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Warnings: smut (minors dni), situationship, secret idol relationship, angst, jealous and possesive Sunghoon, p in v, sunghoon masturbation, eating it from the back!, pet names, cursing, hair pulling, confined space.
Summary: Backstage after an award show, you and your secret situationship, Sunghoon, finally snap, jealousy, tension, and weeks of unspoken feelings exploding into a heated fight. When he drags you into a storage closet, things turn far sharper and far softer than either of you expect. What starts as cold, controlled jealousy becomes a desperate confession, a reckless kiss, and the realisation that neither of you want to keep pretending anymore. After everything, Sunghoon pulls you close, not to claim you, but to finally choose you.
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The air backstage is thick with heat and leftover smoke, the kind that clings to your skin long after the stage lights go down. Staff rush around you with clipboards and headsets, shouting over each other as idols shuffle through narrow corridors, glitter and sweat and adrenaline still buzzing under everyone’s skin.
You’re standing against a cool concrete wall, your heels digging into the floor as your stylist tugs the mic pack and tape from the back of your neck.
“Hold still,” she murmurs, fingers brisk and practised. “You did well out there.”
You give her a tired smile. “Thanks.”
Well. “Well” is one word for it.
Your group just won an award. You smiled into cameras, bowed, clutched the trophy like it meant more than the numbness in your chest. You waved and cried on cue. But your eyes kept drifting to one place, to one person in the crowd of idols on the other side of the stage.
Park Sunghoon.
Who didn’t meet your eyes once.
“Okay, you’re done,” your stylist says, patting your shoulder before hurrying off after another member. “Go drink some water. And don’t smudge your face.”
You let your head fall back against the wall, eyes closing for a second. The noise feels distant now, muffled around the edges. You can still hear the roar of the crowd in your memory, see the blinding flashes, feel the way your heart had jumped when the camera panned past Enhypen and landed near him.
He looked good tonight. Too good.
Sharp jaw, glitter at the corners of his eyes, black hair styled perfectly, lips pressed into that careful, idol smile he’s perfected. It’s the same smile he gives to interviewers, cameras, fans.
Not you. Not lately, anyway.
“Hey! There you are.”
You open your eyes to see another idol weaving through the chaos toward you. Someone you trained with before either of you debuted. He looks relieved when he reaches you, hands resting lightly on his knees as he catches his breath.
“You disappeared right after the encore,” he says. “Thought your company had locked you in a storage room again.”
A laugh slips out of you without much effort. “Not this time. They’re letting me breathe for five minutes. Don’t tell anyone.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.” He straightens up, eyes flicking briefly to the trophy in your hand. “Seriously, congratulations. You were insane out there. That high note at the end? Wow.”
You roll your eyes, but warmth spreads through your chest. “Ugh stop it".
“I’m serious.” He leans in slightly so you can hear him over the call for the next group to line up. “You looked...so good.”
You laugh again, quieter this time. He always says things like that, casually kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. You nudge his shoulder with yours.
“Stop, you’re going to make me cry again.”
He grins, and for a moment it feels easy. Normal. Like before everything got complicated. Before secret practice room meetings, before late-night phone calls, before carefully timed exits and entrances to avoid cameras. Before Sunghoon.
You don’t see him.
But he sees you.
Across the corridor, half-hidden behind a stack of lighting equipment, Sunghoon stands with his mic still taped to his cheek, one hand curled around the strap of his in-ear pack. He should be with his group, heading back to their waiting room. He should be laughing with them, coming down from the performance high.
Instead, his attention is fixed on you.
He sees the way the other idol leans in so you can hear him.
He sees the way your hand flies up to your mouth when you laugh, the way your shoulder brushes his when the crowd jostles you closer together.
He sees the way you’re relaxed, open in a way you haven’t been around him in weeks.
Something sour twists low in his stomach.
He tells himself it’s stupid. You can talk to whoever you want. He knows that. The two of you aren’t… you don’t have a word for what you are.
He shifts his weight, shoulder pressing harder into the wall. The tape on his cheek pulls uncomfortably when his jaw tightens.
“Hyung, we’re going,” Jungwon calls, but Sunghoon barely hears him.
He watches as your friend gets called away by his manager, offering you a quick wave before disappearing around a corner. You’re left alone, still smiling faintly to yourself, turning the trophy in your hands.
Sunghoon realises, very abruptly, that his feet are moving.
That he’s walking towards you.
That he’s already too close to change his mind.
You notice him when he’s only a few steps away.
The smile slips from your face.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. There’s the echo of footsteps, a producer yelling something down the corridor, your name being called somewhere distant by a staff member. But it all feels far away, muted under the weight of his stare.
“Congratulations,” he says finally. His voice is low, flat, almost swallowed by the noise.
“Thanks,” you answer carefully. “You too.”
He nods once, eyes flicking to the trophy in your hand and then back up. There’s something in them you can’t read, something restless and dark.
“Having fun?” he asks.
It’s such a simple question that it takes you a beat to catch the edge in it. “What?”
He breathes out a small, humourless sound. “Didn’t take you long to find someone to celebrate with.”
There it is.
You stare at him. “You mean my friend? We were talking.”
“Right,” he says. “Talking.” Looking away then straight back into your eyes.
He makes the word sound dirty somehow, and irritation flickers over your skin, hot and quick.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.
His gaze sharpens. “You really don’t know?”
“If you have something to say, Sunghoon, say it.” You straighten your shoulders, fingers tightening around the trophy. “I’m too tired to translate your moods tonight.”
He flinches almost imperceptibly at that, but his expression hardens again. “I just didn't realise you were so...close with other guys.”
You blink at him, caught between disbelief and anger. “So that’s what this is about? You’re jealous?”
“I’m not-” he starts, then cuts himself off, jaw clenching. “Forget it.”
“No.” Your voice comes out sharper than you intended. “You don’t get to throw an attitude at me and then walk away like nothing happened. If something’s wrong, say it.”
The corridor shifts around you as people pass by, but the two of you might as well be alone. The noise is just a backdrop now, a blurry soundtrack to the way your chest rises and falls too quickly.
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a second you catch a flash of what he’s been holding back. It looks a lot like hurt.
“I watched you,” he says quietly. “Out there in the corridor. You didn’t even notice I was there.”
“You didn’t come over,” you shoot back. “You didn’t even look at me the entire show.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is,” you insist. There’s a strain in your throat now, something rattling loose. “On stage, backstage, during the final bow, you looked everywhere else but at me. So forgive me if I thought you were the one who didn’t care.”
His fingers twitch at his sides. “You think I don’t care?”
“What am I supposed to think?” You let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “You’re distant one minute, all over me the next. You ignore me in public, you pull me into dark hallways when no one’s watching, and then you act like I’ve done something wrong because I dared to talk to someone who doesn’t treat me like a secret.”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “We can’t just-”
“I know we can’t,” you cut in, voice dropping. “I know the rules better than anyone. No dating, no scandals, no rumours. I get it. But I’m not doing anything wrong by having a conversation.”
He looks away, jaw working. “It wasn’t just a conversation.”
You stare at him. “Then what was it?”
He hesitates for a moment too long.
“It just looked very flirty,” he says finally, the words dragged out of him like they hurt.
Silence stretches between you, thick and charged. Your heart stutters painfully.
“Huh?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “So what you think i'm flirting with other guys.?”
He doesn’t answer, which is answer enough.
You shake your head, a bitter taste in your mouth. “You know what’s funny? I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Confusion flickers across his face. “What?”
“Every time you avoid me in the hallway, every time you laugh and flirt with other girls, every time you answer my messages hours late with a ‘sorry, busy’ and nothing else…” Your voice cracks slightly, and you hate that he can hear it. “You act like you don’t need me. Like whatever we are only exists when it’s convenient for you."
He looks like you’ve grabbed him by the collar and shaken him. His eyes search your face, something raw shining there.
“That’s not true,” he says, the words rough around the edges.
“Then what is true?” You take a step closer, anger and hurt pushing you forward. “Because I’m done guessing. I’m done reading between the lines and pretending I don’t notice when you pull away. If you’re jealous, say it. If you like me, say it. If you want me to stay away, say that too. Just… stop making me feel crazy for wanting to know where I stand.”
His breath leaves him in a shaky exhale. Up close, you can see the stage make-up starting to crack at the corners of his eyes, the slight tremor in his fingers.
For a second, his mouth twists like he wants to laugh at himself, but nothing comes out.
“I saw you with him and it-it did something to me,” he admits. “I know it shouldn’t. I know I have no right. We’re not… whatever” His voice drops on the last word, like it’s fragile. “And that kills me.”
Your chest tightens painfully. “Then why won’t you let yourself act like it either?”
He flinches again.
“You ignore me when there are people around,” you continue, the words spilling now, all the things you’ve swallowed for weeks. “You’ll text me at two in the morning like nothing’s wrong, asking if I’m awake, asking if I want to come over, asking if I miss you.”
His eyes close briefly, like the truth of it stings.
“I do miss you a lot of the time,” he says, almost desperately. "On stage, off stage, in the van, during rehearsals-it’s you. It’s annoying.”
You huff a laugh, though it’s wet at the edges. “Sorry to be such an inconvenience.”
He steps in closer then, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that the scent of his cologne curls around you, comfort and danger mixed together.
“That’s not what I meant,” he says, voice low. “You’re not an inconvenience. I don’t know if I’m allowed to feel this way about you. And seeing you laugh like that with him-” His eyes open, fastening onto yours. “I hated it.”
The honesty in his gaze steals whatever sharp retort you were about to make. You’re left standing there, trophy forgotten in your hands, heart pounding so loudly you’re certain he can hear it.
“You’re allowed to feel things,” you say softly. “So am I.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “But feelings get idols destroyed.”
You swallow. “So what, we just don’t talk about it? We hurt each other instead? That’s the plan?”
“No.” His hand twitches at his side again, like he wants to reach for you but is still fighting himself. “I just- I don’t know how to do this."
Your eyes search his face. You can see it now, clearly: the tension in his shoulders, the war behind his eyes, the guilt and jealousy and something else that looks horribly like love.
For a long moment, neither of you speak. The corridor empties a little as most groups retreat to their waiting rooms, the noise fading to a dull murmur. A staff member glances in your direction, then looks away, quickly deciding they don’t want to get involved.
Sunghoon steps even closer, and this time he doesn’t stop himself. His fingers brush yours where you’re still clutching the trophy, and the contact sends a jolt up your arm.
“ok...I hated it,” he says. “Seeing you with him...That’s what this is. I was jealous... well I am jealous. Are you happy now?”
You’re about to snap back, something defensive, something sharp, but Sunghoon just exhales through his nose, slow and controlled, like he’s reigning something in.
His eyes flick once to the busy hallway behind you.
Then back to you.
And that’s all the warning you get.
He steps forward, not grabbing, not yanking, just closing the distance in a way that forces you backward.
One step.
Another.
Another.
Your spine hits the wall.
He doesn’t touch you.
That’s what makes your pulse spike.
His voice drops, cold and soft:
“Open that door.”
You blink. “What?”
He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing just enough to make your breath hitch.
“The door,” he repeats. “That one. Open it.”
You turn, realising he’s gesturing at a small, unlabeled storage closet beside you. It’s dark inside. Empty. Hidden from the corridor by a stack of folded banners.
“Sunghoon-”
“I’m not asking twice,” he says, tone still quiet, still terrifyingly calm.
Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle and push the door open.
The small room smells like fabric softener and cold metal, dimly lit by a single emergency bulb.
Before you can step inside, Sunghoon’s hand comes to the door above your head, pushing it wider, and trapping you between the frame and him.
He shuts the door behind you with one decisive click.
The tiny space feels even smaller with him in it.
You take a step back out of instinct, but he follows immediately, slow and deliberate, giving you nowhere to go until your back hits the shelves.
He still hasn’t touched you.
He doesn’t need to.
When he speaks, his voice is calm enough to make your skin prickle.
“You smiled at him.”
Your throat goes tight. “Sunghoon-”
“That was for me.”
Low. Steady.
Not a plea, a statement.
“You don’t own my smile,” you whisper, even though the air feels thin.
A ghost of a smirk touches his mouth.
Not warm.
Not amused.
Just dark.
“No,” he agrees softly. “I don’t.”
He leans forward slightly, bracing one hand beside your head on the shelf. His breath grazes your cheek, cool and even.
“But you gave it away like it meant nothing.”
Your pulse trips.
He’s close enough that your lips almost brush with every inhale.
“Why are you acting like this?” you breathe.
His eyes search yours, slow and piercing, like he’s taking his time deciding the answer.
“Because I don’t raise my voice when I’m jealous,” he says softly.
“I get quiet. Cold.”
His fingers trail up the metal shelf, not touching you, but close enough to feel like he is.
“And because watching you with him made something in me…”
A pause.
“…switch.”
Your knees weaken.
He finally lifts a hand, slow, intentional, and lets his fingers wrap loosely around your wrist, guiding it up beside your head.
Not pinning.
Just placing.
Like he’s testing how much you’ll let him do.
“Tell me something,” he says, eyes locked on yours.
His thumb brushes your pulse, slow enough to feel like a threat.
“If I hadn’t said anything tonight… would you have kept smiling at him like that?”
Your breath catches. “Sunghoon-”
“No excuses,” he murmurs. “Just yes or no.”
You don’t answer.
He steps closer, chest brushing yours, breath ghosting your lips.
“That’s what I thought.”
