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Okay but how do you think the boys feel about hickeys??? I just wanna like cover their soft skin in pretty little love bites 🥺

ooo as a hickey lover i like this😈

YEONJUN!

would love to give and receive hickeys! especially on his neck, chest and collarbones and on your thighs. he wants everyone to know that y'all are hot and y'all are fuckin. very loud and proud about your relationship! doesn't care abt the looks yall get.

SOOBIN!

love love loves thigh hickeys on himself! and would love it if you just bite his thighs, also just loves you leaving marks on his neck, i feel like he just loves the feeling of it yk? and would love to mark your chest!! baby boy got a perfect hickey giving mouth and uses it!

BEOMGYU!

little slut loves it!! would love when you mark him up to show that he's yours and he'd proudly show off the red marks lining his neck bcs he's just a little slut and loves the attention. also seems like a chest hickey giver! but also your neck! baby boy just loves to give and receive hickeys!

TAEHYUN!

loves it! especially when you straddle his lap and just take your time leaving marks and bites on his pretty neck especially when you pause to lick them. dies for tummy hickeys on both him and you! also seems like he'd leave a cheeky little mark on your booty just for him to see;)

HUENINGKAI!

sensitive!! baby!! i can just see him getting so squirmy when you suck on his pretty skin, would definitely get rlly hard bcs of it. hyuka thigh hickey lover! leave pretty marks on his pretty thighs and it's game over! i spoke abt hyuka sensitive thighs here and i still stand by it. baby has sensitive thighs.

reminder that this is just my opinion! i'm not saying it's fact!

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Mommy & Daddy

Yeonjun has had enough of your parents, so he marks his territory.

word count - 1.6k

warnings - dom!yeonjun x afab!reader (as usual no pronouns are used but the reader is called gendered terms such as princess & mommy), daddy kink, mommy kink, marking, breeding kink, raw penetration x2 (wrap it up!!), cum tasting, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, light dumbification, dacryphilia, size kink

a/n - yall who are aware of my kinks may be a lil surprised to read this, but really. something about this concept gets me. and it turns out that when possessiveness comes from a place of care its actually pretty hot. julia's character development story?! :o. anyways, this is a lil filthy but still overall soft vibes as usual, enjoy u whores >3<

TW for a lil bit of possessiveness!

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This was wrong, it was beyond wrong. You knew it felt wrong to enter your parents' bedroom without permission in the first place, and you knew it felt wrong when you laid on their bed with your boyfriend. It felt wrong when he pulled your body close to his and slipped his hand up your shirt as you made out with tounge, and it felt wrong when you pushed him against the headboard straddled him, and even more wrong when you started grinding on his hardening cock. But now, as you were bouncing on his dick, all those feelings of wrongness had escaped your mind, as there wasn't much you could think about other than how fucking good he was making you feel. There was no way something could feel this good and not be right.

Your relationship with your parents was nothing short of a mess, and after endless nights of hearing you cry over how they've fucked you over, Yeonjun grew to despise them. He knew he took care of you better than they ever could, and it infuriated him when they still claimed you as their baby. Because you weren't. You were his. So when he found out they were out for the night, he just had to get you on their bed to fuck you.

~

Yeonjun's fingers grip onto your waist, holding you upright as you rut yourself on his dick - tomorrow you could examine the little bruises that were going to show on your waist. You'd be sure to take a picture ; maybe even a polaroid, if they're clear enough, because you like to take pretty pictures of the pretty marks that your daddy leaves on your body.

"D-daddy, fuck," you squeak out, your voice shaken by the movement of your body.

"That's right baby, I'm your daddy. Fuck your parents, I'm your daddy. You belong to me."

Yeonjun almost growls as he speaks, but his aggression doesn't threaten you, it just turns you on ; actually, upon hearing his words, you moan even louder. He decides he wants more friction, so he tucks his fingers underneath your thighs to help support your weight, allowing you to bounce faster. The increase in pace brings you closer to your limit, and you feel an incredible hotness burning up from underneath your skin.

Your walls begin pulsing around his dick, causing him to throw his head back and yell your name ; you're both way too loud in bed, shamelessly moaning and whining like sluts. It heightens the atmosphere of desperation, and is half of the reason why it's so enjoyable.

