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starrihan · 4 days ago

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The fact that this doesn’t have more likes is ABSOLUTELY flabbergasting to me this is actually one of the best things I have ever read

Soft as a Misty Rain || W. YX (Nicholas)

❀ pairing: &team nicholas x fem!reader

❀ genre: exes to lovers!au, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~3.3k

❀ warnings: explicit language, one very brief non-descriptive depiction of sex, nico is really bad at communicating, the weather as a metaphor for emotions

❀ summary: In the storm that hangs over your life, your ex appears like a lightning strike. As much as you hate to admit it, he softens the rain, allowing you to face clearer skies.

❀ a/n: At this point, I feel like I need to warn y’all that I write more than just angst. But I promise this one is not that bad!! Much more fluff than usual, which was hard for me, but I hope you enjoy it. As usual, likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated and encouraged.

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He comes to you in the rain. The tips of his hair drip water onto his face, sliding down the unblemished skin until they land on his fully soaked clothes. His faded Pink Floyd shirt sticks to his frame, highlighting every ridge of his abdomen. The normally baggy jeans he wears hang even lower than they usually do, their cuffs hanging in a puddle of his own creation.

It’s a warm summer rain, the kind that appears out of nowhere and clears within the hour. Its brevity can’t outweigh its intensity, though, thoroughly soaking everything in sight. The flowers love it, basking in the brief respite from the intense August heat. The flower in front of you, however, is wilting from the power of the storm, soaked and shaking.

“Nicholas?”

When he finally raises his head, letting his eyes meet yours from behind the inky curtain of his bangs, you can’t help but shiver. Despite the time apart, he has never lost the intensity in his gaze. It still throws you off kilter. It still has you wanting to hold him close and never let go. It still has your heart shattering.

“I’m sorry,” the boy whispers. “I just…I didn’t know where else to go.”

You would have thought that in the eight months that you spent broken up, he would have found someone else. You always assumed there was someone else for him, another person to confide in, another shoulder to lean on, another hand to hold. Despite the hollowness of his cheeks and the paleness of his skin, it’s hard to believe that there was truly nowhere else for him to go.

You don’t know which scenario is worse: that he had no choice, or that he chose you.

Seconds tick by, announced by the rhythmic drip of raindrops onto the floor of the hallway. Outside, a crash of thunder booms, practically shaking the entire building. It’s only then that you are able to snap yourself out of your reverie, moving aside to let the man into your apartment.

Making Nicholas comfortable is second nature to you at this point, despite losing months of practice. You shoo him into the shower and warm up a towel for him in the dryer. The old hoodie and pair of basketball shorts you haven’t managed to throw out yet are neatly folded and placed on the bathroom counter. It doesn’t even cross your mind to take in his figure behind the glass of the shower pane, blurred from the steam condensing on its surface. Instead, you turn the air conditioner down and begin to heat a kettle for tea, knowing how easily he catches a cold.

It’s a dance you know every step to, despite not having performed the choreography in years.

The second time he appears is with a flash of lightning, suddenly standing near the foot of the couch. His eyes are downturned once again, hair still wet and concealing his gaze. He seems content to stare at the floor, so you take it upon yourself to speak.

“Tea?”

Nicholas’s voice is hoarse as he responds, eyes still glued to the wooden planks beneath him. “Please.”

You hate the way one simple word has shivers running up your spine. It’s just that one word that transports you back in time—hands tangled in black and blonde dyed locks, lips moving fervently against each other, hips meeting in a filthy grind, a simple word uttered from spit-slicked lips. That couldn’t be further from the word’s meaning here, yet your mouth is flooded with the stale taste of second-hand cigarettes.

As the storm rages on, Nicholas clutches the mug of tea in his hands, fingers tightening around the ceramic at every new boom of thunder. The building shakes and so does he. You wonder if your touch would be enough to warm the boy to his core, to halt every shiver. But it’s only after a particularly loud thunderclap that you realize his shaking is not from a lack of warmth. It’s from his own storm that has begun to stream down his cheeks.

“Nicholas,” you whisper softly, as if not to spook a woodland creature, “what’s going on?”

The man lets out a strangled sob, clutching the mug even tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t even be here, but fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Nicholas sniffles, finally tearing his eyes away from the steaming cup in his hands. “I’m sorry for still being in love with you.”

. . .

Nine months prior

A flurry of kisses are placed all over your face, breaking your concentration from the book in front of you. You can’t help but giggle as your boyfriend’s assault continues, the man seeming determined to place a kiss on every inch of exposed skin. There isn’t much, as you have started to trade in your lighter fall jackets for thicker sweaters. Nicholas doesn’t seem to mind, though, tugging at your collar to expose even more of you.

“Babe stop it!” You whine between puffs of laughter. “The story was just starting to get good.”

Your boyfriend just smirks, continuing to place his lips on any inch of you he can reach. “Don’t care,” he mumbles between kisses. “You look so cute when you’re concentrating.”

Nicholas was rarely shy with his affections. He was the type to constantly shower you in praise, return home with little gifts and trinkets for you, keep a protective hand around your waist at all times. Despite how shy he comes off at first, he is nothing short of extraverted in his love for you. In the years of you two dating, he has only gotten more bold in his proclamations of love, both literally and figuratively.

“I love you,” he mutters, lips attached to a particularly sensitive patch of skin behind your ear. “You’re so cute. My pretty girl.”

The warmth of his breath tickles your skin, causing your entire body to sprout with goosebumps. The teasing pressure on the sensitive spot kickstarts your heart to pump a mile a minute, the heat encompassing your body comparable to the flames in the lit fireplace before you. Nicholas’s touch has rewired your inner workings to be constantly excited, constantly anticipating the pleasure to come.

But nothing comes. Nicholas simply pulls away from you, a sweet smile on his face.

“I’m going to go meet Yuma for lunch. Do you want me to bring anything back?”

You smile, shaking your head softly. “Have fun, though. Tell Yuma I said hi.”

“I will.”

Nicholas leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away completely. You can’t help but watch with a fond stare as he flits about the apartment. It’s endearing to watch the furrow in his brow and the way he worries his bottom lip with his teeth. Only a few moments later, he deems himself ready to go, calling out one last goodbye as he disappears through the door.

When scanning the damage he left behind on his way out, your eye is caught by the bright green of the clock displayed on the microwave. 4:37 pm, it reads. You can’t help but be confused.

A little late for lunch, isn’t it?

. . .

Eight months prior

He comes home reeking of cigarettes and smiling lazily. For a moment, you think he’s drunk, with his sluggish and uncoordinated movements. He trips over his own feet trying to get his shoes off, sighing frustratedly in the doorway. The sound has you rolling your eyes, increasingly growing agitated with your boyfriend’s actions.

His nose is red as he enters the living room, sniffling frequently. The chill of December does that to people. But when his eyes meet yours from the opposite side of the couch, you notice the equally red eyes and the dried tear tracks staining his face. Instantly, your heart plummets.

“What happened?”

Nicholas sniffles softly, reddened eyes slowly scanning your figure. He’s clearly pondering his words, face twisted into a grimace as if his own thoughts pain him. The hardcover book you had been reading falls from your slackened grip, making a loud thud as it hits the wooden floor. Neither of you move at the sound.

“Y/N, I—,” Nicholas cuts himself off with a wince, biting back a sob. “We need to break up.”

After approximately two years, four months, and thirteen days, the thought of breaking up seems so outlandish that normally, you would laugh. Even if Nicholas looked you dead in your eyes on any other day and said he wanted to break up, you would laugh. Your nose would scrunch and your head would be tipped back as you let out a full body chuckle. You would playfully punch Nicholas’s arm and kiss him in the same breath.

But you’re not laughing.

“Break up? What? Why?” You can’t seem to stop the flurry of questions that leave your mouth. “What happened? Why now, all of a sudden?”

Nicholas shakes his head. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

The exhaustion in his voice sets off a ringing in your ears, as if sounding an alarm for your body. Despite the small inflections in his voice, clearly unsteady from crying, you know he means what he’s saying. Nicholas has never been the type to be careless about his words, especially when it comes to you.

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” As you speak, your voice begins to take on a sharp edge, piercing through the living room. “After two fucking years you just decide you can’t do this? What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means that I can’t do this. I can’t do us anymore.”

A violent heat begins to overtake your face, metaphorical steam coming out of your ears as if you were a cartoon. In your prior breakups you had been sad, resigning yourself to whatever reason had split you apart. However, right now, nothing can overtake the scalding confusion that is consuming you right now. You imagine that you could single-handedly reverse the December chill, making your surroundings feel like the hottest of summers.

“But why?” You wince as your voice cracks.

“Because,” Nicholas sighs. “I just can’t. We can’t. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

He leaves you in the warmth of your apartment as he faces the bitter cold of the winter. His reddened face is hidden almost completely by a thick beanie, layers of clothing doing their best to protect his frail body underneath. You watch from your bedroom window as his figure treks down the street, disappearing around a concrete corner. Only then does it begin to snow.

. . .

Seven months prior

You are sobbing.

. . .

Six months prior

You are crying.

. . .

Five months prior

You are tearing up.

. . .

Four months prior

You are expressionless.

. . .

Three months prior

You are listening.

. . .

Two months prior

You are speaking.

. . .

One month prior

You are smiling.

. . .

Present day

You are sobbing.

It only took those few words from Nicholas for you to break down, the storm overtaking your emotions mirroring the one outside your window. Your sobs oddly harmonize with Nicholas’s own, both of your sadness manifesting in the same way despite the very different reasons for it. It’s as if you exist in a strangely cast musical, with Nicholas in the role of the heartbreaker and you in the role of the heartbroken.

But now, you can’t quite pinpoint whether or not your tears stem from that same heartbreak you experienced eight months ago, or if it’s brewing from something deeper.

“You don’t get to just say that,” you hiccup. “After all these months of nothing! You broke up with me without even explaining why.”

Nicholas winces at the harsh tone of your voice, ducking his head to look at the floor. “I know. Fuck, I know. And I’m sorry. I just had to tell you how I felt…how I still feel.”

The ceramic mug makes a soft clinking sound as Nicholas places it on the coffee table, the tea it housed probably having grown cold. It’s enough to force the space into a bout of tense silence, the only interruptor being the steady patter of rain against the window panes. You imagine that the next boom of thunder will be strong enough to shake the apartment, strong enough to shock you out of this nightmare in which your ex boyfriend still loves you.

You swallow thickly, forcing your tears to subside for a moment. “Then why? Why did you leave me?”

“Because,” Nicholas sighs. “I was scared.”

The Nicholas you used to know was rarely ever scared. He didn’t blink an eye when he would get weird stares over his unique fashion choices. He would laugh in the face of the most insidious horror movies and cringe at their jump scares. You deemed him your knight in shining armor, ready to slay any dragon that dared come close.

“You? Scared of what?”

Nicholas smiles sadly. “Do you remember when we went Thanksgiving shopping?”

You remember it vividly. The day had been abnormally warm for November, so you were clad in one of Nico’s tee shirts and a pair of old yoga pants. The store was immensely crowded, so much so that the two of you ended up pressed together like sardines in the aisle. It wasn’t that bad overall until you and a random lady had both reached for the last can of cranberry sauce. She tried to argue you down for it, making a case that since she was older, she deserves the can and everything. While she was so busy yelling, you grabbed the can, stuck out your tongue, and left.

“That lady was just yelling and yelling, and you grabbed that can, and took me with you. When I was following behind you, or I guess you were dragging me by the hand, I couldn’t help but think ‘gosh, I love you so much’. I loved you so much that it scared me.”

Something flutters in your core. “Nico—,”

“We’re so young, and yet, every time I looked at you, I couldn’t think about anything but growing old together. Hell, I used to stay up at night thinking about what our kids would look like. That’s how much I loved you, Y/N. And I felt like I was smothering you. You had your job and you would come home and read and cook and I would just be distracting you and begging for your attention. Do you know how sad that is? It almost felt like it wasn’t healthy. So I had to leave. I had to let you live.”

A tense silence overtakes the apartment, sucking all of the oxygen from the room. Your fingers busy themselves by playing with the frayed ends of a tattered blanket. It’s the one that Nicholas got you for your first Christmas spent together, forest green with red hearts etched across its surface. You wouldn’t dare to admit that you haven’t spent a single night without snuggling with it, tucking it under your chin and breathing in its faded scent. It’s the very scent that strikes you with a bout of confidence, looking directly into the gaze of the man across from you.

“Nico, what makes you think that I would want to live without you?”

Plush lips part into a surprised “o” as Nicholas looks at you. His reddened eyes scan your face, as if searching for a reason to not believe you. It takes a few seconds for him to complete his assessment, mouth shutting silently. He nods once, twice, clearly mulling something over in his head, always extremely cautious before he speaks. You used to wish he was more forthcoming, and just said whatever was on the tip of his tongue. After all, it was what got you both into this situation in the first place.

“I thought you needed to,” Nicholas confesses. “I couldn’t stand feeling like I was holding you back.”

You laugh soullessly. “You know that I stopped reading after you left. I haven’t picked up a book in months.”

“Why?”

You try not to coo at the confusion etched across the man’s face. “Because fantasy didn’t seem as magical if I didn’t have a spectacular reality to come back to. You were spectacular, Nico. We were spectacular.”