Your heart slams.
His voice drops to a whisper, cold, dangerous, controlled:
“Look at me.”
You do.
And that’s when he finally touches your waist, a slow, possessive glide of his hand that makes heat bloom in every corner of your body.
“I want you to remember something,” he murmurs against your jaw.
“Before anything else happens in this room.”
Your knees nearly buckle from how close his lips come to your skin.
“You’re the one who followed me in here.”
His fingers slip under the hem of your outfit, pausing at your skin.
“And you’re the one,” he whispers, “who’s going to tell me what you want next.”
Your breath catches at his word, not because they shock you, but because of how quietly he says them. How certain he sounds. How close he is.
Sunghoon watches the reaction flicker across your face, and something in his eyes sharpens, like he’s found exactly what he was looking for.
He leans in just enough that your lips brush against each other, his voice dropping to a tone that vibrates more than it speaks.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “I’m waiting.”
Your lips part, but nothing comes out. The pressure of his body against yours, the hand at your waist, the cold steadiness in his gaze, it all tangles the words in your throat.
He notices.
Of course he notices.
“See?” he breathes. “I don’t even have to touch you properly for you to fall apart.”
He brings a hand up to your jaw, guiding your gaze to his with two fingers under your chin. Not rough. Just in control.
“I didn’t drag you in here to watch you get shy on me,” he says softly.
Your eyes lock with his, dark, steady, entirely unbothered by how flustered you are.
“Tell me,” he repeats, slower this time, “what you want.”
His thumb brushes your lower lip, barely there, enough to make your stomach twist.
“I won’t guess for you tonight,” he whispers.
His forehead dips to yours, breath fanning across your mouth, voice turning even lower.
“You’re going to say it.”
His hand slides down your panties under you're skirt, slow, intentional, stopping right at your clit, fingers grazing at it like they were meant to rest there.
“Or,” he adds, his tone dropping to a dark, quiet promise,
“I’ll make you say it.”
Your heartbeat stutters violently.
He tilts your chin up a little more, eyes never leaving yours.
“So go on,” he murmurs.
“Choose.”
"i want you to show me what you do when you’re jealous.” you blurted out, avoiding his gaze on the last word.
Sunghoon could of came on the spot with you're answer.
He immediately kissed you, rough, passionate, like he'd been waiting to forever, your teeth clash with his slightly and you run you're fingers through his black hair.
He flips you around quickly, and your hands grip the shelves in front of you on instinct.
Sunghoon lifts up your skirt forcefully and dips his hand past your ass into your underwear, finding your entrance from behind, grazing his fingers over it lightly.
"fuck y/n, look how wet you are already, is all this for me?"
"y-yes" you replied, you're breath hitching, you were so turned on you could barely speak.
his large hand stretched out and he reached his fingers to you're clit massaging it slowly, resting his head next to you're ear kissing it gently.
"Now who's pussy is this tell me"
your knees went weak with each word he spoke, but you tried to hold yourself up, you were enjoying this way too much,
Sunghoon took his fingers from you're clit and started sliding two fingers into your entrance, slowly.
"y/n speak"
"you Sunghoon" moaning his name.
"Good girl" he replied as he picked up the pace, Sunghoon took his spare hand and grabbed the ends of your hair, pulling it back so your face came level his with.
He kissed you from the side, his tongue clashing with yours as you both moaned into each others mouths and he kept his pace with his fingers.
without warning he took his fingers out leaving you cold and let go of your hair making your head jolt forward, you rested it against the shelf taking heavy breaths as Sunghoon pulled your pants to your ankles.
You heard the undo of his belt buckle and his clothes dropping to the floor.
Sunghoon spat on his hand rubbing it over his dick before aligning it with your entrance.
"When i'm done with you y/n you won't even look in the direction of another boy."
he suddenly rammed into you causing you to let out a load moan.
"Ssshhh baby you will get us caught"
his pet name to you made your heart skip a beat.
"Fuck Sunghoon, you feel so big." you said, with please.
"and all of it is yours". Sunghoon put his hands on each side of you, resting them on the shelf as he thrusted deeper inside of you.
you tried everything to hold in your moans but he was making it excruciatingly difficult.
although you and Sunghoon had fucked a few times previously, you'd never felt him go this hard, you could feel the passion, the anger, the jealousy in every thrust, you were starting to think you should make him jealous more often.
"Sunghoon you can't come inside of me" you replied, it was too risky for you both.
"But i wanna make you mine" he said with hunger a slight growl coming out at the last word, and sweat was starting to form on his forhead, the confined space was hot, and the scene was making it hotter.
"Sunghoon- i am -yours" you said between moans.
those words made him crumble, he moaned kissing the back of you're neck, licking behind your ears.
he pulled out of you dropping to his knees and immediately started eating you out from behind with a quick pace, he licked you're clit, then trailed it from there to your asshole, repeating it over and over driving you over the edge. You held on to the shelf with all you're strength but you could feel yourself slipping.
"Sunghoon...I-I can't hold on...It feels so- so good"
You could feel him smirk and laugh cockily against your pussy, before continuing.
"Hold on a little longer for me, i'm gonna cum" Sunghoon said as he stroked his member fast, trying to match the pace of his tongue on you.
"Fuck i'm cumming" it escaped you're lips and before you knew it, you were cumming, you'd never been this wet before and Sunghoon cleaning you up with his mouth was making you melt.
just after you, you hear Sunghoon let a moan, the one he makes when he cums. He scrunches his face and brings his free hand down to cum on it. "Fuck y/n" he shudders your name.
Your breathing is still uneven, chest rising and falling as the last of the adrenaline drains from your body. The storage closet is hot now, filled with the echo of everything you and Sunghoon just did, but the silence that follows is different.
Sunghoon drags a hand through his hair, eyes dropping to the floor for a beat before lifting back to you. The coldness from earlier is gone, completely melted. What’s left is something raw, almost shy, something he doesn’t show anyone.
He exhales a small, disbelieving laugh.
“God… I really lost it, didn’t I?”
You push off the shelf slowly, legs still unsteady. “A bit.”
He winces, then smiles, that soft, crooked one he only ever gives when he stops pretending.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “For… all of it. The jealousy. Dragging you in here. Acting like an idiot.”
You walk toward him, stopping just close enough for your fingers to brush his. “I didn’t exactly calm the situation either.”
His gaze snaps to your face, gentle now, warm, searching.
“I just…” He pauses, voice dropping. “When I thought you didn’t want me anymore, it-”
He swallows hard, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
“-it messed with me.”
You step closer and touch his chin lightly, tilting his face up.
“Sunghoon,” you whisper, “if I didn’t want you, I would’ve walked out of this room a long time ago.”
His shoulders drop the moment the words hit him. Relief softens every line of his face. Without thinking, he reaches for your waist, not to take, not to control, just to hold.
“Come here,” he says quietly.
You step into him, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His chin rests on the top of your head as he breathes you in like he’s trying to steady himself.
His voice is muffled against your hair.
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. Not like that.”
You curl your fingers into the back of his shirt. “We won't. I promise.”
“And y/n… please don’t smile at other guys like that again.”
You pull back just enough to see the embarrassed crease between his brows. “Sunghoon.”
“What?” he mutters, but his ears are red.
You laugh softly and brush your thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know.” He leans into your touch. “But I’m ridiculous about you.”
Your heart stumbles.
His thumb traces slow circles on your hip, grounding both of you.
“You’re mine,” he says quietly, not possessive now, just honest, like he’s finally letting himself say it.
“And I’m yours. Okay?”
You nod. “Okay.”
He presses a kiss to your forehead, gentle, lingering, completely unlike the heat from moments ago. It’s soft enough to make your chest ache.
“We should probably leave before someone comes looking,” you whisper.
He sighs dramatically. “Yeah. Let’s give it… twenty seconds. I need to pretend I’m normal again.”
You snort. “Good luck with that.”
He smiles, bright, boyish, utterly ruined by you, and takes your hand in his before unlocking the door.
Warnings: smut (minors dni), oral (m rec), p in v unprotected.
Summary: You and Riki argue before his concert, about attention, exhaustion, and who’s really being selfish. You leave angry. You spend the entire night replaying it...when you see him onstage smiling like nothing happened it enrages you. But when he finally gets home, the tension says more than either of you can.
sidenote: my first enha piece omg !!!, i hope everyone enjoys and thank you anon for this idea, the idea of makeup sex with riki after an argument, oh my LORD *chefs kisses*
word count: 4.9k
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The air backstage thrummed with nerves. Staff hurried between
dressing rooms with clipboards, cords, and half-drunk bottles of water. Every time someone opened a door, the roar of the crowd leaked in, a sound that never failed to make your skin prickle.
You’d been standing off to the side for nearly half an hour, watching as stylists fussed over Riki’s hair and makeup, as managers checked his mic, as everyone spoke to him but no one really saw him. It wasn’t new. You were used to this chaos, the quiet corner you’d learned to occupy whenever he was working. But tonight, something about it stung more than usual.
Maybe because you’d flown out just to be here.
Maybe because he’d been the one who’d asked you to come.
And maybe because since you’d arrived, he hadn’t really looked at you once.
Riki sat in front of the mirror, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, head down as he scrolled through a setlist on his phone. The bright bulbs framed him like a halo, that cool, unbothered focus he slipped into before every show. His stylist had just left, and for the first time in hours, it was quiet.
You crossed your arms. “You invited me here,” you said softly, your voice almost lost in the hum of distant speakers. “But it kind of feels like you wish I wasn’t.”
He didn’t look up at first, just let out a tired sigh. “Can we not do this right now?”
“Do what?” you asked. “Talk? God forbid I try to talk to you before your big show.”
His reflection met yours in the mirror then, sharp and guarded. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
You stepped closer, close enough to see the faint shimmer of sweat on his temples under the stage lights. “Then what did you mean? Because you’ve barely said ten words to me since I got here. I thought you wanted me to come.”
“I did,” he said quickly, too quickly, like he’d rehearsed it. “I just… I’m tired, okay? I’ve been up since seven. We’ve been rehearsing all week. I need to be in the right headspace.”
You laughed under your breath, not out of amusement but disbelief. “The right headspace? Riki, you’ve been in that ‘headspace’ for days. Do you even know how exhausting it is to be around someone who’s always too busy for you?”
He set his phone down, finally turning to face you. “I’m exhausting?” His tone sharpened. “I’m literally working nonstop for something that’s happening in ten minutes, and you’re mad because I’m not giving you enough attention?”
The word hit you like a slap...attention...the way he said it, like it was trivial. Like that was all you wanted.
You swallowed hard. “You think this is about attention?”
He stood, shoulders squared, posture all performance-ready confidence. “Isn’t it? You show up backstage, knowing how chaotic it gets, and you still pick a fight because I didn’t fawn over you the second you walked in.”
“That’s not fair,” you shot back, voice cracking slightly. “You asked me to come. You said it’d mean something to you if I was here. And I did! I’m here, trying to be supportive, but you can’t even look at me like you actually want me here.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, frustration etched across his face. “You don’t get it.”
“Then make me get it!” you snapped. “I can’t read your mind, Riki. You act like I’m being selfish just for wanting five minutes of you before you go onstage.”
“Because it’s not about you right now!” he finally raised his voice, and the sound startled you both. Heads turned from down the hall. He lowered it immediately, exhaling through his nose. “I have to give everything I’ve got out there. I can’t switch between performer and boyfriend every five seconds, you know?”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stared at him, feeling your chest tighten.
“So that’s what I am then?” you said softly. “A switch you flip when it’s convenient?”
His eyes softened, but his tone stayed firm. “That’s not what I said.”
“But it’s what you meant.”
He shook his head, clearly torn between guilt and irritation. “You’re twisting my words again. You always do that when you’re upset. I’m not trying to hurt you, y/n. I’m just-”
“Tired. Yeah, I know.” You cut him off, voice trembling. “You’re tired, you’re stressed, you’re busy, I get it. You’re always tired, Riki. You’re always busy. And I’m always the one who’s supposed to just wait until you’re ready.”
He stepped closer, brow furrowed, but you were already pulling back.
“You know what?” you said quietly, shaking your head. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have come.”
His expression flickered, a flash of surprise, then something heavier. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Walk away when you don’t get what you want.”
You blinked, stung. “You really think that’s what this is about?”
He hesitated, but the silence said enough. You gave a hollow laugh, backing toward the door. “Good luck with your show, Riki. I hope your headspace is perfect.”
“y/n-”
“Don’t.” You lifted a hand, not trusting your voice to stay steady. “You’ve got a crowd waiting. Don’t waste your energy on me.”
For a second, he looked like he wanted to chase after you, to take it back, but the stage manager’s voice rang out down the hallway:
“Ni-ki! One minute!”
He froze, torn between the stage and you, and in the end, duty won. He turned away, grabbing his mic pack and gloves.
You stood there long enough to watch him disappear around the corner, swallowed by flashing lights and noise. The crowd erupted in a roar, chanting his name, and you felt it, that distance between the person the world saw and the boy who used to fall asleep beside you after rehearsals.
By the time the opening notes hit, you were already gone, and heading back to the hotel room you had booked for the night.
The hotel room felt too clean, too white, like every corner of it, is mocking you for how out of place your anger looks here. You toss your bag onto the chair by the window and it lands with a dull thud, echoing back at you. You kick off your shoes next, not caring that one skids under the desk. Everything feels tight, your jaw, your chest, your fists, like you’re one wrong thought away from screaming.
