skzooluvr

[skzooluvr]

i’m- just.. just please read this😅

— Synopsis: Where you “unfortunately” caught your best friend's roomate—your unsaid enemy—masturbating in their shared apartment. — WC: 4.6k — WARNINGS: smut, monster cock!seungcheol, explicit language and content, overstimulation, dry fucking, oral as a tongue massage (f. receiving)—a reward <3, body fluids (cum), dry humping, cock riding, dumbfication, degradation, aftercare, exhaustion, and DIRTY TALK.

here’s how it always goes with seungcheol:

you walk into a room, he immediately finds something to scoff at. maybe it’s the way you dress, maybe it’s the way you talk, maybe it’s just the fact that you exist in his general vicinity. but it doesn’t matter what you do—he hates you. or, at the very least, that’s what he insists on showing you.

joshua, your best friend and possibly the only person in the world who can tolerate both of you without losing his mind, always tells you to be the bigger person. “he’s not that bad,” he says, as if seungcheol didn’t practically hiss at you last week for sitting on his side of the couch.

but whatever. you don’t go out of your way to piss him off, and he doesn’t go out of his way to be nice. that’s just the way it is.

which is why you hesitate when joshua calls you:

“i swear, i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. i left my keys at your place before i flew out, remember?”

“okay, but i literally don’t want to step foot in his apartment,” you stress, cringing at the thought.

“it’s my apartment, too,” joshua deadpans.

you groan, already feeling a headache coming on.

“just go in, grab the folder on my desk, and leave,” he insists. “cheol probably won’t even be home.”

which is how you find yourself standing outside their apartment door, holding joshua’s keys and hyping yourself up like you’re about to enter enemy territory. which, in a way, you are.

you unlock the door, push it open,

and immediately wish you hadn’t.

seungcheol. on the couch. fisting his cock.

your brain short-circuits. like, full shutdown, blue screen, cease all functioning mode.

the man is spread out—legs wide, head tipped back, theres a drop of sweat that drips from his neck aand land in the middle of his chest. hes exposing his toned abs that clench with every up and down of his hand. and his cock is huge. thick from the base to the top and flushed deep red at the tip, veins prominent as his fist works over it.

he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t even register your presence at first, not until he finally cracks his eyes open and sees you standing there, frozen stunned into silence.

the next few seconds happen in slow motion.

his eyes widen. his entire body stiffens. his hand stops.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

seungcheol scrambles to cover himself, reaching for the nearest thing—which, unfortunately for him, is a shirt that does nothing to hide the absolute tent he’s pitching. his face goes red, splotchy from the neck up, and he looks so flustered that for a split second, you almost feel bad.

“why the fuck are you here?!” he practically barks at you, voice ragged from whatever the fuck he was doing before you ruined his life.

you blink, still processing the image that’s now burned into your brain for eternity. “uh. joshua?”

“what about joshua?!”

“he… he needed a document.”

seungcheol lets out a sound that is so frustrated, so exasperated, that it almost doesn’t register as human. “and you didn’t think to knock?!”

“why would i knock?! i didn’t think anyone would be jerking off in the living room like a fucking pervert—”

“IT’S MY APARTMENT.”

“IT’S JOSHUA’S TOO.”

“HE’S NOT HERE.”

“WELL, NEITHER AM I, NOW.” you turn on your heel, hand reaching for the doorknob. “i’ll just get the doc later—”

but before you can escape, he rasps, “don’t you dare tell joshua about this.”

you pause. smirk. oh, this is fun.

back still facing him, fingers still wrapped around the doorknob. you should leave. should pretend none of this ever happened. but something—some sick, wrong part of you—doesn’t want to.

so you turn. lean back against the door. cross your arms.

“what?” he snaps, shifting on the couch, the shirt still pitifully draped over his lap.

you tilt your head, dragging your gaze slowly down his body—his hard nipples, the taut muscles in his arms, the way his thighs tense like he’s fighting the urge to close them. you can see the way he twitches under the shirt.

“you’re still hard,” you note, your voice syrupy sweet, but your eyes gleam meanly.

seungcheol tenses. “so?”

“so… you’re mad at me for walking in,” you say, cocking a brow, “but you’re still hard as fuck.”

he grits his teeth, but his silence is loud as hell.

so you take a step forward. just one.

his breath hitches.

“cheol.” you coo at him. “you sure you hate me?”

he glares, but it’s weaker now, faltering under your scrutiny. you can see it—the slight tremor in his fingers, the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way he’s not telling you to stop.

so you take another step.

and another.

until you’re standing right in front of him, the shirt the only barrier between his cock and your eyes.

his jaw tightens. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” you murmur, reaching forward to trace your fingers over his wrist—the one that was just wrapped around his cock. “don’t call you out? don’t get closer? don’t—”

in a flash, he grabs your wrist, yanking you down.

you gasp as you land on his lap, his hands firm on your hips, his cock pressing against your ass through the thin barrier of the shirt and your clothes.

his lips are right by your ear when he growls, “don’t fucking test me.”

you shiver, but you’re not scared, you’re thrilled.

so you shift, pressing back against him, and smirk when he lets out a sharp breath through his nose.

“or what?” you whisper.

his grip tightens. “you really wanna find out?”

your fingers curl into his hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss.

“yeah,” you breathe, lips brushing his jaw. “i do.”

he snaps.

the shirt under you is gone.

his mouth crashes into yours, hot and angry, his hands gripping your waist like he’s trying to burn the shape of you into his palms. his teeth nip at your bottom lip, his tongue prying your mouth open, swallowing the gasp you let out when his fingers dig into your hips.

you grind down, moaning into his mouth when you feel just how fucking thick he is, leaking against your skirt. 

his hands are rough when he yanks your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist with no intention of letting it fall back down. you barely have a second to breathe before his fingers push past your thighs, finding the front of your panties hooking his thumb into the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

the rush of cold air makes you gasp, thighs trying to snap shut, but his thighs pins them open. and maybe, he has a shred of decency in him, because he lets out a low breath and murmurs, “this is gonna be rough.”

no warning. just that.

you should stop him. you should tell him to go slow, to prep you, to at least spit on it—but you don’t, you need to feel this big cock stretching you until every single thought inside your head gets completely erased.

there’s no lube, no prep besides the mess between your thighs, just the torturous process of sinking down.

seungcheol watches all of it. watches the way your lips part, how your lashes flutter, how your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the lower you go. he’s leaning back against the couch, one hand gripping the plush of your ass, the other wrapped around his base, guiding you onto him like you’re something delicate. like he’s trying to help.

but he’s not.

because he knows what he’s doing when he taps his cockhead against your clit first, dragging the tip through your slick, coaxing out little whimpers that make him smirk. he knows what he’s doing when he presses up, just the tip slipping inside, barely enough to be satisfying but more than enough to make your thighs twitch.

your breath catches in your throat, your whole body twitching up as you take the next inch too fast. your brain is empty, your body is working on instinct, thighs shaking as you brace yourself against him, trying—failing—to push down further.

and he sees it. sees how you’re struggling, sees how your muscles twitch like you’re about to give out, sees how you want to take it but your body is fighting the stretch.

so he helps.

his hands clamp down on your waist.

and then he slams you down.

the sound that leaves your throat is so ruined that he cant help but feel a bit of compassion.

because suddenly you’re full. suddenly you’re sitting completely in his lap, completely engulfed in him, your thighs flush against his, his cock buried so fucking deep that you can feel it pressing up against every nerve inside you.

but when you try to move, try to lift yourself even an inch—nothing.

your thighs won’t cooperate. your muscles won’t listen.

you can’t move.

“oh?” seungcheol tilts his head, smug grin curling at his lips as he grinds up, watching the way your mouth falls open at the sensation.

“too big for you, baby?”

you whimper.

“thought so.”

and then he takes control, because you can’t move—so he does it for you. his hands lift you effortlessly, dragging your hips up before slamming you back down, setting the pace, forcing your body to take what it’s given.

and you can’t think straight anymore. every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, every time he slams you down it punches little whimpers from your throat that only make him hungrier.

“awww… thought you were so tough. but you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

you cry out, body giving up, melting against his chest as you desperately try to follow his rhythm, hips twitching with little, pathetic attempts to keep up. your body isn’t even yours anymore—just a toy, something for seungcheol to use, something he’s breaking in with every brutal roll of his hips. 

his fingers dig into your waist, gripping you so tight it hurts, but the pleasure drowns it out. you’re so deep into it, into him, that every ounce of shame has left your body, every shred of dignity gone. because you can’t do anything but take it, can’t do anything but let him use you like you were made for this.

he tilts his head, watching you fall apart, watching how your thighs tremble with every slap of his hips against yours.

“damn,” he laughs, licking his lips, voice mocking. “you’re making such a fucking mess of yourself.”

you whimper, forehead pressing against his collarbone.

and then he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“mm-mm, don’t hide now,” he says, smirking. “be a good girl and let me see that dumb little face while i ruin you.”

a sob rips from your throat, high-pitched and wrecked.

he groans, grinding up into you.

“fuck. bet the neighbors can hear you, huh? joshua’s gonna be so fucking embarrassed when he gets a noise complaint for his dumb little best friend getting dicked down like a whore.”

your whole body jerks, a whimper escaping your lips at the humiliation, the filth dripping from his tongue.

and he sees it.

his grin turns cruel.

“oh, you like that?” he taunts, thrusting up so deep your back arches. “you like knowing that you’re loud enough to make it everyone’s fucking problem? that you’re such a good little fucktoy for me that i can’t even keep you quiet?”

you nod, because you can’t lie. his fingers tighten around your jaw, his lips brushing against yours as he coos.

“poor little thing.”

he thrusts up again, so hard, so deep that your whole body bounces, hands scrambling against his chest, voice cracking in a choked-out sob.

and he moans, deep and satisfied, because you’re so fucking perfect for him. because your body is his to use, to mold, to ruin.

“joshua’s gonna kill me c-cheol.”

his hips snap up again, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“but you’ll tell him it was worth it, won’t you, baby?”

he smooths one over your back, pressing down so your tits rub against his burning skin, while the other stays firm on your hip, keeping you still. your body jerks with every pulse of his cock inside you, twitching as you flutter around him, so overstimulated you can’t tell where the pleasure starts or ends.

“s-seungcheol—” his name is nothing but a broken cry, muffled against his neck, but he’s relentless. he doesn’t even let you finish, just shifts his knees slightly and thrusts up into you with all the power in his core.

“fuck,” he hisses when you clamp down, crying out into his skin, and he wraps an arm fully around you to hold you up. “shh, baby, you’re being so loud.”

his hand snakes up your back, fingers tangling into your hair, forcing you to lift your head. you meet his gaze, and it knocks the breath from your lungs. he looks fucked, mouth parted, sweat dripping from his hairline, chest heaving, but he still manages to look at you like he’s about to devour you whole.

“c’mon,” he coos, tilting his head, his grip tightening just enough to make your scalp tingle. “tell me it was worth it. tell me how good my cock is.”

he punctuates it with a sharp snap of his hips and you keen, trying to lift yourself, trying to relieve some of the intensity, but your thighs betray you. seungcheol laughs, breathless but smug, and his fingers press bruises into your skin as he maneuvers you like you weigh nothing.

“see? can’t even move, huh? my poor baby,” he murmurs, voice syrupy sweet, his free hand cupping your cheek now. “you’re just gonna sit here and take it like the perfect fucktoy you are.”

heat prickles at your skin at the words, your brain too fogged up to be embarrassed, too fucked out to do anything but let him guide you. he rocks you against him, making sure you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, rubbing at all the right places, pressing into you deeper than you thought was even possible.

“you take me so well, baby,” he praises, leaning in to press his lips against yours, just enough to tease. “so fuckin’ tight, so warm—fucking heaven.”

his hand slides between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over it. the sensation makes your thighs twitch, your nails dig into his back, a fresh wave of tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“shhh, i got you, baby,” he whispers, kissing your jaw now, your temple. his fingers on your clit work in time with the slow, torturous grind of his hips. “i got you, yeah? you gonna cum for me? hm?”

he kisses you full on the mouth when you sob, swallowing the sound like he wants to keep it forever. and then he speeds up just a little, rolling your clit with more pressure, meeting every rut of your hips with a firm thrust up.

you shatter.

your whole body seizes, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as you clamp down so tight on him that it sends him tumbling over the edge with you. he groans, long and low, holding you so tight against him that you can feel every pulse of his cum inside you, hot and deep. his hips jerk once, twice more before he stills, forehead pressed against yours as you both gasp for air.

it’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds are the distant hum of the city outside the window, and the soft squelch when he finally shifts, making you both moan.

your body trembles like a leaf caught in the wind, and seungcheol drinks it in, the heat of your overstimulated form twitching against his chest as he presses slow, lingering kisses into the curve of your neck. his lips move down, sucking at the pulse point that hammers beneath your skin. your breath stutters. his fingers, nails just barely grazing, trail down the arch of your spine, featherlight but enough to make you shiver. you barely even realize you’re moving, the last bit of strength in your boneless limbs used to weakly push yourself up, to let his cock slip free from where it’s buried inside you. 

the second it leaves you, your body gives out. you collapse right into his chest, heavier than before, spent and trembling, the exhaustion hitting all at once. you can’t even pretend to be embarrassed about it. you just sigh, your lips brushing the base of his throat as you settle against him, body limp.

seungcheol holds you steady with both hands, like he’s afraid you might melt right into the couch and disappear. his broad palm cradles the back of your head, fingers splaying across your scalp, scratching at your roots. he keeps the other hand wrapped around your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your ribs. the tension in his body hasn’t left yet. his shoulders are still tight. you know him well enough to know what’s coming before he even says it.

“you good?” 

you hum in response, nuzzling into his chest as your fingers curl weakly against his pecs. “just a little sore.”

he exhales through his nose. shifts beneath you. you can feel his fingers flex where they rest on your waist, like he wants to squeeze but holds himself back. then, with zero effort, he grips the back of your neck and lifts you up, just enough to force you to look at him. your lids are heavy, half-lidded, dazed, and fuck, that shouldn’t make him feel so possessive, but it does.

his thumb sweeps across your cheek, his jaw tensing. “shit. i’m sorry,” he murmurs, eyes scanning over your features like he’s searching for anything more than just exhaustion. “lemme take care of you, hm?”

you don’t have it in you to resist, don’t even want to. you let him move you, let him handle you like you weigh nothing as he lifts you from his lap and shifts you onto the couch, laying you down as if you’re something delicate. and maybe you are, now, after the way he ruined you. maybe that’s why you don’t fight him when he presses your thighs apart, watching as they just fall open on their own, spread wide like a doll.

you don’t have the strength to do much else than whimper softly as his thumbs spread you further, gaze locked onto your swollen cunt, still so slick from where he fucked you. his jaw clenches.

you don’t even get a warning before he moves in, before his hands grip your thighs to keep them open as he dives between them, mouth sealing over your clit in one slow stroke of his tongue.

you jolt, a weak little gasp punching from your lungs. your fingers barely find the energy to tangle into his hair, and the grip is nowhere near as firm as it usually is, but he groans anyway. whether it’s from the feeling of your grip or from the way you instantly react to him, you don’t know. but he doesn’t stop.

his tongue moves slow, warm and so fucking wet as he licks broad, flat strokes over your sensitive flesh, working you open again with patience. he isn’t trying to overstimulate, isn’t trying to get you off again—though you can already tell it wouldn’t take much. his focus is entirely on easing the ache, on massaging every tender inch of you with his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

“feels good?” his voice is muffled against you, but it vibrates in just the right way.

you nod, breath hitching when he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue rolling it in slow circles. your body twitches, heat curling at the base of your spine. “cheol…”

he moans against you, and presses you down harder against his face. your hips jump, an embarrassing whimper breaking free as his tongue dips lower, tracing around your entrance before dragging back up, collecting every bit of slick along the way.

you whine, fingers curling tighter in his hair. he doesn’t tease. doesn’t prolong it. just keeps his pace slow and steady, gentle enough to soothe, firm enough to keep you on the edge of something, even if you’re too sensitive to chase it. and if the way he’s grinding his hips into the couch tells you anything—it’s that he’s just as affected as you are.

he’s not eating you out to get himself off, but fuck if it isn’t working.

the obscene sounds of his mouth working between your thighs filling the entire apartment, mixing in with your breathless moans and the way he groans right into your cunt. you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed about the way your cum is smeared all over his chin, his jaw, his cheeks—how it drips down onto the couch below with every intentional roll of his tongue against your entrance.

his tongue works in circles, pressing flat to your hole before dragging up again, tasting every bit of your arousal as it gushes out onto his lips. his mouth is open the entire time, tongue rolling and flicking, nose nudging against your clit as he angles his head lower. he flattens his tongue, groaning as he drags it up through your folds before plunging it into you, so messy that you swear you see white behind your eyelids.

your back arches, chest rising in sharp, hiccupped gasps, every single nerve in your body on flames. your thighs twitch in his grasp, and he squeezes them tighter, keeping you spread open just for him. his hands slide up, one wrapping firmly around your waist, keeping you pinned in place, while the other travels up, up—his fingers finding the stiff peaks of your nipples.

your eyes snap open, a gasp catching in your throat as he rolls one between his fingertips, twisting just enough to make your eyes roll. you swear you hear him chuckle against you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“breathe,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before sucking it between his teeth, tongue rolling in lazy, teasing circles on the swollen bud. “breathe for me, baby.”

you try. you really do. but the way his mouth moves, the way his fingers tweak and pull, it’s too much. you’re spiraling. you feel another orgasm creeping up so fast it steals the air right out of your lungs.

he sees it. he knows.

his grip tightens on your thigh, his tongue flicking faster, working you open as his free hand continues to play with your tits, kneading the soft flesh, fingers rolling your nipples in rhythm with the lazy grind of his tongue against your clit.

your moans turn high-pitched, desperate. your body twists beneath him, unable to keep still as the pleasure builds, climbing higher and higher.

but then—a whimper.

not from you.

from him.

you force your heavy lids open, head lolling to the side as you try to focus on him. and fuck, the sight that greets you is almost enough to make you cum then and there.

seungcheol is rutting against the couch. grinding, fucking humping it like a damn dog, his hips rolling in slow thrusts, his rock-hard cock straining against his stomach, smearing precum all over his abs and the fabric beneath him.

he whimpers again, this time louder, his brows furrowed, his breath coming in short, uneven pants.