Many would say that the mundane simply couldn’t be spectacular, but you thought that couldn’t be further from the truth. There was something about cooking dinner for the two of you that lit your core up. Sharing chaste kisses over the pages of a book made you smile like no other. Playing dress up in the mall and buying matching accessories was simply joyous. Being with Nicholas was magical, in the same way that spinning straw into gold was.

When he left, a permanent tempest hung over your head. Storm clouds pelted you with the harshest rains with no relief. A tornado of emotions constantly tore through your body. And just when the skies began to clear, here comes Nicholas flashing back into your life like a lightning strike.

“So, what are you saying?” Nicholas asks, voice barely a whisper.

“Do you want to be with me?”

“More than anything.”

The rain has softened against the window, slowing to a mellow drizzle.

“Then let’s be together.”

Nicholas sniffles, eyes falling shut. “Please don’t joke with me right now.”

You can’t help but let out a wet chuckle at the desperation coloring Nicholas’s voice. It prompts you to cross the distance on the couch until you settle right next to him. His hands are still chilled when you grab them, resting them both in your lap. The calloused skin of his palms feels so familiar against your papercut riddled fingers.

“Look at me,” you coo, smiling softly when the man across from you obliges. “I’m not joking. I want to be together as long as you promise to be upfront with me. And, you have to know that I love you. I want a future with you. That’s nothing to be scared of.”

“But—,”

“No buts. Promise me.”

Nicholas eyes your intertwined hands, softly flexing his fingers where they sit in between yours. It’s only after you give his hands a firm squeeze that his lips part in a smile. He laughs once, as if in disbelief, before meeting your gaze once again.

“I promise.”

Your lips are only able to smile for a brief second before a mouth covers them. It shocks you for a moment, until you melt into the familiarity of slightly chapped lips moving against yours. You can feel where Nicholas can’t really stop smiling, letting out a small giggle when your teeth clack together. It doesn’t deter either of you, though, simply content to continue trading giggles and kisses.

It takes a handful of minutes for you two to part, the stream of kisses never escalating further. The small distance between the two of you proves to be too much for Nicholas, who wraps a hand around your waist to pull you even closer. He scoops your legs into his lap, allowing you to sit draped across him. It’s the perfect position to allow you to look up at him, admiring the soft slope of his nose and the pretty curve of his lips. You find yourself pushing back his fringe in order to more clearly see his eyes. They are still red rimmed, but it does little to obscure the simple adoration in his gaze.

The intensity of his stare forces you to look away, attempting to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. You end up peering beyond the window, noticing the hints of sunlight that are beginning to peek through the clouds. You smile, watching as the world begins to be illuminated bit by bit.

“Look, it stopped raining,” you tell Nicholas.

When you turn to face the man, he is still staring down at you, a soft smile lighting up his face.

“I had a feeling it would.”

.FIN.

#starrihan recs #I have never been more entranced in a fic #and the details #I felt like I was in this fic like my heart was breaking in real time #wang nicholas #&team nicholas #&team #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team angst #&team smut #written in the stars #nicholas imagines #&team x reader

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starrihan · 2 months ago

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my Leehan brain rot will never end 😩😩

just saw your post about wanting more anons so here I am 🤭 your blog is so delicious oh my god sorry for basically spam liking your recent posts! (you might know who I am because of that 🤭)

but I just CANNOT get leehan out of my mind 😩😩 could you imagine a lazy weekend in and you’re bored so you try to seduce him but he’s not giving in on purpose just to tease you

like he’s gonna give it to you anyways he just wants to play with you a bit first since you won’t directly tell him what you want 🤤😵‍💫

this ask.... ily.... and dw ill pretend like idk who u are 🫡🫡 THANK YEW!! had this sitting in my drafts im sorry </3 lowkey had to brainstorm for this one.. sorry for the abrupt ending i didnt want to make it too long !!!

leehan would literally act soooo cluess just to see how far youd go, he can be so mean sometimes :(( he'd make you practically embarass yourself when your literally just trying to get his cock inside you.

youre wearing skimpy short clothes and he knows its on purpose, watching as you bend over to pick something up and look back at him teasingly. hes not falling for it. youll press your ass against his crotch or squeeze your breasts together while your hardened nipples poke out your thin top. hes not giving in though and your getting more and more frustrated with the stoic look on his face :( him only raising an eyebrow at your antics, making you slightly embarrassed that all your attempts to seduce him are practically going to waste. leehan would even tease you back! lingering touches and on your thighs, squeezing them gently just to get you even more riled up. leehan knew he was gonna give you what you wanted, he just wanted to hear it come out of your pretty mouth.

eventually he'll ask you what you think your doing and you just shrug using the excuse that your not doing anything! you just happenedd to drop the tv remote on the ground and bent over to pick it up, and you just happenneeeddd to press up against his crotch even though you had so much room infront of you to walk. hes not buying it because he knows its not true, he knows exactly what your doing- he just wants to mess with you :3 seeing you pout whenever your attempts fail makes him so hard

after hours of him ignoring your teases, leehan finally give in and will tell you to "use your words and tell me what you want instead of acting like... this." :(

"i dunno what you mean leehan..." you protest, pressing your breasts together, watching the way leehans eyes travel down to look at your cleavage.

suddenly leehan patted his thigh motioning you over to sit down on it. when you sit down on his thigh he can immediately feel your wettness seeping through your shorts and onto his thigh. he'd chuckle looking up at you "youre so wet for me. just use your words like a good girl maybe ill give you what you want, yeah?" his hands running up and down your waist pulled a needy whine from you.

"you know what i want though!" youd cry out holding onto his shoulders. hes such a tease, even more than you are and its getting you frustrated. "i wanna hear you say it though." he'd give you the sweetest puppy eyes that you cant say no to. you squirm on his lap, the friction making you pant quietly.

"o-okay," you whine giving in, "i want you to... i want your cock. want you to fuck me, please ive been waiting all day!" he chuckles nodding, letting his fingers slip below your waistband and taking off your bottoms along with your panties in one swift motion. you can sense his desperation in the way he rid you off your clothes so quicka and how pushing his sweatpants down to his knees with such urgency. his cock was standing tall against his tummy.

he hummed tapping your clit making you jolt, he watched as your wetness clings to his fingers with every tap, "should i play with you for a bit or get right to what you want?" he hummed circling your clit. he wasnt really asking you, he was gonna do whatever he wanted- but whats the harm in trying? you whine, "leehan please just give me what i want! please ill be so good, you know i will." you begged hand flying down to stroke his cock, maybe this will convince him to just fuck you already.. his eyes stared down at your cunt while he played with your folds, "already begging?" he hummed making you whine, "i guess youre being convincing, ill fuck you like the good girl you are okay? say thank you~" he smiled patting your ass gently (yall know what smile im talking abouttt hehe)

you let out a breath you didnt even know you were holding in, "t-thank you.." you squeal as he flips you over onto your back slamming into you so rough already, "l-leehan! holy shit-"

his hands came flying up to your face, cooing gently. his sweet actions seriously contradicted the way he was slamming into your pretty pussy so ruthlessly. "isnt this what you wanted? to be fucked? you werent expecting me to be mean after you teased me all day pretty girl?" he talked to you so sweetly but his hips snapping against yours was anything but sweet. loud moans were ripped from your lungs, nails digging into his shoulders.

usually he was anything but mean, sex with him was usually silly or romantic. but god, how you loved when he was mean. his actions and his sweet coos were so different from how he pounded into your sweet pussy. you were teasing him all day, isnt this what you expected?

leehan giggled at your moans and at the way your eyes rolled back and your back arched off the couch. you looked so sexy like this. his head came down between the crook if your neck to suck hickeys.

"l-leehanie please im so close- o-oh god" you cry out, tears pricking your eyelashes threatening to fall from how good leehan was fucking into you. his thrusts faltered slightly, a sign that he was close as well.

"me- me too baby, cmon cum with me. youve been waiting all day for this havent you?" he groaned hiding his face between the crook of your neck while you clenched around him cumming with a loud moan. leehan twitched inside you pulling out quickly so he could cum all over your tummy

#oh my im at a loss for words #because how do I get leehan #and how do I get him to do that to me #THE TEASING AND PUPPY EYES #i love mean leehan fics like he’s so playfully mean but he would def leave you so frustrated #hazeytae ‎#bnd smut #boynextdoor smut #leehan smut #starrihan recs

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starrihan · 7 days ago

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you are so funny I can’t 😭

well, my boyfriend's in a band ~ boynextdoor smau

chapter two "green man?!"

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a/n : eventually these will be longer posts but y'all gotta bare with me for right now we're in the beginning phases LMAO

taglist !! : @conwunder @8makes1atom @s0shroe

#starrihan recs #‘by dressing like taesan?’ SENT ME BRO THAT WAS SO FUNNY #also leehan wanting to know who gir was is so like him #i miss invader zim #boynextdoor smau #boynextdoor #bbnexdo #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor x you #boynextdoor x y/n #boynextdoor headcanons

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starrihan · 12 days ago

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oml new series from kimmi im so excited im biting my nails please update all the time (obvs go at your own pace but just know that i never think you post too much too fast i love it)

THE ENGAGEMENT GAME - enhypen smau

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ SYNOPSIS : Forced to enroll in an elite school and bound by an arranged engagement, you must uncover which of the Seven Heirs is your fiancé before the school year ends—or face a life you didn’t choose. As rumors spread and secrets unravel across campus, the boys turn your struggle into a game, but the lines between truth and desire blur, leaving you to question everything, including your own heart. Will you uncover the truth before it’s too late? And what happens when you start falling for the person you least expected?

CHAPTER 1 - engaged to WHO?!?!

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@coriihanniee ☁️

taglist : @lvlyhiyyih @supi-wupi @tinyelfperson @8makes1atom @s0shroe @imhereonlytoreadxoxo @mydeepestsecrects @brownetry @pumpkg @heeheesang @jungwonbropls @nujeskz @enaile23

#starrihan recs #i love my moots😚#i have so many predictions im so excited #off the bat i have a feeling i know who it’s about 🤔#i guessed correctly about who guess who! was about so imma trust my gut here #can’t wait for the updates!#enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader

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starrihan · 13 days ago

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oh my god im bricked up rn this was so good 😫😫

Experience - Koga Yudai ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

Content: +18 MDNI Blowjob, fem!readerx K inexperienced!reader x experienced! K, dirty talking, dacryphilia. Reader will call him "Kei" , Best Friends!To lovers

“In which reader is insecure about her inexperience in sex, so her best friend offers to help.”

It was another weekend night in which you really didn't have much to do, everyone else had plans already and although you were invited to a few of them, you decided to reject them and instead, preferred to stay at your dorm, maybe watch a movie and order some pizza.

The truth is, all of your best girlfriends had couples, and you were the only one left single in the group. You didn't really care that much, they were still good friends to you, and their boyfriends were really sweet guys, however, it made you feel lonely when all of them got to go on dates and romantic plans, you wished you had that too sometimes. Although you were doing great on your own, in nights like this, you wished there was someone you could cuddle and hug.

It wasn’t only that, to be honest. When you and your friends hung out, they would start talking about their experiences with their boyfriends, sexual experiences, to be especific. They would giggle while they talked about how good they made them feel, and how awesome the sex was. You enjoyed the stories, laughing with them and teasing them too, however, at one point it started to make you really insecure, since you’d never had that for yourself.

The curiosity was killing you, you wanted to experience that, to be able to find out what was so awesome about it, if it was true that boys could make you feel that good.

You weren't even an ugly girl, you were actually really pretty, and a lot of guys had showed interest for you in the past, but nothing ended up working out.

You sighed, scrolling through your phone on social media, laying on your bed with your favourite pajama set, you didn't want to admit that you were actually really bored.

As if heaven had heard you, a notification popped out.

Kei: Yo, what you doing tonight?

You opened the message and smiled at you best friend's text.

Kei was your best friend since almost 5 years ago, you met each other thanks to mutual friends, and got along right away. Everyone would talk about how particular this friendship was, since you were the quiet girl, a little shy, not so many friends, and barely went out, and he was the social butterfly guy, the popular, almost every girl at college was totally obsessed with him, but for you, he was more than that. He was the only guy you could really trust, he had held your hair in parties so you could throw up in the toilet, helped you with complicated homework, wiped your tears during your first breakup, bought the best birthday presents for you, and was always in the good and bad moments of your life. He was the best friend any girl could ask for.

Y/N: Not much, in bed, bored :(

He replied almost immediately.

Kei: I'll be on your place in 10, order pizza!! :)

You smiled again, he was always like this, didn't even care to ask if he could come, sometimes he would even show up uninvited.

You got up from bed and organised your dorm a bit, cleaned up the little mess you had, called the pizza restaurant and ordered his favourite (pepperoni) and put on a random movie, waiting for him to show up.

In exactly ten minutes, a knock on your door.

"Fuck the guys, always putting me aside" He didn't even said hi, taking off his shoes and getting inside, placing a little kiss on your head before jumping right into your bed.

His hair was a little messy, you could tell he was probably laying in bed too, wearing only grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie. His long body taking up almost your whole bed, his legs hanging from the edge. His perfume's scent invaded the air, and completely took over you vanilla- scented air freshener.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes before closing the door. You stood up in front of him, crossing your arms on your chest.

"They have girlfriends now, Kei." You raised an eyebrow, teasing him before climbing on bed too, laying by his side.

He let out a groan, an annoyed look on his pretty face.