"Please daddy, w-wanna cum-" you beg, but Yeonjun shakes his head.

"Just wait, doll, wanna cum with you. When I say cum, cum."

You nod obediently, straining to hold in your orgasm, your eyes beginning to sting with desire. You dig your nails into his shoulders and he yelps - it was exactly what he needed to be pushed over the edge.

"Now, cum," he utters out, cutting himself off with an obscenely loud moan as he releases inside you. You whine out his name as you release around his cock, almost collapsing into his chest as your face distorts with pleasure. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and onto his, and it felt amazing.

"Colour?" he pants, still coming round.

"Green, daddy... want more..."

Yeonjun smirks.

"Then I'll give you more, pretty. Don't you worry."

He brings his arms up to cradle your back, then leans you backwards and hovers over you, drinking in how tiny you look beneath him ; you really are his little baby, his precious little one. So fun to protect, so easy to ruin. Your tight little cunt is all stretched out because of him, your cute cheeks are ridiculously flushed because of how he'd handled you, and your soft lips are all pink and swollen because of his kisses. You still have that dumb, curious glint in your eye that he adores as you stare up at him now. He loves how he's making you a mess - his mess. His sweet little mess that he was dying to breed.

"You ready?"

"Please, daddy."

"Begging for me?" he lets out a chuckle. "That's my good little slut."

Your tummy heats up at the nickname, and the feeling is immediately multiplied by a thousand as he slides into you, inserting his full legnth into you. You let out a long whine, allowing your face to fully distort with pleasure. With all the cum in you, he could easily slide in, but there was still a slight stretch. And it felt beautiful.

Yeonjun was soon lost in the feeling of your pussy, slamming his cock in and out of you, pinning you down by your shoulders. You found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, saying whatever came to mind without a second thought.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, breed me, fill me up," you babble. It feels like you've been lifted to another planet, and that every last bit of sense in your brain had been pounded out of you. You swing your legs up and wrap them around him, forcefully pulling him closer to you by his waist. He looked taken back, and nearly fell on top of you, but you didn't care. You were just desperate to feel him closer to you.

"Breed me Junnie, fuck!"

"Gonna breed you, princess," he grunts, staring down at your dripping cunt as he fucks his cum back into it. There was so much of it at this point that your pussy is coated with sticky white liquid, and it feels amazingly gross.

"You're mommy and I'm daddy, hm? That's right, isn't it?"

Your mouth is gaping from the force of his hips and the feeling of his cum being pushed back into your hole - you can't even manage out a simple 'yes', so you just nod, as enthusiastically as you can in your state. Yeonjun just smirks, slowing the pace of his thrusts to tease you. You groan in response, your hands wandering around his body to find their way to his hips.

"You're a mess, mommy. Such a slut for daddy. You've let me fuck you dumb, I'm turning you into my own personal slut."

You nodded again, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. You could feel yourself about to cum again, and you couldn't even manage to ask for permission. You just let it flow out, your walls squeezing and pushing against Yeonjun's cock, accidentally pushing some of his cum out of you as you came.

"That's right, mommy. Cum for daddy." he whispers, tracing his hand up and down your trembling thigh. "All for me, you're mine."

Tears begin spilling from your eyes, and your loud, whiney moans settle into small groans and whimpers. Yeonjun wipes the tears from your cheeks, his libido melting into feelings of softness as he watches you weep in pleasure.

"Dad-daddy..."

He pulls out and finishes himself off with his hand, deciding not to cum inside you when you're this dazed and unaware.

"Good, baby, that's right." he moans out, squeezing your thigh lightly. "You always take me so well, so good, fuck, "

He cums on his own fist, gripping your thigh as he does so, whining with sheer pleasure. He was beginning to get overstimulated too, so he decided it would be best to call it a night ; he's more than satisfied, and by the look on your face, he's sure you are too.

When he's sure you've come around from your final orgasm, and he's finished too, he drags a finger through your folds, collecting a mix of his and your cum on his fingers. He holds it out to you, looking at you expectantly.

"Taste it, doll."

You stare up at him through glassy eyes as you wrap your lips around them, and he stares down at you in adoration. The way your tounge flexes around his thick fingers is soothing to you, but not as soothing as the feeling of your boyfriends hot cum dripping off his fingers inside your mouth and trickling down your throat.

