, including our own. Made me realize it was worth staying here in Korea. Like another big river or sea worth setting my foot on.”

“You mean your paws?” he interposes.

“Yah!” She can’t help but laugh at his tease. “I thought we were being serious here.”

“I’m kidding!” he lets out a snicker. “Kudos to you, I suppose,” he respectfully raises his near-empty bottle with a smile. “You’re now an independent otter—I mean person. You were always one of the most capable members in the club—so now that I think about it, there is no doubt that you’re doing well now.”

She raises her bottle in response, giggling at his verbal slip up, yet hearing his honest compliments only made her smile. “You think that? How so?”

“You didn’t just prove you could do things on your own. You simply can,” he answers with a straight face, delivered with a modest tone. “You were a tough cookie, but you were also a compassionate person. You didn’t hesitate to help out others.”

Only gazing at him with a sense of comfort and perhaps adoration, Kaede doesn’t have a sarcastic remark to throw back at his statement. While some things have changed, some remain the same, even with him, she realizes. “Still got the dad energy, I see.”

“Dad ener—” he raises an eyebrow, making an embarrassed chortle leave his mouth. “Please don’t say it like that. I’m not that older than you.”

“I know, but I don’t know how else to describe it,” she shrugs. “I’ve forgotten how good you are at giving compliments… You’re that wise, perhaps a little too protective sunbae when we first met in the club.”

“I only say those things to someone if they’re true,” he retorts. “Besides, that’s all you. So at least everything we’ve done paid off, to say the least.”

“I guess so… How about you, sunbae?” Now it’s her turn to ask, resting her chin on her clasped hands. “How's our old ‘errand boy’ doing nowadays?”

“Not that different, to be honest,” he tells her. “This errand boy never really found the time to have fun at work. Kitchens tend to be busier on weekdays… So whenever we do find the time to relax, my buddies would invite me to places like this. I just happened to say ‘yes’ this time.”

“That’s exactly why I go here!” she exclaims with excitement in her voice. “Even when I’m not with my friends, blowing off some steam on my own often helps me forget the fact that having dreams isn't enough to make it from day to day.”

“I never thought of it that way,” he places his hand on his chin and rubs it for a moment. “But then again, I’ve always thought you were a great dancer since then, especially when you joined the Dragons. And even if things might not look the best right now, I'm happy that you're still doing something you’re passionate about, Kaede.”

She looks down slightly, trying to hide her reaction, as she can feel her lips forming a smile after hearing Junghoon’s compliment. “Thanks, sunbae… I’m sure you’re doing the best you can too. Not to mention, you have some thoughtful friends who still care about your social needs.”

“You don’t get those often?” he teases.

“I have too much of those from my colleagues!” she shoots back with a giggle. “That's another reason why I go here on my own. I love them, but I rarely get my ‘me times’ whenever they invite me for a get-together.”

“Well, it does feel nice to have some folks to have your back, but as someone who’s the complete opposite, I’m not judging you.” He turns to look around, scanning the areas where he last found his friends. He feels a buzzing in his pocket—receiving a message that only got sent just a minute ago. It’s official: they are nowhere to be seen, making him sigh in disappointment. He looks back to Kaede once again, who was also paying attention to where his eyes went. “Speaking of which… I wished they were still here so I could introduce you to them, but it looks like they got what they wanted, so here we are.”

“Hmm, that can be for another time… More time for ourselves to catch up. It would be disrespectful of me to just let go of a sunbae like you.”

He did not expect those words from her. “Didn’t strike you as the flirtatious type.”

“Yet you were intimidated by me,” she hums, darting her mischievous eyes at him. “Remember those times?”

“Nah, that was back then,” he defends himself as if her remark didn’t affect him. But in actuality, her words strike through him. Not because he was embarrassed by her factual teasing about him during their past, but about the way he’s starting to see her now. How she’s different from her past. How she’s no longer the soft-spoken and cutesy hoobae or an amusing force to be reckoned with that he knew. I mean, of course, she’s still cute, he corrects himself in his mind. And besides, he has long known that her reserved attitude, which others adore her for, was more of a facade or surface level impression whenever she meets new people she’s not hostile to. She can be bubbly, teasing, and energetic at times, just like she is now. But still, there is another shade of beauty from her that he never noticed, or at least appreciated before, considering his mind and heart were longing for someone else. That was a different time. This present matters more.

“I didn’t get why you weren’t popular with girls,” she brings up. “Outside Mad Money, of course. And they adored you very much! They had some of the most stunning visuals of any student on campus, and none of them were idols.”

“I can't believe you're describing yourselves like that.”

“But that's how a lot of folks saw us,” she defends her recollection.

“I know. I was kidding,” He chuckles, before letting out a nostalgic sigh. “Though, with my case, I’m pretty sure that everyone else wouldn’t be into someone like me. At least, not back then. Considering how I looked and how little of a social life I had—that was expected of me... But I didn’t mind. College for me wasn’t about dating or hook-ups.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t be all imposter syndrome on yourself.”

Such a term struck a chord in him, but he keeps himself reasonable, willing to hear the woman’s words out. “I’m not.”

“Look, sunbae. College wasn’t perfect. But I remember it not being as bad, either. Not every person was a bully, and it’s not like everyone doesn’t gain any weight during those times either! Even in our batch, I knew people who don't hold high standards anymore. I knew women who started looking for personality a lot more than looks, though it’s a plus. Some of them didn’t even want relationships ‘cause their hearts were broken by asshats—yet they ended up with folks who were keepers.”

“I understand your point,” he interjects, albeit with a polite tone.

She opens her palms. “And my point is, you had both of those. Personality and looks.”

He guffaws at her claim. “Again with your teases.”

“They're not!” she defends herself. “And if they wanted to hook-up with some stereotypical ulzzang douche, they would’ve gotten that from every fuckboy they see. You’re a keeper, Junghoon-sunbae… Any woman would’ve been lucky to be with you.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” he takes a final swig of his drink, not reacting much to her point. “But, umm, listening to your point… I can say that I feel fine with the way I am now.”

“And so do I,” she backs him up. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, some things are better for me.”

“You didn’t enjoy your college dating life?” he asks back.

“It was fine,” she shrugs. “It was like yours, if I guess so myself. Had its ups and downs. Never lived it to the fullest, that’s for sure.”

“But you’re cute and charming. And you were kind of outgoing at times because of the Mad Money Club. That’s like a plus for you when you were meeting people back then.”