"I know, but still, no time for me?" He faked a pout, and you couldn't help but chuckle again. "At least I have my pretty wonderful stunning beautiful best friend who would never put me aside" He said with cloying voice and hugged you aggressively, you pushed him.

"Yeah well, wait until I found my own boyfriend" You teased, taking the tv remote in your hand before pressing play on the movie.

"God forbid!".

The night continued as most of the times, you watched the movie, ate the pizza, laughed at each others jokes, and even gossiped a bit. You always enjoyed your time with him, suddenly forgetting all your problems, he had that kind of effect in you, and that's why you loved his friendship so much. He felt like home to you.

His laugh was so loud, he had the habit to clap when dying of laughter, and you had stolen that habit too, subconsciously. Sometimes his face would become all red from laughing so much, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"So you're saying that Chaewon cheats on her boyfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, really enjoying the tea, he was always so nosy.

You nodded, taking the last bite of your slice of pizza before closing the box and throwing it on the floor besides the bed. He would always throw it on the trash before leaving your dorm.

"Yeah, with that guy from the football team, she sucks his dick on his car" You chuckled, and he gasped.

"Damn, that's wrong" He shook his head, which was laying lazily on the wall "However, can't blame him, a good head can drive a man crazy" He said and laughed, you fake laughed too, suddenly tense at the joke, remembering your conversations with your friends, where they would make jokes like this and you would laugh as if you'd understood.

"Yeah..." You looked at the now turned off tv, sighing slowly, thinking of another topic to talk about, since this one made you uncomfortable.

Kei noticed the change on your tone and your face, frowning his eyebrows and sitting straight on your bed, he placed a hand on your thigh.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head.

You looked at him, shaking your head and smiling softly. "Nothing"

You didn't want to tell him your thoughts, how insecure it made you being the only one on your friend group that didn't have the experience in things like sex, that sometimes you felt almost like a loser, even if you knew that it didn't make you one, you were only waiting for the perfect moment.

But you wanted it so bad too.

Kei let out a groan.

"Bullshit, something's on your mind" he sat closer, rubbing your thigh with his thumb. "You know you can tell me anything" his sweet tone made you sigh, you knew that, but you were also embarrassed.

You wet your lips before talking, sitting straight too and looking at him, then your own hands, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie.

"It's just that, I don't know. Sometimes when me and the girls talk about these things, things they do with boys, it makes me a little... uncomfortable" You looked up at him, biting your lip. "Not because I think it's taboo or something, just... you know, I've never done anything like that"

He looked at you with his lips parted, a little confusion on his face.

"And even though I don't really care that much, sometimes I wish I knew what it feels like, to feel good, and to make a guy feel good" You sighed again, your cheeks suddenly red, even if he was your best friend, you were embarrassed about this confession.

"You've never done... anything?" He looked surprised, and you rolled your eyes. "I mean! I thought you may have! You don't have to tell me everything, so I thought you did but didn't want to tell me"

You let out and exasperated sigh, laying again on your back, looking at the ceiling.

"Forget it."

"Okay, sorry, sorry, but hey, you can talk to me about this and you know it. Why does it make you insecure? No one cares if you haven't done anything" He looked down at you, his elbow resting by your side.

You covered your face with your hand, not wanting him to notice your rosy cheeks.

"I know that, Kei. But as a girl, you can't help it, I want to feel desired, I want to know what it feels like to feel good and make a man feel good, i don't know, maybe there is something wrong with me, maybe I'm not pretty enough, or hot enough, or maybe-"

"You know that's not true." His voice sounded a little more serious this time when he cut you off, and you frowned your eyebrows at him, blinking twice. "You're a gorgeous girl, and you're very hot".

A silence stablished between you two, and you sighed before looking at the ceiling again, so ashamed, you just didn't want to talk about it anymore, you were starting to feel silly.

Kei kept his eyes on you, like analysing something you could't really guess, you squirmed on the bed, crossing your arms again, the silence so loud, something in the air you couldn't tell.

After a few minutes, he finally broke the silence.

"I could help you if you want".

You stayed still, blinking again. What did he mean by 'help you'.

"I'm not interested in any of your friends-"

"I don't mean that."

Oh.

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. He was looking you straight in your eyes, his jaw clenched, he swallowed, his dark eyes sparkly.

You sat up again, shaking your head multiple times, you could almost laugh about how silly it sounded. Him? Help you gain experience in sex? Your best friend in the whole world?

"No. Don't be silly, you're my best friend" Your voice sounded weak when you said it, he kept his hand on your thigh, now grabbing it.

"I know, that's why I think there's no better option. You trust me and I trust you, right?"

You took a deep breath, he was looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

The silence stablished again for a few minutes, you playing with your hands, him looking at you while you took your time to think.

This was Kei, your Kei, your best friend who you'd always thought of as a brother, the one who teased you, pranked you and treated you like an annoying little sister. You couldn't even imagine doing something like that with him.

But also.

He was Kei, your handsome best friend, who always smelled so good, who had those manly big hands, very well trained body, who all the girls drooling over him and talking about how good he was in bed, who had that perfect smile and laugh that made you forget everything that concerned you, who would always stay by your side, who you would trust in any situation, who had done anything for you even the impossible, who you trusted with your life, who felt like home to you.

You sighed again.

"Fine, help me."You were now shy to look at him, but you did anyways, feeling a shiver down your spine when he smirked a bit, rubbing your thigh again.

"I promise I won't make it awkward, you know you can trust me."

You nodded slowly, tucking a few strings of your hair behind your ears, feeling very nervous. You didn't want to ruin this.

"What do you want to learn?" he asked so casually, it made you feel even dumber.

You looked at his face for a few seconds, there was not a clue of teasing on his voice, he was completely serious about this, and you wanted to laugh at how absurd all of this sounded, however, and to be honest, it was true that there was not a better option.

You thought for a minute, and the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Teach me how to suck... you know." You spoke quietly, and he took a few seconds before taking a deep breath, the hand that was on your thigh now running through his silky brown hair.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to give head." Now there was a little bit of tease on his voice, and you pushed his arm softly, a blush on your cheeks.

"Don't say it like that!"

"Oh now you wanna be classy" He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, getting up feeling completely embarrassed. Forget it, you weren't doing this.

But before you could run away to hide in the bathroom, he took your wrist, making you fall onto his lap, grabbing your hips before taking you in for a kiss.

You gasped, taking a few seconds before reciprocating the kiss, closing your eyes and letting him do his thing. It was weird, you were on top of your best friend, kissing him, you never thought this would happen. You didn't even notice how tense you were until you weren't anymore, when his tongue explored your mouth and you whimpered, the kiss getting sloppier and deeper, you tilted your head, sighing above his mouth, the shiver on your spine going down until your core when he bit your lower lip and gripped your waist so you could feel him getting hard in his sweats. Nobody had ever kissed you like this before, it was a crush of lips, tongues and teeth. His scent was all over the air now, and it was driving you crazy, his big hands running from your waist to your thighs, then to your chest, beneath your hoodie, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it softly, making you squirm and your skin crawl, you couldn't help but let out a little moan, he was letting out little sighs too.

He broke the kiss, looking at you straight in the eye, his own shining with something you couldn't tell.

"Get on your knees." His words were soft but demanding, and you bit your lip, which was swollen from the kiss.

You obeyed immediately, while he sat on the edge of the bed, your head spinning, you couldn't believe this was real life. You let your knees touch the floor of your bedroom, and looked up at him, his long legs by your sides, your heart pounding on your chest. Everything started to feel blurry, you felt so hot and dizzy, you couldn't think straight.

He cupped your cheek with his hand, tracing circles with his thumb, you leaned to his touch, his skin was a little calloused, but it felt so good when he caressed you like this, you almost melted, closing your eyes and rubbing your cheek on his palm, you didn't see but he smirked.

"When you're going to go down on a guy, you need to tease a bit first." he talked slowly, his voice deeper than before, the air filled with tension. "For example..."

He traced his thumb across your lower lip, and you blinked before parting your lips, his finger entering your mouth, and you sighed before closing your lips around it, sucking slowly, running your tongue over it, you could see how his jaw clenched, something shifting in his eyes, before he started thrusting it in and out, your saliva glistening around it, he pressed it down on your tongue.

"Open." And you obeyed, opening your mouth and letting him reach your throat with his thumb, this made you gag a little bit, you took a deep breath through your nose, your eyes watering. "That's it." He smirked again, and you kept sucking his finger, almost moaning around it, you didn't know why it felt so good, but you loved the expression on his face, as if he was trying to hold himself back, it made you squirm on the floor, the tingles between your legs.

He removed his finger, a thread of spit between it and your mouth, you swallowed, batting your eyelashes so you could clear you eyesight from your watery eyes.

"Now, rub me above the clothes" his voice was almost a whisper, and you hesitated before putting your hands on his thighs, running them up and down, slowly, and then you reached his crotch, you met up with his already hardened cock, and you almost gasped at how big it felt even above the cotton of his sweatpants.

You ran your hand up and down, gripping a little tight which made him hiss through his teeth and rock his hips upwards, you glanced up at him again and he nodded, encouraging but also kind of desperate. This made you gain confidence, and you kept groping his length, wetting your lips which were starting to feel a little dry.

"Alright, take them off." He said, breathing heavily.

You took the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifted his hips just enough so you could pull them down to his toes, then your eyes opened wide when you realised he wasn't wearing any underwear, his full-hard cock in front of your face, the swollen, red tip leaking precum, the veins popping out. You took another deep breath, glancing up at him, he wet his lips before speaking.

"Start licking, slowly, from the base to the tip. Take your time there, it's the most sensitive part, tease a bit. Look at me when you do it, eye contact is important in oral sex".

You nodded, hesitating again before wrapping his cock with your hand, this one looking so delicate and small in comparison with his size. You leaned in, sticking your tongue out before licking how he ordered, slowly, from the base, taking your time to feel the veins on your tongue, making your way up to the tip, on which you traced circles around it, tasting the salty precum and this made your mouth water even more. He tensed up in your bed, grabbing the sheets in his fist, hissing again a bit louder, his eyes where connected with yours, his look filled with lust.

"That's it, such a good girl". You whimpered at the praise, it made you feel good that he was enjoying this, and it made you enjoy it even more.

You repeated the process, going from the tip to the base, covering his length with your saliva, tasting him on your tongue and licking him with devotion, you wanted him to love this. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Now suck, take your time with it, take me as far as you can, breathe with your nose so you don't choke, try not to rub your teeth." His voice was still sweet, like he was teaching you something from school, so patient, but also so deep, filled with desire and lust, it made you shiver.

You nodded again, looking at his glistening cock before wrapping your mouth around the tip, and you sucked. He let out a small groan, and you took him deeper on your mouth, relaxing your jaw and feeling him until you felt like gagging, your eyes started to water again, you breathed through your nose before you kept going, you took him so deep that you could feel him on the back of your throat. You looked up at him, and the sight made you squirm again on the floor. His head was thrown back, he was biting his lip, he placed his hand gently on your head. And you started moving, sucking him up and down, tracing his cock with your tongue, swallowing his taste and gagging around him, your hand reached the part that your throat couldn't, and you moved it along with your head, this made him groan again.

"Fuck yeah, that's it." he hissed, his grip on your hair getting tighter, but he didn't pushed. Not yet.

You kept going, until you were almost moaning around him, a mess of saliva around the corners of your lips, your eyes so watery every time you suppressed a gag, he seemed to like that, he was whimpering and groaning, cursing breathless. Your throat closed around his cock, and you kept bumping your head, with more confidence now, your jaw dripping your own saliva, falling onto the floor and your own knees.

He was a mess, grabbing your hair and cursing out loud, hissing between his teeth and groaning your name, biting his lips, he kept his eyes on you, and you locked your hazy view on his, he groaned louder. It was such an obscene scene, you kept remembering this was your best friend, but for some reason you liked it even more, knowing him from a long time and getting to see him like this, and it was you making him feel good.

“Look at you crying and drooling all over me, so pretty.” He praised again and you moaned, rocking your hips so you rubbed yourself against your toe, needing some release from the pain between your legs, he saw this and smirked. “You’re loving this aren’t you? Rubbing yourself while you choke around me. You’re a natural, baby, didn’t need to learn shit”.

You let out a sound that was like a cry, and he grabbed your hair tighter, taking his cock out as you breathed heavily, your chest moving up and down, he made you look at him, a mischievous smile on his face, your nose running just like your eyes, your whole face red. You felt like you were about to pass out, your heart racing, the your lungs looking for air.

“Open.”

And you did. You opened your mouth again and he inserted himself again, to the bottom of your throat, you shut your eyes and grabbed his thighs for balance when he started to thrust his hips slowly, but with strength, in and out of your mouth, using it, now face-fucking you, more groans and raw moans leaving his lips, you’ve never heard such a hot sound.

It was so messy, your forehead wet from sweat, your cheeks from spit and tears, the gagging sounds combined with his manly moans, your gasps for air, you loved it, you were absolutely going crazy, you loved his grip on your hair, you loved the faces he was making, how his jaw was clenched, how he bit his lip, how he talked between his teeth.

"Fuck, I'm close".

He pulled back and sat again on the bed, stroking himself real fast, his bicep bumping, a vein popping out, whimpering, you just watched, still rubbing yourself on your toe, the wetness and stickiness on your panties almost impossible to ignore.

