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[moonlightdreamzz]

HEATED KISSES — Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, and Jungwon ♡

You know, those times where the kisses get heated…

Heeseung

It started at the arcade the two of you went to, per your begging, where Heeseung couldn't seem to let you go anywhere without him lingering on your backside and burying his nose in the nape of your neck. You knew something was on his mind, because he usually did a good job of keeping himself composed around you especially in public, but you couldn't tell if he had just missed you a lot, had a bad day, or both. Even on the way home was his large hand gripped on the inside of your thigh, rubbing gentles circles while he pressed gentle kisses on your forehead.

You wanted to look in his eyes so badly, but the way you had been pooling all day due to his constant affection towards you, you knew you could easily lose control and the two of you hadn't taken things to that level yet. Neither of you wanted to feel like a piece of meat, and both of you wanted the other to know how serious you were about each other.

"Can Y/N come inside for a bit, hyung?" Heeseung asks sweetly. He's trying so hard to contain himself and keep his voice light, but all he could think about was placing you against the nearest surface and connecting his lips to yours.

"Yeah, but keep it down. Be back in 20 minutes." His manager playfully presses his point finger to your head and shoves gently, causing you to giggle.

Heeseung walked inside first, removing all the garments he wore to protect his identity, and you did the same. You weren't sure if the other boys were out or asleep, but the dorm was extremely quiet, leaving the two of you with some privacy.

You followed your boyfriend to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, not knowing exactly what to do or say because all you could feel was your heartbeat pulsating, and not just in your chest. It was almost as if Heeseung could hear it too, judging by the way his eyes were piercing into you. It was odd how you could always read him. While you didn't know before, you definitely knew now that his lingering touches were because he felt the exact same way you did.

He didn't speak but slowly began to walk towards you until his slim figure towered over you. Your eyes refused to leave each other, and you could feel his shaky breath screaming for release.

"I'm sorry, baby. There's just something about you today... I can't control myself. But I'm really trying."

It was adorable how disappointed in himself he sounded. You placed your hands on the bottom of his shirt, causing his breath to hitch. As you began rubbing near the belt of his jeans, his lips connected to yours in a kiss more intense than you had ever shared before.

Heeseung's lips were soft but insistent, moving against yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed tightly together. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

A soft moan escaped his lips, a sound so beautiful it made your knees weak. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as his hands found their way under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your waist. Every touch ignited a fire within you, making you crave more of him.

Heeseung's kisses trailed down your jawline to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured your name. The sensation was almost too much to bear, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arched into him, your hands exploring the contours of his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch.

His hips began to grind against yours, the friction driving you both to the brink of madness. You matched his pace, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in the moment. It felt as if fireworks were exploding inside you, each spark fueled by his touch and his taste.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Heeseung's hands slipped inside your shorts, while yours found their way into his jeans. The sensation was electric, and you both gasped at the intensity of the connection. His lips captured yours again, the kiss more urgent, more desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

His touch was driving you wild, and you felt as if you were about to explode from the sheer intensity of it all. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his phone began to ring.

He struggled to pull away from you, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with frustration. "It's been 20 minutes," he breathed out, still frazzled from your interaction. "I'm... I'm sorry, I know that we—"

You pressed a kiss to his lips once more, silencing him. "I love you, Heeseung. I'll text you when I get home."

Jake

“Do I look good? Hmm?” you asked, your voice tinged with playful curiosity. You can’t help but notice the intense way Jake is eyeing you, a dangerous glint in his gaze. He leans against the doorframe of the dressing room, arms crossed, as you try on the dresses he had meticulously picked out for you. Each outfit seems to draw his attention more, his eyes roaming over every detail, making your heart race.

He chuckles, and it warms your body that’s revealing itself little by little as you take off the last dress you were trying on in this store. “Good as hell, love.” He utters in a low voice, his aussie accent thick.

“Yeah?” You tease.

“Yeah.” He affirms.

You grab your jeans and attempt to put them on, until you feel Jake's cold fingertips stop you in your tracks. He steps closer, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension building between you, an electric charge in the air that's impossible to ignore.

"Jake..." you whisper, but your words are cut off as his lips crash into yours, urgent and demanding. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens.

Your hands tangle in his hair, and you can feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

The world outside the dressing room fades away as his lips move against yours, the kiss growing more heated by the second. His touch is everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You break apart just long enough to catch your breath, foreheads pressed together, the air thick with desire.

"Control yourself." you murmur, a teasing smile on your lips.

Jake's eyes darken with a smoldering intensity as he leans in for another kiss, his answer clear in the way he devours your lips with renewed passion.

“You make it impossible, being all sexy and shit like that.”

Sunghoon

"So you're telling me you don't see that?" Niki whispers to you quietly, a sly smirk on his face.

The "that" he was referring to was Sunghoon allegedly staring at you from across the room, with what Niki described as a look that could best be described as "pure hatred" towards your playful interaction. The moment you turn around to look at Sunghoon, because you never were the type to back down from him, you think he's going to turn away in shame, but he doesn't. He holds your gaze, unflinching.

"Go ahead and lie. Say you don't see it," Niki emphasizes. This snaps you out of your trance, causing you to whip your head back to him.

"Sunghoon could care less about me and what I'm doing," you utter. "Sometimes I wonder if he even likes me."

You don't mean it. You don't think? He could just be too... cool when it came to you sometimes. So much so that you had to double-check with the members to see if he even liked you for real. You weren't flirting with Niki by any means, but you'd be lying if you said Sunghoon's seemingly angry glare didn’t make you feel…good.

"Uh oh," Niki mutters, swiftly walking away from you.

Before you can even turn to see why he pulled a disappearing act on you, you feel Sunghoon's hand grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling you down the hall to the bathroom. He shuts the door swiftly before backing you into it, his eyes burning with intensity.

Without a word, he presses his lips to yours in a jealous rage. The kiss is fierce, filled with a possessiveness you've never felt from him before. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the raw emotion in his touch.

"Sunghoon," you manage to gasp between kisses, but he silences you with another searing kiss, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that takes your breath away.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his voice low and rough. "I care more than you think. And I don't want to see you with anyone else." He breathes out. “So stop.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his words sink in. You reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair, and pull him back down for another kiss, this one softer but no less intense. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he's afraid to let go.

In that moment, all your doubts and insecurities melt away, leaving only the heat of the kiss and the undeniable truth of Sunghoon's feelings for you.

Jungwon

You and Jungwon's drunken giggles filled your apartment as you both struggled to stay upright, stumbling and swaying with each step.

"How did we let this happen?" he wheezes, collapsing to the ground just as you did a few seconds ago-the cause of your seemingly unstoppable laughter in the first place.

"I give up," you sigh, letting yourself drop beside him, nuzzling into the side of his neck. His body melts into yours instantly, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

Your eyes are mere inches apart, and his dimple appears, his eyes conveying his love for you without needing to speak a word.

Both of you had always been so shy with each other, but the alcohol in your systems had dissolved those barriers.

"I want to kiss you," he utters softly, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a surge of affection. You tilt your head slightly, and as your lips meet his, what starts as a tender, hesitant kiss quickly ignites into something more intense. The world around you fades away as the kiss deepens, a spark of electricity passing between you.

His hand moves to cradle your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before sliding into your hair. Your own hands find their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your touch. His lips press harder against yours, parting slightly to invite a deeper connection. You respond eagerly, your tongues meeting in a passionate dance that sends waves of heat through your body.

Jungwon's other hand slides down to your waist, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between you. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and the sensation is intoxicating. Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, committing every detail to memory as the kiss continues, each moment more fervent than the last.

When you finally pull away to catch your breath, his eyes remain locked on yours, dark and filled with desire. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily, the air charged with the intensity of the moment.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice husky and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with the undeniable truth of your feelings.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your laughter and the warmth of each other's embrace, you realize that this love, so long unspoken, has finally found its voice in the most beautiful way.

[kairoot]

FIRSTS W/ HEESEUNG !

⟢ pairing : heeseung x reader ➖ genre : fluff, suggestive ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around, mentions of being tipsy ➖ wc: 755

FIRST DATE — on your first date, heeseung was pretty nervous cause he wanted to make a good first impression but he tried to act cool. (and the cool act worked.) it started with subtle conversation and he didn’t even mean for you to take what he was saying as a way of asking you out. but boy, was he proud of himself. he was very flirty, but a gentleman during your date and would only ask you what you wanted to do, making sure you were comfortable at all times.

“you know, i’d really like to visit that new amusement park sometime.”

“why don’t we go?” you said, nudging him gently.

“oh, well, i-“

“c’mon it’ll be fun!”

so in reality, you asked him out first but it was worth it. he won you a few prizes and one big panda plushie. (i should make a more detailed hc about this.)

HOLDING HANDS — it was on your first date actually! hee wanted to make sure you were safe and close to him since the amusement park was PACKED. he inched closer to you while you were walking and subtly slipped his hand into yours. his fingers intertwined with yours tightly, pulling you closer to his side.

FIRST KISS — it was a New Year’s party you guys attended. you both had a bit too much to drink. you were all over eachother on the sofa, his arm wrapped around you and your body leaning into his chest. it was all just smiles and giggles until you both got a bit too close and couldn’t back away. heeseung couldn’t stop looking at your lips and you caught onto his gaze, your very tipsy mind still being able to see his intentions. eventually, his pouty lips were on yours, placing a wet kiss against them. your lips moved in sync until you gently pushed him away to breathe and before anything got too heated.

“i-i’m sorry, i-“

“no, no, i just couldn’t breathe,” you giggled, gripping his arm.