“That’s what they all said about me. Cute, adorable, soft-spoken. It’s like most of the people I dated just wanted a companion to hug or talk to, which is fine, if they would have just started making more moves than those two. And I can't even act angry when there's a reason for me to be one! I’m not some rent-a-girlfriend or a living teddy bear!”

“You’re an otter,” he interposes.

“Exactly,” she sarcastically affirms. “They couldn’t even get my spirit animal right.”

“But in all seriousness, you are beautiful, Kaede-ssi. That was their loss.”

“Now, where did those words come from?” she teases him, despite his words triggering a surge of electricity trickling throughout her body. Her mere gaze at Junghoon makes her heart start to skip its usual beat. The way she sees him feels different, at least compared to back then. Even though she knows well that the “beer goggles” effect is nothing but a bunch of baloney, perhaps the alcohol that makes her question things, now that they’ve met after college. “Was your fourth bottle making you tipsy all the sudden?”

“Not drunk, just being honest,” he shoots back. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Fair enough,” she snickers. “But no thanks to you, all I find out tonight are nothing but non-stop surprises.”

“So it’s my fault now?” he questions with a smile forming on his face, surprised at her sudden jab. “You’re blaming the newcomer?”

“In a way,” she taunts even more. “And I don’t wanna miss any more surprises by just letting you leave early.”

“I like the sound of that, actually. What do you have in mind?”

“Why not go for another round?” she suggests, piquing his interest about her more.

“The same bottle?” he wonders. “I feel like you’ve already had three, but okay then.”

“Not that, sunbae,” she stops him before he could raise his hand to the bartender. The woman motions her head behind her, keeping a smug smile at him. Junghoon notices the now-less yet still crowded dance floor, a bit taken aback by her suggestion. “I was thinking we’d head back. I’d rather have fun and be a little more sober.”

“Oh, I’m not the dancing type,” he shakes his head with a humble smile, lifting his hands like he got caught. “You saw me out there. I didn't know how to hit the floor like you did. You were practically an idol!”

“You weren’t that bad,” she reassures him. “I actually think you were better than most of them. You were on the beat.” She stands up from her stool and holds his hand, sending a tingling spark of electricity through his skin. A grin forms around her lips, as her actions fascinate him more. “But this time… You're following my lead.”

Kaede slowly walks Junghoon back to the crowded dance floor, where they would bust out their moves, syncing in their expressive spirits, now that they’re grooving next to each other. The longer he tries to imitate her every style and move, or at least give his own spin to it, Kaede's facial expressions allure Junghoon. Throughout their years in college, Junghoon never saw Kaede as anything more than a hoobae and a friend. Sure, he’s only a year older than her, and they weren’t that close, but they were on good terms. Their presence gave each other comfort and a space to confide in each other whenever they met.

Yet tonight—new feelings from him arise, thanks to their reunion. Unbeknownst to him, she’s not feeling too different. In fact, Kaede may be harboring stronger feelings. Not necessarily something that gives her butterflies on her stomach. Rather, more of a physical one. She never brought it up when they’re talking, but his physique has caught her attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it was him, if it wasn’t for his face. His breath just tempts her to get closer.

“Looking better, sunbae,” she shouts to him while her body sways. “Keep it up!”

As minutes go by, mixes and tunes of songs he’s familiar with play through the speakers.

Balkkeuchi ajjilhage Eodiro hyanghadeunji Sunsuhan sangsang geu kkeut neomeoe Deryeodajweo glassy~~

What you waiting for? ige tarakimyeon we fall fall fall What you looking for? weonhandamyeon now we fall we fall we fall

nasseon ikkeullimeul majuhan sungan mweonga dalla I won’t let you out of my sight jom deo ppajyeodeulge do me right

Mmmm I can melt an igloo Yeah cause I’m so dang hot~~

He has little to no clue how to dance any of the songs' choreo but he can only find them pleasant tunes to dance to. And now that he's with a familiar face, Junghoon feels more comfortable. The playlist has, more or less, a pattern as the DJ must’ve intended it—but the pair are too immersed to notice.

They keep dancing to the tune until there’s only a few inches of space between them, practically grinding on each other's bodies on the dance floor as their rhythm syncs in with the rhythm of the sensual and upbeat music. Her hands slowly direct him to wrap his hands around her petite and well-toned body, smoothly sliding down through her curves until they reach her hips. Junghoon’s slow and gentle touch electrifies the woman, sending sparks within, especially on her more sensitive regions that makes her let out a soft moan amidst of cacophony of thunderous speakers and passionate cheers in the club, making herself bite her lower lip in to muffle whatever else unforeseen and obscene noise that was about to leave her mouth in front of the everyone else.

Their eyes meet as everything around them slows down. They can feel each of their own heartbeats, getting louder as the roaring speakers that surround the place. Despite their five-centimeter difference, Kaede’s sudden jolts of pleasure urge her to rest her arms on his shoulders. Junghoon leans in closer, allowing her to entangle them around his neck.

Looking into each other’s eyes from a few inches, no words come out from either of their mouths, knowing how vain it would be to mutter a sound in a sea of dissonance. Unlike him, there’s virtually no sense of hesitation from Kaede—only curiosity and longing for what’s in front of her while she breathes heavily in his sight. She closes her eyes as her lips touch his for a moment, before parting to anticipate his reaction. For a few seconds, Junghoon becomes paralyzed by her sudden advances, yet feels his senses stimulated at the same moment. Her flavored lipstick oddly tastes like maple syrup. Even as their lips have already parted, her intoxicating breath still lingers. He feels a sense of hunger for her. His senses and his impulses can no longer lie to him. Through every reaction he feels, his mind and body screams at him. He wants her, here and now.

This time, he leans closer to Kaede, letting out a moan as they slowly have a taste of each other’s mouths, exploring a gustatory spectrum of bitter, sweet, sour, salty, and savory, which they both relish while embracing under the neon lights, not giving a single care about everyone and everything else around them, despite their ears catching cheerful whistles beside them, considering how they take pleasure in this irresistible excitement with their soft lips smacking each other in a tight embrace. Their heated moment on the dance floor would last for a minute until the DJ plays another mix, though for them, it is only the beginning.

The restroom was their next destination. Sloppily locking lips and battling each other’s tongues inside a stall. Despite the insatiable sensation they’ve been savoring in the past five minutes, they decide to catch their breaths—leaving a string of saliva—as their lips part. And yet, he’s not done. He leans down on the woman, playfully kissing her neck and holding her waist with his right hand, triggering a rousing stimulus that reaches down her crotch. Acting more on her ecstatic urges, she kisses him while holding his hand and guiding it down her crotch. Juices were leaking through her pants, but he got her memo. Tempted to explore her pants, he digs two fingers deeper, though the fabric is not thin enough for him to traverse into her regions.