“fuck,” he groans, mouth still pressed against you, voice muffled by the way his tongue keeps working you over. he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening, his chin soaked. his eyes are dark, glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you. “can’t—fuck, i can’t stop. you taste too good.”

your chest tightens, a desperate, aching cry slipping from your lips as you clutch at his hair, thighs twitching in his grasp. “cheol—gonna—gonna cum, oh my god—”

he moans, actually fucking moans, his hips grinding down harder against the couch as he redoubles his efforts, tongue circling your clit in precise, teasing flicks, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to send you over the edge.

your body locks up. your back arches. your mouth falls open, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, all-consuming.

seungcheol doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow down. he works you through it like it’s his mission, licking you clean, his tongue rolling over your entrance, collecting every last drop as your body trembles violently beneath him.

your chest heaves, your vision blurring, but even through the haze, you can feel him still grinding against the couch, still so fucking hard and desperate, all because of you.

your brain is slow. dial-up connection slow. everything feels like it’s underwater, your body floating somewhere between consciousness and the best orgasm-induced coma of your life. it’s warm, so warm, like your body is still riding out the fever of your high, tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth, throat dry, muscles heavy like they’re full of sand.

you don’t even remember when it happened—when you blacked out, when you got moved. just flashes of cool wipes dragging over your skin, a damp cloth pressed between your thighs, seungcheol’s hands gentle, careful, murmuring something you were too gone to comprehend. like déjà vu, like something out of a dream.

but you’re awake now. sort of. and you’re in his bed.

the sheets are soft, cool against your fevered skin, and it feels so good that you can’t help the tired, pleased moan that slips past your lips, involuntary, barely conscious.

but it’s enough to make him look at you.

you blink, vision still a little hazy, but yeah, that’s definitely seungcheol, sitting at his desk, dressed in a loose shirt and sweats, hair damp, probably from a shower. there’s a slight smirk on his lips, but his eyes are soft as they sweep over you, taking in the way you’re still half-buried in his sheets, limbs heavy, body relaxed.

then it hits you.

the documents.

joshua.

fuck.

your eyes widen, and you jolt up too fast, regretting it immediately when the soreness between your thighs protests, a sharp ache shooting up your spine. “fuck—”

seungcheol’s already up, one hand pressing to your shoulder, guiding you back down before you can do any more damage. “hey, hey, relax. you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“the—documents,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut again as the exhaustion creeps back in. “joshua.”

he chuckles, and you open your eyes just in time to see him shaking a small stack of papers in his hand. “yeah, yeah. i got it. sent them over while you were passed out.”

you frown, groggy. “i was supposed to send them.”

“and joshua needs to get used to me handling shit for you,” he says, grinning as he sets the papers down. “besides, he’d probably prefer not to get another noise complaint under his name.”

your face heats up instantly. “oh my god.”

“mhmm,” seungcheol hums, tilting his head. “wanna know how loud you were?”

“no.”

he laughs, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheek. “then go back to sleep, baby.”

you glare at him. or, at least, you try to. it’s weak, and he knows it, because all it takes is one more stroke of his thumb before your eyes flutter shut again, body sinking further into his bed.

yeah. you can fight him about the joshua thing later. maybe. probably not.

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Finally Yours

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Non - Idol! Au, Friends to Lovers

Warning: Smut [oral m. receiving, unprotected sex] 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: You've been in love with Seungmin for so long, you'd always thought there was times he felt the same but you never had the nerve to confess. Until now.

Word Count: 4,043

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“My god, there's nothing to watch.” You groan, tossing your remote onto the couch beside you. You had been flipping through the channels on your TV for what felt like hours in a desperate attempt to distract yourself but with nothing on to watch and your mind racing, it was seemingly impossible. Just as you were about to give up and go to bed, you hear your front door opening, slamming shut.

“Seungmin?” You call out. You're met with a grunt, an annoyed one at that. Seconds later he emerges from around the corner, a beer can, from your fridge in hand, sighing heavily as he sits down on the couch beside you, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Bad date?” You ask.

“Bad everything.” He sighs. “You know, I really thought that this one was going to work out… but I just can't get behind someone who wears socks with sandals. I mean, who does that?” He asks.

“Weird ass people, that's who.” You say, watching the time you didn't want to look at him. Well, you wanted to, but you worried if you did look over at him, he'd see you staring at him like you were in love with him or something, and that's what you didn't want. Because you were.

“You'd never do that, right?” He asks, looking over at you. “Wear socks with sandals? I don't think I could handle losing you like that.” He whispers.

“Gross.” You half chuckle. That was all you had. There were no other words you could use. Losing you like that? He never said losing a friend like you was that a sign? Were you overthinking things? Probably.

You quickly glance over at the handsome man sitting beside you, and your heart flutters, while the internal battle on what the fuck you were supposed to do continued.

You and Seungmin had been friends for years, while also apparently crushing on each other but the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right, nor let each other know about said crushes. You were pretty sure you were the one who fell for him first. It was a rainy afternoon a few years ago and the two of you were hanging out with mutual friends. You had looked over at him, watching him as he laughed along with friends and it was like something in your heart and mind flipped. You stopped seeing him as your best friend and started seeing him as a man, one that you wanted to have do some dirty things to you. But then you met San, and San became your boyfriend after a few dates. Even though you weren't single, your little crush on Seungmin never went away. You had heard through the grapevine that Seungmin admitted to having feelings for you while you were with San, but when the time came that the two of you had broken up, Seungmin had started dating Rachel. And it was a never ending loop of crushes happening, never at the same time and no words of admission from either of you.

Until now.

You had been internally going back and forth, like an angel and a devil fighting to decide what you were going to do. Now that things didn't work out with this girl, and you were single, you wanted to admit your feelings to him. But the fear you had of him having a change of heart, or your friendship being ruined stopped you. You had a lot of people in your life that you would be okay losing but Kim Seungmin, well he wasn't one of them.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Seungmin asks, standing up from the couch, shuffling towards the fridge.

“I don't have any plans. Why?” You respond, knots in your stomach starting to form. You knew he wasn't about to ask you on a date, but in your mind, it was apparently a possibility.

“Chan is having people over and asked if we wanted to go.” He mentions.

Part of you feels disappointed but you knew better than to get your hopes up. It was on you.

“Yeah, Sure. Sounds fun.” You sigh.

“What's wrong?” He asks, walking back into the living room, a new beer can in his hand.

“Mhm? Oh nothing, I'm just tired.” You say, faking a yawn.

“Lay your head on my lap. I'll rub your forehead.” He smiles. “I know you like that.”

Fuck.

You did like that. But you also wished he would rub something else.

You laid down, your head resting on his lap, your face was facing the tv so he couldn't see the obvious pain that was all over. The pain of him being so sweet and kind to you, in a friendly way when you wanted him so much in an unfriendly way.

Not even just sex, you wanted to be the one he gave that smile to, the ‘I'm so in love with you’ kind of smile. You wanted to hold him, kiss him, just do those cutesy coupley things with him.

“Does that feel nice?” He asks, gently gliding his fingers through your hair. You want to moan because of how good it feels. And you don't trust your voice at this moment.

“Uh huh.” Was all you managed to squeak out of your mouth. He doesn't respond but you can feel the smile on his face radiating down to you, and you could feel it warming up your body and soul. You weren't sure when it happened, but at some point, you must have fallen asleep, as did he. When you woke up, Seungmin had fallen asleep and the two of you had somehow maneuvered into a spooning position. You were on the edge of the couch with him behind you, his cock pressing into your ass. To say it made you horny was a complete understatement. Your eyes were wide as you tried to think of how to discreetly get his arm from around you and gracefully slide off the couch.

Seungmin groans, stretching his body, pushing his cock even more into your ass. You panic, yelping before rolling forward, dropping directly to the floor.

“Ow.” You groan, picking yourself up off the floor.

“What are you doing down there?” Seungmin asks, so nonchalantly while rubbing his eyes.

“I fell.” You begin, clearing your throat. “In my dream.” You finish, standing up and dusting yourself off. You walk away listening to Seungmin laughing.

You stand in the shower, letting the water just pour down on top of you as you think about the night and morning, and if it meant anything.

“It was two friends. Two friends who fell asleep… that's all.” You groan to yourself, wiping the water away from your face. “He doesn't feel the same. You missed your window, again, y/n.” You murmur to yourself. Once the water started feeling cold, you turned it off, wrapping a towel around yourself. You were sure he had left, but that didn't matter because you were going to see him later tonight at Chan's, and you couldn't decide if you were excited or dreading it.

You opened the door, listening into the rest of the apartment. You were met with silence. Not sounds of laughter, the tv, cooking, or even snoring. You walk out of the apartment, the feeling of slight disappointment taking over you. You had genuinely hoped that he would still be here but there was also no reason for him to stay.

Again. You two were not a couple because you couldn't admit to him that you had feelings for him. And you weren't sure if you ever would.

You puttered around for the rest of the day, snacking, playing on your phone, taking a nap and tidying up a little bit until you felt like it was time to start getting ready. Chan didn't live terribly far from you so you didn't want to start too early but you also didn't want to be the first person there. That felt more like an intrusion than being a guest. You start playing your favorite music as you get yourself ready, your makeup and hair ending up just the way you like. You put on one of your favorite outfits, before heading to your fridge to take a few shots. You felt like you needed one or two to decompress your nerves. It wasn't like this was going to be your first time meeting any of them, but Seungmin had you all the way fucked up these days and it was eating away at you from the inside out. The burning in your throat was enough distraction but only for a second, until you were on your way out the door and then your mind started spinning but your nerves weren't as bad as before. You headed downstairs and into your cab, headed to Chan's house.

When you got there, you knocked on the door before just letting yourself in. You were close enough that you could walk in at any point in the day, whether he was home or not and help yourself to whatever and hangout, if you wanted to.

“Heelloooo?” You call out. You can hear chatter from the living room. You set your bag down, walking into the kitchen to grab an already mixed drink before joining the others. You smiled as you walked in, seeing your friends, but as quickly as your smile appeared, it dropped. Seungmin sat on the couch with a woman, who was sitting a little too close for comfort…for you. You had decided on the ride over that if you drank enough, you were going to fully admit your feelings to him tonight, but if he's here with that girl you probably shouldn't do that.

“Y/N!” Chan smiles, pulling you in for a hug. “I'm glad you made it.”

“Yeah.” You smile. “Me too.”

“There's my girl.” Seungmin smiles, walking over to you. He grabs your hand, pulling you to the couch. Your heart was about to beat right out of your chest. He sits down, sitting you next to him, in-between him and the girl. You took some deep breaths, taking another swig of your drink. You needed to relax. You were jumping to conclusions left and right and normally you weren't like that. You just didn't want anything to get in the way of finally confessing. It had been too many years of harboring these feelings and you needed to let them out, like tonight.

“Why did you just leave this morning?” You ask him.

He laughs. “Cause I stunk.” He says. “I needed to get home and clean myself up.” He finishes. He slouches on the couch, spreading his legs. What you wouldn't give to put his cock in your mouth right now. He pulls you back to lean against him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, holding you close. Your breathing was heavy, your heart thumping. You really hoped he couldn't hear how hard it was pounding.

“We're just waiting on the others and then we'll play a game.” Chan says.

“What game?” The girl next to you asks. “Hopefully truth or dare.”

“We're not fucking 12, Anne.” Seungmin scoffs.

“Cards Against Humanity.” Chan announces.

“Oh shit, I love that game.” You giggle. “No one better judge me for my choices.”

“Oh I'm gonna judge the fuck out of you.” Seungmin whispers in your ear.

You almost moaned. Out loud. In front of all the people already there. You were going to start sweating. The feeling of his warm breath in your ear sent shivers down your spine. Fuck, what was he doing to you?

You had heard what he said. But your mind just continued to repeat the words, “I'm gonna fuck you.”

You would have spread your legs right then and there in front of Chan's guests, had he asked you too.

A few minutes later, Changbin, Minho, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin and Han walk in, and a few of their girlfriends. You and Seungmin stand up, hugging them all, saying hello before sitting back down. Chan hands out more drinks, before setting out the cards, shuffling them and dealing out everyone's cards.

“So, y/n.” Han begins. “Are you guys finally dating?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Your eyes go wide. You almost choke on your drink.

You open your mouth to answer but Seungmin lets out a big laugh.

“Me? And y/n?” He laughs. “Yeah right.” He says. Your heart sinks. You feel the tears welling in your eyes. The lump in your throat gets bigger by the second. Fuck, that hurts so bad.

“y/n.” Felix whispers. He can see the hurt on your face.

“I-I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, getting up from your spot.

“You fucking moron.” Changbin quietly hisses to Seungmin. You can hear Seungmin call out to you but you ignore it, quickly going into the bathroom and locking the door. You sit down on the toilet, letting the tears fall from your eyes. Silently whimpering. You wanted to not let this affect you, but sometimes you just needed to cry, especially when your heart gets shattered. It was obvious he didn't feel the same way as you and now you were worried he would never get back there.

“Y/N.” You hear from the other side of the door. It's Seungmin. He bangs on the door, yelling out your name.

“Go away!” You cry.

“Open the door!” He yells, banging continuing.

“No! I need a minute.” You say. “Just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, i need to explain! Please open the door.” He yells.

Anger becomes you. You stomp towards the door, unlocking it, and ripping it open.

“Explain!?” You yell. “I got the message loud and clear. There's nothing for you to explain.” You snap.

“Yes there is!” He gasps. “You took it the wrong way!”

“You saying ‘yeah right’ about dating me, how could I possibly have taken it the wrong way?” You ask.

“I meant it like yeah right you'd ever date me.” He sighs. “Look at you! And look at me.” He says.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.” You scoff. “You're like a god.” You murmur.

He smiles.

“Y/N, you're the funniest, smartest, sincerest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my entire life. Ive spent years being so fucking in love with you but I never once thought that you would return those feelings.” He explains.

“You've been in love with me? For years?” You ask.

He nods his head.

“I've been in love with you for years… I was planning to confess… tonight.” you sniffle.

“Shut the fuck up.” He laughs. “I was going to confess tonight.”

“No you were not.” You laugh.

“I was. So here it goes.” He sighs. “L/N Y/N. I've been in love with you since I first met you. Your smile, your eyes, your heart continue to make me fall for you more and more everyday. Would you be my girlfriend?” He asks with a big smile.

You're about to go off on him but his hand slides to your cheek, he pushes you back into the bathroom, pinning you against the wall before he kisses you. It’s hard and passionate, his lips moving against yours. You move your hands to wrap around him, holding him closer.

The kiss was better than anything you could have ever imagined, the chemistry that you felt between the two of you was the strongest that you'd ever felt.

Seungmin pulls himself away from you, breaking the kiss. He grins at you, running his finger along the bottom of your lip.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispers. The butterflies swirled in your stomach. You were a giggling mess.

“Should we go back to the group?” You ask. He nods his head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulls you from the bathroom.

“Come on, girlfriend.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Let's go, boyfriend.” You murmur. You were on top of the world and nothing was going to bring you down.

“You okay, y/n?” Chan asks before noticing the two of you were holding hands. “Wait… are you two…?” He pauses.

“Yes, yes we are.” You grin.

Your friends all cheer, congratulating you all on the exciting news.

Changbin clears his throat, looking around the room. “Can we get this fucking game started now!?”

***

A few days later, you and Seungmin had been almost inseparable. You spent the last few days making out, cuddling and doing a lot of heavy petting. The one thing the two of you hadn't done yet was fuck. You had wanted too, on more than one occasion, it had been something you thought about for a long time but when it actually came down to it, it made you nervous. It was the realness of the whole thing. He was your friend for so long and now he was your boyfriend and that honestly shocked you.

He had planned a night for the two of you at his place. He didn't tell you much but just to look nice and what time to show up. You planned a little something of your own too, putting on a sexy little piece of lingerie under your outfit and right now, you couldn't wait for him to take it off of you.

You opened the front door to Seungmin's place, a delicious smell wafting into your nose. The lights were dimmed down low, the glow of candle light guided your way inside.

“Seungmin?” You call out.

“In here, baby.” He yells from the living room. Your stomach twists and turns with excitement instead of nerves. You had decided to pass on the clothes, instead wearing your sexy little piece of lingerie that accentuates your breasts and your body under a long jacket.

“Hi.” You smile, standing a few feet from him.

“Hi gorgeous.” He grins. “Aren't you going to come give me a kiss?” He asks.

You shake your head. He looks at you, raising one eyebrow. “Oh?” He murmurs, starting to walk towards you.

You hold your hand out. “Stop.” You say. Your voice shakes. “I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?” He asks.

You watch him as you begin untying your jacket, looking away as you drop it to the floor, revealing the surprise.

“Oh… my… fuck.” He groans.

“You like it?” You ask, biting your lip.

“No, I do not like it.” He says. “I fucking love it.” He groans.

He doesn't say anything but instead walks towards you, grabbing your hand, pulling you to the bedroom, making you giggle.

“What about dinner?” You laugh.

“Fuck dinner. I want you more.” He says, pulling you into his room. “I can't wait any longer.”

Something comes over you, maybe the fact that you'd wanted this for so long. You grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He props himself up on his elbows, smiling widely as he watches you walk towards him. You crawl onto the bed, getting straight to the point. You began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers off his body with his help, letting his cock spring free.

“What are you gonna do, baby?” He asks you.

“First, I'm gonna wrap my lips around your cock.” You whisper, trailing the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock. Seungmin gasps as you wrap your hand around his shaft, gently and slowly stroking him as you close your mouth around his tip.

“Fuck.” He hisses. “Watching you suck my cock, is one of the hottest things I've ever seen.” He groans, throwing his head back. You move your hand, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, letting his cock slide down your throat. You begin to pick up your pace, moving your tongue around while you let him throat fuck you.

“Stop, stop.” He gasps. You sit up, wiping the spit and cum from your mouth.

“What's wrong?” You ask?

“I'm gonna cum, and that can't happen. Not yet at least.” He says. He sits up, pulling you towards him. Seungmin pulls down your top, letting your tits fall out. He groans as he grabs them, holding them in his hands. He sucks your nipple, gently nipping it with his teeth before moving to the next one. You can feel your pussy getting wetter the more his hands are groping you. They're trailing up and down your body, feeling and loving on every single part of you. He pulls your head in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth, his hands having moved back to your tits.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” He groans.