You can still hear Riki’s voice, that calm, infuriatingly detached tone he gets when he’s tired and trying not to argue “You always make it about you.”
The words replay like a needle stuck in a record, over and over, until they don’t even sound like him anymore.
You’d gone there to support him, to be there for him, but somehow it turned into an argument about attention, exhaustion, and who was being selfish. He’d looked at you like you were unreasonable, like you were asking for too much just by wanting him to notice you. And maybe that’s what pisses you off the most.
You grab your phone off the nightstand, unlocking it with a snap of your thumb. The livestream for the concert is already trending. Of course it is. You tell yourself you’re just going to check it for a minute, see how the stage looks, how the crowd’s reacting. But when the screen fills with him, all glitter and light and sweat, you feel your stomach twist.
He’s smiling.
He’s fine.
The camera pans close enough to show that stupid grin of his, the one that gets girls screaming and cameras flashing. He looks carefree, the same person who told you backstage that you were draining him.
You lean back against the headboard, jaw clenched so tight your teeth ache. You should turn it off. You should throw your phone across the room. But you can’t look away. Every move he makes on stage looks effortless, every smirk, every hair flip, every playful glance into the camera, it’s like he’s erasing the entire argument with the flick of his wrist.
You remember the way his hand brushed yours before everything went wrong, how warm it felt when he said he was glad you came. And then, hours of travel, all your effort to be there, and somehow you ended up leaving before the show even started.
You can feel the frustration bubbling, clawing up your throat. You mutter under your breath, “Unbothered, huh?”
A bitter laugh slips out. “Of course you are.”
Your reflection in the dark TV screen catches your eye, messy hair, smudged eyeliner, jaw tight. You look like someone you don’t recognize. Someone who got dragged into a fight she didn’t start but can’t stop thinking about.
You pause the livestream, the last frame freezing on his face mid-smile. Perfect. Untouchable. You stare at it for a second too long, feeling the ache behind your ribs shift into something sharp. Anger and desire, it’s all tangled, impossible to separate.
You throw your phone down onto the bed, grab the edge of the blanket, and bury your face in it with a groan. “God, I hate you sometimes,” you mumble, even though you don’t. Not even close.
But right now, hating him feels easier than missing him.
It’s well past midnight when the hotel door clicks open.
You’ve been half-awake for the past hour, the room still lit only by the city glow filtering through the curtains. You don’t move. You don’t say anything. The quiet stretches between you like glass, thin, fragile, and ready to break at the smallest sound.
Riki steps inside quietly, the heavy door falling shut behind him with a muted thud. He’s still wearing his post-concert hoodie, the one with the drawstrings twisted tight, and his hair is messy, not from styling, but from running his hands through it too many times. He looks exhausted, but not the kind that comes from performing.
You can feel the way his eyes flick over you on the bed, the rumpled sheets, the phone tossed aside, the stubborn set of your shoulders.
“You’re still up,” he says softly.
You don’t answer. The sound of him moving around fills the silence, the dull scrape of his shoes being kicked off, the rustle of fabric as he pulls off his jacket. You can smell the faint mix of his cologne and stage sweat in the air, and it only makes your chest feel tighter.
He lingers by the mirror for a moment, staring at his reflection like even he doesn’t know where to start. Then he exhales, a slow, careful breath.
“Look,” he starts, voice low. “About earlier-”
You sit up, cutting him off before he can finish. “Don’t.”
The word comes out sharp, and it hangs there.
He glances over, brow tightening. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t do that thing where you come in all calm and tired and pretend like you didn’t completely blow up at me before your show.”
His jaw tenses, that flicker of irritation passing through his eyes. “I didn’t blow up at you,” he mutters.
“You told me I make everything about me.” You throw the blanket off, standing now, the floor cool against your feet. “You think that’s not blowing up?”
He turns fully to face you, and for a second neither of you move. The air between you is charged, the kind of energy that could spark into fire or silence depending on who speaks next.
“I was tired,” he says finally, quieter this time. “You know what it’s like before a show. I’ve got people pulling me in every direction, and then you-”
“Me what?” you snap. “I came all the way here for you, Riki. You invited me, remember? I just wanted to talk to you before the show, not compete with your entire schedule for a minute of your attention.”
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing a step closer. “It’s not that simple.”
“It never is with you,” you fire back, your voice shaking not from tears but from the effort of keeping it together. “You make me feel like I’m asking for too much when all I want is for you to actually see me.”
That lands, you can tell by the way he stops moving, the slight drop of his shoulders. The room hums with quiet, both of you staring at each other like neither wants to be the first to break.
Finally, he says, “You think I don’t see you?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “I noticed when you left. I noticed the second you walked out that door.”
You cross your arms, defensive. “You didn’t come after me.”
“I couldn’t,” he says, and there’s frustration in his tone now, something sharp breaking through his calm. “I had a show. Thousands of people waiting. What did you want me to do?...run off stage and chase you?”
You flinch at the truth in that, and it only makes you angrier. “I don’t know, Riki. Maybe just care a little more.”
He steps forward, close enough now that you can feel the heat of him, the tension rolling off his body. “Don’t act like I don’t care,” he says, voice low, controlled, but there’s fire in it, too. “You have no idea what it’s like, trying to split myself between the stage and you. And I still choose you. Every time.”
You hold his gaze, your heart pounding hard enough to feel it in your throat. “Then stop making me feel like I’m just an afterthought.”
That’s the final crack, the air between you shifts. He takes another step closer until there’s barely space between your bodies, the unspoken things louder than anything said out loud. His hand twitches at his side like he’s holding himself back.
“Do you even hear yourself right now?” he murmurs, his voice low enough to send a shiver up your spine. “You think walking away was the answer?”
You stare up at him, defiant. “Maybe I just didn’t want to stay and watch you act like nothing happened.”
The silence that follows is electric. Every breath feels heavy, slow. He’s close enough that you can see the tension in his jaw, the faint red marks on his neck where his mic wire had been taped.
And then he says it, quiet but certain
“Then you shouldn’t have watched at all.”
The words sting, but what hurts more is how much you still want him despite them. Your pulse is loud in your ears, and when his eyes finally soften, just a little, it’s like the last bit of resistance starts to crumble.
Neither of you moves for a long time. The only sound is the city outside and your uneven breathing. The weight of everything unsaid presses down, anger, guilt, exhaustion, want.
You don’t move when Riki steps closer again, you refuse to. You meet his eyes, chin tilted up, matching every ounce of his intensity even though your pulse is hammering.
His voice is calm when he speaks, but there’s an edge to it, the kind that slices clean through the air.
“Do you ever stop fighting me?”
You blink once, refusing to look away. “Do you ever stop deserving it?”
That makes his jaw tighten. He exhales through his nose, the kind of breath that sounds more like restraint than patience. The silence stretches, long, dangerous, alive.
He leans in slightly, his tone dropping low enough that it vibrates in the space between you. “You think you can just talk to me like that and walk away?”
You cross your arms, refusing to back down. “I already did.”
For a split second, you see it in his eyes, that flicker of disbelief, of someone who’s used to being in control but just got matched hit for hit. Then, slowly, a smirk ghosts across his lips. It’s not amused. It’s more like he’s daring you.
“You really don’t know when to quit,” he says softly.
“I learned from you,” you shoot back.
He laughs once, quiet and sharp, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” you say, “but at least I care enough to argue.”
Something in his expression shifts then, the anger still there, but underneath it, a flash of something else. Frustration. Guilt. Want. Whatever it is, it makes the air in the room feel heavier.
He steps closer, and now he’s right in front of you, close enough that you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his shadow falling over you.
“Say you didn’t miss me while I was on that stage,” he says quietly, a slight smirk in his tone.
You roll your eyes, but the movement’s more of a shield than an answer. “You looked busy enough.”
He lets out a small hum, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. “That’s not what I asked.”
You hesitate, and he notices. His gaze flicks down to your mouth, then back up, steady, unwavering. “You can lie if you want,” he says. “You always do when you’re angry.”
That pushes something in you, the mix of defiance and pride that’s been sitting like fire in your chest since the argument started.
“I’m not lying,” you snap. “You think everything’s about you.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Then why are you shaking?”
You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can see through you like that. Your breath catches, but you keep your expression neutral. “I’m not.”
His hand flexes at his side, restrained. His voice dips even lower. “You don’t get to act like you don’t care and then wait up for me.”
You open your mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. You’re still holding his gaze, but the fire in it has shifted, less rage, more heat. It’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The tension in the room hums, sharp and silent. Every second feels like a challenge neither of you wants to lose.
Finally, Riki breaks the silence with a low, steady voice.
“Then say it,” he murmurs. “Say you don’t care. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t.”
You hesitate, throat tight. It should be easy, the words are right there, lined up and waiting. But you can’t. The truth is in the space between you, too loud to ignore.
He sees it, the flicker in your eyes, the small tremor in your breath. For a moment, neither of you says anything. The fight, the anger, the exhaustion, it all folds into one single look that feels too close to breaking.
The silence between you stretches thin, trembling like a wire about to snap. Riki’s last words hang heavy in the air “Say you don’t care.”
You should say it. You should look him in the eye and lie, the way you always do when you’re angry. But you can’t. The words stick in your throat like something too heavy to swallow.
He takes a step closer, slow and deliberate. His lips inches apart from yours. You can smell the faint trace of his cologne and the stage smoke still clinging to his hoodie. His eyes don’t waver from yours, dark and unflinching, whilst you look down at his lips, avoiding his heavy gaze.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice low. “That’s what I thought.”
The quiet hums between you, electric. You cross your arms, but it feels more like a shield than defiance now. “You’re so sure of yourself,” you mutter.
He huffs out a humorless laugh. “No. I’m just sure about you.”
That gets under your skin in a way that makes your breath stutter. You open your mouth to throw something back, something sharp but the words don’t come. You just stand there, your heartbeat a loud, uneven drum in your chest.
“You make me so angry,” you say finally, your voice breaking through the quiet.
Riki’s gaze softens, the corner of his mouth twitching in something between a smirk and a sigh. “Then stop looking at me like that.”
You blink, thrown off. “Like what?”
“Like you still want to stay mad.”
You don’t have time to answer before he moves, not sudden, but certain. He steps in close enough that your back nearly brushes the dresser behind you. His hand comes up, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch is light, but it’s enough to send a shiver through you.
Neither of you says anything. The air between you feels thick, heavy with everything that’s been unsaid. His thumb lingers near your lips, and you can feel the warmth of his skin, the way he’s holding back barely.
“Riki…” you start, but your voice trails off when he leans in, just close enough that his breath grazes your cheek.
You could pull away. You should. But you don’t.
He starts planting soft kisses under your neck, licking his way up to your ear.
Instead, you whisper, “You’re impossible.”
“So are you,” he says, voice rough, quiet.
And then it happens, the tension breaks. He kisses you.
It’s the kind of kiss that feels like a storm finally hitting the ground, fierce, unfiltered, desperate. You grip his hoodie without thinking, and he steadies you by your waist, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. The world tilts; all the noise in your head fades into the sound of your breaths colliding.
It’s anger and apology and everything in between, burning all at once.
The tension between the two of you breaks as he taps your legs, ushering you to jump up, you do as he says and he catches you. Riki grinds into you, pushing you up against the wall.
His grinding mixed with each sloppy, passionate kiss was driving you crazy, you were growing wetter by the second and you were starting to wonder when he would realise.
You drag your hands through Riki's hair as he carries you to the bed, planting you down under him with force.
"Now...how are you gonna make it up to me" Riki said, regaining his breath as he unbuckled his belt slowly, almost deliberate with his movements.
"I don't have anything to be sorry about" you said in a playful tone, you knew you were sorry, but teasing him was funnier to watch.
"...you sure?” he murmurs, tilting his head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Because I can think of a few things you owe me an apology for, that attitude’s just one of them.”
“Oh, I’m shaking.”
His eyes narrow, amused but sharp. “Don’t get cute with me.”
You tilt your head, still smirking. “Me? Cute? Never.”
He moves closer, the space between you shrinking until you can feel the heat radiating off him. “Not a word,” he says, voice low and controlled, teasing but final. “You’re talking too much already.”
You huff, but the spark of defiance in you doesn’t die, it flickers, bright and playful. “And what if I refuse to be quiet?”
He leans just a fraction closer, that smirk still there, and his gaze pins you in place. “Then I guess I’ll have to deal with you myself.” you watch as Riki palms his erect cock through his underwear, you hated to admit it but you were already drooling imaging him fucking you.
You bite back a laugh, heart racing, refusing to look away as he hovered over you. Even as he dominates the space between you, you can’t help but feel thrilled at the game, the challenge, the tension, the thrill of knowing he’s in control… and you’re still trying to push back.
Riki grunted as he pulled himself free from his boxers, it was pressed hard against his stomach and the tip of his cock was already glistening with pre. The sight alone made your stomach tighten and pulse, a mix of frustration and need coiling deep inside you.
You smirked, locking eyes with him, slow and deliberate, letting your hands wander over him. You spit on him, letting your saliva coat his hardness, taking your time to tease, to test him. The way his eyes darkened, the sharp inhale he let out, it was all exactly what you wanted.
“Fuck, y/n…” His low groan shook through the room, vibrating in your chest, and it made your smirk grow.