“You can reach inside,” she murmurs under her breath, tingling at his alluring touches.

He nods, before cautiously pulling down her pants until his hand finally reaches her clit, which he begins to rub from side to side, before massaging it for a moment just to check her reaction. “Ugh… Fuck, that’s it.”

His index and middle fingers finally do their trick by making swirling motions inside her cunt, tickling and stimulating the woman at the same time while he places her neck once again. She tries to muffle her moans by biting her lower lip, but he adds another trick by finally inserting a finger inside her entrance—slipping into her opening with ease thanks to it being coated in her juices. Her continuous positive murmurs encourage him to keep on going as the middle finger follows inside, igniting a louder moan from her. Now, both fingers slowly make their way deep inside her cunt in search of more stimulating zones. Much to his surprise, he’s already stumbled on most of them. Hence, he goes through his techniques in the next few minutes, not wanting to rush and dissatisfy Kaede while he tries on different rubs and strokes inside her in the same rhythm.

“Oppa… Nghh… It feels so—” she whines with pleasure, feeling the build-up down inside her nether regions while his fingers continue their work. “I’m–uhh… I–aah…. I’m close!”

More and more fluid leaks out of her opening.

Kaede can only close her eyes and let out another much louder moan in response, before delicately holding on his left shoulder and slowly resting her head on the right where she takes a breather from her orgasm, mumbling “Th–thank… Y-you…” which he hears well.

As Junghoon understands her movement, he looks at her with some concern. “You okay? I hope I didn’t read your gestures wrong.”

“You did great,” she wheezes. As a wide smile forms on her face, she looks at him with eyes full of surprise, curiosity, and hunger. “And by the way, I thought you weren’t all that intimidated by me, sunbae,” she teases, putting her hand on his blushing face.

“I can say the same thing about you,” he snickers, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you paid a waiter so we can have the room all by ourselves.”

“And for that, you’re welcome, sunbae,” she retorts sarcastically.

“Please, you don’t have to keep calling me that, Kaede-ssi,” he proposes, stroking her scruffy and sweaty hair. “We are way past formalities at this point, don’t you think?”

“Then stop using honorifics with me,” she counters him. “At least for tonight.”

“Well…” He thinks for a second, not wanting to disappoint the muse.

“Does Kae-chan sound good to you?”

“Of course, oppa,” she answers with glee, with her heavy breathing slowly subsiding. “Now, why don’t we head somewhere else? Somewhere where no else can bother us.”

= = =

Junghoon expected they would take a taxi or a bus ride to their next destination, but much to his surprise, Kaede’s apartment was only a three minute walk from the club. Setting foot on her doorstep, he notices that her place is the perfect balance of messy and clean, oddly enough. Still, he didn’t have enough time to look into this whole abode, because at the moment he takes his shoes off—his lips are met by Kaede’s once again. He holds on to her waist, pulling her closer so he can deepen the kiss in a more comfortable position.

“You done checking out my place?” she murmurs in-between kisses, slipping under his shirt and feeling his sweating chest. “How about you check something else instead.”

“I wouldn't want anything more,” he hisses, before latching his lips onto hers once more, with his hands resuming their exploration of her physique from her breasts to her waist.

Carrying the woman with his toned arms, they reach her bed. Leaving each other kisses on each other’s lips and neck, they start undressing each other’s tops, allowing them to access more zones to explore and pleasure.

“It’s my turn now, oppa,” she pushes him on the edge of the bed, making him sit down. Seeing her seductive smile, Junghoon anticipates her move, allowing her to zip down his pants and revealing his erect cock. Her eyes can only widen at his girth and length, while her mouth slowly drools. But despite this intimidating sight, she is not gonna back off so easily. With her tongue, she starts to leave a few licks around his cock before proceeding to his balls, sending tingles across the man’s brain and even making him moan, like how he made her. After her ticklish teases, Kaede finally takes in his member inside her small mouth without any word, surprising him. In her determined mind and excited body, it is a dare she is willing to take—considering how she wants for both him and herself to have a good time tonight. Within a short moment, she’s able to take half of his thick shaft as it enters her mouth, pushing the limits of her jaw by opening it as wide as she can.

He keeps his hands gripped on her hair while he thrusts his own member in and out of her mouth. Yet, despite this position, he knows that she’s in control. Feeling her tongue slithering on his cock with every thrust only intensifies the pleasure he’s already feeling. For more than ten minutes, Kaede continues her routine before, eventually, Junghoon’s stimulation begins to overload his senses. She finally returns the favor to him with how he serviced her in the bathroom earlier. “Fuck, Kae—” he groans loudly. “I’m gonna…”

Although he tries to pull out as far as he can, Kaede keeps her mouth open in front of his tip with her hand gripping on his legs, anticipating what comes next. A stream of semen blasts out of his shaft, entering straight through her mouth. He looks at her swallowing her catch, which makes him scratch his head just as a chortle leaves his mouth.

“You just took it all in?” He asks the woman out of concern and disbelief, comforting her with a caress on her back while she coughs and catches her breath.

“Most of it,” she clarifies with a smile. She takes another look down his flaccid, yet still leaking cock. “I thought I could, but they just kept on dripping, oppa.”

He laughs at her honest remark before pecking her on the lips, not caring about the fact that his seed is on her mouth. “It’s fine. You didn’t have to… You did good, Kaede-chan. Thank you.”

As she couldn’t resist his bold gesture, and his mouth, Kaede leans in to extend and deepen their kiss once, resuming their heated makeout neither of their excited spirits want to end. This time, she assists him in helping take off her own remaining garments, unhooking her bra from the back while she takes off her panties and carelessly throws it into the floor, revealing her perky breasts. But as he lays her down on the bed, a serious thought pops up in his mind, making him ignore his now enlarged cock and follow his sense of reasoning before they can proceed with their next exercise.

“Do you have a condom?” He finally speaks about his concern.

“I–umm…” Her face starts to redden, alerting himself to take more initiative.

“If you don’t, I can just buy outside. I’m sure—”

“No, no!” she exclaims, much to his surprise, before lowering down her tone into a shyer one. “You can find a box inside the nightstand.”

