#superm fanfiction

[keehomania]

mark + big tits!reader i feel like mark would go crazy over big tits 🤭🤭

mark is a boob guy he told me himself!

MARK LEE really did love you with his entire heart. he did everything a good boyfriend was supposed to do; he made you laugh, he treated you to brunch and dinner, he spoiled you whenever he got the chance, he made you his muse for his music, and he was never afraid to show his love openly. you were just as good to him; you laughed at all his terrible jokes, you cooked for him, made sure he felt safe enough to open up to you, and consoled him whenever he did open up. you had both steadied a bridge and crossed it without any problems.

almost, actually. see, mark had an issue of his own. unbeknownst to you, he had been battling some thoughts of his own that, for the first time in forever, he was too scared to share with you. it had to do with the way your tits were outlined and accentuated, no matter what you wore. the first time he took notice of it was when you had gone out to lunch with him and his friends. he was aware you were blessed with a bigger chest, but he really did his best to look anywhere else but there. it wasn’t until he caught jaehyun taking peeks, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on the top of your cleavage. you were oblivious, but not mark. ever since then, it was a chore to focus on anything else.

you didn’t bother dressing modestly around the house, why would you? you sported a pair of shorts and a loose, short tank top as you cooked and vacuumed. mark was sprawled out on the sofa, his eyes focused on the television, though he really didn't care for whatever shitty soap opera was currently on. it wasn’t until you came by the table to clean up, guiding the vacuum across the floor as you did so. mark couldn’t peel his eyes off you, his gaze glued to you as you bent over to reach every crack and crevice. his breath hitched in his throat as the straps of your top spilled down your shoulders, revealing a good half of your bare, huge tits. they moved with every persistent nudge of yours as you continued to work, bending down further to reach the corners. as you did so, your top went with you, spilling further down your shoulders until your nipples were peaking, the mounds of flesh now completely visible to mark.

he couldn’t ignore the way his dick hardened in his shorts, and he was completely sure you would notice and think of him as the world’s biggest creep, but he couldn’t control himself. all he wanted to do was turn the fucking vacuum off and pin you to the couch, make an even bigger mess all over your tits, than the one you were currently cleaning. you had straightened yourself and met his eyes with an oblivious smile. turning the vacuum off, you asked him sweetly, “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

something inside him had overgrown the shame he had been nurturing, something dark that had to do with the ache in his cock and the sudden seriousness in his eyes. “come here,” he said, his tone low and steady. your smile faltered, thinking you had done something to piss him off, but you knew better than to question him when he seemed so serious. “what’s wrong?” you asked with a frown as you reached his spot on the sofa, towering over him as he straightened his back.

he didn’t say anything immediately, he just spread his legs out and leaned back. you didn’t catch his drift until your gaze followed his movements, stopping upin reaching the very evident tent in his shorts, resting against his thigh. you weren’t too sure what had done it for him, but you didn’t care. you had done something to make him horny and the raw sight of him so needy went past your eyes and straight to your core.

“come here,” he repeated, his voice just as low. he gestured towards his lap, patting his bare thighs for you to make yourself comfortable. with shaky legs, you obliged, planting your palms on his shoulders and letting him wrap his arms around your bare waist to adjust you some more. you felt it the second you sat down, the weight of his hard cock pressing into your shorts. no matter how clothed you were, you felt every bit of the hardness resting against your clit.

your fingers trembled around his shoulders, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep yourself fron reacting just yet. “you feel that?” he purred, his hungry eyes boring into yours. “you feel how hard you’re making me?” you could only nod quietly, trying hard to fight back against the warmth that soread through your panties, dampening them just enough for mark to notice, a smirk gracing his lips. you had never seen him so focused, so serious. the sheer weight of his gaze mixed with the way he traced circles on your hips was enough to break you.

“can you do something for me?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. you nodded in response. of course, you thought, anything for him. “take your top off for me, yeah?”

the request caught you completely off guard. there was nothing strange about it, but you had expected something more demanding. to suck his dick, get him off, or even get straight to fucking, but mark wasn’t like that. you knew better, so you obliged, pulling up the hem of your tank top and sliding it over your arms as he watched you, his gaze content and sinful. you tossed the top aside, leaning back as you allowed him to take you in with his eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted. you felt embarrassed, your elbows coming up to cover yourself, but mark was faster than you.

his hands wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling your arms away from your chest. “don't even think about it,” he murmured, the tone of his voice enough for your arms to drop. you studied the way his eyes lit up at the sight of your bare tits, your nipples hardening under the weight of his gaze.

“i really tried to control myself, i really did,” he admitted softly. as he did so, he pulled you in closer, a gasp passing your lips as he pushed your hair to one side, giving him complete access to your neck. you arched into the feeling of his lips grazing your skin, teeth sinking into the flesh only for his tongue to caress the same spot seconds later. your tits, plump and heavy, grazed his forearms you did so. “but i can’t anymore, i’m really sorry.” you gasped as his lips travelled south, his tongue dancing over your collarbone, tinged with sweat and perfume.

“you should’ve just—fuck, told me,” you rasped out through a moan as he continued. you were so unaware of his hidden infatuation and, in fact, displeased that he hadn’t brought it up sooner. his hands attached themselves to your tits, a soft moan of relief passing his lips as he kneaded the flesh of your tits. “told you what?” he taunted as he brought his lips down around one of your nipples. “that i can’t get enough of your boobs, is that it?”

you were too caught up in the feeling of it to respond, your only reply a soft, strangled moan as your fingers tugged at his hair, bringing him further into the valley of your tits before pushing them together around his nose. he moaned, taking in the sweet scent as he probed at the thick flesh, tugging and squeezing the mounds around his face as his tongue explored the surface. “so fucking big,” he rasped as he lifted his head ever so slightly, enough for you to see the drool that glistened on his chin, before coming back down with a shake of his head. “they’re so fucking big.”

spit coated your boobs as he took one into his mouth, even though he knew he couldn't fit it all in, his other hand groping your other boob as tears filled your eyes. it had to have been some sick combination of pleasure and embarrassment, pure heat engulfing your cunt through your shorts as he sucked on your tit. he looked up at you, his eyes rimmed with hunger as he practically ate away at your boob. “get me off with them, yeah? that okay?” the request was enough to make you tremble, barely able to nod as the thought of him, so desperate and needy, fucking your tits raw clouded your mind.

you watched as he pulled his shorts down, his hard cock springing free from his boxers. it was already glistening with precum, and he didn’t even bother to stroke it before he watched you lay flat on the couch as he pushed the base of his dick against the soft mounds of your tits. “yeah, like that, come on, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to rock his hips back and forth, your boobs jiggling with every thrust. you could feel the warmth of his cock, the wetness of his spit and precum mixing together, creating a sticky mess on your chest. it drove you insane, creating an even stickier mess between your thighs. it was all about the wild look on his face as he watched the way your boobs took his entire length in, the way his free hand toyed with your left tit, pulling at the nipple and squishing it against the skin of his cock as he rutted his hips slowly. the tip of his dick hit your chin and you couldn’t help but open your mouth, letting your tongue wrap around his head and take it in between your teeth as his shaft twitched between your boobs.

his groans grew louder as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your chest with every thrust. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you felt the pressure build in your own core, his dick sliding along the underside of your chin as your tongue swirled around the tip. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum all over your tits,” he warned you, his voice tight with need. you nodded, eager for it, feeling your own orgasm building as you watched his face scrunch up in ecstasy. your hands found their way to his hips, urging him faster, pushing him closer to the edge. you could feel the pulse of his cock, the way it grew stiffer and stiffer against your skin.

with a guttural moan, he came, spurts of hot cum painting your chest and neck as his tip left your mouth and twitched against your boobs. he thrusted forward once more just to feel the warm flesh, still spurting, and you watched with wide eyes as ropes of his seed shot out, landing on your chest and stomach. you looked up at him, panting, your chest heaving with every breath as your own climax hit you like a wave, your legs squeezing together as your muscles tightened and released in a symphony of pleasure.

mark’s eyes never left yours, the sight of his cum on your skin driving him wild. he leaned in, licking the creamy liquid off your neck before grabbing your hand and guiding it to his hardening member. “don’t get tired on me, baby. who said we were done?” he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction.

✧.*

a/n: thank you to whoever requested this!! if you don’t like how it turned out lmk and i’ll redo it babe

[youaremycosmo]

《all mine. all yours.》 taemin x reader scenario

Yeah, as always - i finished my latest idea, not what's waiting in the line XD so today husband&dad taemin is attacking again with his cuteness 💞 what a miserable dad, what would he do if he was a father of two? *runs away laughing * btw. this airport look is e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

Word count// 1,435 words

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin after a month's break is going back to work, clearly pissed off he needs to go abroad for one day. Saying goodbye to you and his daughter is just endless as he can't be apart from the family even for a second.

Genre// fluffiest fluff

Warnings// if you're allergic to cuteness, don't read MASTERLIST

- Aish, why does this performance have to be in Japan? - Taemin whined again, crouching down to put on his shoes. He was like this all yesterday, and then today, almost making a scene while packing his things and documents. 

You giggled under your nose for the hundredth time in the last hour and glanced at little Taerinnie in your arms. When she was born, Taem took a really long break from his work as a dancer to focus on helping you to take care of the baby. You both could afford it and you were extremely thankful to him, as being a mom, especially in the first days, was really stressful. Eventually, he needed to come back to work, but what caused his dissatisfaction from the very first week was this trip to Osaka. That meant he had to be away from home just for that one night, but it already seemed like the end of the world to Tae.

- Because Baekhyun is performing in Japan, duh - you mocked him a little, observing carefully what he has chosen to wear. - Everything will be fine, you need rest from us too - you assured your husband, trying somehow to calm him down. 

- How can I rest from my family? - he asked, even more outraged by your words. - I need to be by your side all the time, what if something happens and i won’t be around you? - Taem stood up, running a hand through his long, brown hair. Every hairstyle looked good on him, but there was something special in these messy strands which curled up in the ends. 

- I’m sure there won’t be this kind of situation - you said with certainty. - It’s just one night. We’ll be fine, for sure - you switched your attention towards Taerin again. She calmly wandered with her curious eyes over everything possible, while moving her little hands. This little cutie patootie looked surprised by everyone and everything, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Taerinnie was already a month old, but she still seemed so small and vulnerable, making you feel touched every time you held her. - Don't look at other men, okay? - he admonished you seriously, taking a few steps towards you. 

You groaned softly, frowning. - Ah, how can I look at other men while wearing tracksuits and sitting at home? - you asked indignantly, and Taemin chuckled, clearly amused by that. - Have you seen yourself? - you reached your hand to his brown, oversized jacket, sighing desperately. Saying he got more handsome every year was surely an understatement. He just looked extremely good today, too good for your poor being and hormones which were slowly starting to regulate, allowing you to notice a little more than just Taerinnie. - I should be the one telling you not to look at anyone else, although... it makes no sense, someone will pick on you anyway, because you look so handsome - you muttered resignedly, letting these naughty thoughts out. 

Your compliment clearly pleased Taemin, who stared at you lovingly. - My darling, somehow... I have to adjust to my beautiful wife. Look how much i had to do, only to match this pretty baby - he said with full conviction, and you snorted quietly. He said it on purpose, but you couldn't help feeling your heart beating faster while hearing those words.

- You should leave now, or you’ll be late -  you reminded Tae, but your hand was still on his chest, not wanting to let go of him. This charming bare face, messy hair, simple but perfectly fitted outfit were affecting you so much today. Taemin leaned down towards Taerin gently, causing her eyes to move to his face. His hand began to gently stroke her little head while the finger of his other hand slipped into her fist. - Be good for mommy, yeah? Don't cry too much at night, because mommy needs to sleep… Aigo, aigo… - he pouted a little, when Taerin’s pacifier slid out from her dad-alike lips. It was corrected as quickly by him - Dad will come soon, I promise. And he will buy you something nice - he assured in a lovely voice, finally pressing his full lips on her forehead. For a few more seconds Tae stared at her with a tender smile, as if he wanted to remember this sight with all his might. After a moment did he look at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to crush Taerinnie in your arms, but to hug you both.