“Do it then.” You moan. “Fuck me.”

He pushes you off of him, your face down on the mattress. He pulls your ass up, you spread your legs. You're panting as he positions himself behind you. You want to feel him in you so badly. You can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hole as he slowly pushes himself into you. You gasp as your pussy stretches out, Seungmin moaning behind you while you squeeze yourself around him.

“Fuck, You feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He pulls himself out of you, slowly sliding back in, teasing you, making you want so much more.

“Please.” You whine. “Harder. Faster.” You gasp. Seungmin tightens his grip, slamming his cock into you.

“Like that? You want it like that baby girl?” He grunts, ramming into you over and over again.

“Yes… fuck… just like that.” You moan. You squeeze your eyes closed, reaching underneath you to rub your clit. The tips of your fingers just grazing your bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You can feel your orgasm building faster and faster with each thrust of his, it felt so fucking good.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this baby.” He groans. “They don't get to have you like this, but I do.”

“Yes… just you, fuck.” You cry out, rubbing your clit faster.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” He moans, digging his fingers into you harder, fucking you harder.

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body jolting as the pleasure spreads across your body. Your chest is heaving as Seungmin continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. It doesn't take him long to cum, spilling his seed into you, coating your walls. He takes a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before he pulls his cock out of you, collapsing on the bed beside you. He smiles at you before grabbing your hand, helping you up, pulling you towards the bathroom. Seungmin starts the shower, helping you out of your outfit and the two of you hop into the shower. You stand there enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing your body, washing you.

“Shit, your food.” You gasp, turning around to face him. “It's probably not very edible now.” You murmur, your stomach growling.

“I told you baby, fuck the food.” He laughs. “When we get out I'll order us something.” He says, rinsing off your body.

He got out of the shower first. “Stay in the warm water, I'll be right back.” He says, leaving the bathroom. You stand there for a moment, until you hear the door open again.

“Okay, you can come out now.” He says. You can hear the excitement in his voice. You turned off the water, opening the curtain, seeing Seungmin standing there holding up a fuzzy robe in your favorite color. “I got this a while ago… in case I ever confessed to you.” He smiles. Your heart melted as you stepped out of the shower and he wrapped it around you. He leads you to the living room, sitting on the couch with him, while he orders food for the two of you. You're snuggled up, looking over at him, and he looks at you and smiles. You're filled with nothing but just pure love for the man that you wished you had, and was now finally yours.

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Whispers Of The Night Masterlist

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au

Pairing: Stray Kids OT8 x Reader

Current Word Count: 17,890

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the boy is mine | k.mg

pet play w mingyu

pairing: kim mingyu x reader, reader’s best friend is yuqi! ((g)i-dle) also cheol lol

wc: 5.6k (can you believe i cut it down?)

genre: strangers -> fucking, smut, little cracky at some parts

synopsis: when one of your best friends (who also happens to be a frat bro), seungcheol, invites you to his halloween party, you hesitantly accept. you were never really the party type… but one guy, one of his new friends to be exact, might single handedly change that.

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a/n: ......heyyyyy... no one hate me. i know im almost a whole month late ): prepping for the svt concert took more time than i anticipated, i live in america so... yeah all that happened, work got in the way, i had a lot of yap days with my wife @jenoslutie which has been so nice!! <3 and i JUST (literally today) got back from visiting my bestie @goblynnrockz for their birthday :p BUT in between all that, i managed to finish this bitch. (pun intended) ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. and if it seems like its eluding to there being a potential relationship between mc and gyu, well... maybe there will be in the future ;p

(P.S. you must picture long, wavy haired mingyu in this :3 more like the pic on the right. i just put the lolla pic bc it fits the vibe you CANNOT argue w that lol okay imma stop yapping now. ENJOY LUVLIES!!!!)

you weren’t the party type, but when one of your best friends, seungcheol, invited you to his frat’s halloween party with a nearly quivering bottom lip, you couldn’t say no.

“you have to let me bring whoever i want as my plus one.” you deadpanned while crossing your arms. 

“so you’ll go?!” he nearly squealed. 

you sighed before nodding with an annoyed, “yes.”

“fuck yeah!” he yelled before swooping you up in a big hug. you couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from your chest. 

you loved when cheol got all giddy. it was such a silly contrast to his wide, strong build, and that’s always been so enduring yet hilarious to you. you didn’t think anyone else like him existed in real life. 

until you met him. 

“remind me again why you are dragging me to a party?” your best friend, yuqi, chuckled out from the passenger’s seat of your car. 

you took the last right before reaching the house. “cheol asked nicely and… i’ve been needing an excuse to wear these boots,” you smiled, looking for a parking spot.

yuqi silently pointed to a spot on the street, and as you parked, she went on. “i just can’t help but wonder why cheol wanted you to go so bad like… he knows you’re not a partier.”

“he wants me to get out of my shell more.” you shrugged, getting out of the car. 

“well you’re definitely out of your shell, fucking look at you. a full latex outfit and tits out? girl…” yuqi gawked at you for a moment.

dressing as blackcat was far out of your costume comfort zone. normally you went the horror route. billy the puppet, jennifer check (in the prom dress with the contacts, blood and all), freddy krueger, etc. so, wearing a latex set that left nothing to the imagination except for any ink you may have on your skin was out of character, but you wanted to spice it up this year.

“i think the little mask helps be feel a bit hidden,” you giggled seen as it’s a thin black eye mask, not hiding who is under it at all. yuqi jokingly scoffed and you then took the attention off yourself. “look at you, catwoman. you look devious with that whip,” you cooed, then took her hand in yours and gave her a spin on the sidewalk.

“oh stop it,” she blushed. “let’s get inside before it starts getting too crazy.”

you two walked in practically attached at the hip. you scanned the front room for cheol, yuqi doing the same. “ah! there he is,” she pointed toward the kitchen.

you looked over, immediately making eye contact with him. he waved you guys over to stand with him and some frat bro you didn’t recognize. 

“y/n!” he greeted you with a bear hug, unfazed by your tits practically spilling from your top. “and yuqi! hey long time no see!” he said sweetly, giving her a side hug.

“hi! it’s good to see you, cheol,” she giggled. 

“are you gonna introduce us?” you motioned to his friend beside him and smiled. 

the friend smiled and reached a hand out, “hey, i’m chan! nice to meet you both.” after shaking both of your hands, a warm smile across his face, he turned around to finish concocting a drink for himself. 

“you know we have a spare room. if you guys want, you can have some drinks! chan makes a mean lemon drop.” cheol offered you both. 

yuqi got a devilish smile on her face, “don’t mind if i do, fred. one lemon drop, please, daphne!” she giggled leaning backwards on the counter next to chan, watching what he was doing over her shoulder. she faced forward after a moment and motioned her head toward you. “what about you miss latex?” she smirked giving you a once over. the girl wasn’t even drinking yet and she was already getting flirty. typical. (<3)

“don’t even let her answer that,” seungcheol quickly intervened. “make blackcat a drink, please. the pretty lady deserves it,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you. 

“well thank you, cheolie… but deserve it? for what?” you asked cutely, looking up at him. 

“putting up with my bitchass. thank you for coming tonight. i’m glad you did,” he stated sweetly, giving you a kiss atop your head. you just leaned into him, silently telling him “you’re welcome” and “me too”. 

“what’s up?” you look over at chan who’s finishing your drink up, and he’s got his phone between his ear and shoulder. “oh shit okay! we’ll be right out!” he hung up, sliding the phone in his pocket, then turned around handing you your drink. “pretty lady,” he smiled. “cheol lets go. that was vernon, they’re outside.” he said, patting cheol on the shoulder, making his way out of the kitchen hurriedly. 

“okay! you two wait right here, i’ll be back.” seungcheol requested, then ran after chan. 

“oh god,” you walked forward to the counter and turned so your back was leaning on it with yuqi. you two looked out from the kitchen, into the crowd of people that had seemingly gotten significantly larger since you’d arrived minutes ago. “they’ve all gotta be members of the mystery inc huh…” you trailed off.

“i wonder what poor guy they got to be scooby,” yuqi empathized. 

“i bet it’s soonyoung.”

“be so fucking for real, y/n. he’s a fucking tiger every year,” yuqi said pointedly. she was right. 

just then, the room got significantly more quiet meaning- oh those boys and their group entrances…

it was never anything elaborate, but they did have to make their presence known. cheol almost always walking in first as the rest of the boys followed. 

you and yuqi made your way out of the kitchen to the living room, disregarding cheol’s words from earlier. you two managed to push toward the front of the swarm of people that were gathered near the door. shouts then could be heard from all over, praising the commitment of all the boys. first was cheol as fred, then chan as daphne walking alongside wonwoo as velma, and last but not least vernon as shaggy with… not soonyoung as scooby. “who the fuck is that?” you nearly drooled leaning over into yuqi’s ear. 

“wonwoo?” she suggested. 

“no, dumbass, obviously i know wonwoo… who’s scooby?” your voice dropping a cool octave or two in curiosity. 

“i don’t know but… fuck is he fine,” she said bluntly. 

you both had your eyes locked on him until yuqi’s gaze redirected to wonwoo… her main interest right now and always. “if you’ll excuse me,” she hummed, grazing a hand across your shoulder and handing you her whip as she strolled forward toward the tall boy wearing thicker framed glasses than normal.

you made your way back to the kitchen to wait for one of your friends to come back, knowing one of them would find their way to you. 

or so you thought. 

someone did definitely make their way to you, but it wasn’t cheol, yuqi, or even chan. 

“i didn’t know blackcat carried around a whip,” scooby shot you a cheeky smile while reaching beside you on the counter for a drink. 

you smiled, leaning your hip on the counter to face him. “she doesn’t, but cat woman does and she needed me to hold it for her.”

“well… i’m glad she needed you to because it gave me an excuse to talk to you.” you both chuckled, your face getting flushed. he turned, mirroring your position against the counter. “i’m mingyu. i just joined the frat,” he explained rather shy in comparison to his confident demeanor that he approached you with. it was charming. 

“well hello mingyu,” you chuckled, chugging the rest of your lemon drop. “i’m y/n. i’m friends with cheol.”

“oh no way! you’re like… his best friend,” he laughs trying his drink. you giggled watching his face contort at the potency of the alcohol. “hey don’t laugh! bleh! but it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you covered your mouth to snicker a bit more as if that makes it any less “mean”. 

once he recovered a moment later, he sat his cup down and spoke up again. “you know, y/n, you make a beautiful blackcat,” he complimented, giving you a once over as respectfully as he could. from the minute he laid eyes on you when yuqi had walked way from you, he knew he had to talk to you. your little whip that didn’t go with your costume was his perfect excuse, and… you looked amazing. that could’ve even been enough of an excuse on its own. 

your cheeks grew warm at the compliment with his demeanor and tone. it’d shifted to something more sensual than before. his eyes getting darker, but still soft. 

“thank you,” you smiled before reaching up to play with one of his ears. “and you make an adorable puppy.” 

his body stiffened, but it was so subtle you almost didn’t notice. you chose to ignore it, moving to his collar. “did minghao make this?” you asked, tilting your head admiring the well recreated scooby dog tag. you pulled on it a little, as if to test its durability, but really you wanted to see if this was doing something to the tall man before you. sure enough, you watched as he swallowed rather hard under your touch. you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been staring at his throat already. 

“y-yeah he did. he’s really talented,” he said softly, slightly tilting his head back as you took your finger from the collar, and slowly traced it down his chest that was only covered by a thin, tight brown t-shirt. 

“what’s the matter, scooby? cat got your tongue?” you asked in a very playful way, not wanting to come off too strong too fast as you were already mere centimeters away from his body now. 

when he looked down at you, his eyes were pleading. desperate. like he was silently begging for you to do something more. he couldn’t find the words to answer your silly question. instead he sent his eyes to scan your face, lingering longer over your lips. 

“gyu!” you both jumped back from each other. up pranced soonyoung, but he wasn’t a tiger. “and y/n? hey!” he gave you a hug and you squeezed him back. 

“hey soonyoung!” you gathered your composure far quicker than mingyu who was still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. “a cowboy this year?” you motioned your hands to his costume. 

“had to change it up,” he shrugged. “still got my date, though,” he grinned. you knew it was the stupid plastic skeleton he dragged along every year in the spirit of the holiday. 

“well, wherever you set her down, i can imagine she goes way better with this outfit than the tiger onesie,” you both laugh.

“girl… a whip? i don’t think blackcat-“

“shutup, i know. it’s yuqi’s. she’s catwoman.” you deadpanned. 

he put his hands up as if to surrender, “got it, no need to use it on me.” you two laughed together again.

mingyu wasn’t enjoying this conversation like you and soonyoung were, however. 

he gently grabbed your wrist while patting soonyoung on the shoulder. “excuse us,” were the first words to come out of his mouth in the past couple minutes. it came out low and demanding, an extreme contrast from the state you had him in before soonyoung showed up. 

you looked at soonyoung then shrugged your shoulders in confusion and blew him a quick kiss, whip in hand as mingyu pulled you away. “have fun!” he yelled after you both. 

“mingyu, where the fuck are we going?” you finally ask as he's pulling you up the stairs.

“my room,” he states bluntly. 

“your room? why didn’t you just get ready here then?” your genuine curiosity taking over. 

mingyu stopped you both in front of his door. “except for cheol and chan, we all got ready at vernon’s,” he answered very matter of fact, then his eyebrows furrowed remembering what he was doing. 

he opened his door, pulling you in with him. once he closed the door, he grabbed you and pushed you against it, hands cupping your face, instantly attacking your lips with his own. your hand naturally found its way to his long, wavy hair while your other rested on his chest. you slightly tugged at his hair, a groan escaping his lips. you smiled and chuckled against his mouth, knowing exactly how this was gonna end, despite his attempts at taking control of the situation. 

he ignored your cockiness, moving a hand to the zipper of your top, toying with it just to be a dick. after about 10 seconds of that, you decided it was enough. 

“why don’t you be a good puppy and unzip me already,” you pull on his hair hard enough to pull him away this time. his eyes desperately searched yours, not understanding, himself, why every time you called him that, it made him feel weak in his knees. 

“o-okay,” he stuttered before unzipping your top the rest of the way. his mouth hung open at the way your tits broke free from the tight latex. “god..” he whispered. eyes still locked on your chest, he tried to speak, “c-can i please-”

“yes,” you breathed, not letting him finish his sentence, knowing exactly what he wanted. 

mingyu wasted no time, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, desperately sucking on the skin as if his life depended on it. a low groan escaped your lips as you finally dropped the whip on the floor, and moved that hand to his back, lightly scratching at him through the thin fabric of his shirt. he moaned against your chest, sending a chill down your spine.

“on your knees,” you demanded. he pulled away from your chest with a rather puzzled expression on his face. “don’t make me say it again,” and with that, he practically dropped to the floor, looking up at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. “good boy,” you praised, petting his head between his ears. you walked over to his bed, sitting yourself down at the edge of it. 

“come,” you said gently. mingyu started to stand up. “nuh uh,” you stopped him. “on all fours.”

“i- but i-,” he tried to protest, stumbling over his words.

“crawl. or i’ll walk out that door right now,” you threatened. 

he immediately got back on his knees, then bent forward, using his arms to help him crawl over to you. he didn’t break eye contact as he made his way to where you sat on his bed, your legs slightly opened. you leaned down, reaching in between your legs for his collar. you hooked two fingers underneath it and pulled him forward. he wrapped his arms around your waist, knees still planted on the floor as he looked at you longingly. 

“what a good puppy,” you cooed, moving your hand from his collar to his hair along with your other hand. you petted him right next to his ears on either side of his head. he hummed, tilting his head to the side, you moving your hand so he could rest his face on it. you thought this was just gonna be a typical dom/sub dynamic, but you quickly started realizing that it was far more than that. 

you leaned down giving him a soft kiss to his lips, making him crave more. he moved his hands up to your face, pulling you back down. you both hungrily attacked each others lips, breathing in every bit of the other. “what the fuck are you doing to me,” he growled between kisses. to be quite honest, you had no idea either. you didn’t even know this man, really. 

“get on the bed,” you demanded, out of breath. he mumbled, “okay,” then stood up and sat in the middle of his bed. “lay down, obviously,” you deadpanned. he felt like an idiot as he laid himself down. he watched you with big eyes as you crawled up his body. you sat yourself on top of him and reached to hook your fingers under his collar again. you used it to pull him up to your level. 

“take your stupid shirt off.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. you ripped it from his hands and threw it across the room to god knows where. you pushed him back down, diving after his neck with your mouth. his back arched slightly from the bed as a whimper escaped his lips. as your teeth sunk into his skin, beginning to suck, his chest pressed against yours.

he knew it wasn’t physically possible for him to get closer to your body, but he could try. he was desperate. he craved your warmth. he craved you. a complete stranger. “y/n, please,” he whined.

“please what?” you whispered into his ear, then proceeded to kiss down his neck to his chest. all he could do was make pathetic little noises in response. “cmon, use your words like a good boy, huh?” you cooed looking up at him. you traced your fingers over his large pecs sending chills through his whole body.

“f-fuck,” he threw his head back into the pillow. “fuck me, y/n, please!” he panted, grabbing at the sheets beneath him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased as you slipped a hand under his pants, grabbing him through his boxers. you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth when you felt how big he was. he looked down at you with flushed cheeks, embarrassed at how easily he was being turned on by your words alone. 

“i- i would love that, y/n,” his eyes were so desperate, so needy. “c-can i take my pants off?” god, he was so obedient. it excited you beyond your own comprehension. before you could even think about it, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and started shimmying them down his thick, muscular thighs. 

“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. the tent in his boxers was intimidating to say the least. you sat on his thighs as you pulled his cock out, admiring the way it grew even more at your direct touch. mingyu was panting like a bitch underneath you and you hadn't even started stroking him yet. “easy there, big boy,” you giggled at his uneasiness. as you started pumping him with one hand, you used the other to stabilize yourself above him.

a deep groan ripped from his throat as he screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. “does that feel good, puppy?” you asked innocently. mingyu whimpered and looked into your eyes again, mere inches away. he used all his extra strength to push his head up to capture your lips with his. this kiss was far deeper than the others. it felt… more intimate than before.