Complying with her direction, Junghoon walks to the nightstand and opens it, finding a box of premium condoms, all of which are still unopened, something he finds odd due to how many it is. At the same moment, his eyes also spot some rather interesting toys next to the box, and a lube. Kaede notices him taking a little longer, though she doesn’t panic.

“I've been doing things by myself,” she tells him with the same soft-spoken intonation. “Things can get lonely here sometimes, you know.”

But truth be told, making assumptions about his old friend and partner for the night is the last thing he wants to do. He’s here because he wants to make her feel good. Both of them want to. Slowly and steadily, he opens a sachet and wraps the condom around his still erect member while she watches on from the bed surrounded by her two pillows.

“It's okay,” he smiles, giving off a comforting look to Kaede. “I don't judge. I get it.”

Kneeling on the bed, he pounces on her on the bed as she latches her lips onto his, resuming the flames of their passion. Slowly but surely, he positions her on the bed while she nudges a pillow on her rear end, their naked bodies now facing each other.

“Take it easy,” she coos as her blush remains, making Junghoon slow down from his more aroused state. He’s starting to notice her facial expression. She’s a bit nervous.

“Oh… It is your first time?” he tries to make sure.

She slowly nods, before adding, “I mean, it’s my first with someone I’m not dating... It’s been a while since I’ve done… This…” She lets out a sigh. “Is that, um, okay you, oppa?”

“Of course, Kae-chan,” he reassures her with a kiss. He doesn’t know why, but hearing such a revelation makes him feel a teeny-tiny bit of weight on his shoulders. Based on her words just now, he knows she’s done it before. “I’ll do it slowly, okay?”

She nods again, forming a dampened smile, as he positions his shaft into her entrance. With his head reaching the opening, he slides in his shaft ‘till the first half of his length reaches her vagina. Kaede cannot help herself but purr, slowly welcoming his member, though the fact that’s only halfway inside also makes her hold on to both his shoulders. He gives a few more thrusts as the rest of his cock reaches deeper inside her. Junghoon’s groans mirror the woman’s muffled moans, yet they sound music to her ears—eventually letting go as she opens her mouth and lets out rising pitched cries. Their noises compose a cacophony that echoes through the walls of the room. Their composition can reach the heavens and intensify the flames of hell. Such sounds feel like music to both their ears, similar to the mixes they were dancing to a while ago. Minutes appear like hours, but neither of their brains are in the state to count or process anything but their ongoing stimulating movement.

“Oppa!” she whines with overwhelming pleasure, already squirting from her cunt, while he can feel his cock reaching its second limit despite continuing his pumps on top of her. “Nggnhhh… Imma… Ugh… I’m close.”

Junghoon continues kissing her neck, appearing as if he’s devouring her like a vampire in order to speed up his climax, catching up to Kaede’s within seconds while they moan in each other’s mouths until the inevitable happens. She comes first; he busts his semen inside the condom milliseconds later, yet for all intents and purposes, they came at the same time. He lies down next to her, hearing each other panting amidst the silence.

They take a breather for a few minutes, lying still on the bed. He looks at Kaede, curious about whatever he just witnessed inside her nightstand earlier. That being said, he’s not being judgmental, though curiosity has already gotten to him. “Now that we’re done…”

She slowly gets up; a suggestive smile forms on her lips. “Who says we're done, oppa?”

Her daring look only encourages him with a realization. He didn’t fail to satisfy Kaede. And another, being intimidated by her isn’t such a bad thing. In fact, he’s into this side of her. “Only you can, that’s for sure.”

Turned on by Kaede’s nerves, the man leaves more kisses on her neck, before reaching down to her ears, armpits, and thighs. “Fuck, this feels so good,” she murmurs. Despite being stimulated by the slow and gentle marks he’s making, Kaede stops him and stares at Junghoon for a moment, as an idea has been brought to her mind.

“One thing, before we keep going,” she appeals with her recognizable reserved voice.

He halts his actions, attentive to her next words. “Yes, Kae-chan?”

Aside from blushing cheeks, a sheepish smile forms on her face. “Can I call you daddy?”

“Huh?” His eyes widen at her question, yet he immediately feels a jolt down on his shaft, slowly erecting once more at the woman’s words. “Well, I guess I'm not against it. Sure.”

He takes a second packet from the box, opening it while he sees Kaede touching herself in anticipation for their second round. Once he puts on the condom, the woman lunges at Junghoon, softly pushing him into the wall nearest to the bed. “Where are we goi—”

She shushes him with a finger to his lips, before turning around and facing the wall. “Let’s do it here.”

Getting her suggestion, Junghoon lets out a weak laugh, before leaving loving pecks on her neck. Tickled by his gestures, Kaede giggles and rests her arms on the wall with her rear end bending for him, taking a deep breath. Compared to last time, his cock enters her entrance with a little more ease, though he can still feel its tightness. He begins his thrusts deeper inside her chambers at a steady pace, hitting the same stimulating spots from this position. Despite his cock still only halfway like last time, she can already feel him stretching her walls all over again, and she cannot get enough of it the second time.

“Hngghh… Daddy,” she gasps, tightening her grip around him. “You’re so fucking big!”

“You’re still…” he groans, finally entering the rest of his length deeper inside her, with his hand holding on to her hip. “So… Fuck…ing… Tight… Kae-chan!”

“Hayaku,” she murmurs on the top of her breath. Though he has some clue of what she means, she adds “Faster!” for him to understand her on-the-spot request.

He quickens his pace. She stiffens her arms, tightening her fingers on the wall.

“Would you like it… If I…do this…baby?” he murmurs. His hands climb their all the way up to her breasts, Feeling them bounce, he uses his fingers around both her nipples.

“Fuck!” she gasps at his sudden maneuver. “Yes, daddy…just keep…doing it! Ngghhh…”

Enveloping each with both his palms, he kneads her knockers in a circular and an up and down motion. Surges of pleasure run through her mind, making her tilt her head backwards as her tongue sticks out while she keeps moaning during his robust thrusts. With his hands at work, Junghoon licks her nape, tasting her dripping sweat like nectar.

While she wails in gratification, he slows down his pumps so he can lean into her ear. “Imagine if we’re doing this eye to eye, Kaede-chan.”

“Hnggghhh… Fuck!” His words strike a nerve. “You–ugh–would like that wouldn’t you?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckles. In her mind, she wants it too.

“I’m close!” she wails after a few minutes.

Junghoon doesn’t say anything, but her confession makes him smile. “Let it out, baby.”

And with a few more thrusts, Kaede finally reaches her second orgasm.

Taking their time to breathe, he holds her arms, keeping her from falling straight down to the floor.