- Any special requests, my princess? - he asked just as tenderly, caressing your side. Taemin always made sure you feel loved, especially when his attention was now divided to two girls in the home. You allowed yourself to think about it for a while, but finally shook your head. There was simply nothing in your mind to ask for. 

- Nothing? Then I'll think of something myself - he chuckled, leaning slightly to your ear. - Will some cute thongs for this equally cute baby be okay? - he asked in a playful voice, his warm breath enfolding your ear.

- Tae - you punched his arm lightly, embarrassed by this proposition. You could be sure now Taem will come back with some piece of pink lingerie, already prepared for the time you two could have sex again. 

- I'm going to miss my girls really badly - he said more quietly and seriously, kissing your forehead. - I'm going to miss my beautiful wife and my adorable daughter so, so much - you felt his thumb lightly stroke your side.

- We'll miss you too - you admitted with a smile, your faces only centimeters apart. Taemin moved even closer, connecting your lips in a delicate kiss. At first it was just an innocent brush of lips, but you held his neck with your hand, deepening the kiss and allowing yourself this moment of complete oblivion, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as Taem willingly allowed you to do this, giving himself completely to you. You pulled away from each other with slightly deepened breaths, your cheeks slightly flushed as a wave of shyness suddenly flooded your mind.

Your hand carefully slid down, releasing him. It should be nothing special, after all, you've been kissing like this for many years. However, your daughter's presence made love, true, sincere love, completely outweigh any lust. 

- Sorry, we shouldn't... - you glanced at Taerinnie, blushing. You were suddenly embarrassed that you had allowed yourself to feel what you felt for Tae in this short moment, waking up woman in mommy state. 

- We should - he replied almost immediately, reaching for your chin and making you look into his dark eyes. - I'm not talking about having sex in front of her, but... why should we be ashamed of the fact that we love each other? If we weren't a great couple, she wouldn't be here at all - he gave you his most charming smile and pecked your lips once again. - I'll see you tomorrow -  Taem said in a low voice, kissing the top of your head and sighing softly. His hand reached quickly for the handle of his suitcase.

It wasn’t that your husband was in a hurry to finally feel freedom. Instead, you could notice how he tried not to look at you both anymore in case he couldn’t leave for work at all. Taemin was so cuddly and absorbed in being a man in the house that parting with you was almost unable to bear.

You hesitated a little as he pressed the doorknob. Something… was missing there. You haven’t said what should be said. 

-Taem? - you asked, approaching him once again.

Tae only had time to glance at you and smile before you reached for the nape of his neck once more and connected your lips briefly, but definitely not innocently. 

- All mine - you said quietly, running your hand down his torso and pulling away to let him finally leave.

- All yours - he replied with a sparkle in his eye and a wide smile, before he closed the door.

You sighed loudly, biting your lip. Being alone for the first time with this little sunshine was actually quite stressful, but you wouldn’t admit that to Taemin on no account.

- So, are we left alone for a girls' night? - you said to Taerinnie as you went to lay her in her crib again. 

[writemekpop]

Idol Spotlight | Byun Baekhyun

🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

1. Pop Rocks, Strawberry, Bubblegum Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 🌻

Summary: You meet cute single dad Baekhyun at the candy shop where you work. Sparks fly, and you realise that your life is about to get a lot sweeter.

Genre: Single Dad AU

2.  Come Back to Bed 💋

Summary: After cheating breaks your marriage apart, your therapist instructs you to share a bed with Baekhyun. There’s no trust… but there sure is lust.

Genre: Husband!Baekhyun, angst, smut, bed sharing

3. Get You Alone 💋

Summary: The doctor clears you for sex after having a baby. Baekhyun can’t wait to get started - but you’re having second thoughts.

Genre: Husband!Baekhyun, New Parents

4. Baby Daddy 🌻

Summary: You’re really nervous about telling your idol boyfriend Baekhyun that you’re pregnant. So, you decide to get creative. Only, things don’t go the way you expect…

Genre: Fluff 

+ MAIN MASTERLIST+

[cuddlepilefics]

Sprained ankle (short)

Fandom: Shinee/SuperM

Sickie: Taemin

Caregivers: Minho & Jongin

No one’s POV.:

How long had they been practicing? Taemin didn’t know, couldn’t possibly remember. Since all their groups had different schedules, him, Baekhyun and Jongin hadn’t been able to practice with the other SuperM members. While Baekhyun was away on solo promotions, Taemin and Jongin tried to catch up to what they had missed. They had recording sessions, squeezed in between their individual schedules and earlier that week, a choreographer had taught them the new dances, well aware that the two could practice by themselves after being shown the choreography. He also gave them a recording, so they could watch and teach themselves whenever they got the opportunity to.

Taemin and Jongin had met up outside their official schedule almost every night to practice the new choreographies. They were the main dancers of their individual groups, so they had a reputation to uphold and if that meant sacrificing their sleep in order to perfect their dancing, so be it. Taemin’s head ached from the lack of sleep and he had seen Jongin down two painkillers earlier too, though the younger didn’t mention what was bothering him. The endless hours of additional dance practice left them both incredibly sore and their groups had already started go worry, though they knew that sometimes this hard work was what it took to achieve their success.

Having completely switched to auto-pilot, Taemin executed the moves from muscle memory, his mind blank. It seemed like he was looking at himself in the large mirror to monitor his dancing but he wasn’t actually aware of what he saw or did. Only an intense pain shooting up his leg and his vision tilting sideways brought Taemin back to focus, though not in time to catch himself. “Shit! Are you okay, hyung?”, Jongin gasped, dropping into a crouch next to his friend. Gritting his teeth as he sat up, Taemin forced out: “Ugh, yeah. Think so.” The younger offered Taemin a hand and pulled him up, only for him to stumble immediately.

“Fuck!”, Taemin hissed, clinging to Jongin’s shoulder for support, “I hurt my ankle. Just realized when I tried to put weight on it.” Suppressing a curse of his own, Jongin helped the older limp over to their bags where he sat down and dropped his aching head back against the wall. While Taemin dried his face and started to unlace his shoe, Jongin offered: “Do you want me to call anyone? Any of your members or your manager?” – “None of the members”, the other groaned, studying the already developing bruise around his ankle, “I hope they’re asleep ‘cause our schedules have been tough. Maybe my manager or one of the company drivers? It’s already starting to swell, so I should probably get it looked at maybe have an x-ray taken.” – “I’ll call your manager”, Jongin nodded sympathetically, “He can take you to the hospital and adjust your schedules depending on the diagnosis.”

While they waited for Taemin’s manager to come and pick him up, Jongin got a bottle of ice cold water from a vending machine and poured it onto his friend’s towel before carefully draping the cold fabric around his ankle, hoping to dull the pain a little. “Thanks”, Taemin panted, “I’ll text you once I know how serious it is. Hope it’s just a sprain.” Jongin hummed in agreement, contemplating whether he should continue practicing on his own or call it a day to avoid injuring himself due to his exhaustion.

When Taemin had left with his manager, Jongin took a bathroom break to make up his mind and assess just how bad his exhaustion was. On his way back to the practice room, he ran into Minho, the older not yet having headed home. Jongin quickly told Minho about the accident and the other advised him not to keep practicing or else he might hurt himself too. Once they parted, Minho called their manager and agreed to meet them at the hospital.

Surprisingly, the waiting area wasn’t as packed as Minho had feared it’d be and he joined their manager, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. There were no updates yet but they distracted themselves from the wait by discussing the possible changes that could be made to the groups schedule to accommodate Taemin’s recovery. Eventually, Minho looked up to see his dongsaeng hobbling towards them on crutches.

“Just a sprain”, Taemin announced with a tired smile, “What are you doing here, hyung?” – “I ran into Jongin and he told me what happened, so I wanted to see how you’re doing and if you need help”, Minho explained, “If you want, you can stay with me for a couple of days. I can help you out while you’re on crutches.” The younger felt the need to refuse, not wanting to burden his hyung but he was also exhausted to the bone and tired of being alone. It was especially at times of overlapping schedules and physical injuries that his mind questioned why he was doing this to himself and if it was the right path. Maybe he’d go with Minho, if just for the company and comfort he provided.

“’m so glad they gave me something for the pain”, Taemin yawned as they got into the car, “I can still feel it pulsing but my head feels better.” – “What about your head? You didn’t hit it when you fell, did you?”, Minho frowned worriedly. The younger shook his head before resting it on Minho’s shoulder, breathing: “My head was killing me earlier. Probably why I didn’t pay attention and tripped myself in the first place. The headache’s gone now though.” – “You’re unbelievable “, the older sighed, “You should’ve rested before it reached that point, you fool.” A sleepy smile played across Taemin’s face because he could hear the fondness in the other’s voice despite the scolding.

Taemin must have fallen asleep on Minho’s shoulder somewhere along the way because the next thing he knew was his hyung shaking him, encouraging: “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs and I’ll fetch you an icepack for your ankle before you’re going to sleep. Can’t let your exhaustion make you even clumsier and get you into more trouble.”

[deepbutdazzlingdarkness]

thirsting for more by deepbutdazzlingdarkness

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SuperM (Korea Band), SHINee Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Jongin | Kai/Lee Taemin Characters: Lee Taemin, Kim Jongin | Kai, Kim Kibum | Key Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms Series: Part 2 of want // more Summary:

“Do you want to suck me off?” Taemin asks, sounding curious.

“Um…” Jongin says, hands tensing as he thinks about how to answer. Truth be told, he hadn’t known until this moment how he’d feel about the idea and now he knows he definitely wants to, but— “Maybe not tonight.”

OR

Jongin and Taemin take advantage of an empty house and Taemin's single room.

[luxurystark-jackson]

marauders era characters as kpop stans

idk i randomly thought of this making it up as we go along

james:

stray kids and ateez stan (CLOSETED TWICE STAN FIGHT ME)

his favourite song is hoodie season because it’s cute and it reminds him of regulus

as a Rich Friend™️ he buys concert tickets

jeongin biased because he reminds him of regulus (me, a delusional jegulus shipper)

sirius:

full on stray kids stan

also day6 and txt

insult changbin or hyunjin in front of him and you’ll end up in the hospital wing

exists on 3racha’s soundcloud

as another Rich Friend™️ he is the number one profit source for JYPE

he puts his posters up ALL over his room and walburga absolutely despises it

he goes feral (changes into padfoot starts howling fucking nuts) if he pulls a changbin pc

remus:

ateez and txt ults but also stray kids

the marauders all stan skz let’s be real

he also listens to bts and seventeen (he’s such a simp for shua change my mind)

biases yeosang and taehyun

sirius buys him albums all the time (my dream omg) like 15 minutes after he mentions he might get an album it’s on his desk

has playlists for certain moods

fanfic reader™️ secret tumblr account for his recs and ao3 is bookmarked (we do not speak of wattpad but he has one of those too)

peter:

exo shinee and bts ults

low-key nct stan (especially nct 127) plus superm

anyone who tells you peter isn’t a 3rd gen stan is LYING

the only thing he can afford is spotify premium and he lives off of it

sirius and james try to buy him albums and he’s just like Absolutely Not i Refuse to listen to you tiny 4th gen stans

when he has some money he goes all out every single exo album he can get his hands on

he believes in growl supremacy also save me like if he could inject it into his bloodstream he would (don’t do drugs kids only bts)

he likes to dabble in producing he has a secret wip he’s been working on for like three years it’s coming out next month

regulus:

txt (certified beomgyu simp) stray kids and xdinary heroes

his favourite song is 9 and 3/4 because it’s the first txt song he listened to (plus like the magic references obviously he’s convinced txt are secretly wizards)

he buys albums obviously but he also buys those seasons greetings (as in those £70 bitches) and has a collection of them

touch his pcs and it’s St Mungo’s for you

he says stream good boy gone bad

that one time he asked lucius if he’s ever met stray kids because i.n did an impression of dobby-

lily:

twice and itzy stan. the hugest itzy stan.

