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Between Loads | J.YH

SUMMARY | You hate doing laundry but maybe your next door neighbor, Yunho, can make it worth your time.

PAIRINGS |  Yunho x Reader 

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE |  smut, pwp, romance, neighbors to lovers, fluff

CONTENT/WARNINGS | the 6th floor has creepy crawlies (but nothing really happens), profanity, flirting, teasing, unprotective sex (wrap it up ya'll), oral sex (both m/f receiving/giving), dirty talk, laundry jokes, just jokes all around, kissing, skin marking, skin biting, hair pulling, fingering, multiple positions, creampies, breeding/impregnation kink 

LENGTH |  7,004 words 

TAGLIST |  @aerangi   

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet  @cromernet  @othersideoutlawsnetwork  @winerys-collection  @cosyhomenet  @keopihaus  @ksmutsociety  @k-vanity 

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Thank you @pars-ley for the banner! I love it so much 💛💚 and thank you @lovetaroandtaemin and @heartikeu for beta-reading the beginning of the fic. And now she is completed! On another note, Yunho. Goddamn Yunho.

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You hate doing laundry in this ever busy apartment building. Since it's late Saturday morning, all of the washers on the first floor have been preempted by people doing laundry to start their day. It'll take ages before a washing machine opens up, and you know that if you stick around, you're likely to have a load ruined from the little kids running about.

You wish management would provide folks with their own laundry hookups like they had with the dishwashers and stoves. Having one in your apartment would be heavenly. Instead, you have to head down several floors to the laundry room and then wait for God-only-knows how long for the damn machines to free up. The faster you could get in and out, the better off you would be.

"Maybe I'll go up to the sixth floor and use the laundry there?" you muse aloud as you pack away the rest of your clothes into your hamper. "But... Ugh, if it's not one thing, it's another!"

You normally avoid the sixth floor laundry room unless there are no machines available on the first, simply because you don't want the hassle of going into the hornets' nest. With the halls of the sixth floor filled with majority men for some odd reason, you want to avoid any harassment in the communal laundry room. You doubt very much whether they could keep their hands to themselves if you had no protection.

"Why must I face this annoyance?!" you yell as you storm down to the elevator with your basket. "It's a hassle, but, fine! Just this once! But, if they try to grab my butt or something, I'm punching someone! They better believe it!"

Armed with enough detergent and soap, you find the communal laundry room a touch more empty than your norm. With less folks around, maybe it will mean a quick load and not much trouble? The thought crosses your mind, but in reality, you know otherwise. 

"You're here too, Y/N?" Your next door neighbor, Yunho, pokes his head out of the open washer as you set the hamper down. "You're not usually here on the sixth floor."

"It's crowded and annoying downstairs," you state. "I don't usually come up here because of the jerks that are on this floor, but desperate times and all of that nonsense."

"Yeah, this floor is crawling with creeps," he agrees.

"I'd love having a washer and dryer set-up in my place. Then I could avoid places like this."

Yunho continues working on loading up his washer, though, you catch his sly glances as you begin sorting things into the next available washers. "Until then, let me know when you do laundry and I'll come up and wash. I promise to help deter the creepy-crawlies."

You can't help but laugh at his offer. "All right, fine. Thanks, I guess." You pushed the last of the clothes into your washer and slammed the lid down. "We'll see how it goes."

How many years have you known Yunho? How long did he live next door to you on the fourth floor? It's been a few years already... Maybe three? Maybe four? Enough that you feel you're used to seeing him, even with his incredibly handsome features, every now and again.

He is very easy on the eyes. Almost a bit too perfect. Tall, with a bright smile, nice arms, and toned thighs... what you would give to climb him like a tree and—

Nope!

No, stop, don't start thinking dirty. Bad Y/N. Bad, dirty brain. Stop perving on Yunho, now.

You glanced up at his bright smile, and turned back to the washing machines. Oh no. It was a sinfully sinful thing to imagine the many ways Yunho might kiss your neck, those hands pushing up your shirt and—

You have to shake your head before things get out of hand. This isn't the time or place to have these kinds of thoughts. The sooner your laundry is done, the sooner you can get back down to your own floor and hide your face behind the closed doors and take care of certain... urges that are beginning to surface.

But as you glance back up at Yunho, seeing him leaning over his own washer as he puts the last of his loads in, a heat pools in the pit of your belly. What you wouldn't do to have him fuck you over one of the washers or against the folding table in the middle of the room. Oh no, there was no mistaking how good and strong those arms would feel wrapped around you, thrusting inside you and whispering in your ear.

Bad... bad thoughts... You don't need this right now. No, you do not need the added strain of Yunho's visuals causing such fantasies. Nope, nope. Don't start, you're getting too worked up thinking about it, stop. You bite down on your lower lip, eyes staring a hole into the washer before you.

"Y/N? Everything all right?" Yunho leans over his washer and peers at you. "You seem distracted."

Oh, how sweet a distraction... If Yunho would shut his mouth, that might make things go easier, right? Shut the door, lock us both in here for hours, and let loose? "I'm fine," you blurt out, flinging a hand towards him. "Just hate waiting for laundry to do its job."

"Sounds like you need something else to take your mind off it. Porn always helps me get through chores faster."

A strange noise escapes your throat, something between a retch and a wheeze. Your entire face flushes darkly, and you rub your palms against your cheeks. "What?!"

"That was a joke," he chuckled.

"Don't say shit like that," you groan. "Especially in a public space. Like seriously, who knows when some other crazy neighbor will walk through those doors?"

"Yeah, no, good point." Yunho nods, and you can’t help but laugh along with him. "How long did you put in to wash those?"

"Just a medium load. So... Half an hour. Probably 35 minutes," you answer. "Then, another half an hour to dry. Can't get out too fast, else I might forget stuff."

Yunho hits a button on his washer and leans his hip against the top of it, making an audible clicking sound from his tongue. "Wanna go for a walk around while we wait? Might help take our minds off chores for a while. And it'll keep those jerkfaces down here from bugging you."

"Sure, why the hell not."

As you two wander the halls, you're somewhat surprised how not creepy everything is. Yunho is, like always, a pleasure to speak with as the two of you trade gossip, funny stories, and daily happenings. This time, however, you focus a bit too much on his lips moving, the curve of his smile, and the soft laugh that breaks the quiet air. Your mind flitters and keeps drifting back to thoughts of that moment, imagining how it would feel.

Fuck, his lips look soft.

That's it.

Yunho's lips are full and plush looking. Very soft. Probably the best kissing lips that a man could possess, even in such a harsh looking face. They practically beg to be devoured. The kind of lips you could easily imagine sliding against your body with ease, tasting each and every inch, and then engulfing you whole.

Fuck.

Even with Yunho talking animatedly, you can't pull your focus away. The urge to steal his lips in a kiss overcame you.

It can't hurt.

"Shit, I want to kiss you."

Or, it might hurt. A lot, in fact, considering Yunho's steps falter, and he almost face plants into the wall. He looks at you with wild, confused eyes. "What?!"

"Shit," you close your eyes and slap your mouth a few times, "shit shit shit, sorry. My stupid mouth. Ignore that." You swallow hard and turn to walk down the stairs, a shameful blush staining your face. "Yeah, just forget all about that. Me saying that. Yeah, good plan."

Yunho watches your hasty retreat, following after with a renewed lightness in his steps. "W-Wait. That's it?"

You reach the sixth floor landing, Yunho still trailing behind you as you head towards the communal laundry. "I am a dumb idiot that blurts things like that out without thinking. Forget I even said anything, please."

"Hey," he laughs as he takes hold of your wrist, stopping your stride to his laundry room, "you can't just say something like that and expect a man to completely forget it!"

"Yes. Yes I can," you assure him. "So, you will."

He laughs again as he follows after. "Absolutely not."

"Yunho, please." You pull out of his grasp and make your way back into the laundry room where only one person sits waiting at the folding table for their dryer to finish its cycle. "I just want to die in a hole. Or the void. Yeah, the void sounds great. I want nothing more than to leave this stupid galaxy and just fade into the vacuum of space."

"Why, though?" he asks.

You open up your washer and quickly begin taking items to toss them into the dryers. "Because... I just... Ugh. I mean." You groan and hide your face against the metal lid of a dryer. "Please, it's embarrassing enough that you had to witness and hear that, you really don't want to know why."

Yunho, not backing down from this new information, leans against his own washer, studying your flushed face. "Why, though?"

"Because..."

He seems to notice your hesitance. "Come on. I won't make fun of you."

You hang your head a moment, taking a breath and holding it as you wait to feel calm again. But, when you exhale, there’s no changing the facts. He isn’t letting it go. "Ugh, you're gonna laugh."

"Maybe. Maybe not." His gentle smile makes your heart skip a beat. "Try me."

You let out another long suffering sigh. "You've just... Always looked like you'd be really good at it. Kissing. And," you continue when he starts to chuckle, "you've always been so friendly and helpful. That, uh, it gets a girl's thoughts going... A-And... S-Sorry."

He bites back his laughter as best he can, cheeks pinkened with delight. "Don't apologize, not for something like this."

"Please," you turn around, your face burning in complete embarrassment.

Yunho notices that the two of you are the only ones remaining in the laundry room, save the lone lady reading. A risky play, but perhaps there isn't any better of an option. As the woman's dryer buzzes, she gathers her things, leaving the room without hardly noticing either of you. The risk is certainly real.

"You still wanna kiss me?" Yunho's grin turns down right mischievous. "Because I gotta say... Now you've got me kinda curious, too."

You stare at him blankly. "Seriously?"

"C'mon." His voice is low and raspy, turning your legs to jelly as he approaches and takes hold of your elbows. "Nobody's around. Give it a shot. Just once."

Fuck he smells amazing. Is that aftershave? You don't know. You can't tell what scent it is, but you don't want to leave the safe cocoon his arms provide.

"J-Just once," you mumble, feeling yourself sinking into his body.

"Just once," he murmurs.

Yunho's thumb glides along your cheek before his fingers run over the shell of your ear and his palm rests gently on your jawline. He shifts and ducks slightly, his eyes drifting closed as the world fades to just you and him.

Warm, gentle lips meet, yours and your heart begins to thunder violently. Slowly, tenderly, his fingers curl around your jaw, encouraging you to follow his lead, coaxing a pleased noise to slip free. The rush of warm desire floods you, and the desire to melt against his solid frame nearly consumes you whole.

Just a simple press of lips, a taste, and just a hint of tongue that nearly drives you mad, and it leaves you wanting nothing more than more. All the build up and heat culminates into a blazing fire that courses through you.

The heavy breathing, the ragged needy moans that spilled free—did they come from your mouth or his? Did they matter, really? This wasn't enough. You wanted more, even as his teeth scraped across your lower lip, his touch and kiss sending you further into oblivion.

Until the buzz of the dryer brings you crashing back to the real world.

Both of you draw back, lips barely touching as the loud buzz of the machine interrupts your world. A sluggish, sheepish laugh is shared as you part, moving to the machines. Yunho drops down onto a chair with a smirk still tinged with a deep crimson across his cheeks as you fold clothes, still working out the embarrassment and slight afterglow you experienced.

"So?" He asks softly as he hands off folded items to you. "Thoughts?"

"Need a few more tries to confirm," you answer just as softly. "You know, so I can give an accurate review."

He laughs, taking his own clothes out of the dryer to fold. "Wouldn't want a biased opinion now."

"Mmhm, exactly."

After finishing folding up the clothing, the two of you make your way back upstairs to your shared floor, teasing and poking, giving and stealing lingering, awkward glances along the way.

It isn't until you parted ways with an airy promise for another "chore" session together that a revelation dawned upon you.

It would be so very easy to fall completely in love with Jeong Yunho.

Yunho stayed true to his words to accompany you in the laundry room on the sixth floor, sneaking in kisses each time, leaving you wanting so much more each time. It was a fun, little secret shared just between you two. And then, eventually, it bled into other things. Like going on dates, a shared couch cuddle and a good movie, maybe an evening of food delivery, stolen glances, and hand holding. You met his friends, he met your friends, more dates came afterward, and then he became your boyfriend.

Yunho managed to convince the building's management to let him get a washer and dryer combination inside the apartment instead of having to trudge a bunch of floors down or up to the laundromat. What a plus. Now, not only could you easily wash a load or two, but you and Yunho could easily watch movies while you waited for everything to wash, dry, and fold.

You were sitting in your apartment one night after putting your clean clothes away, when a knock sounded on your door. You padded over and cracked it open, Yunho looking back at you from the doorway with an impish smirk.

"I think some of your clothes got mixed in with mine," he says, raising one of your lacy panties up as if to display it. "Looks like a pretty important thing for you to get back."

"My, my, Yunho. You sure you didn't just stuff it into your own hamper to bring over under the pretense of 'oopsies' and 'drats, how did these get mixed in?'"

He laughs and shoulders his way into your apartment, the front door shutting behind him with a kick of a foot. "Geez, you got me figured out! Don't expose me!"

Your shared laughter fills your tiny apartment as he picks you up and tosses you on your own bed, a huge goofy grin on his face.

"By all means, please steal away my panties if you wish."

"Oh? Should I get the matching bra too? Make it a matching set?"

"A truly insidious master plot!" You laugh. "What else do you plan to get while you're in my place?"

Yunho steals a sweet kiss and shrugs. "Figured a few kisses would make me feel better, and maybe borrow a girl in lacy undergarments?" He nibbles a bit on your throat. "Only if she doesn't mind."

"Hmm, fine, I guess you can steal away the goods," you murmur, tracing over his lips. "But, you know, the price of a kiss like that is really high. Might even need a couple."

"Are we bartering kisses for your lovely underwear?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's see."

The two of you hold one another, laughing in between long, drawn out kisses. Each kiss grows longer, deeper, and sweeter than the last, and soon, a hot need for something more than innocent kisses begins to consume you. Yunho's touches are soft, tender, and all-consuming, a strange mix of heady lust and gentle caresses that send a rush of adrenaline into your heart. You slip your hands under the bottom hem of his shirt, pushing it up to feel his heated flesh under the tips of your fingers. His back, his broad chest, the muscles under his skin, you want nothing more than to explore every single inch of him.

"Your kisses have gotten very... demanding... lately." Yunho's chest vibrates with his laugh.

"Oh?"

He nips your shoulder, dragging his lips along your flesh. "You keep kissing and kissing and then you bite and suck on my lips, like you don't plan to give me a chance to breathe again."

"Hmm. You don't seem to dislike it, do you?" Your fingers begin unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips scraping against his skin with a delightful friction.

"Absolutely not," his laugh is soft and husky, sending your heart into overdrive and leaving the world behind as his mouth begins mapping every single inch of your exposed skin. "But," he stops long enough to tear his shirt free from his shoulders and fling it aside, "it's awfully greedy of you."

You snort a giggle. "M-Maybe. But," you suck in a shaky breath as he licks up the side of your throat, "I'm not hearing complaints!"

"Not complaining at all." His hand fans out on your thigh, stroking upward, leaving an excited trail of heat wherever he touches, causing you to let out a heady gasp. He laughs breathily against your skin, "Only that," he hooks his thumb around the waistband of your shorts and tugs lightly, "I'm very happy that my girlfriend," the buttons were freed, zipper and all, "enjoys," he presses kisses against your thighs, "a man who puts a little bite into her kisses."