"Open your mouth baby."

And you did, you watched how he touched himself, his hand covered in your spit and his precum, the tip of his cock swollen and red, and you sticked your tongue out, waiting for him to release himself, which he did. You felt the warm strips falling on your mouth, on your cheeks, on your jaw, some even on the skin of your knees, it was a complete mess, and you loved every second of it, how he trembled and arched his back cumming all over your face.

"Fuck." He sighed deeply, and you took the cum with your fingers and licked them clean, he glanced at you, with a little smile on his lips.

He grabbed your hand and helped you get up, cupped your face with his hands and leaned you in for a kiss, you melted into the kiss as he tasted himself on your mouth, exploring with his tongue like he did before, before pushing you onto the bed.

You chuckled once the kiss broke, he looked at you with sparkly eyes, as if something new had grown inside him.

"You're so perfect, that was the best blowjob ever" He said and you chuckled, pushing his chest and rolling your eyes.

"Don't lie to me"

He kissed you again, and you let him.

"I'm not lying, but there's still so much more I can teach you".

You sighed, knowing then that this wouldn't be the last lesson from your best friend.

my first Kei drabble! hope you enjoy it <3 if so, please like and reblog! my requests are now open 💗

#starrihan recs #thank you for this beautifully crafted piece #i wish he was real #&team smut #&team imagines #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&team x reader #&team #&team k #&team koga yudai #koga yudai #k

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starrihan · 11 days ago

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LOVE IS A SCIENCE ! ──── ❪ hirota maki ❫

synopsis : you first meet maki when he sits next to you during a lab practical. despite your best efforts, though, it feels like no matter how hard you try, you can never seem to have any other classes scheduled with him. so, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

pairing : unistudent!maki x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, y/n and maki are lowkey dumb

genre : strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, university au, mainly smau, but will contain some written parts as well

with : &team maknae line, boynextdoor's woonhak, leehan & taesan , lesserafim’s eunchae, njz’s haerin and minji, tws' jihoon & hanjin, nmixx's kyujin, kickflip's minje, zb1's : gunwook & gyuvin

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starrihan · 9 days ago

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I will preface this by saying I did skip past most of the smut (sorry I love you, you know how I am) but I really just wanted to support your work!! I loved this idea and how you executed it not to mention how funny you are I LOVE the brain rot lingo! I know how hard you worked on it so I hope this boosts it a little more 💕

Anyways please check out my darling Lien’s fics yall it’s worth it I promise 🙏🏽

(And screw this app for shadowing your posts)

secret relationship as a staff member w/ maki!

pair. idol!maki x fem!reader; wc. 3,846

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, brain rot words, w some stupid ass memes + texts; race neutral reader, mentions of the other members, “forbidden” love, secret relationship, kissing, groping, dry humping, cum swallowing, sexting, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, sneaking out, tit play, oral (f receiving), protected sex, creampie, aftercare, a bit of “angst” at the end, use of “beautiful”

note. this is lwk a really late happy one month to my account, so cheers to 300 of you! this has been sitting on my brain and i need it OUT GETEOUTGOETOYT this is like 70% written, 30% texts if u say anything abt the small inconsistencies im hunting u down watch ur back

ok so like backstory before we get into the smut you fiends

you’re a pretty young staff member for the teamies but you’re really only a standby staff member ex you carry their stuff, get them water, stuff like that. but that doesn’t mean maki hasn’t had his eyes on you since the beginning……..

all the little things you said, interested maki so much. did you text this way to the other members? did you care about them like this? did you give them nicknames? it ate at his brain he was literally trying to reason what makes you so different. other staff didn’t act like this. was it because you were his age? no. there was another staff member that was born in 2000 and didn’t act this way to him. you scratched his brain just right, he waited day and night for more texts from you. all the texts were professional, but the way you spoke…

you were so… loveable?

you on the other hand was plotting lwk… you freak! yeah sure, maki is around your age, he’s super fucking fine, he’s so funny, he’s like lwk perfect… would anyone blame you if you tried to bag him? can’t hurt if you placed a you shaped worm in his head… right?

OH YOU LOCKED IN AYYYYYYY

maki felt some type of way… was it love? like damn shawty remembered how i liked burritos so she got me them???? shawty’s first thought was me???????

you felt proud. you wanted maki to know you fw him like that. but like nonchalant rightttt you attract. you don’t chase. you js chill like that! but this could cost you ur job– oup WHO SAID THATTTTTTTT!

you left a mark on maki’s heart. let’s see if he could leave one on yours….????

AYYYY HE WANT YOU SO BADDDD AYYYYY

maki was feeling so good. he just bagged a baddie lfg boys! but the question stands. how is he gonna make you like HIS??

after maki #AIRBALLED his confession basically the members made fun of him.

the teamies rn are stressed asf that maki is gonna airball again but who knows? will he bag you? (spoilers, he will)

it’s after practice and maki nearly runs to the bathrooms to see you there, standing by the doors. maki is nearly pissing his fucking pants but he smiles when you make eye contact with him. he motions his hands so the two of you are behind a wall where no one could see you two. maki breathes, “y/n. you doing those little things. calling me nicknames, taking care of me, talking to me like a normal person rather than an idol– and i think you’re really fucking beautiful too with a godsend personality– anyways i loved it all. i might be batshit crazy but–! i like... really like you a lot so… do you wanna try being sneaky about this?”

you hum at him, “yeah. let’s be sneaky.”

maki peers over the wall, making sure no one is nearby before cupping your face and quickly pecks you. “was that okay?” he laughs. “of course it is,” you whisper as you sling your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he slides his hands down to your sides. you envelop each other’s lips in just a few quick american kisses before maki pulls away, “i gotta go, text me?” he smiles as he lets go, quickly pecks you, and reaches his hand out when he leaves. “yeah, i will.”

maki can’t help it.

he excitedly pulls out his phone to immediately start texting the teamies.

although maki was concerned that his members believed in him, this new relationship of his was gonna be hard to cover up already. he missed the presence of your lips. they were soft, plush, he could still taste your lip balm that was on his lips.

it didn’t take long before maki decided to go from a secret relationship, to a risky relationship.

when you see maki, it was all over. he slips you away to a dressing room that wasn’t in use. it was almost too quick by how maki’s hands smoothed down your waist to grope at your ass. “maki—!” you whisper through the rough kisses, “you’re gonna— ruin my— clothes—!” maki sighs, “yeah— and?” maki runs his tongue along your lips, successfully slipping in his tongue to messily intertwine with yours. before you knew it, maki’s bulge was resting on your stomach, growing harder.

“maki— why are you hard?” you say breathless and let go of the kiss. maki furrows his brows, hands still on your ass, “doesn’t take an astrophysicist to know why.” you roll your eyes, “you go up in 30, we can’t have you hard.” maki takes a step to peer outside the door, “it’s okay, not that many people are around. just... grind on me.” he murmurs, taking your ass to hitch your clothed pussy up on this bulge.

although you were wearing some denim shorts, you could still feel how big maki was against you. you’re quietly moaning at the friction, you could feel how your panties were pooling with pleasure. “fuck— maki— you’re gonna make our underwear dirty.” you hiss, attempting to focus on your words. maki grunts, “are you gonna keep me— clean? like the staff member— you are?”

you could tell what maki was insinuating, he wanted head in some regard, but in reality maki was too caught up in the friction of pleasure, he was about to cum anyways. when you unbuckle maki’s jeans, you could see a small wet spot forming on his boxers, which was obviously from his precum. once you let his fat cock out free, the moment you wrapped your lips around maki’s tip, he busts right then in there in your mouth.

caught by surprise, you still allowed him to empty out his cock in your mouth, swallowing every bit. once he came, you come back up to him, “busting a little fast— aren’t we?” you giggle. “fuck, sorry, y/n— couldn’t handle it. i’ll treat you better later, trust me.” he comes back for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. you smile in the kiss as you buckle him back up after hearing a staff member yell, “all &team members, please get ready for rehearsal!”

“go up there, dog boy.” you say, letting go of the kiss once more. “yeah, yeah.” he mumbles as he gives you a few more kisses before opening the door and flashing you a small smile before he leaves.

that man will be the death of you.

but it gets even worse when you two are separated. for your position, you don’t get to travel with the teamies. you simply work with them in japan, rather than flying to korea with them. maki gets especially worked up when he can’t meet up with his darling staff member which happens to be in a secret relationship with him.

so what does he do? he obviously sexts you to eventual phone sex with you in a spare dressing room like always!

you see the call screen ringing, you prop yourself up your headboard before picking up, laying the phone flat against your ear. “hi, maki,” you sweetly chirp. maki groans from the other end, “hi, y/n,” he grits at first. “fuck. i’m so hard for you.” you airily sigh in response, “you’re making me wet from thinking about last time– i didn’t even cum.” you hear some squelchy noises from the other end, presumably maki fucking his fist full. you reciprocate, your fingers find their way in your underwear, starting to tease your clit. “sorry ‘bout that– i’ll fuck you good when i’m back in japan, i promise,” maki grunts out in response.

giggling at his promise, you murmur, “yeah? would you fuck me good? how’d you fuck me?” maki chuckles, “i’d fuck you so good. shit— i can imagine it. i’ve been needing that pussy since i felt it— gonna fuck that pretty face into the mattress or maybe even have your tits bounce f’ me.” maki speeds up his hand, twisting his cock as his eyes roll back. while your hand is jittery, rubbing faster circles as faint whines leave your lips. “god, maki—! need that fat cock again— need it fucking me good—!” your whines are turning into moans as your fingers keep at your cunt. maki’s hands feel like he’s suffocating his cock by hearing you speak.

“yeah? needing this cock actually fuck you good? don’t worry— i’ll fuck you good, so good.” maki grunts once more before gritting, “you gonna cum?” you nod repeatedly even if he couldn’t see you, “yeah, gonna— cum!” you release your orgasm, your juices leaking out your pussy, while maki cums all over his fingers.

maki throws his head back onto the wall, breathless, and his cock still jerking his entire release. your head is back into the headboard as your legs shake from your orgasm. maki croaks, “i swear i’ll fuck you so good when i’m back, beautiful.” you meekly respond, “i’ll be waiting.”

thank god for you, you didn’t wait long!

maki came back to japan a little later than usual. the sun has already gone down, the bustling city’s lights turned on, while average civilians are making their way back home. while you were getting ready to go to bed, you heard soft knocking on your apartment door. you look through the peephole, only to find maki standing there. you nearly swing the door open while whisper yelling, “it’s so fucking late?! why are you here?!’ maki grins after seeing you, “i had to sneak out and see you. been needing to fuck you so bad.” he lets himself in by immediately pressing his lips onto yours. he discards his outer layer of clothes, messily leaving them near your door.

you didn’t mind though. your hands are making their way underneath his hoodie, begging to be taken off. while his are on your hips, surprisingly guiding you back to your bed, even if it was his first time here. the kiss breaks by maki peeling off your oversized t-shirt. he comes down to one of your nipples to suck harshly at the bud, while his opposing hand works at the other, toying with it. your soft moans escape you as you look down at maki.

his sweats are low on his hips

his back is sculpted with muscle.

his black hair is tousled from being on the plane.

this was such a new sight you couldn’t ever think you’d see.

“you’re moaning so much, beautiful. you missed me that much?” maki teases as he switches his focus onto your other nipple. “y–yeah, miss you so– fucking much–!” you gasp at the feeling of maki sinking his teeth into a nipple while he rolls his finger into another. the icky feeling of your panties sticking to you was so apparent. your fingers are coiled into maki’s hair. his bulge is getting bigger by the second.

maki transitions his focus on your boobs to down your sternum. both hands are now teasing the waistband of your sweats as he kisses down to your stomach. maki looks up for a bit, seeing your hot face. your lips are parted and bitten, your eyes low in a haze, just nearly fucked out. he smirks as he pulls down your sweats and panties in one motion. he groans at the sight of your pussy. oh he’s been waiting– begging to have this pussy in his hands. he completely discards you clothes to your floor, leaving you completely bare.

he doesn’t hesitate before diving between your thighs. his hands are propping up your thighs, pads of his fingers pressing into them. your knees are bent over his shoulders as he licks flat tongued stripes along your pussy, gathering your wetness on his tongue, as he gazes up at you. he’s carefully analyzing what you flinch at. what you gasp at. and best of all, what you moan at. he’s teasing your clit, then mouthing your labia, then finally inserting his tongue in you.

he’s savoring you.

and he’s doing it so well.

it’s almost shocking to believe this is your first time fucking this man and he’s eating you like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world. “you taste– amazing,” maki chuckles through his work on your pussy. “gotta get used to this, beautiful– whenever i need a boost of energy– gonna need you to be my support,” maki breathes as he drinks up your cunt. you’re coming close to your orgasm, moaning and whimpering through maki’s tongue on you. you still manage to croak out, “what do you– mean by– that?” maki laughs, “wanna take you to a spare room– slip your panties to the side– and drink this pussy dry. it’ll be my– energy drink for the day. having you unable to stand– before i go up on stage.”

your brain starts going to overdrive hearing maki’s filthy words. fuck. you could imagine it so clearly. in a dark room, you’re struggling to keep your moans in as maki eat you out– your pussy juices being his driving force for the day. maybe maki has you on a table, maybe he’s lifting you up on the wall, maybe he has you sprawled on the floor, or maybe you’re standing and unable to maintain your composure.