You moved faster, greedy, letting your lips trace the underside of him, feeling him stiffen further, the heat radiating from his body. Riki’s hands grabbed fistfuls of your hair, guiding you, holding you steady while you pressed your lips to him, and the sound of your moans mixed with his growls made your pulse race even faster.
“Look at you… taking all of me,” he murmured, teeth scraping his lower lip, voice rough, dark, commanding. Every word a spark against your nerves. Every moan, every shiver, a little win in this game you both loved.
You let your hands wander lower, brushing against your own wetness as you teased him with slow, deliberate movements. “I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, arching your back, pushing into him, rolling your eyes against the pillow, letting him see exactly how impatient you were, you couldn't wait any longer...you needed him.
He growled, tugging your hair to tilt your head back. “Say please.”
Your pride bristled, but the need in your body burned hotter than your ego. “Please… just fuck me, Riki,” you whispered, a little husky, a little daring.
His eyes darkened with hunger, his jaw tightening. With a growl, he flipped you onto your stomach, hips pressing against yours. He grabbed the hem of your panties, ripping them off you, the cold air hitting your wet skin sending shivers down your spine.
His fingers teased over your entrance, cold and precise, making your hips jerk involuntarily. “Fuck… you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, lips brushing along your wetness and taking a lick up before moving away and brushing his lips over the curve of your spine, nipping softly, teasingly, drawing gasps from your lips. Then, with deliberate ease, he slid inside you, steady and deep, his hands framing your hips as he controlled the pace.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so tight,” he growled between thrusts, every movement deliberate, precise, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.
you felt breathless as he started moving into you at a steady pace, you were at a loss for words.
Riki leaned over, still pounding into you, making his way up to your ear
He licked along your shoulders, and then up to your ear. “Who made you this wet, hmm?” His voice was low, teasing, intoxicating.
“You,” you gasped, shivering as he continued to work you over, his mouth and hands moving in tandem, a rhythm that made every nerve ending in your body scream for more.
“Are you ready to say sorry yet?” he whispered, breath hot against your skin.
“No!” you shot back, defiance lacing every syllable, even as your body betrayed you with trembles and moans.
"okay if that's how you want to play it" Riki suddenly pulled out
He growled low in his throat, tugging you roughly by the waist to flip you over again. Your eyes met his, wild, desperate, burning with the need only he could ignite. “Fuck, Riki,” you breathed shakily as he positioned himself, pressing inside you with an urgency that matched your own, letting his weight settle over you.
Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer, chest pressed to chest, heat radiating between you. His heavy breaths matched yours, and every thrust was a declaration, a claim, a promise.
“Just say it,” he murmured, voice low, rough, dominant. “Say you’re sorry.”
The walls around your pride collapsed. “I’m sorry… I love you,” you whispered, almost teary, voice trembling. The moment felt raw, intimate, a confession forged in fire and need.
Riki lifted his head, capturing your lips in a slow, lazy kiss, teeth grazing softly, tongue teasing, all while he continued moving, low moans and growls punctuating the rhythm. “I’m gonna cum, y/n,” he warned, voice hoarse.
“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered, tightening your grip on him, nails raking his back lightly, as your legs trapped him in, drawing a guttural groan from him.
His release shook through you, every pulse and tremor inside you as he emptied himself, sweat dripping from his neck onto yours, warmth and weight anchoring you together.
he pulled out slowly, lying beside you on the bed, propping his head up with his arm.
he leaned in and pecked your lips
"i love you too" he smirked, brushing your hair out your face "and i love that you came here to see me, i wouldn't wanna be with anyone else in the world, i'm sorry"
You let out a small laugh, brushing your hand over his chest. “You always have to say the serious stuff after you’ve been… like that,” you teased, nuzzling closer.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Gotta balance it out,” he said, one eyebrow raised. “Keep you on your toes.”
You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it,” he replied immediately, nudging your side gently.
You smirked, turning just enough to look up at him. “Maybe… sometimes.”
He leaned down and kissed your forehead, soft and lingering. “Sometimes? I think I’m worth more than sometimes.”
You laughed softly, letting your fingers trace over his jaw. “You definitely are.”
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you a little closer.
You smiled against him, feeling the quiet warmth settle between you. No words, no teasing, no anger, just the soft, unspoken closeness that made everything else fade away.
hi hi !! it’s been so long since i’ve been on here omg !!! i kind of disappeared without meaning to, but i’ve really missed writing and connecting with everyone here.
for now, i’m opening requests again, but only for enhypen members 💌 feel free to send anything in, whatever comes to mind <3
side note: i’m sorry to those who followed me for other groups ;; i’ve decided to just focus on enhypen from now on since that’s where my inspiration’s been lately
thank you for still being here, i can’t wait to write again and see your ideas <3
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hiii can i request hyunsuk (treasure) smut? perhaps ex to lovers au? thank u!!!
we should be lovers instead
ex to lovers au
warnings:smut,fluff,angst
A/N: I recently got into treasure and they are so talanted. I love their music and they are so funny on treasure map honestly just stan treasure. And don’t even say there is too many members I stan nct seventeen the boyz golcha & treasure I’m sure you’re good (;
It’s been about 6 months since you and Hyunsuk broke up, it was tragic. You didn’t break up because you fell out of love. No . Nothing like that. You barely saw him, he was always training and didn’t get home until late so you decided just to call it quits.
You were also afraid that Hyunsuk fell out of love with you by the end of you’re relationship you felt he barely put in any effort. He didn’t text or call to check up on you, he didn’t tell you he missed you, he didn’t ask you to meet with him when he was free and if he did it was with the other members. Don’t get me wrong you love the members but you wanted alone time with him.
Honestly now you and have Hyunsuk have broken up it was still awkward even after 6 months and because you’d become so close with all the other members they’d always invite you out so seeing hyunsuks was heart breaking but you’d need to move on.
-message from jihoon
Jihoon: do you want to come out later?
y/n: sure where are we going :)
Jihoon: we’re going out for food, bbq! your favourite
y/n: I will definitely be there, text me the address
Jihoon: ☺️
Honestly I was hoping Hyunsuk wouldn’t be there I couldn’t bare to see him
*8pm*
You reached the restaurant that Jihoon invited to you
You fixed yourself nervously walking in peeking round until you found the guys at a table in the back
You felt relief but also sadness?
At the table was Jihoon, Mashiho, Jaehyuk, Doyoung and Junkyu
They all said hi and you went and sat down between Jihoon and Mashiho
“I’m so hungry I can’t wait to eat”
“Me too” Jaehyuk said “I haven’t eaten all day”
“Have you guys been busy today”
“Super Busy” doyoung chimes in
“We have been dancing ALL DAY” Junkyu shouts
“Shhh” Mashiho laughs at Junkyu
We all ordered our food and it came pretty quickly
“So how have you been” Mashiho asks
“Good why”
They all laugh
“What”
“We mean like with Hyunsuk” Doyoung says
I choke on my food and Jihoon pats my back “are you okay”
“Yes sorry that’s just- why would you ask that me and hyunsuk are over” I take a sip of water
“It doesn’t seem like it y/n, you always talk about him” Jaehyuk says
“No we are definitely over”
“Okay so you won’t be mad if I tell you this” Junkyu says and they all look at me worried
“What”
“I think Hyunsuk is talking to someone....”
My heart sank I knew what they meant but I couldn’t believe it “what do you mean talking to someone..”
“Like he has a thing going on with someone but it’s not serious or anything they are just texting”
My heart ached, whoever this was, was getting what I never had, Hyunsuk never texted me ever, or even called I couldn’t believe it “oh that’s good for him”
“Are you sure you’re okay” Mashiho asks me
“Yeah I’m fine” I say
it came to the end of the night and they tried to bring Hyunsuk up a few more times but I didn’t wanna talk about it at all, the thought of him and someone else made me sick to my stomach. I thought I could get over him but I don’t know what’s going on. You don’t really realise you love someone until you don’t have them but the thing is I don’t even want him back, I really really want to move on.
“Hey why don’t you come back to ours, we’re not busy tomorrow anyway” Doyoung says and everyone agrees
“Oh I don’t wanna intrude”
“OH COME ON it’s fine” Jihoon says
“Fine okay I will”
They all laugh and cheer and Jihoon takes my arm as we walk along
“Okay but before we get home can we stop and get some snacks for later”
“Should we watch a movie” Jaehyuk asks
“Yes let’s watch a horror movie please” doyoung laughs
“Yes I know exactly which one we should watch it’s really scary” mashiho laughs “Junkyu will scream”
“Not funny I don’t like horror movies and neither does y/n”
“It better not be too scary” I say clinging onto Jihoon
“Don’t worry y/n I’ll keep you safe” Jihoon says pulling me closer to him
we arrive at the treasure dorms and we go into Jaehyuk’s dorm sitting on the couch immediately and Junkyu brung all the snacks over
I cuddled up next to Jihoon and Mashiho sat next to me on the other side putting on the movie
Just then someone walked in the door it was Hyunsuk...
We made eye contact for a split second giving an awkward smile he said hi to everyone quickly before going to his room
“2 seconds guys I’m gonna go to the bathroom you can keep watching”
They all nodded and I walked down the hall to the bathroom I got there and Hyunsuk walked out. I froze.
“Sorry I didn’t realise you were in there”
“It’s cool”
He walked by me and into his room
I sighed thinking of either to ask him about his new relationship or not
fuck it
I walk to his door knocking
“Hyunsuk can I come in”?
“yeah”
I walk in and he stands in front of me “what’s up”
“I heard about something”
“what do you mean”
“Okay I’m just gonna be straight...are you in a new relationship”
“What no and if I was why would you need to know anyway” he sat down on his desk chair in front of me, I walked over and sat on the desk
“The guys told me you have a thing with someone I just want to know if it’s true or not”
“Well I mean I’m texting someone but it’s not anything serious right now y/n”
“God I can’t believe you”
“What”
“I just think it’s funny hyunsuk that you never text me when we went out because you were supposedly too busy to text me when we went out but now you can do it no bother”
“Y/n it’s not like that”
“No hyunsuk its exactly like that”
“Y/n please”
“did you even love me or even like me”?
“Of course I did”
I roll my eyes “yeah okay”
I got to get off the desk but hyunsuk holds my hips down I was slightly shocked by this
“y/n just let me explain”
“okay”
“I did love you okay i swear”
“you did so you don’t love me anymore”
“Y/N we’re broken up”
“I know hyunsuk” I go to get up again but he holds me down
“Please listen”
“Fine”
“I wasn’t allowed to date you”
“What do you mean”
“My management said I had to break up with you”
“What” I was shocked, I didn’t expect that “are you lying to me Hyunsuk”
“No I’m not why would I lie y/n, I love you okay I always loved you, do you know how much I wanted to see you I still want to see you it just hurts so much you have no idea”
“Hyunsuk-
“When I had to break up with you it broke me I love you”
“But why are you speaking to someone new”
“I’m trying to get over you okay I’m really trying but I just can’t do it it’s so frustrating because I love you so much”
Hyunsuk leans back in his chair rubbing his eyes
I lean forward putting my hand on his cheek and I smile “hyunsuk I love you”
He moves closer and I lean down and kiss him and he kisses me back intensely, I feel him smile “I missed this”
“Me too” I run my hands in his hair and he’s holding my face in his hands
He leans back and pats his lap
I slide down from the desk sitting in his lap and he rests his hands on my hips and wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss “hyunsuk i missed you so much”
He groaned in response and pulled away looking at me smiling
“What”
“I just missed you”
“Me too”
He smirked “do you want tooo”
“make it quick”
I hover over hyunsuk so he could slide down his shorts and he kicked them away, he leans over to his drawer taking out a condom and sliding it on
He guides my hips onto him and I place my hand on his chest breathing heavy
“Ow it hurts a little go slower” I hadn’t had sex in a while I’m ngl
Hyunsuk nods kissing me and brushes my hair behind my ear guiding me down slower
Once I’m fully down I bounce on him slowly gradually gaining a faster pace, once I was comfortable I put my hands on hyunsuks shoudlers and he was moaning loud but he kept his eyes on me,
He reaches his hands behind me placing them on my ass moving me faster
“Please don’t leave me y/n” hyunsuk said between breaths and moans
“Don’t let me go then” I say to Hyunsuk
He runs his hands down my body
“I’m gonna cum”
“Me too baby”
I clench around him signaling my orgasm and and he cums in his condom throwing his head back and he wraps his arms around me pulling me closer to him and our chests touching as I bounce on him a few more times before reaching my high
I hug him with my hesd buried in his neck and I plant kisses along it, I could hear his heartbeating still fast
“Y/n”
I hear him speak
I pull away from his neck looking at him
And he smiles kissing me “y/n please stay with me”
Changbin smut please where you've been working out with him and he's admiring your tonned arms, abs, etc
you look good
Warnings:smut, y/n choking changbin
For @coffeechangbeanie (:
For a while now you’d been working out at the gym and you’ve gotten to meet a lot of people but there was one person in particular you’ve become close with and that was
Seo Changbin
You’d always be in the gym at the same time accidentally of course....