“c’mon, let’s take an Uber to my place. or yours, i really don’t care.”

FIRST ‘I LOVE YOU’ — you guys were FaceTiming when heeseung accidentally ended the call with a ‘love you’. he quickly called back with his face and ears all red, apologizing. it took you by surprise but you were smiling at how flustered he got because, well, he took himself by surprise.

“i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s okay, hee. i love you too, baby.” you giggled, a smile forming on his face.

he gave you a few compliments and couldn’t stop saying ‘i love you’ but eventually said his goodnights and hung up again.

FIRST FIGHT — you and heeseung try not to buttheads but every couple has fights whether they’re healthy or not. you both have definitely had your share. your first fight occurred when you had invited heeseung to your house and he didn’t arrive at the time he said he would. which of course, you got worried. the man wasn’t answering your calls or texts and it was getting unbelievably late. when he finally did arrive, he smelled of alcohol and sweat.

“heeseung, where have you been?! i’ve called, i’ve texted, heck- i nearly emailed!”

he walked over toward you after locking the door, softly grabbing your wrists.

“i was out, baby, i-“

“out where? cause you smell like you had a butt load of soju.”

heeseung was definitely not aware of the dilemma or how worried you were.

his face softened and his smile fell. he saw the small bags under your eyes; seeing as it was late, you didn’t sleep at all, wanting to know where in the world your boyfriend could be.

“i know. after work, i went out with the guys and i completely forgot to tell you that i would be late, i’m sorry.”

you sighed, shaking your head.

“heeseung, you have a girlfriend now. you can’t just forget to tell me these things.”

FIRST ANNIVERSARY — heeseung took you to multiple places during the day of your anniversary. a bakery, art class, you name it. but at night, you both stayed in his apartment. he set you both up with a movie and a bunch of snacks that were definitely not good for either of you. you even went outside to stargaze for a little bit, along with him making cheesy pick-up lines about you and the stars. you both went back in eventually, pulling an all-nighter with tons of games and more movies.

★ ★ ★

milan’s note: can you tell i’m in my heeseung era

TAGLIST: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @jungwonderz — message or comment to be added

[ktt-nz]

I wanna start writing fanfics for my K-pop girlies of color 👀 I noticed there’s a drought around these parts

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𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 (?) ・❥・

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: ̗̀➛ Jay Sunghoon Jake Heeseung Sunoo Ni-Ki Jungwon

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[pocminiseries]

When He Comes|3

3|Hold Me ♡

The bathroom was foggy and heated as Julianna stared back at her reflection. Her skin glistened under the light as she stood in nothing but a white fluffy robe Jaehyun had left out for her.

She was tired, it was evident in her face. But not just from the lack of sleep but from life in general. All she wanted to do was to get away for a while to ease her mind and not think for once. To maybe feel some type of peace if she could.

Not even in her dreams she had that type of pleasure.

Shit, maybe she just needed to get some good dick to fuck her worries away, even if it was only a temporary fix. Either way, lord knows she's been craving it for weeks. Her body desired to be catered to. Maybe then the peaceful sleep she's been wanting would actually happen.

Shaking her head, Julianna began to wonder if her sister was even worried about her. If maybe she was out looking for her.

"Yeah right." Julianna snorted, pushing away from the sink. It wouldn't even surprise her if Adonis told her not to even bother. But then again, he didn't want Julianna to go anywhere either. He liked how he had control over every part of Mia's life and was slowly trying to do the same with her.

God, she couldn't stand him.

Reaching up, she removed the towel she had wrapped around her braids, letting them fall freely around her face. "I like your hair like that." Spoke a voice from seemingly out of nowhere. Julianna visibly jumped when she heard it because she didn't realize she was no longer alone.

Looking behind her, she watched Jaehyun step inside the bathroom, making his presence known. "How long have you been there?"

Releasing a low chuckle, Jaehyun grinned showcasing those dimples of his. "Don't worry, I wasn't watching you. I just came in to check on you." He reassures her, sensing that she was still a bit nervous around him which he understood completely. "I left you some undergarments and PJs on the bed. They should be your correct size."

Folding her arms under her breast, she stared back at him with slightly narrowing eyes. "And how do you know my size?"

Jaehyun remained silent as he took his time to look her over from head to toe before meeting her accusing gaze. "By looking at you." He states rather bluntly. "You can change and meet me in the kitchen or keep on the robe, whatever makes you comfortable." He encourages then disappears back into the darkened bedroom, leaving Julianna alone once more.

Licking her lips, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. She couldn't pinpoint it but there was just something so mysterious about him. She knew nothing about him other than his first name and that he clearly had money but that was it. No last name. No information about what he does. Who he was. Where he was from...nothing.

Yet here she was alone in his condo with no phone or personal information of her own on her. How fuckin dumb could she be?

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom which she assumed was his because it smelled just like him, Julianna chose to stay in her robe for now and made her way towards his kitchen as he instructed.

Jaehyun's place was nice and...manly. It seemed cozy but definitely brand new as if he had just moved in not long ago. "Here, drink this. You'll need it." He advises, placing a steaming cup in front of her. "And no I didn't put anything in it, you have my word." He adds, seeing her open her mouth to ask.

She playfully rolled her eyes but picked up the cup and gave it a quick sip, ignoring the burn to her tongue. "What is this? It tastes different but sweet." She comments before taking another sip, loving how warm it was going down her throat.

Leaning on his forearms against the counter across from her, Jaehyun smiled as she sipped on his one of his favorite drinks. "Chamomile tea with extra honey. It'll help relax you and sleep better. You seem like you could use some good rest."

"I looked that bad huh?" Julianna chuckles softly, placing her almost empty cup back down.

Jaehyun shook his head. "Physically no, you don't. However, your body language is screaming for you to relax." He reveals to her. From the night at the park where he had first seen her high as a kite to spotting her again standing soaking wet with nothing on her, he could tell she was trying to run from something. Something that always seemed to leave her restless.

And for some reason, he wanted to help with that...and with whatever else Julianna may need. He just had to be smart about it.

"Why were you there that night I saw you at the park?" Julianna suddenly blurts out, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

"I was there on family business." He answered simply. Keeping his response short and vague but of course that wasn't enough for her.

"Are you a drug dealer?"

Tilting his head slightly to the left, he eyed her curiously. "Why would you think that?"

"Honestly? You seem like one. The clothes. The car. The money that you clearly have. Plus you were in the middle of the hood that we both know you've never lived in." Julianna lists off, seeing no point in beating around the bush, She was determined to get answers before the night was over with.

Looking off to the side for a bit, Jaehyun stared back at Julianna for a good ten seconds. "A little bit but not quite. I was there as a favor for my father. He's an...entrepreneur of some sort and from time to time I help him out on the business side of things."

"Are you a drug lord?"

"No, but my father is...kinda."

Julianna eyed him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. "Right. So what exactly do you do?"

Jaehyun could only smirk at the beautiful woman in front of him. He loved how she wasn't afraid to ask him anything. He enjoyed it. "To put in simple words...when there is a problem, I come and fix it."

"Fix it how Jaehyun?"

"I like that." He professes, eyes darkening as he stared back at her. "Say my name again."

"Jaehyun." Julianna quickly obliges watching him closely.

"I give them a warning..."

"And if they don't do what is expected?"

"They die." He says truthfully. Seeing no point in hiding what was obvious.

"By your hands?"

Leaning up to his full height, Jaehyun crossed his arms over his chest. "Sometimes...yes. Does that bother you?"

Downing the rest of her tea, Julianna pushed the now empty cup back towards him while wiping her mouth clean. "No. I'm used to living amongst killers." She confesses, thinking of one in particular.

"Is that why you didn't want to go back home?"

Placing her chin into the palm of her hand, her eyes teared away from his and onto his sleek countertops. "Yes. And it's not my home. It's just a place where i lay my head from time to time." She briefly explains, lowkey hating how she literally had no place of her own like she wanted.

"I see. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you like. I'm barely here as I'm sure you've noticed." Jaehyun states, noticing the way she paid attention to not only him but her surroundings as well.

"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me." She may have sounded a bit irritated but it wasn't Julianna's intention. She was just weary of a stranger's kindness. She wasn't used to it.

"Because as I told you before Julianna, I'm here to be whatever you need me to be. That's solely up to you as to what that may be." Jaehyun voices, going back to the night they first met at the park. She clearly needed someone and he was willing to fill that void for her.

Julianna smirked a little at that. She could probably use him for a lot of things but that wasn't who she was.

Instead, she asked him something that sounded so foreign leaving her mouth. "If I asked you to fuck me, you would?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If you wouldn't mind cumming on my tongue and my dick..." He informs her in the most silken tone Julianna had ever heard.

Standing to her feet, Julianna could feel her pussy throb with need with what she just heard...however, she wasn't ready to cross that road just yet. "That sounds tempting but for now, can you hold me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Jaehyun nods, following close behind Julianna as she made her way towards his bedroom. It was still dark, with the only light coming from the bathroom until he turned it off and closed the door.

Removing her robe, Julianna pulled back the comforter and slid underneath, with Jaehyun doing the same. Pulling her close to him, Jaehyun wrapped his arms tightly around her, leaving no space between them as he lay behind her. She felt nice in his embrace and her quiet sniffles didn't go unnoticed.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, he placed soft kisses along her skin until he felt her relax against him. And although she didn't know him, she had no clue she was in the safest place she had ever been.