you don’t know.

all you know is that maki is gonna be the one treating this pussy right– behind closed doors of course. you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, knowing your orgasm is coming soon. your thighs clamp around maki’s head, maki hums against your pussy, knowing your orgasm is also soon. in a few more movements, maki feels you releasing your orgasm on him. the wetness is staining his lips and chin– but he doesn’t care. he’s gonna drink you up anyways.

he lifts himself from your cunt to come and kiss you again, this time you can taste your cum on his lips. maki fiddles with his sweats, releasing his cock from his boxers as well. you pull back from the kiss, finally seeing the cock that you’ve been wanting so bad. you can tell maki was about to ask something, but you cut him off, “on the pill– just fuck me, maki,” you huff out, desperate for him to fuck you. maki laughs, “whatever you say, beautiful. just don’t back out.”

maki lines himself up to your cunt and easily slips in from his spit and your previous orgasm. your breath hitches from the fullness of his cock, making you bring an arm around maki’s neck. maki secures a hand on your waist, slowly easing himself in and out. your face is contorting to relaxed eyes and a slack jaw, something maki loves seeing. once you both get used to his pace, maki starts speeding up his hips. his cock is fully fucking itself into you, pulling out, and repeating.

his grip on your waist starts to become harsh.

your grip on his neck starts to falter.

what a perfect dynamic.

it doesn’t take long for maki to start fucking you so good like he promises. you start to feel your limbs go weak, while maki feels him grounding his hips further into you. the both of your moans are effortlessly falling from the both of your lips, without a care. “god– if i wasn’t an idol– i would fuck this pussy to the brim with my cum–!” maki groans out. your pussy is sucking him so right, it's impossible for him to not bust instantly just like last time. you whine out, “then fuck me– like you aren’t–! fuck me like you aren’t an idol– fill me up, maki–!”

you didn’t need to tell maki twice.

he grips your hips with both of his hands and fucks himself deeper. deeper than he ever has. he’s gonna fuck his pussy full, like he owns it. to you– he does.

maki’s precum is smearing against your gummy walls.

it’s staining them.

in his cum.

he keeps at his pace, fucking your pussy and your brain to mush. he can feel himself cumming soon and so do you. maki locks eyes with you, sighing how pretty you look. hair messy, eyes glossy, drool running down the side of your lip, mouth shakily chanting, “maki… maki… maki!” your tits are bouncing to ever thrust he gives you, your pussy taking him so good, not wanting him to leave or let go.

ironic, isn’t it?

you could say the same for maki. the small sweat patch on his covered forehead, eyes filled with lust for you, lips carelessly leaving praises of how his beautiful was taking his cock so good, veins bulging at the forearms. his hands– large hands, enveloping your waist as he drills himself further and further. cum is leaking from his tip and is pounded against your cervix over and over. making you his, he wouldn’t ever let cum leak this easily in anyone else.

very interesting.

once the both of you feel your orgasms coming, you let it all go. you release a guttural moan, clenching around him. maki grunts out each time his cock jerks in you. it takes a few seconds before maki slips himself out. he kisses your forehead before leaving to your bathroom to pick up a towel. he dabs his sweat as well as yours before cleaning the cum on the both of you. maki drops the towel on your bedside table before slipping both you and him underneath your covers.

“you okay, beautiful?” he extends his arms to have your face in the crook of his neck. you inhale, “yeah… you?” maki leaves a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “don’t worry about me, i filled you with my cum just now.” you laugh a bit, “which is the best outcome.”

dazed, the both of you fade off to sleep in each other’s arms.

you love your secret relationship with maki but, when you turn to your side and maki’s warmth is all gone after he snuck back out, you wonder if this relationship is even worth it when you can’t even have the simplest things like waking up next to him be consistent.

goes to show that there’s a reason why idols and staff shouldn’t date.

#starri ♡︎s lien #starrihan recs #kpop smut #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #&team smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #andteam smut #andteam hard thoughts

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starrihan · 20 days ago

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you know it’s gonna be a good day when the miscommunication series gets updated 🤧

miscommunication - heeseung's version

PAIRING: best friend heeseung x female reader WORD COUNT: 2.1k GENRE: crack, smut ; mdni AU: best friends to lovers(finally) WARNINGS: unprotected sex, dirty talk, strong language, nipple play, creampie SNAIL TRAIL: i decided to go about this different than how i originally planned so here is all of heeseung's texts AND his written part! thank you to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun for looking over this and thank you to all my tickets in the jayparked's garage discord server💛 to get updates and previews on my work before they get posted, join here(18+)

♡ ot7 texts part one ; part two ; part three ; part four ; part five ; part six ; part seven; part eight ♡ ♡ heeseung ; jay ; jake ; sunghoon ; sunoo ; jungwon ; riki ♡

You hear a rapid thundering of feet coming up the stairs towards your bedroom, but the sound stops right at the top. It’s hard not to laugh to yourself when you hear a soft knock on your door, picturing Heeseung collecting himself to not appear as eager as he probably is.

You sit up on your bed, still completely naked, and walk towards the door. It’s hard not to feel nervous, self doubt running rampant throughout your mind. You and Heeseung have been friends for such a long time, but you’ve been denying your feelings for him for just as long. It was hard to deny your crush for so long, but what kept you strong was the thought that someone like Lee Heeseung could never like someone average like you. So you were comfortable with just being his friend, doing everything you could to shove those feelings deep down. Years went by and the two of you became closer than ever. So close, in fact, that he was your emergency contact at work. And then you sent that stupid text that changed everything.

You thought he was just joking around at first, making fun of you even. But as more typos arose (some mistakes and some intentional), it was hard to convince yourself that he was merely messing around.

The doorknob is cold against your palm when you turn it.

You brace yourself to greet your friend, but before you can fully open your mouth, Heeseung’s large hands are cupping your face, his quivering lips inches from yours.

“Please tell me you meant it,” he whispers, thumbs brushing against your cheeks lightly, “please tell me you’re sure.”

Mouth dropping open slightly, the words don’t seem to want to come out. Seeing Heeseung’s hooded gaze and feeling the warmth of his hands against your skin is overwhelming. You used to dream of this, used to spend countless hours during the days and nights wondering what it would be like to be in a moment with him such as this.

Even though you’re naked in front of him, Heeseung’s eyes never leave yours and that small detail has your entire body feeling warm, a sense of comfort blooming in your chest. It’s enough for your voice to finally come back to you.

“Yes-” You don’t even get a chance to say ‘please’ like you were planning. Heeseung’s lips are against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. It’s slow and deliberate at first, the two of you finally exploring one another. Heeseung is savoring the feeling, getting lost in the way you sigh against his mouth. One of his hands pushes back into your hair, tugging slightly while the other moves down to your waist, pulling you closer.

Despite the urgency between you two, Heeseung’s touch remains gentle, cherishing how it feels to have your bare skin in his grasp. With a groan, Heeseung pulls away from you and finally allows his eyes to wander over your body.

“Wow,” he exhales, taking one of your hands and holding it above your head and spinning you around. Your eyes widen, suddenly feeling very aware of how clothed he is versus yourself. Plus, you’ve never had someone spin you around to gawk at you like this before. You feel the heat rise to your face so you quickly fold into yourself, covering your embarrassment with your hands.

“Hey,” Heeseung places his hand under your chin to lift your gaze back on him, “there’s no need to be shy. You look amazing — even better than I ever imagined. You’re so beautiful.” He leans forward and leaves a soft trail of kisses from your jawline to your nose, pulling you closer to him again. The scent of his citrusy cologne makes you sigh, gripping his shirt sleeves as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Heeseung continues to kiss your skin, now on your shoulders and it feels so good. Your mind can’t process anything else other than how hot his lips feel against your body and how every cell within you seems to be dancing. This must be what TV static feels like and oh, is it addicting. Yet, at the same time, it feels like you’re starting to drown.

“Heeseung,” you moan, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. His eyes are hooded and dark with lust, his fingers still gripping your waist desperately. He nods his head at you, urging you to continue your sentence. But his eye contact is so intense you lose your thoughts completely. So, instead of attempting to fumble over some improved words, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him with you back towards your bed.

Heeseung chuckles lowly under his breath, letting you lead him as you please. He bites his bottom lip and just when the back of your legs are about to hit your bed, Heeseung hoists you up and throws you onto the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips. Before your body can even settle into your comforter, Heeseung is leaning over you with one knee in between your legs.

“Did you ever say if you prepped yourself or not?” Heeseung licks his lips again, his gaze roaming over your body. You shake your head no, making Heeseung tsk. “And I was so ready to just eat you up. I guess I’ll play with you for a bit.”

You hiss as you feel Heeseung’s fingers slip between your folds, gathering your slick in a circular motion before inserting a digit into your hole. His mouth falls open in pleasurable surprise as you open your own to moan, arching your back as he pistons his finger in and out of you. “Oh, look at you, wow.” Heeseung takes his free hand and places it onto one of your knees to spread your legs further apart, cooing at you in awe at the sounds your body is making in response to his touch.

You’re grasping onto Heeseung’s biceps for dear life, not yet completely taken over by bliss. Because at this moment you’re really irritated that he’s still fully clothed.

Seeing your furrowed brows and pout, Heeseung frowns and slows his movement. “Am I not doing this right?”

Panicking, you reach up and cusp his face, “No, no! I just-”

“You just what?”

“You’re not naked.”

A devilish smirk blooms on Heeseung’s face as he stops his movements completely, sitting upright. He massages his hands against your knees and although he appears confident and in control, you don’t miss the blush freckling his cheeks.

“You want me naked?” He moves his hands to grasp the end of his shirt, looking like he’s about to take it off but holds his stance instead. One eyebrow raises up at you, waiting for your response before moving forward.

“Yes,” you huff, “please.”

“Saying please,” Heeseung continues his smirk, shaking his head to get his hair out of his eyes, “you’re already so good to me.” In one fluid motion Heeseung removes his shirt and tosses it to the side, moving quickly to unbutton his pants. If it were any other moment, Heeseung would have probably teased you more, taking his time to remove his pants and maybe just leave his pants on and unbuttoned while he plays with your pussy some more. But he can’t deny it, his patience is thin and he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long to put it off any longer.

A slight gasp leaves your lips as Heeseung pushes his pants and boxers down his legs, his cock springing out. He’s already painfully hard, a bead of precum visible on his tip. Kicking his pants to the side, Heeseung palms at himself, moving back to his spot between your legs. “This what you want?” Heeseung grunts with satisfaction at your nodding head, mouth open and eyes wide as you shamelessly stare at his body.

Your heart is racing unbelievably fast and you can’t help but feel like this might be some twistedly realistic dream your brain has concocted. But when you feel the tip of Heeseung cock slide up and down your folds, bumping against your clit before he pushes his length inside you, you know that there’s no way your brain could come up with a feeling quite like this on its own.

You sigh when Heeseung bottoms out, his own breathing haggard. Taking a moment, Heeseung adjusts your legs so that they’re hooked around his waist, kissing one of your knees briefly as he sets it in place.

“God,” he hisses, “you’re so tight. You needed this? Needed to be fucked by me?” He starts to move his hips, slightly pulling himself out before slamming back in. All you can muster is a weak whimper, but Heeseung isn’t happy with that.

“Use your words, let me hear your pretty voice.” Heeseung flicks a thumb over your nipple before grasping your tits in his hands, squeezing as he pounds into you. The dual stimulation has your eyes rolling back; how can he expect you to make complete sentences when it feels like your body is levitating in pleasure?

Still, you try.

“Y-ye-yes! Ne-eeded you so baaaad.” You moan loudly when he adjusts his hips slightly, rolling your nipple between two fingers as he quickens his pace. He moans with you, eyes focused on the way your mouth falls open with his name spilling past your lips in a fervent cry.

“You must have thought it was so funny to mess with me for so long, huh? Thought it was funny to get me all riled up? You like messing with my head? Fuck, keep clenching me like that it feels so good when you do that.” Heeseung is rambling, speaking unbelievably fast the more he thrusts into you. The knot in your stomach tightens and you can feel the brink of your orgasm about to snap.

Heeseung is still muttering about all the typos you’ve sent him and what it did to him, but all you can focus on is the way his hips start to stutter, his pace faltering, so you interrupt him with one last request.

“Come inside me,” you gasp out quickly.

“W-what?” Heeseung’s thrusts stutter, his brain dizzy with your words.

“I’m about to come, please come inside me.” Your head falls back, it’s getting more difficult to hang onto your sanity when your body desperately wants to release.

“Fuck. You can’t say shit like that, Y/n.” Heeseung flicks at your nipples again, his thrusts gaining new momentum as he chases his high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Heeseung moans out with one final hard thrust, spilling into you just as your orgasm hits.

A few more languid pumps is all Heeseung can muster before pulling out of you, moving his body down so he can watch his seed spill from your hole. You can feel his heavy breath against your skin, making your shudders feel more violent as you come down from your high.

Chuckling, Heeseung spreads your legs wider, watching his cum spill down onto the bedding. “Wow. That was a lot.” He looks up at you finally and sees the way your chest is still heaving as you try to catch your breath. Quickly moving back up the bed, Heeseung turns your body so your back is flushed against his chest, pulling you closer to him in a tight embrace. Gentle kisses flutter across your skin as Heeseung murmurs soft praises to you, holding you close enough that you can feel his heartbeat against your back.