"That's my baby."

You can smell it, and it smells sour, but it taste like the perfect mix of salty and sweet. He slides his fingers out of your mouth and caresses your thumb with his cheek, staring down at you with pride and adoration.

"I didn't go too hard on you did I, baby?" he cups your face. "You know I'd never wanna hurt you, you're too precious to me..."

And there he was.

Your sweet daddy, always protecting you and having your best interests at heart. He makes you feel so cared for, unlike anyone ever has before. Especially your parents.

He assists you in slipping his hoodie - which you absolutely drown in since it's even oversized for him - over your head, then wiggles back into his own underwear. He hooks his arms under your knees and your back, lifting you up to carry your tired body from your parents' bedroom back to yours.

"I'll get you back into your bed, princess, and I'll clean this up later. You don't have to lift a finger, my sweet baby. You know I'll always look after you."

Your heart swells at his sweet words, enjoying how you felt so small and protected in his arms, and grateful that he helped you out ; even though the walk to your parents bedroom is only around 15 seconds, you felt wrecked, so you're not so sure if you could make it very far. Not without at least limping, anyways.

You feel satisfied with the mess you had made on your parents bed, and you couldn't stop thinking about if they somehow came home and caught you. Maybe next time.

"You're the best daddy ever...." you mumble, an absent minded smile occupying your face as he sets you down. He just chuckles before climbing in your bed with you, desperate for cuddles, as you both always were.

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Boyfriend Huening Kai soft thoughts

Totally not fuelled by me sitting in my bed surrounded by plushies and thinking about having a plushie play date with Hyuka, I'm very adult

☆ gender neutral reader

Boyfriend Huening who remembers every single one of your plushie's names, what they mean to you and when you need which one.

When he comes home to find you on the couch, so upset you don't even notice him enter the apartment, he heads straight to your room and comes back with an armful of stuffed animals, a mixture of yours and his. He organises them around you so they sit beside you on the couch, the ones that mean the most and the ones that have been with you the longest right at your side; the ones belonging to him are your favourites from his collection, the ones you always beg to babysit while he is away. You finally look up at him and though you've clearly been crying, there's a light in your eyes just for him, seeing what he's done.

He sits on the floor at your feet with a gentle smile before pulling something out of his pocket. It's the brush that you reserve only for sprucing up your fluffy friends. Kai knows you so well, knows that the act of brushing your plushies is soothing and relaxing for you, and you almost feel better just by this act of love towards you. As you brush each one by one, Kai tells you what the plushie loves the best about you. That one loves the way you still laugh during movies even if you've seen it hundred times. That one admires that you're such a hard worker. This one? This one needed a while to pick just one favourite thing about you, do you want to know what it is? It's your big heart.

By the end of the task, you feel so much lighter than before, much better. You pull Huening up onto the couch with you and sink into his arms. He bestows a kiss to the side of your head and tells you he loves you the most.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

When you’re sick

Warnings: none, one Monsters Inc. reference I hope won't confuse people

Please let me know which is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You'd tried everything, from warm baths to drinking god-awful concoctions people swore by on the internet. But you were still sick. You'd been holed up in your bedroom for almost a week, leaving poor Soobin to have to sleep on the couch. You missed him, but you couldn't let him catch what you had. The only contact you'd had with him all week was through texting, and the meals he'd leave outside the bedroom door for you.

Of course, you'd been apart longer than this before; being in a successful group, Soobin often went on tour for months at a time. But this almost seemed harder, maybe because you felt miserable physically and just wanted to be held and loved on.

"I just wanted to see you," came his muffled voice, a hint whiny. "I won't come any further than this, I promise."

Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you."

His lopsided smile gave you a rush of warmth. "Please get better before I go crazy."

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. You can go and stay at Taehyun's if you-"

Soobin's mouth quirked, his brow creased. "It's not that. I just want to see you, touch you, have a real conversation. I want to hold you until we fall asleep." You felt the longing for him increase. "You always take care of me when I'm sick, even if you might catch it. Please, let me do the same for you."

His eyes held a helpless look that tugged at your heart as much as his words did. You felt your resolve crack, and it must have shown in your face, Soobin crossing the threshold and shuffling towards the bed. Relief flooded through you as he crawled up next to you and tucked you into his arms. His warmth was everything you'd needed for the past week, and he sighed as you buried your face against his neck. You swear you started melting when you felt his fingers in your hair. This was home.