Yunho slips your shorts from your legs, tossing them onto the floor with a growing pile of clothes. When you both laugh at the realization that you were nearly naked, leaving only a lace bralette and matching panties, he can't help but bite your thigh. His tongue laps at the faint red spot, and he grins up at you. "Looks really pretty on you."

"Pretty, hmm?"

"It's definitely something a beautiful girl like you wears and a man like me wants to take off her." Yunho runs a finger up and along the underside of your bare leg, tracing along your shape, the pressure causing your entire body to twitch. "Unless the gorgeous lady says I can't take it off..."

"It means more laundry for me," you giggle.

He hums and gently kisses your knees. "True... But then... I wouldn't mind doing your laundry with mine next time, would that be acceptable?"

"Hmm, I dunno..." you pull his head down towards yours and nuzzle his nose, "what would my hot neighbor slash boyfriend want as payment for doing my laundry?"

"Mmmm," he nibbles at the plumpness of your lips and chases your breathless laughter, "you." He bends lower and kisses the swell of your breasts as he whispers, "All of you."

The sound that rips from your lungs is deep, and wanting, and more than pleased with his words. "Keep talking like that," you laugh against the crook of his neck. "Because I might actually fucking marry you."

His full body laugh causes the mattress to sink and move. "I didn't realize marriage was on your mind. Is that the way to your heart?"

"Oh fuck yeah. Completely. Marry me, we'll have four dogs, and three kids."

"Just like that?"

"Sure, fuck why not."

There's another bright peal of laughter from him as he sinks down on top of your naked flesh. "Shall we call the preacher before or after you give me my next kiss?"

"Dirty, filthy proposal. You're despicable." You groan and thread your fingers through his hair.

"Can't believe you'd consider marrying a guy who has only kissed you in laundry rooms," he murmurs in between long, dizzying kisses. "What is the world coming to?"

You let out a small laugh. "Yeah, it's awful, isn't it?"

"Jokes aside..." Yunho kisses his way down your throat, your chest, across your ribcage, and against the skin under your breasts, his words sending shivers up your spine, "Would you want to have dinner, spend more time together outside of the laundry rooms? Maybe go on dates?"

Your arms wind tighter around him, and your laugh is sharp. "Mmm, y'know what?" Your palm gently runs across his forehead, brushing away his messy bangs as you catch a hold of his full attention. "I'd like that. A lot, actually."

"Yeah?" The smile on Yunho's face grows wide and radiant.

"Yeah," you laugh, "and now I want you to show me how talented you really are with those lips."

He hums happily, the sound rumbling against you. "And what exactly shall my gorgeous neighbor ask of me in that area? Keep it civil."

"How about..." you muse quietly, tugging your bra down a bit to expose a hard nub of a nipple to the air of the room, "how about a kiss here."

"This isn't very civil." Yunho's nose runs over the upper portion of the breast. "But if the lady asks..."

"Mmmm, and one right here..." You drag the hem of your panties a bit lower on your hip. "A kiss."

Yunho, understanding where your game is headed, playfully takes the lacy hem in his teeth, dragging it down to expose a tuft of trimmed pubic hair before releasing it and resting his cheek on your bare thigh. "Where does my demanding little neighbor slash girlfriend want kisses now?"

"Hm..." you tap your chin and point downwards at a spot that he finds to be utterly delectable and beautiful. "I can think of one other spot for a kiss."

"Yeah?" His breath whispers across sensitive skin, tickling and sending you spiraling into heady excitement.

"Y-yeah..." your words are barely a whisper. "Gotta say... Kinda looking forward to it."

"Happy to indulge you."

And as Yunho drags the rest of your panties free from your legs, his mouth begins a thorough worship and appreciation of the most intimate area of your body. The squeals and gasps he could wring out of you, your hands clenching his hair and the sound of his name falls from your lips with abandon spurs him on until there is nothing left in his head but pure desire to hear you cum and cry out for him.

Out of all the men that ate you out in the past, none comes close to the skills of Jeong Yunho. The others were rough, amateur, quick and wanting. Yunho took his time, savored every reaction and gasp that came. There is no need or urgency or even demand in his motions. Every touch, flick, lick, kiss, and stroke of his tongue are in total control.

Your thighs clamps against Yunho's head, holding him there, begging him to never stop with soft pleads of 'don't you dare fucking stop.' He chuckles as he gently grasps your wrists, encouraging your hands to hold on tight to his head. And when his long fingers joins in, pressing into every spot that sends an electric pulse running up and down your nerves, there was little doubt that the world stopped spinning and nothing existed but him.

Lips, tongue, and two fingers dance across your center, plunging and withdrawing until everything begins to blur into one continuous pleasure. Before long, there is nothing to stop the moans and keening wails from escaping into the quiet evening as the rush of climax exploded into ecstasy and absolute joy.

Through it all, Yunho remains between your legs, happily drinking everything you gave.

"You," you manage after the rush and joy, your voice hoarse and raw, "have one hell of a tongue on you. I mean, I already knew it was talented," his shoulders move with soft laughter, "but fuck, I could've used you a long ass time ago."

Yunho emerged between your legs, a silly smirk dancing on his lips. "Good to know I can be of some service to my demanding girlfriend. Need a breather? Or more?"

You laugh, pulling his face up so that you can reach his lips, relishing in the taste of his tongue and your pleasure mixed on them, "Oh, definitely more but I can wait after dinner."

Yunho chuckles at this. "I'm kind of regretting the order this happened, because now I'm too curious to take a raincheck for dinner and just jump straight to dessert."

"You say this as though you weren't just finishing devouring me whole, just a minute ago?" You run a fingertip along his lips. "I wouldn't have any complaints whatsoever. Besides," you move and kiss his throat, licking and nibbling a line up along the soft skin and under his jaw, "I'm looking forward to returning the favor."

He sighs softly at this and hums in thought. "You," he laughs and kisses your sweaty brow, "you know what? Dinner can wait. After."

"Yes, after," you giggle softly as you crawl down his body, eagerly unfastening his belt and pants, and helping him tug the rest of his remaining clothes free. Your lips trail up his knee, along his inner thigh, and then across the other to do the same. "Dinner can wait. Dessert, on the other hand..." You glance up at him and catch a glimpse of his fully erect cock. "Can not."

Fuck, he's big. And you will savor every damn inch of him.

Yunho settles back, propped up slightly by pillows, his fingers combing your hair idly out of your face. "Have at it, my lovely, greedy little neighbor." There was another sharp, surprised gasp from you, accompanied by a laugh, and a groan of 'you did not just call me that'. To which he responds with a soft laugh, "Okay, my little girlfriend."

Your jaw tingles and you shiver at the way his title rolled off of his tongue. "That one works a lot better," you giggle, your teeth scraping along his length, the muscles on his legs jumping.

A rush of heady lustful pride floods your system and you shiver, eager and greedy and hungry for what Yunho would have to offer you. As your mouth wraps around him, his head falls back and his mouth opens with a soft sigh. His fingers didn't stray from your hair and he helps push it back off your face to watch in rapt wonder. You felt your body flush hotter and hotter, a thrill coursing through your core as your gaze met his.

God he's fucking perfect.

Your hand cup his balls gently, rolling them tenderly and watching the way he sucks his bottom lip inwards, the softest whine in the back of his throat. You lick along the length, tasting and testing and relishing in the feeling. The hard length and gentle flesh in your hands, the warmth of his body, it was everything.

When his hips begin jerking and bucking a little, you allow your throat to relax. Yunho watch in quiet fascination and pleasure. "You'll tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

"I got this," you smile and hold his erection still while taking him completely into the recesses of your mouth. Your tongue laps along his girth, tracing the thick vein on his underside, tracing it, flicking, and pressing with each inch. Yunho's breathing hitches sharply, a low rasping groan leaving his throat as his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask, not entirely expecting an answer.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Yunho laughs, voice husky and spent and rough.

"Oh, I'm fucking living my dreams," you hum, bending over once again. "I could go all night."

Yunho laughs at your enthusiasm, and you continue lavishing him, wet and warm and insatiable in your hunger. Long fingers in your hair, the heavy weight of his length, the scent, and taste of his own sweat, your desire and want for him never burned so brightly in your veins. It didn't matter that your jaw began aching, that your thighs and core ache for his touch. You couldn't stop, you wouldn't.

A breathless "close" warns you and you take him deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth. Your body responds hotly, growing so moist with longing and heady excitement, and an eager ache. The next series of soft, sloppy noises you pull out of him only brought you closer and closer to orgasm. He tense, his length grew harder, thicker in your mouth. You held fast, welcoming the sticky cum splashing over your tongue and coating the back of your throat.

Slowly, you lift your head up and meet his gaze. Carefully, you swallow, knowing how he tasted and how your body was absolutely aching for his. With a smile you slowly crawl upwards. "So?" you ask breathlessly. "Good review?"

"Four. Fucking. Stars."

"Ooh, nice. Would you recommend?"

"Hell fucking yes I'd recommend that mouth. Sign me the fuck up, yes," he let out another breathy laugh and kiss your chest, "fuck yes. Over, and over, and over again. It's fucking gold, baby."

"Excellent," you giggle and cup his face in your palms. "Wanna recommend other things now? I got an appointment that's open and willing and totally empty if you wanna recommend."

Yunho's arms wound around your waist and flip you onto your back with another sweet kiss. "Wish granted, babe."

The months that followed, and the time spent, left nothing to chance. By the end of it all, the laundry was more than folded, there were a lot of meals cooked between both apartments, movies had been seen and many, many dates were had. You wouldn't have had it any other way.

Your hands reach around Yunho, wrapping your arms across his torso and clinging to him tightly. "So... I was thinking."

"Yeah?" He stops folding his clothes long enough to pay full attention to you. "You thinkin' a lot lately."

"Yunho,” you pout.

"Y/N," he places his shirt aside and fully turns his full attention to you. "Go ahead and tell me."

"Is moving in with you... is it something we could consider doing, together? Like... officially?"

"Officially? As in..."

You make a sweeping gesture around the two of your places. "As in the apartment."

His laughter rings in your ears and soon his body is holding yours in a tight embrace. "Ah, we should totally move in together."

"It doesn't have to be your place, but—"

Yunho silences your rambling by kissing you. When his lips part from yours, a brilliant and beautiful smile graces his features. "Baby, we can get a bigger place. Or better yet, our own house." He kisses your forehead. "With our own laundry room, and kitchen, and, yes, three kids, four dogs, and..." Yunho squeezes you tighter in his arms, "a husband. How does that sound?"

A laugh, shaky and bursting at the seams and filled with absolute joy broke the quiet hum of the laundry machines. "Are we back to joking about the marriage thing?"

"If this isn't the woman I'm gonna marry one day, then I don't know who else could top her," his hands cup your face, fingers tickling through your hair. "Let's keep folding our laundry together. One load at a time."

"Stoooop, you are just too cute, I can't," you reply.

His thumb brushes along your cheek and then across your mouth. "For real though, let's look for a bigger place and really settle down. Maybe start with a pet first."

You sigh softly in agreement and stand on tiptoes to kiss the tall man. "Definitely. Totally." Your heart thud and sings at his promise for the future. "And, not that the sex isn't super, mind blowing, incredible. But…if you actually end up being my husband, then... We. Will. So. Break. This. Thing." You lightly slap the washing machine.

"We can start breaking it now, you know," he lifts you onto the counter and nestles between your thighs, "After all, if we are moving out together, might as well christen the appliances that helped us meet and fall in love."

"Seriously?" you question.

"Very, seriously,"he answers with a laugh.

Your hands snake through his hair and you draw his lips close to yours, sighing softly against his lips before speaking. "Are we done with laundry? I feel like we should be done."

"Oh baby, we haven't even gotten started," his words tickles your mouth with every syllable and leaves the hairs of your skin standing on end. "We're in between loads for now."

"Then I propose," your thighs wrap tighter against him, "we start another load now."

"Oh really?" His hand teases up the inside of your knee, lingering close to the hem of your skirt and then climbing upwards, exposing your skin a little further with each soft touch.

"F-for real," you groan softly, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt.

He huffs and cups your cheek as his mouth assaults your sensitive neck. "Like last time?"

"Y-yes. Exactly. Just like last time. But this time you don't need to pull out," your thighs twitchs and press together, trapping Yunho's teasing fingers in their hold. "Give me your whole load, Jeong Yunho."

The loud, amused laughter that shakes through him was enough to send shivers up and down your spine and pool hotly between your legs. "If the lady says she's ready for my load, then the man will do his damndest to fulfill his responsibility to provide said load. Again, and again, and again." His fingers slip down the front of your panties, playing in the soft curls and gliding along your wet center. "Gonna give your hole the biggest load, baby."

"Right here on the counter?" you gasp out with a laugh.

"As much as I love fucking you on the counter," Yunho chuckles softly, removing his hands and picking you up off and from the counter and carrying you off towards his room, "it'll be more comfortable in the bedroom. No spills that way."

"How responsible," you manage as the cold air hits your thighs when he sits you on the edge of his bed.

"Just doing my civic duty," he wiggles his eyebrows.

Your chest rumbles with giggles as you lay back against the plush blankets, watching as he comes crawling after you. His lips and warm, tingling kisses return in full force to cover the expanse of bare skin revealed by his gentle tugging. When all was bare, your thighs wound around him and drew him closer to you.

Yunho chuckles and peppers soft, butterfly kisses across your abdomen, hands smoothing along your sides. "Don't worry, babe," he whispers huskily into your belly, sending a pulse of need running straight up through your body and nestling in your core, "I'll make sure that the next time, and the next time... And the time after, and the next..." His head trails lower, his lips following a slow, arduous path. "And every time after that... Our load is properly taken care of and completed."

You hum a small laugh and quip playfully, "Damn, is there a fine for unfinished loads?"

"You bet there is, and it'll come with a series of hickeys, and bruises," he answers.

"I'll take my chances then," you sigh, the tone teasing, but also bracing and ready. "Charge me up, baby."

His answering laughter was equal parts adorably sexy and oh so arousing.

Fuck, did you want this, right here and right now. To be filled and consumed and dominated by the very man who own you already, body and soul.

A soft, breathy cry escapes your lips when the full weight of him presses down. Your mouths meet, open and hungry and utterly wanting, teeth scraping gently on sensitive lips. Your back arches up when his fingers dance and toys with you, dipping between folds and sinking deeper and deeper still, and when he replaces the fingers with himself, there is a short moment where all sensation halts before a loud, gasping whine passes your lips.

His words, dirty, sweet, hot, loving, all reverberate through you, intoxicating you to the core. "Fuck..." You let out a long, ragged groan. "Fuck, Yunho."

A sweet, beautiful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, eyes half-close and fully lost in ecstasy and passion as his pace gradually begins increasing in urgency and need and desire. "There's my sweetheart. That's my girl. Fuck... just like that..." The breathless moans spill, pushing you faster and faster toward climax. "That's my girl."

Arms wrap around his broad shoulders, your nails score down his back, his hips surging faster, burying him deeper, until all thoughts left your brain and all that remains was his touch, his body. You were alive, the world was alive, everything exists, breaths, pulsates in rhythm with him and your blood sings with the feeling. You are his and he is yours.

Forever.

He meets your lips again, swallowing the breathless whines and whimpers, before kissing your throat and along your clavicle. He pauses his thrusts momentarily, pulling out of you only to flip you onto your belly and urging your ass up into the air.