“You’re mine now,” Heeseung grumbles into your neck, nuzzling against your hair and letting out a soft sigh of relief.

Smacking his arm lightly without turning to look at him, you giggle at him, “You can’t say stuff like that!”

“But you are,” Heeseung pouts, his grip on you tightening, “‘m not letting you go now.”

Turning to face him, you can’t help but smile at his sleepy face, nudging your nose against his. “I guess I can be okay with that.”

With his eyes closed, Heeseung kisses your forehead, rubbing his hand lazily up and down your back. “Good. Cause I’ve wanted this for a while now.”

You smile to yourself, placing a hand against Heeseung’s warm cheek. You watch as he drifts to sleep, his eyelashes fluttering slightly with each exhale. A part of you wants to wake him up and finally tell him just how much you’ve been wanting this too. But, for now, you’ll savor this moment being in his arms, thankful for every stupid text you accidentally sent him.

♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ♡ masterlist ♡ all rights reserved jayparked 03/23/25 do not copy, repost, or translate. if you're inspired to create something similar to my work, please credit me

#this was the first thing I woke up to #and I do not mind one bit this was so good #jayparked <3 #no matter how much of a goon heeseung is THAT SPIN 🥹🥹#redeemed himself #I’m so excited for jaykewon’s parts im foaming at the mouth #enhypen fake texts #heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen smut #starrihan recs #i love my moots😚#supporting my moots 🫶🏽

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starrihan · 2 months ago

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if I wasn’t already so in love with nicholas im even more in love with him now

oh my god your blog theme is so beautiful it’s giving temptation 🥰🥰

I follow your bnd acc and I love love love the way you write them! And I see you write for &team which is great since not many people do 😭

So I was wondering, if you take requests, how do you think Nicholas would deal with coming home to you after a long day of practice? I see him as a switch so in I think in this case he would let you take control and make him feel good but I ask for you to expand on this idea!

If you don’t take requests that’s fine too, I’ll be supporting your future works 🫶🏽

EEEEEK nonnie tysm for your sweet compliments!! 🥰 i'm so happy you're happy with my work!!! 🤧🤭 also i definitely did use txt’s temptation concept as inspo hehe. and i do take requests, yes yes! i LOVE this idea when i saw it i squealed n giggled… kicking my feet, twirling my hair, etc. but anyway let’s just get into it. hope you enjoy! <3

warnings: smut, mdni!, switch!nicholas but really only focuses on him as a sub in this scenario, just some thoughts not a full fic, afab!reader but no pnouns used, praise, oral (reader receiving), edging (idol receiving)

wc: 550

nicholas gives me switch vibes too! sometimes domming is too much work, so he just wants to be subby for you. :( in any case, he loves things to be taken slow. i think he’d be a pretty romantic guy in the sense that for him, sex is more than just the physicality. it’s about the emotions as well.

when nicholas comes home to you after a tiring day of practice, all he wants is to be coddled. this man lives for giving you compliments, and also receiving them from you. when you run your fingers through his hair with his head on your lap, telling him about how proud he makes you, he immediately goes into a subspace.

nicholas has a tendency to get overstimulated after a long day–who wouldn’t?--and his best way to cope with that is via sex. there’s something about combating a negative overstimulating environment with a positive overstimulating one that has him hooked. even if he’s had a long, tiring day, he’s still got enough energy to last him for a couple of hours.

he loves to eat you out on days like that. he loves it when you’re a bit rough and needy about it too��bucking your hips into his face as he desperately tries to keep up a rhythm. he eventually gives up though, instead just allowing you to use his face.

he also likes to bury his face in between your boobs. it’s both comforting and so hot to him. he loves marking up your skin too while looking up at you with adoration as you ride his cock.

i think he’d be a soft sub, not very bratty. especially when he’s tired–he’d rather direct his energy toward making you, and therefore him, feel good. he loves putting a lot of care into making you feel good because sometimes he feels like he could just cum from the sound of your moans alone.

he does appreciate being told what to do, but he would be a bit whiny if you told him to not touch you. nicholas loves to always have his hands on you–whether it’s holding your hand or fondling your boobs. i think that’s the only time he would be “bratty.” he knows that he’s sexy, though, so he knows that even if you try to be more strict during sex, you’ll probably fold for him.

extra thoughts:

he wouldn’t mind edging–especially if it means he can still touch you.

he would prefer, whether he’s dom or sub for the evening, to light some candles and turn on music to make things even more romantic.

he is desperate when it comes to making you cum. he prefers for you to cum before him, maybe even twice or three times.

he’s big on power imbalances, so i think he’d always like things as either he’s dom and you’re sub or he’s sub and you’re dom. sometimes the positions may switch during sex, but they’re still present nonetheless.

speaking of positions… i think he’d love trying different ones. one position i think he’d really like is when making out, having you straddle his lap while on your knees, hovering above him. he’s really tall, so he kind of likes it when things are flipped and he’s the one looking up at you.

#starrihan recs #nicholas please I need him so bad #this isn’t funny anymore #&team smut #andteam smut #&team hard thoughts #andteam hard thoughts #&team hard hours #andteam hard hours

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starrihan · 4 days ago

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OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR AGES I CANT BELIEVE I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL

International Relations || K. DH (Leehan)

❀ pairing: president’s son!donghyun x rival!reader (implied fem reader), ft. various foreign idol cameos

❀ genre: enemies to lovers, suggestive (like it gets very tense and a little graphic at the end), minor fluff

❀ word count: ~5.5k

❀ warnings: explicit language, suggestive content, drug mention, alcohol consumption

❀ summary: In the perpetual game of cat and mouse, you always find yourself on the offense. So why does Donghyun look like the cat who got the cream? And why is defeat so hard to admit?

❀ A/N: SURPRISE!!!! Just a reminder that this is a work of fiction and is in no way related to the global political landscape. Please let me know how you guys like this one :)))

It’s too early on a Tuesday morning when a loud knock rings out throughout your bedroom, instantly rousing you from your slumber. You barely have time to open your eyes before a familiar face is letting himself into your room. Hanbin is clearly frazzled, his normally perfect appearance marred by a necktie with an improper knot and a severe case of bed head. You imagine you don’t look much better.

“You need to get up, now,” Hanbin rushes, beginning to flit about your bedroom at a panicked pace. “You have an interview with Kim Donghyun in an hour.”

Even through your sleepy haze, the statement immediately has you sitting up straight. “What?!”

As the darling son of the South Korean President, Kim Donghyun was more than just a household name. He was held as a sort of international superstar, known for his mellow temperament and his stunning looks. As the child of your own nation’s president, you have crossed paths with him quite a few times; enough times, in fact, to know just how much of an utter asshole he is.

“What do you mean interview with Kim Donghyun?” You ask, as Hanbin hadn’t bothered to clarify.

The man is still pacing the length of your lavish bedroom, typing something angrily into his phone.

“It’s for the BBC. They are doing some story on the children of international government officials. Since the Kim family is here for the United Nations Gala later this week, they asked to squeeze in an interview for you two to do together.”

“Together?” You groan, running your hands through your already messy hair. “Why didn’t you tell them no?”

“Your mother’s assistant accepted before I even heard about it. She also just so happened to forget to tell me until 15 minutes ago,” Hanbin sighs, finally stopping his hurried movement. “Please, just get dressed. There will be hair and makeup at the interview site, but we have to leave soon.”

You can’t help but groan again, fighting the tantrum building up in your core. A last minute interview would already irritate you enough, but having to do it with Kim Donghyun is enough to have you cursing the universe.

It blew your mind that he was able to be the world’s golden child when he had such a rotten core. He was disgustingly cocky and spoiled, clearly used to having everyone in his life cater to him. He couldn’t be bothered with anyone who he didn’t perceive to be of his status, never choosing to mingle with anyone except for his exclusive inner circle.

What makes it all worse is how disgustingly attractive he is. His blonde locks always frame his face perfectly, sometimes falling to obscure one of his ever-so-sparkly eyes. His full lips are always twisted into that cocky smirk he constantly wears, his left cheek always dimpling with the expression. He was tall and built like a model, his godly proportions always highlighted by the perfectly tailored suits he wore.

He’s so beautiful; you fucking hate him.

His deplorable beauty twists your stomach into knots an hour and a half later, when you slide into the seat next to him. The interview space has been set up so that the two of you are seated in chairs just inches apart, bright lights shining down on you so that the cameras can capture virtually any flaw. But of course, Donghyun still looks perfect, greeting you with his signature smirk.

“Y/N,” he drawls, voice deep and syrupy like honey. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough, clearly.”

You pointedly ignore the deep chuckle that your remark earns you. The sound still manages to slip past your barriers, setting the pit of your stomach ablaze.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed me.”

You can’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes even though Donghyun can barely see it. “You wish.”

“Yeah,” Donghyun whispers, barely audible. “I do wish.”

Palpable tension is nothing new for the two of you, your perpetual spats and teasing always leaving the air in the room a bit thicker than it had been before. The flirting always adds another layer. It’s not as if either of you mean anything by it, nor would anything ever happen between the two of you. But something about the smooth ways Donghyun counters your banter while looking like he wants to eat you alive makes you consistently hot under the collar.

It’s at that moment that the interviewer makes her way onto set, greeting you both with a warm smile. She’s clearly a fan of Donghyun, seemingly only addressing him in the few moments you have before the interview officially starts. The moment you get the countdown and the notice that they’re rolling from the director, however, she slips on her professional mask and begins the interview.

The hour slot goes by both painfully slow and surprisingly quick. You find it easy to get lost in Donghyun’s answers, fighting the urge to stare at his mouth as he speaks. But when it comes to your own answers, you find it hard to articulate exactly what you mean. It makes the minutes trickle by at a snail’s pace, only for the time to pick back up when Donghyun opens his mouth again.

You let out a sigh when the interview is finally over, the journalist thanking both you and Donghyun before disappearing somewhere off set. It leaves you and Donghyun seated while various crew members fuss over you to rid you of your mics. The silence between the two of you only lasts for a few moments before Donghyun decides to break it.

“You should come over.”

You can’t help but look at the man as if he’d grown another head, gaze flickering between Donghyun and the rest of the crew that lingers within earshot. He just shrugs, clearly uncaring if anyone overhears.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You whisper as harshly as you can. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Ehh…not yet,” Donghyun smiles. “So come over.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I have some, uh, business matters I’d like to discuss with you.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Donghyun is standing from his chair, mile-long legs making themselves known as he rises to his full height. It takes everything in you not to stare at how stupidly tiny his waist is or how disgustingly broad his shoulders look in his suit jacket.

“I’ll have my people contact your people,” Donghyun says as he turns to leave, shooting you the tiniest smirk. “I’ll see you at eight, Y/N.”

. . .

You choose to show up to the specified address closer to 9:30pm than the expected 8. Hanbin says it’s out of spite, but you just consider it being fashionably late. Of course, no one is ever fashionably late to a business meeting, but a nagging feeling in your core tells you that it will be anything but that.

Your interactions with Donghyun have never simply been about business. The two of you always find yourselves in too close proximity, heated arguments ending up with you getting in each others’ faces or quiet insults whispered between a minimal space. Every attempt that the two of you have made to be cordial and civil just ends in fire and flirtation. So, the two of you have simply stopped trying. You no longer hide behind the guise of business or international affairs, choosing instead to be transparent in your desires to see each other. After all, both of you want nothing more than to push each other’s buttons.

Your suspicions are confirmed the minute you’re let into a swanky penthouse in the financial district of town, a well-known area for foreign ambassadors and their family residences. A sleek black door opens to reveal a shocked face that quickly melts into smugness. Donghyun simply smirks before opening the door wider, motioning for you to come in.

What was supposed to be a business meeting is obviously much more of a house party than anything else. You recognize a few familiar faces: Ricky Shen, the son of the U.S. vice president, Ning Yizhuo, the daughter of your country’s ambassador to China, and even the Yoon brothers, the sons of the Canadian Prime Minister. It seems like all of the children of top officials are here, drinking and chatting idly around the lavish apartment. If you were an outsider, you would laugh, the scene seeming all too much like a shitty movie interpretation of the life of the elite. But you know all too well that this is how it goes.

You’re sure that somewhere, there’s a stash of the world’s purest cocaine for anyone to indulge in. There may even be pills and other harder drugs if anyone wished to partake. The combined net worth of this crowd is well over $1 trillion, and that alone makes them untouchable. They are free to do as they please, simply enjoying the ability to be imperfect while the entire world sees them as the exact opposite.

“I’m surprised you came,” Donghyun whispers, his deep voice much closer than you remember it being.

When you turn, you find yourself almost nose to nose with the man, his greasy smirk still poised on his flawless face.

“I thought we were going to talk business,” you manage out, sounding much more confident than you truly feel. “Didn’t know that business involved so many people.”

Donghyun cocks a perfectly manicured brow. “You wish it was just the two of us, then?”

You can’t help but scoff, instantly reminded of your deep disdain for the man. “I wish you would stop fucking with me, Donghyun.”

A call of the man’s name sounds from somewhere deeper in the apartment, forcing the two of you out of your unintentional bubble. Over your shoulder, you can spot Donghyun’s typical entourage of friends, all beckoning him over with a frantic wave of the hand. Donghyun seems to notice at the same time, sighing deeply before taking a long swig of the beer in his hand. You struggle not to track the movement of his throat as he swallows.