Yeonjun

You weren't sure how long you'd felt like this. Time seems a blur when most of it is spent in bed, falling in and out of sleep and dreams. It took a monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other, so you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten or showered. One small mercy was the fact that your ears were blocked, muffling the noise of the world outside the window; birds and neighbours dogs and traffic sounds couldn't disturb your sporadic naps.

Suddenly there was soft skin against your cheek, a warm palm and fingertips that you leaned into without question, and a deep sound somewhere close by. It took a few minutes for your mind to kick in and realise that these things were real and not a dream. Opening your eyes to the dim room, you found a face smiling down at you; your Yeonjun. But something was strange about this. Hadn't you been alone? Wasn't there a reason you were in the middle of the big bed, his pillow trapped between your arms?

"Junie?" You whinced as your voice seemed to reverberate through your head, your throat burning as the word tore through it.

"Hey, baby," he replied softly. You felt his fingers swipe the hair off your forehead before his nose was touching your own.

With what little strength you had, you tried to sink further into the mattress to put space between the two of you. "Jun, I'm- I'm sick."

"It's okay." You felt his arm slither under your back and peel you off the bed, pulling you into him. "I'm here."

You sniffled, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth that comes with not being able to breathe through your nose for so long. "Why?"

"'Why?'" He laughed. "Because the tour ended and I came home to you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

You nodded weakly against his chest. "Junie... I'm sick," you said again, half warning and half complaint.

His hand began to rub your back soothingly, and it felt so good to be in his arms again that you sighed heavily, raspily. "I know, babe, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..." Words were too hard. Instead, you brought your hand to his chest and tried to push him, rather feebly, away.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, softly pulling your arm up over his shoulder. "I don't care. I missed you."

Not having it in yourself to argue, you surrendered, letting your body totally relax into his. You had pictured him coming home after tour very differently than this. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to talk about his trip, but you couldn't fight your body. You heard the rumble of his voice again. "What?"

"I'll make you some chicken soup," he repeated. But as he tried to turn to leave the bed you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You heard him chuckle, and his arms were back around you again. "Maybe later, then."

Beomgyu

One minute you were studying, the next you were being woken by your phone blasting the most annoying ringtone Beomgyu had set for himself. You scrambled to snatch the phone off the desk where you had evidently fallen asleep. "Gyu? What time is it?"

"Half past the time you were supposed to meet me at the cinema."

Your heart sank. How long had you been asleep? "Oh no. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound like you're talking into a tin can?"

Now that you were more awake, you noticed the feeling in your throat, the pounding of your head. Sure, falling asleep with your head on a desk wasn't the best, but you'd never known it to make your head feel like this. Come to think of it, you couldn't breathe through your nose very well either. You thought back and vaguely remembered your roommate having had a cough before she left for the weekend. There was a knock at the door.

"Hang on," you said into the phone, crossing the small space to open the door and-

"You look terrible," Beomgyu said, to your face and in your ear before hanging up. His cheeks were flushed, telling you he'd walked all the way here, in the cold, probably to check on you.

"Wow, thanks," you deadpanned as you let him in. "When's the next showing? Maybe we can make that one."

Your boyfriend pulled his hood down and looked at you for a moment before pressing his palm to your forehead. Trying not to flinch at the coldness of his hand, you looked up at him, his eyes still studying you.

"You're hot," he told you.

You scoffed, but it came out as more of a cough. "That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

Without another word, Beomgyu's hands were on your shoulders, turning you around and steering you through the small dorm room and sitting you down on your bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he pressed against your head.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "Let's go see the movie."

Beomgyu tisked, gesturing for you to hold the towel before dipping to his knees to pull off your slippers. "The only movie you're seeing tonight is the DVD I got you for Christmas." Standing up again, he shooed you up the bed and pulled the covers over you.

"But we've seen that a hundred times," you whined. You'd been looking forward to a night out with your boyfriend; the movie, popcorn, leaving the confines of your dorm room after so many days and nights of studying.

