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The crazy life of RPF writers for whom almost everything is AU otherwise we'd be writing about real life kpop idols the whole time

about andrew

2001 ┊ he/it ┊ US

I post sfw and nsfw (minors dni)

kpop rpf writer on ao3 and socmed aus on here & twitter (links in carrd)

groups I stan and my biases: seventeen jun; ateez jongho; xdinary heroes gunil; nct chenle & renjun, kun; p1harmony jongseob

I do not write x reader

no nsfw about idols under 20 y/o

have fun!

tag for fic updates: #nervouscity update

my aus currently on here:

1. taeyong and jihoon one shot 2. gnc seonghwa thoughts 3. taeho free use

Jun fest!

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Taeyong and Jihoon in the studio

Dom Jihoon, sub Taeyong, blowjobs, cum eating, praise; Taeyong doesn't like to be called hyung but likes to call Jihoon sunbaenim — 1.1k

Jihoon sat on Taeyong's couch in his studio, awkward and nervous but needy and distracted. He hasn't interacted much with Taeyong, but has thought he was attractive any time he saw him online or in passing. It was hard not to notice him.

Jihoon wanted him to end the livestream.

Jihoon wanted his friend to leave.

Jihoon managed to contain himself until both of those things happened. After, Taeyong told him to stay a bit for them to talk more. Taeyong wanted Jihoon to produce a song for him. Jihoon would do anything if it meant they could be this close again, this alone and this together.

Together. Alone. Alone together.

Jihoon slid his hand onto Taeyong's shoulder. He was standing behind him as Taeyong sat at his desktop. Taeyong tensed and his words faltered, but he didn't comment. Jihoon took that as consent to keep going.

He moved to Taeyong's neck. He squeezed the back of it, then carded his fingers through Taeyong's hair. Taeyong wasn't speaking very well now.

"How often are you in here, hyung?" Jihoon asked, trying to be casual. If Taeyong so much as looked at him right now, he'd crumble.

"Don't call me that." Taeyong whispered.

Jihoon froze. "Oh. Sorry. Taeyong-shi—"

"No," Taeyong said, turning around. He took Jihoon's hand, but pressed it closer to him. They made eye contact. Jihoon's knees nearly buckled.

"Woozi-sunbaenim…" Taeyong started, eyes darting around Jihoon's face.

Jihoon laughed, shy. "You don't need to—"

He trailed off, Taeyong's eyes distracting him. They were so big, and so pretty, so pretty pretty pretty, would look so good looking up at him as he took cock, look so good rolling back in his head.

Jihoon kissed him. He couldn't stop himself. Taeyong let go of Jihoon's hand, and Jihoon grabbed a handful of his hair. Taeyong's lips were soft.

"Sunbaenim," Taeyong moaned, "take me."

Jihoon smiled. How cute. How needy. How overtly needy, desperate and eager. Jihoon wondered if his members fucked him well.

"Haven't had it in a while?" Jihoon asked. He kept one hand in Taeyong's hair and used the other to tilt his head up, fingers on his chin.

Taeyong shook his head slightly. Jihoon would've gotten lost in his eyes if it weren't for his cock twitching to life.

"Lock the door." Jihoon murmured.

He straightened, and Taeyong got up and stumbled to the door. He locked it, then turned back and stood, fiddling with his fingers. Jihoon smirked and sat on the couch. He patted his lap.

Taeyong hurriedly straddled him. He kissed him before Jihoon could speak. Jihoon chuckled, cupping Taeyong's face. He snaked down Taeyong's body and slipped inside his pants. Taeyong pushed his clothes down without breaking the kiss.

Jihoon cursed, seeing Taeyong's cock. Everything was pretty about him. He wrapped his hand around him and pumped. Taeyong whined (whined!), and looked down to watch. His hips were already twitching.

"God, fuck," Jihoon hissed, and he pushed Taeyong up and over to sit on the couch. If that's how Taeyong sounded from just a handjob, he needed to hear more. He got in between his legs and sucked his cock down.

"Oh—oh, shit, s-sunbaenim…" Taeyong mewled, hands in Jihoon's hair.

Jihoon was fast on him, needing to hear his whimpers and moans. Jihoon wasn't often called that title, and he found he liked it. Especially in this context, especially from Taeyong's whiny voice.

"You're such a good boy," Jihoon said, almost like he was talking to a dog, "put out so easily."

Taeyong whimpered. He hid his face in his hands. Jihoon smirked, licking up Taeyong's length. He suckled on his cockhead. Taeyong squirmed.