“Well,” he sighs. “Duty calls. Try to have a little fun, sweetheart. You look like you need it.”

The man is gone before you can give him a piece of your mind, leaving you alone in the room full of people. Luckily, they’re all people that you know, having been well acquainted since early childhood. Everyone in this world knows everyone, which leads to a revolving door of familiar faces at every function. As much as you crave novelty, you can’t help but appreciate the familiarity.

Even still, it takes you a couple drinks to relax into the atmosphere. You find yourself giggling and making rounds as you mingle, spending extra time indulging in people that you know push Donghyun’s buttons. As much as you don’t care about the man and his reactions, you can admit how fun it is to see him riled up.

“I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you,” Jake gushes, plush bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “There’s no way you’re still single.”

You shrug, preening under the praise. “I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t found anyone who wants it bad enough.”

Hook, line, and sinker. Jake looks like he’s only a few seconds from devouring you whole, eyes raking your form despite the fact that your outfit reveals nothing. He reaches forward, his fingertips just barely brushing the curve of your waist before you’re snatched backwards. You stumble into a firm chest, the arm wrapped around your waist keeping you steady against the tall figure behind you.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a deep voice mumbles, easily recognizable. “I just need to steal Y/N for a second. Feel free to grab another drink or something in the meantime.”

You can barely register the confusion on Jake’s face before you’re being whisked away, only managing to shoot the boy a quick wave before you’re ushered down a hallway. It’s only once you’re decently far away from the noise of the party that you’re backed up against a wall, Donghyun’s frame leaning over you. He’s far enough that it would seem casual to an outside viewer. But you know that it’s anything but.

“No dating scandals for years, and yet you’re willing to risk it all for Jake Sim?” Donghyun chuckles cruelly. “Didn’t peg you for that type.”

“I didn’t peg you for the type to be all up in my business,” you retort, crossing your arms across your chest defiantly. “You jealous that it’s not you?”

“We both know that it could be…that it should be.”

A sly smirk is poised on Donghyun’s face as he peers down his nose at you, strong arm continuing to cage you against the wall. You could escape if you really wanted to, a clear opening for you to slip by and go about your night. But you don’t really want to, a fact that both of you know.

This is how it’s always gone between you, a perpetual game of cat and mouse. The two of you have spent your entire lives circling each other, just waiting for someone to fall into the other’s trap. And right now, backed against a wall, you realize that this time, you’re the prey. Instead of fear, however, a stinging warmth floods your veins.

“Admit it,” Donghyun whispers, words clearly just meant for the two of you. “I know you just want to say it.”

“Admit what?”

Your voice only comes out as a mere whisper, the wild thumping of your heart making it impossible to focus on your words. Donghyun knows the effect that he has on you, knows that just one smirk sent your way is enough to have you fuming for the rest of the day. He knows how much you think about him, how much you crave him, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Admit that you want me.”

The short command has your breath stuttering in your chest, eyes growing wide. You always enjoyed the push and pull around Donghyun, the game of never quite knowing where the both of you stood. It seems like he does too, always quick to playfully flirt and jokingly fight. But to admit it out loud, that’s something new.

To admit it out loud would be admitting defeat.

“And what do I get if I admit it?”

Donghyun just scoffs, cocky smirk deepening. “Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“And what is it that I want?”

The man leans closer, the scent of his cherry chapstick ever so enticing. You can’t help the way your gaze shoots down to Donghyun’s lips for a brief moment, imagining what it would be like to feel them on your own. It wouldn’t be hard to close the distance, but you know that would mean you lost.

“You want to kiss me so bad.”

The stinging warmth floods your face. Fuck. Knowing that he knows how you feel and hearing him say it are two different things. And the worst part is that he’s right. All you’ve ever wanted to do since the minute you’ve encountered Kim Donghyun is kiss the smirk off his face. And there’s something in the twinkle in his eyes that tells you, for the very first time, he just might let you.

“And if I do?” Your own confidence shocks you.

“Well,” Donghyun murmurs, letting his free hand place itself on the curve of your hip. “Like I said, I just might give it to you.”

Your breath catches on an inhale, the low timbre of the man’s voice shooting electricity through your veins. Everything about Kim Donghyun is so invigorating, so thrilling, that you feel like you could get drunk on his presence. He’s simply addictive.

“I think you’re all talk, Kim,” you bite out, trying your best not to stutter through your sentence. “I think that you’re projecting to hide how much you want me.”

It’s impossible to miss the way Donghyun stares at your mouth as you talk, pupils dilating to expose something deep and raw. His thumb has halted where it was previously drawing mindless shapes into the fabric of your waistband, as if stunned by your words. His pause only lasts for a few seconds before leaning impossibly closer.

“There’s no denying that, sweetheart. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

Hmm, maybe you are the predator after all.

“Then do something about it.”

Donghyun shakes his head almost imperceptibly. “I need you to say it first.”

A rush of heat flashes through your core, making your knees grow weak. Your want for him has never been this bad before, but you’re finding it harder and harder to contain.

“C’mon,” Donghyun coos. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

Your lips remain parted, stuck, as you try to figure out what to say next. You can’t give in to him, but god do you want to. It’s in moments like these when you want to fold, with the warm fan of Donghyun’s breath on your face, his eyes hooded and pupils slightly dilated, and perfectly pink lips trapped between his teeth. You could lose the game, willingly walk into his trap and put an end to all of the years of teasing. With just a few words, you could get everything you have ever wanted.

Luckily, your internal dilemma is cut short as someone emerges from a door down the hall, stumbling their way out. The girl is giggling as she drags her feet along the sleek wooden floors. Despite her sluggish steps, she seems confident in her path towards you and Donghyun, only stopping to place a perfectly manicured hand on Donghyun’s shoulder.

“Donghyun,” she practically whines. “I think Dani drank too much. She’s throwing up!”

At the slur of words, Donghyun sighs, fully straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you. You hate the way that your body instinctively leans towards him, as if magnetized. The man just shoots you an apologetic look before turning to the drunken woman hanging off his shoulder.

“Do you know where she is, Hanni?”

The girl just nods, pointing a finger back in the direction from which she came. Donghyun lets out another sigh before motioning for Hanni to take the lead. He’s quick to follow her, not before sending you a small wink.

Once the two disappear into the room that you assume is the bathroom, you text Hanbin, immediately asking him to pick you up. Suddenly, the night has turned bitter again. Only a honeyed voice could make it return to being sweet.

. . .

If you had a nickel for every time you thought about Kim Donghyun in the following days, you would be swimming in more money than your already wealthy family would ever need.

He haunts your dreams as much as he clouds your waking thoughts. The image of his normally wide, sparkling eyes hooded as they peered down into you is seared into your brain. The flex of his arm feels like it’s been tattooed behind your eyelids as it kept the distance between the two of you, a distance that you had so desperately wished to close.

You can’t help but imagine what would’ve happened if you did, if you were able to admit just how desperately you wanted him. You wonder if the desperation would bleed into the kiss you shared, or if it would be passionate and fiery like the constant bickering between the two of you. Would he continue to cage you against the wall, pressing further into your space until you were pressed flush against his body? Would you be able to feel the hard ridges of his stomach? Would his hips connect with yours as you got lost in the kiss, bodies meeting in a filthy gri—.

“It’s out!” Hanbin all but yells, interrupting your train of thought. “They’re about to air your interview with Kim Donghyun.”

You barely register Hanbin’s words before the television screen in front of you is flickering to life, bathing your face in a warm blue light. The title screen then cuts to the smiling face of the interviewer. The clip is angled so that it looks like she is smiling at both of her guests, but you remember exactly how her gaze was trained on one person only. The memory makes your blood boil.

Hanbin gushes with commentary and compliments as the highlights of the interview are aired on the news. It’s only when they move on to tales of some new humanitarian crisis in Western Europe that the man pulls out his phone, instantly scouring the internet for any mention of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he mumbles after a moment. “I don’t know if you’re going to love this or hate this.”

“What?”

Hanbin just sighs, handing over his phone. No matter how far you scroll, similar posts keep popping up, all focused on how good you and Donghyun would look as a couple. A queasy warmth overtakes your stomach as you continue to parse through the endless support of the fictional romance between the two of you. A reaction like this would only mean that tabloids will pick up on it soon, which would lead to nothing but more rumors.

You all but shove the phone back into Hanbin’s waiting hands, groaning loudly.

“The press is going to have a field day.”

“It was a simple interview,” Hanbin soothes. “There’s nothing for the press to pick up on. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You and Donghyun just have…chemistry.”

You can’t help but scoff in disbelief. “Chemistry? I fucking hate the guy.”

“No you don’t. Everyone can tell that you don’t.”

Before you can protest, a single buzz of your phone calls your attention. You reach for it with baited breath, just knowing that it’s a family member waiting to chew you out for ruining their global image. Instead, a familiar name flashes on your screen, their text notification inspiring a fresh wave of nausea to overtake you.

The whole world can see it, sweetheart. Why can’t you?

. . .

“Remember to be nice, Y/N,” Hanbin beams, snapping you out of your daydream. “Your parents want you to mingle as much as possible.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself the same way you do for every public appearance. This is no different, the annual United Nations Gala having been the same every time you attended. You arrive separately from your parents, who must walk the red carpet of the gala before settling in. You, on the other hand, are lucky enough to go through the back, settling into the venue with the other family members of global leaders.

You already know who will be there, and plan to keep to yourself despite Hanbin’s advice to mingle. Well, you’ll keep to yourself unless a certain someone has other plans; he always seems to.

No matter how much you had prepared yourself to see Donghyun, his beauty still takes you by surprise. He looks dashing in his all black suit, perfectly tailored to showcase the breadth of his shoulders and the length of his legs. It’s not too different from his interview outfit earlier in the week, but it stuns you all the same.

What is different, though, is the small smile he shoots you when he catches your gaze. It’s far from the annoyingly cocky smirk that you’re used to, or his diplomatic grin that is constantly plastered over every news outlet. His smile almost seems sheepish, as if he is revealing an embarrassing secret simply by letting the corners of his lips turn up. His rosy cheeks add to his shy and childish demeanor, which you instantly blame on the abundance of alcohol at the event.

You shake your head slightly, as if to physically shake the sight of him out of your head. The only thing you are able to do is turn the opposite way, scrambling towards the nearest table. You shove any thoughts of Kim Donghyun to the back of your mind as you prepare yourself for an excruciatingly long night.

It ends up feeling even longer than you expected. Every so often, you found your thoughts drifting back to Donghyun, back to the deep drawl of his voice or the plush pink of his bottom lip. You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind and forced yourself to pay attention as some foreign diplomat would go on and on about the humanitarian efforts in their country. Then you’d find yourself drifting, Donghyun seeping into your mind and clouding it with a thick fog.

It was a cycle, on and on until eventually the closing remarks were made. You sigh in relief as the program finally comes to a close, thankful for the opportunity to go home and get out of your stuffy attire. Just as you search the crowd for Hanbin, ready to begin your journey home, someone grabs your wrist, pulling you back ever so slightly.

“Not so fast,” a familiar voice calls, their hand spinning you so that you stand nose to nose. “I can’t just let you disappear on me.”

“I’m trying to go home, Donghyun.”

The man lets out a chuckle, as if endeared by your efforts. “No you’re not. You’re coming with me to Keita’s after party.”

“And why would I do that?”

The man finally releases your wrist, choosing to take a step further into your space. You’re suddenly cognizant of all the potential eyes on you. Not only are the press here, putting you in jeopardy of being plastered on the front page of every tabloid, but you’re surrounded by the world’s elite. People talk and rumors travel. The last thing you would want is to bring any sort of bad attention to your family.

“Because you want to,” Donghyun whispers, uncaring about the hundreds of people around you. “Because I want you to.”

“That’s all you want?”

Donghyun chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what I want. So, you coming? My driver is out front.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hanbin lingering by the door. It should be so easy to say no and go home with your aid. It should be easy to brush Donghyun off and go about your night. But something swims in your stomach at your thought. In the end, you sigh, rolling your eyes before leveling Donghyun with a look.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

It ends up being much harder to feign disinterest in the confines of Donghyun’s car. There’s a partition up, separating you and Donghyun from the driver, providing you an unexpected amount of intimacy. You would think it’s a little presumptuous, if not for the way that Donghyun remains perfectly polite throughout the ride.

You’re expecting some fiery banter or obnoxious teasing, but Donghyun makes simple small talk as you ride through the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s almost as if the boy is being nice. You two have never even begun to venture into nice territory, leaving you at a loss for how to respond. You find yourself craving your normal dynamic of push and pull for the entire time, up until you reach your destination.

Keita’s after party looks like every after party you’ve ever attended, not quite anything special, from the people, to the drugs, to the music. It’s all so cookie cutter. The only thing that is new, however, is how Donghyun keeps you close to his side the entire night.

His hand remains firmly wrapped around your waist as you navigate the party, only releasing you to pour the occasional drink. It’s impossible to ignore the way people look at you, eyes trained on your permanent point of contact as they shoot you knowing smiles. It leaves heat flooding your cheeks the entire night, face stained with a permanent flush that only gets worse as you knock back drinks.

The worst part is that you don’t even hate it. You find it all too easy to melt into Donghyun’s embrace as you chat idly with a few acquaintances. Exchanging soft smiles when he whispers a snarky comment into your ear feels like second nature. As right as it feels, you can’t fight the swirl of conflict bubbling in your core. Whether it’s from the alcohol, or the man by your side, it reminds you just how wrong this should be.