When his heat covers you once more, his fingers clawing at your hip to pull you even closer, and you bury your face into his sheets to cry out against them. "Fuck," you sob quietly, "ohhh, Yunho. Harder." You need him, everything, the unrelenting passion and unyielding love and comfort that surrounds you. "Oh my god."

He breaths another shaky breath into your neck. "Almost there." His tone is hot, sharp, ragged against the skin. "Got some of this load for ya. Not even halfway through the night. Hold on tight, baby." His voice comes as a rough command that sets your body on fire. "Gonna fuck this hole the rest of the night, just wait."

"Shit," was the only breathy, shaking sigh that you could form. "Oh my god."

Laughter bounced out of him, vibrating through you, bringing another bout of squeals. "Good fucking girl," he praises softly. "Fuck, baby. Such a good girl." He peppers soft, gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a long, deep moan. "You want every drop, sweetheart? Want every single load? Is that right?"

"Mm," your reply was short, sharp, and needy. "Every single drop, fuck."

Yunho drags your hips upwards, angling and pressing the blunt tip of him against the silken recess of your womb, urging himself forward to the hilt as his words fill your brain. "Fill you. Give you the biggest load you've ever dreamed about. Everything you want."

"Everything?"

"All the loads you need," Yunho continue, "hmm? Yes?"

"Everything, fuck,” your shoulders tremble, the sheer ecstasy that passes with his words bringing you to the edge of climax. "Please, everything."

"Good fucking girl," Yunho's grin and hoarse laugh leave you desperate, needy and wanton.

With one final push he has you seeing stars and exploding into orgasm. In the dizzying and wondrous pleasure-filled moment, he buries his face in your neck, shuddering against you, holding you impossibly closer still. His name echoes over and over, barely registering and it was all you could do but sink against the pillows, heaving for breath, unable and unwilling to move.

Eventually, he shifts off and rolls, a heavy, sweaty arm drapes over you and pulls you close. Neither of you said anything, simply staring at one another, breathing slowly and calming the pounding in each others' chests and heads. His gaze rakes slowly over your exposed form, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, and finally resting against your eyes, so bright with contentment.

"I still got more in the tank," his thumb and forefinger pinches your chin gently between them. "So just to be safe, we shouldn't miss out on this opportunity."

You snort with laughter and hide your flushed face behind the pillows. "I hope we're moving in soon so there can be room for more clothes. Or better yet, storage space for our 'dirty loads'." You give another hoarse, rattling laugh. "Give me five minutes before you bring out another load."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Yunho playfully chides you, holding your hips gently and guiding your face towards his. He bends over to steal a kiss. "We are nowhere near finishing."

"Your tank doesn't ever run dry, does it?" you laugh softly.

"You are going to break this machine one day," came his mumbled retort but the sparkle of his smile said everything you needed to know.

"This machine better not break," you poke at his dick for emphasis before pushing him unto his back, "or there will be hell to pay, Jeong Yunho." You couldn't quite help the laugh in your throat, and the need that still flared inside.

"Remember, this is a delicate and rare machine. Handling is important,” he retorts with an eyeroll, a smile on his lips.

"How delicate and how rare?" Your laughter erupts, causing him to smile even brighter.

"Rare and delicate. And belongs to one specific and important person in my life," Yunho shrugs nonchalantly. "Sooo, handle me with extra care, babe."

"Dually noted and observed," you promise and reach to slide yourself home.

Fuck, you’re a wreck for him.

And, honestly... You were okay with that.

If his promises came with a load or two more, then all the fucking better for it.

[cosyhomenet]

The Adventure of a Lifetime 0: Adventure is Out There

⚓Who: Female reader x ??? (Seventeen). Will be updated when necessary. ⚓Chapter themes: Adventure. Extreme slow burn. Pirate au. Fantasy. Friendship. Fluff. Some humour. Best friend Soonyoung. ⚓Chapter word count: 8.5k ⚓Chapter warnings: Mentions of general/past illnesses. Vague mentions of blood. Oblivious reader. ⚓Chapter summary: “It’s Soonyoung’s birthday, yet he gives you the best gift anyone ever could.”

My general masterlist - The Adventure of a Lifetime masterlist Next part - Chapter 1: The Fisherman

A/N- This is a tester/intro chapter to my Seventeen pirate series I’ve been planning for what feels like forever. I honestly have no idea if people will be interested or not, so this chapter is to gauge interest. Please do reblog/comment to let me know if you’d actually read this series, otherwise I won’t write it. It will be very long (around 500k) so I don’t want to write it for no reason when I already know what will happen, therefore I don’t need to write it for my own enjoyment. I’m rambling now but if there’s some interest in this chapter, I’ll upload a masterlist with more info! Reader does have a name, purely because I refuse to write Y/N for 500k. Her name also has a meaning, so it’s not a random name and means something in regard to the story. And a big thank you to @ourdawnishotterthanourday for beta reading this for me and also supporting me with this story from pretty much the moment of conception. I love you, my beabie 💗

Also, happy birthday Soonyoung! This story wasn’t originally going to be uploaded in time with his birthday, but I figured I may as well!

There’s a famous quote; ‘never wake a sleeping tiger’, it’s something you’ve heard the generations before you say throughout your life. It’s a phrase that’s pretty much ingrained in your very being at this point. The problem is that nobody has ever told you why you should never wake a sleeping tiger. Which means, of course, you don’t take the advice to heart.

Then again, you don’t think it’s meant quite literally anyway, and certainly not with this in mind.

The body beneath you flails and screams under the blanket at the sudden awakening. The three behind you laugh as you yank the blanket down to reveal the wide, brown eyed, sleep puffy face of one of your best friends; the final member to your group of five. 

“Happy birthday!” you yell, excitedly jumping on your knees on the mattress either side of his waist, making him bounce with the movement too. 

It takes a few seconds longer for Soonyoung to fully wake up and understand what’s happening, and then he breaks into the brightest, happiest smile. His eyes curve cutely with his joy, and you think that you’ll always wake sleeping tigers if this is how they look at you. 

The morning consists of watching Soonyoung thoroughly enjoy his birthday breakfast, and eat perhaps three pieces of bread too many, just because he heard that you had gotten up bright and early to bake it for him fresh this morning. If there’s one thing that will make Soonyoung enthusiastically yam down food, it’s hearing that you made it. 

From the very first failed attempt at a cake you made for his tenth birthday, Soonyoung has devoured anything you make for him without complaint. Even when your early efforts of baking and cooking had made him ill from undercooked food, or a frankly disgusting combination, Soonyoung has never once complained. 

You truly value his friendship, and it’s no surprise that you go out of your way for him more than anyone else when Soonyoung has always supported you entirely in a way that no one else ever has. No matter what you’ve wanted to do or try, Soonyoung has always been right by your side, cheering you on and a step behind like the shadow you never want to lose.

After breakfast, the five of you complete your morning birthday ritual by taking the little trek up to the top of the hill, which overlooks the island that you all call home. Together, you sit on the same blanket that the five of you have been using for a decade now and take turns to give Soonyoung his birthday gifts. 

The birthday boy is as happy and enthusiastic about every single gift he receives as always. He takes the time to coo over each present and hug the gift giver with a noisy smooch on their cheek. Which involves him having to chase Eme down so that he can plant a kiss on their reluctant cheek. 

Though they’re both smiling by the time they return to the blanket, and Soonyoung is only limping minimally from the punch to his thigh. Clearly, Eme went easy on him on account of it being his birthday. You won’t say it aloud, but you think it’s sweet of them.

“Now, for the gift we all know you will like the most!” Jeonghan teases, nudging you with the tip of his bare toe from the other side of the blanket. He’s laid down across the ratty, old material with his head pillowed comfortably on Carmen’s thighs, enjoying her natural reaction of a head on her lap being to card her fingers through the hair of whoever has chosen to use her as a cushion. 

None of you point out how much gentler Carmen is with Jeonghan. Granted, you’re all much gentler with Jeonghan than anyone else; he’s the frailest of you all by quite a margin and rather susceptible to ills, so the tender touch is needed. But Carmen’s gentle fingers and soft smiles always mean a lot more, even if she refuses to admit that. You all still know though, except Jeonghan, who is utterly oblivious and purposely deaf to the rest of you trying to convince him. 

“Gross,” you complain, smacking Jeonghan’s bare foot away from your arm. 

“Carmie,” Jeonghan complains, rolling his head to peer up at Carmen with a pout. 

Carmen just smiles down at him and scrunches her nose a little in the way that she knows never fails to make him lose his soured expression. As expected, Jeonghan’s pout melts away and he smiles adoringly up at her; the same softness she always looks at him with reflected in his grey eyes locked on her.

“If they finally confess on my birthday, I’m going to sulk,” Soonyoung mutters once he’s leaned close enough to you to talk quietly in your ear. 

“Baby,” you retort accusingly, even if it’s done entirely in jest.

“It’s Soonyoung day, not CarHan day.” 

“It is,” you agree and turn your head to smile at him. “Happy birthday, Soonie.” 

Soonyoung beams at you, perhaps from a little too close if he was anyone else, but it’s Soonyoung; you never mind when he leans in close or clings to you. He accepts the neatly wrapped gift from your hands with pure excitement. 

The four of you watch as Soonyoung ever so carefully unties the hand-dyed orange and black striped ribbon, which he adds to the little pile of matching ribbons from the other gifts. You know he intends to keep them all purely for the tiger stripes, just like the wrapping paper placed in another lopsided pile. The four of you had spent hours painting little tigers by hand onto the otherwise plain brown wrapping paper; all for your friend who has been obsessed with tigers since he first saw one in a book as a toddler. 

“Oh,” Soonyoung exhales softly when he has carefully peeled back the paper to reveal the leather jacket inside. 

“It’s too hot to wear right now, but I didn’t want to wait until it’s colder to give it to you,” you inform, watching as he lifts the material up to hold in the light, his gaze catching on the tiger’s eyes that you had painstakingly embroidered on the collar; an eye on either side to come together when the collar is fastened.

“Look at the back, Hosh,” Jeonghan encourages with a lazy grin. 

As soon as Soonyoung turns the jacket around and spots the tiger’s face, he gasps loudly and pulls it closer; to drag his wide, awe-filled eyes over every single detail that, admittedly, had taken you a good few months to finish.

“I think this is the quietest he’s ever been receiving a gift,” Eme snickers, mindlessly folding up all the wrapping papers neatly and placing them under a rock to prevent the gentle breeze from blowing them away. 

“Did-did you really make this for me?” Soonyoung whispers, looking at you in a way that feels far too much for simply customising a jacket for him. 

“You know I can’t make clothes,” you reply with a casual shrug, trying to brush aside the reverence on his features. But he moves closer to take your hands in his with his big, imploring eyes locked on you. You press your lips together and just nod in confirmation, knowing that he means the embroidered design anyway. You just didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it. You still don’t, but you can never lie to him.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received. I will treasure this until my last day, Lia,” he promises. Words you know he means with everything in him. 

“I know.” 

“Try it on!” Carmen encourages. 

“Okay!” Soonyoung happily jumps to his feet to pull on the jacket and pose, turning this way and that to show the jacket from all angles. He looks so proud and enthralled with his gift that you can only watch with a smile, glad to have made something that he genuinely adores and that brings him so much joy.

All day, Soonyoung wears his new jacket, excitedly showing it off to everyone he comes across. You aren’t even with him all day; both of you have your own duties to attend to after all. Still, every townsfolk you cross paths with tells you of the antics of the preening young man. It makes your chest feel warm with pride and joy. Clearly, Soonyoung wholeheartedly loves the gift; especially to still be wearing it, even in the hot June sun as he works with his father, the island’s lead carpenter. 

You’re not even out in the sun yourself, but in the cool shade of the interior of Town Hall instead, though you still think it’s far too hot and Soonyoung is utterly crazy for wearing the black leather in this heat.

“I really think we should expand into this area,” you reiterate, pointing to a specific section of the map of the entire island, which is securely framed on the wall of the King of Shimmer Isles’ study. He’s standing on your left, thoughtfully staring at the map with his advisor on his own left, where she’s waiting for the man to come to a decision.

“Explain your reasoning again,” King Flauro requests, rubbing a hand on his slightly stubble-pricked chin, in thought.

“Because we don’t have any other option,” you point out flatly, making the man turn unimpressed, golden eyes on you. “Come on, father, we’ve been at this for hours! There isn’t anywhere else to go. We already have some structures on the other side of those trees, so it makes logical sense to cut them down to build the new houses! Unless you want to be an idiot and build in another direction where we don’t already have the pipework running?” 

“She’s got you there,” Josephine muses, green eyes sparkling in amusement; a look you know so well after all these years. If not from the woman herself, then from her only child and one of your best friends, Eme.

“Okay, okay, there it is,” the king concedes with a nod, making both you and his advisor cheer in happy relief. 

“Now can we go? The party started almost an hour ago and you know how Soonyoung gets when anyone is late,” you remind, rushing to the door to open it and urge the pair out of the study. 

“He only sulks when you are late, Cordelia,” Josephine points out with a grin. Another expression Eme definitely gets from their mother. 

“We’re best friends, of course he sulks when I’m late. I’m blaming you, by the way,” you tell your father as he steps out of the study. He gives you a look of betrayed disbelief that makes Josephine snicker as she follows him out, with no files in her arms for once. She knows that you would whine at her for making you detour to allow her to drop them off at the relevant locations if she had tried to bring any with her tonight.

“I can’t believe you’re going to throw your father to the tigers like that,” he complains. “What would your mother say, Delia?” 

“She’d be the first to laugh at you getting scolded by a 25-year-old who calls himself a tiger,” comes your sniggered response as you imagine Soonyoung telling off the King of Shimmer Isles for making you late to his birthday party. By the snicker coming from Josephine, you know she’s imagining it too. 

“My queen loves to see me suffer,” Flauro sighs dramatically and slings his arm around your shoulders as the three of you exit Town Hall to step into the cool evening air and start your walk to the house of the Kwon family at the edge of town. 

The location is perfectly suited for Soonyoung’s mother to have plenty of space to raise her chickens and sheep in the field behind the house. Yet still close enough to the shipyard for the two men to easily get to work in the morning without disturbing anyone by bringing lanterns past sleeping houses; they can just walk behind the few houses between theirs and the shipyard entrance.

“Merinda is the last person who would want you to suffer,” Josephine scoffs. “She’s proven that time and time again, Flauro.” 

“That she has, my knight in blood-smeared armour,” your father agrees with an amused little twist of his lips, blended with the obvious infatuation he has always held for you mother. You’ve never said it, but you hope that one day, you’ll find a man to look at you the way your father looks at your mother, and that you will return that look just as reverently. 

“Gross,” the woman pulls a disgusted expression at the mental image painted by the king, of your mother covered in blood as a result of protecting him. 

An image that isn’t even remotely exaggerated if you can believe the stories your parents, especially your mother, have told you over the past two and a half decades. You’ve never once doubted even a single tale.

“It is,” Flauro chuckles in agreement. “But I love her with everything in me.” 

“Hey,” you complain while prodding your father’s stomach, making him jerk away with his hands defensively over the ticklish spot. “I’m literally your only child, where is the love for me?” 

“In that tiger running over,” Flauro sniggers as he points ahead of you. 

Sure enough, Soonyoung is rushing over from further down the street, while already calling out complaints about how late you are.