ryujin/yeji bias i'd think probably both

will not shut up when itzy have a comeback

absolutely peer pressures (gently) everyone around her to listen to itzy songs

she has absolutely dragged all of the marauders to a concert with her. sirius agrees that ryujin is cool and their bonding mechanism is going to concerts together 100%

alice:

twice and bts and txt stan

huening kai biased. i feel it in my soul

she's the type to go on twitter and be the mediator in fan arguments

collects pcs and probably runs a tiktok account where she does deco for her pcs

she seems like the type to write jyp and hitman bang fanfiction but not say any part of it is satirical

pandora:

dreamcatcher and txt stan

she runs a lore account on twt/tiktok

probably has a corkboard where she notes down all the txt lore she can decipher and tries to work it out

she's also obsessed with ryujin even though she doesn't stan itzy. like. who isnt lets be real

she gets into in depth discussions with remus about the plausibility of certain theories they have about mvs

barty:

xdinary heroes day6 enhypen txt and wayv stan. dont ask

he would die for o.de he has said this many times. and sunoo probably

he would start the fanwars alice breaks up (90% of them are where he says something about hyunjin to piss off sirius completely on purpose)

anytime he sees a man with long hair he feels immense gender thoughts

absolutely the hugest thirster in the set. cannot resist a man with thick biceps at all

very obsessed with enha's vampire concept. very very obsessed with it

he would willingly learn how to do cosplays and makeup without magic so he can authentically create costumes based around idols in specific mvs

evan:

was roped into xdh by barty and skz by regulus but discovered nct on his own

he watches cringe tiktok compilations all the time

has met mark lee before. dont ask me how. he just has.

he is the most indifferent person when he gets albums but is loony when it comes to lightsticks

no1 sticker defender. probably would set up a prank of some kind where sticker just plays on repeat in potions to piss off slughorn

professional at pirating unreleased songs guy

PUKU PUKU POW POW 💥

narcissa:

closeted twice itzy and blackpink stan

she is crazy about lisa and jeongyeon

absolutely no one knows about her interest in kpop except lily

secret kpop specific twitter

participates in fanwars to put gasoline on the flames but mostly just here for the music

secretly learns choreographies and has a popular instagram account where she posts fan art (secretly)

[legend-of-voltron-rewrite]

(This is just a few random questions I think abt when i find an author i like-)

What other media/hobbies do you indulge in? What's some of your biggest interests? (Other than voltron ofc) Is there another Fandom you'd write for? Favorite childhood show(s)?

Big question, favorite volron paladin? Favorite character in voltron? (No limitations- you could answer bii-bob-bi tbh. hes a fantastic choice)

BIGGER QUESTION!! What inspired you to write this rewrite and how do you motivate yourself to continue?

That's all! Hope you're having a lovely day! :)

Hello!

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I'm very big into anime - I started watching them when I was eleven and never stopped. I watch other animated shows (Western), which I'll list in a later segment.

I'm also into manga, though not comics, (never really knew why, just couldn't get into it). Games, too, mainly RPGs, though I have been into FPS co-op as of late.

Don't judge me: K-Pop. I only really interact/watch content for one group, (will come up later), but I used to juggle between many groups.

As for hobbies other than writing: I'm big into art. Took classes for them and everything. Though this may have been obvious from early chapters of book one.

I've tried to get into making animatics, but I ended up stopping half-way through everytime I started. I like voice acting, though I've only ever done it once for someone I'm no longer friends with haha.

I used to be big into baking, but was never good at it. I'm much better at cooking, though mainly Asian dishes, (due to heritage and such).

My biggest interests... I'll keep it limited to five, else this segment would be much longer.

One Piece, (generic but it's popular for a reason), is a favourite of mine. The writing, world building, characters, relationships, messages, themes - I love it all. Definitely a high reccomendation.

Gravity Falls, because it's just that good? Even the weakest episode would be considered top tier if it was in another series. Dipper and Mabel's relationship is everything to me, and Stan was the uncle I always wanted. Love him.

Fullmetal Alchemist, mostly MangaHood, but the 2003 anime adaptation is great too. It's honestly of the best written works I've ever interacted with, and it makes perfect sense that it's highly rated.

SHINee, the K-Pop group I mentioned before. I'd call them standards for the industry, but then nobody would be able to share the stage with them. I'm a Shawol for life baby!

Finally, Katekyou Hitman Reborn. This was the first fandom I wrote fics for, back on my WattPad days, and I still love it to this day. I wish for the fandom to be revived so I may read the trashy fanfics I once adored and now hide my face in shame to.

Other fandoms I write for: Fairy Tail, though I haven't touched the AU I started in months. My Hero Academia, though only through my Tumblr page @my-rewrite-academia. I've been working on a Persona 5 fanfiction behind the scenes for a while, though I haven't progressed past chapter three.

I have an alt AO3 account, where I've written for MHA, Kuroko No Basket, Persona 5, SuperM, and the Banana Bus Squad (Vanoss and Friends).

My old WattPad has mostly Katekyou Hitman Reborn, and a sprinkle of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Neither of the previous two shall be linked, as I honestly just want to leave behind those fixs behind, considering I wrote them when I was thirteen and nothing made sense.

My favourite childhood show(s): Spongebob, Mr. Maker (only British kids will understand), Pokemon, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Also Sonic Boom, though that was exclusive to my teen years than childhood. The How To Train Your Dragon shows were also a favourite of mine, including Riders and Defenders of Berk.

If movies count, then How To Train Your Dragon, Shrek, Megamind, and Scary Movie(s). Scary Movie(s) sound like a weird thing, and it was. I was in the room with my older siblings when they put it on and never bothered to leave.

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Now the Voltron-related segment!

Favourite Paladin: Keith. I hope it's not entirely obvious in my writing, as I wish to treat every character equally, but he is my favourite. I relate to him a lot and he ticks a lot of my boxes.

Favourite character: Keith, again. Other than Keith, however, it's Coran, the Gorgeous Man. He's always so jolly despite the heartbreak he's been through, and the writers were able to balance his comedy so well.

(Apart from the Voltron Show where they were clearly running out of ideas and/or time and made him more annoying than funny.)

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BIGGEST QUESTIONS:

"What inspired me to write this rewrite–" (first half)

I actually started writing it in 2021, where I went on a three-year break due to losing motivation and my interest dwindling, at the time anyway. I was initially inspired to write it when I grew more and more frustrated with how canon handled many things.

As with many teen shows, I began to wonder if it would be handled better had it been intended for a more mature audience. It didn't help that I read the fanfics before I watched the show, so I had a certain level of expectations that weren't quite met.

I won't blame the writers, as it's usually just two or three people higher-up who make all the decisions. I was disappointed in DreamWorks, not the team behind it who have no choice but to follow orders.

But, yeah. The turning point, what really pushed me into starting and publishing the rewrite, was when I started thinking about how I'd handle each character and each arc. How I'd write different relationships, how I'd write each theme.

From there, I decided to put my money where my mouth was, so to speak.

It was a terrible start, really. When I first started writing it, I only had a vague idea of how I'd go about it. When I came back to the rewrite, the first thing I did was create a proper plan, else it'd just end up like the show - disappointing and missing so much.

I can remember, when I started, I just wanted to write a better story, which is a terrible mindset. This idea that the only thing that mattered was being better than the show is a toxic one.

My mindset is a lot better, of course. I've grown up since then, and spite-writing is something of the past. Maybe there are things I'm displeased with in canon, but I don't allow that spite to control me.

Rather, I feel more enthused, viewing it as more like adding onto what canon missed - filling in scenes rather than being better.

So, consider this a PSA to authors who spitewrite - get out of your minds. It feels much better to write if done with good intentions rather than negative. Words come easier and it doesn't feel like a chore.

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"–and how do you motivate yourself to continue?"

Keeping a schedule, first and foremost. It differs from person to person, but having a set schedule of every '—day' helps a lot. It urges me to write, and the pressure helps me more than debilitates.

Of course, others may disagree. For others, having a strict schedule may feel constricting and thus hinder creativity, but it's helpful to me. This idea of, 'I have to do this', 'if not now then when?', helps me a lot.

It's also my longest fic to date, so to stop now would feel like a large disservice to both me and to the people who read each new chapter.

Then there's you! I'm not kidding, either. Comments, now more than ever, are usually so rare.

I once saw a post about an author discovering a discord server where their fic, (which had very little comments), was being heavily dicussed, and people had nothing but praise for it. When they asked why they didn't comment, they said that they didn't feel the need to, or that it would be embarrassing. That they never knew what to comment, despite the praise they had for it.

The author then decided to abandon the work upon finding this out. Because we don't get anything from posting our works. All we ask for is some form of praise or acknowledgement, and comments are just that.

Even if it's [<33] or [This is good!] or even [please update], we appreciate it all. Honestly, the only time I refuse to comment, rather than simply forgetting, is when an author holds fics hostage. The whole, 'I want x-many comments or else I won't update'. At that point, I lose any respect they had.

Comments are our lifeline, yet the idea of asking for comments feels like tabboo. As if we're less for leaving even a small note of, 'comment please', feels like it's asking for too much.

So to have a repeat commenter, to have you, is everything to me! If all else fails, if I can't find the motivation, I often think about those people who subscribed, who have my fic bookmarked, who comment on each update, and I think about how there are people who get excited with each update, who want to know what's going to happen next, who want to see this fic to its end.

It may sound corny, but my biggest motivation really is my readers, and those repeat comments give me life. It helps in ways that I never realised could.

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And that is the end of the AMA/Q&A segment!! Thank you for sending this, stay tuned for the next update, have a great day, and look both ways before crossing the road!

[toxicrevolver]

Tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon thanks for the tag!!!

Last Song: Birthday by Ten

Last Movie: Tangled (a little over a week ago. I rarely watch movies)

Currently Watching: I’m still working on Shameless and The Devils Plan (it’s been like a month now. The Devils Plan isn’t even that long I just never have enough brain power to watch it)

Other Stuff Watched This Year: Kinnporsche, Dead End: Paranormal Park, Black Bird, The Crowded Room (THIS WAS SO GOOD. but it’s an apple tv exclusive), several shark/ocean documentaries. I’ve probably watched more shit but memory bad. I remember watching these shows tho and the fact I hyperfixated on sharks/the ocean for like 2 months.

Shows I Dropped: I haven’t dropped any shows recently just bcs I haven’t really been watching any, but I dropped Merlin, Supernatural, and Once Upon A Time several times. I want to finish them but I get to certain seasons and just get bored.

Currently Reading: so many fanfiction. Like so so many. My google chrome doesnt even show a number it’s just :) and it’s a hodgepodge of so many fandoms (I’m not about to get cancelled for what I read). After my tumblr scroll tho I need to read the new chapter of what’s one more? (bad decision) by @loveable-sea-lemon (I am obsessed with this fic in the best way possible. I apologize for nothing.)

Currently Listening To: my current on repeat songs are I Am You by P1Harmony, Birthday by Ten, and Jopping by SuperM (don’t ask) but current repeat albums are Golden Age by NCT, On My Youth by WayV, and Fact Check by NCT 127 (I’ve told y’all the NCT brain rot is real)

Currently Working On: nothin. I’m scrolling tumblr after posting this and readin fanfic bcs it’s my day off. Should I clean my room? Yes. Am I going to? No.

I’m not tagging anyone but if anyone wants to participate they can blame me!!

[kpoptrashboiii]

Welcome to my page! Honestly I have no idea how this app works but here is some stuff about me!

I write on Wattpad predominantly but I don't upload a lot of my work due to my ADHD so I am planning on just posting some here.

I listen to:

Nct (all units), BTS (rarely anymore), Stray kids, TXT (Rarely), Enhyphen (rarely), newjeans, nmixx, kard, Mamamoo, (g)-idle, Jay Park, blackpink, seventeen, Itzy, xg, bibi, yugyeom, ash island, ive, dean, twice, dpr Ian, dpr live, xdinary heroes, exo, superm, dreamcatcher, big naughty, ph-1, Zion.t, grey, Jackson wang, the rose, wonho, woodz, bewhy, ateez, red velvet, kingdom, omegax, day6, zico, MCND, block b, bigbang, and monsta x

I will write:

Smut, angst (rarely), fluff, reactions, and text scenarios

I may upload fanfiction

If you request a story:

If it's smut the idol MUST be OVER 18

That's pretty much it, thank you for reading.