“please y/n i need you,” he whispered against your lips. honestly, you needed him too, so instead of continuing the torture any longer, you got off the bed to remove your top completely, and took your pants off. before getting back on top of him, you pulled his pants the rest of the way down, then stood at the edge of the bed, gawking.

this man’s body was godly. skin the perfect shade of gold, soft muscle curves, the slight glisten on his skin as the moonlight from the window reflects off of his sweat. and his face… fuck, his face. the way his eyes glisten with lust and need, his lips swollen and slightly parted as he’s nearly drooling, waiting for you to do something, and to top it all off, his puppy ears on his head with the collar on his neck making him all the more irresistible. 

you climbed back on top of him, his eyes not leaving yours, whether you were looking back at him or not. he only looked away when you started grinding your soaked cunt against his cock. he watched intensely as your slick coated him from top to bottom, his tip leaking precum each time you slid forward. “ready for me to fuck you, gyu?” you nearly whined out, your hands firmly placed on his chest to balance yourself.

“b-been ready, mo-” he stopped himself. “fuuuck please, y/n, please.” he begged. 

“what a good fucking boy you are. don’t even have to ask you to beg.” you lifted yourself, and as if there was a form of telepathy happening, he reached down to lift his cock straight up, ready for you to do nothing but line yourself up and sink down in him. however… you both knew that was going to be painful for you. your nails began to dig lightly into his chest as you slowly sunk yourself down on him. a long string of whimpers falling from your lips while he gripped your hips, helping you steady yourself as you now sat all the way down on his cock. you swiveled your hips a couple times before slowly lifting them and slamming back down onto him without warning. a gasp escaping your own lips.

“ah! Fuck!” mingyu cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows again. the grip he had on your hips only tightened.

you moved your hands to his neck, applying only slight pressure as you started moving up and down on his cock. his breathing became sporadic, and you could feel his veins on his neck starting to bulge under your fingers as you started to pick up your pace. “collar getting too tight?” you breathed. 

“n-no,” mingyu choked out. “mmmph~ i like it,” his voice was hoarse, but soft. his hands finally moved from your hips to roam your body. he dragged them up your waist until he was cupping your tits. he started kneading the flesh, licking his lips as he watched your face start to contort with pleasure. you let go of his neck and put your hands on top of his, over your chest. 

the scene was so beautiful before him, he was growing more and more impatient, needing to chase his high. you threw your head back crying out a “fuck!” as mingyu started meeting each bounce of yours with a sharp thrust. 

“a-am i doing a good job?” he whined, “does it feel good?” all he wanted was your validation and praise. 

“y-yes~ fuck- such a good boy for me,” you cooed as stable as possible. you brought a hand down and combed your fingers through his hair right below his puppy ears. his thrusts slowed and so did you. you hadn’t realized how much of the “fucking” was being done by him now instead of you. he hummed and closed his eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair again. both of your movements came to a complete stop. nothing but cockwarming and heavy breaths while you petted the pretty boy beneath you. 

once he opened his eyes, you gave him a soft smile and he nestled his face into your hand. looking up at you with those puppy eyes, the next words that came out of his mouth were jarring to say the least. “w-will you sit on my face? please?” you could’ve sworn he batted his lashes too. 

you giggled before teasing him, “are you seriously asking to pleasure me right now?” 

“no im fucking begging, y/n please.” he whined. 

“well, when you beg like such a good boy, how could i tell you no, hm?” you hummed before moving your hands to his headboard, climbing up his body, stabilizing yourself over his face. 

he wasted no time trying to attack your core with his tongue, but you didn’t want to let him have it that easily. you moved a hand down to tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. “nuh uh. stick out your tongue,” you demanded. 

“w-what?” his eyes were big with uncertainty. 

“did i stutter? stick out your tongue and stay like a good puppy.” you spit at him, no patience left in your voice. 

so, mingyu did just that. slowly but surely he opened his mouth wide, laying his tongue out for you like the good boy he was. 

you lowered yourself back down onto his tongue, slowly moving your soaked cunt back and forth. he just looked up at you with such adoration in his eyes, but tongue out like an absolute idiot. it was driving you crazy. 

mingyu was going arguably more crazy, though. he wanted to devour you. taste every single inch of you, and lap up every last drop of your arousal like there was no tomorrow. 

you let out a whimper that drove him over the edge, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. he brought his strong arms up, wrapping them around your thighs, locking you in place on his face. you gripped onto his bed frame tighter as he began to suck on your clit with such vigor, you almost came on the spot. 

fuck he’s good at this. 

he then started fucking his tongue in and out of you, using his own strength alone to bounce you up and down slightly on the muscle. 

“mmph~ fuuuck~ mingyu please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, knuckles white from holding onto his headboard for dear life. who was he to deny you? he moved one of his hands from your thigh to the bundle of nerves above where his tongue was fucking in and out of you. as soon as he started rubbing gentle but fast circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t gonna last long. the familiar knot in your tummy forming far faster than you’d like to admit. 

“p-puppy i’m c-close. gonna make me cum,” you half panted, half wailed. 

he moved his mouth away to talk, fingers still working on your clit. 

“cum for me please baby, cum all over my tongue,” his voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone. he went back to tongue fucking you and your grip on his headboard became so tight you thought you might break it. 

“gyu! fuck! i’m- fuck!” a wave of pure euphoria flooded your whole body faster than you could comprehend. mingyu lapped up every last bit of cum dripping from your cunt.

“jesus christ,” you panted.

“okay y/n, all fours.”

“what?” you looked down at mingyu’s big brown eyes in complete shock.

“i- i’m sorry please can i fuck you on all fours?”

“mingyu i’m not worried about how you wanna fuck me-”

“then, please? can i? I’ve been a good boy…”

“you definitely have,” you reassured, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. “i just don’t know if i have the energy for that right now.”

“you don’t have to do anything, just- y/n just let me take care of you…” his voice was so soft and genuine. nothing like you were used to from a hookup.

“fine… then can i just lay on my back?” you both chuckled.

“whatever you want.”

once you guys repositioned yourselves, mingyu on top of you for the first time tonight, you couldn’t help but let your mind race. i could get used to this view… y/n stop it’s just a fucking hookup, you’ll only ever see him again in passing. but his voice… the way he’s speaking to me is so… sweet… so? he’s probably just fucking pussy whipped. and pussy whipped he was, but it wasn’t that simple.

“are you ready, baby?” his eyes scanning yours intently as if to catch any trace of uncertainty that may reside in your eyes.

“y-yes. at least i hope,” you giggled. a fangy smile gracing his face. fuck, his smile.

as mingyu started to push himself into you, you winced at the stretch. it was almost like he’d gotten bigger since you were on top of him earlier. “ah~ fuck gyu,” you whined.

“too much? do you want me to stop?”

“no, no please don’t stop,” you just gripped onto his arms and closed your eyes.

a couple seconds later and he finally bottomed out, causing both of you to let out a string of low moans as you both adjusted to the feeling of his rather fucking huge dick inside of you. (how else was i supposed to word that like c’mon now)

within a minute mingyu was drilling into you at an animalistic pace. the grip you had on his biceps probably close to breaking skin with your nails. your back arched at its limit. both of you sounding like you're in one of the most hardcore pornos ever filmed. the bed creaking, slamming into the wall… you get it.

the rest of the world had completely withered away at this point when suddenly… 

BANG BANG BANG! “jesus christ, mingyu! that you in there?” seungcheol… fuck.

mingyu stilled all movement, “uhhh yeah… what do you want?” he dropped his head onto the pillow right next to your head. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry.. just uh… have you seen y/n?!” he yelled from the other side of the door. mingyu’s head shot up, both of you looking at each other with complete panic in your eyes.

“you could… you could say that i’ve seen her… yeah?” mingyu yelled back, wincing as he awaited his response.

when seuncheol didn’t answer right away, you decided to speak up. “hi cheol…” you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you.

“you’re fucking kidding,” seungcheol scoffed before walking away yelling, “you two fuckbirds have fun!”

you and mingyu just laid there for a second before bursting out laughing.

“okay that was embarrassing,” you covered your face.

“oh don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he grinned, leaning down to start kissing on your neck. “you think i can’t feel how much wetter you got?” he bucked his hips into you without warning, making you yelp. he just chuckled, lifting his head up to look at you again.

your mouth was hung open like an idiot, unsure of how to respond, actually embarrassed now.

“look who’s the tough guy now, huh?” he taunted, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you again. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached for his hair. sensing that the puppy fun would be ending now, you tried to focus your vision enough to unclip the ears from his hair and throw them elsewhere in his room. “oh, are we done with those now?” he asked in such a bitchy tone, you could’ve slapped him back into his submissive state, but you were over the playing now.

“mingyu, just fuck me,” you panted now able to put your hands in his hair how you please.

“that’s no way to get what you want now, gorgeous.”

“mingyu, please just fuck me already!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

the groan that escaped his lips at that action was inhuman as he sped back up to his pace from before, however, far harder. 

“fuck! Mingyu!” you cried out, unable to do or say anything else.

“what? wanted me to f-fuck you, no?” he teased, stopping to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, then removing your mask in one quick motion before pounding into you again. the new angle pushed you to your limit once again, far too fast for your own sanity. “let go for me again baby, i can feel it. you’re c-close aren’t you?” he cooed softly in contrast to his brutal movements. “touch yourself for me,” he breathed. 

you moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing away at the bud while your other arm moved to his back, pulling his body closer to yours as you reached your high. the close proximity bringing his clingy self closer to his own breaking point. 

now forehead to forehead, the knot in your stomach about to snap, you moved your other hand up to his back, fingertips lightly pressing into the skin. mingyu brought a hand to your neck, holding it gently, but firm as he railed into you for the last few times. 

“-m cumming!” you cried, now digging your nails into his back. 

“fuck!” he growled at the lovely sting of the scratches you were leaving. your cunt fluttering around his cock however was the final straw. “ah~ baby~” he groaned before crashing his lips into yours as his orgasm hit. 

“so… you always have wipes conveniently available on your nightstand?” you giggled, curled up in his arms under his blankets. 

“you know, it was actually pure luck,” he started. “cheol did a grocery run today and when he brought me my bag there were a couple of our toiletries and i was gonna go put them in the bathroom bu-”

“hey, gyu?” you looked up at him. 

“yeah?”

“shhhhh…” you smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down on his chest.

he kissed the top of your head and whispered with a chuckle, “sorry. i talk too much.”

“uh uh just… sleepy,” you yawned. 

how you two managed to tune out the party is beyond anyone’s guess. he didn’t have to run his fingers in your hair for a full minute before you knocked out, but he did anyway until he fell asleep himself. 

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MISA ROLEPLAY MISA ROLEPLAY ( so fucking good )

THIS. This is THEE halloween smut of the year. sorry not sorry.

This whole story was SO so fucking good. 193847328292947/10 ‼️ AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH RJEOWIEJDJSKAKSJDN

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excuse me, sir? | x.mh

role playing w minghao

pairing: xu minghao x reader

genre: est. relationship (as always), smut

word count: ~1.3k (not what? proofread :p)

synopsis: upon your return from a halloween party, you make a comment about your anti-delulu boyfriend looking like a teacher in his light yagami costume… you can fill in the gaps.

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a/n: can i end a drabble without them saying i love you and/ or just being insanely mushy at the end ?

“you looked so cute tonight, miss misa,” minghao hummed, twirling you into your shared apartment. once he closed the door, you pushed him against it, hands innocently pressed against his chest. “thank you, light yagami,” you giggled, making him smile as he grabbed your ass under your skirt and pulled you in for a kiss.

“you know, you kinda look like a hot teacher or something,” you say seductively, tracing your fingers slowly up and down his bicep. the lust in your eyes making him groan under his breath. “you know missy…” he trailed off, looking at your lips while biting his own. “if i recall,” he started walking away from the door forcing you backward toward the dining room table. “you’re currently failing my class. what are we gonna do about that, hm?” once your butt bumped the table, he hoisted you up onto it, stepping between your legs.

you chuckled, resting your arms on his shoulders bringing him closer. “well professor, do you offer extra credit?” you ask, innocently batting your eyelashes. he lifted a hand to your hair, twirling one of your little pigtails around his finger. “well miss misa… i typically don’t hand out extra credit. but,” his hands started sliding up your thighs and under your skirt. “i might be able to make an exception.” you placed a hand on his chest, silently telling him to take a step back, then you got off the table. “how many points is this extra credit worth?” you cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “obviously, miss misa, that would depend on how well you do. right?” he took a couple steps back to lean against the counter, now also crossing his arms. “you’re right,” you sighed walking to him again. “i better get started,” you nearly whispered as your lips almost brushed his.

you slowly got down to your knees, your hands trailing his body and unbuttoning his coat on the way down, not breaking eye contact. without saying a word, you undid his belt and pants, then pulled his underwear down just enough to free his cock. he let out a soft, breathy moan in response and groaned, “pull ‘em down, miss misa.” you brought a hand to his cock and started pumping him slowly. “but sir, someone could walk in on us,” you playfully smirked, licking a stripe along his shaft. “fuck~ right…” he chuckled, not believing that he’s how you two ended up here in the first place. “we’re in my office, huh pretty?”

you bring up scenarios with minghao all the time, but he was so against the fantasy of it all. like last halloween, he was ghostface, you were sydney. he didn’t care for you wanting him to keep his mask on when you two went to the bedroom. “i’m not keeping the mask on, y/n. i’m fucking you, not billy loomis,” he’d state bluntly, pinning you to the bed. once it got to that point however, you didn’t care. you wouldn’t push any further. but tonight, you didn’t even have to try. he started it. fucking minghao. all you did was mention that he looked like a hot teacher? and now you’re here?

once you’d gagged on him a couple times, drool spilling down your neck and chest, he used your pigtails to tug you off of him. “i’d say you’re sitting at about a C- right now, miss misa. let’s make it an A+. get up,” he demanded. you stumbled to your feet, about to wipe your spit off your chin, but he started devouring your lips before you got the chance. he spun you around so you were the one against the counter. when he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, both of you panting. “this is really fucking hot,” he breathed with an airy chuckle following. “i’ve been trying to tell you, mr. xu,” you teased, leaning in to bite his lip.

“turn around, y/n.”

“ah ah ah,” you waved your finger back and forth, “what’s my name?”

“christ misa, turn the fuck around,” he growled, grabbing your shoulders to spin you around and force you down onto the counter. “take everything i give you like a good girl, and i promise you’ll pass, okay?” he sounded nurturing behind you. a strong contrast from what was about to follow. “yes, sir,” you whimpered out, laying your face gently onto the cool counter.

minghao barely had to lift your skirt do to how short it was. he pulled your black lace panties down to your boots where they got caught and stayed for the remainder of your “extra credit”. normally in this position, minghao would take his time with you, slowly kneading your ass with his hands, kissing down your back, telling you how beautiful you were. not tonight, however.

without warning, minghao plunged into your sopping cunt and started to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. your whimpers and his groans filled your apartment as you both were so desperate to get the fuck off. “such a good fucking girl, miss misa. you gonna cum for me, huh? gonna get that A+ you want oh so bad?” he taunted. he looked down to where your cunt repeatedly swallowed his aching cock, your skirt allowing just the right amount of visibility. he let out a long, low groan before throwing his head back, gripping your hips tighter and fucking into you even harder than before. “y-yes,” you stuttered, completely fucked out of your mind, seconds away from your breaking point. he leaned down, tie tickling against your back, his breath brushing your ear, “yes what?” something about the way he asked that simple question, mixed with the now close proximity between you two, and the overall “theme” of what this fuck is all about sends you spiraling. “f-fuck~ yes sir! h-hao im cumming!” you whine out, physically unable to hold on any longer. “there you go, miss misa. what a good g-girl. let it out, pretty,” he consoled, fucking you through your high.

once you came down from your orgasm, you tried to plea with minghao to stop as the overstimulation was almost too much for you to handle. “ah~ h-hao pleeease i can’t take it,” you whimpered softly, his cock still plowing into you. “mr. xu to you, sweetheart. and i already told you, you’ll take what i give you if you want to pass.” minghao keeping this fictional dynamic going had you getting worked up all over again, and quicker than before, you felt another knot forming in your tummy. he felt your cunt start to clench around him repeatedly again, knowing this time he’d get to ride out your orgasm with you. “hold it, pretty. i’m almost there,” he panted, thrusting into you without restraint.

one last sharp move of his hips and you were falling apart on his cock all over again. between your cunt spasming around his cock, and the wet sounds mixed with your desperate noises filling his ears, minghao then let go, both of you riding out the ends of your highs together.

once the two of you had washed up, you both practically fell into bed, exhausted from the party and after party festivities you took part in. “goodnight baby,” minghao whispered from behind, spooning you. “goodnight hao,” you smiled and held his arms around you tighter. “this might sound crazy, but…” his voice trailed off. “…could we maybe do something that that again?” you basically scoffed at him before turning around to face him on your side. “hao, i’ve been trying to get you to roleplay with me forever. duh we can do that again,” you said with sarcastic attitude. he kissed you on the forehead and chuckled, “i love you.” you kissed him on the lips this time, “i love you too.”

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UGGGGGGGHHHHHHH SO GOOD?! i physically can’t anymore LOL I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU ALL TO READ HER FICS THEY ARE SO GOOD. i’m about to repost another as well😌💅

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wake up, sunshine | c.sc

somno + breeding kink with seungcheol

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: smut, est. relationship

wc: ~1.2k (again… not proofread)

synopsis: morning sex w seungcheol and yall lowkey want babies but you also don’t (rn).

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a/n: 11am on the due date… HELP you guys please i know this is MID as FUCK!! i have zero motivation right now for this, but i wanted to put something out. i’ll come back one day w a better cheol fic to make up for this tiny thing ): also there’s a lot of “fuck”s in this idk… what happened. oh and one last thing…

SM SUPPORTS BULLYING!

it was just past 7am. the crisp fall breeze whispered through the bedroom window, nipping seungcheol on his shoulder. his eyes fluttered open as he rolled over onto his back. he stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds before looking to his right side where you were still lying fast asleep. a soft smile crept onto his face as he watched your peaceful form rise and fall with each breath. he reached his arm out to tuck your hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. he shifted onto his side to admire you more comfortably, never growing bored of this hobby. uninterrupted, getting to stare at the beauty in front of him that he was lucky enough to call “mine”.

unless you had an early shift, seungcheol was always awake before you. always exhausted from work, you loved to milk your sleep for all it was worth, whereas your boyfriend would prefer to start his days early. you’d normally wake up an hour after him to the smell of bacon permeating the air in your room.

however, this morning was different.

“fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, nowhere near loud enough to wake you. something about the way your nose had a slight pink tint from the open window, the way your hair was draped beautifully behind you, and the way he could catch a glimpse of your chest down the top of the comforter had his cock trying to break free from his boxers. you looked… devine. in your sleep, you rolled onto your back, and seungcheol took it as an opportunity to get some early breakfast.

he couldn’t help himself. he ducked under the covers, moving himself in between your legs. even in pitch blackness, he knew your body like the back of his hand. he effortlessly moved his arms under your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding them tightly. he gave your inner thighs a couple soft kisses before kitten licking your clit. gentle enough to not startle you, but the feeling so blissful nonetheless, you start shifting your hips slightly under his hold. seungcheol smiled against your core before using an arm to lift the comforter up to see your angelic face already looking down at him. “wake up, sunshine,” he cooed before taking your clit into his mouth, still maintaining eye contact. you gasped at the sudden warmth, in contrast to your now cold, exposed skin. “ch-cheol, what’re you doing?” you giggled out. you don’t even remember falling asleep fully naked but, whatever. you’re currently glad you did.

“having an appetizer before breakfast,” he stated very matter of fact. “i woke up extra hungry, i guess,” he shrugged with a tender smile on his face.

you giggled again before running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands to hint that you wanted his face up here with yours, and (even tho his tongue was magic) something else between your legs. your boyfriend couldn’t help his sweet nature, though. as he crawled on top of you, eyes locked on yours, he whispered, “you have the prettiest eyes baby,” before attacking your lips with his. when he pulled away you smiled, “imagine if we made little me’s… ya know… my eyes and stuff…” he chuckled at your flushed cheeks and flustered demeanor. were you trying sweet talk him? dirty talk him? your half-asleep brain had no idea, but he knew exactly what you were getting at.

he hummed before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck... he lingered there, leaving tender, wet kisses on your skin. the softness of it all slowly sending you back off into your dreams. “cheol…” you whispered, almost completely asleep. seungcheol pulled away from your neck, once again hovering over you. he smiled at your sleepy face. knowing that he was soothing your body so well that he’d sent you back to sleep was making his cock swell up with even more need. he loved taking care of you in every way. he lived for it. he craved your happiness. when you were satisfied, so was he.

he reached his hand down to grab his cock from his boxers, inhaling sharply at the contact. he rubbed his tip lightly up and down your entrance, smearing a mix of your slick and his spit all over your cunt. he pushed himself inside of you with a low, quiet groan in hopes to not disturb you too much. you squirmed a bit, definitely not asleep, but still too tired and relaxed to open your eyes. “mmmph cheol…”

seungcheol sluggishly started thrusting in and out of you, his hand moving up to cup your face. “are you awake yet, sunshine?” he breathed. “uh uh,” you whimpered, smiling softly with your eyes still closed. “gotta fuck you awake then hm?” he smirked before picking up his pace. you moaned out at his increased determination to get you both off out of nowhere. in no time, seungcheol’s hips were snapping into yours and he was demanding you to look him in the eyes as he wrecked you from the inside out. his voice started to raise in pitch. “do you feel me in there, love? f-feel me all in your stomach hm? god~ -m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah?” he panted, resting his forehead on yours. “y-yes p-please cheol, please… breed me” you pleaded, fully awake at this point. seungcheol’s hips stuttered. he had to stop himself. “fuuuck,” he growled at your words. he started thrusting in and out of you again, far more brutal than before. “such a good girl. so g-good begging for me to breed you huh? p-pump you full of my cum? fuck~” he panted out, chasing his high. you were right behind him, the knot in your tummy ready to snap at any moment. “ch-cheol i’m gonna cum,” you cried out, screwing your eyes shut, arching your back. you crying his name, pressing your tits up against him… he was done for. “fuck~” he moaned out pushing his cock all the way inside you, filling you up completely.

morning showers weren’t your thing, but you had no choice this morning. you and cheol were both a mess.

“so,” cheol started from inside the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of food. your eyes admiringly watching him cross over to the dining table where you were. “you want babies hm?” he asked in a teasing tone. you chuckled grabbing the plate from him, then he sat with his. “i mean yeah one day… not now, though,” you poked at a piece of scrambled egg with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. “that’s too bad..” cheol jokingly sighed. “too bad?” you raised an eyebrow. “yeah… i don’t know i got like… a warm fuzzy feeling over the thought of little yous running around.” you beamed at his words. “that’s called a paternal instinct,” you giggled, then you continued, “and i’m glad you have one.” you reached over the table patting him on his head.

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so beautiful | christian yu

exhibitionism (on the tour bus) and creampie w dpr ian

pairing: christian yu x reader

genre: est. relationship, smut, always have that little bit of fluff at the end you already know

wc: ~1.9k (haven’t proofread a single kinktober what’s good)

synopsis: ian had had enough of your teasing on tour, and he needs to do something about it. (these summary’s are so half assed but like bro these are all straight smut like what more do you want from me sigh LOL)

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a/n: hey luvlies so again, out super late but STILL THE RIGHT DATE :3 i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. i hate it. ill def write a better christian fic in the future bc this is my man fr. also, mc may or may not call ian daddy once in a taunting way… that’s it tho. only once .-. okay mwah! bye <3

you rolled over to face the window and admire the way the sun rose right into christian’s side of the tour bus this morning. “beautiful isn’t it?” he mumbled, now also rolling over to hold you. “very,” you hummed, wiggling your ass against him trying to get closer to him which… wasn’t possible. he pressed his body against yours and you felt his cock against your ass, growing in response. “don’t start,” he warned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “start what?,” you played dumb and pushed against him again. “baby..” he groaned into your neck. “you’ve done this every morning since tour started and i’m getting fed up.”

expecting him to huff out a defeated breath and walk off to the bathroom like normal, you kept wiggling against him. instead of his sulky, too-tired-to-be-horny behavior however, he bit into your neck lightly making you whimper. “i told you i’m fed up. now, knock it off before i fuck the brat out of you for anyone on, or around this damn bus to hear,” he growled at a hushed volume. you whined at his words, so shocked, you were unable to respond coherently. christian acting in such a way wasn’t out of the ordinary by any means. you’re a brat with him through and through and he always took care of you however he saw fit. but… on the bus? with all of his friends and team mere feet away (so you both thought) from you guys, nothing but a curtain separating your bed from theirs’? you never thought he’d have the gaul to do anything about your bratty behavior here.

“oh yeah?” you taunted breathily, risking one last push against him with your ass.

he reached up, his tattooed hand grabbing your throat. “alright you fucking deviant, you wanna play so bad, get down there,” he demanded.

“b-but ian what about-“

“everyone else? well you obviously don’t care. do you?” he squeezed at your throat. “hm?”

“i- fuck,” you choked out, struggling to speak.

“you started this shit, darling. and now you’re gonna finish it.”

he let go of your neck and you knew you had to make your way down to his cock or else things wouldn’t end well for you. getting on top of him then inching your way down his body, you never broke eye contact. “fuck y/n, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed cupping your face. you just smiled and began to shimmy his sweats down along w his boxers. he let out a muffled groan when you took him into your cold hand, pumping him slowly. “be a doll and put it in your fucking mouth, would you?” you both were lucky that the sound of the bus’s a/c was loud enough to drown his voice and your noises out for anyone who may be there to hear.

you took all of him in your mouth in one go, christian subconsciously groaning out at the sudden sensation. while slowly bobbing your head up and down, you hummed around his cock making him twitch in your mouth. “god you’re so good for me, love. fuck- need to fuck you.” he mumbled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and lightly pulling you off of him with a pop. lips swollen and pink with drool covering your chin, you smirked up at him, knowing how crazy things were about to get.

again, you never would’ve thought that christian would be brave enough to do anything about your bratty behavior on the bus with everyone around. however, now that he’d started something, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you both were satisfied. it didnt matter if anyone would be able to hear, or see.

“come here gorgeous,” he growled as you started climbing up his body to straddle him. he reached an arm up to your neck to bring you down closer to him. “it’s already a tight fit in here, so stay close, yeah?” he panted. he sounded almost… needy, and you were loving it. “yeah?” you started grinding your clothed cunt against his exposed cock. “is that what you want, daddy?” you taunted, knowing damn well he wasn’t the one in charge in this moment. his breath hitched as his eyes pierced into yours. “no space between us hm?” you dipped your head down into the rook of his neck leaving open mouthed kisses all over. “fuck baby, yes. yes please,” the nickname you’d just given him really got to him, especially with the situation making it so ironic. you had a grip on him right now, and he knew it.

“ian?” yongwoo’s voice came from above. “uh- y-yeah?” christian stuttered out. you began to grind down on him harder, making it nearly impossible to keep his composure. “watcha doing down there buddy?” he asked, peaking down and slightly opening the curtain. both yours and christian’s heads whipped to where yongwoo was already gawking. you smiled at him and christian could barely manage to even make eye contact with him. “hi woo,” you said innocently. he chuckled as if this were a regular occurrence, “hey y/n.” you felt christian’s cock twitch against you. was he actually enjoying this? he then cleared his throat, “dude, do you mind?” you now knew he was faking his annoyance. “mo just texted. he’s out grabbing breakfast with everyone. you guys want anything?” yongwoo asked looking away. “hmmm…” you pondered for a moment, christian actually growing a bit irritated because all he wanted in this moment was to fuck you. “i’ll have some pancakes and hashbrowns please and thank you,” you smiled. “same here,” christian said bluntly. “alright i’ll leave you two… to it.” yongwoo laughed then closed the curtain again, hopping off his bunk to head out. “so are we the only ones in here?!” christian yelled after him. you slowly started grinding down on him again. “go crazy!” yongwoo yelled back, closing the door behind him.

“alright, you brat,” christian spat, “get off.” now that you two were alone… you were a bit scared. (in an exhilarating way of course) you got off, laying down next to him without even being told to. he sat up as much as he could in the crammed bunk space, “roll over,” he demanded. you did so, rolling onto your tummy beneath him. with his free hand (his other arm holding himself up) christian pulled down your underwear past your ass, then wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling them up so your ass was slightly elevated and pressed against his pelvis. he winced, and you moaned at the feeling of his cock sliding between your thighs, and grazing your wet cunt. “ian, please fuck me,” you whined with your cheek pressed against his pillow. “patience dear,” he whispered in your ear. he reached down to line himself up with your cunt, slipping himself into you with ease. “fuck!” you whimpered and he groaned in unison when he bottomed out. he started fucking you without hesitation. the sound of his skin clapping against yours. within seconds, the window next to you two started fogging up from your collective body heat. “o-open the curtain up,” you choked out between whimpers. “oh i see,” christian pushed it open upon your request. “want the window to clear up so everyone can see me ruin your sopping cunt,” he grunted not slowing down his pace. you honestly were just getting too hot, but you didn’t have the energy to argue back right now. and… christian bringing up that point lit a fire inside your tummy. you hadn’t even took into consideration the fact that with the way the sun was hitting the window, if anyone at the stop was walking close enough, they could look in and faintly see you getting railed by your boyfriend.

“fucking hell it’s too crammed in here,” christian breathed before pulling out of you and stepping out of the bunk. he grabbed your hips and turned you so your lower half came off the bed and your knees rested on the floor. he then got on his knees too and started pounding into you again, this time with more intent. suddenly, your phone started buzzing. “momo” lit up your screen. “pick it up,” christian said in a low tone, slowing down his movements, but not stopping. you cleared your throat then accepted the call.

“h-hello?” you choked out.

“oh shit i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“n-no you didn’t it’s okay.”

“okay… well we’re all gonna eat here at the restaurant. it’s right around the corner from the rest stop. you guys want to meet us there?”

“ian?” you tried to ask innocently, so hyungmo wouldn’t suspect anything. “do you want to e-eat there with them?” christian slightly sped up his movements, “we’ll be there in 10!” he answered directly to him. you were biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed trying to keep yourself quiet.

“okay, sick! see you guys soon.”

*beep beep beep*

you threw your phone down and flopped your cheek back down on the bed while christian started fucking you back into the bunk in a feral manner. “we better hurry up then, huh?” he said smugly. you began to cry out and moan as a knot started to suddenly form in your tummy. you looked up and out the window in a haze. you slowly started to make out yongwoo walking back toward the tour bus, still quite a bit of distance away. struggling to speak, you simply whimpered “y-yongwoo,” trying with all your strength to lift an arm to point out the window. “i say you have a minute to cum,” he said pointedly, reaching an arm around to start rubbing circles on your clit. “fuck!” you screamed out, throwing your face into the bed. the knot in your tummy tightened and tightened. your body suddenly started shaking your orgasm quickly ripped through your body. “good fucking girl,” christian groaned fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his mere seconds after.

yongwoo was now almost to the bus and you started to panic, coming down from your high. christian slowly pulled himself out of you, then quickly covered your cream filled cunt back up with your underwear. “keep it in during breakfast,” he whispered gently from behind you, kissing you on your cheek like nothing happened. as if you’re not still bent over his bed, fucked out. he grabbed you from under your arms like a child and hoisted you up. you turned around to face him, his arms hovering around you in case you stumbled. “i love you,” you cooed through half lidded eyes. he kissed your forehead, “i love you more.” you leaned in, capturing him in a soft, but deep kiss. when you pulled away you beamed, “love you most!” before quickly walking over to wear your clothes were stored, grabbing sweats.

as you were stepping into your second pant leg, yongwoo walked in. “oh thank god,” he sighed, seeing you both almost fully dressed. “ian, put a shirt on,” he joked before grabbing his sweatshirt off the couch at the front of the bus. “it’s also a little cold so, sweatshirts too,” he suggested before walking off the bus again.

you both looked at each other, shrugging knowing you’d both go out in t-shirts to cool down.

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sweet release | p.wb

bdsm with wonbin

pairing: park wonbin x reader

genre: smut, pure filth

wc: ~2.2k (not proofread again i’m sorry)

synopsis: wonbin always thinks it’s funny to eye fuck you when you’re both out with his friends, when there’s nothing you can do about it. but as soon as you two get home, he always knows what to expect.

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a/n: this was supposed to post at 8am idk what happened BUT upon writing this one, overstimulation and a mommy kink also crept their way in… binnie also drools…. takes awhile to get there :3 but thank you hoshi bestie ( @iluvhoshi )for pretty much being the reason this fic even came to be (she gave me the drooling wonbin idea) also!!! sorry the “bdsm” part of this doesn’t last long. i love touching :3

“w-where’d you go?”

“relax binnie, i’m just grabbing something,” you giggled softly, grabbing the pink wand from your underwear drawer. he whined in response, impatiently waiting for you to return with whatever you had in store for him.

when you turned back around, you took in the sight in front of you before walking back to him. there laid your boyfriend, chest rising and falling rather heavily, wrists cuffed to either side of the headboard, a blindfold impairing his vision, his mouth slightly agape, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead, and his dick painfully hard hovering over his tummy.

“fuck,” you sighed as you made your way to him. you crawled onto the bed slowly to torture your already wrecked boyfriend. you sat on your knees right in between his legs.

“mmm baby p-please~ please touch me..” his voice was so weak and full of desperation that you started to actually feel bad for the torment.

you decided to turn on the toy.

“w-what’s-“ before he could finish his question you leaned over his body and took the toy to his neck. a sharp gasp escaped his wet, swollen lips. you started to graze the pink device down the center of his chest, then steadily zig zagged it across his tummy as he squirmed through the whole process. you then stopped right before getting to the place he needed you most. he whimpered while trying to buck his hips in the direction of the vibration.

“ah ah ah not so fast. a greedy whore like you doesn’t deserve to be pleased so easily.” you hissed.

“b-but please y/n i told you im sorry like a m-million times! i won’t mess with you like that ever again i promise!” lies. he would continue to eye-fuck you while you and all his friends hung out, and you’d continue to punish him every time.

sighing, you moved the toy down his pelvis, directly to his balls making him cry out a “fuck!” before repeatedly thanking you like a fiend getting his fix.

“i know you’re lying, so you’re lucky i love you huh?” you taunted, hovering above him. hearing how close you were, he lunged up in a pathetic attempt to kiss you. you avoided him entirely just to dip your head down, attacking his neck. he lolled his head back giving you full access.

once satisfied with the amount of hickies you left, you made your way down his chest. you left wet kisses all over him, stopping to suck on his nipples a couple times, each time pulling a mewl out of the fucked out boy. completely fucked out, and you hadn’t even gotten to touch him yourself yet.

with that thought you turned off the toy and tossed it aside. before wonbin could testify to this, you took his length into your mouth with one motion causing him to nearly growl. “mmph f-fuck baby” wonbin breathed, aggressively pulling at the restraints. “let me hold your hair back for you please” he begged, craving to touch you in any way that he could.

“only because you asked so nicely.” you muttered before straddling his abs to reach the cuffs. you didn’t want to admit it but you were craving his touch too… as well as his glossy eyed gaze.

after unbuckling the cuffs, you slowly took his blindfold off. his eyes didn’t have to adjust to the light of the room to realize you were sat atop him with nothing but your silk panties on. his hands shot forward, immediately grabbing at your chest, massaging the flesh. you instinctively leaned forward and allowed his mouth access to your tits. as euphoric as his mouth felt against your skin though, you quickly snapped out of it knowing you couldn’t let him have his way. you grabbed his throat and nearly slammed him back against the headboard.

“and what the fuck do you think you’re doing, binnie?”

“i-i’m sorry i- i wasn’t thinking,” he choked out.

“clearly.”

you moved down, back onto your knees in between his legs. before going in with your mouth, you grabbed his shaft tightly. not enough to hurt, but enough to get his undivided attention. “now binnie, are you gonna be a good little toy for me?” you questioned cocking an eyebrow.