[pockpop]

hi (╭☞ ͡ ͡°͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)╭☞

I remember I made this blog solely for comfort, an escape through one of the darkest times in my life, and also a place to throw all my hyperfixations. I did this also to fill a hole i felt missing in the kpop space.

It truly started off of my stray kids discovery back in 2018(oh god it feels so long ago now!) and nct!

And now in a few months, I’ll be seeing Stray Kids live for the first time. It feels surreal haha

I should’ve used this blog through the dark times in my life that followed after 2018 but I ran away instead :(

I hope I can make a return, it’s something I miss truly and now a whole bachelors degree in creative writing later, I seriously can’t believe some of the things I’ve written on here.

Maybe I’ll reimagine them? Take a new spin on things? Who knows (∩｀-´)⊃━━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

[linos-luna]

Hush ❣️

Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, groping, sex

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Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. It was early in the morning when his housemate, Chan, had come home and was in the next room. Last night he was at the studio, working himself to exhaustion. But now he’s here.

So what was the problem? Well you were being intimate with your boyfriend. You were on his lap, his hard cock deep in your cunt. Jeongin was laying down, holding onto your thighs then ass as he moved you. But when hearing the front door, you froze.

“Shit… I thought… you said—…” you whispered, trying to keep your breathing down.

“He’ll leave soon.” Jeongin whispered back causally. “Keep going baby… you look so hot right now.”

Small whimpers escaped your lips as you moved again. It was slow and you did your absolute best to keep quiet. But it must’ve been too slow for your boyfriend because he decided to thrust up.

“J-Jeon— agh~” This elicited a moan to escape your lips and your cheeks went red. You looked down at jeongin, only to see your boyfriend smiling devilishly at you while tapping his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion.

Slowly you moved your hand to cover your mouth and Jeongin started thrusting up again. It was hard to keep quiet and your eyes rolled back as you held your mouth. Moans and gasps suppressed.

‘When is he leaving??’ You thought to yourself.

Chan was grabbing his keys and a soda from the fridge. You knew he was leaving soon but it felt like he was taking forever!

“Shhh~” Jeongin whispered in a teasing tone as a muffled moan escaped you. “Wouldn’t want Channie to hear you now, hm?”

“Mm—mm— mm—” It was hard to think straight as he hit that sweet spot multiple times but you managed to shake your head.

Your thighs trembled as you now moved yourself and gasps covered by your hand.

“Such a good girl~” he whispered while holding your waist then using one hand to gently massage your breast. “Keep going~”

That sweet release was so close and you felt yourself clenching around him it as you moved feverishly.

Finally, he left. There was silence in the front room. The front door closed and the clicking of the lock could be heard. Jeongin grunted as he thrusted up and you let go of your mouth. “Such a good girl! Fuck—… you’re so good~”

“A-ah— j-Jeongin—! I-I—“ you moaned loudly, no longer caring about the volume. “I-I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum—!” You gasped aloud.

“I know.” He smirked. “Let go now. Let go for me.”

As if on command you came. And you came hard. It left you panting and eyes glassy.

Jeongin was pretty satisfied and careful not to move just in case you were too overstimulated. “Good job, baby. Let’s rest now, okay?”

[2cupids]

warnings! camgirl!reader, use of a d.ildo, m.asturbation (f & m), reader tastes herself. mdni (17+).

length. 1.2k+

bachelor!jaemin who works a physically demanding blue collar job that leaves him feeling empty and soulless almost every, single day. and as good as the money is, he finds himself growing more and more tired of the same lackluster routine each day.

he chooses to relieve the stress caused by his job by blowing off steam at the gym, having a drink at the bar at one of the nearby restaurants, or simply just spending a quiet evening unwinding with his favorite meal as he sits back on the couch and appreciates the view of the city from his high rise apartment, occasionally even snapping a picture with his camera.

though he would have to say his ideal choice of relief at the end of a long day is when he gets to return home on the days you stream. the excitement that flows through his veins as he logs into the website and waits for your stream to start precisely at six o’clock is unmatched.

apart from your charming personality, pretty face, and lovely body of course, he was drawn to your creativity and dedication with every cosplay or costume you dressed up in, even noting the small details you would add to your makeup to really bring the outfit together. it was cute. honestly, he found everything you do cute, borderline adorable if he had to admit it.

he sits behind the computer screen with a smile on his face, typing his response anonymously behind his username as you talk to him and the other viewers with that bright look in your eye that could brighten even his gloomiest day. you recognize his user as one of your top viewers as you read his comment about how he finds the little bunny costume you have on today incredibly cute and you blow him a kiss.

right as he’s about to send you his second tip of the stream, another viewer beats him to it, tipping you and asking for a three-sixty of the outfit and you kindly oblige. jaemin leans back into the soft leather of the chair as he watches you do a slow turn for the camera to show off the costume. between your tits, hips, thighs, and ass, he doesn’t know where to look as his eyes roam over every visible part of you and he can’t but wonder how you could be anymore perfect in his eyes. “..damn,” he murmurs quietly, as he squeezes his dick underneath the computer table, feeling his jeans become a little tighter.

eventually, you get to the part of your stream that all your horny viewers are waiting for where you’re driving a big, fat, plastic dildo into your sticky core as your legs are spread nice and wide for the camera. your moans fill the expanse of the room as they filter through the speakers over into jaemin’s side, causing an intimate feel to permeate throughout the room.

jaemin’s rough, calloused hand glides effortlessly up and down his lubricated cock, wrapped tightly around his thick shaft like a makeshift vice. tips and comments continue to flow into the chatroom and you try your best to read each one, your breathy voice sending a shiver down his spine.

it almost feels like he’s on facetime masturbating with you by the way your heavy lidded eyes gaze into the camera seductively as you play with your pussy. jaemin’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip while he watches the juices that coat the toy you’re fucking youself with as it glistens under the bright lights of your set up. all he can think about is how much he wishes he could take the place of that stupid dildo, and how much better he could make you feel instead of a piece of plastic. you deserve it. not to mention how he imagines just how crazy tight pussy clenching around him would feel, sucking him in deeper and deeper into your warm, gummy walls.

he teases the head of his dick, smearing the oozing precum around his sensitive slit as his hips jerk into his hand from the stimulation and a thick moan leaves his lips. your soft voice reaches his ears again as you start to talk to the audience again. now your other perfectly manicured hand is stuck between your legs rubbing your clit as you pant with teary eyes. “oh my gosh. shit..,” you whimper. “let’s– uhmmp– let’s cum together.”

that soft, shaky voice of yours triggers something inside of him and he leans his head back against the head rest as he continues to watch you, now furiously fisting his cock as if your words were a command and he’s determined to obey them. your sweet sounds get louder as your face screws up in pleasure as you get even closer.

deep grunts originate from jaemin’s core and a thin layer of sweat covers his forehead. his body trembles slightly as his chest heaves until he suddenly freezes. his eyes close as orgasmic bliss fills his entire body, his heavy balls contracting as his cum spills from his dickhead and onto his hand. your voice pitches up in volume as your orgasm rushes over you as well, your release creating a shiny film on the sex toy as you cum all over it.

you quietly catch your breath as the comments continue to go wild and the sound of laughter is pushed out of your chest as you read them. reaching for a tissue to clean himself up, he glances up at the screen upon hearing your laugh and he can’t but smile yet again at your adorable little laugh, only to have that pleasant sound silenced a few seconds later as your lips wrap around the girthy toy, slobbering on it before moving to drag your tongue along it to taste yourself and jaemin’s dick starts to come to life again while he watches you.

after cleaning himself up, he leans forward to send another donation and to send a comment praising your performance. it’s nearly impossible to miss the way your eyes lingers on the camera as you read the compliment and thank him. it’s as if you know it’s him and you’re staring into his soul with those big, pretty eyes of yours.

jaemin stays until the end of your stream like always and keeps tipping random amounts of money at anything he finds cute that you do or more sexual acts you perform. time seems to fly and just like that, you’re already starting to bid your goodbyes to your viewers, making sure to give an additional shout out and thanks to your top viewers like you usually do.

“and lastly, a special thanks to 0813kitten,” you read off jaemin’s user and throw him a flirty wink. “see you gentlemen on sunday. like i always say, don’t jack off without me, but if you must, make sure to be thinking of your favorite model.. goodnight!” with one more wave to the camera, you click off your stream and finish it up for the night. jaemin looks at the dark square where you were just a mere few seconds ago and sighs deeply, already counting down the time until he can see you again.

god, what a hold you have on him.

tagging <3 @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. girl why this kinda ass but anyways, thank you for reading lol. feedback is appreciated!

[moonlightdreamzz]

baby … it’s that time of the month! — enhypen 🌷͙֒ᰔ

summary. you started your period this morning and your boyfriend is here to save the day. genre. fluff, a little crack, with slight smut (mentions of period sex) themes. established!relationship. author’s note. period’s suck. #motionkiller.

[kairoot]

ateez’s little pirates !

꒰ pairing: ateez x poc!reader

꒰ synopsis: ateez’s kids and their bios | obviously these photos DO NOT belong to me, they were just placed for example and cause I thought they were so adorable 💔💔 this is all fiction.