[softsan]

🖇Bountiful like bronze pt.1 (mark)

MASTERLIST

PARTS: | 01 |

HYBRID PROFILES

GENRE: Hybrid AU!, 1960′s, Drama, Angst, Future Fluff, 

QUOTE: “He opened and closed his fist. A feeling of foolishness amounted to Mark. If he could he’d scold his younger self to not be so naïve to think a human truly thought of him as a friend.”

WARNINGS: Blood, Injuries, Abuse, Discrimination, Abandonment 

July 13th 1956.

The sky was decorated with an illimitable number of stars, golden obits of light that drew the eye to an otherwise inky horizon.

You lay upon a blanket of dyed fleece. Its woolen strains were tightly woven to provide the utmost insulation during the colder months. However, with summer nearing its head, the blanket was reduced as something to set down on the terrace, so you didn't ruin your nightgown while you were outside stargazing.

Your best friend, as always, was right beside you. The young lion hybrid you'd fondly named as Mark.

Mark was small in stature, buttoned nose and squishy cheeked. He had a head of hair vivid and bright, the flaxen straws messily combed and parted in its middle. Most strikingly of all were his other-worldly eyes, colored like turquoise gems. They fluttered in wonderment as he stared out to the starry ambit above.

Your parents, affluent figures in high-class society, were moneyed and indulgent. Attentive towards the flashy parties they threw in your family's mansion, but otherwise indifferent and neglectful to you. In an attempt to quell your headache-inducing cries for attention, they gifted you the lion hybrid deducing you'd be preoccupied with your new pet for some time.

However, what your parents hadn't foreseen was the blossoming friendship that transpired between you and Mark. As your existence was no longer one of solitary. For your lonesome self had a partner to confide in, a companion to explore the world's endless marvels with.

"Look," You outstretched your hand, your tiny fingers wiggling in the face of the luminous constellations, "It's a lion,"

"Where?" Mark's innocently stared forth, following your pointed index finger as you mapped the Leo's outline.

"Do you see it?" Your burgeoning enthusiasm heightened.

Mark furiously shook his head, disappointment peppered on his features. 

You grasped his hand within your own, slowly tracing the constellation once more,"Do you see it now?"

Mark's focus shifted, his eyes falling upon the likes of your face instead. Your lips were upturned, you eyes with crinkled with excitement.

"I see it," He replied softly, 

I see the only star that matters.

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September 12th 1965.

Mark felt as if he was anesthetized, his mind floating outer bodily to a place other than where he was presently residing. 

He'd become desensitized from the abhorrent living conditions he'd endured for the last couple of years, accepting this cruel condor as his new reality.

His back slumped against the oxidizing bars of metal, his cage eroded from exposure to the rapid changes in climate. Mark had been confined and hauled around the country with the traveling carnival.

His privileges had been far and few. They could stripped further if he failed to perform for the masses, entertaining their spellbound faces with his menial tricks. 

He'd expeditiously became a crowd favorite. The lion, the crown jewel of the traveling carnival.

His previous owners had long sold him to the circus. The duplicity in their actions was not something he'd seen coming, for Mark and their daughter had fervently played almost everyday. 

Mark had always thought the two of you would be inseparable. Y/N. Mark still regarded you with bitterness.

He opened and closed his fist. A feeling of foolishness amounted to Mark. If he could he’d scold his younger self to not be so naïve to think a human truly thought of him as a friend.

The circus' head trainer coiled a leather whip around the diameter of his forearm as he began his patrol.

All hybrids were categorized as subhuman and less than, reduced to either pets, servants, and in Mark's case, as entertainment. 

There were certain breeds were considered rarer and had become collectibles amongst humans. Big cats and bears, in particular, held a pretty dollar to their names and were cash cows for those who'd cared to capitalize on their genus.

The trainer's beady eyes scanned the grounds, his tread halting before Mark's cage, "What on earth have you done?"

Mark made no effort to respond, turning his head sideways.

"I'm speaking to you!" The trainer demanded, his purple-faced darkened as he hotly undid the lock of Mark's cage.

The trainer stalked inside, roughly grabbing hold of Mark's neck. His grubby nails dug into Mark's skin, forcibly garnering his attention.

Whist succumbed to boredom, Mark had headbutt the cage's weakest alignment in a fruitless attempt to perforate the metal and weasel himself out. In turn, his head had swelled, leaving a nasty bump.

The circus' head trainer was in such a tiff due to the injury to Mark's most prized asset. His face. Mark would not be able to perform as such. As it'd ruined the ambiance the circus' fashioned for its patrons. Audiences came to enjoy themselves, not comment on the conditions of the entertainment.

"You pathetic beast," The trainer berated, unraveling his whip, "You have but one job, and yet you insist on making things difficult."

The whip lashed down, Mark instinctively lifted his arms to defend himself. He winced as the hot, stinging sensation ran through his body. Not long after, did welt marks arise on the assaulted flesh.

"I would have thought you'd learn from the last time,"

Mark's eyes watered. He blinked back his tears, refusing to break in front of the trainer.

Mark despised this meaningless existence. His lack of self-worth and further the liberty to at least live outside a cage.

───

The breathtaking sunset encompassed the entity of the skyline while washes of apricot oranges and peach pinks mingled and interweaved, the awe-inspiring vision reflected on the surface of the tranquil ocean.

You posed in a printed dress that sported a glaring flamboyant pattern. The silken material had been purposefully cut to elongate your silhouette, while heeled beach sandals added to your height. Additionally, the stylist had paired your gaudy fit with oversized acrylic accessories, which neither complimented nor refined your look.

"Beautiful darling," The photographer crouched from behind his camera, snapping shot after shot.

You were momentarily dazed by the flash of light, blinking away the spots that had appeared before your eyes.

As a freelance model, you didn't quite model Haute couture, but the indie magazine's fashion consultant assured you'd be forwarding a new spacey craze that was bound to take off.

"Another one with your left arm above your head," The photographer instructed, his boots shuffling across the sand.

You obliged, pouting your lips and relaxing your neck.

"You're a natural,"

You kept your pose. It was a wonder that you excel at something you placed such little effort in. After all, freelance modeling was just a means for you to accumulate enough cash for your road trip—your plans to tour the entire length of the coast and satisfy your longing for adventure.

It had been years since you had distanced yourself from your parents. Their misguided mollycoddling becoming all too much. They had embraced the rose-colored society norms, their circle permuting lavish spending, chain-smoking, and scandalous affairs. A standard to which they had no issue exposing you. 

"That's a wrap," The photographer announced, signaling one of the assistants to hand you a towel.

You nodded thanks, draping it over your shoulders.

"Have you considered heading with us up west?" The creative director approached, offering you a hot beverage.

You took a small sip of the water-downed coffee before responding, "I actually planned to continue onward on route 51."

"Too bad," The director affirmed, "We had already scouted the perfect location to compliment the tread. Would a higher hourly rate entice you?"

You nibbled on your lip, apprehensive.

I really could do with the money. You grappled with yourself. Noting the repairs to your van would be a costly expense.

You unclasped the butterfly hair clip from your up-do, returning it to the assistant.

"I'll do it," You committed, ruffling your teased hair. "I can follow behind you in my van."

The director indiscreetly frowned, inspecting the rusted shell and green mosaic painted on your wheels, "Are you sure you'd not prefer to ride with us?"

You politely shook your head. Your Volkswagen cargo van was your proudest purchase. It was the first item you'd bought from the capital you earned and not with the assistance of your parent's finances. 

You bid goodbye to the staff and headed towards your van. You shut the door behind you and settled down on the polyester furnishings. You tugged down the sun visor, the lingering heat scorching your fingertips while and old photograph dropped on your lap. 

You picked up the image, careful to not smudge your fingerprints on the glossy texture. 

A thoughtful sigh escaped your mouth. I wonder what you're up to Mark? Are you fairing well?

You shook your head. Mark was a long time ago. You inserted your keys and attempted to start the ignition. After some groaning protests, the engine finally started.

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July 19th 1958.

The timber photo frame slipped from Mark's tiny fingers, the thin glass shattering in all directions.

"Don't move!" You conducted, carefully, tip-toeing over the squared rug, "You'll stand on the shards."

Mark showed no mindfulness, absently stepping closer. He brushed the fragments off the speckled photograph, grasping the grey and white image between his fingers. He was in awe of the image's overexposure, studying how it had captured the fine current lines in the bed of waves.

"Mark!" You scolded, bending down to clean up the broken pieces, "You could have hurt yourself," You collected the glass in the palm of your hand.

"Have you been here?" Mark disregarded what you'd said, showing you the photograph.

You shook your head, "No, that's a picture from my parent's honeymoon," You dropped the shards onto an old newspaper which had been left on your father's desk, "Somewhere on along the coast,"

Mark's eyes sparkled. He'd never set sights upon the sea before.

You heard the twisting of the doorknob. Your father turned it back and forth, struggling to wedge the door of his study open.

Your mouth trembled. The fear of being caught made your child-like heart furiously beat. You grabbed Mark's hand, urging him to follow you to the window.

Mark tumbled over his feet, still half distracted by the photo of the sea.

"Leave it," You whispered, digging your fingernails into the dried paint that had sealed the windowsill and frame together.

Alternatively, Mark folded the image and tucked it into the pocket of your blue-frilled poodle skirt. Afterwards, he went to help you heave up the window. Collectively, you were able to pry it open.

You prompted Mark to go through first. You then crawled through, the buoyancy of your skirt proving an obstacle. Mark tugged on your hands while you kicked your saddle shoes into the plaster in an attempt to propel yourself outward. 

"Come on," He grumbled, his pointed front incisors biting down on his bottom lip.

He gave you one last jerk. You muffled a startled cry as you came hurling, catapulting into Mark.

The both of you groaned. You rubbed your forehead, where the both of you had butted heads. Likewise, Mark kneaded his, cracking a smile.

An endearing giggle left your throat.

"Is someone there?" Your father's voice boomed.

You masked your mouth, nudging that the two of you should leave. Mark concurred, standing onto his feet, offering you a hand and lifting you off the pavement.

───

September 25th 1965.

The carnival was stirring, abuzz with young faces touring the limitless rides. You concluded that the most populous among the fairgrounds were the pastel-painted carousels and the bumper cars recreated from recycled racing vehicles.

You strode under the luminescence of color, twinkling fairy lights shinning from alternative directions. Your peculiar state of dress, catching the eyes of a curious few.

You wore a psychedelic patterned maxi dress, belted and lined with a kiwi lime leather which coincided with your low-heeled, mid-calf, flowery boots.  

"I've reserved the innermost of the circus’ tent for an hour before the show is expected to start."

"What do you plan to have me pose alongside?" You inquired, scanning the most anticipated of attractions.

Your exchange with the creative director was cut short. A tall man wearing oversized glasses and a black top hat interrupting.

"Welcome to the Wandering circus, milady. I hope your time with us will be fruitful," 

“We’re here with the magazine,” 

The tall man tipped his hat as he pushed back the curtain for your party to enter.

 Your eyes widened as you observed the sheer size of the inside of the cylinder tent. A large pit was in the circus’ center, while beyond the stairs were private booths that ascended upwards for those who had reserved their seats beforehand. As you strayed further under the spotlight, you took note of the cages draped in a large velvety cloth. 

The cameraman shook the hand of the head trainer, outlaying how he'd like to frame the scene. In the meantime, your makeup was quickly re-touched, a powder puff mattifying the shine on your nose.

"Let's get in position," The cameraman lifted his heavy camera equipment and aligned it with his eye.

You offered a polite smile to the knife thrower, who modeled beside you. He juggled the sharpened daggers without any qualms, his red clown-lined lips twisted into a toothy smile.

"Unveil the beast!"

The head-trainer heeded to the cameraman's request. You kept your expression poised, your eyes trained ahead.

Mark fiercely growled, squinting at the fluorescent lights that harshly beamed down. His sight slowly adjusted to the new surroundings that lay outside of his prison. He was no longer stockpiled with the other hybrids but was instead was in the middle of the pit. 