“It’s his fault!” You defend, pointing to your father without hesitation in putting the blame rightfully on the golden-haired man’s shoulders.

Flauro stops in his tracks to look at you as if you’ve just committed treason and offered him over to a blood-thirsty enemy. That only grows when Soonyoung immediately stops whining at you and instead turns to scold the king, while Josephine walks off cackling to herself as she finishes the journey to the house on her own.

“Soonyoung,” Flauro eventually cuts off Soonyoung’s rambling as he takes the young man’s shoulders in his hands. 

Soonyoung’s lips press together, and his eyes turn round as he looks at the man, who was once taller than him, but now they stand at the same height. Soonyoung has even long overtaken your father in broadness, thanks to his long hours working alongside his own father; hauling heavy wood around to build and fix whatever the townsfolk ask of them.

“Yes, uncle?” Soonyoung asks, looking as if he’s expecting to be scolded for telling off the king.

“Happy 25th birthday.” Flauro smiles, which Soonyoung mirrors happily, only growing wider when the king brings him in for a warm hug. 

“Thank you. Do you like my jacket?!” Soonyoung bounces back to turn in a full circle. First, he spins far too quickly in his excitement for anyone to catch any detail on his jacket, and then again slower upon realising how fast he initially turned. 

“You do realise that I live with Delia, right?” Flauro chuckles. “I’ve seen the progress of that jacket over the past months and heard more curses than a father ever wants to hear from their daughter.”

“Hey, I didn’t swear that much!” You pout at your father defensively. 

“Mm, sure.” Flauro puts an arm around Soonyoung’s shoulders, and the other around yours, to encourage you both to complete the last few streets to the Kwon house. “Have we missed cake?”

“Why would I let the cake happen without Lia there?” Soonyoung asks, looking and sounding genuinely puzzled in an almost offended kind of manner.

“Oh, so you’d have the cake if I wasn’t there but because Delia isn’t there you refuse?” the king asks, theatrically upset, making Soonyoung giggle while you roll your eyes at your father’s dramatics.

“Yeah! You may be king, but you didn’t bake it!” 

“Okay, true. I guess in this instance, baker beats king,” Flauro concedes simply with a nod. 

“Baker always beats king when it’s Princess Cordelia,” Soonyoung grins, then takes off running when you almost glare at him. 

Flauro laughs as you dart off after Soonyoung, yelling at him for referring to you both as Princess and the use of your full name, all while Soonyoung laughs away happily. Even when you pounce on him and make him piggy-back you the rest of the way to his house, he’s still beaming with pleased laughter.

It’s late by the time you and Soonyoung sneak out of the house. It’s no longer full of the families of your friendship group of five; now just containing Soonyoung’s parents asleep in their bed and your three friends all passed out in a pile in the living room, for the traditional birthday sleepover. 

Though, you and Soonyoung have your own traditions for your two birthdays. One involves taking a walk hand in hand to the little cove around the northeastern side of Shimmer Isles, which the two of you had declared your secret spot when you found it on your 8th birthday and started the tradition. Of course, back then, the walk was much earlier in the day. But as you grew up and were allowed to leave the house without the sun to guide your way, the walks have grown later to suit your adult lives.

“Do you remember how on your birthday you said you want to adventure?” Soonyoung prompts, when you’re close enough to the cove that you can hear the gentle crash of the calm waves rolling onto the sand and hitting the cliffs surrounding the little beach. 

“Mm, yeah, what about it?” you reply, after easily recalling saying as much on your birthday walk five months ago, when Soonyoung had asked you what your plans as a ‘freshly 25-year-old are’. You haven’t yet gotten to the point in the walk where you’ll ask Soonyoung what his own plans are; another tradition the two of you share.

“What if I say you can?” He gives you a little, nervous kind of smile before tugging you through the break in the cliff that leads to the cove. 

You’re very confused what he means, until you step out onto the sand and your eyes land on the small boat sitting there as if it’s waiting for you. Waiting for this very moment. 

“Just need to pack up supplies and we’re ready to go,” he informs, motioning to the ship with his hand that isn’t securely pressed palm to palm with yours.

“Soonie…” you murmur, feeling so speechless knowing how significant this is. 

You know that a ship like this hadn’t existed in the shipyard; there was one of the same size, but it certainly wasn’t in condition to sail. It was not this beautiful. 

This ship, although only big enough for a handful of crewmembers and their cargo, is perfect. Everything about it looks strong and sturdy, looks as if it has been cared for in a way that means it will last a long time. It looks as if a lot of love went into getting it into such a wonderful condition.

“It’s your birthday, not mine,” you point out, looking at him and finding him already looking at you. Nerves are clear in the tightness around his mouth and the slight furrow of his brows, even if he’s smiling gently at you. 

“I know, but I finished her last night.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing. You both know it’s not.

“Soonie-” 

“I even painted her name.” He leads you closer to the ship until you’re standing on the sand, where it’s banked and propped up carefully with a stand that he must’ve made himself for this reason. “Look.” With his free hand, he points at the carefully painted words on the port bow.

The Sceanery

“And…shit, I did it wrong, didn’t I?” Soonyoung realises after staring at his own handiwork. His expression falls dramatically, and he lets go of your hand so that he can move even closer to the ship and reach up to try to scratch the silvery paint off with his short, blunt nails. Yet, you quickly tug him back and hold his hands in yours to stop him. “It’s spelt wrong, Lia,” he points out, looking rather disappointed in himself and glancing between the words and your face with a frown. “I knew I should’ve asked Hannie to write it down for me, so I got it right.” 

“It’s perfect, Soonie. I wouldn’t change a thing,” you assure, squeezing his hands a little.

“No, it’s not. You deserve better than a ship with a misspelt name.” 

You look at the ship and her beautifully painted name, lips curling up into a little smile before you turn back to Soonyoung. “It’s not misspelt, it’s a pun,” you declare. “We’d be taking in the scenery on the sea, therefore, The Sceanery.” 

Soonyoung stares at you for a few seconds, blinking rounded eyes at you before his expression melts into an awestruck smile. “You’re so smart, Lia.”

You giggle a little and lean over, tilting up on your toes to press a grateful kiss to his cheek before rocking back down onto your heels. “Thank you, Soonie. It’s the best gift I have ever or shall ever receive.” 

Soonyoung smiles bashfully, timidly looking at you through his eyelashes in a way he only does when he’s really shy. It’s very cute. 

“It makes my gift to you look like utter shit,” you jest, though it’s not entirely a joke. 

You can’t even begin to imagine how much time and effort he put into fixing up the ship and getting it finished, to what you already know is such an incredibly high standard. Soonyoung never does anything in halves. You know, even without stepping foot onto the ship, that he put his all into every inch of it.

“Hey,” he complains, pouting offendedly on behalf of the jacket, which he is still proudly wearing.

You ignore him to continue. “What do you want?” you ask, shaking his hands a couple times as if urging him to answer honestly. “Ask me for the world and I’ll give it to you,” you promise, linking your fingers together with his and looking into his eyes openly. 

There’s a pause as Soonyoung considers your question carefully. You watch as his warm-brown eyes travel over your face while he thinks. Something must catch in his mind for a second as his eyes linger and widen fractionally near your mouth, before his lips twist slightly and he moves on from whatever the thought was, while his gaze continues its path over your features.

When he’s decided, he locks his brown eyes with your turquoise ones; eyes which he has, on many occasions, compared to the great sea that you so deeply love and are connected to. “Okay.” He nods in agreement. “Give me the world.” You raise your eyebrows in a silent question. In return, he nods to the ship on your right. “Promise me that I can remain by your side as you travel the seas, and we can see the world together.” 

“Are you sure? You really want to go with me?” 

“Of course,” he scoffs. “I’ve always followed you, Lia, why would I stop now?” 

The words are barely out of Soonyoung’s mouth entirely before you let go of his hands to throw yourself at him with a bright smile and embrace him tightly. “I love you, you know? So much, Soonyoung,” you remind, squeezing him affectionately.

“I know,” Soonyoung replies softly as his arms wrap around your waist and he tucks his face down into your neck. “I love you too, Cordelia.”

When you return to the Kwon house, the pair of you excitedly pounce on your friends to wake them up and tell them of your plan to sail the world together in the ship that Soonyoung built for you.

At first, the three stare at you blearily with sleep-mussed hair as they try to decipher what exactly your excited babbles mean. 

Then, when you’ve repeated yourself for the fourth time, Carmen is finally awake enough to register your words fully and gawps at Soonyoung in shock. “You built her a ship?!”

“It’s a sloop,” Soonyoung points out with a sheepish grin, while holding up his hand to extend a single finger. “Only one mast.”

“I don’t care how many masts! You built her a ship, Soonyoung!” 

“No… Just fixed one. It was mostly all there; I just had to replace the deck, parts of the hull, the supports, the mast, get new riggings and sails-” 

“You’re an idiot,” Eme declares flatly, earning a pout from Soonyoung, before flopping back down to get cosy under the thin blanket over them. “Just let me know when we’re leaving.” 

“We?” you ask, prodding at Eme’s backside until they slap your hand away with an annoyed grunt.

“Leave my ass alone.” 

“We?” you repeat, poking at their calf this time. Eme kicks out at you, making you snicker as you let the momentum of the painless hit topple you over against Carmen, who silently wraps her arms around you naturally. 

“Of course, we,” Jeonghan replies, on Eme’s behalf. “Like we’ll let you two idiots go travelling the world without us; you’d be dead before the week is up.” 

“Hey!” both you and Soonyoung reply in sync, with matching offended pouts aimed at the eldest male of your little group.

“I’d never let Lia die!” Soonyoung exclaims. “I’d protect her with my life!”

“We know,” Eme sniggers without lifting their head, or turning to look at any of you. “She’s a better fighter than you, idiot.” 

“I’m not an idiot,” Soonyoung whines. “Auntie says I’m a great sword fighter and have really clever strategies! Just because you fight like you were born with a weapon in your hand!”

“You’re an excellent sword fighter, Soonie,” Carmen soothes, patting Soonyoung’s thigh to settle him down and smooth out the upset scrunch of his eyebrows. “And you are very intelligent in your strategies; you studied very hard, harder than any of us to learn everything auntie taught us.” 

“I did,” Soonyoung confirms while nodding emphatically. 

“But you would definitely follow that idiot into the dumbest, most dangerous situations without hesitation,” Eme points out, while literally pointing in your direction, despite still not facing you. You can’t help but wonder how they can always so easily locate any of you like that. It’s truly impressive.

“Lia isn’t an idiot.” Now Soonyoung is offended on your behalf and looks more upset than when his own intelligence was under scrutiny. “She’s the smartest person I’ve ever met!” 

“Hannie is literally pretty much a doctor.” Eme rolls over onto their back to give Soonyoung an unimpressed look. “Pretty sure he’s the smartest one here.” 

“In one subject! Lia is smart at everything!” 

“Carmen,” Eme groans, looking at the eldest forlornly. “Please help me out here; the baby won’t listen to me.” 

“Hey! I’m not a baby!” Soonyoung complains. 

“You’re the baby of the group and Carmen is the mother.” 

“Mama Carmen,” you mutter, which Eme copies before you both snigger and look at Carmen, who is far too used to the pair of you to react past a fond little smile at your shared humour and antics.

“Everyone is smart in their own way,” Carmen says diplomatically. “Delia is smart in a wide range of ways, you’re right, Soonie. But she also doesn’t think things through beforehand and has gotten us all into trouble many times, especially you.” 

Soonyoung automatically opens his mouth to try to defend you, but then he clearly realises he can’t refute Carmen’s words and presses his lips back together as he slouches defeatedly. 

You’re not even offended. You’re the first to admit to your faults, and barrelling headfirst into anything that catches your attention and seems like it will be fun or interesting is definitely your weakest point. Still, it’s led to a lot of good memories and very few truly dangerous ones, so you highly doubt you’ll ever try to change that fault of yours.

And Soonyoung’s weakest point is his unwavering loyalty to you and even your most hare-brained schemes. Which, in hindsight, only encourages your special brand of chaos and tomfoolery further.

“Which means you need supervision,” Jeonghan summarises. “So, we’ll all go with you. Right, Carmie?” 

“Right,” Carmen agrees without hesitation. “But we’re not going to blindly climb aboard and set sail with no heading. We need a plan and until then, we’re not stepping foot past the barrier.” 

“I’ve never been past the barrier,” Soonyoung murmurs while crawling to his place amongst the duvets, pillows and blankets padding the living room floor into a makeshift bed. It’s barely big enough for five 25-year-old bodies, but you’ve been doing this since you were so young that you can’t even remember the first time. You may all complain and shove at each other for more space, but at the end of the day, not one of you would ever truly want it any other way.

“None of us have,” Jeonghan chuckles, shuffling over to make room for Carmen to return to her usual space right at his side, with Eme on Jeonghan’s other side and already almost asleep, having always been the one to fall asleep easiest out of you all.

“Except Delia,” Carmen giggles as you lay down in the space between Eme and Soonyoung and curl up against his chest as his arm wraps around your waist comfortably. Eme, even in their almost-asleep state, sticks a leg out to wiggle their left foot between your legs; uncaring of the fact that they always wake with a numb foot from it being caught between your legs all night with little circulation. 

“Our sea princess,” Jeonghan giggles back at Carmen and you roll your eyes, making Soonyoung grin sleepily at the sight. 

“Bubbles will love exploring with us,” Soonyoung whispers to you, grinning as you peer up at him. You grin back and nod, thrilled at the thought of having your sea-dweller friend along for the adventure. 

Soonyoung is right, Bubbles will love getting to traverse the seas and see his mother again after so many years apart. You’re now even more excited than you were before, for your adventure with your five best friends.

The few days following Soonyoung’s birthday consist of three of your friends trying to convince their parents to allow them to join you and Soonyoung on your adventure, while you and Soonyoung do your best to start to gather supplies and come up with a plan of where to go to start the journey.

As for Soonyoung’s parents, all it takes is for Soonyoung to announce his intention to travel with you, when the seven of you set down for breakfast the morning after his birthday. His parents look between you two, then share a look before simply nodding in agreement, making you and Soonyoung light up excitedly. His father, Cheonghyeon, promises to supply Soonyoung with the best tools possible to take on the journey, so that he can keep the ship in sailing condition and fix whatever damage the seas may cause.

Whereas, when you wander into your father’s office in the town hall to tell him your intentions, the king lets out a theatrical long-suffering sigh and accuses you of abandoning him, just like your mother. You only roll your eyes and remind him that she’s due home any day, and that he’s getting needlessly dramatic in his old age. That shuts him up and he gives you a list of tasks to complete before the day is up if you want his approval.

On the list is a task to dig up a strange number of precious gems from around the island; the very reason your homeland is called Shimmer Isles. 

Embedded all over the island is a seemingly endless amount of shiny gems and stones. You know they’re precious elsewhere in the world, but here on Shimmer Isles, they hold little value due to the copious amounts of the jewels naturally buried in the land.

That task alone lets you know that you already have his approval to leave. There isn’t any reason for your father to want the gems at all. The only person to ever use them tends to be your mother, when she leaves the Shimmer Isles to travel on her own ship with her crew on their adventures. Though, she always digs her own up days before her travels, so this is your father making sure you will have enough financial aid out in the big, scary world. 