꒰ ateez as dads masterlist

☆. hongjoong. — nelani & aidan

nelani 𑁍 — 2 yrs

full name: nelani ayana kim

korean name: kim nabi [ 김나비 ]

nickname(s): nabi, nana, lani, mini hong, etc.

birthdate: july 15

birth time: 3:05 pm

birthplace: houston, texas, usa

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean , [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about nelani.

nelani is the first born obviously 😽

she’s a daddy’s girl 100% but still loves you

she was born in the middle of ateez’s tour actually..

but good thing it was a day they didn’t have a show

hongjoong had brought you along because he did not want you by yourself with a baby that would pop out at any moment

she’s a very lively girl

loves bubbles (don’t know where she got that from..)

joong made songs dedicated to her when she was born

she absolutely loves dancing

likes painting

aidan ♬ — 8 months

full name: aidan kim/kim aidan

korean name: kim hyeonjun [ 김현준 ]

nickname(s): ai, den-den (made by nelani)

birthdate: april 7

birth time: 6:37 pm

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [your language ]

facts about aidan.

aidan is a very calm baby

nelani is way more hyper than him, even when she was a baby

your pregnancy and delivery with him was easier as well

he loves dancing

joong takes him to the studio sometimes

aidan actually loves music a lot

whenever he hears it or someone starts singing to him, he starts movingn

☆. seonghwa. — samara

samara ✿ — 9 months

full name: samara rose park

korean name: park saeyoung

nickname(s): mari, mars (2), etc.

birthdate: march 21

birth time: 9:26 pm

birthplace: [ your birthplace ]

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about samara.

samara and her dad are literal best friends

you gave birth to her while visiting family

seonghwa named her

during your pregnancy, he would stress over names because he wanted the perfect one for her

you would literally wake up to him writing in a notepad at 2 am 😭

she’s his little helper in the kitchen

she loves eating

☆. yunho. — dylan

dylan ᯐ — 2 yrs

full name: dylan jeong

korean name: jeong yujin

nickname(s): dj, yuyu

birthdate: august 4

birth time: 10:06 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about dylan.

tbh dylan is a little more of a mama’s boy but he still loves his parents equally

yunho loves playing with him whether it’s outside, inside with his toys or reading to him before bed

dylan is a quiet kid usually

but once he’s used to someone, he’s really giggly and has a warm personality like his dad

(tbh i can see yunho having way more kids than this but..)

☆. yeosang. — elaina

elaina ღ — 6 months

full name: elaina avery kang

korean name: kang dayeon

nickname(s): el, lailai (wooyoung created this)

birthdate: june 8

birth time: 7:17 pm

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about elaina.

elaina’s a pretty quiet baby

she’s been very close to you since birth but she absolutely loves yeosang

he still gets a bit nervous because it’s his first time

but he still loves her so much

she falls asleep on yeosang all the time and loves cuddling

☆. san. — august ‘auggie’

auggie ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: august anthony choi

korean name: choi haneul

nickname(s): auggie, bubba, etc.

birthdate: august 10

birth time: 11:37 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about auggie.

his first name is august but everyone just calls him auggie (mostly did this because i couldn’t decide between august and auggie for a real first name)

absolutely loves his dad — you too of course

atinys adore auggie

san came up with auggie’s name because of his birth month and it’s meaning

auggie can be a sneaky baby

he’s on san’s hip all day, 24/7

☆. mingi. — jasmine

jasmine ₊˚ — 2 yrs

full name: jasmine mae song

korean name: song jina

nickname(s): jas, jj, princess

birthdate: may 27

birth time: 10:06 pm

birthplace: busan, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jasmine.

she’s a daddy’s girl 100%

she’s an exact replica of her dad; his personality, looks, etc.

jasmine isn’t really hyper but she isn’t calm either

lovessss cuddling with mingi

she likes nature

☆. wooyoung. — maria

maria ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: maria areum jung

korean name: jung areum

nickname(s): marie, mo, mookie-pookie (bruh idk i found it on Google)

birthdate: december 16

birth time: 8:06 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about maria.

silly girl just like her dad (no she’s just like woo down to the BONE)

she never likes to go to bed which is a struggle for you and woo

early bird

she’s very hyper

takes her awhile to get used to people she doesn’t know

☆. jongho. — jun

jun ✧ — 9 months

full name: choi seo-jun (최서준)

nickname(s): jun, juju, junie

birthdate: july 19

birth time: 6:08 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jun.

jun and jongho are quite literally inseparable

he lovesss watching whatever his dad is watching, doing whatever he’s doing, etc.

he’s a good balance between hyper and calm

likes sports like jongho, even if he is too young to comprehend it

jongho named him

[kathaelipwse]

Dancing in the Moonlight | H.Hyunjin

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers

Synopsis: A late-night walk through the quiet city turns into something more when Hyunjin, ever the romantic, asks you to dance under the streetlights. As music drifts from a nearby café, confessions slip through the cracks of a long-time friendship—changing everything in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Warnings: Fluff and more FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.3K

Authors Note: Hyunjin as the bsf to lover trope- ahh I dunno this has my heart lmao-

The city breathed differently at night. It exhaled the day's anxieties, replacing them with a hushed, almost reverent calm. The harsh lines of buildings softened, streetlights cast a warm, forgiving glow, and the air carried the faintest scent of jasmine from hidden gardens. You walked beside Hyunjin, the silence between you a comfortable, familiar language.

Your hands, tucked deep into the oversized sleeves of your favorite hoodie, occasionally brushed against his. It was a fleeting, almost accidental touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine each time. Hyunjin, his hair tousled by the evening breeze, seemed lost in his own thoughts, his hands buried in his pockets.

“I can’t believe we’ve been walking for hours,” you mused, tilting your head up to look at him. The streetlights painted his profile in a soft, golden light, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips.

Hyunjin grinned, glancing down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Regretting it?”

“No,” you answered too quickly, then bit your lip, a blush warming your cheeks. “I like nights like this.”

He hummed in agreement, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. “Me too.”

That was the thing about Hyunjin. Being with him was effortless. There were no awkward pauses, no forced laughter. Just the comforting silence of shared history, the unspoken understanding that came from years of friendship. Best friends, since childhood. That's what you were.

Or, at least, that’s what you had always told yourself.

You remembered the day you met. You were both awkward, lanky kids, new to the neighborhood, and he had offered you a half-eaten bag of chips, a gesture of unexpected kindness that had blossomed into an unbreakable bond. You had shared secrets whispered under starry skies, dreams sketched on crumpled notebooks, and the bittersweet ache of first heartbreaks.

But somewhere along the way, the lines had blurred. The laughter felt a little lighter, the touches lingered a little longer, and the late-night talks turned into confessions whispered in the dark.

“Wait,” Hyunjin suddenly stopped walking, and you nearly stumbled, your thoughts interrupted.

“What?” you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

He held up a finger, listening intently. “Do you hear that?”

Frowning, you focused. The faint melody of a song drifted from a cafe a few meters away. It was a slow, romantic tune, a melancholic piano melody overlaid with a soft, breathy vocal. You gave him a questioning look. “Yeah…?”

A mischievous grin spread across his lips, transforming his features. “Dance with me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “What?”

“Dance with me,” he repeated, already reaching for your hand, his fingers warm and strong against yours.

“In the middle of the street?!” you exclaimed, glancing around the empty street.

“Why not?” He chuckled, his fingers lacing with yours, effortlessly pulling you closer. “No one’s here but us.”

Your heart stuttered, a fluttery, anxious thing trapped in your chest. But you let him guide you anyway. Because that’s what you always did—let yourself be swept away by Hyunjin’s spontaneity, his infectious energy, his unwavering confidence.

He placed one hand on your waist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you, and suddenly, you were swaying, feet moving in sync to the distant music. The world around you blurred, the city lights fading into a hazy backdrop. There was only him—the warmth of his palm against your skin, the soft pull of his touch, the way his eyes shone under the streetlights, reflecting the moonlight.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, trying to sound exasperated, but your voice betrayed you, tinged with affection.

Hyunjin smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But you love me anyway.”

Your breath hitched. He said it so easily, so playfully, like it meant nothing. Like it wasn’t the exact thing that had been haunting your thoughts for months.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes to hide the way your pulse quickened. “Debatable.”

“Liar.” He twirled you suddenly, catching you off guard, and a laugh bubbled from your lips before you could stop it.

You hated how effortlessly he could do this—make your heart race, make you forget where the line between friendship and something more even existed. You weren’t sure when it started, this feeling. Maybe it had always been there, a seed planted in the fertile ground of your friendship, nurtured by shared laughter and whispered secrets. Or maybe it was a more recent bloom, a sudden realization that the boy you had known for so long had become a man who made your heart ache with longing.

You remembered a time in high school, during a particularly chaotic party, when you had found yourself alone with Hyunjin on the rooftop. The city lights had spread out beneath you like a glittering carpet, and the air had been thick with unspoken words. He had looked at you then, his eyes filled with a tenderness that had made your breath catch in your throat. But then, he had laughed, a nervous, self-deprecating laugh, and the moment had passed, leaving you with a lingering sense of what could have been.

And now, with his hand in yours, with the city quiet around you, with your heart screaming at you to say something, to do something—it became impossible to ignore.

Then, mid-spin, he whispered it, his voice barely audible above the music.

"I think I’m in love with you."

You froze, your feet rooted to the spot.

The words hung in the air, fragile and weightless, like a snowflake about to melt on your tongue. The music seemed to fade away, the city lights dimming, leaving you in a bubble of stunned silence.

Your feet stopped moving, but Hyunjin didn’t let go. His grip on your hand tightened, his expression unreadable, a mix of vulnerability and raw honesty. His eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, burned with something raw, something real.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain refused to process the moment, refused to believe it was real. Hyunjin was your best friend. He wasn’t supposed to say things like that. He wasn’t supposed to make your heart feel like it was about to burst.

“Y-you…” You swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “You mean that?”

A soft chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to say it until now.”