Your previous professionalism slipped away as you broke character.

That growl… A lion?

Mark's chest hammered as he saw the silhouette of one he'd imagined he'd never catch a glimpse of again.

You immediately spun around, your watery eyes falling upon Mark. Your breath evaporated from your lungs, your stomach somersaulting in disbelief.

Y/N? Mark's expression darkened.

You, who had toyed with his childish heart. You, the one person on this earth he resented with all his being.

Mark? A tear rolled down your powered cheek. I've missed you so much.

He growled. His hatred for you was incalculable. 

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[keehomania]

nct jaehyun with big tit reader pls…

JEONG JAEHYUN (정재현) — TWISTED (18+)

✧

the apartment was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic sweep of the mop across the floor. you moved with practiced precision, your hands gliding over every surface with meticulous care. a flick of your wrist here, a light dusting there—small adjustments that hardly seemed worth noting, but they were. every movement had a purpose, even if it was hidden beneath the veneer of tidying up.

the soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. you wiped down the windowsill, straightened the framed photo of you and jaehyun on the shelf with a smug glint in your eyes, and smoothed out the creases in the bedsheets. the apartment, as always, was immaculate, the kind of clean that only came from constant upkeep. but today, the cleaning wasn’t really about cleanliness. it was about preparation.

you paused by the desk, fingers brushing over the cool surface. between the neatly arranged pencil holders and stacks of paperwork, you slipped in a small camera, positioning it just right. a subtle angle, nothing too obvious, but enough to capture every corner of the room. a second camera followed, this one hidden in the far corner, tucked away in the shadows where it wouldn’t be noticed. satisfied, you moved on.

under the bed, you placed a voice recorder, pressing it firmly against the wood, ensuring it was out of sight. there was no room for mistakes, not today. finally, a tiny bug nestled into the corner of the room, blending seamlessly with the décor. you stepped back to admire your work, a slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips. everything was in place.

with a slow, deliberate movement, you tightened the belt around your dress, the soft leather pulling snug against your waist. the fabric draped perfectly, as it always did, every detail considered, every piece of you in control. you reached for the bottle of perfume on the vanity, its familiar scent filling the air as you dabbed it on your wrists. not your favorite scent—his. the one that made him lean in just a little closer, his breath catching for just a second longer.

you adjusted the microphone headset over your ears, the cool metal brushing against your skin. a sip of wine followed, the rich, dark liquid swirling in the glass before you took a slow, savoring taste. the tension in your muscles melted away, replaced by something else, something darker. not stress, not weariness, not betrayal. no, none of those things. what filled you now was a quiet thrill, a heat that coiled low in your stomach, simmering beneath the surface.

without a second glance, you made your way downstairs, the soft click of your heels echoing in the hallway. the receptionist barely looked up as you approached, her hand sliding instinctively to the desk drawer. you slipped her a bundle of cash—thick, well-prepared, without a word exchanged. she nodded, her hand moving to unlock the door behind her. you stepped inside the dimly lit security room, the soft hum of the monitors filling the space around you.

you settled into the chair, your fingers tracing the edge of the wine glass as you watched the screens flicker to life. one by one, the angles of the apartment room came into view, each camera displaying its silent feed. and there he was, as you knew he would be. jaehyun, standing in the corner, his body pressed against someone else. a woman, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his back. their lips moved in a frantic, fevered kiss, bodies entwined as if the world outside ceased to exist.

your eyes lingered on the screen, a slow, satisfied smile creeping across your face as you sipped your wine. typical. the scent of your perfume must have hit him, because his movements stilled for just a moment, nostrils flaring as he pulled back from the kiss. but it didn’t matter. even now, with another woman in his arms, your presence haunted him. and that, more than anything, sent a wave of satisfaction through you.

he pressed her harder against the wall, his fingers tangling in her hair, lips grazing her neck. but you didn’t flinch. you didn’t feel the sting of jealousy, didn’t feel your heart shatter at the sight. instead, there was a sick, twisted pleasure in watching him repeat the same motions he did with you. It should have hurt—should have torn you apart—but it didn’t. if anything, it thrilled you.

there was something captivating in watching his desire, watching him pour himself into someone else, knowing full well that no matter how much he took from her, it would never compare to what you gave. he could try, he could chase that feeling, but it would never be the same. not without you. so you let him have his time. let him indulge. and as you sipped your wine, watching the scene unfold before you, you knew that he would always come back. because no one else would ever match what you had.

the security room was dim, the glow of the monitors casting an eerie light over jaehyun’s sharp features. he sat in the worn leather chair, eyes glued to the flickering screens before him. the scent hit him first, thick and sweet like spun sugar, relentless in its sweetness, clinging to every breath he took. your perfume. it was unmistakable, coating the air with a syrupy heaviness that curled around him like a possessive hand. he grunted softly, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening as he inhaled deeply, letting the scent overwhelm his senses.

he knew it too well. the fragrance that lingered on your skin after a night out, the same one that would pull him toward you, that made his breath hitch when he buried his face in your neck. but tonight, the thought gnawed at him. was it for him? the way it used to be? or for your lover, the one you disappeared with after slipping out of the apartment when you thought he wasn’t looking?

the lines blurred in his mind, the sharpness between you and him, between you and whoever else had stolen your time, stolen what should have been his. his jaw tightened as he leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing. you had set this up. he knew it the moment he stepped into the room, knew it from the way the cameras were positioned. it was so you—calculated, precise, cruel in a way only he could appreciate. he wanted to hate it, to hate you, but instead, a twisted admiration crawled up his spine. this was your game, and he was only too willing to play.

his eyes roamed over the grainy image as you finally appeared on the screen, your figure unmistakable even through the static. you stepped into view, your dress clinging to your body like it was made for you, and jaehyun’s breath hitched again, the scent of your perfume still assaulting his senses. his hand, almost unconsciously, moved to his lap, the tension in his body easing slightly as he spread his legs wider, trying to alleviate the growing ache. but you weren’t alone.

his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he watched, every muscle in his body going rigid as a man stepped into the frame behind you. tall, unfamiliar, hands that gripped you too familiarly, lips that ghosted over the curve of your neck with an urgency that made jaehyun’s skin prickle. the man’s mouth moved against your skin, bruising and licking, leaving marks that jaehyun knew too well—the kind that staked a claim. his pulse quickened, his body reacting before his mind could catch up, a satisfied hiss slipping from his lips. he hated it, the way he was drawn to the sight of you with someone else. hated the way his body responded, the way his fingers twitched to touch the screen, to feel connected to something—anything—that involved you.

dd it feel the same? did the man know what you liked, the way jaehyun did? the way your breath caught when lips hovered over your collarbone, the way your back arched when fingers tangled in your hair. the possessiveness that burned in his chest was primal, instinctual. you were his, even if the world around him screamed otherwise. and then, just for a second—a fleeting moment that almost slipped past him—you paused. your head tilted, and your eyes, dark and knowing, flicked upward. they locked onto the camera. jaehyun’s breath hitched. you knew.

for a moment too long, your gaze didn’t waver. that smirk—the one he had memorized, the one that had undone him more times than he cared to count—curled at the edges of your lips. you weren’t just aware of him. you were showing him. every movement was deliberate, every arch of your neck as the man kissed your skin, every glance toward the lens, every shift in your posture. it was all for him. the realization hit him with the force of a train. this wasn’t about the man with you. he was just a prop, a tool in your hands to provoke the reaction you wanted.

jaehyun exhaled slowly, the tension in his body turning into something else—something deeper, darker. his lips parted, and he muttered under his breath, barely above a whisper, “that’s my girl.” the words felt raw, scraping against his throat, filled with a kind of pride that he hadn’t realized he still held. you knew him too well. better than anyone. you played him like an instrument, each note of your performance calculated to draw out exactly what you wanted from him. and he couldn’t help but admire it, as twisted as it was.

he leaned back in the chair, legs still spread wide, his hand dragging down his face as he let out a slow, steadying breath. his eyes never left the screen, watching as the man pulled you closer, his hands disappearing into your hair, mouth claiming yours in a kiss that should have made jaehyun see red. but he didn’t. he couldn’t. because in that moment, he knew it didn’t matter. none of them mattered.

the way the man touched you, the way he kissed you, it would never come close to the way jaehyun did. he knew you in ways that no one else ever could. you might share your body with someone else, but your mind, your games—they were all his. you left breadcrumbs, and he followed them willingly, drawn into the labyrinth you’d created. another smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you, his girl, wrapped in another man’s arms, knowing full well you’d never belong to anyone else but him. he would let you play your game, let you dance with whoever you wanted, but in the end, it would always come back to the two of you.

he adjusted his seat, the sick heat of satisfaction settling deep within him. he couldn’t look away from the screen, even if he wanted to. and why would he? you were performing for him, after all. “knows me so well,” he murmured again, his voice a low, reverent sigh as he let his hand drop to his side. his eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he watched you, watched the man touch you, watched you steal glances at the camera. always for him.

the apartment was quiet again, but this time the silence was different—thicker, charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. you felt it in the way your pulse raced beneath your skin, in the subtle tremor in your fingers as you stood in the middle of the room. he wasn’t far behind. you could hear him, the soft sound of his footsteps growing louder, closer, until the door clicked open behind you. you didn’t turn around. you didn’t need to. you could feel him watching you, his gaze heavy and possessive, the tension between you winding tighter with every passing second.

jaehyun didn’t say a word as he moved closer, the heat of his body pressing against your back. his hands slid around your waist, fingers grazing your hips before traveling upward, the soft fabric of your dress bunching under his touch. his lips found the side of your neck, the same spot where the man’s had been just hours earlier, but jaehyun’s kiss was rougher, more demanding. he bit down lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips, and you could feel him smirk against your skin.

“you must’ve seen us, yeah?” your voice was breathless, words slipping out between shallow pants as his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. he answered with a low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating against your neck as his mouth moved lower, assaulting your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. his breath was ragged, uneven, and you felt the hardness of him pressing against the back of your thighs through his boxers, straining against the fabric. the memory of what he had seen—of you with another man—was still fresh in his mind, fueling every touch, every kiss.

jaehyun’s hand slipped under your dress, fingers trailing down to your panties, and without hesitation, he pushed them aside, his fingers finding the wet heat between your legs. his thumb brushed over your clit, slow at first, teasing, before he began to rub in tight circles, his pace quickening as he leaned into your ear. “every bit of it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “you gave it to him real good, baby.”

a smirk tugged at your lips as you twisted your fingers into his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force him to look at you. his lips were swollen, glistening with spit, and his eyes—those dark, dangerous eyes—were filled with lust and something darker, something unhinged. you’d always loved that look, the way it made your heart pound, the way it made your core ache for him.

without warning, you slapped him hard across the face, the sharp crack of skin against skin reverberating through the room. the force of it left his cheek red, and the sting of your palm lingered in the air. jaehyun’s lips parted in a shocked gasp, his pupils blown wide as the lust in his eyes deepened into something feral. his hand flexed at your waist, and for a moment, you thought he might lose control completely. instead, he groaned, a low, broken sound that made your stomach clench, and you could feel his cock twitch against you, his boxers impossibly tight. “almost like you expected less of me,” you purred, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you traced the red mark on his cheek, watching the way his breath hitched at your touch. you could feel the power shift between you, feel the way his body reacted to your every word, your every movement.

he didn’t respond with words. instead, his hands moved to your shoulders, shoving you back onto the bed with enough force to make the mattress creak. you let out a sharp moan as your body hit the sheets, your back arching as jaehyun climbed on top of you, his weight pressing you down. he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as his lips trailed down the curve of your neck, past your collarbone, before they found their way to your breasts.

he groaned as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. his other hand cupped your breast, squeezing, kneading, as if he couldn’t get enough of them. “love these so much,” he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled by the fullness of your breast in his mouth. “the other girls, they don’t have ones like this.”

your breath hitched, the praise sending a wave of heat through your body, making your knees weak. but before you could process it, jaehyun released your wrists and leaned up, his hand moving with brutal swiftness as it collided with your cheek in a stinging slap that made your head snap to the side. the sharp pain bloomed across your skin, and instead of recoiling, you moaned, the sound desperate and raw, your body arching toward him in a way that begged for more. “i don’t get to play with them like this,” he smirked, his thumb brushing over your reddened cheek before trailing back down to your chest, his hands claiming your breasts again as if they belonged to him.

your thighs clenched around his waist, hips bucking up against him, desperate for friction, for relief from the ache that had been building inside you from the moment he touched you. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea that made his smirk widen as he pressed his body down against yours, his erection rubbing against your bare thigh through his boxers. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that felt primal, unhinged. the kiss was messy, spit slicking your lips as his hands moved down your body, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties before he yanked them off in one rough motion. his fingers returned to your core, probing and rubbing, and every touch was calculated to make you squirm, to elicit the moans he’d missed on camera.

you broke the kiss to gasp for air, your head tipping back as he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them just right, hitting the spot that made you see stars. your legs trembled around him, every nerve in your body lit up with need as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit in time with each thrust.