“You didn’t come, did you?” she mumbles.

“I was… Close. But it’s fine.”

“Mianhae, I didn’t wait.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“Damn right. You were the one whispering all those stuff to me.”

“Those worked for you?” he scratches his head.

“Shut up,” she chuckles before pulling him closer to her. She trails her fingers up to his toned abs and chest. “How about we go for another one, hmm? Now, you lead the way.”

In their third round, Junghoon and Kaede face each other once again and in a burst of strength from his arms, he lifts the woman off the floor—triggering a squeal of surprise and excitement from her. With his hands holding onto her hips and her arms wrapping around his neck, their lips hungrily touch once more, still addicted to each other’s taste and scent. This time, her tongue invades his mouth, which he welcomes, allowing his to be dominated. Junghoon breaks their session after a minute to tell her he’ll be putting it in once more. With her back now comfortably reclined on the wall and him steadying his arms, she wraps her leg around his back. Their eyes lock, filled with thirst for each other.

“Hopefully, the third time’s a charm,” he quips. She bites her lower lip, suppressing her excitement with him now in control.

Junghoon begins motioning his cock inside her cunt, thrusting it in and out, triggering another of her erogenous zones. He alternates in kissing each of her plump and sweaty breasts, adding to the layers of pleasure that she’s feeling now while he rams her with a slightly faster pace and more robust pumps—inevitably flexing the muscles of his arms for Kaede to witness, despite her field of vision shaking and her whole body trembling.

“More, daddy,” she begs him with a peck to his cheek. “I want more…of your… Tricks.”

He cannot help but grin as he nods before sucking one of her tits in his mouth, licking every ounce of sweat that drips like maple syrup, amplifying the volume of her moans and cries while riding his member in carnal bliss. “Nngghh… Yabai… More, ugh!”

Another idea spirals into his lustful brain, making his hands squeeze both her soft butt cheeks, triggering another spot that makes her gasp and squeal next to his ear. “Such a good girl,” he whispers right back to her ear, continuing his teases. “Taking it so well.”

“Daddy! I’m–I’m…” she screams, with her eyes rolling on the back of her head while her tongue sticks out. Witnessing such a reaction only allows his cock to remain erect, if not grow a little longer than it already is, while he continues to plow the woman to his limit. While her ahegao still persists, Junghoon latches his lips on her tongue, surprising her in a satisfying manner. They kiss more sloppily, with their tongues dancing in rhythm, complementing the sound of their skins slapping together amidst their primal noises.

Kaede parts her lips to catch her breath, tightening her grip around his back. As if that's not enough, her fingernails dig through his skin just to snap herself out of her own state of overstimulation and tell him, “I’m close!”

“Me… Too!” he groans loudly in response, maintaining his rhythm despite feeling his muscles tire out and the slow aching yet stimulating sensation he’s feeling on his back. “Toge…ther, let’s…”

With a few more powered thrusts, the man finally explodes his load inside the condom. With the last ounce of his strength, he walks back to the bed and places down his worn out partner in the middle. They both lie once again, and much longer this time for five minutes of huffing and puffing, laughing, and exchanging more quips to one another.

“Fuck…” she pants, lightly tapping his upper abs beside her. “That was intense, daddy.”

“Language, dear,” he shoots back, making his voice even deeper and commanding.

“Oppa!” She lets out a burst of laughter, playfully smacking his shoulder. “You don’t have to take it that far.”

“I’m kidding, but it was really wild,” he chuckles, breathing a little heavier than her. He fixes her disheveled hair, moving them to the side to see her face. “You did well, baby.”

His words made her giggle, still enchanted by his charm of going along with her request. She leans closer to give him a simple yet comforting kiss then lies on his shoulder to rest next to him, which he welcomes–even helping her lie more comfortably by adjusting his posture. Her hand slowly slides down to his crotch in hopes of teasing him, but her eyes and smile can only widen in surprise when she feels his shaft up and running again.

“How is that even possible?” she exclaims.

He laughs in disbelief. “Well, you made it happen, I guess.”

Temptation drives her into wrapping her hand around his cock and slowly making an up and down motion, reinvigorating his lust and drive within seconds. His moan says it all.

“You up for an encore, oppa?” she winks at him.

“Lead the way, baby,” he reciprocates her enticement.

Despite both parties initially hoping for a warm and comforting spooning session due to their recovering bodies, it turns out they still have more than enough drive and vigor to get back up. Kaede straddles Junghoon's hips and just like that, their lustful passion is reignited the second their lips touch for the nth time. In fact, they’re still only halfway through the night, one that's about to be filled with more noises of pleasure. One that will involve more than several used condoms being tossed in the trash bin every few minutes. While this night may not have been one of Junghoon's ideas of relaxation, there's no doubt in his mind that this refreshing experience is a worthy addition.

= = =

9:50 AM. No alarm wakes her up, just her circadian rhythm. Thank God it’s Saturday.

Kaede opens her eyes, wrapped up in her blanket. It’s a miracle that she’s not feeling any headache from her hangover, although her body is screaming at her in the form of a few visible hickeys and sores felt from her neck to toe. Junghoon is nowhere to be found—at least not in the same room. She finds some of her toys, a vibrator, a butt plug, and a pair of nipple suckers, on top of the nightstand, letting out a chortle as they’re well organized compared to the last time they’ve used them. He’s a quick learner, she contemplates.

After dressing up in a new set of casual clothes, the woman opens the door, immediately catching the scent of something boiled, familiar, and delectable. She finds Junghoon in his attire last night, yet he looks clean and tidy, having used the bathroom about an hour earlier. He’s at the kitchen counter, putting the finishing touches of garnish on two large steaming bowls of ramen, whose black soup and ingredients remind the woman of her native dish back home. Near the sink, she sees her cooking pan and pot, alongside a few plates and utensils, have just been washed, including the cutting board that she hasn’t used in two weeks. As he places the bowls on the dining table, her eyes notice a large platter of assorted Japanese appetizers—which includes agedashi tofu, miso eggplant, shumai, and pork gyoza—along with a bowl of fresh, well cut fruits on a smaller platter. Although she knows what her sunbae does for a living, she's still amazed by his decorum, even daydreaming as if they’re now staying at a bed and breakfast, and she just happened to spend the whole night with the hunk, tall chef, who is now preparing breakfast.

“You’re up!” Junghoon greets her with a wave. “I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen. And just so you know, I didn't steal anything. Just borrowed your utensils.”