Just hours ago, you were worried about the optics of even speaking to Donghyun. Now, however, you can’t seem to care about the fact that you look like a proper couple, which is all but forbidden in your world. It isn’t until later in the night, when the party is dying down, that you begin to wonder where this all started.

“Donghyun,” you whisper, “what are we doing?”

His soft hum rumbles through his body into yours. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what is all of this?” You motion to where his hand is poised firmly on your hip, unmoving as you both lean onto an adjacent wall. “You haven’t stopped touching me since we got here.”

“Do you not want me to? I can back off…” he trails off, slowly removing any point of contact.

Before he can get far, though, you find yourself reaching out, catching his wrist in a firm grip. It feels like second nature as you guide him back to the curve of your waist, shivering when you feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of your dress.

“No, that’s not—,” you take a deep breath. “Just, why?”

Donghyun seems conflicted for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut as he sighs. When he opens them, his grip on your waist tightens. With a swift tug, you stumble forward, only to stabilize yourself with your palms on his chest. The movement brings you nose to nose, the newfound closeness forcing you to go a little cross-eyed to maintain eye contact.

“Because, fuck, if you won’t admit it,” Donghyun swallows, his throat bobbing enticingly, “I will.”

“What?”

Donghyun’s voice comes out strained, borderline painful as he speaks. “I want you so bad. I haven’t ever wanted anyone as bad as I want you. Fuck, sweetheart, I have for years. And I know you think this is the alcohol talking, but I promise it’s not. Every time I see you and get to mess with you and you flirt back it’s like god. Everything about you is just so amazing and sexy and—,”

Donghyun’s lips remain frozen for a second as you blanket them with yours. It takes a beat, two, three, before his brain resets enough to realize that you’re kissing him. Because you’re kissing him. Kim Donghyun, the man that you hate. You’re kissing him.

You only part a few centimeters, leaving only enough space between your bodies for your mingling breaths.

“I want you, too,” you whisper, voice thick with nerves. “There. I admitted it.”

. . .

The second ride in Donghyun’s car is much less polite than the first. Instead of side by side, you sit straddling the man’s lap, dress hiked up dangerously high. The only seat belt you have is Donghyun’s hands, one firmly grasping at your ass while the other tilts your jaw downwards. Never had you been more grateful for a partition.

Kissing Donghyun is nothing like what you imagined it would be. Instead of the calm, gentle side that he likes to display to the public, this Donghyun is demanding. He licks into your mouth filthily, using his overwhelming strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. He parts every so often to bite into your plush bottom lip, smirking at the soft moans that leave your mouth every time. His kisses are demanding, taking everything he wants from you while giving you everything in return.

It’s only when his kisses trail down to the side of your jaw and neck that they grow more gentle, his plush lips teasing as they ghost over unmarked skin. You’re almost tempted to beg for a mark, to beg for longer lasting proof that this is real.

Donghyun wants you. Donghyun has you.

It’s his hands that dig into the meat of your thighs, grip strong and possessive. It’s his hips that roll up to meet yours in a stunted grind, the rhythm thrown off by the car hitting an occasional pothole. It’s his lips on yours. It’s his blonde strands that remain carded through your fingers.

You have him. You want him.

And for once, you have no problem admitting it.

.FIN.

#starrihan recs #it’s the way I would search so hard to Leehan tags to find this #only to find your masterlists and find out that it’s been right under my nose this whole time #I appreciate you and your writing so much thank you for this wonderful delicious masterpiece #leehan #leehan imagines #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor smut #written in the stars #bnd #bnd imagines

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starrihan · 1 month ago

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me when I (eventually) meet leehan and tell him random fish facts and he falls in love with me 🤭😎

no but seriously this was so cute thank you lia <3

Hello my love~ I hope you’re doing well and that your job is going easy on you (I’ll fight them otherwise)

I went to the aquarium the other day and I bet you can guess who’s been on my mind since 😔 Sungho… IM KIDDING OBVIOUSLY LEEHAN

anywayssss the adorable little sea creatures at the aquarium got me thinking about how Leehan would find it SO attractive if you also started to learn about fish and aqua life because of him!! Like he just is so in awe that you’d learn about his interests and he just falls in love with you even more 🫠🫠🫠

I’ve been in my soft hours recently maybe because I’m getting my period soon 🤷🏽‍♀️ idk but what are your thoughts my darling?

it hasnt been the best i cant lie but im trying! i hope you're doing well too my love i miss you <3 im loving this thought of yours its so 🥺

leehan would feel his heart skip several beats when he realises that you're able to name some facts about different species of fish. his jaw would be on the floor if it physically could. you'll see him staring over at you, his expression full of admiration and love for you. after he gets over the initial shock, he'd have a sudden burst of energy and get super excited about the new pieces of information that you had learned and would teach you more about them! if he's in a more emotional state, he would also hold your hands tightly in his before whispering "i love you so much, thank you", so soft that only the both of you can hear it.

#this was so sweet #i loved it #i love my moots😚#thank you lia #starrihan recs #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor imagines #leehan fluff #leehan imagines #boynextdoor soft hours #boynextdoor soft thoughts #leehan soft hours #leehan soft thoughts

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FREAK KEI IS IS LOVE FREAK KEI IS LIFE

i got a similar ask in my inbox last night I wonder if it’s the same person 🤔 but I’m def gonna have to link this because you wrote this so fucking well

andteam when reader has oral fixation!!! i lowkey saw an enha post abt this and i wanna know what would teamies do 🙏🙏

OHMYGOF I RBD THIS POST by neodazed!!! all props go to them!!!! this is a ot9 post so if you don’t like reading 04z/05z/maki posts this is nawt for you! but omg first group post!!! so psyched!!!!! i feel like a real writer now LOL

also sorry to my *checks inbox* 25 other love letter requests i had to finish this asap i have so many thoughts

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!teamies, sub!reader, gn!reader, race neutral reader, oral fixation, use of multiple pet names in all. this is NOT age play, i do not condone age play, everyone is 18+! more specific tags will be listed with each member in their own sections, there are more sensitive topics here so proceed with caution!!! ♡︎

koga yudai.

cw. implied free use, dubcon, oral, use of “baby”

what do starri and i say? freak kei is love. freak kei is life! that’s especially no different when it comes to you having an oral fixation!!! he’s literally not surprised he’s probably the type to like some nasty kinks but that’s besides the point. when you bring up you have an oral fixation, kei would indulge in it so hard. if he sees you sucking on candy, he’ll literally make you spit it out and replace it with his cock. not even fingers. his cock. lollipop? his cock is better. cough drops? his cum will make your throat feel better. your thumb? why waste time, use his cock instead? he makes you feel so comfortable to do so, you literally drop all your stuff, come to him, peel back his boxers, and start slobbering on him to clear your head.

“fuck— yeah that’s it, use my cock, baby. it’s yours.”

murata fuma.

cw. soft!fuma, finger sucking, use of “angel”

hehe my fuma bear would coddle you!!! if you shyly admit that you have a oral fixation and you need him to help you, he’d immediately pull you in his arms, slip his fingers past your lips and have you nyamming on them. he thinks you’re so cute, head on his bicep, back fleshed against his chest, sucking on his fingers so you can ease whatever thoughts you have away. i don’t think fuma would like you drooling on his dick, it gives off heavy power imbalance, he’d honestly want to just snuggle as you suck on his fingers instead. which is why he likes home dates more! movie nights are the best because he’ll just kiss your scalp as you mindlessly drool on him, it makes his heart burst that you’re just with him in his arms!!!

“just let your mind be at ease with me, angel.”

wang yixiang.

cw. kissing, oral, finger sucking, dirty talk, degradation

the w in wang yixiang stands for whore wbk. nicho would def like it when you tell him that you have an oral fixation, he’d pull you into a kiss and make you sloppily suck on his tongue! he’d love the feeling of you turning off your brain, and just suck on his tongue as you’re intertwined with each other, feeling each other’s warmth. he’d also be someone to likes finger sucking AND oral like hello ok whore. when you’re sucking on his fingers, he likes you being in his lap when he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. when it gets a little heated he’ll almost face fuck you by how he’s loving the warmth of your mouth. he’s spitting out some nasty words as you slobber on his cock, it gets him so fucking worked up— using you like a cum dump.

“god, i love this dirty little mouth for me to use.”

byun euijoo.

cw. thumb sucking, praise, petting, use of “sweetheart”

juju would love the idea of you having an oral fixation in the first place! it makes him feel like he’s a safe place for you, allowing you to keep your mind at ease! he’d be sitting while you have your head in his lap as euijoo presses on your tongue with his thumb, trying to get adjusted to the new feeling. once he gets used to the wet warmth of your mouth, he allows you to suck his thumb. his heart is so full— he can’t help but to coo at you. his pretty partner’s mind is at ease, their eyes closed, smiling as they suck on him, and curled up into him!!! he can’t even help it when his other hand find its way on your head, petting you like a puppy, ohhhh he loves it here. his life is complete he’s so happy having you in his lap.

“hmm, doing so good for me, sweetheart. just how i like it.”

nakakita yuma.

cw. oral, petting, implied pet play, use of “kitty”

oral fixation??? yuma??? perfection!!! he loves loves loves having you on your knees anyways, having you suck his cock or fingers as you daze off is better for him anyways! whenever he’s working at his desk, he’ll place you underneath the table, spring out his cock, and have you just sit there, head resting on his thigh. every once in awhile he’ll check on you, asking if you need anything; to water, a break, a snack— literally anything and he’ll get it for you. if you say no, he’ll hum and nod and pat your pretty little head as he keeps on working. when he feels like enough time has passed, he’ll caress your cheek pull you up into his lap. your collar bell rings a bit when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, he loves it here too.

“you feelin’ good, kitty? tell me if you need anything.”

asakura jo.

cw. soft!jo, finger sucking, photo taking (consensual)

if i could say jo is a dormant whore, i would but lunéville would think otherwise but i don’t care! we all know that jo has such crazy pretty hands when you say you have an oral fixation, his lips would twitch into his smile (same w his cock but). he’d be so interested, asking you informative questions, taking this whole thing so seriously but in reality he just wants to shove his fingers in your mouth and let you be happy. once he finally does put his fingers in your mouth, whew! jo is mesmerized. your eyes are getting cloudy, your lips are plump against him, your mouth is letting out cute hums. he’s so obsessed, he’d literally take pictures of you to look at for later, maybe even a polaroid in his wallet— you’ve got him locked in.

“hold on, lemme take a quick pic of you— it’s pretty.”

shigeta yuma.

cw. teasing, thumb sucking, spit play, dumbification

love when oral fixation is an excuse for your dom to make you dumb. harua is just that! got a dom!harua love letter in the works, this is basically a continued of it. when he finds out you have an oral fixation, he can’t help but to hook a smirk onto his face. he’d be so interested. his eyes would darken, his thumb ghosting your bottom lip, you’re already parting them, looking up at him— waiting for him to do something. he’d tease you so bad, saying how you already looked so fucked out when he hasn’t even touched you. when his thumb finally slips past your lips, he loves how you’re making his cutely manicured thumb dirty. once he thinks you’ve had enough, he’d pull out, swiping the spit all over your lips.

“look at you… dumbed out already? just by thumb sucking?”

takayama riki.

cw. kink exploration talk, finger sucking, spit kink

i am a firm believer that taki is an experimentalist (hashtag twin), he’d willingly do everything and anything just once to see what he likes! so when you mentioned that you had an oral fixation, taki was all for it. he’d first ask you what is was, describing it to him so he could fully grasp what it was. when he understood it was like a new world opened, not knowing that he’d like it a little too much. when he places his fingers in your mouth, he’s surprised how much you eased up. your cute eyelashes are perched down, your mouth is all warm, you looked so at peace. when taki asks to take out his fingers, he sees the spit lines connecting from your mouth to his hands. let’s just say he found something out about himself.

“uhm… holy shit, y/n… your spit is really hot.”

hirota riki maus.

cw. ddlg/b, oral (m), finger sucking, use of “daddy”

okay. guys. i know. leave me and my daddy maki agenda alone. but seriously. maki would so love to please someone with a oral fixation especially with his huge cock ♡︎ he’d have you perched up on your knees as he basically feeds you with his cock. maki would be literally fighting demons to not cum in your mouth— this was for you, not for him. he’d still coo at you, taking daddy’s cock so well, to use him to ease yourself up. he’d also love finger sucking too. having you drool on him, glossy eyes, and your head on his chest ♡︎ just saying over and over and over how he loves how you’re being so pliant with daddy, taking his fingers after telling him what you wanted. gah you’re so brave! daddy is so so so proud of you ♡︎

“takin’ daddy well. thank you for telling me what you wanted.”

had so so so much fun writing this ugh!

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#starri ♡︎s lien #starrihan recs #WHO MADE THIS #this is so so sooooo delicious oh my god #freak kei is love freak kei is life #lien I’m actually foaming at the mouth #I’ll brb I need to go orally fixate on nicholas 🤤#AND HARUA???#i don’t really see much about harua let alone read for him but I lowkey see him as a dom and this is just!#chefs kiss #what a perfect thing to wake up to this morning #I’m gonna be thinking about this all day #lien come here i have the biggest kiss prepared for you

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