“god, jae,” you gasped, your fingers gripping his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. He loved when you pulled his hair, loved the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. “yeah,” he grunted, his voice low and ragged as he looked up at you, his fingers never slowing. “you like it when i watch, don’t you? see how desperate you are for them.”

you smirked, your body arching off the bed, chasing the pleasure. “i like it when you can’t stop yourself,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “when you’re so addicted to me, you can’t even think straight.” his eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver through you as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you empty and aching. in one swift motion, he shoved his boxers down, his erection springing free, hard and desperate for you. he didn’t hesitate, grabbing your hips and yanking you down the bed before positioning himself between your legs.

he hovered above you for a moment, eyes locked onto yours, the air thick with tension, before he thrust into you, filling you in one hard stroke that knocked the breath from your lungs. you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness, the burn of the stretch only intensifying the pleasure. he groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a desperation that bordered on madness. the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of his ragged breaths and your breathless moans, of the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts.

he buried his face in your neck, biting down hard enough to bruise as he fucked you with reckless abandon, his body shaking with the force of it. you clung to him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your body moving in perfect sync with his, lost in the intensity of the moment, lost in the feeling of him inside of you. jaehyun’s hands moved down to your chest, gripping your breasts with a hunger that made your breath hitch. his fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing, kneading, his eyes glued to the way they moved with each hard thrust of his hips. he was obsessed, completely entranced, as if he couldn’t get enough of the way they filled his hands, the way your nipples stood hard and ready for him.

his mouth descended on one of them, his lips hot and wet as he sucked greedily, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple before biting down gently, just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. you moaned, your back arching off the bed as his teeth grazed your skin, leaving a red mark in his wake. he groaned against your breast, his hand moving to cup the other one, his thumb flicking over your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, i love these,” he repeated between kisses, his voice thick with lust, muffled by your skin as he continued to lavish attention on your chest. “they’re so fucking perfect, baby. none of the others—” he paused, his teeth grazing your nipple again, harder this time. “—none of the other girls have tits like this.” you smirked at his words, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you threaded your fingers through his hair, yanking him up to meet your gaze. his lips were wet, spit running down his chin, his eyes wild with need, the dark desire in them so potent it made your stomach flip.

“good,” you panted, your voice breathless but teasing, “because they don’t deserve them.” his cock twitched inside you at that, and you knew you had him. he liked when you reminded him, when you made him see that no matter who he was with, no matter what he did, you were the one he couldn’t let go of. you were the one who owned him.

you ran your hands down his chest, your nails scratching lightly against his skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. he groaned at the sensation, his hips stuttering slightly as he thrust into you harder, deeper, chasing the release he knew he’d only find with you. “i saw you, you know,” you whispered, your voice thick with a twisted kind of admiration. “you fucked her so well, jae. i was impressed.”

his breath hitched at your praise, and you could feel the way his body responded to your words, the way his cock swelled inside you, twitching with need. his grip on your breasts tightened, his hips slamming into yours with renewed force as if he was trying to prove something, trying to show you that no matter who he fucked, it was you that he belonged to. “yeah?” he groaned, his voice low and rough as he leaned down, his mouth hovering over yours. “you liked watching me fuck her?”

you moaned in response, your legs tightening around his waist as you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. “yeah,” you breathed, your lips brushing against his, teasing him. “but you know what i like even more?” he growled, his hand slipping from your chest to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck as he pressed his lips to your ear. “what?”

“i like knowing that no matter how good it was, no matter how hard you fucked her, you always come back to me,” you whispered, your voice dripping with confidence, with satisfaction. he groaned at your words, his hand tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath catch. “fuck, baby,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “you’re the only one. no one else feels like this.”

he leaned down, his mouth crashing against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a wet, messy tangle of spit and need. you could taste him—taste the desperation, the hunger that only you could satisfy. his lips were swollen, raw, and you kissed him harder, your fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. he pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and filled with a primal kind of lust. “you like it when i fuck them, huh?” he babbled through a haze of lust, his hips slamming into yours again, his pace relentless. “you like knowing that no matter how good they are, they’ll never be you.”

you moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as your body trembled beneath him. “yes,” you panted, your voice barely more than a whisper, “because they’ll never be enough for you.” jaehyun’s hand moved from your throat to your breast again, squeezing it roughly as he leaned down, his lips trailing down your neck to your chest. he sucked on your nipple, his tongue swirling around it before pulling it between his teeth and biting down, hard enough to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“god, i love these tits,” he groaned, his voice muffled by your skin. “could fuck them all day.” your legs trembled, the intensity of his words and the roughness of his touch pushing you closer to the edge. you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, ready to snap at any moment. “then do it,” you teased, your voice breathless as you arched into him. “fuck me like you fuck them, jaehyun. show me.”

his eyes flashed with something dark and devious, and without warning, he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and aching. you barely had time to protest before he grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with a rough shove. you moaned as your body hit the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets as he positioned himself behind you. he didn’t waste time. his hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as he thrust into you from behind, the force of it making you cry out, your body jolting forward with each hard thrust. the angle was different, deeper, and you could feel every inch of him as he slammed into you, his cock hitting the spot that made you see stars.

his hand came down on your ass with a sharp slap, the sting of it sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “fuck,” you gasped, your voice muffled by the pillow as your hips bucked back against him. “harder.” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you harder, faster, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. “you really love this, don’t you?” he grunted, his voice low and rough. “love knowing i fuck them, but i come back to you.”

you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure as you nodded, your words coming out in broken gasps. “yes, yes, i love it.” his hand came down on your ass again, harder this time, and you cried out, the sting of it mixing with the overwhelming pleasure building inside you. “good,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “because this is the one thing i get to do that they can’t.”

with that, he thrust into you one last time, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with hot, sticky heat. you moaned at the feeling of him cumming inside you, the sensation sending you over the edge as your own orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing with pleasure. jaehyun collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. “this,” he murmured against your skin, his voice soft but possessive, “this is mine.”

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a/n: i do NOT condone cheating yall

[youaremycosmo]

《my cutest psychopath》 taemin x reader scenario

Em, first thing - i don't know what i just wrote. It's definitely sth different ^^ Second thing - all inspired just from this photo, actually fiancé Taemin is supposed (you can imagine him as you want ofc) to look like in 2017-2018, but gosh this gaze?? Third thing - if some of you are waiting for smut from me, not worthy at all XD Word count// 974 words (such a shortie)

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin just after your wedding turns out to be a well-hidden psychopath who wants to have you all for himself. But not in real life.

Genre// fluff (?)

Warnings// um, handcuffing, dominance MASTERLIST

It was supposed to be the most pleasant morning in your life. 

The first morning no longer as a fiancée, but as a wife.

Lee Taemin's wife.

It sounded so... unreal. After all those long years, so satisfying and exciting.

You slowly opened your eyes, expecting either a kiss on your forehead and him asking with a hoarse voice if his love was up already, or his handsome face, still deep in sleep.

But you definitely didn't expect this.

- Eh? - you glanced at your hands, placed unnaturally upwards. Were those... handcuffs? Strapped to the bed...? What...?

With an uncomprehending look, you tried to move your legs, but they turned out to be tied too, preventing you from moving.

What the actual hell...?

Your breath suddenly deepened, trying to remember last evening while staring at the bed in nerves. Did somebody kidnap you? Or dropped something in your drink?

Finally, your attention turned to the man who was sitting across from you. 

Taemin, your husband, just sat in a huge armchair, his hands behind his neck, with a face deep in thought.

His eyes, now sharp and piercing, were so different from the warm and loving ones you saw every day.

He didn't speak. Not a word. He just stared. Like a complete stranger. 

- Taemin, what is this? - you said with slight panic, tugging on the cold metal once more. - Why are you sitting there? Free me... Is this some kind of joke? Very funny - you rolled your eyes, as usual, unable to understand his rather specific humor.

But he didn't smile. His face didn't move even an inch.

- Taemin-ah - you raised your voice, trying to correct your position a little. Unfortunately, those handcuffs didn't give you a chance to do that, moreover you could feel how they encroached your wrists causing slight pain.

- I wonder what to do with you, wifey - his deep voice finally cut the air, while his dark eyes moved over your body. This lack of any emotion slowly felt terrifying.

- What a stupid question, take it off from me - you said impatiently, struggling even more. - Okay, we had a laugh, but I feel like peeing... - you groaned, hoping that this would end this stupid joke. Taem never was the best when it came to spice things up, but that wasn’t even entertaining. 

- You're my wife now, so… - he finally changed position, resting his elbows on his tights. You search for any signs of amusement in this gaze, but without any success. - I think it's impossible, when you’re talking to me like that. 

- What is impossible? - you furrowed your eyebrows, disbelieving what you saw and heard. Cold shiver just came along your spine. - Taemin, I need to use the bathroom - you empathized, wanting this strange roleplaying to end.

- I'll consider it if you ask nicely - he replied, showing his extraordinary satisfaction with what he said.

Finally he smiled, but it wasn’t so bright anymore. He clearly derived pleasure putting you in this state, all vulnerable and not able to do anything without his help.

- My wife will ask me for everything now. And if you disobey... you'll spend a lot of time in this position - he shrugged as if it was completely normal. 

Silence. 

There was a long silence in which you wondered if he couldn’t notice you didn’t enjoy it or it was all… serious. You slowly raised your eyes to him again. The air in the room was suddenly suffocating.

Did you... just marry a psychopath? But... Taemin was never like this. He was always... okay, he was always jealous. Maybe a little restrictive. Could he hide for half of his life just to…

- You're mine. Completely mine. Isn't it wonderful? No way out here... - his happy voice melted somewhere in your head, while he stood up, coming to you. 

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- Wake up, sleeping princess - you heard his lovely voice, while he kissed your cheek like every morning. You groaned loudly in your pillow, wanting to prolong this sleepy state, especially when it was your free day. 

But then you opened your eyes widely and suddenly raised to a sitting position, causing Taem to almost fell off from the bed. You carefully stared at everything near you, searching for things you saw in your dream.

- I know you don’t like waking up, but this was… extraordinary - Tae laughed, sitting again on the bed in a safe place. - You could just say you want 5 minutes more - he pouted a little, reaching to the bedside table for a large mug, probably with coffee.

But you stared at Tae with a lot of caution, even as he tried to hand it to you.

- Something's wrong? - he tilted his head, frowning.

- I... I had a strange dream, you know? - you ruffled your messy hair even more. - I kind of… woke up and… - you bit your lip before saying it out loud. - You were a… psychopath… I… guess…

- Me? Psychopath? - Taemin giggled, leaning on his hand. His eyes were so attentive, like you just said the funniest joke in your life. - What, have I tried to eat you?

- Eat me? - now you tilted your head, not understanding anything.

- Well, if I had to do something to you, I'd probably eat you. You're so adorable sometimes - he laughed even harder, leaning to you and biting the tip of your nose delicately. - But... I would be sad then, who would kiss me? - he asked more to himself, puffing his cheeks.

You chuckled to yourself, staring at him. Taemin definitely couldn't be a psychopath, he was too cuddly for that.