She walks to him, still looking at the cuisine in wonder. “No it's just—this is too much. But how did you get these ingredients? I haven’t bought groceries in a week.”

“Oh, I had them delivered from a nearby grocery, since I kinda did not wanna get locked in,” he snickers. “Or got the chance to ask you what your door pin is, though that’s fine.”

Her gaze at the table remains in spectacle, though Junghoon reads it as consternation.

“Did I cook too much?” he tries to clarify. “Or do you prefer takeout, ‘cause I can also—”

“No, no!” she panics, although she calms herself down to avoid any misunderstandings. “Don't. I didn’t say it's a bad thing. I've never cooked for myself in a long time, so seeing these on the table is just so—Wow… Thank you, sunbae. I can pay you the ingredients—”

“Please. No need for that,” he interrupts her politely. “It’s the least I can do, Kaede-ssi.”

They eat breakfast over the table. Minutes past, Junghoon can only hear the humming and cheerful chewings of the woman. “Mmm! This is something else, oppa. It’s hard to believe any of these ingredients are store-bought.”

“Thanks,” he answers, but something else is on his mind. And his silence alerts her.

“Come on now, oppa,” she initiates. “Your face is already obvious. Spit it out.”

“I don't mean to ask anything about earlier… but about those toys,” he still stops, hoping that she won’t be offended.

“You're still curious about my sex life?” She places down her renge spoon and puts her elbow on the table, raising an eyebrow at him with a half-suppressed smile. “Isn’t last night enough for you? Wait, did you not enjoy using them?”

“No, no, it’s not that! Of course, I enjoyed them.” he retorts. “That’s not what I want to ask. I’m just wondering how your friends see your dating life, considering how you said you started going to the nightclub without them at times. If that's okay with you, at least. You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable for you.”

Kaede sighs. She’s given much thought to it herself as well, considering her hesitations from the other night. Silence ensues in the room, though she breaks it once she finally makes up her mind. “Maybe, it has stuck with me since college, but umm, you know I was roommates with Yubin-ah. You remember her, right?”

“Yeah,” he nods, trying to process where her point is heading. “Of course.”

“She’s done a lot of wild stuff with your friend back then, Yeonghwan. When they were dating and all that… I know that bringing them up may be sudden, that was maybe the first time I felt that I was envious and insecure.”

Concern arises in his eyes, yet her words somewhat resonate with him. “Of what?”

She stares into the distance, reminiscing her regrets. “Of not having that kind of experience… That feeling. Yet I didn’t get the chance until I was in my later years.”

He remembers her words from last night. Her desire to be touched, like most women, hindered by a lot of people’s surface-level perceptions and shallow expectations of her. To some degree, Junghoon himself understands how she feels, based on how others had viewed both of them in the past. Despite those things happening a long time ago, certain unpleasant memories and some hesitations still lingered within them from time to time.

“And of course, my, umm, first time with my own ex wasn't the best,” she turns to him. “But last night, you kinda made me forget that… It's like that never even happened.”

He didn’t expect those words from her. “Really now? I honestly don’t know what to say… I'm glad. But–uhh, whoever you meet next, I hope they’ll treat you the same.”

She giggles at his remark. “I don't think that's even possible, oppa.”

“This must be a new thing for you, then…” he surmises. “Though from someone who’s new, you still did well. Actually, I think well’s an understatement.”

“Thanks,” she looks down with a smile, though another realization shifts her face into a sullen expression when she looks up to him. “Though I don’t know if I want to keep up this kind of routine with my colleagues. Not everyone’s like you, sunbae.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” he counters. “You get to meet someone better. And why would it matter to others if you keep going on one-night stands? That’s your choice.”

“Well, I got myself into this when I showed off to my friends at work. They would brag about their flings and wild relationships, so I make them think I get laid a lot of times. Whenever they stop by to hang out, I try to make things more... convincing. Maybe it’s just my insecurity getting the best of me, but I've also gotten used to it. I lied because I thought that my own life wasn’t good enough to be shared.”

“I…” He's at loss for words, simply astonished at the woman's tale. “Didn’t expect that. But it must be tough, pretending to be someone you’re not to your friends.”

She raises an eyebrow again, her lips forming a pout. “You're judging me, aren't you?”

“I'm not judging you!” he waves his hands. “It's just, I didn't expect you to open up.”

“But your face makes it look like you have something to say about my life choices.”

“Not much… I just think that it doesn't matter how often you sleep around with anyone. And who cares if you have a lot of toys? If they really are your friends, then they would respect, forgive, and understand that you’re actually not that kind of a person. If not… Then they’re not worthy of being your friends to begin with. Just my two cents.”

“Doesn't sound like just two cents. Don’t undersell yourself,” she quips.

He lets out a sardonic laugh. “I’m just saying… Live your life however you want, as long as you’re happy, Kaede. Besides, going to a nightclub does not have to mean you got to hook up with someone... You're just having fun on your own or with your friends, and there's nothing wrong about that.”

She tilts her head as a somber smile gleams on her face. His words somehow put her at ease. “You know, with words like that, how come you still don't have a girlfriend now?”

“Because saying things like that will bore the heck out of them,” he admits. “I didn't say those things to flirt with you. I’m just saying my piece to you as a friend.”

“I know, but some gals dig that type, you know? It's like when someone's disciplining them when they're being a bad—”

"Again with the dad kink thing," he whines, yet can’t help but laugh at her frankness.

“I'm kidding!” she insists. “Well, half-kidding. And you still didn't answer my question.”

He scoffs at her attempt to change the subject back. “Again, I don't have the time—”

“That’s bullshit,” she goads. “Didn't you remember what I said about you?”

“Well, it's true though,” he simply tells her, his energized tone slightly dropping.

She senses something else. He looks discouraged. “Did someone hurt you..? You don’t have to tell me… But it seems like you have something you want to get off your chest.” She stops for a second, considering that she has gotten ahead of herself. “Unless, I’m misreading the situation.”

“You’re not, Kaede-yah…” he lightens her up. “And besides, since I asked you a personal question first, the least I can do is answer yours.” Even with his deep voice, he begins to crack as he continues to speak. “But... I–uh, I guess, I wasn't honest enough with my ex. In a way, you can say that I hurt her instead. Instead of appreciating whatever we had, I messed it up. I thought I wasn’t good enough… So I guess you're not the only one who fell into their own insecurity. Mine ruined a relationship.” He sighs, doing his best to hide his more vulnerable side from his hoobae, but she’s already seen it through his clenched fists and heard the slight quivers in his voice.