Your chest ached, emotions crashing into you all at once. Part of you wanted to scream, You’re an idiot. I’ve been in love with you too. But another part of you—the scared part—wondered what would happen next. If things would change. If you’d lose him.

Hyunjin, always so perceptive, must’ve seen the hesitation in your eyes, because he exhaled softly and stepped closer, his free hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, reassuring.

“I don’t need an answer right now,” he said gently. “I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

Your breath wavered. “Hyunjin…”

“Just…” His forehead rested against yours, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me if there’s even the slightest chance you feel the same.”

Your heart clenched, a painful, beautiful ache. “You idiot,” you whispered back, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Of course I do.”

He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes, his expression a mix of hope and disbelief. “Yeah?”

A breathless laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

And then he was smiling—grinning, actually—like you had just given him the entire universe. Before you could overthink it, before your fear could take over, you lifted yourself onto your toes and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

Hyunjin blinked, startled. “Did you just—?”

“Yes,” you cut in, flustered, your cheeks burning. “Shut up.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the empty street, a joyful, unrestrained sound that made your heart soar. And without warning, he pulled you into the tightest hug, lifting you off the ground just slightly. You yelped, clinging onto him as he spun you around, the both of you laughing like kids.

When he finally set you down, his hands still rested on your waist, his forehead pressed against yours once more. His smile softened, his voice dropping to something impossibly tender. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your entire body, a warmth that had nothing to do with the night air. “Then do it.”

Hyunjin didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head slightly, closing the small gap between you, and then—his lips brushed against yours, soft and hesitant at first, like he was savoring the moment, testing the waters. But when you melted into him, when your fingers curled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, he deepened the kiss, pouring every unspoken word, every hidden feeling into it.

The kiss was a revelation. It was a culmination of years of friendship, a release of pent-up emotions, a declaration of love whispered in the language of touch. It was tender, passionate, and utterly breathtaking. You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, a sense of falling, not into an abyss, but into something safe, something real.

The city around you faded away, the distant music becoming a soft, romantic soundtrack to your shared moment. All that remained was the two of you, standing under the warm glow of the streetlights, the world holding its breath.

When he finally pulled away, his lips just barely ghosting over yours, he grinned, a wide, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. “You’re mine now.”

You chuckled, nudging his chest playfully. “I think I’ve always been yours.”

Hyunjin beamed, pulling you in again, holding you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting, familiar sound that now held a new, deeper meaning.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you realized something: you had spent so long wondering if loving your best friend was worth the risk, if it was worth jeopardizing the precious bond you shared.

Now, you knew.

It always was.

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with the unspoken weight of newfound love. You felt a sense of peace, a quiet joy that settled deep within your bones.

"We should tell the others," Hyunjin murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

"The others?" you asked, pulling back slightly. "You mean our friends?"

He nodded, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah. They've been waiting for this for years, you know. They'll probably throw a party."

You laughed, picturing your friends' reactions. They had always teased you and Hyunjin, their playful jabs about your "obvious" feelings a constant source of amusement and embarrassment.

"They'll never let us live this down," you said, shaking your head.

"Who cares?" Hyunjin shrugged, his smile widening. "As long as we're happy."

He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, and began walking again, this time with a newfound lightness in his step. You walked beside him, your heart overflowing with happiness, the city lights reflecting in your eyes like tiny stars.

You passed the cafe again, the music still drifting through the night air, a soft, romantic melody that now seemed to perfectly encapsulate your feelings. You paused, looking up at Hyunjin.

"That song," you said, pointing towards the cafe. "It's perfect."

He listened for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "It is. It's like it was written for us."

You smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Maybe it was."

He squeezed your hand, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Maybe it was."

You continued walking, hand in hand, the city lights guiding your way. You talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams, the comfortable silence between you now filled with a new, unspoken understanding.

As you approached your apartment building, Hyunjin stopped, turning to face you. The streetlights cast long shadows, creating a romantic, intimate atmosphere.

"I don't want this night to end," he said, his voice soft.

"Me neither," you admitted, your heart pounding in your chest.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. His touch was warm, reassuring.

"Can I… can I kiss you again?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, soft and tender. The kiss was slow, deliberate, a silent promise of more to come.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his voice husky.

"Goodnight," you replied, your voice barely audible.

He lingered for a moment, his gaze lingering on yours, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the night.

You watched him go, your heart filled with a mixture of happiness and longing. You couldn't wait to see him again, to spend another night under the moonlight, dancing to the rhythm of your newfound love.

You entered your apartment, a smile still playing on your lips. You changed into your pajamas, your mind replaying the events of the night, each moment etched into your memory.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling with dreams of the future. You imagined a future filled with laughter and love, a future where you and Hyunjin were inseparable, a future where your love story continued to unfold under the soft glow of the moonlight.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but smile. You had found love in the most unexpected place, in the arms of your best friend, under the dancing moonlight. And you knew, with a certainty that warmed your soul, that this was just the beginning.

[zorange13]

— enhypen as boyfriends

enha x fem! poc reader (only rly jay's part but not many other descriptors)

did this on a whim, i just wanted to feel something idk. i’ve been starving you guys so hopefully y’all fw this til i pull myself together!!

2.5k words; not proofread sigh…

cw: suggestive content (only for hee at the very end), humane flaws, that's it i think lmk if i missed something!!

 lee heeseung

protective

heeseung isn’t controlling, not at all. he’s never going to try to get you to not wear what you want. nor is he going to get jealous of guys liking your posts. he’s very big on knowing who he’s with and not trying to change a baddie. he respects your independence!!

still, he knows that some people are weird and that not everyone has your best interest. so he will always do his best to ensure that you’re safe. holding your hand extra tight in crowded areas, having you walk next to or in front of him at all times, always looking your way when you guys are apart but in the same room—just to make sure you’re comfortable.

very masculine—but very secure

this might sound crazy, but heeseung is like one of the straightest men i’ve ever seen. he genuinely loves women so much—namely, you—that nothing pleases him more than being an equal counterpart for your femininity. you don’t touch doors, you don’t carry things, your feet don’t touch anything wet, if your feet hurt he either gives you his shoes or carries you.

he buys you perfume to match his cologne so you’ll turn heads together. he’ll let you paint his nails and do face masks and swatch makeup on him because that’s what he’s there for. why not? he’s never going to tell you no.

however, heeseung is…

prideful

don’t neglect what i said about him being very masculine; what comes with masculinity—a lot of the time—is pride. 

heeseung hates being wrong, hates looking stupid, and if you guys are arguing and you start making sense then he just goes quiet…because really what can he do? you just ate him up!! but he’s wrong. but he’s gonna pout, cross his arms, smack his teeth, clench his jaw, nodding like he’s really minding what you’re saying. but it’s not like he’s not hearing you—he just doesn’t want to catch an L because that’s really hard for him to do for some reason. and don’t let you hear him shut down and you be like, “oh, ok…that’s what i thought.” 

it would take everything in him to not crash out but it’s ok!! give him a minute and he’d apologize. it would kill him to admit it but, when you’re right…you’re right. and he knows that you would do the same thing if it was the other way around. “i’m sorry, you were right and i love you.” because as much as it wounds his pride, he cares more about making things right with you. nothing matters more than you. once you accept his apology, he’s pulling you in for a hug and taking you out or even making it up to you in other ways…

park jay

thoughtful

jay is always thinking of you—for everything. he’s always considering you and has you in mind for everything he does. if he sees that your curl cream is running low, he’ll get it the next time he’s out. he sees your glass of water getting empty, he fills it up. but also just things that can make your life the slightest bit easier, he’ll pick out your outfits, help you do your hair the night before—he tries but most times you’ll just tell him you got it because he really has no idea what to do. but he’ll sit and watch you do it so he can keep you company. besides that, he makes decisions with you in mind and wonders how it would affect the relationship. if his friends want to hang out, he’s like, “does she need me for the night?” if he’s making plans for the weekend, he’s wondering, “would she enjoy my little itinerary?” he just does this because he wants you to be happy at all times no matter what.

so loyal

this man is as loyal as can be, he only sees you. the thought of being with other women repulses him and he does not entertain that shit. if he sees some girls in his comments doing a lil too much he is not scared to block, delete a comment, or even let you comment if you feel so bold. 

“raw and deep juseyo” “ntm girl…” 

but yes, jay does not play. although it’s not like he’s disrespectful to other women. he’s nice to strangers, he’ll hold doors and help if he sees someone struggling but not to the extent where he’s going to let it go inappropriately further. just don’t disrespect him or his relationship and he’s good. 

however, jay tends to…

internalize and compartmentalize

he is way too good at being calm and rational. so much to the point where he struggles to be vulnerable or even address things that bug him. if you do something like make a joke he doesn’t like, he won’t say anything to you to correct it. then you keep making that joke or something within the same subject matter, soon during an argument—or even during some type of conversation, he just snaps. or he’ll throw it in your face and you’d just be confused. 