[writemekpop]

Idol Spotlight | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Ay-yo! Let us take you on a journey through our fave Kai fics…

🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

1. Dirty  💋

Summary: “All I can think about is bending you over this sink and fucking you,” Kai said. Or were you just imagining?

Genre: Suggestive, Kitchen sex 

2. Hot Mess 💋

Summary: You come home one night to find Kai naked in your bed… is he cheating on you?  

Genre: Established relationship AU, smut

3. Daddy’s Little Princess 🌻

Summary: You and your husband Kai gaze lovingly at your newborn daughter in the hospital. Only, not everything is at it seems…  

Genre: New Parents AU, Baby Daddy!Kai, Fluff

4. Kiss and Tell 🌻

Summary: Soft kisses turn into a full make-out session with Kai on the couch of a friend’s party. But someone swears they saw you on a date with Kai’s best friend just this afternoon. Chaos ensues.

Genre: Fluff

+ MAIN MASTERLIST+

[yuta-senpai]

Shower Time | Lucas

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Just pure filth, omorashi, size kink, choking, unprotected sex, & shower sex.

- Word Count: 1.3 k

You sat on the couch with your boyfriend Lucas, you two were watching a movie and eating at home.  You took a big swig of the beer in front of you and shifted in Lucas’ hold. 

“Let me up Lucas, I need to go pee.”

He tightened his grip around you, “No.”

You pouted, “Stop joking, seriously Lucas I need to pee.”

Lucas raised his eyebrow, “I’m not joking, I’m telling you I’m not allowing you to pee.”

You opened your mouth to protest but realized what was happening.  He pushed against your lower stomach and made you shudder. 

You clamped your legs together and kept fidgeting, trying to focus on the movie and not the pressure in your bladder.  

“Ahh, that hurts Lucas.  If you aren’t careful I am gonna accidentally pee on the couch.”

He chuckled lowly, “You know I won’t mind that.”

He pushed against your bladder again which made you grip his arm tightly.

He leaned forward and grabbed your beer, he handed it to you.  

 “No, finish it all.”

“Take another sip of your beer.”

You shook your head ‘no’, “I can’t Lucas.”

“Yes you can and you will.”

You took the beer and took a very small sip, he held it to your mouth. 

You whimpered and finished off your beer, “Lucas please let me go pee.”

“I’m going to remove my arm from around it but if you even dare to move you will regret it.”

He removed his arm and you immediately went to get off the couch.  He grabbed you and pulled you back down making all the liquids inside you jump. 

“I told you that you would regret it.”

He carried you to the bathroom and you sighed, “Thank you, Lucas.”

But he opened the shower door and helped you stand inside, “Since you don’t want to listen you don’t deserve to pee in the toilet.”

You pouted, “Please no Lucas.  I really just want to pee in the toilet then get back to the movie.”

He pushed you against the shower wall and wedged his leg between yours, his right hand wrapping around your neck.

He used his left hand to push against your bladder.  Then he moved his left hand down to rub against your clit on the outside of your sweats.  

“Now baby are you gonna behave now?  Don’t you dare pee until I let you.”

He put more pressure on your core with his thigh, and tried to jerk away but he growled and tightened his grip around your throat.  You choked out a moan, and he removed his hand from your throat.

You let your head fall forward against his chest as you moaned than whimpered, his fingers moving against your clothed clit.

He pulled away and eyed you for a moment.

He helped you remove your sweats, so you were left in your oversize shirt and panties. 

He pushed his knee back in between your thighs, and let his hand slip past the waistband of your panties.

His fingers rubbed against your clit, and you gripped his shoulders and moaned loudly.

You tightened your legs around his thigh and your legs shook.  He pushed against your bladder as he massaged your clit.  You were more sensitive and each time movement of his hand against your clit was overwhelming.

He quickened his pace trying to get an orgasm out of you fast.  You gripped his arm, "Ahhh stop Lucas it's too overwhelming"

His fingers still relentlessly rubbed your clit and your knees shook, it took all you had not to collapse.  His left hand pushed against your stomach putting pressure on your bladder.  His fast pace against your clit quickly sent you over the edge, you came and bit down on his shoulder as you did. 

Relief and pleasure washing over your body as you relaxed.

Your legs were suddenly very warm and you heard Lucas moan.

"No, I didn't tell you to pee and yet you did.  Now keep holding it."

You looked down to see a large wet spot on Lucas’ grey sweats, “Couldn’t hold it, baby?”

Your face flushed, “I’m sorry Lucas, I didn’t mean to pee on you.”

He chuckled lowly, “I don’t mind, I wanted you to.”

You fidgeted because you still needed to pee, “Lucas, can I please finish peeing on the toilet.”

He took off his sweats and boxers and slid your panties off throwing them out of the shower.

He turned the shower on, cold water hitting you both and you flinched away.

"Ahh shit, that's cold."

He fixed the temperature and you slightly shook from the cold.  He pulled you back towards him and wrapped his arms around you.  

"Was it too cold for you baby?"

You nodded and laughed, "Way too cold." 

He pushed you up against the wall and kissed your cheek, then your forehead then your nose, and then your lips.  He wrapped his hand up in your hair and kissed you passionately.

He pulled away leaving you breathless, "Warmed up now?"

"Yes, of course I am."

He softly kissed you a few more times and smiled.

He chuckled and you giggled while looking at each other.

He stroked himself a few times and groaned.  He placed both hands on your ass, "Jump"

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

He lined himself up with your core and sunk into you. 

He lowly groaned and a high-pitched whine left your lips.

"Ahh, you didn't prep me at all. It hurts."

You bit down on his shoulder and he dug his fingers into your thighs. 

"Shit, trying to bite a hole in my shoulder?"

You moved to just rest your head on his shoulder.

Your back was up against the cold tile of the shower, your body moving up and down the wall with each thrust. 

He held you up with his right hand and moved his left hand down to press against your stomach, pressing against your bladder.  He could feel himself moving inside you, "I'm so big I can feel myself moving inside you."

You whimpered, "Ahh Lucas stop pushing against me.  It hurts."

He grunted, "But I love feeling just how big I am inside you.  I know that pressure on your bladder has to be overwhelming."

You nodded against his shoulder then leaned your head back against the way.  He held onto your ass tightly and thrust up into you faster.  The water ran between your bodies, making his body easily glide against yours.  The water dripped down his hair and his face, he locked his jaw in determination. 

He groaned and kissed your collar bone.  He sucked and kissed leaving hickeys all along your collarbone, marking your neck up. 

"You are mine." 

He grunted and rolled his hips in an upward motion, halting his thrusts. 

"Let go of it, baby."

"What?"

"I said let go, relax."

"No, Lucas I can't."

He growled lowly, "Yes you can and you will."

He started thrusting faster which made your arms shake around his shoulders.  He pushed his body flat against yours and connected his lips with yours. 

You dug your nails into his shoulders and fought to hold on, but your toes curled and you couldn't stop yourself. 

You came and let your whole body relax.

Your whole body going limp and he had to fully hold you up.

He thrust up and filled you with his cum as you finally released all down the front of his body.  

He stayed halted inside you as you finished peeing and your high washed over you. 

He kissed your cheek, "You did amazing baby."

You smiled softly and he pulled out of you. 

"Let me get you cleaned up."

Your face heated up, “That was so embarrassing Lucas.”

[dibidibifiction]

Keep Going

Pairing: Lee Taemin x Reader

Category: Smut (oral sex, female receiving)

Word count: 990

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

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Taemin comes into Y/n’s office to disturb her. He squeezes both her shoulders to give her a little massage. Then he asks, “Baby, what are you doing?” Acting all cute, leveling his face next to hers in front of the computer monitor.

It’s been days since Taemin decided to take a little break from work since he’s been breaking his ass nonstop for a full year and a half. Well, he didn’t really want to. Nam Euisoo somehow convinced him that he does need a vacation or he might push himself too much to exhaustion and sickness. His manager was supposed to book him a flight out of the country but Taemin chose to stay with his girlfriend, with who he hasn’t spent much time these days. Between his SHINee, solo, and SuperM preparations and comebacks; reality show appearances and web content interviews, it was just impossible to squeeze anything else in. 

Y/n has also been hard at her own work but she always makes time for him, especially now that he’s on a break because he will be extremely busy or traveling for work again in no time. So she makes the most of this time with him. 

Simply having meals together, laughing and tickling each other, even shedding tears from deep conversations, kisses and cuddles. Despite all this, Taemin can’t help but still miss her and longing for more. He just can’t get enough of her.

She doesn’t answer, just typing and clicking away. 

He pouts. 

A minute later, since he badly wants her attention, his hands slowly start sliding down her arms. Tickling her wrists with his soft fingers then going back up under her arms. 

“What are you doing?” Y/n sighs, finally saying something. Although her eyes are still on the computer screen.  

Taemin starts to sniff her hair from the side. He breathes into her ear, she moans subtly. He starts to caress her neck with his nose and lips, admiring her scent, then sensed a little vibration from her reaction. While kissing her face then her jaw, he continues to feel her. His hand pleasuring itself by sliding down her breasts, stomach, then inner thighs. She receives a huge tingle inside. 

To Y/n’s increased arousal, she stands up and faces him. Staring, lusting over Taemin’s hungry expression. They then crash their mouths together. Tongues dancing with each other. She wraps her arms around his neck while she steps even closer to feel his growing manhood with her own crotch. She’s hungry as well. She now strips her short pants together with her panties before they get soaked. The two pull apart for a second as Taemin sets the keyboard and the mouse aside to make space. He holds on to her ass and spreads them apart for his own pleasure. “Mmm, baby,” he whispers seductively before tasting her mouth again while pushing her hips slightly to guide her to sit on the desk. 

After she takes off his shirt, she admires his upper body as her waters drip down there. She hasn’t noticed it for a while until now. She goes ahead and pulls him closer to herself so she can bite his neck, kiss her chest, and lick his abs, touching him all the way down to his erection, stroking it outside his pants.

Taemin’s eyes are looking devilish now. Her warm touches send him more desire than satisfaction. So his fingers proceed to Y/n’s wetness without any hesitation as he licks her neck, making her exhale loudly in oh-so much goodness. He lifts the hem of her sweater to reveal her lace bra. 

He thirsts by the sight of them. Remembering all those unfortunate times when he was away from touching her. Now, he can even bury his face in between her majestic breasts. He thought he’d be completely satisfied but he’s even hungrier. 

They are back to each other’s mouths when she grabs his face then pulls away. She brings Taemin’s head down in between her legs where her thirst problem will be solved. 

Taemin is now eating his way into her, giving her what he knows they both want so badly. His tongue plays around in between her lips, making her jump every time it touches her sweet spot. While he’s at it, he looks up at her but she shuts her eyes just before he can meet them. She leans her head back, reaching the top of the monitor behind her to get a grip. 

“Fuck, Taemin,” she moans a little louder.

As her cries are roaring and her face is turning vermillion, Taemin decides to insert two fingers inside her, making Y/n want to lose her shit. “Oh, God, that feels intense,” she cries in a wheeze, trying not to scream. “Keep going.”

And so he does. Enjoying every bit of this moment, humming in delicious fulfillment from the taste of her. The warmth of her insides throws him into his thoughts of ravaging her more later tonight. Now in the high hopes for her to reach paradise, he then stuck his fingers inside her, stopping the in-and-out motion. He then shakes them a little faster, hitting her just at the right spot while his tongue carries on with its work on her clit. 

Soon enough, Y/n gasps. Her mouth opens, the dark parts of her eyes disappear. She grabs Taemin’s hand to stop him as her body shakes. He watches her come for him, taking pride in the sight of this gorgeous woman whose skin is red from her face down to her neck. 

But then he realizes he adores her more than he takes pride. 

He stands up to meet her eyes while she’s still catching her breath. With her hand, she wipes the glisten off his mouth then pulls him in to kiss him while she giggles amid it. 

Taemin smiles back and says, “I admire you so fucking much.”