Standing up from her seat, Kaede walks to him with her arms opened, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Such an action raises his heartbeat, reciprocating her heartfelt gesture, yet he feels more than comforted.

“I hope you find someone you will love," she murmurs next to his ear. “Once you sort out whatever has been keeping you from doing so, that is. You deserve to love and be loved like anyone else, oppa.”

“And I hope you find someone who’s willing to open their door to you, and love you in all your cute, wild, sexy, and funny sides. Someone who loves you for who you are," he requites. “I'm sure someone will, Kaede.”

Their passionate night wasn’t a romantic one, but they know and feel that it doesn’t have to be meaningless either. They’re friends who reunited after a few years, and that’s more than enough for them to reconnect again. Not the closest, but good friends nevertheless.

She chuckles, before letting out a sigh of relief. No tears came out from either of them, but their hearts felt at ease from each other’s embrace. Their bodies finally part after a few seconds. Kaede looks at him with a hopeful smile. “I didn’t know one-night stands can be emotional afterwards.”

She heads back to her seat. “Me too,” Junghoon concurs. “And it’s my first time too…”

“Geojitmal,” she scoffs with a teasing smile. “Last night was, no, were your first times?”

“I wasn’t finished,” he frowns for a moment. Kaede smirks in return. “I mean this was also my first time having an emotional one-night stand. At least in the morning after.”

“Whatever,” she chortles. “Come on now, we better finish up all this food you’ve cooked. And it sucks because this will be the only time I have anything better on my table that is not delivered outside.”

“You better start cooking on your own then,” he teases. “Unless you want to come visit our restaurant some other time, you’ll get the same, if not better, quality of food for a decent price.”

“Way to go promoting your workplace,” she teases, jabbing him lightly on the shoulder. “But of course, sunbae! Just tell me the name and address. I may even bring my friends there for lunch or dinner.”

After a moment of laughter and him sharing with Kaede the name of the restaurant he’s working at, Junghoon feels a buzzing from his phone on the table before he can pick up his spoon and chopsticks. The latest messages on his buddies’ group chat arise. While Kaede takes another healthy slurp of her ramen, he reads their ongoing exchanges.

[Kangmin]: What happened to your date? Yel, was it?

[Insoo]: The busty blonde? She and her friends just ditched us right as we outside.

[Honggi]: Or maybe she already lost interest in you because she heard you call her that.

[Insoo]: Whatever. That was her loss! I bet that's not even her real name.

[Honggi]: I told you we should've gone after someone else Like that short-haired one!

[Insoo]: As if any of us had the chance! That woman was insane and untouchable on the dance floor! She definitely has high standards.

[Kangmin]: Come on, guys. Don’t beat yourselves up.

[Honggi]: Coming from the one who got someone's number.

{I’m sure there’s always gonna be another night for y’all.}

[Honggi]: Junghoon-ah!We’re so sorry for leaving early, man. Insoo got us leaving ‘cause he thought he rizzed someone up.

[Insoo]: Don’t listen to him, man. It was Honggi’s idea. I actually thought of you before he went all down bad on some redhead. [Honggi]: Yah! I only went along with you 'cause she was friends with Yel. You're the one who's down bad.

{Gwenchana, guys ㅎㅎㅎ I’m just glad you guys got home safely.}

[Kangmin]: How ‘bout you, Jung-ah? Were you still in the club when we left?

{I did! I stayed there for a little while.} {I actually had a good time.} {I owe you guys one.}

Junghoon takes a glance at Kaede. She's also on her phone, scrolling through her social reels with a wide grin.

[Insoo]: See? Now, what did we tell you?

[Kangmin]: That’s great to hear, man! Anything interesting happened?

{Oh, nothing much.} {Well, actually, it was interesting.}

She looks at his face with curiosity, after seeing him chuckle while texting his friends. “Are those your friends right now?”

[Insoo]: Really? Come on, dude, spill those beans. [Honggi]: You’re killing us with this wait! [Insoo]: What happened to you?!

“They are,” he nods, unable to hide his smile. “And I gotta say, I guess I was kind of the 'lucky one' among us last night.”

[Kangmin]: Looks like we have a true winner after all! 🤝

[Honggi]: Don’t leave us hanging, man! ㅠㅠㅠ

“Oh yeah?” she giggles, before taking a piece of pork gyoza into her mouth with a look of curiosity at his remark. “How so?”

{Guys, just chill out! ㅋㅋㅋ} {I met up with an old friend.}

= = =

a/n: so, you finally made it through the end lol. you've either read the whole thing or skipped here. either way, thank you for reading my first fic. this definitely ended up a lot longer than I intended it to be, but it's here. I'll definitely do my best to improve my writing. have a nice day!

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This took way too long and I apologize but here it is. I initially had no idea what this trend was and had to google it, it seems like a pretty nsfw topic and anon didnt specify if it was for hyung line only or if they wanted the whole group, so this is ot10 suggestive

✨️xikers texts✨️: "nails over sweatpants trend"

Genre: Suggestive/Crack.

CW: Minjaes one got spicy waaay too quickly, some lowkey horniness from majority of them + i can't stop seeing hunter as someone who'd love clowning his s/o cause he thinks they're so cute.

A lot of sexual undertones in here despite there being no smut so for this one MINORS DNI.

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JUNG WOOYOUNG

i still hate you [m] [a]

CHOI JONGHO

sweetheart [m] [f] [a]

OT10/REACTIONS

reactions to xikers calling you cute [hyung] [maknae]

them accidentally confessing [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] fake texts

KIM MINJAE

there for you [f] [a]

i love you [f]

studio [m] [f]

spoiling you [f]

PARK JUNMIN

take care [f]

miss you [f]

CHOI SUMIN

jealousy [f] [s]

HAM JINSIK

seven minutes [f] [s]

CHOI HYUNWOO

award show [f]

KIM JUNGHOON

none yet

PARK SEEUN

convenience store [f]

sprained ankle [f]

JUNG YUJUN

boyfriend!yujun [f]

PARK HUNTER

late night dinner [f]

LEE YECHAN

protective bf [f]

[pandacherryblossoms]

♡⊹₊˚ Randomly Calling Boyfriend “Daddy” ₊˚⊹♡

Maknae Line

Suggestive Content.. MDNI 18+

Junghoon & Seeun -

Yujun -

Hunter & Yechan -

Hyung Line

[hannybun]

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

🎀 anon

(Sorry if this took a while to reply)

Xikers reaction to you asking “Just the tip”

Genre: 18+ (MDNI)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[arafilez]

⌗⠀⠀، XiKERS ⠀ ⠀⏤⠀⠀ ꒰ 싸이커스 ꒱ .