Over the past few months you became closer and closer and you’d always help each other with workouts and he was a great motivation honestly it was always good to have him with you
You walked out the changing room and you saw him across the gym
You approached him tying your hair back in the process
“Hey” you shouted
He stopped and put his weights down turning around
“What’s up”
“Not much”
“You ready”
“I don’t think I can do this I eat too much last night”
He laughs sitting down on the bench press and you layed down on the other one when you placed the weights on either side
“Me too honestly but working out always helps”
“I guess”
You took the weight off and started pushing
“Want me to spot you”
“Please” I say and he walks over behind me looking down on me
Changbin watched as your muscles flexed on your arms with every movement you took he bit his lip and he looked down your body to below your sports bra
Your toned abs tensing when you lifted the weight up and sweat giving them a shiny appearance
He looked back up at your face when you stopped your reps
You sat up laughing “now that was hard”
“Yeah” changing said staring at you
“Is something wrong”
Changbin shook his head as if he came out a daydream “no nothing sorry”
You smiled at him
“Come on lazy let’s get this over with”
*an hour later*
You and changbin fell to groaned groaning
“That was so hard” Changbin says wiping the sweat off his forehead
“Tell me about it” I pat my towel all over me
“Ready to go”
“Yep”
Changbin got up and took my hand helping me up
He stared at me
“What is it again” I laughed hitting him
“Nothing it’s just I see you’re progress”
I blush “oh really”
“Yeah you’re arms look so nice” Changbin says feeling my arm and tracing his finger over my muscles
And your abs he traces his finger over my abs “so good”
My breath hitches slightly and I am blushing insanely now but I don’t think you’d notice because of how red I was after my workout
“Oh thanks but it’s nothing compared to you”
We start walking again and we reach the changing room doors
“How so” Changbin puts his arm against the wall facing me
“Well your arms are massive” I reach out squeezing his muscle “you’re so strong” I look at his lips
And he looks at mine back and kisses me I push him and we go into the changing room locking the door
Everything happened so fast
By this point all our clothes were off and my legs were wrapped aroud changbins waist, he pushed me up against the door kissing me
I pulled away from his mouth dragging kisses all over his jaw and neck leaving what I hope was marks
“I’m not gonna lie I’ve been wanting to do this for a while” changing says brushing my hair out my face
“Yeah, me too”
Changbin leans in again and he reaches over and taking a condom sliding it onto him
He holds onto my legs tightly before pushing into me
I grab onto his shoulders having a tight grasp as he thrusts into me groaning
As he quickens his pace I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him in to kiss him, he kisses me back pulling away
“You arms are so fûcking sexy y/n”
“Changbin” I smile through panting
“Choke me” he says softly
I clench around him at his worlds and I wrap my hand around his neck the other around him for support
As I choke him he rams into me harder and faster using this as encouragement
I choke him harder making both of us moan
“I’m gonna cum” he says breathy
“Me too” I whine , my grip becomes loser on his neck as I can’t focus properly, all I could focus on was my orgasm
He rams into me a few more times before we both came
He sat inside me for a few seconds before pulling out
“Fuck that was hot”
“Yeah it was” I regain my energy and start putting my clothes back on and he does the same
“I think I’ve worked out too much today” he said
“Yeah but same time tomorrow” I smirk
“Yeah but my throat might be a bit sore” he laughs running his hands over his neck
could you do friends with benefits with mingyu? 🥺😳 you can add some angst or fluff idc ;)
They Don’t Know
Warnings: smut,angst,fwb,alcohol,some fluff
A/N: stan seventeen for clear skin
For Anon
-
“I’m so late” you said out to yourself rushing around the room trying to look for you’re bag.
You were going to well , meant to be going to seventeens dorm right now, just a small party with you and the guys and Mingyu was picking you up. Just then your phone went and of course Mingyu. You picked up answering
“Hey”
“I’m waiting outside”
“Yeah give me two seconds”
You ended the call scanning the room and you see your bag under a pile of clothes
You grab it and rush out the door.
When you got out your apartment block Mingyu was standing there leaning against his fancy car
“You look Nice”
“So do you”
I walked over us both getting into his car
“No funny business tonight Mingyu”
“What I didn’t say anything”
I could see his smirk
“I’m serious Mingyu I’m not fucking you tonight”
“Why not”
“Because there isn’t that much of us they will notice”
“They won’t, I swear they genuinely don’t know at all”
“You think”
“100% we’re so suttle”
I was not convinced on Mingyu’s words. A while back we started a kind of friends with benefits situation, we’re attracted to each other and we have sex but we didn’t want a relationship at all so this is the next best thing but most importantly to note that we don’t want the rest of the guys to find out
*at the dorm*
Mingyu and I arrive walking into the seventeen dorm
DK answers
“Y/N” he shouts and hugs me tightly, I was close with DK mostly other than Mingyu of course...
“I missed you”
“I missed you too”
“Oh come on” Mingyu says scoffing
“Jealous Mingyu” DK laughs
And Mingyu hits his arm and we all walk into the living room where the rest of the guys were
We were just having some drinks tonight nothing too big
I greeted all the guys and sat down with everyone
*an hour later*
At this point everyone was slightly tipsy and all talking in their own circles I was sitting with DK,Jeonghan and Hoshi
I sat with my legs across DK and Jeonghan beside me whilst Hoshi sat in front of us on the floor. I loved being around them they were so funny
DK starts running his hands along my legs and I blush slightly but hiding my face from him
I look across the room to see Mingyu glaring at me
Was he really jealous?
I ignored him giving my attention back to the people I was sitting with but even when I looked back at Mingyu he glared but looked away when our eyes caught
Oh fuck sake
I got up off the couch “bathroom give me 2 seconds”
They all nodded continuing the conversation
I started walking down the hall to “the bathroom” but i went into Mingyu’s room, as expected a few seconds after Mingyu barged in
“What’s that all about”
“What”
“You and Dokyeom”
“What about it”
“He was touching you”
I laugh walking up to Mingyu “and”? “You’re not my boyfriend”
“Y/n...”
“You’re not jealous are you Mingyu”
“Of course I’m not”
“Then what’s wrong”
Mingyu didn’t reply to me
“Fine guess I’ll go back and sit with him”
As I turn my back from him Mingyu grabs my hand and pulls me close to him
“No chance baby” Mingyu says cupping my face in his hands and he kisses me
Our kiss is passionate as if it’s something we’d both been craving
He pulls away, both of us heavy breathed , he takes this opportunity to bite my bottom lip tugging at it before kissing me again but I pulled away
“Mingyu we can’t do this here”
“Why not”
“They are gonna notice we’re both gone together and you’re room is the only door that’s locked”
“Fuck it who cares”
I look at Mingyu’s face reading it, i can tell he wants this
I walk up to him grabbing his face this time and he tugs at my hair slightly making me whine
Mingyu walks us over until we are at the bottom of his bed and he sits me down lifting my dress up and over my head flinging it away
He pushes me back and I put my hand on his chest “uh uh take something off first please not fair” I smirk
He rolls his eyes taking off his shirt and I smile . He pushes me back down running his hands up and down my chest before taking my bra off and leaning down taking my right breast in his mouth, sucking the skin and grazing his teeth on my nipples making my chest rise
Mingyu grabs my legs so I was directly at the end of the bed and he takes off his trousers and slowly undoes takes off his boxers
His dick looking angry and red, I reach my hand out stroking him slightly and he groans before grabbing both my hands and pinning them to the bed
“No time for that”
Mingyu let’s go of my hands and pushes my panties to the side moving his index finger in and out of me a few times before grabbing ahold of my legs again and inserts into me slowly
“Fuck Mingyu” I say grabbing his hand trying to adjust to his big size, Mingyu gradually gets a faster pace and I throw my head back when he got deeper
“Think they’ll hear me if I go harder”
“I don’t care at this point just fuck me”
Mingyu takes this as a yes and pushes my legs forwards fûcking into me hard
The sounds of our skin slapping was loud and the bed was hitting the wall so the chances of the boys hearing us was quite high I got a little embarrassed and turned on at the thought
Mingyu leg go of one of my legs and leaned forward, his head right above mine
“I want you to look at me when I cum inside you”
I nod
“What was that”
“Yes Mingyu” I moan
Mingyu reaches his hand down and starts playing with my clit making my arch my back, our bodies contacting, I could feel his hot skin against mine
I brought my hand to his hair using it as something to grip onto and he groaned into my ear making me clench around him
And he came in me he fucked into a few more times so I orgasmed and we both fell back on his bed breathing heavy
And I laughed
“What” Mingyu looked at me smiling
“I think they might know”
“Why”
“That was maybe too loud”
“Shit maybe”
“I say we deny it still”
“Yep that would be best” Mingyu says helping me up
A/N: the idea of Jungkook eating pussy is just...wow...I know he’d be so good at it fuck
Warnings: smut, eating out, suggestive, little angst
As you sat in bed and looked at your phone you couldn’t help but peek at your boyfriend Jungkook who was getting changed in front of you. You watched him as his muscles flexed when taking off and putting on a new shirt
You continued to watch when he went to the bathroom looking at him from the mirror as he washed his face, water trickling down his lips and neck making your mind go wild
He walked out the bathroom “what” he smirked
“Nothing” you looked back at your phone pretending you weren’t just completely checking him out
“Nooo tell me” he said lying down between your legs and you stroked his hair laughing at him being whiny
“Was just thinking about your lips”
Jungkook turned himself around hovering right above your face, his cold necklace dangling over your neck sending shivers down you and his hot breath close to your face, lips inches apart, he looked down at yours
“What about my lips”
“I was just thinking about how nice they look”
Jungkook leaned in kissing me
I pushed him back slightly “maybe they’d look nice somewhere else too” i put my hand on his jaw dragging my thumb down his lip
After hearing my words Jungkook didn’t hesitate shifting himself down to face my entrance
He kissed down my stomach leaving hickeys as he grazed his hands lightly over my clit through my panties
I watched him intensely as he got closer to me, when he got to the rim of my pants he took the top in his mouth pulling them down and throwing them away
“Fuck” he said and I closed my legs the cold air hitting me
“Uh uh baby” he said pushing my legs apart
Jungkook held one of my legs away witn one hand as he trailed the other around my pussy teasing me
“ Jungkook please “
“Do you want me or not”
“Yes”
“Be patient then”
But I really couldn’t wait any longer i rubbed my leg down jungkooks leg and he took this a sign
He lowered his mouth onto my pussy fully wrapping around it
I threw my head back at the contact and Jungkook started moving his tongue up and down my slit, I grabbed onto jungkooks hair and he moaned sending vibrations to my clit
I moaned loudly at the feeling and Jungkook moved his attention to my clit pressing his tongue against it repeatedly
“Jungkook ah” I closed my legs on his head
“What did I tell you about that” Jungkook said removing his mouth off me
The sight of him could make me cum right now
“I’m sorry”
He slapped my thigh before wrapping his arms around my legs moving his mouth back on my agressively
He moved his tongue in and out my entrance in between putting pressure on my clit
I tried to kick my legs but it was no use, Jungkook’s grip around me was too strong. I watched his muscles tense, his veins showing through his tattoos as they strongly held my legs but I couldn’t look for long as my head went back every few seconds because of Jungkook
“Jungkook I’m gonna cum”
But he didn’t listen he kept moving his tongue in and out and he held onto me pushing himself forward making his tongue go deeper inside of me
I moaned gripping onto the bedsheet beside me with one hand and the other in his hair
I hit my orgasm
And Jungkook lapped around my pussy a few times before pulling away
“That was so hot” he said facing me smiling
“Yeah I know” I said trying to regain my breath
“My turn now”? Jungkook said pulling me up so I was on my knees
It was finally the weekend and you’d been excited the full week and it was worse because it felt like the week had been going on forever. You were excited because this weekend you were going to you’re friend Baekhyun’s house for a party and to say the least you’d had a crush on Baekhyun for a while but you’d always been to scared to say anything. All you’re friends tease you about it, sometimes too loudly. You really hope Baekhyun doesn’t know mainly because you didn’t want you’re friendship to be ruined. You’d been friends forever and another reason is because he can be a bit of player sometimes and you didn’t want you’re heartbroken.
~9.00pm
You arrived at Baekhyun’s front porch looking in the window to see everyone mingling about with each other and you could hear the music slightly. It was nothing too big just the members and staff as well Baekhyun’s friends outside the company he was never too bothered about big crazy party’s.
You walked up to the door pressing the doorbell whilst tugging you’re black dress down and fixing you’re hair quickly. Then Chanyeol answered the door rather loudly “HEYYYY y/n HOW ARE YOU” he pulled you in for a hug “you look great come in”
You giggled at Chanyeol always loving the loudness that came along with him “so do you, how’s hyun-ae” asking about his girlfriend
“She’s here actually come let’s go say hi”
We walked through the hall and into the living room to where mostly everyone was gathered. You say Chanyeol’s girlfriend who you had actually grown close with
“Heyy oh my god you look amazing” you said hugging her
“As do you” she smiled “do you want a drink”
“That would be great”
She handed you you’re drink just when a few of Baekhyun’s friends and Chen and his wife came over and we all started chatting just when you saw Baekhyun enter from his back garden along with other people at the party.
His eyes went to you instantly and he came running up to you like an excited kid in a theme park . “Y/N YOU’RE HERE WOW”
“What you didn’t think I was gonna come” you smiled to him
“I mean how could you miss my party, you would never disappoint me” he smirked
You got butterflies at that I mean seriously when you were around him you felt like a teenager in love.
A few hours later the party began to die down and people started leaving one by one and let’s just say everyone was pretty drunk . It ended up only being you, Baekhyun of course, Suho , Xiumin and a few of Baekhyun’s friends left.
You were all sitting on the floor in the living room when Xiumin suggested that you all play truth or dare.