Once Flauro gives his permission to you, Josephine shortly follows in giving Eme permission to join. And then Carmen’s parents agree on the terms that you have your first journey planned properly and can prove it to them with navigational maps they expect Carmen to create herself. But Carmen has no idea where The Sceanery will go because you have no idea yet either.

On the same day that your mother returns from her travels, she sits down with you in her study after dinner and shows you a little journal. A journal that she tells you she had curated specifically for you many years ago.

It’s only upon opening the journal that you know exactly where you want to go to start your adventure.

“Mermaids?” you gasp, taking in her familiar style of sketching in the shape of a mermaid; a creature you have been fascinated with since childhood and have always wanted to meet. Yet even your mother with all her decades of travel and adventure under her belt has never met one. You never even knew that she has been collecting information on mermaids until now.

“Aye,” she confirms, leaning back in her seat as she puffs on her favourite pipe. “I know you’ve always wanted to see a real-life mermaid, so I’ve always kept my eyes and ears open for tales. And this-” she taps the journal in your hands with a strong finger, “this is my years of information compiled into one easy to follow guide for my favourite daughter.” 

“I’m your only daughter.” 

“Think that makes you my least favourite too, by default,” she teases.

“By that logic, you’re my least favourite mother too,” you reply with a matching grin as you look into her blue eyes; so dark that they look black in the low candlelight, the same colour as her neatly braided hair where it lays over her left shoulder and stops at her mid-chest.

“Touche.” She tips her hat at you, making you giggle before you look back at the book. “All my years of intel have pointed me to a man known as Legs.” 

“Legs?” you question, raising your eyebrows and looking at her to see her nod, puffing on her pipe again. “Why?” 

“How should I know?” She scoffs and offers you the pipe, but you shake your head, so she shrugs and puts it aside before leaning forward to turn the pages of the journal to her hand-drawn map. “He’s said to be found in Embermere Harbour. It’s about a two-week travel east of here, but I bet you’ll have the sea on your side and make it shorter.” 

“Maybe not the sea itself, but certainly some helpers to help me on my way,” you muse. “I’ll do it in ten days.” 

“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” your mother chuckles and leans back in her chair as she picks her pipe back up. “There’s a storm due to cause havoc a little north tonight; if you want to miss it, I’d suggest either you set sail by this time tomorrow or you’ll have to wait it out a week before going. And I know you, my dearest daughter, are an impatient little shit.” 

“I take after you.” 

“That you do,” she agrees with a lopsided grin. “You’re the best and worst parts of your father and I.” 

“There’s no hope for me, is there?” 

“Not the slightest bit.” 

The very next morning, you rush straight over to Carmen’s house before she or her parents can go to work to excitedly show them the journal. 

Although it’s not Carmen’s own work, Miko and Toto know from Toto’s own past travelling with your mother, that she is more than competent and trustworthy where her navigational skills are involved. Plus, they know she would never endanger you or any of their kids, so they nod in agreement and give Carmen permission to look in the attic for Toto’s old gear to use.

After excitedly hugging Carmen’s parents in thanks and telling them you’ll look after their daughter, you run off with your journal to burst into Soonyoung’s house. It gives his mother a fright, where she’s cleaning up from breakfast, her husband and son already at the shipyard where Cheonghyeon’s office and workshop is. 

Before you can dart back off, Junghwa calls you over to sit with her at the table. 

“What is it, auntie?” you worry with a frown as you curl your fingers around the back of her hand, where she is holding your right in both of her hands on top of the table at the adjacent side to you. 

“You will look after my Soonyoung, won’t you, Cordelia?” she asks gently.

“Of course. I’d give up my life to save him.” 

“And he’d do the same for you,” she chuckles and lifts your hand to touch your knuckles to her cheek in a way she has always done to comfort herself when she is worried about any of you. 

Admittedly, it’s often you who feels her soft cheek against your skin. Perhaps you really should stop being so careless to allow her to stop looking at you like she is worried that she will never get to sit with you at her kitchen table like this again.

“I’ll pull captain on him,” you assure with a lightness to your tone as if you’re joking. But you’re not, not really. 

The same night you all decided to pack up and start a life of adventure, Soonyoung had declared that as The Sceanery belongs to you, only you can be her Captain. Which the others agreed with at once. Jeonghan even pointed out that you’ve always been the leader of your merry little band of misfits; it simply makes sense for you to keep that position, just with a more official title now.

So, you are the Captain of The Sceanery, even if you know you will never take that title seriously unless you absolutely have to. You’d rather just be equals with your friends and be the ship’s cook, as the most adept at cooking amongst you all. But if the time comes where your friends are in danger and you need to pull rank to have them leave and let you handle it, give up your life to protect them, you will. 

You just hope that Soonyoung’s stubborn streak and loyalty to you doesn’t get in the way should the worst happen.

“I know,” Junghwa chuckles softly and kisses your knuckles in that motherly way she always has. Not that your mother has ever kissed your knuckles, but you’ve seen Junghwa do it to Soonyoung so many times and observed the clear motherly love in her gaze as she does, so you know the love Junghwa puts into this action. 

Your mother has her own methods of motherly love, none lesser than Junghwa’s affections by any means, as you feel the warmth of love from both. Your mother is simply less obvious with her affections and always has been, according to your father.

“I’ll make sure he comes home to you in one piece,” you promise, squeezing her hand a little, and lifting it to press your own kiss of promise and love to her skin. 

“I’m not sure you can protect all of him, sweetheart.” 

“If he loses a finger, it’ll be because he got distracted while trying to do a trick with a sword.” 

“That’s true,” she agrees with a laugh. “But I meant his heart.” 

“Oh, I suppose there will be plenty of opportunities for him to meet women on our travels,” you confirm, expression twisting a little at the thought of those faceless, nameless women winning the heart of Soonyoung just to break it. 

“Mm.” 

“I won’t stop him from chasing those that take his fancy, auntie, that’s not my place. But as his friend, I’ll always be there to make sure he knows he deserves the best, better than a fling on some random stop to stomp all over his heart.” 

“Ah, I’m not worried he will fall prey to flings, Delia.” 

You tilt your head a little in confusion at the woman. “Then what?” 

“Just keep an eye on him for me, okay?” 

“Of course.” 

“Good.” She pats your hand approvingly and gets up. “You should hurry if you want to catch him before he heads off to his first job.” 

“Oh, right.” You nod and get up to hug her before running off.

As soon as you spot Soonyoung packing up the cart ready to head to work with a few of the men who work for his father, you yell his name. Soonyoung spins around to find you and lights up. 

Just like always, he catches you without fail when you throw yourself at him with an excited shriek.

“What?” he laughs, neither of you paying any attention to the men around you, who just step around you both. They’re all so used to how distracted you two often get when together and tend not to notice the world continuing around you. 

“We have our heading!” 

“Really?!” Soonyoung starts to bounce excitedly. “Where to?”

“Embermere Harbour to find a man called Legs, who knows where to find mermaids!” 

“Legs?” He falls still to give you a bewildered look.

“I don’t know why they call him that, I assume he’s fast or something.” 

“Makes sense,” he murmurs as he nods in agreement. “When do we leave?” 

“Mother says a storm is coming in from the north, so either we leave today, or we’ll have to wait a week.” 

“I need to get someone to cover my shift; we still need to finish getting supplies!” Soonyoung takes your hand into his and leads you towards his father’s office. “Have you spoken to Carmen?” 

“Yep, all good to go. Jeonghan is next on my list. I know his parents will be the hardest to convince and I don’t blame them. I’m worried about his health on the seas myself.” 

“Me too. But we can make as many stops as he needs and keep stocked up on all the medicine we can. And there will be lots of books to collect about various medicines, new things he can try to help make him better in different towns.”

“Yes, I agree. Let’s just hope auntie and uncle do too.”

As expected, Jeonghan’s parents are the hardest of all to convince. Jeonghan has had troubles with his health since birth. For the first few years of his life, there had been many times where they had feared he wouldn’t make it through the night, yet he always pulled through, even if barely. 

Since Jeonghan was old enough to read and truly understand the material he consumes, he’s been absorbing every single piece of information on medicine and the human body he can, in order to try to find a way to make himself better. So that he can join in with the games and activities you all play, for more than short bursts at a time before he needs to sit aside to catch his breath and get his energy back. So that he doesn’t feel like he’s constantly holding you all back. So that he doesn’t feel like such a burden on his parents’ constantly worried shoulders.

For a decade now, Jeonghan has been treating himself and the townsfolk well enough that nobody has truly been scared for his life in a long time. Yet still, being on a ship travelling the world isn’t the stability his body is accustomed to.

Nobody can blame his parents for being fearful, you are too, but you have faith in his abilities. Plus, you have a secret plan, one that not even Soonyoung knows. A reason for wanting to go on adventures and find lost treasures.

You don’t want riches; you don’t want fame. The treasure you crave more than any other isn’t one you can claim for your own or put a price on. It’s one that you hope will cure your precious friend of his ills. You want to find the location of a place of legend, so that you can lead Jeonghan to drink from the waters and give him the life he deserves. 

If anything can cure him, it will be the Fountain of Vitality.

But you don’t know where it is. There’s so little information on it that you could spend a lifetime looking. You’ll do it though, for your friend. You’d go to the end of the Earth and back to give him a long, happy life. 

Jeonghan’s mother is given refuge from yours and Soonyoung’s attempts to sway them when she needs to leave for the schoolhouse to teach the children their ABCs, or whatever is on the books for the local young children today. 

His father, however, is forced to face the full brunt of both of your puppy eyes and pouts, while Jeonghan sits obliviously in his favourite armchair by the fire in the living room; eagerly absorbing the words from one of the medical books and scrolls his father has brought back for him this time from his travels with your mother on her ship.

“Please, uncle?” Soonyoung pleads, gripping Seungil’s hand in both of his, where he’s on his knees before the man. 

Seungil is essentially just an older, taller, and healthier version of his son. They have the same pure black hair, though Seungil’s is kept short for ease on his travels while Jeonghan’s is long to his neck. And while both men have blue-grey eyes, Jeonghan’s are usually greyer. Though, the healthier he is, the bluer his eyes are. 

The reminder of your friend’s healthy eyes perks you up and you shuffle over along the couch until you’re squished next to Seungil and poke his jaw until he sighs and lets you turn his gaze over to Jeonghan. “Look at his eyes, uncle,” you urge.

“I am aware of my own son’s eyes, Delia,” Seungil points out.

“They’ve been this blue for weeks now.” 

Seungil knows what that means; the whole island knows what that means. The man stares at his son for a few seconds. “They have?” 

“They have,” Soonyoung confirms. “You know we keep track of it. Carmen probably has it all written down in that journal she keeps of his health.” 

“He still doesn’t know about that, does he?” Seungil chuckles, nudging both of you away so that he can get up.

“No, they’re both stupid,” you comment and catch the amused grin Seungil shoots at Soonyoung, who pulls a face. But you don’t have the chance to question it, you never do.

“Han,” Seungil calls as he approaches his son. Jeonghan looks away from his book and up to his father, who stops in front of him and carefully takes in his condition. “How are you feeling?” 

“Good, I think I’ve really had a breakthrough lately. I’ve had more energy, and I can eat better than I have in a long time,” Jeonghan confirms confidently. 

“You’re not lying just to convince me to let you go sailing around, are you?” 

“No, father.” Jeonghan gets to his feet, after carefully bookmarking his page, so that he can lift his shirt to show his slim body. “Look; my ribs no longer protrude, and my stomach is filling out.” 

“So, I see,” Seungil mutters, impressed and feeling a little emotional at the very slight pudge to his son’s lower stomach. It’s something he never thought he’d see due to Jeonghan’s body always having struggled to hold onto nutrients from food. If it even allowed him to keep the food itself in the first place. 

“I ate two pieces of Soonyoung’s birthday cake!” Jeonghan announces proudly as he tucks his shirt neatly back into his waistband. 

“Two?” Seungil smiles. “That’s really good, Han. That makes me glad to hear. Maybe we should have your captain bake a cake in celebration.” 

“My captain?” Jeonghan gasps, eyes lighting up with the same excitement that you and Soonyoung feel rise in your own bodies. You both jump up excitedly and blindly grab onto each other, yet stay in place by the sofa, not wanting to intrude. 

“Aye, your captain.” 

“Thank you!” Jeonghan wraps his arms around his father’s middle to embrace him gratefully, a bright smile on his face. 

“You’ll like travelling; all the books and medicines you can discover,” Seungil chuckles, leaning his head onto his son’s as he embraces him back, savouring this moment. 

“I’ll become the most competent healer to ever come out of Shimmer Isles.” 

“You already are.” Seungil lifts his head to lock suddenly serious, blue-grey eyes on you. You look back at him with rounded eyes, barely even noticing Soonyoung moving closer to you and putting a hand to your lower back. “And you better show your mother up by being the best damn captain possible and go above and beyond to keep my son safe.” 

“I will,” you promise without hesitation. “I intend to buy every single piece of information I can to try and help Hannie get better.” 

Jeonghan gives you a soft, grateful smile from where he’s still tucked up against his father’s front, to enjoy what might be their last long embrace in some time. 

There’s no knowing how long you’ll all be away at sea and if Seungil will even be home whenever you return. Maybe your paths will cross on the seas, but a world as big as this makes the chances rather slim; and for the safety of your friends, you’d rather not travel in the same circle as your mother and her crew tend to.

“Come, Soonie, we still have lots to prepare. Pack up, Hannie; we’re setting sail before sundown.” 

“Today?” Seungil sputters. “I’ve only been home less than a day!” 

“We need to beat the storm, uncle,” you point out. “Your captain told me it’s coming, so take up your issue with her.”

“No way. That woman is stubborn and too quick with a sword,” Jeonghan’s father mutters, then waves you and Soonyoung off. “Get out of my house so that I can spend as much time with my son as possible until you steal him away from me.” 

You and Soonyoung leave the Yoon house with giggles on your lips and excited skips in your steps, eager to start your journey across the open seas with your best friends. 

You don’t know exactly what your future holds, but you both know that it’s going to be the adventure of a lifetime.

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Yeosang, the Jack of Diamonds

Who: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x gn!reader [towards the end]

What: Angst in the first half, fluff in the last half/Once Upon A Time AU

WC: 500 words

Summary: a headcanon based off an old mini series I wrote a while back

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet @newworldnet @cosyhomenet

Kang Yeosang was nothing more than an average citizen of Wonderland trying to avoid the watchful eyes of Cora Mills, the old Queen of Hearts. However, after her death in Storybrooke, his life had changed for the better. 

citizen!Yeosang, who jokingly put in his submission to be one of the four jacks (the Wonderland term for prince) when the campaign started. 

citizen!Yeosang, who never thought that his application would be submitted and accepted.

citizen!Yeosang, who stood as still as a statue when the Wonderland citizens elected him to become a jack.

citizen!Yeosang, whose eyes become wider when he realizes that he will not only become a jack, he will become the Jack of Diamonds. 

From an ordinary citizen to the four jacks of Wonderland, Kang Yeosang’s life trajected towards a completely different path. 

jack!Yeosang, who didn’t know absolutely anything about being a royal subject, let alone a jack. 

jack!Yeosang, who was frightened, intimidated, and overwhelmed by everything in this huge diamond-coated castle. It also didn’t help that his supposed royal assistants would tell him different things. 

“Do it like this!”