“why are you so upset?” “i don’t know” he does. he’s just been holding it in for 3 months. he’s there for you emotionally, no problem. as you are for him, but when it comes to dealing with his own emotions, he’s just not totally there yet. 

sim jaeyun

such a genuine sweetheart

everything that he was when you met him is who is now. jake doesn’t change up, doesn’t try to do anything to make you second guess him and his intentions. he loves on you so hard and genuinely will sit and write you a list of what he did for the day and all of the moments he’s thought about you during it. not to mention just how warm he is, he feels like such a ray of sunshine for you that there’s no amount of happiness to replicate how you guys feel with each other. it’s disgusting…

shows you off

he posts you, comments on all of your posts just so people know who he’s lucky enough to have pulled. being a boyfriend is a full-time job and it pays well, so with that he’s always talking about you. even when he’s not physically with you, he's talking about you. “you said you liked my shirt? yeah my wife got it for me.” “jake, you’re not even married.” “not yet but like…”

he just loves you so much and feels so honored to be in your world. it would honestly be a disservice to not show you off to the universe and remind God of the beauty He created.

however, jake is…

too trusting for his own good

jake genuinely tries to see the good in people. he believes that the whole world isn’t totally plagued with losers and weird people but sometimes that’s not the case. he’ll give everyone the benefit of the doubt—even people who clearly don’t deserve it. you could be like, “babe, don’t you see it? he’s using you.” “no…he’s just going through a rough time.” it’s so sad seeing him be so naïve but he usually doesn’t realize until it’s way too late. even then he’d still try to see their side, “yeah he might have stolen all of my money and got a foreclosure on my house but, maybe he deserved the money more than i did.”

park sunghoon

consistent and forthright

sunghoon doesn’t do weird situationships. if he likes you, he likes you and that’s it. he’s going to put in the effort, remind you of who you are to him and you’d see what he feels that way. no unnecessary jealousy, no breadcrumbing, no trying to make you “earn” him—because he’s the man wtf. none of that, he just enjoys you and spoiling you. he loves showing you his affection in the ways that he can.

actually funny, but never intentionally

hoon isn’t much of a talker. even jake said if he were to go on vacation with a member it’d be him because he doesn’t say much. but when he’s in a playful mood, hoon will express that. also sometimes he’ll just say things with a straight face and you just burst out laughing. sometimes his reactions to things will even make you laugh. like if you trip or something he’ll just look at you and be like “damn that’s crazy…you alright?” and reach his hand out to help you and make sure you aren’t hurt. just the walking embodiment of “this life thing is happening to him” rather than him just doing life.

however, sunghoon…

struggles with verbal affection

like i said, he’s not much of a talker. so the best way for him to show love and affection is through acts of service and physical touch, anything else sort of makes him uncomfortable. so if you’re the type who needs verbal affirmations to sustain your end of the bargain then you might be frustrated. granted, there’s no doubt in your mind that sunghoon loves you. you know that for a fact, but sometimes he just assumes that and that you just know because of what he does for you.

he might not go on for long speeches about how much he loves you, but he always wants you to know—and you do—how you’re safe, loved, and cared for when you’re with him.

kim sunoo

social butterfly

everyone loves him. family, friends, strangers, it doesn’t matter. he makes you feel so comfortable to be around him to the point where if you guys are at a function and you feel awkward, just stick with him and you’re good. this is so important because it can help when you’re feeling overwhelmed and he’ll just subtly tell you to go decompress, especially if you’ve used up your social battery for the night. 

expressive and affectionate

he’s not afraid to love you out loud. hand-holding, social media praise, hyping you up, giving you physical affection, anything that he can do he does it. “you’re so gorgeous…it’s almost making me sick. how dare you?” love to him is to be expressed in a kind way and it’s meant to be shown and felt and you guys do that for each other all the time. 

however, sunoo can be…

a little too honest

ok so he doesn’t always mean to do this. but he’s never been the type to lie, which comes in handy for when you do in fact need the cold, hard truth. but in normal interactions, you’d be like, “be honest, do you like this outfit?” and he’s just standing there, blinking. “i mean…it’s not your best.” it’s never meant to be mean, but if you’re sensitive, it might hurt. if he notices your mood drop, he’ll immediately be like, “WAIT, i didn’t mean it like that! you still look cute!!” but sometimes the damage will already be done, and you would have to have a talk with him about his delivery.

yang jungwon

reliable and responsible

you’ve never met someone more reliable than this guy. when you’re in a pinch, he’s there. when you need to get picked up because you missed your bus, he’s either sending money for a cab or driving you himself. he just handles things and even though you worry about him taking on things that he isn’t technically responsible for, he wears it with pride. to him, having a boyfriend means he should encourage you to stay on top of your shit. reminding you of appointments, deadlines, or making a plan when you’re both lost in the middle of nowhere (because, unlike you, he actually read the directions). he just gets it done and he never makes you feel like a burden.

playful, but he doesn’t do too much

when jungwon laughs, he laughs. with his entire gut and it can feel good when you’re making him laugh. but not when he’s laughing at you. either way, won is quick, witty, and just the right amount of annoying. so he would poke fun at you and not in a way that hurts your feelings, just in a way that you be like “shut up,” and try not to laugh at whatever he’s saying. he loves to make you flustered though, if he does then he’ll for sure lean into it because he’s usually always the one smitten by you.

however, jungwon can be…

too self sufficient

he’s so independent and used to taking care of others that he just doesn’t know how to ask for help. being so used to handling his own stuff makes him feel better because it means he’s not burdening you. but…that’s what you’re here for! to be there for him when he needs it. but sometimes when he’s stressed or upset he’d keep it from you and it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t want to add to your list of things to worry about. which can cause some friction sometimes and you truly just wished he would let you in more. 

nishimura riki

actually your best friend

i see riki wanting to actually build friendship and camaraderie with someone before anything. so when you guys do get there and things turn romantic, it’s the best thing ever to have a boyfriend and best friend in one. you want to watch the new season of love island with someone? you’re having a sleepover. one of you guys did some shit for the plot? immediately a 3-hour debrief session. he’s such a ride or die and nothing gets boring with him around. so if you ever want to go on a spontaneous adventure, or make a ridiculous joke, you always turn to him. riki is your man but he’s also your stupid ass best friend and that makes life so much more enjoyable.

flirty, even when he’s got you

the chase doesn’t stop once he gets you and you love that. the fact that he still makes you feel so wanted so deep into the relationship is honestly the glue. if anything, the flirting has cranked up a notch and that only makes things exciting, it keeps things fresh. even after the honeymoon phase, he’s still kissing you, pulling out the red carpet, bragging about you, complimenting and praising you. this makes y’all’s dynamic so much more fun and intimate when you guys—especially him—are still showing interest in each other. 

however, riki can be…

a little too nonchalant

though i firmly believe he was a nonchalant dreadhead in his past life, riki sometimes can come off as nonchalant when he’s really just easygoing. it’s not that he doesn’t care, he just can’t always gauge whether you’re being serious or not. he’ll laugh things off when you say you want to have a serious conversation and while he thinks he’s cheering you up, you just want validation in whatever it is you’re feeling. it’s a way he protects himself from getting too deep or emotional, but it’s not always the best approach for handling the serious stuff between you two. sometimes you have to call him out on it for him to realize that not every situation can be brushed off with a laugh.

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[iveneverbeenhere]

✂️Reaction to Namjoon’s Buzzcut✂️

Genre: Fluff

A/N: WOOOOOO ANOTHER NAMJOON x READER LETS FUCKIN GO

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“Baldie.”

That was the first thing you said to Namjoon when he shaved his head.

“You look like a giant dandelion.”

That is what you said to him when he dyed his hair a silverly-blonde.

After a few months of having a buzzcut, you’ve grown accustomed to it. You both lay in your shared bed; your limbs tangled into each other like loose rope knots. Namjoon lays on your chest, clad in nothing but his baggy sweats. Your face lies halfway into the pillow and Namjoon’s head; one hand holds Namjoon’s while the other makes a soothing back-and-forth motion on Namjoon’s head. His small strands of hair prick you like his head is a dormant grass field. It reminds you of when you were a kid; running around and getting lost in the neighborhood park in the late fall hours. Namjoon swears he can feel you humming his new song into his scalp.

“Do you like it?”

“Hm?”

“My hair, I mean?”

“Yeah. It suits you.”

Namjoon burrows himself further into your chest, closing his eyes. He swears he feels you smile into his scalp.

[cherubshert]

Hiii, if you haven't already can you do morning's with enhypen? Like waking up needy to them, getting ready for the etc 🙏🙏

Sweet Mornings...

A/n: I'm sorry this took me a long time to finish, i was kinda hesitant to write this cause I don't write things like this, really cause it flusters me tbh. But ig I wanna step out a lil now that I'm an adult. I changed the request a little too tho, uhh. Just Hyung line, I would have written for sunoo and Jungwon as well, maybe next time if ppl like this one.

Warnings: Kissing, making out, Talks of engagements and fighting, suggestive but not going fully into it cause I'm a coward ig lol, angst(?). I got really excited with Hoonie's.

𔘓 Heeseung

The peaceful hug of sleep is harshly interrupted by the blaring of your boyfriend's alarm. You groan, struggling to move in his unwavering grasp, his chest still calmly moving signalling he's still deep in slumber. When your right hand is set free, you turn off the aggravating sound. You stare at the ceiling, using all of your strength to get out of Heeseung's hands.

When you return to the room, Heeseung is sitted at the edge of the bed, hunched over his phone, not looking up when you draw closer. "Did my alarm ring? I didn't hear it." "I did." You grumble, flopping down on the bed next to him, relaxing your back into it.

He gently rubs your thigh, "sorry, love." you groan at him, pressing your hands to your chest, your eyes closing. You feel him move, finding his way between your legs, his head resting on your chest. "I wanna sleep hee." " I'm not trying to stop you darling." You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He gently shifts again, kissing up your neck, your fingers twitching slightly. "Hee." You gasp, letting your arms flop to the bed as he rises up. His fingers lace with yours, "Sorry, am I disturbing you?" He teased, you shake your head.

"Beautiful." he mutters, capturing your lips.