"I—I might not last long," Taeyong told him, shaky.

"I can tell." Jihoon commented. Taeyong's precum was streaming steadily. "Do you have lube?"

Taeyong looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and shook his head.

Jihoon ignored it, but his heart dropped with disappointment. He was thinking about bending Taeyong over his couch and fucking him good. Making his little cock bounce, making his arms give out, making his legs shake. Splattering his cum across the cushions.

"Next time, come to mine, and you can cockwarm me, yeah? Sit in my lap as I work. If you're good, maybe I'll let you bounce on my cock." Jihoon told him.

Taeyong's jaw dropped with a low moan. He nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be good." He whispered.

"Maybe I'll record us and sample it for the song I'm making you." Jihoon said, taking him down. Seeing that this was how Taeyong was, naturally submissive, greatly helped his confidence.

"Fuck—oh, please," Taeyong mewled. He was grinding into Jihoon's mouth.

Jihoon kept going. Taeyong's thrusts got faster, then he shook through his orgasm. Jihoon swallowed. He didn't let up until Taeyong was making tiny little choked moans, small yelps of overstimulation.

Jihoon sat back. Taeyong took a moment to gather himself, breathing and rubbing his eyes. He then pulled his clothes up, avoiding Jihoon's gaze.

Jihoon stood. Taeyong kept his head down as he said, "Thank you, sunbaenim."

"Any time. You wanna help me?" Jihoon asked.

Taeyong nodded and scooted to the edge of his seat, gently putting his hands on Jihoon's hips. Jihoon pushed down his clothes, letting his cock spring out. Taeyong got his mouth on it.

"Taeyong-hyung," Jihoon moaned in pure pleasure.

Taeyong looked up at him, staying on his dick, eyes as big and pretty as always, whining in complaint.

Jihoon ran his fingers through Taeyong's hair and chuckled. "Sorry, baby. You're just a little sweetie, aren't you? Little baby boy."

Taeyong's eyes fluttered shut and he took Jihoon deeper. Jihoon sighed in relief. He set both hands on Taeyong's hair, petting him, feeling how soft he was. He made sure not to move him, even if he was eager to fuck his face. Taeyong was fragile.

"So good, baby, so good." Jihoon murmured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, focusing on the feeling of Taeyong's warm mouth around him.

Taeyong pumped him fast as he said, "Want it on my face."

Jihoon groaned. He came just as fast as Taeyong, and he did what he was told, jerking off onto Taeyong's face. After, he took a moment to stare. To study Taeyong, to take in how beautiful he was. Even without his seed marking his face.

Jihoon found tissues and cleaned Taeyong up. He gave him a small kiss, making Taeyong smile. Jihoon was awkward again, but at least Taeyong was, too.

"You'll really make a song for me?" Taeyong asked quietly.

Jihoon grinned and kissed him once more. "Of course. Call me any time."

Taeyong looked down, shy. "Thank you, sunbaenim."

Jihoon would never feel the same way about that word ever again.

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dotae, sub doyoung and dom taeyong

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"Good." Taeyong mumbled. "Everything will go just fine if you just do what I say, okay, sweetie?"

Doyoung nodded, pressing his thighs together.

"Okay?"

"Yes, okay." Doyoung answered. "Of course."

Taeyong smiled. Doyoung started squirming. His hand on his dick was definitely faster than earlier, but Taeyong either didn't notice or didn't care.

honggi <3 top mingi, (slightly dom) bottom hongjoong

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Mingi was loud because he was sensitive. Hongjoong knew he would want to sit down at some point, but he stood him up for a reason. Hongjoong liked being on his knees. It just felt better, felt right to him, even if his knees always ended up aching and his calves sometimes went numb from sitting on them. It was easier to see his effect on someone this way.

seokhoon <3 top seokmin, bottom jihoon

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He saw Jihoon's hand go to his cock. Seokmin pulled him up, getting him upright and holding him close. Jihoon tilted his head back on Seokmin's shoulder. Seokmin jumped at the opportunity to suck on his neck, and Jihoon's moan was distinct in his ear. “Show them, baby. They wanna see you cum.” Seokmin told him. Jihoon whined. He raised his arm to hold the back of Seokmin's head. “Feels so fucking good. They're—they’re watching… God, fuck.”

“Mhmm, they're watching you, baby. They love you. They all wanna touch you.” Seokmin told him, lips still on his neck.

seungcheol, wonwoo, chan, minghao, jun – group jerk-off session

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“He's cute.” Jun repeated. “Where'd you find him?”