"But you love it," he retorted, mocking your whiny tone. He handed you the remote for the tiny TV at the foot of your bed. "I'm guessing you haven't had dinner?" You shook your head. "Got any cup ramen?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth again to complain, but the words never came as Beomgyu kissed you on the top of the head and walked over to boil the kettle. Instead you let yourself sink into the comfort of your bed, only now noticing how exhausted you actually were. So you weren't going to get your date, but how could you complain when you had a boyfriend like this?

Taehyun

You were up before Taehyun this morning - an unusual occurrence. You'd woken up with a funny feeling in your throat and quickly but quietly escaped his room to cough without waking him. Then you'd tiptoed to the kitchen to boil water, eyes meeting with Yeonjun's who was sitting at the table eating cereal. His smirk said it all.

You were sat on the couch when Taehyun emerged from his room, tired eyes searching for you. By now, Soobin and Beomgyu were also sitting at the table eating. Taehyun plodded over to you. "Morning."

"Don't get contaminated," Yeonjun called, looking up from his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Soobin, who looked like he could've still been half asleep, whipped his head up in confusion, chewing his toast with a new expression.

Taehyun's eyes swept from his friend to you, scanning your face for signs of anything amiss. "Are you not feeling well?"

"M'fine," you croaked, arms wrapped around yourself inside your hoodie as you tried to hold off a shiver.

"Tried to cough up a whole cat this morning," Yeonjun snitched. Soobin looked between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, still puzzled, his messy bed hair comedically flapping side to side.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at Taehyun with a small pout. "I just have a cough. It's probably the change in the weather."

"Or bronchitis."

Taehyun ignored the oldest boy's comment as he crouched down in front of you. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy?"

"Really," you persisted. "I'm fine. I feel okay, just an itchy throat." As if on cue, you started to cough again, burying your face into the crook of your arm, then quickly tried to recover yourself. "I don't want you to worry."

"Sounds like a duck," Beomgyu said with a tone that gave away his amusement.

Taehyun sighed and rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly. "I just want to help you feel better, so anything you need, you just tell me, okay?"

You nodded. He stood up and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek first. Suddenly there was a commotion, as Beomgyu grabbed his breakfast bowl and ran from the kitchen yelling, "twenty-three nineteen!"

Huening Kai

The first thing that you noticed was a dull ache in your head. You'd taken some pain relief, thinking it was just a normal headache, and pushed on to get ready for your dinner plans. Kai's parents were always so happy to have you for dinner, and to see him catching up with them and his sisters made you happy, too.

You started to feel a little weak halfway through your meal, participating in conversation less and less, and after dinner you'd slipped away to a quiet room for what was supposed to be a few minutes. Your body felt heavy, more exhausted than what would be expected, and as you sat on an armchair in the dimly lit room, you became aware of the dull ache in your muscles. Eyes closing, the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the dining room lulled you quickly into unexpected sleep.

Kai had thought you were gone for the bathroom, and after ten minutes of your absence, his eyes flicking to the door every so often in anticipation of your reappearance, he thought he should check on you - maybe something you'd eaten wasn't agreeing with you. When he'd knocked on the bathroom door and there was no reply, he'd let himself in only to find it empty. He checked the kitchen, then the garden, then walked back to the dining room to see if you'd returned there while he'd been away. His mother joined him as he went to check the living room.

The two of them found you dozing and lowered their voices to a whisper, Mrs. Huening commenting that you hadn't seemed yourself earlier. Kai gently touched the back of his hand to your forehead and found it clammy. This, along with the headache you'd mentioned before the drive up and how quiet you'd been, probably meant you'd come down with something, and he decided to take you home.

That's how you woke up in Kai's arms, in the cold night air, on the way to the car. "There you are," he said when he noticed you awake. "Have a nice nap?"

You noticed a sore throat was beginning as you spoke, glancing around the street. "We're leaving?"

His soft brown eyes met yours as he continued to walk. His arms kept you steady against his chest, so you barely felt like you were on the move. "You're exhausted. You fell asleep."

You hated that you were the reason Kai's family time was being cut short and that you hadn't said goodbye to anyone. "I'm fine, Hyuka. Let's go back. Please?"

He came to a stop as he reached the car, looking down into your eyes again with a soft smile. "You need rest. We'll go home, I'll run a bath, and then we'll get into bed." Seeing you open your mouth to argue, he added, "Let me take care of you."

You couldn't argue with that.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

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