𔘓 Jay

Arguments with Jay were rare, but when they happened, they often left the both of you hurt. That was the case the night before, Jay's harsh words repeating in your mind as you slam your apartment door behind you. The darkness of the night engulfed you as you walked to god knows where to clear your mind. When you come home you're met with silence, the clock ticking in the background. 3:00 am.

You settle for the couch, using a soft plushie as a pillow, covering you body with your jacket.

You barely drift off when you're awakened by your body being hoisted up. Though you can't see him, your arms wrap around his neck, your soft breath brushing against his neck. Jay gently places you on your shared bed, his body hovering over you.

"I was so worried." he murmurs, you struggle to act like you don't care, the slight quiver in his voice causing your heart to squeeze in pain. "You didn't answer your phone, I went to check everywhere but I couldn't find you." a tear falls to your check, rolling off immediately. "My phone died." You answer, your right hand raising to wipe his tears. You sit in silence before his lips are pressed to yours, apologies slipping from his lips when he pulls away.

He is fully over you now, his lips kissing your skin gently, apologies following every press of his lips to your skin. Your fingers lace as the sun slowly starts to peek in.

𔘓 Jake

Jake plays with the subtle silver band on your finger, the dopey smile from the day before never wavering. Jake's eyes raising to meet yours excitedly, "I can't believe we're engaged." he repeats, you chuckle, pulling your hand away to rub your eyes. "You've said that all night." he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I can't believe it... Can't believe you said yes." He leans in, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. A giggle leaves you as you playfully push him away, wiping your face. "Maybe I should've said no, after all the stress you put me through all weekend. " He pouts, pulling you close to his chest, his hair tickling your skin.

"Sorry, I wanted it to be special, and memorable." you shun him playfully, crossing your hands over your chest, leaning your head away. He bites the space between your neck and jaw gently, a small yelp leaving your lips. "Yunnie!" He giggles into your neck, hands moving to your side, tickling you.

You laugh loudly, struggling to get out of his grasp. You turn your body slightly, hold his right arm tightly, both hands stopping in response. You pause to catch your breath, leaning forward towards his neck. He responds faster than you, pressing your arms to your chest, his body going to hover over you.

"I'm winning this one babe." you cock your eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. You bite your bottom lip, trailing your eyes down to his, your eyes looking back up into his. His stare intense, a slight blush rising to his face. "Really?" You take advantage of his loosening grip, reaching up to pull him down. Your lips dance with his, your tongue licks at his bottom lip, and he readily welcomes you, his hand gripping the sheets beside your head.

You pull away, leaning up more to bite his ear, giggling at the shakey sound he lets out. "I think I won Jakey."

𔘓 Sunghoon

You stir awake hearing a loud sound ring through your apartment, your heart pounding in your ear as you stay in your position waiting to see if anything else would come up. Your name catches your ear, though muffled, your previous fear flipping to happiness. You jump to your feet, forgetting your slippers, the cold tiles waking up your nerves more.

"Hoon?" He's barely visible, shifting his bags. He looks up and smiles, "Hey." You're in his arms almost a second later, he let's out a surprise laugh as he stumbles backwards. " Thought you were coming home tomorrow." you murmur into his neck, "Surprise~" he teases. He holds you for a second, before gently going to push your shoulders to see your face. Your head shakes in response, your grip not faltering, slowly growing drunk on his scent. "can I look at you? It's been months since I saw your face." "Please just hold me." He easily complies, both arms wrapping around you tightly.

You pull away from him eventually, his hand raises to your cheek. You finally scan his face fully, your face twisting with worry. "You look exhausted." he only smiles, "I am, a little." the last part comes out lightly and deep, your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips before moving back. He leans in and you lean away, "You need to rest." "Hah, yeah." he pulls away, his hand reaching for his luggage.

Your hand lightly brushes his away, a short huff leaving you as your struggle to raise it. "You'll get hurt y/n, I got it." "I got it." You say dragging your feet towards your room. He watches you for a second, laughing silently to himself before reaching from his smaller duffle bag.

You're not sure when you both fell asleep, but his soft breath in your face now filled you with a certain warmth. The afternoon sun peeking in through your windows, adding warmth to your body. You brush his hair out of his face, your finger outlining his face before you lean in, pressing your lips gently to his. There's a slight pause before the ends curl up, shifting his face deeper into the pillow, his eyes opening to look at you.

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to." He murmurs, his deep voice ringing in your mind. You snicker, "I know." you whisper in response, your hand moving slightly down his neck, your eyes follow your fingers tracing his skin. "Missed you." you look up at him, you body growing hot as your take in the emotion evident on his face. "Me too." His hand trails down your waist, a trail of goosebumps following in his tracks, despite the layer of clothing keeping his hand from your skin. His cold hand on your warm skin makes you jolt slightly, your shirt raised slightly giving him access to your lower waist.

"Missed you so much you have no clue. you're such a distraction even when you're miles away." He teased. You grip at his shirt as he pulls you close, closing the distance between the both of you. He opens his mouth to speak again, and you immediately press your lips to his, his hand immediately going behind your head.

[linos-luna]

Disturbing Fetishes ❣️🔪

Yandere?!Perv!Felix x Reader

Warnings: odd fetishes, manipulation, implied dubcon, implied druging, Yandere?, mention of rape, light smut

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Something about the way he looked at you made you slightly… unnerved. But you brushed it off. Felix was so adorable and seemingly so innocent. I mean, that’s how all his friends described him. Just a sweet cuddle bug! And while yes, he is very much loving, there’s something off about him.

Something that was interesting was when you got hurt. He would eyeball that bruise, scrape, or cut a little too much… he would even touch them if he could. When he did, he’d lightly push on it. He liked the small whine that would leave your lips. But he never took it too far and would stop almost right away when you asked.

So maybe it wasn’t too bad. Maybe you’re just overthinking it. He’s a little weird but so is everyone right?

-

You slept peacefully on your side, the night quiet and comfortably cool. The blankets rested just below your shoulder, and the loose collar of your shirt revealed your neck and collarbone. As you slept, your boyfriend’s gaze lingered on your neck. He must have woken up by chance and found himself drawn to the scar there, an old one from childhood, long healed but leaving behind a faint, textured mark.

He’d asked before if he could touch it, but you had declined. Your neck was a sensitive spot, and you weren’t ready for that kind of touch yet. Though it bothered him, he tried not to let it show.

But right now felt like the perfect opportunity. Felix reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before finally making contact with the scar. He let out a soft sigh, one that carried both relief and… pleasure? His fingers moved slowly, tracing the textured mark, his breathing growing heavier, his heart racing in his chest.

At first, you didn’t feel anything, lost in the depths of your sleep. Then came a faint warm sensation that felt like a kiss on your neck, yet it was… different. More intense. Unknown to you, after pressing his lips to your scar, Felix began trailing small licks across it, each motion accompanied by quiet, needy moans.

It didn’t take long for the strange sensation to wake you up, leaving you startled and disoriented.

Your eyes fluttered open, disoriented and unsure of what had woken you. The room was dim, but the warmth and the strange sensation on your neck made you stiffen. You turned your head slightly, trying to figure out what was happening, and then you froze.

“Felix?” Your voice was groggy, but full of confusion.

He didn’t stop immediately, his lips still pressed to your scar, his tongue tracing it slowly. When he finally realized you were awake, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and his expression unguarded.

“I-I’m sorry,” he murmured, though his tone lacked conviction. His hand stayed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing the edge of the scar. “I-I couldn’t help myself! It’s… it’s just… I’ve… I’ve been so curious about it, and I-I just wanted to know what it… I just wanted to know…”

“Felix?!” You sat up, pushed him away, and stared at him, unsure whether to be angry, confused, or something else entirely. “I told not to touch there!”

“I know,” he admitted, his gaze dropping. “I-I just…. I just… there’s something about it. About you.” He looked up again, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. “I’m sorry! I-I won’t— mm… I won’t…” he stumbled over his words.

His apology seemed genuine, but his lingering gaze on your neck told you there was more he wasn’t saying. Your heart raced as you tried to process the moment, caught between irritation and the strange vulnerability he was showing you.

“You wanted to know what?” you asked, your tone sharp as you wiped away the saliva from your neck. The sensation left you feeling uneasy, and his silence only made it worse. Felix kept his head down, avoiding your gaze, but you noticed where his eyes had shifted: to his lap.

Your eyes followed, and the sight made you freeze. His pants. He was… excited.

“Felix…” you mumbled, staring in disbelief. “You’re… aroused?”

His cheeks flushed a deep red as he turned his head away, biting his lip. It was painfully obvious how embarrassed he was, but the tension in the air was impossible to ignore.

“What turned you on?” you asked, your brow raised in confusion and disbelief. “My scar? Or… getting caught?”

He hesitated, his voice barely audible when he finally answered, “B-both…”

You stared at him, struggling to process what you had just heard. Your chest felt tight, feeling a mix of emotions… discomfort, confusion, and disgust.

“Both?” you repeated, your voice laced with disbelief. “Felix, do you even realize how weird this is?”

He flinched at your words, his hands gripping the blanket nervously. “I know,” he admitted, his voice soft and shaky. “I know it’s weird. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how soft it looks… how sensitive it must be. And then, when I touched it, I—”

“Felix!” you cut him off, your cheeks burning. “Stop. Just stop!”

He looked up at you, his eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I messed up. I just—”

“You messed up big time!” you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly. “I told you not to do that. And now… this?” You gestured vaguely toward his lap, feeling a mixture of disgust and embarrassment.

“I-I know! I’m sorry!” He stuttered.