“yes, yes i promise baby i’ll be a good toy for you,” he babbled. “good kitty,” you tested before taking him back in your mouth. the twitch of his dick and groan that escaped his chest told you he definitely liked the nickname you’d just given him.

he grabbed all your hair in one hand, giving his all to not guide your head up and down. he knew that with any slight pressure from him, you’d stop your actions immediately.

you swirled your tongue around wonbin a couple more times just to see his face swoon over you committing such acts. now, you needed to move on to take care of the slick gathering in your underwear.

you lifted off his cock with a pop and looked up at him with lustful eyes, pumping him with your fist.

“would you like to help me with something, kitty?” you whined, tilting your head to rest it against his thigh.

“a-anything, fuck- what is it baby?” you stopped your movement with your hand to get back up onto your knees, this time spreading them more to expose the wet spot forming at your core. you grabbed his hand, bringing it to cup your pussy. “this~” you gently rubbed against his palm. the boy nodded with such vigor, you couldn’t help but giggle.

you then got back on top of him, mounting his cock with your wet, silk covered cunt. you moved yourself back and forth against his length a couple times.

“m- mah~ fuck~” wonbin whined, hesitant with his words. “say it,” you demanded, grinding down even harder on his cock. you knew what he wanted to say and you were okay with it, though he’d never called you the name before. “cmon, pretty boy,” you cooed reaching down to cup his face, grazing your thumb over his swollen lips. they parted slightly, still skeptical even with your evident eagerness radiating from your body. you leaned forward, your noses nearly touching, and slipped your thumb into his mouth. he eagerly began sucking on it before you spoke. “say it,” you whispered again. he opened his mouth and you pulled your thumb from it, now grazing his cheek. “m-mommy p-please,” he whimpered. the words went straight to your core.

tempted to move your underwear to the side and start fucking him then and there, you managed to control yourself. “please what, binnie?” you asked, faking your confusion. you trailed your hand down his face, his neck, then to his chest. “f-fuck me mommy pretty please,” he panted, overwhelmed from your touch. “christ binnie… i could just eat you whole,” you groaned out before dipping your head down, capturing his swollen lips in a desperate kiss. wonbin started to fumble with you underwear, trying to move it to the side. instead, you pulled away and got off the bed making him whine. “oh shutup,” you scolded as you turned around and pulled your underwear down dramatically bending over, putting yourself on full display for your boyfriend. “mfff mommy..” he moaned behind you and you heard the bed shift. before you could turn around, wonbin was gripping your hips while quickly leaving your ass covered in open mouthed kisses, knowing this wouldn’t last long. and he was right.

you reached behind your back, smacking his hand hard enough to startle him. he frantically scrambled back to the position he was in before against the head board. “i-im so sorry please i couldn’t help it y-you just looked-”

“shutup binnie,” you growled as you crawled back on top of him, your lips colliding with even more passion than before if possible. your tongues beautifully danced in tandem as his hands wandered back down to your ass, kneading at the skin in a pathetic attempt to pull your body even harder down on his. you slid yourself along his cock, basically fucking him between your cunt and his stomach. when you pulled away, you both looked down at the sticky mess you caused. you two also noticed the precum dripping from his tip onto his tummy. “m-mommy…” wonbin whimpered, looking up at you with blown out pupils.

you let your gazes bore into the other’s for a moment longer before giving him one last kiss, turning yourself around to sit on his cock backwards. his hands reached out to grip your ass as you moved your hand down, lining him up with your entrance. you stifled out a moan, in contrast to your boyfriend becoming a whining mess as you started moving up and down on his dick.

not even a minute into this position, and wonbin was already holding back the knot in his tummy from snapping. you weren’t oblivious to this as his moans went up in pitch each time you came back down on him. the grip he had on your ass became painful when he panted, “d-don’t wanna cum yet mmmph please-” his breath hitched, his fingers twitched, and his eyes screwed shut. “fuck!” he choked out. “cumming so soon, binnie?” you teased, still milking his cock. “and without permission?” you lifted off of him, his cum dripping from your cunt making an even bigger mess on his tummy. “you’re a fucking mess, aren’t you binnie?” you taunted. when you turned back around, the joke was on you.

you boyfriend was laid in front of you completely fucked out. his cock still hard, his eyes heavy, his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his lips parted with… drool coming out of his mouth? he felt you staring at his mouth and licked his lips as if that’d clean up the saliva leaking out. and suddenly, you were the mess. wonbin mistook this as an opportunity to overstep however, “look who the f-fucking mess is now.” his voice was suddenly deeper than before. he looked no less pathetic, though. wasting no time, you immediately sunk yourself back down onto him. he winced at the overstimulation, having still not recovered from his recent orgasm. “at least i didn’t cum in less than two minutes,” you spit, your pace far faster than before, desperate to chase your own high this time. you stabilized yourself with your hand on his neck. tears started to gather at the edges of wonbin’s eyes. “binnie?” you were barely concerned, knowing he was okay. “-m okay k-keep- fuck going.” he mewled. so you did.

you moved your hand from his neck up to his face. you squeezed his cheeks slightly before running a thumb over the drool that was still running down is chin. he looked at you with such admiration as you made his cock more and more sore by the minute. you finally felt a knot suddenly start to form in your tummy. “say it binnie,” you growled as you sat up on him, now stabilizing yourself with your hands on his chest, your head thrown back in pure bliss.

“say w-what?” he replied playing dumb. you were quick to look down at the mess of a human below you. “you know what,” you deadpanned through gritted teeth. wonbin’s hand reached out, finding your clit as he started rubbing circles over it with his thumb. “i don’t know what… but does this feel good, mommy?” he said in a condescending tone. he could be such a pest sometimes, knowing exactly what makes you weak. “mmph fuck binnie~ don’t talk to me like that,” you hardly warned. you were mere seconds away from falling apart and so was he.

his tone shifted slightly, becoming more dominant in nature. “c-cum for me mommy p-please.” the contrast of his demanding voice with his desperate words sent you over the edge. “ah~ binnie,” you whined, falling forward with your head in his neck. wonbin immediately took over, grabbing your hips to hold you in place as he fucked himself into you with determination, letting you both ride out your highs. how he had the stamina for this after all you’d put him through tonight, you had no idea. (quite frankly, neither did he)

once you'd both caught your breath, you lifted your head up from his neck, looking his face up and down with a tired smile. he too had a soft smile painted on his face, his half lidded eyes not straying from yours, watching you watch him. “i can’t believe i’d never thought to call you that before,” he whispered. you giggled, “took you long enough.” he rolled his eyes playfully before changing the subject.

“so… how are we gonna get up to clean this up without making an even bigger mess…” he trailed off. you fell back into his neck, groaning. he just chuckled moving a hand up to your hair to stroke it. he kissed you on the top of your head, “goodnight, princess.”

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dude i can’t- this was too good what

impatient | j.ww

humiliation kink with wonwoo

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader (jeonghan and mingyu are featured. dk has a brief role)

genre: established relationship au, smut, fluff if you squint

wc: ~2.9k not proofread

synopsis: wonwoo is gaming shirtless... and you need jesus fr (so does he) (also so do mingyu and jeonghan)

!other kinktober fics!

“yes! fuck you, gyu, i got your ass.”

your boyfriend, wonwoo, wasn’t a particularly talkative guy outside of when you two were alone, but when he was playing video games?

“ha, seokmin, you miss- DUDE! man fuck you hannie…”

he still however, kept his voice low and relatively calm like it normally is, other than the occasional surprise snipe or proud victory.

you loved to sit back and watch your boyfriend fuck his friends up virtually. normally enjoying the entertainment kicked back on the sofa that sat almost alongside wonwoo’s desk in your two’s gaming room. the sofa particularly placed for you to be able to comfortably watch wonwoo from afar, but close enough that he can turn his chair and give you deep kisses between rounds. or you’d play stardew valley behind him. you getting so deep in your farming duties, he has to give you a gentle “baby” to get your attention. you always smile up at him to give him a quick peck before turning your attention back to watering your crops.

tonight though, wonwoo was missing his shirt due to you stealing it off of his body before he sat down to game, and you were feeling painfully salacious. each kiss he gave you, you pushed down on your knees more, pushing yourself closer toward your him. him in turn stretching his arm out to cup your face and intensify the kiss. by the third kiss tonight, he’d given you your first warning. “baby, if you keep acting out,” kiss, “i’m gonna act up,” you two giggling at his lame lingo.

“maybe i want you to,” you softly chuckled against his lips. he nearly growled in response, harshly pressing his lips to yours. “no you don’t,” his voice was sharp and serious. your breath hitching naturally as a response to his dark tone. he pulled his hand away from your face, and turned his attention back to the screen. you groaned.

you leaned toward him, one arm holding yourself up on the edge of the couch, your other hand stretched out to shamelessly grab wonwoo’s growing bulge in his sweats. he whipped his head to you in shock. his gaze quickly turned sinister, turning off his mic before he spoke, “y/n, stop.” he deadpanned, then turned his mic back on.

“but wonu...” you whimpered. you were so blindly desperate, you didn’t think before following through w your next series of actions. you blatantly ignored your boyfriend’s wishes, standing up off the couch to take a step over wonwoo’s chair and sit yourself right there on his lap. you rested your hands on his chest, then dipped your head down, latching your lips onto his neck. “y/n please,” he breathed throwing his head back. “i told you to stop, and the round is about to st-”

“uhhh, woo turn your mic off,” jeonghan suggested.

“sorry,” he cleared his throat, then grabbed your neck firmly, pulling you away from his neck, his other hand reaching to his headset to mute the mic again. “y/n, go sit.” he demanded. you couldn’t help but comply with your boyfriend’s request. you sat yourself down pretty on the corner of the couch, on your knees. hands resting atop your thighs, and a frown worn on your face.

“good, pretty baby,” he played with a piece of your hair between his fingers, then once again, turned his mic back on.

he turned back to the bright screen, pushing his glasses up as he spoke, “alright, are you guys ready to fucking die?” he chuckled.

you however, were not amused. you needed wonwoo, but that obviously wasn’t happening anytime soon. desperate times called for desperate measures, and desperate you were. for anything.

you slowly leaned onto the back of the couch, your bent knees opening to expose your already wet core, barely covered by your insanely sheer, lace panties. wonwoo’s shirt you were wearing was draped over your body like a blanket due to its baggy nature. you bunched it up with one arm, holding the balled up fabric against your chest. you grazed your other hand along the hem of your underwear. you sighed, then choked out a filthy moan as you dipped your finger under the fabric, applying pressure to the bundle of nerves between your legs.

wonwoo swallowed hard, not allowing himself to fall for your tactics. he couldn’t let you distract him right now, even if you were doing the thing wonwoo hated most: touching yourself without his permission.

“you fucking bitch,” he mumbled. you knew he was talking to you, but his friends would be none the wiser. they just assumed he was cursing about a mistake he made in his hideout. you let him get a couple kills in before escalating your actions.

“wonu.. help me please,” you whispered to him. you slipped a finger inside of yourself with ease. “mmmph please wonu…” your voice became a whimper.

“fuck” he swore under his breath. he got sniped. “yeah yeah gyu whatever,” he spat out before taking his headset off and leaving it on his keyboard. he stood up, turning to hover over your slutted out form. “what the fuck are you doing?” he questioned in a harsh tone. you opened your legs even wider, pulling your underwear to the side with your free hand, to show him what your busy hand was up to. “relieving some t-tension,” you spoke in a condescending manner, as if to say, “isn’t it fucking obvious?”

your attitude sent him over the edge. he quickly turned around just enough to grab his headset, then turned back to kneel onto the sofa with one knee, placing the device on your head. you immediately stopped what you were doing. frozen in place not wanting to choke out an embarrassing noise for his friends to hear.

“go on,” he smirked and crossed his arms. you laid there unmoving. “what… cat got your tongue?” he mocked.

you still hadn’t fully processed what wonwoo had just done before he crawled forward, one hand on the back of the sofa next to your head, the other moving your hand to the side to replace it with his own. he started rubbing fast yet gentle circles on your clit as his body loomed over yours. you threw your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from allowing any moans to escape through your lips and into the ears of your boyfriend’s friends. he then briefly lifted his hand from your core to rip your hand off of your face before going back to what he was doing. “oh no you don’t, why don’t you tell everyone how badly you wanted this? how you are so desperate to be ruined, that you’re willing to humiliate yourself in front of them to get your way.” you couldn’t manage to do any more than choke out a “wonu~”

wonwoo’s little patience he had left patience snapped… he needed to put you in your place. “cmere,” he said more to himself than to you as he stopped all action with his fingers and grabbed your waist, effortlessly moving your body to the open part of the couch, away from the back of it so you had more space. “turn over. all fours,” he commanded. you obliged. you rested on your hands and knees, your ass facing your fully erect boyfriend who got on his knees behind you. he pulled your underwear down over your ass, then pulled his sweats and underwear down to his thighs. he took his cock in his hand, moving himself forward to poke and prod at your entrance like the devilish tease he was. you could’ve screamed at him to slam himself into you in that moment.

but, you didn’t want to be heard by jeonghan, mingyu, or seokmin. instead, you just moved your ass backward, sinking your cunt down around his length almost completely. you had maybe 2 inches left to go when he harshly shoved the rest of himself inside you, causing you to yelp. you quickly threw your face down into the couch hoping that the headphones would fly off due to the force, but lo and behold… true gamer quality. the headset might as well have been glued on to you. you kept your face buried in the blanket that draped over the couch, biting down on it to muffle any potential sounds. you could hear the boys in the call all questioning wonwoo and what was going on on his end of the call. you were too dazed to pinpoint full sentences though.

wonwoo pulled himself out of you painstakingly slow before slamming back into with even more force than before. you whimpered into the blanket, the pain of wonwoo starting to fuck you with no prep very evident.

“head up,” wonwoo scolded. “tell them what’s going on hm? i hear them asking.” you slowly brought yourself back up on your hands. you pressed your lips together, focusing on steadying your breathing through your nose to avoid making any noise. just then, wonwoo set a vigorous pace against your throbbing core. you unwillingly moaned out, quick to close your mouth right after as you struggled to hold the rest of your noises in.

“uhhhh… woo?” the voice sounded like mingyu’s.

“answer him.” wonwoo commanded, not slowing his pace. you didn’t answer mingyu. instead, you shakily moved a hand up to adjust mic upward on the headset so you could quietly speak to wonwoo. “wonu~” you whined softly. “p-please don’t make me talk to them.” he stopped his movements immediately. he leaned down to take one side of the headset off your ear to talk to you in a hushed tone. “baby, if you actually want me to stop, please use your safe word…” you paused for a moment, contemplating his words. on one hand, the embarrassment was making your face burn, your eyes nearly well up with tears, and your mind spin. on the other hand, the thrill of someone else hearing the way wonwoo absolutely ruins you made your heart race. besides, they were his online gamer friends that you, nor him interact with in person, so it’s not like you’d have to ever deal with this humiliation face to face…

“mmmmno. keep going please,” you whispered. wonwoo let out a quiet groan before speaking again, “as you wish, gorgeous.” with that, he placed the headphones fully onto your head again, and fell right back into his torturous ways.

wonwoo wasted no time, fucking you so hard and fast, you fell forward with your face now buried in the blanket again.

“pick yourself back up sweetheart. this is what you wanted right? for me to fuck you senseless? couldn’t even wait- fuck~ 30 minutes for our session to be over.” you pushed yourself back up, mouth still closed as you instinctively tried not to moan out loud. the forces of wonwoo’s thrusts however, made that nearly impossible.

he then reached out, positioning the mic on the headset back down in front of your face. “open your mouth baby, let them hear how pretty you sound for me,” wonwoo panted. he reached his right hand forward to shove two fingers into the side of your mouth, prying it open. the feeling of wonwoo’s fingers in your mouth alone made you weak. you couldn’t control the whimper that ripped through your throat. “there you go, kitten,” his thrusts turning from animalistic to beastly at the sound of your voice, “let them hear you.”

you couldn’t help yourself. he broke you. you reluctantly became a wailing mess over his cock.

“i- oh fuck,” jeonghan choked out. “damn,” mingyu breathed. “EW WONWOO WHAT THE FUCK?” screamed seokmin who immediately left the call. “uh… i’ll take him out of the game,” jeonghan stated. through hooded eyes, you looked up at wonwoo’s monitor and watched as his character got booted to the home screen. “i’m uh… im just gonna…” mingyu trailed off. your eyes moved to wonwoo’s side monitor that had discord open. you watched as mingyu muted himself in the call, jeonghan mumbling a “bro” as if to judge him, but did the same thing. “fucking pervs,” wonwoo scoffed, dick still railing into you while your arms did little to hold your body up. you were mostly relying on his fingers hooked into your mouth to stabilize you. he sensed your body weakening, so he used his other hand to grab a bundle of your hair, hoisting you up. once your back was flush against his chest, he took that hand and wrapped it around the front of your body, groping one of your tits under your (his) shirt while now focusing on fucking you deeper rather than with vigor. he shoved his fingers further into your mouth with his other hand. “suck on them, pretty,” he moaned out. without a second thought, you swirled your tongue around his fingers before closing your lips around them.

a mix of lewd, wet noises, moans, and whines filled the room. “hope you boys enjoyed your audio show cuz i need her to myself now,” wonwoo stated. mingyu’s mic turned on, “y/n tell him to keep the mic on.” his voice was hoarse. “w-what?” you mumbled, wonwoo’s fingers taking up the majority of your mouth at that moment. jeonghan’s voice came through next, a million octaves deeper than you were used to. “i hate to say it, but i second what gyu said.” you grabbed wonwoo’s hand to move his fingers out of your mouth enough for you to speak. you were a babbling, drooling mess trying to pass the message on to wonwoo between your moans, “woo, th-they want you t-to- mmph~ keep the- nnng fffuck~ mic on.”

“i know, precious. you’re right next to my head,” he laughed. “do you want me to keep it on?” his movements slowing to allow your brain to function enough to think over the question. “y-yes,” you answered.

“alright baby,” wonwoo pulled out of you and you gasped at the sudden emptiness. he spun you around in his arms then softly put you back down on the couch to see your fucked out face laid pretty before him. “fuck y/n” he whispered before barely taking a second to line himself back up to begin fucking you again. the new angle sending you into a spiral. your tummy quickly turned into a knot as your orgasm approached you quicker than you would’ve liked to admit.

your moans intensified, wonwoo hyper aware of every single one that escaped your lips. when he angled himself slightly one way you’d make a higher noise meaning he was doing something right. something better than the last thrust… and the one before that… and the one before that….