“Don’t listen to that idiot! This is the proper way!”

“Your highness, your hair is… down. You look like a peasant.”

jack!Yeosang, who wanted nothing more than to quit. To revoke his candidacy. To cry. 

jack!Yeosang, who yelled at everyone angrily for the first time in his entire life. He hasn’t been angry or frustrated before so lashing out was completely new to him. 

jack!Yeosang, who saw the surprised looks on his subjects’ faces when they were on the short end of the stick of his lash out. 

jack!Yeosang, who apologized profusely and ran away from everyone without hearing what they had to say. 

jack!Yeosang, who spent hours crying in his room and wallowing in self-pity and regret. 

jack!Yeosang, who felt a hand rub his back soothingly as a presence sat down next to him. 

“Hey. It’s ok, Yeosang. I’m here.”

jack!Yeosang, who threw his arms around the newly crowned Queen of Diamonds. One of his good friends. Park Seonghwa. 

jack!Yeosang, who vented to queen!Seonghwa about everything. And I do mean everything. 

jack!Yeosang, who listened to every piece of advice that queen!Seonghwa gave him since he knew everything about being royalty due to his lineage having royal blood. 

jack!Yeosang, who slowly but surely became the Jack of Diamonds that Wonderland needed. 

jack!Yeosang, who felt extremely proud of himself when he finally got the hang of it. 

jack!Yeosang, who toasted alongside queen!Seonghwa and the newly minted kings & jacks when they celebrated the clean image that Wonderland now presents in the kingdom. 

jack!Yeosang, whose heart was beating out of his chest when he first met you.

jack!Yeosang, who was somehow ok with you choosing Mingi & Jongho instead of him. After all, their personalities drew you in. 

jack!Yeosang, who was glad you chose to stay in Wonderland. 

The End

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Yeosang as Yumemizuki Mizuki

Who: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) [no pairing]

What: Fluff/Genshin Impact AU

WC: 500 words

Summary: A headcanon that features an Ateez member as a Genshin Impact character of my choosing

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet @newworldnet @cosyhomenet

Credits to @yourfatherlucifer for the banner 💞

Yumemizuki Mizuki is a catalyst user with an anemo vision. Anemo is the air element in Genshin. She is friends with everyone in Inazuma due to her job as a clinical psychologist in Aisa Bathhouse. Aisa Bathhouse is the main yet most popular hot spring spot in Inazuma. After giving it some deep thought and having a discussion with one of my moots, I figured out who in Ateez would fit the closest to Mizuki and the answer is interesting yet the most logical at the same time. 

Kang Yeosang. 

The main reason why I put these two together is, again, interesing yet the most logical. If you’re an atiny Genshin player, you’ll understand. If not, allow me to explain. As a yumekui-baku, a Japanese demon that feasts on bad dreams, her sessions are different. Along with her soothing voice and gentle nature, she also utilizes her abilities to make sure that the stress and nightmares of a person are taken away so they can finally relax. I feel like in another life, Yeosang would be a clinical psychologist or some type of therapist that people can trust easily and depend on for getting rid of their stress. His own gentle nature and soothing voice would lull the person into a sense of comfort and he would listen tentatively to that person’s conflicts before offering some advice on how to process their problems and overcome them.

Now you understand why I chose him for her? Great!

One of Mizuki’s lines when you unleash her burst is “Bad dreams, begone!” As you unleash her burst, you’ll see Yachan & Techan spring forward and set up the swirl effect. If you have an electro DPS like Yae Miko, a hydro DPS like Neuvilette (another catalyst user) or Xingqiu (a sword user), a pyro DPS like Arlecchino (a polearm user), or a cryo DPS like Kaeya (another sword user) on your team, then Mizuki’s swirl effect will be even better. 

Before anyone clocks me, I’ll have you know that the characters I mentioned above were the only DPS characters I could think of off the top of my head. In addition, I have all these characters in my character archive (minus Yae Miko) and have used them in my own team at one point. 

Well… I’ve used Xingqiu, Arlecchino, & Kaeya. I haven’t used Neuvilette due to mid talents and poor artifacts. 

OK MOVING ON!

Mizuki’s elemental skill is jumping into the air with clouds swirling around her as she’s holding a tray with an empty cup & sealed milk bottle. She also says, “Turn that frown upside down!” With her skill, she can utilize the swirl effect by floating towards an enemy with either electro, hydro, pyro, or cryo applied to them and spreading it towards the other enemies. I can imagine the enemy being so confused when there’s a large man with a smile on his face saying Mizuki’s voice line as he floats towards them. Before the enemy knows it, they’ve been defeated. 

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Week One

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Pretty Boy - L.JH

🧶Who: Lee Jihoon (Seventeen) x reader 🧶What: Fluff. Smut (18+). Established relationship. 🧶Word count: 4.6k 🧶Warnings: Jihoon’s habit of walking around half naked. Kind of sub Jihoon, but it’s not really a thing. He’s just a simp, really. They’re generally very much on equal grounds. Body worship (Jihoon receiving). Vague mentions of hickies/love bites (Jihoon receiving). Nipple play (Jihoon receiving). Oral (Jihoon receiving). Short mouth fucking moment. Hand job (Jihoon receiving). Jihoon cums on himself. It’s all very soft, really.  🧶Summary: “Sometimes, your boyfriend forgets how pretty he is. It's your job to remind him.”

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A/N- This was a very spur of the moment decision to write because I decided Jihoon needs a fic titled “Pretty Boy”. The cardigan mentioned is the one he wore during a God of Music live recording (I didn’t realise it’s actually a jumper until trying to find a picture of it, oops). Thank you to @lovetaroandtaemin for reading this over for me and assuring me that the smut isn’t shit due to my lack of practise these days 💗

After living with Lee Jihoon for two years now, and dating for another year before that, you’re used to the man shamelessly strutting around the apartment in as little clothing as possible. 

Often, you return home and find him lounging around in just his boxers. You’ve kind of become desensitised to his partial nudity at this point, even if he’s ridiculously attractive and favours tiny little boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Sometimes, you can’t help but jump him when your hormones run wild, but mostly, you just appreciate the view and carry on with your life.

It's normal. 

What isn’t normal is for him to decide to add one of your creations to the mix. 

A few days ago, you gifted Jihoon a cardigan that you had spent months secretly crocheting for him; a difficult task when the man is always home if not working or at the gym, so you hadn’t gained many opportunities to lovingly create it. 

The cardigan is an amalgamation of colourful granny squares, attached together to be oversized on your boyfriend in the way you think makes him look so precious. All the colours against his skin look so pretty, even better than you imagined.

And Jihoon has been far more enthusiastic about the gift than you expected. That’s not to say you thought he’d be ungrateful, because you know Jihoon appreciates everything you give him, even the cheap keyring you won from an arcade game months ago. He especially adores everything you’ve handmade for him and looks after it all so carefully that you knew he’d love the cardigan too.

But you truly hadn’t expected the sheer joy and infatuation he’s shown for it. 

Every single day since you gave it to him, Jihoon has worn it. In fact, as soon as you gave it to him, he immediately pulled it onto his naked torso and curled up into a colourfully adorable little ball on the couch at your side. 

In retrospect, it may be your own fault for Jihoon’s latest habit. You had given him the cardigan when he was in nothing but his underwear, so he had first worn it with just his underwear and realised how soft the material is against his bare skin. 

So now, every single day, you return from work to find him wearing the cardigan with his usual loungewear. Or on the days you’re home before him, you get to witness his sheer determination to shower and get into his new favourite home attire: the cardigan and his boxers. His tiny, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination black boxers, so short that they don’t even peek out from the hem of the cardigan at the top of his thighs.

In fact, you can only catch glimpses of the black material through the holes in the cardigan and are supposed to act completely normal about this.

Clearly, Jihoon doesn’t think there’s any problem with it. He thinks he can just waltz around looking so fucking pretty without you losing your mind. 

You’d say he’s doing it on purpose and teasing you, but there’s not even the slightest hint of the usual mischievous glint he gets in his eyes, or the quirk of his lips from the start of the smirk he favours when he’s teasing you.

Today, he’s decided to make it even worse by tying his recently bleached hair up messily, to get it out of his face as he games on his laptop at your side on the couch. A few strands keep falling into his face, making him constantly have to try and tuck them behind his ears, but they’re just too short and only stay in place for a minute at most.

You know that he’s going to get frustrated in a minute, so you get up to go to the bedroom and grab your little bag of hair bands and clips and return to his side. He glances at you and smiles gratefully when he sees the pouch balanced on your legs before he focuses back on his game.

After picking out a couple of cute little flower clips, you place them neatly in his hair and earn an appreciative kiss on the inside of your wrist when he grabs your hand quickly as it retreats, just to squeeze gently and kiss your wrist, then let go.

Although your task is finished, you don’t move away. Don’t look away. Can’t look away. Jihoon is just so fucking pretty, and you’re utterly mesmerised.

At first, Jihoon doesn’t even realise that you’re staring at him, he’s too focused on his game, but then he happens to glance at you and catch you looking at him. Still, he doesn’t realise that you’ve been staring at him appreciatively for a handful of minutes and just gives you a little smile and a soft kiss before turning back to his game.

But now that he’s caught you once, he seems to be very aware of your gaze on him as less than a minute later, he peeks at you and raises a questioning eyebrow. “What?” he wonders. “I’m not even being loud.”

“Do I look pissed off?” you counter, raising your own eyebrow at him. 

He eyes you carefully, as if this is a trick question, before shaking his head a little as his expression begins to turn perplexed. “No.”

“Well then.”

“Right,” he murmurs and gives you one more bewildered look before turning back to his game. Though only seconds later, he’s looking back at you with a confused exhale that makes you snigger. “Okay, seriously, babe, what?” 

“Can’t I admire my pretty boyfriend?” 

“You’re literally insane,” he mutters, pink blooming over his cheeks as he looks back to his screen shyly. 

It always amazes you that even after three years together, Jihoon still gets shy when you call him pretty, or beautiful, or gorgeous. But something about “pretty” always gets to him. He’s never admitted it, but you know he loves it when you call him pretty; but only if you mean it with everything in you. Like you do now.

“For my pretty boyfriend, yeah,” you confirm and lean forward to kiss his cheek. His shoulders lift as he tries not to giggle shyly at the praise paired with the sweet kiss.  

“Ah, stop,” he complains weakly and gently nudges you backwards with his elbow, even as you whine and nuzzle under his jaw with your nose affectionately. “L-love,” he stammers, fingers fluttering over his keyboard. “I’m playing.”

“I’m not stopping you, pretty boy.” As soon as the petname is out of your lips, Jihoon whimpers softly and you know you’ve got him. “But, if you turn it off, I can show you just how fucking pretty you are to me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out and doesn’t even bother turning he game off, just closes the lid of his laptop and moves it to the empty space on his left. 

“Let's go to bed. I want to lay you out and worship you,” you murmur against his skin. You feel his soft groan against your lips more than you hear it. 

Knowing that he’ll follow, you get up and head to the bedroom to set the bed up; pull back the covers and adjust the pillows to put yours right in the centre. 

Jihoon always prefers to lay his head on your pillow when you’re being intimate, so that he can fully immerse himself in you with your scent right by his face. It’s another thing he’s never admitted to, but you still know. You know him too well at this point to not notice these things about him.

Without a word, as soon as Jihoon is in the bedroom, he crawls up onto the bed and lays on his back to get comfortable in the centre of the bed, while you sit on the edge and watch him.

Once he’s still, you lean over with one hand resting gently on the centre of his chest and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Comfy, my love?” you check. He hums in confirmation and nods. “Good.” 

Satisfied with his position and comfort, you get onto the bed properly to kneel over him with a knee either side of his hips and work on undoing the buttons of the cardigan. 

When they’re all undone and you push the material aside to bare his torso to you, Jihoon starts to sit up ready to remove it, but you tut and gently push him back down. “You look so pretty in it, baby. Keep it on so you’re surrounded by my love, hm?” 

“It’s the cardigan that’s pretty,” he replies in a murmur, eyes darting down to look at the material pooling either side of his waist on the bed and still covering his arms. 

“Excuse you, Lee Jihoon, how dare you insinuate that you’re not leagues prettier!” you exclaim and pinch his nipple lightly, making him yelp and lift his hands to cover his always so sensitive nipples. 

“Hey!”

“Take it back!”

“You’re biased as my partner; you have to call me pretty!” he defends and bats your hands away when you reach towards his chest again.

“I called you pretty before we even started to date!” you remind and lean over him, planting your hands either side of his head. “Now, stop disrespecting the love of my life or we’re going to have issues, understand, Lee Jihoon?”

He softens at your words, your reminder of how intensely and utterly you love him. His eyes round out a little as his hands slip away from his chest. “C’mere,” he all but whispers as he reaches up to cup your face and gently pulls you into a kiss full of love and devotion; appreciation for you and an urge to show you just how much he adores you with his lips moving against yours. His tongue flits out to drag against yours slowly and spill soft moans into your mouth as his fingers press into your skin as if he wants nothing more than to imprint himself over every inch of you.

The kiss breaks with heavy breath and a handful of lingering pecks as neither of you really want to be apart; but you both need to breathe if you want to have the chance to live a long, happy, and healthy life together. Which, you both very much would love to do.

“My love?” he calls softly when you’ve both filled your lungs enough. You hum questioningly in response and lean up further to look down into his dark gaze. “Show me how pretty I am?” 

A gentle smile lifts your lips as you lean down and press a lingering kiss to his lips. “Happily, my pretty boy,” you hum appreciatively against his lips before starting your work.

Jihoon’s hands fall to the bed, splaying out and curling into the sheets under him as your lips start a well-travelled path over his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bones, and to his chest. 

You pass your adoration through your lips into his skin and know he can feel the intention based on the way his breath is already staggered. Little pants and puffs leave his parted lips as he tries to regulate his breathing when your love is filling his chest and making it hard to get a steady breath. But he’d never ask you to stop, would never want you to. He would choke on your love and still yearn for more. 

Jihoon doesn’t think he’s a greedy man generally, but when it comes to you and your love, he always wants more. He wants all you to fill him with your love until it spills out and puddles at his feet. He knows you’d scoop it back up and gently press it back into him as much as he wants. As much as he needs.

You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a person, even before he knew what he wanted. You’re everything he never knew he needed until the first time you did this; spent so long worshipping his body until he was a shivering mess on his bed, and you curled up at his side to hold him without asking or even wanting anything in return. 

He knew from that day that you’re it for him; the only person he wants to have in his bed. The only person he wants to spend his life with. 

You know how to lift him up, and how to hold him down on solid ground whenever he needs it. He tries his best to return that care and attention, and he hopes that he does a good job. He’s not very good with words and actions in day-to-day life, but he can lay here when you want him to, can let you show him how pretty you find him because he knows you genuinely mean it and need him to believe it too. 

He can do a lot of other things in bed too, things he knows you love, and he’s always willing to try out new things too. But that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about how much Jihoon can fuck you into the mattress or use his mouth and hands to send you to another plane of existence. 

This is about showing Jihoon how pretty he truly is. 

Jihoon’s breath catches when your lips brush over his left nipple, fingers of your left-hand dance over his ribs to meet his other nipple and teasingly trace featherlight around the very edge. He whimpers quietly and wriggles until you apply more pressure and stop teasing; press your thumb to one nipple and drag your tongue over the other. 