“Seriously Xiumin What age do you think we are” suho replied laughing
“Yeah I’m not playing” I said
“No come on it will be fun” Baekhyun’s friend Kimmy said
“Well Baekhyun should choose wither we play or not he’s the host” Minjae said
We all looked to Baekhyun
“You know what let’s do it, I’ve seriously not played since I was about 17”
Some of us rolled our eyes whilst others cheered
A few in it got to Baekhyun again and I saw Xiumin giggling
“Okay Baektruth or dare”
“dare”
“I dare you to kiss kimmy”
I was getting bored but my eyes widened and I sat up nervously looking between Baekhyun and Kimmy and then Xiumin who I was practically shooting daggers at.
Baekhyun leaned forward as did Kimmy right in front of my face. He even held her face as he kissed her and this wasn’t just a peck this was a proper kiss I could see their tongues.
From the mix of me loving Baekhyun for years the alcohol it was getting too much for me and I got up
“Where are you going” suho asked with worried eyes
I hesitated before answering “umm...just going to..” I looked around the room “I’m going to the bathroom I don’t know if I feel well” suho nodded still looking at me as I left the room.
Instead of going to the bathroom I went upstairs to Baekhyun’s room and sat on the bed I held my hands on my head and I started crying. This is so stupid why do I even like him he literally doesn’t give a shit about me in that way at all.
-back downstairs-baekhyun p.o.v.
I pulled away from Kimmy and looked around seeing everyone dying of laughter at the stupid dare but then I couldn’t see y/n
“Wait where did y/n go”
“I think she went to the bathroom she said she didn’t feel well”
“Oh I’ll go check on her,just continue the game”
I left the room and went to the bathroom knocking on the door “y/n you in here” she didn’t reply so went in and she wasn’t there
I went upstairs to the rooms to check if she was maybe in there
-y/n p.o.v.
As I sat up brushing my hair away from my face Baekhyun came in the room and saw my teary eyed face
“Woah y/n are you okay”
“Yes Baek I’m fine” I looked down not wanting him to see me anymore than he did there
“What’s wrong I know something’s wrong” he came and sat next to me on the bed.
“Nothings wrong can you just leave” I twisted away from him
“No not until you tell me”
“No”
“Y/n”
“I said no”
“Why can’t you just tell me”
“Because I don’t want to or need to”
“Well you have to we’re friends”
“I said leave me alone Baekhyun”
“FOR GODS SAKE TELL ME”
“FINE YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT IT IS SO BAD”
“YES”
“ITS BECAUSE OF YOU”
I fully sat away from him now moving to the bottom of the bed but he stood in front of me
“What do you mean because of me”
“It’s because I like you okay, I really like you and I always have and unfortunately I think I always will” I stopped crying at this point now I was just angry
“Are you saying this because you’re drunk”
“NO is it so hard to believe that I like you”
“I don’t know what to say y/n”
“You don’t have to say anything I know you don’t like me”
I leaned back keeping my arms behind me supporting me . Just then Baekhyun leaned forward putting his hands at either side of me and he kissed me
suddenly he pulled away
“It’s so hard to believe you like me y/n yes it is, but that’s just because I like you too so do you blame me for not believing this is actually happening right now”
I don’t think anyone could of smiled harder or blushed harder than me in that moment
I leaned back on the bed and Baekhyun climbed on top of me we started kissing each other passionately we had both been longing for this moment for so long and it’s finally hapenining.
I started feeling up and down Baekhyun’s body to take it all in as he started running his hands over my face and neck
He pulled away from my mouth and started biting down my neck I moaned slightly brushing my hands though his hair
He pulled back taking his shirt off and I got up and took my dress off quickly before climbing back into bed
“Sit up” he told me and I did as he said
He reached behind me whilst his face was right next to mine , he unclasped my bra and brought his face down biting on the skin around my breasts as well as using his hands to play with them
As he did that I brought my hand down to his crotch palming him through his jeans “fuck y/n” he said as his voice vibrated against my skin giving me shivers , he sat up unbuckling his belt as I got on my knees in front of him. When he undid his belt I pulled his jeans as well as his boxers down and his hard on nearly about slapped me in the face
I immediately took his dick into my hands and started pumping him then took him into my mouth going all the way down gagging I done this a few times before he grabbed my hair practically fucking my mouth . I moaned on to his dick making him flinch and then he came into my mouth
“You’re turn y/n”
I layed flat on my back and baek leaned down in front of my lace panties pressing down on my clit over the thin material making me buck my hips up and he smirked
“Baek can we just do it, I’ve waited long enough”
“Definitely”
Baekhyun ripped my panties off me
“HEY THEY WERE NEW”
“I’ll buy you new ones”
He said before placing his cock at my entrance sliding it up and down my slit before pushing into me putting his hands at the sides of my head as I gripped his shoulders adjusting the size
He went in slowly with his mouth wide open until he had his full length in me before pulling out slowly again and then slamming into me at a fast pace
“Fuck Baekhyun” I said dragging my nails down his back
He groaned and he pounded into my
He leaned down to kiss me and he lifted his head as I bit his lip so he couldn’t get far
I brought my hand down to his hips pulling him down motioning him to faster and he did and it was all too much
He clasped his hands into my hands and we kissed roughly
I pulled away “ I’m gonna cum”
“Me too baby” he said out of breath sounding
I reached my orgasm and I clenched around him moaning loud
Baekhyun pulled out cumming all over my breasts
As we sat out of breath for a bit and he pumped out the last of his cum he got up grabbing a towel from his dresser before helping me clean up and we both got changed
“So what does this make us” he asked me
“Well I guess this means we date”
“I like it” y/n Byun will sound nice
“You’re planning that far ahead”
“Always”
We went to go downstairs when we saw Suho getting his coat about to leave along with one of the other party go ers
“Where is everyone”
“Everyone’s gone just us about to leave now”
“We didn’t wanna disturb you” the guy said
“Yeah don’t worry we all had fun and everyone told me to say thanks” suho said
And also “I see that you’re definitely okay now y/n” suho laughed before they both walked out the door
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It was the final day of NCT DREAMS tour and Jaemin actually managed to get you a ticket for the show and it luckily it was write at the front row so you’d be able to see everything up close.
You loved Jaemin and you loved his music. You were always there supporting even if you couldn’t come to every show you were glad you got to be there today.
-7:00pm
It was 7:00pm and it was right about when Jaemin was about to go on stage and he looked good
He had his stage clothes on and was all ready to go
“Don’t I look good” he states looking in the mirror before turning to you smirking
“Haha funny...yes you look good”
He comes up to you and puts your face in his hands and kisses you.
“I’ll be out soon and we can go home. Can we watch a movie tonight”
“Yes we can but I’m picking”
“Fine whatever”
Just then one of the managers came through andtoldJaemin it was time to get into position to go out.
He hugged you before you both walked out and he started running down the hall
“Good luck”! You shouted
He jumped up at your words and you headed to your seat getting ready for the show.
-
As you sat amongst the crowd you looked everyone and thought it was so cute and everyone was here just for them. Then you realised that the girl to you’re right had a banner saying Jaemin on it. You laughed to yourself lightly but why did you feel slightly jealous? You thought to yourself. I’ve got Jaemin it’s okay.
As the show went out Jaemin had made eye contact with you a few times as you tried to blend in with everyone
At one point he even lifted up his shirt which made you need him even more you saw the smirk on his face knowing how much he would of killed you at that point.
It was about the end of the concert and as they sang they’re final song Jaemin started walking towards you or so you thought...he came right up the girl next to you with the Jaemin banner and winked at her singing to her
You couldn’t help but feel really jealous now he acted as if you weren’t literally right there. You knew he was teasing you and he knows it’s making you angry. You’ve been dating for a while now so he knows how to make you jealous..but since you have been dating for a while you also know how to make Jaemin jealous and that’s exactly your plan
And he was still basically having eye sex with this girl I saw Renjun was coming over so I started screaming Renjun at the top of my lungs which immediately caught jaemins attention.
He gave me an angry stare as I continued you scream Renjun name and even throwing in “I love yous”
Jaemin walked away and I got what I wanted .
As the concert ended I headed backstage to go back into jaemins dressing room.
I walked down the hall actually kind of scared. He looked really pissed but so was I.
As I got to his door I breathed in before walking in to Jaemin sitting on the sofa on his phone
He had already changed into his Adidas trousers and black t shirt
He looked so mad
“Hey”
I said but he didn’t even move
I went and sat next to him on the sofa “silent treatment okay”
“No not silent treatment”
“Jesus okay Jaemin”
“No I’m pissed off”
“Why”
“Why do you think”
“Because I was supporting your band”
“It’s different you knew exactly what you were doing”
We both stood up now
“And what? You didn’t . You knew exactly what you were doing too. With that girl huh?”
“She’s my fan”
“So I’m you’re girlfriend”
“It’s not like it means anything she’s a fan of mine and I don’t know her”
“So I’m your girlfriend and I still don’t like seeing it I mean seriously”
“Well you didn’t have to do what you did it’s petty as hell”
“You deserved it”
“No I fucking didn’t y/n you’re always like this I mean seriously why are you like that”
“Oh sorry Jaemin I forgot you’re fucking perfect and the world revolves around you”
Just then Jaemin grabbed your face kissing you roughly and you kissed him back with the same force
“You think you can talk to me like that” Jaemin said before sitting down the sofa
“I think maybe you should learn to listen to me. Yes y/n”?
“Yes Jaemin”
You loved when Jaemin got like this because you knew it was about to be good
“Okay then suck my dick.but first take off your clothes”
You practically already groaned at his commanding words as you undressed and then got on your knees in front of him
You took off his trousers and boxers at the same time and he was already hard
You leaned down and took him Into your mouth and he threw his head back
You started bobbing your head up and down whilst trying to look at his face. You loved his when he was moaning. You loved the face he made
you pulled away for a second jacking him off a few times “shit y/n” Jaemin said he gathered your hair in his hand before you started sucking him off again.
“Wait y/n I’m gonna cum go faster”
You did as he said he came into your mouth
“Ah fuck” he panted. His hands still tangled in your hair but he didn’t let go instead he pulled you up by your hair and bent you over the couch making you moan
“Next time y/n don’t try get back at me because you know you’re gonna be in deep shit got it”
You just made a noise as in yes but then Jaemin slapped your ass “no say it”
“Yes Jaemin”
“That’s better”
Jaemin slapped your ass again before grabbing onto your hips
“Ready”?
“Yes hurry up please” you genuinely felt like you could actually cum any minute. The tension between you at Jaemin at the moment was driving you insane
Jaemin slammed into you keeping a grip on your hips and you leaned forward and gripped the couch to squeeze onto something
“Fuck Jaemin”
You practically shouted not caring if anyone heard you . Jaemin on the other hand didn’t want anyone hearing
He grabbed your hair again and pulled your face up to his face kissing you
As he slammed his mouth on yours he let out a loud moan trying to keep it quiet but he couldn’t help it and neither could you the position you were in , the argument you had. The jealousy . Just this moment it made it all better
“Jaemin I’m gonna cum”
Just the Jaemin pulled out and let go out you completely
“Not just yet y/n”
You whined Jaemin layed back onto the couch
“Ride me”
You did as he said and climbed on top of him grinding down into him for a second
He grabbed your hips again which were definitely gonna be bruised and he lowered you onto him
You both moaned as you bounced on top of him and he reached his hands up to play with your tits
You lowered yourself down to kiss him and he kissed you back before wrapping his hands around your neck
“Fuck y/n I think I’m gonna cum”
“Me too”
Just then you came and your walls became tighter around jaemins cock making him cum instantly
You fell onto his chest and he stayed inside you for a moment and you both layed there trying to get your breaths back.
You got off him and he got up too
“Are you okay”? He asked you as always
“Yes I’m more than okay”
He picked up your clothes for you before picking up his own and you started getting dressed
Just then you both jumped Chenle came in the room and his face turned bright red
“Omg I’m sorry I..left my charger”
He quickly ran over and got his charger before running out
the two of you are wrapped together in each others arms, sweaty bodies pressed together as you comb his hair, telling him just how much you love him as he tells you it back. You are both really sweet with each other
B = Body part
Your hands. Jooheon loves the way you run your fingers down his back, the way your nails leave red marks in their wake as you rake them down.
C = Cum
Jooheon likes to have you kneeling before him, fingers still ghosting over your sensitive clit as you look up at him, tongue sticking out as he cums down your throat. Of course, you’ve got to swallow each and every drop to please him.
D = Dirty Secret
He secretly can’t wait until the day you decide you’re ready to conceive a child - his child.This isn’t so much dirty but he can’t wait until you can have children together
E = Experience
Of course Jooheon knows what he’s doing. I’m sure this mans had lots of experience. WE AINT BUYING THE CUTE INNOCENT ACT HONEY
F = Favourite Position
Jooheon enjoys you laying on your stomach, legs spread apart as he crawls between them, readying himself at your entrance before stretching you out and filling you to the brim. He finds this position gives him the best access to your body and he loves to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you up against his chest as he mercilessly pounds into you
G = Goofy
I think he’s actually a person that would like to joke around during sex. He wants it to fun for the both of you and isn’t too serious about it. It’s all light hearted
H = Hair
He’s not too well groomed he doesn’t mind if it’s getting a little out of control down there but to be honest your not too bothered either
I = Intimacy
You and Jooheon are so romantic with each other you would think you are the stars of a new k-drama jeez. I think even the guys would get jealous of how close you both are but it’s so cute!!!