“tell me you sick fucks, are you enjoying yourselves?” wonwoo panted, just a few snaps of his hips away from making you fall apart for him, all over his cock. the bruising grip he had on your hips only added to the warmth growing through your body. “yes,” the boys said nearly in unison, their voices sinister. “mmmhmm~” you whined between your pornographic harmonies, passing on the message to wonwoo. “you’re so close aren’t you, gorgeous?” he taunted knowing you wouldn’t answer. “tell her to cum,” wonwoo instructed his friends and your eyes widened. “fuck please cum for me y/n… please,” mingyu choked out, his voice so whiny and desperate. that was all it took. your breath hitched, your back arched, and your orgasm flooded over you like never before. you were barely able to make out jeonghan murmuring “that’s it… what a good girl,” under his breath as you let go.

wonwoo took the headphones off you and tossed them somewhere else on the couch. “that’s enough of them. god you’re so b-beautiful look at you. make a mess all over my cock baby… that’s it.” he mostly whined as his own orgasm took over. he groaned your name and whispered a “fuck” in your ear before his hips stuttered, then his thighs were flush against yours. his cock buried inside of you painting your walls white. you never knew when wonwoo was going to come undone. he always kept his composure until you were finished, wanting to get you off before himself… even when you weren’t necessarily behaving.

you both laid there for a couple moments, his dick softening inside you as you both caught your breath. his arms bent so his skin was still pressed against you, but he wasn’t crushing you with his body weight. “i fucking love you,” you chuckled out, finally breaking the silence. he giggled in your neck making you shudder before pushing himself up to hover above you. “i fucking love you more,” he replied with the most innocent smile delicately painted on his face. he leaned down to give you a tender kiss before getting up to grab a couple wipes that you guys keep handy in one of the drawers by his desk.

after he cleaned you two up, he pulled up his boxers and sweats, then picked up his headphones to speak into the mic. “well obviously i’m done for the night. hope you guys had and have fun.” before they could respond wonwoo leaned over and ended the call with a click to his side monitor. he then exited out of his game and shut off his pc.

“i’m gonna go run us a bath, yeah?” he turned around and leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead as you nodded your head in response. “thank you,” your tone soft and sweet. he gave you one more kiss this time on your lips before getting up to go fill up the bathtub.

tag list: @skzooluvr @jenoslutie @iluvhoshi @map0fthes0ul7 @unlikelysublimekryptonite @goblynnrockz

[skzooluvr]

goodbye i’m going going to be deceased after reading these!

kinktober | 2024

hello luvlies! guess who has decided to participate in kinktober? :3

i will not be doing a post a day, however i do have 6 ideas in the works that i'll be posting throughout the month of october! the posting schedule looks a little something like this:

oct 1st: impatient | jeon wonwoo | humiliation

oct 8th: sweet release | park wonbin | bdsm / toys

oct 15th: wake up, sunshine | choi seungcheol | somno / breeding

oct 22nd: so beautiful | christian yu | exhibitionism / agoraphilia

oct 29th: excuse me, sir? | xu minghao | roleplay

halloween!!: the boy is mine | kim mingyu | pet play

i will be revealing all of the kinks associated with each fic on september 30th!

links to the fics will be added to this post as they come out! i cannot wait for you guys to sink your teeth into these :p

will be making a tag list for these!! leave a comment if you want to be added!! <3

[skzooluvr]

This is by far one of thee BEST fics i have read for seventeen in a while. Please give it a read! It is literally so perfect i-

@hanniesluvr (written by one of the best <3)

drunk in love | yjh

NSFW | MDNI!!

genre: friends -> fwb -> lovers, angst, smut, fluff

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

WC: 6.7k

cw: drinking, angry jeonghan bc i said so, smut, exhibitionism pretty much, spanking, degradation (he calls you a "slut" and "whore" a couple times :3), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, cucking (poor josh but also he had it coming), pet names ("pretty girl", "baby", and "princess"), oral (f rec), little bit of butt stuff, mc has a LOT of internal thoughts/ dialog lol, possessive jeonghan, possessive jeonghan, and possessive jeonghan. lmk if i missed anything !!

synopsis: when a game of truth, dare, or drink with the boys turns to shit (thanks to hoshi and josh), jeonghan has no choice but to prove himself to be the best dick you've ever had ): (SPOILER: he is. oh he most definitely IS the best dick you've ever had)

! nsfw content below the cut. mdni !

you’ve known the boys for years.

you’d met mingyu back in your senior year of highschool. both of you being on the friendly, outgoing side of introversion, he knew he had to introduce you to his rather large group of friends once you guys graduated.

and wow was your life was never the same.

you had a group of down to earth boys (men) who all looked after you like no one else had. a friend group that people could only ever dream of. no one got upset if you chose to hang out with only one of them for a day, rather than the whole group. if you wanted to go out clubbing with your girlfriends, they all knew you had 13 body guard options to call before heading out. and the best part, your best friend of the group might as well be a professional chef. you never had to worry about going hungry or even cooking as long as you had mingyu around.

other than mingyu, you ended up gravitating toward minghao, jihoon, seungcheol, and jeonghan. almost entirely separate, but sometimes you, seungcheol, and jeonghan would go out on a weeknight for some 2am ihop.

the last thing you or anyone else had expected however, was for you and jeonghan to develop a “situationship” of sorts together.

over the last couple months, you both started developing what you thought were strictly sexual feelings toward each other. now, you weren’t so sure. you knew your feelings were turning into something far deeper than just lust, but you quickly tried to shut them down in fear of ruining your initial friendship with him. tried to. you also were terrified to face those feelings because… you had no idea how he felt. other than the occasional secret or rant that he needed to share with you that he couldn’t share with the boys, jeonghan was pretty emotionally reserved. you had NO idea how he actually felt about you beyond friendly and horny.

until that night.

-

truth, dare, or drink was a game that you played with the boys every once in awhile when you guys were feeling frisky. normally, it came to one of your brains once you guys had already been drinking through the night.

in tonight’s game, jeonghan thought it’d be funny to dare jihoon to lean over and give you a kiss. childish. so childish. you could tell he just didn’t have any better idea in his buzzed brain.

“awww don’t be a pussy, jihoon!” jeonghan taunted him. he was leaning backward due to you being sandwiched between the two boys at the table, jihoon to your left, jeonghan to your right.

“nah i’m not touching her, hannie. you’re funny” jihoon chuckled, throwing back the clear liquid.

“heyyyy rude!” you pouted, crossing your arms playfully, a smile threatening to pull at your mouth.

“tsss…” jihoon put down the shot glass. “jeonghan would kill me, y/n” he chuckled. then, “ow!” he yelled, still laughing.

you whipped your head to jeonghan who was… glaring at jihoon? he’d smacked him upside the head and you had no idea why. you thought jihoon making that comment was just to poke fun at the fact that everyone knew you and jeonghan were basically fuck buddies. however, jeonghan didn’t find it very funny for whatever reason. you playfully pushed his face telling him to lighten up. to that he faintly smiled before putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together in front of his face. he looked like a cartoon villain. what was he so upset about?

“anyways…” you were the next to talk. “soonyoung! your turn!” you enthused leaning back in your seat to look at the boy to the right of jeonghan.

soonyoung jumped out of his seat before nearly screaming, “Y/N!”

“oh fuck.” jihoon mumbled looking into his lap. you broke eye contact with soonyoung to look at jihoon in confusion.

“i’m so sorry to do this.” you looked back up at soonyoung. what the fuck is going on?

“man i swear, if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” jihoon stood up from his chair.

“what? i have to ask!”

“no, no you don’t.” jihoon’s voice was threateningly low, and you now thought you had a hunch as to what’s about to happen. your heart started to race.

“is it true that you and hoon hooked up at last year’s halloween party?!”

“i’m gonna beat your fucking ass-“

you pushed your chair out blocking jihoon’s path before he could follow through. you shot your arm out for good measure to make sure he didn’t try to pass you. he silently turned around and sat back in his chair.

when you turned back around to face soonyoung, you couldn’t help but feel jeonghan’s eyes burning holes into you along with everyone else’s.

“dude, why?” you asked in a low tone.

“whaaaat the game was getting boring! i had to spice things up a bit,” he teased putting a hand on his hip before pointing his finger in your face over jeonghan’s head. “now answer the question or take a shot missy. either way, we’ll know the answer.”

you glared at him intensely sitting back down in your chair and quietly saying “it’s true,” before reaching for the shot in front of you and slamming it anyways. you needed it. you felt jeonghan’s eyes on the side of your face and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. you just locked eyes with mingyu across the table, knowing that even with his shock, his gaze would comfort you nonetheless. it worked. his face quickly went from a “what the fuck?” expression to a reassuring “we’ll talk about this later” look.

“ahem”

no.

“that’s interesting,” josh said from the head of the table.

“josh!” you, seungcheol and mingyu yelled at the same time. they also knew what joshua had to have been thinking, and didn’t want you to endure more embarrassment.

“ i thought i was your only little secret,” he said in a condescending tone, crossing his arms.

your face was hot. “it happened years ago josh!” you were yelling from your seat. “and we haven’t talked about it since! why are you even bringing it up? who cares!”

SLAM! you flinched. jeonghan had punched the table.

“i fucking do!” he yelled shooting up from his chair. “while we’re here,” his voice dropped, placing his palms on the table, leaning forward glancing at everyone. “would anyone else like to confess to fucking y/n?”

“jeonghan,” you reached your hand up to rest on his arm and you felt his muscles stiffen.

“it’s not like that,” jihoon followed up, trying to reassure him. jeonghan wouldn’t look at him. “it was over a year ago. it wasn’t important then, and it’s not important now.”

“it still fucking happened,” he looked over his shoulder down at you. “and you didn’t tell me about it.” his tone was laced with what could only be described as anguish.

“doesn’t seem like she’s told anyone,” josh pettily adds before taking a sip of whatever drink he’d made for himself before the game started.

now you were the one to punch the table but you didn’t stand up. “dammit josh! jihoon and i both agreed we’d pretend like it never happened. it was a mistake. and it happened years after you and i hooked up so why would i tell you out of everyone?! i didn’t even tell mingyu!” you were shaking in your seat. your breath rapid as you were hitting the peak of your anger induced high. shitfaced josh didn’t know when to stop. sober josh would never even slightly push anyone’s buttons the way drunk josh was vigorously punching yours right now (and jeonghan’s).

“well it seems you told mingyu and cheol about us, so what’s the reason for that? was i too good to forget?”

before jeonghan could even start to move toward him you stood up, forcefully holding him back by his shoulder. he froze. “josh…” you started, still keeping your hand on jeonghan to make sure he didn’t try anything. “i told them because i was fucking humiliated, and couldn’t believe that i fucked you.” you spat. “is that what you wanted to hear?” you could’ve sworn in that moment, all of jeonghan’s tension shifted to josh because as jeonghan found his way back into his chair, josh stood up. it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

“you’re fucking lying, y/n. i had to have been the best you ever-”

“fucking watch yourself man,” seungcheol warned, also getting out of his seat to defend you and jeonghan, his best friend.

“oh what? did you fuck her too?”

“that’s it!” jeonghan shot back out of his chair charging toward him.

luckily seungcheol was at the chair right next to josh and managed to get to him before jeonghan, stepping in front of him as some sort of human shield. jeonghan stopped in his tracks, mere inches away from his best friend.

“cheol, move.” he growled.

“walk away jeonghan.” seungcheol tried to calm him down.

“i’m not walking the fuck away. move or i’ll move you myself.”

“hannie, it’s not worth it,” you chimed in, making your way to him. “he [josh] isn’t worth it. what we did isn’t worth it.” joshua scoffed at your comment. you tried to ignore him, knowing that if sober josh was in there somewhere, he was telling his drunk self to just shut the fuck up and go along with all of it. although you really were ashamed of that hookup. you guys were like 19 at the time after all.

“look,” jeonghan turns around to face you. “jihoon? i get it. don’t ask me how or why, but it’s not much of a shock to me. i can suck it up over that.” he pointed his arm out behind him straight at josh, still looking at you. “but him? fucking joshua?” his voice nearly breaking at the end.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” josh mumbled.

you and jeonghan ignored him.

“it happened years ago hannie.” it suddenly dawned on you how intense this simple game of truth or dare had turned. as you and jeonghan stared at each other in silence, everyone else waiting for what was gonna happen next, you had a million thoughts running through your mind. why does he care so much ? is it because josh is one of his best friends and he can’t believe josh didn’t tell him? is he… jealous? no. maybe?

it was almost like jeonghan could hear the questions in your head. his face turned into something small and ashamed as he slowly lowered his head looking down at the ground. one last thought was about to run through your head. is he like in lo-

then seungkwan broke the silence, clearing his throat. you both whipped your heads to the other end of the table. everyone else still staring at the two of you. “why don’t we just continue the game. no more stupid bullshit, soonyoung.”

you took a deep breath. “i think i like the sound of that boo,” you held your hand out for jeonghan to take and he did so hesitantly. not until the two of you were fully seated did seungcheol make his way back to his seat. everyone’s eyes moved to josh still standing at the end of table… waiting for him to sit.

“josh?” mingyu spoke up. it was almost like he snapped him out of a trance.

“yeah! yeah let’s keep playing,” he blurted sitting back down.

“alright well i guess it’s my turn then,” seungcheol nervously chuckled. “jun! i dare you to take a shot!”

“what?” jun laughed. collectively the tension in the room withered away as everyone started laughing softly, giving seungcheol confused looks, except for josh. he just sat, straight faced.

“yeah, you’ve barely drank tonight! cmon! either way you have to take a shot soooo…” seokmin added.

“okay okay,” jun smiled while leaning over the table for the bottle.

once he took the shot, everyone carefully looked to joshua who was clearly faking his enthusiasm now. “okay well… i gotta go with y/n!” he said in such a deceptively happy tone, you knew he wasn’t over what had just finally ended for you and literally everyone else at the table.

vernon spoke up for the first time since his last turn probably 15 minutes ago, “please don’t be a dick dude.” he casually took a sip of his drink.

“don’t worry, don’t worryyyy. i just gotta ask her something.”

you watched jeonghan’s face as he stared at his drink in front of him. his jaw was clenched so tight you thought he might shatter his teeth. you put your hand on his thigh under the table to silently tell him you wish josh would shut up just as bad as he did. “why don’t you just leave her alone man?” jeonghan asked calmly not looking away from his glass.

“well i would but there’s just this burning question i have in my head that i can’t shake,” josh was slurring a bit but still thinking about his next words wisely. “y/n,” he was staring into your soul, and you did the same to him, not backing down. “was i not the best you’ve ever had?”

“no,” you immediately answered. “no you weren’t. why do you think i never mentioned it again?” jeonghan smiled to himself looking down in his lap, grabbing your hand that was on his thigh. the gesture was oddly sweet in this bitter situation.

“oh? well then who was the best hm?” josh followed up.

“oh, jeonghan! hands down,” you didn’t even hesitate. his grip on your hand tightened, the grin on his face widening as his eyes stayed locked in his lap. you even heard jihoon softly chuckle behind you.

“bullshit,” josh accused. jeonghan quickly looked up at him, tilting his head ever so slightly. “no way he’s giving it to you better than i did.”

after that comment, everyone collectively started yelling at him to just go to sleep or leave the game, anything to get him to stop his petty remarks. including you. you were still yelling when jeonghan turned to you, cupping your face, “shut the fuck up,” he whispered before grabbing your wrist and forcefully pulling you away from the table. he stopped at the end by josh’s chair.

“fine!” jeonghan exclaimed, silencing everyone. he then leaned in to josh’s ear, “i’ll just let you hear how much better im giving it to her.” and with that jeonghan was dragging you up the stairs at an aggressive pace, not even giving anyone the opportunity to respond.

once you reached the top of the stair case he spun you around in front of him so you were walking backwards. you passed the banister as he started taking off your shirt. your bare chest on display for anyone to see had they looked up from the table down below. you couldn’t care less.

“kiss me,” you whimpered trying not to stumble backward as he’s fondling with the button of your pants. he obeyed, eagerly crashing his lips into yours as you both neared his room. he started turning you to the left and you knew you’d reached your destination. he didn’t push you all the way into his room though.

“if it gets to be too much say ‘stop’,” he breathed before pushing you against his open door and dropping to his knees, immediately pulling your pants down. you stepped out of them without a second thought. is he just gonna fuck me against his open bedroom door?

“fuck!” you gasped out as he dove in after your clothed core. i guess the answer is yes.

“jesus y/n,” he growled moving your underwear to the side. “you’re fucking soaked already,” he continued to lap at your pussy, the annoying fabric now out of the way.

“mmm liked you getting m-mad,” you whispered, not wanting the others to hear your confession. you knew it sounded pathetic.

jeonghan groaned into you in response. you liked him fuming over the thought of someone else fucking you better than he did? if his dick wasn’t pushing to break free from his sweats before, it sure was now.

“fuck, you’re such a slut y/n,” he slurred, now grabbing at your underwear, ripping it on each side down the seams and throwing them right across the hall into josh’s open room.

“hannie what the fuck?” you bemoaned. you’d just bought the lacy fabric the other day for him to admire, not ruin. the fact that he threw them in josh’s room couldn’t be less of a concern to you right now.

he stood up putting his hand around your neck, firmly pressing you against the door. “what?” he asked innocently, taunting you before crashing his lips back into yours. you moaned into the kiss, desperate for him to touch you again.

as if he’d read your mind, he used his free hand to pull down the waistband of his sweats, finally letting his dick breathe. he put his cock in between your legs, basically fucking your thighs. the subtle friction against your clit was enough to send you spiraling. you were over his teasing and torture.

“hannie, please,” you panted.

“please what?” he mocked, still rutting against the heat between your legs.

“please fuck me,” you whined.

it wasn’t good enough for him. “what? i’m sorry baby,” baby? “i don’t think josh can hear you.”

you were suddenly reminded of the circumstances surrounding the current situation you were in. you felt yourself turn beet red.

“remember, you can tell me to stop,” he whispered to you, noticing your complexion.

“no, no don’t stop,” you begged.

he smiled maniacally. “okay. so again, i don’t think josh could hear what you said,” his voice rising in the second half.

“please jeonghan, please fuck me. please!” you cried, knowing damn well that josh and unfortunately, everyone else could hear your desperate words.