He gasps and without even looking, you know he’s closed his eyes and has that little furrow in his eyebrows that he always gets when pleasure starts to build in his body.

As much as you love playing with Jihoon’s pretty nipples, you know he gets very sensitive and desperate to cum very quickly if you spend too long on them, and that’s not the aim of this today.

Slowly, you move your mouth down his torso; kissing, sucking, and licking every dip and rise of his well-toned body as you listen carefully to every breathless moan and pleasure fuelled hitch of breath coming from your boyfriend. You don’t need to pay such close attention to his breathing to know which areas are more sensitive, which areas cause him to twitch and grip the sheets tighter. But you like the noises he makes. They’re almost as pretty as he is.

When you reach the elastic of his boxers, Jihoon lets out a soft whimper, nearly desperate for you to remove the item and make him cum already. Yet, he doesn’t try to make you. 

He knows you’ll take good care of him and make it worth the wait; even if his impatience wants to make him stick his own hand in his boxers to wrap around his practically throbbing length. But he’ll wait. He’ll wait as long as you make him. It’s always worth the wait; you’ve never failed to make him see stars when you do this.

He isn’t entirely surprised when you tease your fingers along the edge of the elastic, drag your tongue against the dip in his hips before moving further down. But it does make him let out a little noise of complaint that you only laugh softly at, a single exhale of air against his skin as your lips twitch up in amusement before you get back to work.

Jihoon knows you won’t be satisfied until you’ve kissed over every patch of exposed skin, until you’ve tucked bite marks into the insides of his thighs just at the hem of his boxers where only your eyes and touch are granted the privilege of knowing. 

So, he waits as your lips trail his thighs.

He waits as your fingers wrap around the backs of his knees to lift his legs and allow you space to nip at the top of his calf to make his whole body twitch.

He waits as your tongue teasingly edges under the leg of his boxers to get at that tiny little hidden inch of extra skin.

He waits as your hands turn down his boxers little by little.

He waits as your mouth gives all the new skin thorough attention.

He waits as you toss his boxers aside and suck a collection of marks into the crease of his thigh while he pants and moans, hips moving and cock aching for your touch.

And finally, he’s rewarded.

Today, you don’t dance around it. Today, you think he’s really got the message. Today, the precum leaking from his cock is too pretty to resist and you lap at it shortly before abruptly taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Jihoon gasps sharply, body curling and shoulders coming off of the bed at the sudden wet, warmth wrap around his sensitive tip, before he drops back down with a string of curses, praises, and thanks. It makes you giggle, and the vibrations travel along his cock, where it’s sitting heavy on your tongue as you take him a little deeper, making him moan.

Finally, Jihoon loosens his grip of one hand from the sheets. His right hand unfurls to reach down and thread into your hair; to rest his palm flat on your head, even if his knuckles hurt from how tight he’s been gripping the bedding until now. 

“F-fuck,” he breathes out, hips canting up to slide more of his cock into your mouth. You adjust your position to make it easier on you to take him then hum, patting his hips encouragingly with both hands. It’s been three years of this, yet he still always checks, “You sure?” he pants, peering down at you. The flat look you give him makes him chuckle before he moves his hand from your hair to caress your cheek fondly. “Alright, love, remember to pinch me if it’s too much.” You hum in agreement to the rule put in place from the very first time Jihoon fucked your mouth, and then he starts moving his hips. 

Just like every time, Jihoon starts slowly, gradually moving his hips to drag his heavy cock over your tongue and tease the back of your throat without pressing into it. 

Back when you first got together, you had assumed he did it for your sake; but now you know that it’s mostly for him. He doesn’t want to get overwhelmed by going faster and not appreciate the feeling of your perfect little mouth welcoming his cock in so eagerly. 

The sight of your lips stretched taught around his thick cock, as he edges further into your mouth and hits your throat, makes Jihoon groan and move his hand from cupping your face and to the back of your head. 

He’s not pushing you, not holding you down or pulling your head to lead you. He’s just resting there, thumb randomly stroking against your hair because Jihoon can’t stop himself from rubbing his thumb against you whenever his hand is resting against any part of you. It’s pretty much ingrained in his very being at this point; to love you in every little way he can.

“That’s it, love,” he praises thickly, still watching the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth, even if it means he’s curled up a little, using far more muscles than necessary to fuck your mouth. You can feel his thick thighs contracting under your hands with every roll of his hips and see his abs tensed with the effort of keeping his head up high enough to watch. 

At times like this, ‘pretty’ doesn’t quite fit your boyfriend. He’s mind-numbingly hot and it makes you whimper a little. 

This is where Jihoon thrives; where he doesn’t question your comments because the man knows he’s hot. He works hard enough on his body to know and be confident in that. His mouth turns up at one side in a smug smirk, teeth peeking out his parted lips, but he doesn’t say a word and moves his lips a little harder. A little faster. A little deeper. 

The fact that he’s breaching your throat with every thrust tells you that this has all run away from you a bit. You were supposed to be showing Jihoon how pretty he is, but he’s just reminded you how ridiculously hot and muscular he is. 

Abruptly, you pull off of him, pressing both hands against his hips to force him back down onto the bed.

“Babe!” he exclaims in complaint, though when you wrap your hand around his dripping cock, he slumps against the mattress and drops his hands down to his sides, splaying out and letting his eyes flutter closed. 

“That’s it,” you approve and stroke your free hand over his thigh reverently, gently digging your fingers now and then to massage away the lingering tension from his efforts. “You’re very good at distracting me, pretty boy.”

“Y-you’re very good with- fuck,” he curses as your thumb passes over the tip of his cock and presses against his slit teasingly, before moving back down to work your hand up and down his slick length in the way you know he likes best. 

“I’m good with fuck, good to know,” you muse, and giggle when he shoots you an unimpressed look, but it goes, and he chuckles before motioning you to come to him. 

Obligingly, you lean over, grabbing his right hand as you go so that you can link your fingers together on the pillow beside his head as you hover over him. Jihoon reaches up to cup your jaw in his left hand and tug you into a deep kiss, his tongue dragging against yours and tasting the lingering flavour of his precum. He’s letting out continuous, soft, and low moans and groans as your hand continues to work over his length.

You know he has to be close, but he’s holding out, letting you bring him his orgasm at the speed you deem appropriate. It always made your heart swell knowing how much he trusts you to look after him in such a vulnerable and intimate way. If possible, you think it makes you fall in love with him a little more every time.

When his hands start to twitch and his kisses grow distracted, you know he’s teetering on the edge. It’s a sight you never want to miss, so you lean up enough to be able to look down at him, to see both his pretty, pleasure pinked face and leaking cock in one view. 

If possible, you’d frame a picture of Jihoon like this and hang it on the bedroom wall to look at whenever you want. But Jihoon had refused when you asked, so you have to make do with your memories and bring him to orgasm as often as he’ll allow you to be blessed with the visage. 

“Love,” Jihoon manages to get the petname out in warning amongst his panting and moaning, muscles starting to pull taut.

“I know, pretty boy. Show me,” you encourage. 

Jihoon nods mindlessly a few times before he abruptly stops breathing for a second, then moans long and low as his back arches and his climax hits him. You watch entranced as his cum lands over his exposed torso, painting his stomach and chest so prettily you hope you never forget this sight. 

His hair has half come out of the messy bun he’d put it in, and the clips are dangling from blonde strands beside his head, no longer keeping anything in place. His skin is splotchy; reds and pinks melting over his skin in no discernible pattern. His muscles are shuddering, trembling as pleasure courses through his body. He’s a mess. And he’s never looked prettier. 

Carefully, you drag your hand over his cock to work him through his orgasm before you let go, not wanting to overstimulate him. He’s already exhausted, and you know he can’t handle being overstimulated in these sessions. 

Knowing that he needs a moment to himself to gather himself, you press a kiss to his forehead before getting up to go to the bathroom and get a warm, damp cloth and a dry towel. Plus, a quick stop to the living room to grab his mostly full glass before you return.

He looks a little more like himself now and smiles tiredly at you as you place his glass down then climb up onto the bed to his side.

“How do you feel, my love?” you ask as you begin to use the damp washcloth to clean him gently. 

“Good, real good,” he assures as he puts his hand on your thigh to mindlessly stroke. “You always make me feel good.”

“I’m glad I’m doing my job as your partner right then,” you return, giving him a cheeky smile that he chuckles at. “Feel pretty now?”

“The prettiest,” he confirms, making you smile a little wider, truly happy with his response. Especially as you know he means it.

“You are,” you agree and quickly pat him dry before bundling the wet cloth inside the towel and tossing them in the vague direction of the washing hamper to deal with later. 

Once you’ve urged Jihoon to sit up enough to swallow down the remainder of his drink, you adjust the pillows back to normal and pull the blanket up over your bodies as you curl up against him. Jihoon hums happily as your head rests on his shoulder and his arms wrap around your body.

For a little while, you’re both quiet, contently enjoying just existing in one another’s bubble. At peace where you belong, tucked in each other’s loving embrace. You think that nothing could be better than this.

“I love you,” Jihoon says in a soft voice to not break the calm, fuzzy atmosphere, but his words are still so full of affection you can feel it overflowing and spreading over your skin. “With everything in me, I love you.”

It seems you were wrong. One thing could make this better and that’s your boyfriend speaking the depths of his adoration for you into the air and letting it settle over you both like a warm, cosy blanket.

“I love you just the same, Jihoon,” you promise and seal it with a kiss to his neck, where you can feel his pulse thrum under your lips and hope it will take the message right to his heart. You think it might, as Jihoon’s chest expands a little bigger as if his heart is momentarily swelling with the addition of your extra love, before it spreads throughout his body and he settles back down, holding you that bit tighter and pressing his own kiss to your head. 

You think that really, you will never find another who can make you feel the way Jihoon does. From the very first day you met, he stole your attention and over time, your heart, and a piece of your soul to blend with his own. 

Or perhaps, he always had a part, but you just didn’t know what you were missing until you met him, and he took the time and effort to show you what it means to find your other part. Your other half. Your soulmate.

You never believed in soulmates until Jihoon, always scoffed at the thought. But you think that if anyone was designed to complete your heart and soul, it’d be your pretty boy.

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Can I request a rockstar au with prompt 4 for Hongjoong, pretty please!?

Title: Bombshell

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong X female reader

Summary: Dating a rockstar means the perks of backstage sex.

Genre(s): Established relationship / Rockstar au / Smut /

Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI

Warnings: Oral f.receiving / m.masturbation / fingering / sex backstage / ever so slightly nipping / brief breast play / Hongjoong being slightly insecure

W/C: 998

Banner: me

A/N: Thanks for the request, I love rockstar Hongjoong!

Dating a world-famous rockstar definitely has its perks…one of those was getting to watch the whole show backstage. Watching not only his performance but getting to see how his fans react to it too. There are downsides however, the main one is not getting to go on the whole tour with him. You have a job and a life that you can't simply drop everything for to follow him. You found this part the most difficult, especially recently with a world tour taking much more time than you were used to. The separation from him had grown too much to bear and so you conspired with his manager to surprise him.

You took the twelve hour flight and now, here you stand, backstage, watching as he plucks away at his guitar strings, and draws euphoric screams from the crowd.

Your feet can barely stay in place as the urge to run to him grows, seeing how close he is. Balling your hands into fists to try and ground yourself and your excitement while you wait for the song to finish.

As he plays the final notes and takes his farewell bow to the crowd, you move into his line of sight as he heads towards the curtain. His eyes widen and his mouth stretches into that brilliant smile you love so much. He runs to you, scooping you up and squeezing you tightly against him.

“Baby! What are you doing here?” he says into your ear, refusing to release you yet.

“Surprise!”

“I need you, baby.”

You hug him back just as tight, enjoying the way his arms feel around you, until he pulls back slightly to look at you, cupping your face in one hand. “It certainly is.” he says softly, staring at you like you hold all the answers to life’s questions. Leaning down he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. One that silences everything and makes time stand still. His hands slide down to your backside and massaging your flesh, and you feel his erection against you.

With your heart pounding frantically he pulls away breathing hard.

They are the words you've longed to hear. The absence of his touch and his taste has haunted you since he left. You needed to feel loved and wanted and whole again.

“Then take me.”

Grabbing your hand, he leads you away through the bustling crowd of people backstage and straight to his dressing room. The door shuts behind you before he's pinning you up against it, locking it as his lips explore your jaw and throat. Desperate hands caress you everywhere, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, but you don't need to, not when you have him.

“I missed you so much.” you whisper, barely able to think as his lips travel down to your chest. He lifts your top then pulls your bra down, revealing your breasts, before enveloping one of your sensitive buds with his mouth.

“You didn't get tired waiting for me?” He asks, peppering kisses back up to your face but with an edge of insecurity you have grown used to.

“I could never.” you reply, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you. “You're the only one I want.”

He smiles, and his shoulders relax, his movements more confident as his hands traverse their way down to your skirt. “Let me show you what you mean to me, and you'll never want anyone else.” He says, as he drops to his knees.

Reaching up, fingers tickling your hips, he slowly pulls down your underwear and helps you lift each foot to remove them. He lifts your lace thong up to his face and inhales, eyes rolling back in his head.

“I'm going to keep these.” he adds darkly, as he stuffs them into his jacket pocket.

The thought of what he will do with them has heat pooling in your belly, your core trembles as he lifts your skirt over his head and his warm breath fans out over your sex.

As soon as his mouth touches you, he's like a man possessed, licking and suckling every crevice in the most expert way. Your clit throbs as his tongue makes a figure of eight across it and when he slides a finger inside you, your body jolts off the door. He beckons at that spot inside until your toes are curling. You can't help but lift one of your legs and throw it over his shoulder to give him better access.

He slips another finger in, stretching you open in such a delicious way your hips buck forward. You grab his head and push him against you, grinding your sex against his face as you desperately chase your high, needing that release. His moan that vibrates against you shows he does not mind and when you look down you see his other arm moving rapidly, and you know he's touching himself too, something that has arousal dripping out of you.

Your core tightens and then erupts, clenching hard around his fingers as he helps you ride out your orgasm. Stars pop up behind your eyelids and you can't even silence the sounds of your pleasure as he sucks hard on your clit. The overstimulation is almost too much to bear. Gasping for breath and legs shaking, he finally relents and pulls away from you, as he lets out his own release all over his leather trousers.

You grab him some tissues and help him clean up before slumping down beside him.

“That was definitely worth waiting for.” you say, as you lean over and plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby girl.” he replies, stalking over to you and forcing you to lay back on the floor. He hovers above you, and nips at your collar bone with his teeth, making you yelp, then looks up at you with a devilish smile, the one that has butterflies flying rampant in your stomach and says, “I hope you didn't plan on getting a lot of sleep tonight.”

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All I Ever Wanted

SUMMARY | You get jealous that Johnny pays more attention to your children than you. PAIRINGS |  Johnny x Reader RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked GENRE |  smut, pwp, fluff/comedy  CONTENT/WARNINGS | culte little monsters, profanity, flirting, teasing, unprotective sex, suggestive touches, breast/nipple play, dirty talk, kissing, skin marking, creampies, daddy kink, breeding/impregnation kink LENGTH |  4,832 words TAGLIST |  @lovetaroandtaemin @ourdawnishotterthanourday NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @cosyhomenet @keopihaus @winerys-collection @neocity-net AUTHOR’S NOTE |  First, dad!Johnny has been swimming in my mind. Second, this fic kinda loosely ties into Baby, Don't Stop lol. Third, I love you folks 💚💚

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You shouldn't be jealous of the boys perched on his lap. Of course he looks like he's enjoying himself, head thrown back laughing, smile bright and contagious, hands wrapped around the little bodies that clamber over his broad frame. They're looking at him in awe and amusement, tugging on his arms, touching his cheeks. He's great with children, they all say, a natural with them, a gift, and if there was such a thing as being perfect, he is.