“Jun, shut up, you think everyone's cute.” Minghao retorted.

But his eyes were scanning Wonwoo's body, up and down, pausing on his cock. Wonwoo widened his legs a centimeter. Minghao smirked to himself, but didn't make eye contact.

“Soonyoung.” Chan supplied. The mutual friend. Chan was their connection.

“Ohh.” Jun nodded in understanding. “And where'd you find Soonyoung? He's cute, too.”

“Who do you not want to fuck?” Minghao questioned.

“I didn't say anything about fucking! Just that they're cute. Though, of course, if the opportunity arose…”

also, notice that I made another work!! please show it love <3 I'll be continuing my svt one shots there, here's an explanation

free use top jaehyun x nct 127

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Taeyong sighed, one hand gripping Jaehyun's hair. He yanked on him to expose more of his neck. Jaehyun groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He pumped faster. “Always so docile. Such a good toy for us.” Taeyong murmured. He wrapped an arm around Jaehyun's waist, under his shirt. Jaehyun bit his lip. Taeyong bit him the same time he tightened his grip in his hair and dug his fingernails into his waist, making Jaehyun yelp.

y'all should ask/say stuff in my inbox!! I like talking with people!! I'm open to almost every ship and a lot of kinks/dynamics!! please!!

1 Corinthians 15:33

A top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader. The male reader seduces jeongin by wearing tight boxers and thigh-high socks. The reader wanted to ride him with Jeongin wearing pants while he rode his dick. The reader also loves Jeongin to stay shirtless while humping or riding on him.

Thigh Highs

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Paring: top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader

Genre: smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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"Hey, Jeongin, you're home early," M/n called out from the bedroom, hearing the front door shut. Jeongin, his ginger hair a bit messier than usual, poked his head in with a tired smile.

"Yeah, had a bit of a break in the schedule today," he replied, tossing his bag onto the floor. "How's your day been?"

M/n stepped into the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers blue and white striped thigh-high socks that hugged his thighs. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he approached Jeongin, who couldn't help but let his gaze wander over M/n's body. "It's been okay," M/n said, his voice a low purr. "But it's about to get a whole lot better."

Jeongin felt his heart race as M/n closed the distance between them. He reached out, his hand brushing against M/n's bare chest, feeling the heat and the firm muscles beneath the smooth skin. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

M/n took Jeongin's hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently down onto the soft mattress. "I was thinking," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips, "about how much I love watching you move." He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jeongin's waist. "But I think it's your turn to watch me this time."

Jeongin's eyes widened as M/n began to slowly roll his hips, the fabric of his pants tightening around his growing erection. The sight of M/n's body moving in such a sensual way made him feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I want to ride you," M/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I want you to keep your pants on."

The request took Jeongin by surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He liked the idea of M/n being in control, and the added challenge of keeping his own pants on only made the situation more thrilling. He took of his shirt, laid back, his arms folded behind his head, watching as M/n reached down to pull his boxers aside, freeing his hard cock. M/n's hand wrapped around it, stroking gently as he positioned himself over Jeongin's crotch.

M/n's eyes never left Jeongin's as he lowered himself down, feeling the warmth and pressure of Jeongin's erection against his own. Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes hooded with lust as M/n began to grind their hips together. The friction through Jeongin's clothes was driving him wild, and he knew that M/n was feeling it too, judging by the way he was panting and his pupils had dilated.

M/n leaned forward, his hands planted on either side of Jeongin's head, and began to move in earnest. His muscles flexed with each movement, the tight fabric of his socks and boxers accentuating every line and curve of his body. Jeongin reached up, his hands sliding along M/n's thighs, feeling the power and control in his legs as he rocked back and forth. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of want and need that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of flesh against fabric that was punctuated by M/n's breathy moans. Jeongin could feel the heat building in his own pants, the pressure of his erection against the zipper becoming almost unbearable. He watched as M/n's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry.

M/n's movements grew more urgent, his hips snapping down with increasing force. Jeongin could feel the precum leaking through his own pants, making the fabric stick to his skin. He reached down, fumbling with the button and zipper, eager to free himself and feel M/n's bare skin against his own.

"Not yet," M/n breathed, his eyes snapping open to meet Jeongin's. "Let me enjoy this for a bit longer."

Jeongin nodded, his own need momentarily overridden by the desire to give M/n what he wanted. He watched as M/n leaned back, his hand still working his cock in time with their rhythm. The sight was almost too much to handle, but he forced himself to stay still, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

M/n's hips rolled in a way that sent waves of pleasure through both of them, the friction from the boxers and pants creating a delicious tension. Jeongin could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. He reached up to trace the line of M/n's jaw, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of his cheek.