J = Jack Off
For Jooheon, masturbation is stress relief. Of course, he’s take out all his frustrations on you in the form of rough, long lasting sex, but when you’re not there he had to take matters into his own hands - literally.
K = Kink
Hair-pulling. The feeling of his hands tangled in your hair and harshly pulling your head back to get better access to your neck, chest, shoulders, is almost intoxicating.
L = Location
Same with Hyungwon he’s probably just wanna be in the comfort of his bed where he can truly give you all his love
M = Motivation
It can be the smallest thing, but Jooheon finds himself growing hard every time you deliberately ignore him. The sideways looks you give him and the ways you almost drape yourself over others to make him jealous makes him want to drag you out by the hair and have his way with you, but two can play at that game.
N = NO
There’s no way that Jooheon will ever share you with another.
O = Oral
Jooheon loves to go down on you. The way you squirm underneath him with merely a flick of his tongue makes him even more smug than anything else he could ever do to you.
P = Pace
Jooheon rather likes to go slow with you. It’s not that he doesn’t love to ram his cock into you at a godly pace and just use he, it’s that he’d rather prolong the session and keep you on edge until he’s ready to cum right along with you.
Q = Quickie
He’d far rather be able to take his time, but if he’s in a mood, Jooheon will take you to the practice room to have his way with you, taking you from under the layers of clothes the two of you are wearing with little to no difficulty at all
R = Risk
Jooheon isn’t afraid to risk someone stumbling upon the two of you screwing, bare and out in the open.
S = Stamina
its most likely Jooheon will definitely go on for a good few rounds making you so worn out
T = Toy
A Vibrating dildo he likes to use sometimes and blindfold he enjoys using for you and even himself
U = Unfair
Jooheon is a total tease. He loves making you a hot mess - especially when you’re blindfolded and have no idea when he’s going to make his next move.
V = Volume
Jooheon isn’t that loud, but he does like dirty talk. He’s always telling you how well you’re taking his cock, how he craves the feeling of your cum dripping down it and all the way to his balls.
W = Wild Card
Jooheon picked up a taste for bondage. Whether it’s you or him wearing the chains, he doesn’t care.
X = X-Ray
Jooheon’s cock is long and curves up against his stomach when erect, but he’s also rather thick, with various veins running over his length. The tip turns a cute shade of pink when he’s just about ready to cum.
Y = Yearning
His sex drive isn’t way up there, surprisingly. Yes, he’d happily keep you in bed for days on end, but he can easily last without it. What he can’t last without, however, is your constant attention and love. He needs you, and isn’t afraid to let you know this little fact.
Z = ZZZ
It takes Jooheon a while to fall asleep, and he simply can’t without you wrapped tightly in his arms. He holds you as if you’re going to dissolve in his fingers, but at the sound of your steady breathing and your warm touch, he will eventually fall into a dreamless sleep.
Could you please write a nsfw alphabet for hyungwon, pretty please? 🙈😳🙏
NSFW! Alphabet Hyungwon Monsta X
A=Aftercare
He can be a little lazy with aftercare, but that’s just because he’s so tuckered out after he’s had an orgasm. If you give him a minute, and then pester him enough afterwards, he’ll go get you what you need. If you want to take a bath with him afterwards, don’t, because he will nine times out of ten fall asleep in there and you’ll either have to drag him out or drain the tub and let him sleep there all night (which is mean, but he won’t blame you).
B=Body Part
On his partner, he’s fond of their whole body, but there are three spots in particular that he puts a little more focus into: your ass, chest, and stomach. Those are his three favorite places to use as a pillow, and he absolutely loves to leave marks all along your chest because they’re easier to keep hidden there.
C=Cum
He prefers to cum inside you, but he’s also fond of finishing on your belly or lower back if you don’t want him to.
D=Dirty Secret
He briefly fell asleep during sex once. He was really, really tired, but luckily you were riding him at the time in some variation of Reverse Cowgirl, so while you thought it was strange that he’d gone quiet for a minute, he woke up in time so you didn’t notice that he dozed off. He felt bad about it, but it had absolutely nothing to do with you; you were fantastic, but he was just that tired at the time. It’s definitely something he won’t be telling you anytime soon.
E=Experience
Decently experienced, and he knows what he’s doing. Sex was never really one of his top priorities, but he had a few flings with people that he knew here and there. His sex drive is pretty low when he’s not in a relationship, so he mainly just gets himself off whenever the urge hits him. Beyond the fact that he knows what he’s doing, he also picks up on your preferences really quick, and he makes sure to play into those as much as possible.
F=Favourite Position
, Cowgirl is one of his favorite positions.
G=Goofy
Overall, he’s not very goofy during sex, but you are more likely to get a sleepy grin out of him if you have sex right after he wakes up. You don’t even have to do or say anything funny to get that grin out of him; just let out a giggle yourself and his sleep addled mind will translate that as something funny enough for him to react to.
H=Hair
He definitely keeps everything clean down there, but prior to getting into a relationship, he didn’t care to do any grooming. Even when he does get into a relationship, he won’t take the initiative to start grooming right off the bat; you’ll have to mention something to him about it, but after that he’ll gladly keep everything trim. So long as it’s for you, he doesn’t mind putting that effort in.
I=Intimacy
Hyungwon is a very passionate lover. He doesn’t shy away from eye contact during sex, and his gaze will be positively smoldering as he watches you ride him or while he rams his cock into you. The way that he kisses you during the act is also breathtaking, and you’ll definitely get a breathless ‘I love you’ after he cums.
J=Jack off
If he’s not having sex regularly, he’ll masturbate about once a week. He’ll make it a long session, too, taking his time and making sure that he builds up to an intense orgasm that will leave him satisfied for a while. If he’s feeling really pent up, then he’ll edge himself, but he doesn’t do that every time he gets off.
K=Kink
Marking, but not obvious marking. He likes to mark you in places that are easy to hide, like your chest and inner thigh. Doesn’t mind if you mark him, as well, but make sure it’s somewhere where he can hide it.
L=Location
Bed. Bed. Bed. It’s the most comfortable place to have sex overall. He does like it when you ride him while he’s sitting on the couch, though
M=Motivation
Massages. Seriously, just rub his back for a while and then slip your hand down his pants. You will be met with nothing but hard dick. He loves the way that you touch him already, so add the relaxation of a massage on top of that and he’ll be ready to go in no time.
N=NO
He’s not going to hurt you, and he won’t let you hurt him, either. Pain is just not in the repertoire of things he’s willing to try when it comes to sex, and he’s not too keen when it comes to bodily fluids other than cum, either.
O=Oral
He freaking loves to go down on you, and he’s down there for so long that you’d think he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the orgasm ripping through you. His technique is on point, and he will most certainly tease you whenever he gives you oral, and he will give you oral a lot. He at least does it every time the two of you have sex, and sometimes he just likes to go down on you without anything else following it. He also loves receiving oral; the visual of your lips wrapped around his cock is amazing, and he loves watching you swallow his cum if you’re willing to do that. He’ll ask you to open your mouth for him before and after, too, just for the extra visual.
P=Pace
He usually goes slow and hard, but sometimes he’ll pick up the pace if he’s really pent up or if you ask him nicely beg. If he’s teasing you, he will damn near fuck you at a snail’s pace, but he’ll pretend like he isn’t just to frustrate you even more.
Q=Quickie
He’s usually too tired to put in the effort for a quickie. If he’s got the energy for it, then he has no problem with having a quickie rather than proper sex, but that won’t happen often, especially when he could be taking a nap and resting up for proper sex later, instead. Of course, if you’re willing to do most of the work, then that changes everything.
R=Risk
Not very risky.I mean he’s an idol, so he’s got too much on the line to take a chance on getting caught having sex somewhere he shouldn’t have. When it comes to experimenting, though, he’s pretty much up for anything so long as it doesn’t cross any major boundaries of his, but if you’re doing most of the work with whatever it is you want to try then the chances of him going along with it are greatly increased.
S=Stamina
His rounds last a while, at least 30 minutes since he always gives you oral first. He’ll typically only do one round, though, because he gets really tired after he has an orgasm.
T=Toys
Doesn’t own any toys of his own, but he definitely doesn’t mind letting you use some on him if you want to. He is also more than willing to use toys on you, and he’s particularly fond of butt plugs and remote-controlled vibrators that you can wear under your clothes all day while he has the remote.
U=Unfair
He doesn’t tease you that often, but when he does, bless you, because you won’t be leaving that bed for at least an hour as he continuously brings you to the brink of orgasm but pulls back right before you can tip over that edge. No amount of begging will help, either. He’ll keep going for however long he wants unless you pop out the safe word.
V=Volume
He’s not too terribly loud overall. He generally lets out really breathy groans throughout the majority of the act, but he’s prone to letting out drawn-out moans every once in a while, especially if he’s getting close to cumming.
W=Wildcard
His scalp is really sensitive. If you’re looking for an easy way to turn him on, just card your fingers through his hair and lightly massage his scalp. His reaction will be almost instantaneous, and he’ll end up being a little bit more rough when he takes you because of how worked up he is from your action. If you really want to mess with him, do that or pull his hair a little bit in the middle of sex; the moan that you rip out of him will be divine, and the orgasm that he has because of it will be intense, albeit a bit sudden as well.
X=X-Ray
A little above average length-wise, so about 5 ¾ - 6 inches, but his girth is to die for. It’s not so big that you’re afraid that it’ll hurt you, and it will give you the most satisfying stretch imaginable. He’s got 3-4 prominent veins on his shaft, with no obvious curves or bends to it. So overall, it’s very pretty.
Y=Yearning
On a regular basis, his sex drive is pretty average, but if he actually took the time to get some proper sleep, it’d be a lot higher. He wants you, a lot, but he’s just so damn sleepy, and that sleep really puts a damper on his libido.
Z=Zzz
As long as you don’t need anything from him, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly afterwards, for reasons stated in the above section. And when he feels the warmth of your body curled up next to him or your hands combing through his hair or gently running over his body, he doesn’t stand a chance at staying awake
a nsfw alphabet with hangyul of x1 please? or donghyuck of nct if you don’t write about x1
NSFW! Alphabet Hangyul X1
A=Aftercare
Hangyul would be such a babe 🥺 he’s gonna cuddle into you and make sure you’re okay, he’s gonna ask if you enjoyed yourself and forehead kisses!!
B=Body Part
When it comes to your body, he’d really have quite a thing for your cheeks, he loves squishing them and he thinks you look adorable
C=Cum
he loves pulling out and making a mess all over your body as a way of marking you, but it’s bearable, and the only time that he prefers to not cum on you is when you’re giving him oral; in that instance, he prefers for you to swallow,
D=Dirty Secret
Hangyul dirty secret is when you act really cute and do aegyo he loves it !!
E=Experience
He’s got a fair amount of experience, and he definitely knows what he’s doing by now. He hasn’t had any serious relationships, but he did indulge in a few flings maybe
F=Favourite Position
He absolutely loves taking you from behind, in equal parts because of the view of your ass and the control that these positions give him. Whenever he feels like being really dominate over you, he’ll take you in Downward Dog, but whenever he just wants to enjoy the view of you sprawled out under him, then he’ll take you in the Concubine position.
G=Goofy
I mean, he has a good chuckle whenever he teases you, but other than that he's more serious during the act. He's more focused on making both of you cum than he is on trying to make you laugh
H=Hair
he shaves all of his pubic hair off. He’s super consistent with that grooming, too.
I=Intimacy
He’s generally more focused on fucking you than he is on trying to be romantic during sex. He has his moments, though, and things are much more likely to be intimate when you’re riding him. Hangyul generally prefers to have the most control during sex, so when he’s willing to give you some of that control, you know he’s more emotionally invested in you than he lets on.
J=Jack off
It generally happens once or twice a week, depending on how stressed he is. It’ll be a drawn-out session, too, where he edges himself nearly to the point of exhaustion before he finally lets himself cum.
K=Kink
He enjoys Face Fucking you from time to time. He’s surprisingly not too rough doing it, though. He likes for you to be kneeling in front of him with your hands tied behind your back as he slowly drives his cock in and out of your mouth, and he’ll occasionally hold his cock at the back of your throat for a few seconds, but beyond that he’s pretty gentle with it.
L=Location
He’s really not picky over where the two of you have sex, but he is fond of shower sex.
M=Motivation
He does like to occasionally leave marks on you, and he really likes it when you send him pictures of those marks throughout the day.
N=NO
He’s willing to give you some control during sex when he’s more emotionally attached to you and trusts you, but he’ll never let you straight up dominate him.
O=Oral
He prefers to receive oral, but that certainly doesn’t mean he dislikes giving it. It’s his favorite time to tease you; he will edge you so many times, and he may or may not let you cum when he gives you oral. It kind of depends on his mood; if he’s feeling generous, he’ll let you cum from it and then he’ll go on to make you cum again as he fucks you, but otherwise, he won’t let you cum, and he will continue to deny you your orgasm as he finishes having his way with your body. He’s pretty lax when you give him oral, and he won’t buck into your mouth as you do your thing, unless you’re letting him face fuck
P=Pace
He’s usually pretty fast and rough, but he’ll tone it down when he’s teasing you, slowly inching his cock into you until you’re begging for him to hurry up and fuck you.