You sighed as you tried to calm down. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”

Silence fell between you, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, you spoke again, your voice quieter. “I need some space. We’ll talk about this later, but right now, I just… I need to think…”

As you got up, your boyfriend was silent while looking at his lap.

“Cmon, go home.” You said while motioning towards the door.

Your boyfriend was gripping the sheets tight as he looked down. He was silent but had an air of… frustration?

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me touch there…” he muttered under his breath. “You let me touch everywhere else…”

As you froze Felix’s words hung in the air like a threat. Slowly, you turned to face him, anger simmering beneath your confusion.

“Felix,” you said, your voice sharp, “this isn’t about everywhere else. It’s about something I told you I’m not comfortable with. And now, after what you just did, you’re seriously questioning why?”

He shot up from the bed, his movements jerky, his eyes flashing with frustration. “Of course I’m questioning it!” he snapped. “How am I supposed to feel when my own girlfriend acts like I’m not allowed to touch her? You say you trust me, but then you put up these stupid walls like I’m some kind of stranger!”

“Felix, calm down,” you said, your voice wavering as his sudden outburst caught you off guard. “I didn’t say that I dont trust you. It’s about boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” he scoffed, his tone mocking as he took a step closer. “That’s such a cop-out. You let me touch you everywhere else, but suddenly your neck is off-limits? Do you even hear how ridiculous that sounds?”

Your chest tightened, a mix of anger and unease swelling inside you. “It’s my body,” you snapped, your voice firmer now. “And I get to decide what I’m comfortable with. You don’t get to guilt me into changing that.”

“Guilt you?” he barked, his laugh cold and sharp. “I’m not guilting you… I’m just pointing out how unfair you’re being! Do you know how it feels to be shut out by someone who’s supposed to love you? I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you treat me?”

Your breath hitched, his words slicing through you. “Felix, this isn’t about what you’ve ‘done’ for me…”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” he snarled, pacing now. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been understanding. I’ve waited for you to open up to me, and for what? To be treated like I’m some kind of pervert for wanting to be close to you?”

“Felix, stop!” you yelled, your voice breaking with frustration and unease. “Y-you’re not listening to me!”

“No, you’re the one who’s not listening!” he shouted, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Do you even care how this makes me feel? Or are your stupid boundaries more important than our relationship?”

His words hit you like a slap, leaving you momentarily stunned. “You’re twisting this,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. “You’re… you’re scaring me…”

Felix froze when he saw the timid look on your face, his anger melting into guilt almost instantly. “Baby… babydoll, I’m sorry,” he said, his tone softening, though there was a strange edge to it.

Tears began to well in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you stood there, unsure how to feel. He stepped closer, his voice more pleading now. “Sorry, sorry!” he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace.

You leaned into him, seeking comfort, but your mind was too clouded with emotion to notice how his hands moved. One slid up to your neck, his fingers brushing the rough texture of the scar with a deliberate slowness. He made a low hum, the sound vibrating against you.

You thought he was trying to calm you, but there was something off about the way his fingers lingered on your scar, pressing and tracing it. His breathing grew heavier, and his hum turned into more of a groan but he was good at hiding it.

“I’ll go now, okay?” Felix said softly, his voice gentle as he stood by the door. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he added cheerfully, “I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning!” His mood seemed to have done a complete 180, leaving you blinking in confusion.

Still, you nodded, relieved he was agreeing to leave, at least for a little while. “O-okay…” you murmured, grateful for the chance to gather your thoughts.

“Can I get you some water or something before I go?” he asked, his tone oddly considerate.

“S-sure… thank you,” you replied hesitantly, still trying to process his sudden change in demeanor.

Felix left the room briefly and returned with a glass of water, handing it to you with a smile as he slipped on his coat and shoes. “I’m sure your throat’s a bit dry. Make sure you drink all of it,” he said in a low, velvety voice, his smile lingering as he watched you.

You didn’t think much of it. Your throat was dry, and you were thirsty. You drank the water quickly, nodding in appreciation. “Thanks,” you said softly.

“I’ll be going now. I’ll see you later, okay?” Felix said, his eyes watching you as you climbed back into bed. “Goodnight, my little doll,” he added, his voice carrying an unsettling tenderness.

You heard the front door close moments later, and with that, the tension in the room seemed to ease. You lay back in bed, feeling calmer but also slightly… off. Maybe it was exhaustion, you reasoned. But as your eyes began to close, you couldn’t shake the faint thought that the water had tasted a little strange.

Before you could dwell on it further, sleep overtook you. A heavy and almost unnaturally fast sleep.

And as soon as you were out, Felix slipped back inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Don’t worry, my darling…” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll always take care of you….”

———

A few days later, you found yourself on a casual date with Felix. Whatever tension lingered from that night had faded from your memory, or perhaps you had just chosen to push it aside. Felix had been nothing but sweet since, giving you no reason to suspect anything was wrong.

After a night out, sipping wine, sharing laughs, and enjoying each other’s company, the two of you returned to your place for movies and cuddles. You were a bit tipsy, buzzed enough to feel warm and giggly, but still very much aware.

As you got into the bedroom, you let out a contented sigh and flopped onto the bed, stretching out to relax after the crisp chill of the evening air. Felix kicked off his shoes and followed, pausing in the doorway as he watched you sprawled across the bed. Something about the way you looked, so carefree and at ease, sent a spark of excitement through him.

“You coming over now?” you asked playfully, your voice light and sweet, a little moan escaping as you stretched again.

Felix nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as he approached. “You’re looking cute,” he said, his tone teasing yet low. “Such a cute little doll.”

Your cheeks flushed as you glanced up at him, his words making your heart flutter.

But as Felix stood over you, his gaze lingered. His eyes roamed your form, taking in every detail, the way your shirt hugged your body, the soft flush in your cheeks, and, of course, the scar on your neck. It was uncovered, prominent against your skin, almost calling to him.

He froze for a moment, staring at it. The urge to reach out was strong, the memory of its texture still vivid in his mind. But he held himself back, his hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable as he fought his instincts.

You noticed his pause and tilted your head slightly. “Everything okay?” you asked softly, your voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

Felix blinked, his smirk returning quickly as he sat down beside you. “Yeah, everything’s perfect,” he said, though his gaze briefly flicked back to your neck. “Absolutely perfect.”

———

“What movie should we watch?” You asked with a giggle.

“Not sure… thinking about… skipping that part…” he chuckled.

You sat up and made a playful pout. “Aw.”

Felix grabbed your wrist and looked at you with a smirk. “Imagine… what I could do with you…” he mumbled in that deep voice of his.

“What do you mean?” You chuckled while standing, his hand still tightly gripping your wrist.

“I mean… you’re so helpless…” he said lowly, pulling you back down to sit. You resisted, feeling a bit uneasy but laughing it off.

“Baby…” he said while standing, trying to grab your other wrist. “What’s wrong? Scared?” He chuckled.

“Um…” you looked at him with a tilt of your head. Your mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol but there was still some awareness. Instinctually, you pulled back a little but that only seemed to agitate him more.

“Getting away now?” He growled.

“L-lixie…?”

“It’s okay, baby. I like when you struggle. It… excites me.” He chuckled darkly before trying to kiss your lips. In a panic, you shook your head and he instantly pushed you onto the bed.

“Felix! Stop!” You cried out, clarity setting in.

“Babydoll, it’s okay!” He chuckled while crawling over you. “It’s all a game…”

“What game?!”

“I like a little struggle.” He said while roughly grabbing your chin. “Just play along, babydoll~”

You could only look at him in fear as the weight of his body holding you down. The fear in your face and control over you has him aroused and desperate.

“L-lixie…” you whimpered softly.

“I wouldn’t actually rape you, babydoll.” He said while holding your chin. “It’s just a game.” He chuckled, sounding more unhinged by the second. “Oh I just wanna hear you again~”

You trembled as you watched this innocent cuddle bug turn into some maniac.

“The other night… oh the night when you made those noises…” he breathed deeply as if trying to control himself. You could feel his clothed hard on brushing on your thigh. It frightened you just how aroused he was.

“Oh babydoll please…”

“Please what…?”

“For me… can you do it?” He muttered.

“Do what…?”

“Play along…” he replied, sounding more desperate. “Please!”

“W-what?!”

“Scream. Struggle. Act like it… act like well… you know… please.” Your boyfriend pleaded.

“Y-you’re sick!” You stuttered while watching him. “Th-that’s not healthy, Felix!”

“Yes but—!” He desperately grabbed you, pulling your hair a bit which made you cry out a bit.

“Like that! Do more!”

“Felix!” You yelled while looking at him in disgust

Your boyfriend paused, letting go and sitting up. He looked at you with a moment of clarity, realizing how serious this got.

“Lixie… th-this is sick… y-you’re sick…” you stuttered while sitting up.

“I-i… I know…” he turned red and stood up, backing away slowly.

You were actually quite surprised at his admission and looked at him while wiping your tears. “Felix…”

“I don’t know why I’m like this.” He said with a sigh.

“Well…”

“Don’t leave me!” He blurted out suddenly. “I love you so much!”

It was odd just how clingy he was being and you haven’t even been dating for that long.

“Felix—.”

“Don’t!” He pleaded while grabbing your wrists. “I-I can’t live without you!”

He wouldn’t let go and you stood still, afraid of his next move, unsure what he’d do next.

I… I won’t…” you murmured.

He smiled and sighed in relief as he held you, holding back his conflicting desires. It made you uneasy, and made you wonder how long he’s had these weird fantasies. You wondered if this relationship could even last. What if he loses control again?