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KIM MINJAE

nothing yet !

PARK JUNMIN

nothing yet !

CHOI SUMIN

existence of night routines ( f, drabble, 0.4k ☁️ ) . your bf hates night routines so much

HAM JINSIK

nothing yet !

CHOI HYUNWOO

nothing yet !

KIM JUNGHOON

nothing yet !

PARK SEEUN

nothing yet !

JUNG YUJUN

nothing yet !

HUNTER

nothing yet !

LEE YECHAN

a letter ( f, drabble, 0.5k ) . a letter to your childhood bsf because you did something too stupid

after you read ( f, f2l, 0.6k ) . after you sent the letter telling you like him now it's your turn to ignore him

TRICK OR HIKE

tugged collar, shy hearts ( hyung . maknae ) . when you pull them by their collar and kiss them ( f, reaction )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ©ㅤㅤ(ㅤ arafilez ㅤ)

[wtfyangjungwon]

i'm currently having writers block so please send me shit to write please! i'm working on like 7 things at once and i'm still working on the enhypen series and i'm working on a park jisung fic. so please send me ideas so i can write little imagines or do most likely tos and so on!

key list :

smut

fluff

any

angst

here is who i write for!

ENHYPEN

jungwon ( any )

heeseung ( any )

sunoo ( any )

niki ( fluff & angst )

sunghoon ( any )

jake ( any )

jay ( any )

XIKERS

minjae ( fluff )

seeun ( fluff )

yechan ( fluff )

hunter ( fluff )

junmin ( fluff )

sumin ( fluff )

junghoon ( fluff )

jinsik ( fluff )

yujun ( fluff )

hyunwoo ( fluff )

ATEEZ

hongjoong ( any )

jongho ( any )

san ( any )

wooyoung ( any )

mingi ( any )

yeosang ( any )

seonghwa ( any )

yunho ( any )

RIIZE

wonbin ( any )

seunghan ( any )

sohee ( any )

shotaro ( any )

sungchan ( any )

eunseok ( any )

anton ( any ; smut - more so suggestive than full on smut , angst )

STRAY KIDS

bangchan ( any )

lee know ( any )

felix ( any )

jeongin ( any )

hyunjin ( any )

seungmin ( any )

han ( any )

changbin ( any )

NCT DREAM

jeno ( any )

jaemin ( any )

jisung ( any )

chenle ( any )

renjun ( any )

mark ( any )

haechan ( any )

ZEROBASEONE

hanbin ( any )

jiwoong ( any )

zhang hao ( any )

matthew ( any )

gyuvin ( any )

ricky ( any )

taerae ( any )

yujin ( fluff )

gunwook ( fluff )

I ALSO WRITE FOR NOAH SEBASTIAN FROM BAD OMENS TOO!

feel free to send in requests! i've been working and i have writers block and i need help with ideas and stuff so send in anything!

[yuniniverse]

welcome to yuniverse!

yuni ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

8teen | roady/atiny/moa/engene/multi | enfp | hunter/junghoon/wooyoung/mingi/hueningkai/beomgyu/riki biased ! | slightly ia because college sucks </3 | dm for taglist!!

GUIDELINES !!

ᡣ𐭩reposts/translations etc are not appreciated!!

ᡣ𐭩feel free to request anything but smut!!

ᡣ𐭩my writings are works of fiction only!!

yuniverse's works !!

txt masterlist

enhypen masterlist

xikers masterlist

series?!

unexpected to meet you - park sunghoon (coming soon)

love wins all - kim junghoon (coming soon)

i know i love you - hueningkai (coming soon)

[dollyji]

❨˖ ₊ ⊹ about the writer

dani or dolly, 22 years old, any pronouns, queer.

❨˖ ₊ ⊹ byf/dni

byf this is a smut account meaning it is 100% nsfw. i write what i want, when i want. i do not and will not tolerate hate, bullying, harassment or any form of negative asks. i firmly believe in matching energy. i write jisung smut. if you are uncomfortable with that, block his tags. this blog may contain hard kinks on occasion. read all warnings before proceeding to read a fic.

dni minors, racists, zionists, islamophobes, antisemitic, homophobes, transphobes, ageless or blank blogs. terfs, l*cas apologists, ot23s, bullies, antis.

❨˖ ₊ ⊹ about the blog

content on this blog will be nsfw. for mature audiences only. some content will contain hard kinks or content that may make some uncomfortable, including but not exclusive to: hybrids, omegaverse, stepcest, yandere, dubcon, etc. i will not tolerate any negativity or hatred toward me or my followers for this content. block and filter out keywords and tags if you don’t want to see that content. don’t like it, don’t read it.

❨˖ ₊ ⊹ frequently asked

01. when will you post xxx fic?

when i finish it! i frequently have writers block and new hyperfixations (i am neurodivergent, won’t disclose anything else) often. when i get the motivation to finish something, i will post it right away.

02. can i repost your fic if i give credits?

no!!! please do not repost my fics in any form other than a reblog directly from my account. i will not ever allow any reposts or alterations to my works either on tumblr or any other platform. if you see someone reposting my fics, please tell me. that is plagiarism. i do not consent to my fics being reposted.

03. which nct members do you write for?

at this time, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, yangyang, chenle, and jisung only.

04. i’m not 18, but i’m mature. can i follow?

no. under no circumstances can anyone under the age of 18 follow me. not allowed. you will be blocked.

05. what do you write?

i will write mostly anything that isn’t listed under my hard limits. this includes but is not limited to power dynamics, aus, kinks, etc. however i will only write fem or gender neutral reader for the most part.

06. what are your hard limits?

abuse to the reader, age play, illnesses or disorders, blood-related incest, exclusive m/m ships, race play, rape, scar, or vomit.

07. you said you don’t write m/m, but what about xxx fic?

i don’t write exclusive m/m ships. which means, dollyji will not have any jaemin x jeno fics, but in the case of a threesome or orgy you may see some m/m action. for example, in a jaemin x reader x jeno fic, jaemin and jeno might kiss while they’re tending to reader.

08. what groups do you stan? who is your bias?

i stan far too many groups to list them all here. but my current ults (other than nct) are omega x, &team (jpop), and xdinary heroes. my biases in those groups are junghoon (omega x), ej (&team), and gaon (xdinary heroes). if you are curious to know whether i stan a specific group or not, you can always send me an ask!