Q=Quickie
He loves quickies, and there definitely won’t be any shortage of them in your relationship. He doesn’t have a preference over quickies or proper sex; so long as he gets to cum, he’s cool with either.
R=Risk
There are quite a few things that he’s willing to experiment with, but there are several others that he isn’t. If he ever tells you that he’s not down to try something, don’t try to push it, because he’s probably got a good reason for not wanting to do it. When it comes to risks, the riskier the sex is, the better, at least when it comes to things like public sex.
S=Stamina
He typically goes for one round, but that will be a very long round, especially if he’s in the mood to tease you.
T=Toys
Oh, he has no issue with using toys on you. Be prepared to be overstimulated, though, I think he would actually be up for you using toys on him he doesn’t mind exploring it
U=Unfair
He won’t tease you every time you have sex, but when he does. He’ll tease you until you beg for him, all while wearing an unbearably cocky smirk.
V=Volume
He’d probably be really loud if he didn’t hold himself back. He typically bites his lip to keep his sounds at bay, but you can occasionally hear a broken and choked groan coming from his throat. He’s naturally a moaner, but he’s a bit embarrassed by that, which is why he hides his sounds. If you’re really persistent, though, and you take him somewhere where he knows that nobody will hear him, he might let you hear them.
W=Wildcard
You’re going to discover pretty early on into your relationship with Hangyul that he has a thing for ripping your underwear off. (the underwear that he gets you will of course not be obtained legally, and it will probably be quite skimpy, as well).
X=X-Ray
Average girth, but above average length at about 6 inches at most 5 at least.
Y=Yearning
He’s got a pretty healthy sex drive, and he’s usually ready to have sex whenever you are. Whenever he’s going through a lot of mental and emotional turmoil, however, he’s going to want to have a whole lot of sex, since it really helps him to clear his head if he is stressed, and these sessions will probably be a little rougher than usual.
Z=Zzz
he'll fall asleep pretty quickly afterwards. If he's feeling really affectionate, he'll cuddle with you as he falls asleep. If he's upset about something, then he won't fall asleep for a while.
When it comes to taking care of you he’s not gonna be all that into it, he will lie down back in bed and just take in what just went down and think rather than tending to you, he doesn’t mean it in a bad way he just wants time to himself (:
B=Body Part
When it comes to your body, he’d really have a thing for your neck, he loves leaving hickeys all over it, just to mark you so people know who’s you are
C=Cum
Changkyun’s gonna be messy, he’s gonna cum everywhere and you’re totally okay with it, he loves seeing it all over you and all over the sheets, almost as a mark of the aftermath
D=Dirty Secret
His dirty secret is he likes when you dress up in cosplay he finds it really attractive and honestly wants to fuck you in one of your costumes
E=Experience
Due to what people might think I actually believe changkyun isn’t too experienced but I don’t think that stops him from knowing exactly how to make you cum fast and hard, he’s learned everything himself
F=Favourite Position
His favourite position is reverse cowgirl he likes when you bounce on him and he can see your ass shake and he likes it even more when he can grab onto your hair from the back
G=Goofy
Changkyun is ALL business here, he’s not gonna be goofy at all during sex, he knows what he’s doing and he’s determined to get it done, if you start anything goofy he’s bound to give you a punishment(in the best possible way of course)
H=Hair
I actually think he is well groomed he doesn’t like when his hair is out of control but he doesn’t like being too bare he complains that he’s cold if he is
I=Intimacy
I think changkyun could actually be quite shy at first so he might be a bit scared to bring stuff up but don’t worry he will eventually come around and reveal his kinky ass side
J=Jack off
He honestly enjoys jerking off but he likes watching the kinkiest shit on the planet, we’re talking machines, ROPES, multiple toys, multiple people he loves it all but he doesn’t admit it to anyone
K=Kink
He’s definitely gonna have a few kinks that he’s not always gonna admit to but one he will admit to is CBT( cock and ball torture)
L=Location
Favourite location would be in the comfort of his home, at home he feels in his element and he knows no one can walk straight in so he’s open to express his wildest side
M=Motivation
His motivation is when you tease him, he likes when you trace your hand up his thigh and squeeze his cock lightly or press kisses to his neck only for him to snap back at you saying you’ll regret that later it gets him excited
N=NO
He won’t do knife play, he doesn’t like the idea of it at all wither that be on himself or on you he doesn’t want sharp things going on either of your body’
O=Oral
He’d love going down on you, simply enjoying to feel you getting wet and dripping for him as he’d pleasure you and of course to hear you plead for more or grip onto his hair while thrusting your hips into his mouth.
P=Pace
Changkyun would start of slow taking you all in around his length and would let you get adjusted to his size before he starts pounding into you at a brutal pace
Q=Quickie
Changkyun is gonna be a big fan of quickies, he likes being with you on any chance he gets, it’s most likely quickies will occur if he really needs to leave for work but your needy and he’s ready to provide
R=Risk
I think later on changkyun will start to bring up all his weird kinks and how he wants to take risks doing all these things, I don’t think he’s too open to risky public sex but he’s definitely gonna try it a few times even if it ends up you both getting caught
S=Stamina
Changkyuns not gonna be able to go a few rounds especially if you are using different toys etc which most of the time you usually are. If you aren’t I’d say 2 rounds at the most he probably gets worn out easily because of how excited he gets
T=Toys
although not to open at start Changkyun is a big fan of toys and he wants to use them in sex as much as possible, he loves seeing how worked up you get with vibrators and then oversimulating you with them
U=Unfair
Chantkyuns not too much of a tease, he prefers being teased it gets him turned on so much
V=Volume
Changkyun is gonna be a loud BOI , he’s gonna show it and he’s not afraid, this man is gonna be moaning so fûcking loud and he doesn’t even care who hears and he loves the how the louder he moans the louder you moan
W=Wildcard
He probably doesn’t want to admit it but he loves when you act cute especially when you’re teasing him
X=X-Ray
Changkyun is a quite a big boi and he shows his cockiness with that during sex, he’s proud of it and he definitely shows it making you feel all the pleasure
Y=Yearning
I think changkyun’s sex drive is HIGH but he knows how to control it well.
Z=Zzz
At the end of the mind blowing sex you and Changkyun are most likely having he’s definitely gonna be fucked out so he’s most likely gonna wanna sleep after it
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Can I request an nsfw alphabet for victon’s heochan?
NSFW! ALPHABET HEOCHAN
A=Aftercare
When it comes to taking care of you just right after, he’d keep his hands and lips all over your body, He’d often speak so sweetly, he’d truly surprise you with how caring he can be, only for it to usually lead to him into coaxing you for a second round before getting to the real aftercare.
B=Body Part
When it comes to your body, he’d really have quite a thing for your hips he’d enjoy pulling you closely to him and just gripping onto you with a hold he just loves holding you in that way
C=Cum
From painting your body with his cum to your face, to simply releasing it all deep inside of you or making you swallow a load, he’d truly get off of seeing you belonging utterly to him in that way, he’d never be able to make up his mind on what he prefers
D=Dirty Secret
He loves when you dance for him, even if you are just silly dancing he gets really turned on and wants to turn the dancing into even more usually
E=Experience
he’d have his fair share of experiences but he likes to be gentle with you but would be more on the teasing side, liking to go slow and all just to get you all flustered underneath him.
It really shows all the experience he’s had in the way he makes you feel a mess
F=Favourite Position
His favourite position is any with you on top but he likes being in control from underneath. As I said he loves grabbing onto your hips but whilst looking up at you is even better
G=Goofy
Chan talks quite a lot and I can see when in the moment he’s definitely gonna be the same so no doubt there will be a funny moment shared between the two of you every so often
H=Hair
When it comes to grooming himself, he doesn’t do much about it, letting it grow out to its natural length down there as he just doesn’t feel like he has the time for it or simply feels like he needs to.
I=Intimacy
When it comes to a more intimate moment, he’d be surprisingly gentle and loving towards you, kissing you softly, handling your body with care Although if he’s in the mood to switch it up he will definitely bring it up
J=Jack off
when he’s on his own, he’d often try to make it quick and rough, enjoying to imagine that he’s fucking your brains out to get it done and so that he can get back to his training before he starts missing you too much.
K=Kink
When it comes to his kinks, he’d have quite a few just as anyone might but would truly find himself getting off on the power he can have on you by giving you pleasure and of course testing you beyond your limits. He’d love to edge you or practically overstimulate you.
L=Location
favourite location, would be in any luxurious hotel he can ever take you in. He’d just love the thought of ruining such expensive bed sheets; he wouldn’t shy away from being rough, even less to break anything and having to pay for it later.
M=Motivation
wait for him on the bed casually. to see you relaxing and just be there for him, he’d grow to love the sight of you being in your underwear and a simple t-shirt with nothing else underneath so much, he’d practically jump on you the moment you’d acknowledge his presence.
N=NO
He won’t do knife play, he doesn’t like the idea of it at all wither that be on himself or on you he doesn’t want sharp things going on either of your body’s!
O=Oral
He’d love going down on you, simply enjoying to feel you getting wet and dripping for him as he’d pleasure you and of course to hear you plead for more or grip onto his hair while thrusting your hips into his mouth.
P=Pace
Since you’re both so comfortable, he’d start up with a harsh pace, thrusting slow but hard enough to make you jerk forward and of course feel how much he just wants to ruin you. , he’d start to go faster just to get caught up with you, only to sometimes tease you and slow down out of nowhere. Nonetheless, if he wanted to he could start off slow and be more sensual, simply enjoying to hear you make all sorts of different sexual sounds for him.
Q=Quickie
He loves quickies, he’d prefer proper sex simply because you can both take as much time as you wanted to but he does also loves quickies. Hence because of all of that and of course of how busy both of you could be, he’d manage to get to have a quickie with him much more often than you can actually think of.
R=Risk
He’s willing to experiment to an extent, usually it being as to how and where you both are doing it. He’d always be more and more bolder, trying desperately to convince you to give it a new try along with him, only to end up promising you countless of gifts all while using a more endearing tone to get you to try.
S=Stamina
only coming when it gets too much or after you would, only to give you a bigger surprise as he’d grin cockily and ask you if you’re ready for round two. When he’d really really feel like it he could go for a third one and would simply do so just to make sure you’re satisfied with him.
T=Toys
He indulges in buying you all sorts of toys for you to try alone and once you’re together in bed. Varying from remote controlled vibrators to simple dildos, simply because he enjoys looking and knowing that you can be pleasured even while he isn’t using his own cock.
U=Unfair
He is quite the tease and doesn’t care if it gets too much for you, only stoping once he deems you had enough of it. He’d often voice it with words to get you all shy and flustered.
V=Volume
He can be loud just as he can be quiet and only for you to hear. Usually when he’s loud, it’s all about his possessiveness and cockiness, anyone who might pass by know that you’re his completely while he speaks. He’d usually tone it down as he’d be more gentle with you, often focusing on pleasuring you and letting out his groans and grunts softly.
W=Wildcard
He absolutely hates seeing anyone flirting with you, man or woman, he just can’t stand it and when you’d play along with them or seem so flattered, he’d be unable to hide his jealousy. However, from it he’d grow quite turned on, simply imagining himself giving you a real good punishment or lesson before slowly making his steps closer to make it come true.
X=X-Ray
When it comes to his cock, he’d be quite on the thicker side, having impressed you even with his pants still on. Nonetheless, his length would be perfect enough to pleasure you as well and he’d truly just have to be cocky about it, making you laugh.
Y=Yearning
Although, most would think it’s high, he doesn’t see it that way, simply telling you that he feels like wanting you because he loves and needs you. Nonetheless, he’d be able to control himself for your sake but truly with him around you yourself would end up yearning for him as he’d purposely make you miss his touch.
Z=Zzz
Whenever he’s really worn out, he’d fall asleep quite quickly, all while still keeping you so close to him. However, most of the time, he’d be so preoccupied by his thoughts, whether they’d be serious concerns or silly ones, he’d just have to tell you how he feels and such, before slowly drifting to sleep, especially since you’d stop to answer him at some point.
you and hoseok would be out for a nights drive it’s a thing you like to do
you start to get really needy and start touching thigh as he’s driving
“Stop y/n I’m trying to focus on the road”
“But Hoseok I want you”
“Can you not wait until we get home”
You looked at him with a face to show that you cannot wait and you need him now
Hoseok drives a bit further on and stops on the side of the road
“Backseat”
You listen to his words and quickly get out the front seat and into the back and he’s already there
You climb on top of him being so needy and start kissing him so hungrily, you’ve been waiting for him, you needed him and you needed him now
As you are kissing he presses his knee against your clothes clit making you whine
“Fuck hoseok”
“You like that baby”
He pulls you onto his lap and you grind against each other trying to get as much friction as possible
“Hoseok I might cum if we keep this up”
“We can’t have that can we”
He practically rips your jeans and shirt off of you and takes his own clothes off quick
He flips you over and you hold onto the window ledge as he grabs your hips and slams into you
“FUCK HOSEOK”
The car is shaking like mad and when he starts thriving into you deeper your face pushes up against the window making you groan
He grabs onto you hair and pulls you up to leave hickeys all down your neck and over your shoulder sucking and biting whilst still fucking into you at a brutal pace
“I can’t last much longer”
“Same baby just hold on”
You fall back down and he wraps his arms around your waist fucking into you hard ,his chest basically stuck to your back
He moans loudly before spilling into you as you come right at the feeling
He fucks into you a few more times before pulling out and you both sit in the back seat facing each other