"You're so beautiful," Jeongin murmured, his voice thick with lust.

M/n's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his climax. He leaned down, capturing Jeongin's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their hips continued to grind. Jeongin could taste the sweetness of M/n's mouth, feel the tremble of his body as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

Their kiss broke, and M/n let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand, spurts of cum landing on Jeongin's bare stomach. Jeongin watched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch, as M/n's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Your turn," M/n panted, moving off of Jeongin's hips and sliding down his body. He took Jeongin's cock in his mouth, the fabric of his boxers still in the way, creating a barrier that only served to heighten the sensation. Jeongin's hips bucked upwards instinctively, his hands finding M/n's hair and gripping it tightly.

M/n teased him through the fabric, licking and sucking, feeling the heat and the pulse of Jeongin's erection against his tongue. Jeongin's breathing grew ragged, his body straining against the restraint of his own pants. "M/n," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.

M/n sat back up, a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at Jeongin. "You know what you have to do," he said, his voice low and commanding. Jeongin nodded, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he quickly shed his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

M/n straddled Jeongin once more, this time facing away from him. He leaned back, pressing his ass against Jeongin's cock, feeling the tip slide along his crack. Jeongin's hands came up to grip M/n's hips, guiding him into position. With a slow, deliberate movement, M/n lowered himself down, feeling the head of Jeongin's cock breach his entrance.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made M/n gasp. He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he continued to sink down, taking Jeongin inch by inch. Jeongin's eyes were on M/n's ass, watching as it swallowed him whole, the fabric of his boxers stretching tightly over his balls. He couldn't believe how tight M/n felt, even after all the times they'd been together.

Once M/n was fully seated, he paused, giving Jeongin a moment to adjust to the feeling. Jeongin's grip on his hips tightened, his nails digging into the flesh. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

M/n leaned back slightly, his hands on Jeongin's chest for balance. He began to rock back and forth, setting a slow, deliberate pace. The feeling of Jeongin's cock sliding in and out of him was exquisite, the friction of the fabric against his ass only adding to the sensation. He could feel Jeongin's muscles tense and release with each of his movements, the way his abs flexed and his chest heaved with every breath.

"F-fuck me," M/n whispered, his voice a mix of need and challenge. "Har-der."

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, the fire in his gaze burning hotter as he complied. He pushed up into M/n, his hips moving with more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that echoed off the walls. The headboard of the bed began to thump rhythmically against the wall, a steady beat that matched the racing of their hearts.

M/n's breath hitched as Jeongin's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned back further, arching his back, giving Jeongin deeper access. The feel of Jeongin's bare skin against his own was electric, the heat of their bodies melding together in a way that made M/n feel like they were one.

Jeongin's hands moved from M/n's hips to his waist, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the band of his boxers. He could feel M/n's muscles clench and release around him, the tight grip of his ass driving him wild. He began to piston his hips upwards, meeting M/n's movements with his own, the pace of their lovemaking increasing with each passing moment.

M/n's moans grew louder, his body moving in perfect sync with Jeongin's. He reached down to stroke his own cock, the sensation of being filled and pleasured at the same time overwhelming. His hand was a blur, his strokes matching the rhythm of Jeongin's thrusts. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the feel of the cool air against his flushed skin, the scent of their combined arousal, the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet of the afternoon.

As the intensity grew, M/n's movements grew more erratic. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his stomach. "Fuck, Jeongin, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his voice cut off by a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. Jeongin's grip on him tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt M/n's hole clench around his cock.

The sight of M/n's climax pushed Jeongin over the edge. He buried his face in the pillow beside M/n's, his hips bucking up as he filled M/n with his cum. His body was a taut bow, every muscle straining as he emptied himself into his lover. He groaned into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense.

M/n felt the hot spurts of Jeongin's release, his inner walls pulsing around the thick cock inside him. He collapsed forward, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Jeongin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

"That was… incredible," Jeongin panted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

M/n chuckled, his body still shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice filled with satisfaction. He leaned back into Jeongin's embrace, feeling the sticky warmth of their combined releases between them.

Jeongin kissed the back of M/n's neck, his breath hot against the damp skin. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. M/n shivered at the contact, his body still sensitive from the intense climax. He turned his head to the side, capturing Jeongin's lips in a lazy kiss that spoke of contentment and love.