“such a good little whore for me aren’t you?” his grip on your neck tightened, his other hand grabbing his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. you lifted your leg to give him easier access.

he pushed past your folds and you winced at the slight stretch, but you fit jeonghan like a glove. ever since the first time you guys had sex it almost felt like you were… made for each other in a way.

“you okay?” he nearly wheezed, trying to hold himself back from going completely animalistic on you in this moment. wanting to claim you as his for everyone to hear… for josh to hear.

fuck josh…

he barely let you nod your head before snapping his hips, thrusting his cock into you so fast you swear you saw stars. the squeal that escaped your throat was something of pure filth and you knew that by this point, josh had to have felt like a fucking idiot for everything he said.

jeonghan moved his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up, your back still flat against his door, his cock buried deep inside you. “i’m going to absolutely ruin you and your pretty little pussy,” he fucked himself deeper into you if that was even possible, “not even gonna be able to walk back down these stairs without my help,” he panted.

“mmmph hannie~” were your last whimpering words before he started brutally fucking himself in and out of your sopping cunt. you were a blubbering mess, whining and crying out like a bitch in heat.

“dammit y/n how are you always this t-tight,” jeonghan groaned before swallowing your sounds in a sloppy, wet kiss. his tongue desperately darted into your mouth to dance with yours and you were more than willing to let it in. your tongues danced together not so elegantly as his dick was thrusting into you with determination, his door thudding against the wall to the rhythm he’d set, and you moaning uncontrollably into his mouth.

you started to wonder what everyone downstairs was doing. especially josh.

“mmm wait wait wait hannie wait,” you put your hands on his shoulders putting enough distance between your bodies just to speak.

“i-i feel bad for everyone downstairs. should we keep doing this?” you whispered, giggling a little as the gravity of the situation really started weighing on you.

“i really don’t give a fuck about everyone downstairs.” he kissed you deeply. “unless it really makes you uncomfortable, then we’ll stop.”

“i’m not really uncomfortable just… feel bad.”

“well don’t. and remember how this all started?”

he was right.

“you’re right,” you threw your arms around his neck, attacking his lips with your own, taking control of the situation.

he let your legs down, now gripping your waist, pulling your naked body closer to him. you spun the two of you around so he was against the door. you pulled away from your kiss to lift his shirt over his head and throw it into his room. you then dropped to your knees, almost mirroring his actions from earlier. you pulled his sweats and underwear down to his ankles and he kicked them off to the side.

“fuck hannie,” you moaned, clenched around nothing as you were eye level with his cock. jeonghan could’ve came just at the sight of you gawking over his dick beneath him.

“y/n as much as i’d love to feel your mouth around me, i need to fuck you properly and i need to do it now,” he cooed cupping your face. he traced his thumb across your lip and you took it into you mouth, sucking on it like a binkie. “fuck, you’re such a fucking slut y/n,” he ripped his hand from your mouth. “on the bed. now.”

you started to stand up but he stopped you, “no, crawl.” you did exactly as you were told and crawled your way to the foot of his bed.

you could predict he’d want you on all fours, but you didn’t want to assume, so you sat on the edge of his bed waiting for further instructions.

“you know how i want you.” he was making his way toward you.

you quickly turned around on your knees and lowered yourself so your face and arms were flat on the bed and your ass was in the air.

when jeonghan got within arms length of your body, without hesitation he slapped your right ass cheek before grabbing it tightly, his left hand doing the same to the other side. you just yelped and balled up the sheets in your fists.

spreading you so wide you thought you might split, he speaks again. “there’s so much more of you that i want to explore, y/n,” he mumbled lining himself up with your aching core once again.

“s-so explore me, jeonghan,” your voice was rather shaky as you waited for his cock to be shoved into you at any moment.

“fuck baby…” baby again? you didn’t have time to process the pet name once again before jeonghan picked up where you guys had left off.

his hands were holding onto your waist for dear life as he railed you into his bed with no mercy.

“f-f-fuck hann-nie!” you cried out, every stutter on beat with his hips. a string of the most lewd whimpers, whines and groans you’ve every let fly from your mouth followed.

“uh huh, that’s r-right. how g-good do i-fuck~ fuck you huh?” he boasted.

something about jeonghan’s feral tendencies to “claim” you had you tightening around him over and over, that familiar knot forming in your tummy.

“g-god hannie i’m c-close!” you warned, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

he pulled his dick out of you instantly. you started pouting, “noooo hannie why did you-“

you heard a pop from his mouth and couldn’t help but turn your head around as far as you could. “hannie?”

“if you don’t like it, or it’s too much, what do you say?”

“‘stop’… what are you- fuck!”

jeonghan’s thumb was prodding at your other hole, barely being granted access due to it never being messed with. “too much?” he asked as the tip of his thumb slipped in.

the groan that escaped your mouth was all he needed but you tried to respond anyway, “n-no hannie~ fffuck…” your voice trailed off, the new sensation sending your body into a blissfully painful new level of pleasure.

jeonghan lined himself back up, slipping inside of you with ease at this point. the sensation of being able to feel his cock sliding in and out of you through your ass with his thumb was a feeling he didn’t know he needed. he threw his head back, slowly pulling himself out almost entirely before steadily pushing himself back into you, pushing down with his thumb to feel every inch through your gummy walls. “god dammit, y/n. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he snarled before once again picking back up to his animalistic pace from before.

you both were a moaning mess, in your own bubble of euphoria when suddenly, you were rudely interrupted by an annoyingly familiar voice.

“okay you fucking psychopaths, your point has been made. can you shut the fuck up now?!” josh yelled from down below. if you two were being honest, the moment jeonghan had you crawling across the floor to his bed, you’d forgotten all about josh and the others.

“no. you can come close the fucking door!” jeonghan yelled back trying to keep his voice steady when in reality, he could fall apart here and now. fall to his knees and cry at how amazing you were making him feel. you’re the reason he can fuck you so good. you make it impossible not to.

“god you guys are fucking obnoxious…” josh’s voice trailed off at the end of his sentence as he reached jeonghan’s door. he froze in his tracks. his drunken state didn’t really allow him to comprehend that he was going to be walking in on jeonghan absolutely wrecking you. he was just coming up to close the door, but he couldn’t stop staring.

he was snapped out of his daze when jeonghan whipped his head around, making immediate eye contact with him, not slowing down his thrusts in the slightest, completely unfazed.

“the fuck do you want?” he spat. you managed to turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the boy in the doorway. your vision blurry from being completely fucked out of your mind. you knew it felt wrong that he was seeing all of this, but your brain was so fuzzy you couldn’t really focus on anything else other than jeonghan.

“i- i was just closing the door,” josh managed to mutter out. as he reached for the doorknob, jeonghan spoke up again.

“no. you wanna watch so bad?” he slowly took his thumb out of you first, then his cock. you subconsciously whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. you knew you should move, knew you should adjust so you weren’t so exposed for josh to see but you couldn’t bring yourself to in your sex drunk (and still literally tipsy) state.

jeonghan, dick still out, made his way over to josh. “then come have a seat,” his tone was bitter as he grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him to his desk chair, nearly throwing him down.

“dude i don’t-“

“i dont want to hear it. you’re the one that stopped to watch so im giving you what you want, yeah?” suddenly jeonghan had dominance over everyone in the room. all josh could do was nod in response.

with the main reason for all of this absurdity now sitting in the room, jeonghan felt it was appropriate to shut the door. he did so forcefully, then made his was back over to you.

your head already being turned to your left where jeonghan’s desk was, you were looking right at josh. you quickly flipped your head the other way, embarrassed by your state. jeonghan took a fistful of your hair and slowly pulled you up so your back was flat against chest.

“i want him to watch me make you fall apart,” he whispered so gently in your ear for no one else to hear. “is that okay pretty girl?” the nickname making your tummy do flips all over again. of course that was okay. sure it would be embarrassing for the first 5 seconds, but josh pissed you off tonight more than anyone. so yes, yes of course he could be put in his place with a front row seat to the show.

“jeonghan yes,” you breathed desperately, clenching around nothing.

“good,” you wish you could see the smile on his face that you could hear when he spoke. “now, when you lay back down, turn your head back toward him so he can watch your face while i claim what’s mine.”

what’s his?

you did as you were told and when jeonghan loosened his grip on your hair, you lowered yourself back down with your face in the sheets facing joshua once again. he looked at you with a stare that was incomprehensible. was it lust? embarrassment? anger? probably all of the above, but you didn’t care. all you cared about was jeonghan filling you back up.

jeonghan started to make a snarky comment to joshua when you interrupted him.

“hannie p-please who fucking cares i need you to fuck me please please please!” you were on the brink of tears. so desperate for him, to feel his cock deep inside you again.

“oh someone’s needy hm? good girl asking so nicely.” his voice something carnal. he took barely two seconds to line himself up with your soaked, swollen, reddened and abused core.

you didn’t think he was holding back before but holy shit were you wrong. his hands were basically imbedded into your waist. his hips snapping with even more determination and vigor than before. it took no more than 20 seconds for him to get that knot forming in your tummy again.

“is this what you wanted, you fucking whore? such a whore for my cock aren’t you.” he growled. “tell me baby, has anyone ever fucked you this good?” he whined out, his own orgasm approaching.

you must’ve taken a millisecond too long to answer him because he harshly smacked your ass making you cry out in pain (in a good way of course). “answer me.”

“yes!” your voice coming out in a mix of whimpers and pure air. “no one c-can f-fuck… fuck me like you do hannie!”

“not even josh over here?”

your eyes had been shut since jeonghan started fucking you again… you forgot josh was in the room. when you opened them you were met with the sight of him shamelessly palming himself through his sweats. “especially not josh,” you managed to spit out rather clearly. it was a somewhat mean statement but the mother fucker was getting off to watching jeonghan literally prove that he can fuck you better than josh ever could’ve, so why not humiliate him a little more?

sure enough, josh groaned out in pleasure. sick.

“that’s fucking right.” jeonghan managed to pull out, flip you onto your back, and start fucking you again so fast you got dizzy. the new angle allowing him to hit a new spot, one that was bringing you closer to the edge, much faster than before.

“mmmmffff h-hannieee~” was all you could manage to get out, but he knew exactly what it meant.

“gonna make a mess all over my cock baby? hm? gonna show josh what a fucking idiot he is?” he whined once again. he moved his hand down and began rubbing circles on your clit, bringing you to your breaking point.

you turned into an illiterate wreck. somewhere laced in your desperate noises were traces of jeonghan’s name. you physically couldn’t bring yourself to unscrew your eyes to look at him. you knew he loved it when you made eye contact whenever you came undone for him, but you just couldn’t. you suddenly felt a soft hand gently grab your neck.

“i fucking love your face, y/n,” he whispered as his hips started to stutter. you managed to open your eyes to look at him right before he started to come undone himself, you still coming down from your own state of euphoria. when your eyes locked, he immediately crashed his lips into yours, his hand on your neck tightening as his hips thrusted into you one last time. you couldn’t help but clench around him when you felt his warm seed fill you up. his mouth fell open letting out a feral noise as you two lay forehead to forehead, jeonghan slowly moving himself in and out of you letting you milk his cock for all it’s worth. his hand that was around your neck moved up to cup your face instead, wiping your tears that you didn’t even realize had fallen from your eyes during all of… that.

“josh?” jeonghan’s voice was low, and he never broke eye contact with you. “get out.”

you heard josh shuffle out of the room shutting the door behind him. it was nice for it to just be the two of you again… not that you didn’t enjoy the game you two just played.

jeonghan’s eyes were piercing into yours with something different than you’d ever seen. it was a content look which you were used to but…

“i-“ he paused, scanning your eyes to see if he should even say such a foolish thing.

“you what, jeonghan?” you said delicately, running your fingers through your hair.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered. he sunk his head down to the rook of your neck as if to hide. it was the most precious thing you’ve ever seen this boy do.

“jeonghan…” you shifted to grab his face and bring it back up to look at you. “i love you too.”

how were you two sharing the most soft, comforting moment with each other right after having sex that you felt would have the devil himself appalled?

“really?” his eyes lit up, a smile growing on his face. he showered every inch of your face in kisses as you giggled through every second of it. once he finally stopped you nodded silently with a soft smile plastered across your face.

most normal people in such a situation would be asking all sorts of questions, but you didn’t care to. you knew you guys would talk about it at the right time for both of you, that time just wasn’t now.

-

“BREAKFAST!!” mingyu yelled from the kitchen. you were barely managing to open your eyes as you heard footsteps running down the hall. for these men being well past their teenage years, you always found yourself thinking of them as boys. always so cheerful and full of energy, even first thing in the morning.

once you “came to” if you will, you realized you were being spooned by the boy that confessed his love for you last night… or early this morning. the moment he ripped you away from the table you’d lost track of all time.

you both were naked but you felt clean. you vaguely remember in your post-fucked-out state, that jeonghan had carried you to the bathroom with him to shower.

“hannie,” you spoke just above a whisper.

“hmmmmmm,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him.

“gyu just said breakfast is ready and.. i’m hungry.”

“i don’t blame you.” you could hear the smile on his face even tho your back was turned to him. his morning voice was husky, the sound of it immediately going to your core, but you were too hungry to do anything about it.

“shutup,” you giggled. “let’s get dressed.”

“ugggggh okay fine, fine.”

he let you slip out of his arms to sit on the edge of his bed before… attempting to get up. your legs were so physically weak, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand. in that moment you knew jeonghan was watching you because he bursted out laughing.

“oh i’m so sorry,” he sighed once he finished his laughing session.

“for laughing at the fact that i can’t stand? or for being the fucking reason that i can’t stand?” you jokingly scolded.

“both,” he shrugged with a smug smirk on his face before getting up and grabbing two pairs of briefs from his drawer, one for you and one for him. he put on a pair, then threw a baggy t-shirt on and called it good. “i hope you’re okay twinning with me,” he teased as he got on his knees to slide the underwear he grabbed for you onto your legs. once he got to your thighs you took over.

“i don’t mind in the slightest,” you gave him a cheeky smile. he shifted closer to you on his knees so he was between your legs, then gave you a tender kiss before he spoke again.

“good. now what shirt of mine do you want to wear, princess?”

you looked up at the ceiling, cartoonishly thinking even though you both knew what shirt you wanted to wear.

“maybe that really really baggy sweater with that ‘message of’ whatever on it?”

he gave you another kiss with a smile before moving to his closet. “message of ames it is, pretty girl.”

once he helped you put the sweatshirt on, you still sitting on the bed, he kneeled backwards in front of you so you could hop on his back.

“we were taking bets on if you two were gonna come down,” minghao deadpanned from the table, taking a bite of one of mingyu’s pancakes.

“the princess was hungry.” you lightly hit him upside the head before he carefully set you down right next to the chair he just pulled out for you. once you sat, he pushed you in.

minghao smiled at you. he spoke up once jeonghan walked into the kitchen to fetch your plates. “i’m glad he treats someone nicely.”

you two giggled together. “and i’m glad it’s me.”

“oh… something happened last night.” he paused with his forkful of hash browns in front of his face. “well, beside the obvious.”

your face grew hot. “ha, yeah you wouldn’t believe.”

“can’t wait to hear about it,” he whispered, then shoveling the hash browns into his mouth.

“hey,” jeonghan blurted setting your plate down in front of you. “you guys, where’s josh?” he asked casually as he sat with his own plate as if what happened last night just simply… didn’t happen. you could imagine he was hesitant to face you both.

but then…

“y/n! jeonghan!” josh yelled from his room. “what the fuck are these?!”

you and jeonghan slowly turned to look at each other, both wearing the words “oh fuck” on your faces without muttering a word. jeonghan shot out of his chair and ran up the stairs to save both of your asses.

you turned to your food, silently poking at a piece of your scrambled eggs. minghao leaned in close, so you turned to him. “what did he find?” he whispered.

as if on cue, mingyu ran over from the kitchen to lean his head in. you leaned close to the boys so you knew any lingering ears wouldn’t hear. “jeonghan threw my underwear in his room,” you whispered back.

minghao bursted out laughing, mingyu stood up dumbfounded. exaggerated shock displayed on his face. anyone else in the room who was trying to mind their own business was now staring.

“you guys are too fucking much,” minghao sighed while holding a smile on his face. mingyu silently kissed you on the top of your head before walking back into the kitchen.

“you have no idea,” you smiled back, taking a bite of your best friend’s homemade pancakes.

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This is one of the best (ongoing) series i’ve ever read before! i’ve been reading this series for quite some time now :)) if anyone is interested in skz i highly suggest these fics by @writeonwhiskey !!

intro + master list

welcome to my corner of delusion.

The SKZ House (series)

Summary: When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity ad for an "In-House Stay", you apply and are accepted. Your duties? Cooking...cleaning...oh, and pleasing your assigned members: Hwang Hyunjin and Bang Chan.

Chapter One: Of Breakups & New Housing

Chapter Two: Of Ex's & Tesla's

Chapter Three: Of Blowjobs & Birthdays

Chapter Four: Of Pineapples & Punishment

Chapter Five: Of Mirrors & Lessons

Chapter Six: Of Joy Rides & Hot Tubs

Chapter Seven: Of Watching & Submiting

Chapter Eight: Of Drive-Ins & Wishes

Chapter Nine: Of Halloween & Hallways

Chapter Ten: Of Yin & Yang

Chapter Eleven: Of Triple N's & Multiple O's

Chapter Twelve: Of Delays & Professor Bang

Chapter Thirteen: Of Girl Talk & Berry

Chapter Fourteen: Of Surprises & Closets

Chapter Fifteen: Of Showers & Cabins

Chapter Sixteen: Of Chan & Cuffs

Chapter Seventeen: Of Futures & Flights

Chapter Eighteen: Of Beaches & Baclonies

Chapter Nineteen: Of Chokers & Christmas

Chapter Twenty: Of Father's & Basements

Chapter Twenty-One: Of Rotations & Doors

Chapter Twenty-Two: Of Seungmin and Karaoke

Chapter Twenty-Three: Of You (Chan POV)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Of Changbin and Roses (Coming Soon)

References:

SKZ House Photo Book (to help you picture certain scenes)

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you steal his hoodie

pairing: felix x reader

genre: fluff, crack

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taglist: @angelzforu @tinyelfperson @ujimoo