[promisesox]

Sleepless Dreams

gif creds to the famously, incredibly talented gray of @guktro​! you a real one 

➢ description - another night without sleep, another dream you wish was real

➢ pairing - incubus!ten x femreader x incubus!taemin

➢ rated - m | 18+ | NSFW

➢ genre - smut | saving chastity au 

➢ word count - 2.7k

➢ warnings - first of three bit smut fics of superm | smut | NSFW | 18+ | dirty talk | unprotected sex | oral sex | incubus!au | chastity and religious relevance

It almost hurt the way your heart slammed against your chest repeatedly. You exhaled as calmly as you could, furrowing your eyebrows and holding back a whimper with how loud even a breath of air sounded in your silent room. You kept your blanket clutched to your body and didn’t dare open your eyes, repeating your prayers in your head like you were counting sheep in hopes that it would put you to sleep. Before they got here.    

You hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in so long, the bags underneath your eyes and being obviously sleep deprived made the nuns worry over you making every herbal concoction that became a useless remedy. You battled with yourself from falling asleep in classes to becoming restless when it neared bedtime. You didn’t bother trying to tell them anymore, a dangerous secret that could put you out of this all girls catholic academy. 

You couldn’t admit that you had lost your chastity. 

At least you think you did, for the only proof you had came in the form of sleepless dreams. Every night they came to wreck havoc on your body, keeping you up until morning and disappearing without a trace. When the dreams first started to come, you enjoyed it quite immensely thinking they were only passing dreams of your hormonal urges. It was only until they started coming every night, more vividly to the point you couldn’t tell if you had really slept or not. You found yourself more tired through the daytime, more fearful of the power they had over your body. The releases of ecstasy were becoming too intoxicating now, the nights dragging on painfully slow. And all you can remember when the sun rose was flashes of the contortions of your body, and deep red, burning eyes.

Your eyes peeked over the edge of your blanket, your heart skipping a beat when you caught sight of those very eyes you were afraid of. You caught him coming in through the window, a thought quickly popping in your head that you were sure it was closed before. A gasp stuttered in your throat as you sat up, blanket still clutched to your chest. He pulled his leg through the window and rolled his neck with a stretch. You cursed your eyes for drinking his form in, lean body underneath an opened button shirt, painted in deep burgundy with black pants. Your eyes lingered on his groin a little too long making your body shudder with memories of what it was capable of. They traveled back up to match his stare, his own eyes pulling your blanket off your body.  

Lips curled up, his smile was brilliant. “Damn it. Did I wake you?” 

Ten approached the bed when you gave no answer back, your head already growing light and your body weak as he placed a knee on the edge and began to climb over. Your grip was no match as he pulled the blanket from you with no effort, sliding it down your body. You heard his hum of approval, taking in your body covered with your white nightdress. It only reached your thighs, and easy access for him for his hands to wander. He chuckled lightly, sitting up as his hands positioned you on your back. “I was hoping to wake you up…”

You couldn’t fight against him, and you didn’t bother anyway. Your body wouldn’t listen when it was at his command. His fingers burned your skin with desire and made you ache with want. Ever since he stepped foot in the room. 

He slipped down, face positioned between your legs that opened without him having to ask. A smile, hooded red eyes made you whimper. 

“With my tongue in your cunt.” 

An airy gasp released from your mouth, sensitive lips being attacked by his tongue as he lapped up your essence. You were always wet when they came, before they could even get their hands on you. Shameful surprise always showed on your face until you realized that this was becoming too much for you to handle. Your hand reached out over his head, hoping to push him away but instead you were gripping his soft, black hair and pulling him closer. You couldn’t help the roll of your hips, encouraging his tongue to go deeper. He got you to release a moan when he trailed the drenched, slick muscle up your lips to flick the hardened rose bud insistently before pulling it between his lips with a suck. 

Moans fell from your mouth gradually, coming undone by the mercy of his tongue on your cunt. You fell back onto the sheets as he pushed your legs up with hands on the back of your thighs. You felt wetness slip down to your asshole, warming you up even more by the naughty feeling of getting your pussy ate so rawly. You peeked down, taking your abused bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his lips work over your pussy. Soft curses spewed out as he picked his head up, just a little as he let spit slide down his tongue and onto your cunt. 

He spit onto it before taking you into his mouth again, letting you hear the shameful sounds of gushy wetness being sucked up. Your eyes began to roll, already aware that you were cumming. You cursed his name and shuddered in your orgasm as he hummed knowingly, drinking ever bit you had to offer. You finally managed to push him away, as weakly as you did making him laugh quietly as he wiped his lips with two fingers and licked them clean. Ten climb over your body again, sweet kisses against your heated skin and fingers tangling in yours over your head. 

“You’re so beautiful.” His velvet voice was like icing to your ears, his soft laughter making you quiver underneath him. He placed his lips over yours, letting you taste yourself with a playful smile he couldn’t hide with his kisses. You kissed him back, a soft moan into his mouth when his tongue slipped through your lips and opened them up for him. He settled his body on top of yours and you gasped, feeling his prominent hardness through his pants. He grinded down, letting his kisses trail down to your neck to start his marking. His hands slipped underneath your thighs again, grinding more into you to create the delicious friction that would make you crave for more. 

He pulled away much to your body’s dismay, climbing down the end of the bed and taking you with him. Your body slid down the sheets, raising your gown and exposing your lower half to his burning gaze. You didn’t have the chance to shy away as his hands flicked yours back before he was undoing his pants. You kept your eyes on him, watching the features on his face as he readied himself at your entrance and eased himself in. His face contorted beautifully, as did yours as you felt his girth stretch you open with every inch. His hands returned to the back of your thighs, pushing them back as far as they would go to open you up for him. You noticed it too late that you were in for the worst when he pulled his hips back, painfully slow until he slammed back in. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you screamed, not having the chance to regain your bearings as he thoroughly fucked you. Grunts and soft groans spilled from his mouth, mixing in with your lustful moans and whimpers. His pace was unrelentingly fast and steady, not bothering to slow up as his hands kept your legs in place.

The pleasure was too good, your body shaking under his ministrations as you spilled your essence over his cock. You tried to keep your eyes focused on him, your hand sliding down your mouth as you mustered up to say weakly, “You’re not real, you’re just a dream.”

His eyes that were watching his cock slide in and out flashed onto yours, his naughty grin amused by the first words you had spoken to him tonight. “A very good dream, hm?” 

Ten snapped his hips into yours a few more times before his hands curled over your legs and reached for your waist, pulling you up into his arms before he dropped to the floor. You let out a yelp before you were bouncing onto your knees, surprisingly still being kept onto his cock in the new position. He pulled you down and spread his legs a bit to make yours do the same, a stinging smack on your ass cheek before rubbing it tenderly.  

“Ride me.” he whispered the words next to your ear, not having to say it twice as your body responded with bouncing your ass over him. He left kisses on the side of your face, dirty nothings and appreciation whispered over and over as you grew drunk on the feeling of riding him. It only got better as his hips began to snap up into you, making your moans and pants grow louder as you struggled to keep up with the pace. You altered from rolling your hips and bouncing up and down, haphazardly chasing the sweet release you wanted so desperately. It was ripped away too soon, a whole new force tearing you up and away from Ten and onto your feet.  

You couldn’t even complain, completely taken back by the view of Ten laid back on the floor, a hard, long cock curved over his open pants and touching his lower stomach. It was completely drenched and shining with your essence, making your walls squeeze painfully wanting to be filled again. Ten cocked his head to the side, the rise and fall of his chest showing his effort as hooded red eyes stared up at what was behind you. “A little late to the party, aren’t we?” “I’m disappointed, honestly.” Your body tensed in his hold, sparing a glance back as you eyed your other nightmare who was feigning a pout on his face. Taemin breathed a sigh, sweet honey in your face as you swallowed dryly and peered down at his pink, soft lips. “You started without me.”

You inhaled sharply with an open mouth as you felt the warm pads of Taemin’s fingers on your clit, rubbing circles and slipping down with ease from your wetness. He pulled the ends of your gown up to give Ten a view, stealing kisses from your mouth to silence your protests. He entered two fingers inside of you and you whined, sounding out that it wasn’t enough since you’ve had something bigger already. Taemin hushed you again, twirling your body around so you faced your bed again before being bent over. 

You made sure to arch your back when Taemin entered, knowing he was much longer than Ten. You released a strained moan when you felt the stretch, eyes rolling back before your eyelids fluttered closed. You hissed as he pulled his hips back, a low hum of appreciation when he came back in slow and easy. His cock rocked you into the rhythm, creating an addicting pace as it created the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your eyes opened slightly, not even surprised to see Ten on the bed staring at you lovingly with an amused smile. “Having fun?” 

You opened your mouth to answer but could only get out a curse as the curve of Taemin’s dick hit the nerve of bundles inside of you. He sped up the pace, his curses mingling with yours as the sound of skin vibrated through the room. Your noises became an octave higher until Ten was shushing gently, the pad of his thumb rubbing your bottom lip before sticking it in your mouth.

“Shhh, princess.” He cooed. “Take dick like a good girl. You can’t make too much noise.”

Though you tried you couldn’t hold it in, unable to stay silent when Taemin was fucking you like this. A leg on the edge of the bed to spread you wider, his dick being squeezed tenderly by your lips as your pussy squelched from the onslaught of his pace. Ten raked his fingers through your hair, giving a slight tug as he pulled your head back to make you gain focus on him. 

“You wanna take my dick again princess? Hm? You want me to fuck you ‘til you cumming all over the sheets?” 

You found yourself nodding, not really understanding anyways with how fucked out you were. Nonetheless you were climbing onto the bed, roaming pairs of hands helping you turn around and lay down on your stomach as your gown was pushed up again. Ten was quick to enter his cock into you, an appreciative groan as his arms flexed beside your body and he brought his lower half down. He brought his hips up and let them fall back down, fucking you in the new position without the roughness, just raw. You kept your legs closed to add to the tightness, loving the noises Ten made for you as Taemin tapped the head of his cock on your lips. You opened your mouth for him, making sure to stick your tongue out for the glide.   

You let Taemin fuck your throat sloppiley, listening to the messes made by your body from Taemin and Ten. They’re noises of pleasure were a melody to your ears, the sound of forbidden sex shameful to your chastity. You knew this was bad, knew this was going against your faith, and you called for it, begged for the coming release and give you the high that you needed.  

You moaned over Taemin’s cock as your walls fluttered over Ten’s, your orgasm slamming into you with every thrust. You felt saltiness flood down your throat, barely hearing Taemin’s airy moan of your name as his hands took the back of your head and held you in place. 

Your body slumped into the mattress as Ten pulled out and moved off the bed, the hold on your head becoming softer as Taemin raked his fingers in your hair like a comb and held it back like a ponytail. He pulled his dick out slowly, watching his cum slide down your tongue and your eyes stared up at him with lust still in your orbs. 

Taemin smiled down at you tiredly, his thumb swiping over your lips. “Good girl…”

He helped you climb down, falling onto your knees on the floor as Ten replaced him in front of you. He was impatient, having been the only who didn’t cum yet he was quick to get his dick in your mouth. You placed a hand on his thigh to steady yourself, keeping your jaw slack and humming over his cock to keep your throat open. You let your eyes stare up before hollowing your cheeks, watching his face contort with pleasure and red orbs stare down with desperation. You bobbed your head and slicked his cock with your saliva, letting your free hand work the rest of his shaft as you teased the head with your tongue. You pulled back and spit over it before taking him into your mouth again, deepthroated as far as you could before repeating the action. 

It didn’t take too long before you felt his cum spurting into your mouth, humming at the taste as he pulled out and let the cum dribble down your chin. He still had more to give, pumping the rest over your chest and painting it with white to match your gown. You licked your lips before looking down, seeing the masterpiece of a mess he made as cum trailed down to your breast.  You blinked noticing the gleam of light on your body, head snapping over to the window in realization that the sun was rising. The sounds of panting died down, Ten’s words echoing in your head.

“Good job, princess.”

Your head turned back over, both men who ravaged your body gone without a trace, without a goodbye. You were left on your knees on the floor, the only proof that it happened was the mess on your body that needed to be cleaned up before nuns caught sight of you. 

And once again, being left with another night without sleep.