"Mommy!" One of the boys in his lap notices you. You've just walked out the kitchen, placing down the tray of chocolate chip cookies on the dining table, while your husband and the twins smile brightly. The toddlers scamper off him to tackle you to the ground. You're a bit too exhausted and tipsy and worn-down for this, but you receive them nonetheless.

"They're so excited," your husband chuckles as he stands up, only to join you on the floor, and kisses you on the cheek.

You can't believe he's yours. From hooking up with each other back in college, to being apart for years and then reuniting again, he's made your life incredibly fulfilling, happy, and pleasant. You got married and he gave you the cutest kids. What did you do in your life to deserve such bliss?

He brushes some of your stray hair behind your ear, gaze unabashedly fond as he watches the twins babble in your ears, demanding your attention and affection. This time, he doesn't lean in and kisses you. He simply observes and is silent. But the love in his eyes is obvious. He looks like he's memorizing every detail, drinking you in, treasuring you in his mind. It makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Mommy," one of them begins. "Are you tired, mommy?"

"Is that why you're sleeping on the floor, mommy?" the other questions, brown eyes worried and small fingers stroking the side of your face.

"Mommy's tired," the oldest nods solemnly.

"Yes, yes, my babies," you coo, pinching their adorable cheeks and rubbing their tiny noses. Their giggles ring beautifully throughout the room, a harmonious tune. Their smiles make it feel like a ray of sunshine has been painted across their faces. You cup their tiny jaws, fingers gentle on their skin, and gaze tender as you peer up at the people you cherish the most in this life, and the next. "I'm very, very tired. Help mommy get up?"

Kevin, the oldest twin, eagerly jumps up to assist you to your feet while James follows. You thank them and peck their foreheads. Your husband has stood up with his arms around his chest, watching the whole interaction silently, with a quirked eyebrow and a crooked grin.

"What is that face your making, John Suh?" You playfully tease him. "Why are you not helping?"

Johnny shrugs. "I'm not gonna waste any muscle strength when you have your two strong boys right here."

James huffs at the praise. "Strong just like daddy! And I am going to grow big and tall like daddy."

"Really now?" Your husband chuckles, turning to grab James, before lifting him up with both arms. The small child bursts into peals of laughter and clings to his father's muscular frame. "That'll take years and years, buddy!"

Kevin doesn't want to be left out, and tugs at his dad's pants for attention. So, with an effortless shift, Johnny secures Kevin with an arm too and spins them around. This causes the brothers' laughter to mingle. You beam up at them and go back to the kitchen to clean up the mess the twin made.

Kevin and James are Johnny's mini-mes, with his brown eyes, nose bridge, and dimples. Sometimes when you wake up or watch them sleep, it still feels surreal that they're yours. That he's all yours, his big, loving heart, his thick muscles, his kind smile.

All. Yours. Forever.

"Your cookies were amazing!" His compliment echoes from the other side of the kitchen.

You peek your head over the wall, catching him walking towards you with a grin. He's effortlessly holding both children with an arm wrapped around their small bodies, the boys' faces on either side of his broad, wide neck.

You can't help but be a tad bit jealous of the boys positioned so intimately against him, how they can smell the mixture of sweet cologne and musky deodorant wafting from his body. How close their lips and noses are, the beautiful sight of his warm brown eyes, and how safe they feel in his presence. Your eyes snap back up to his once you notice that his dark brows are raised in question, perhaps reading your mind. Or noticing the look on your face. You open your mouth to respond, when your twin sons beat you to it.

"They are amazing because mommy is amazing!"

"She's the best mommy ever!"

The boys go on, praising you over and over again. Their exuberant excitement brings a flush over your cheeks, but the flattery does not overwrite your thoughts, still fixated on your husband's biceps, the curve of his shoulders, the tight fit of his polo. Johnny lets his head hang as he listens to the boys and nods along, with the silliest grin. His large, large hands ruffle through Kevin and James' heads and tweak their sides, tickling their soft, squishy tummies. They shriek in laughter.

You bit your bottom lip, a tinge of jealousy building again. You shouldn't be jealous of your own children getting attention from their father. But the pining, hungry side of you aches and yearns to have the same love, to touch him, smell him.

It's silly really. You've married Johnny and you have his whole heart, more than you ever asked for and deserved. His hand is always around the small of your waist, an arm over your shoulders, a peck on your cheek and soft nape. Yet you still find yourself feeling the slightest bit of envy when your sons monopolize him in the morning, taking him away from you as he tries to tame their rowdiness, their neediness, and insatiable, chaotic energy, to which he manages perfectly, like how he manages you.

"All right, all right," Johnny cuts the boys off as he moves to let the children run away and into the living room, to chase after their new plastic firetruck and to play police man and robbers. "Go ahead and play, I have to talk to mommy now."

"Is that right?" You ask in a sing-song tone once Johnny closes the space between the two of you. It's hot inside the kitchen but you blame it on him and his gorgeousness and charming disposition. As always. He smirks down at you, one thick eyebrow cocked. He knows how he affects you. It's easy. He towers over you, looming over you, trapping you with his height and broadness. A thrill runs through your spine as his intense gaze roams down your body and fixates on the flowy skirt around your legs. He bites his lower lip in silent, admiring consideration. "You seem to enjoy the attention. Are you replacing me already?"

He's right in front of you now, leaning back against the counter, with his palms keeping him propped and on the opposite sides of your own hips. "Is my wife jealous of her own sons? Cute," he laughs.

"Johnny," you whine as he closes the space and presses his hard, big frame into your body. Your lips can nearly touch, his warmth envelops your figure, and the familiar scent of his body has never felt stronger. "Do I still have to beg for your attention?"

"You want daddy's attention instead now? You don't have to be jealous of your sons," his voice takes on a sultry, sensual tone. The kind he uses during sex. You gulp. When you peek into the living room, your twins are thoroughly focused on driving their miniature vehicles across the wooden floors. It's too early to tuck them in anyway. "Daddy will always make sure his baby is good and spoiled."

"You—what? Johnny, no, they could come back any second," you stifle a groan when his long fingers trail under the hem of your skirt and brushes over your bare thighs, caressing and massaging the soft flesh there. You've never felt so needy for your own husband, but Johnny is irresistibly attractive, and you can't stop yourself. Especially not when he's in this kind of mood. "We can't, Johnny. Wait, please?"

"The question is, can you wait? Can mommy be a good girl until daddy gets the twins ready to sleep?"

A shiver passes through you, leaving goosebumps down your bare arms, as the coarse tips of his fingertips travel higher under the layers of cloth and inching closer to the edge of your cotton panties. Heat radiates through you, and you try your best to hold your breath and refrain from moaning and letting out any sounds.

You don't trust yourself. Not even a little bit.

But God, he's a goddamn tease. The slightest and most feather-like touch has you gulping, pressing back into the marble counters, and wrapping a hand around his bulging bicep in an attempt to regain sanity. You're trying to be good. To stop him before it goes any further. Before your kids have the mental scar of their mom and dad being freaky right behind their backs and not caring. But you also want to be bad, too. Because it's Johnny and all his touches feel like fire, and all his movements feel like electricity.

And maybe his pupils are dilated too, like he wants this, just as bad and needy, and impatient, as much as you do. You love how much he loves you, adores you, cherishes and values and prioritizes and worships you.

Johnny licks his lower lip. "Be a good girl until Daddy is done tucking the little monsters in."

Your fingers twitch around his bicep as a soft sigh escapes through your lips. This man knows how to get what he wants, what makes you comply, the slightest change in tone. His hot palms find the curve of your ass, palming it in slow strokes that contrast how rapidly your chest rises and falls, your desire seeping through. His expression remains unfazed and focused. As if he's contemplating which toy to use on you to make you scream and scream. He wants to give you the greatest experience of your life.

"If," you hesitate. "If I'm bad, what is daddy gonna do to me?" You speak quietly so as to not let the two boys hear.

"That's for mommy to find out, isn't it?"

You both turn when you hear Kevin squeak from the living room, racing across to avoid James and the police car. James screams loudly and chases his older twin, mimicking a policeman's cry and saying lines like 'stop!', 'I'm gonna get you!' and 'trust me!'.

A soft laugh emits from you as Johnny separates his body from yours and glances at his sons playing together. You do the same. It warms your heart to see your sons running in circles with their toys, with the sunlight cascading against the windows and illuminating their small smiles and cheery disposition.

"Alright," Johnny calls, snapping both their heads up and towards their dad's large form in the doorway of the kitchen. "It's bath time for the both of you."

"Bath time?" the twins repeat.

"Bath time," Johnny confirms.

A huff escapes you as you begin to trail after your husband, ready to help with the task, when Johnny glances at you over his shoulder. The twins have already been scooped into his large hands, and James holds the police car under one arm while Kevin holds the firetruck.

"Nope, nope, no," your husband shakes his head. "I think this is a job for daddy alone."

"No mommy?" James inquires, surprised.

"Mommy needs a break," Johnny answers with a nod, shooting a mischievous smirk your way. "She's been up early watching you two monsters and cooking delicious treats."

He carries the children out and towards their shared bathroom, but not without them flashing adorable and mischievous smiles your way, wishing you a goodbye and telling you to get some rest, which you graciously accept and promise that you will.

So while the Suh household's patriarch deals with washing his energetic offspring and putting them into comfortable pajamas, you opt for a brief rest period as well. By the time you settle in bed with a book in your hands, there are feet dashing outside your bedroom door. Twin shrieks erupt throughout your home's halls, followed by a faint exasperated laugh coming from your husband.

Your husband finds you, drenched, a few minutes later, with water running down his arms and wet splotches scattered all across the fabric of his white t-shirt. He shakes his head, dripping the bathwater across your entire bedroom and onto your carpeted floor. "Monsters," he says with no real anger. Only exasperated fondness.

"Ahh, you poor thing," you tease him, biting your bottom lip when his shirt clings onto the grooves and curves of his firm, defined pecs, stomach, and biceps. "Just wait until we have more kids in the near future. You'll have an army of monsters."

He frowns at the reminder. "An army I must prepare for."

Laughter bubbles from you. "Yes, a fierce and unstoppable army," you gesture for him to come forward to your nestled form on the edge of the mattress and he immediately kneels down with his face before you. The kiss you give him is warm and tender, gentle. "Go and finish up, Mr Suh."

You watch the love of your life grin and obediently follow your instructions, disappearing out the hallway.

And it's right after tucking Kevin and James safely and soundly beneath their fluffy blankets that the house falls silent. Save for the lullaby streaming from the radio placed beside the boys' sleeping bodies, a peaceful atmosphere encases the household.

Johnny quietly strolls back to the master bedroom and peels his shirt away with one swift and easy tug, leaving only the lower half of him clothed in a pair of sweatpants. You watch as his muscles flex and ripple, eyes traveling the wide expanse of his strong back and powerful build. It makes you a tad bit giddy how you're married to this big guy, this strong man that knows how to work your body so, so, well.

Your husband shoots a cocky, knowing smirk as if he reads your dirty mind and thoughts. The familiar burn of desire floods your gut, spreading all over. "Admiring me from afar?" Johnny's large body stalks over to his side of the mattress, slipping underneath the comforters and joining you under the sheets.

"It's a beautiful view," you answer back, tossing your book to the nightstand and turning the lamps off. "Why wouldn't I want to admire my big husband?"

He pulls you into the nook of his strong arm. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Except in bed, am I wrong? Well, technically we're on it but—okay, shut up," you cover his smug smirk with your palms and shush his chuckle.

"So," his thumb rubs soothing, pleasant strokes into your exposed upper back. "The monsters are tucked in bed and mommy is awake," his eyes roam all over the exposed bits of your skin, biting his lips as his gaze fixates and stares intently, admiring every single flaw. "Does my lovely wife want her husband's attention now?"

"Hm, yes, she does," you let out as you pushed him gently back against the pillows, clambering over his lap to straddle him. You grasped the hem of your loose shirt, peeling it over your head and letting your perky breasts jiggle free. Johnny immediately brings his warm palms to massage the mounds gently and tenderly, reveling and awing at how his large hands swallow and devour the orbs. "She missed him and craved for him the entire day, wanted nothing else but to have her sexy husband's big fat cock filling her up."

"Lord, you're hornier than ever, baby."

"Shut up and give your needy wife everything."

He hums against your neck, pressing wet, searing kisses against your skin. "Your wish is my command," he murmurs low and breathless.

You clutch onto his muscled shoulder blades, his tight, hard biceps and back. Every single dip and ridge of his muscles. You whimpered helplessly against his neck, bucking up your hips desperately, unashamedly into his growing bulge.

"Eager, eager," he coos. "Shh, mommy, remember our babies next door. We're gonna need to be quiet." He covers your mouth and pins you underneath him. "Make sure they stay asleep."

The rest of your clothes are quickly shed and his sweatpants were removed. Johnny buries his nose and lips against the pulse beating wildly on your throat. His large, rough fingers rub quick circles, causing your back to arch into his deliciously chiseled chest, a soft whimper bubbling from your parted lips. His heavy body is so big compared to yours, wide and muscular and powerful.

And, God, do you love it.

"Baby, hurry up, please," you whisper urgently, silently begging for him. "Before the twins wake up or I actually start screaming."

His warm breath brushes across the side of your cheek when he laughs, voice dropping to a deeper, husky tone. "Yeah? Would you really like daddy to get a little rough, fill you up, fuck you all night, until you can't move the next day?"

"God, I fucking love you," you press a desperate, messy kiss across his lips, caressing your palm against his warm cheek and trailing over his dark, thick hair. "You know I'll take anything you give me."

His snorts against the shell of your ear. "God, I fucking love you too," he mouths against the column of your throat. He knows your body well, every sensitive spot, every place that gets a moan escaping through your teeth and lips. "Who would have thought that college fuck buddies turned into a couple and a couple of babies later?"

"Johnny," you giggle as he begins his torture down south of your figure. "We are not talking about our babies while I want your cock inside of me."

He huffs in amusement, lightly tickling your thighs and sides, as he settles comfortably between your legs. "Fuck me, my wife is bossy," he mutters, shaking his head with mock-exasperation. "It's hot though. Sexy."

"Your wife is only bossy because you tease the hell out of me—" You gasp softly into his palm when he starts to align his cock with your dripping hole and gradually sliding himself inside of you in an agonizingly slow pace. You buck up your hips, wanting him all at once.

Johnny hovers above you, pinning you to the mattress and trapping you with his heavy, wide frame, eyes heavy with lust and hunger, lips kissing all along the curve of your jaw. You swallow a whine from being filled to the brim, his thick, big, pulsating cock twitching inside of you.

"How does that feel, baby?" Johnny leans down and breathes. His broad, tattooed arm and wide chest swallow your petite frame with ease. "All stretched and full?"

"Feels amazing," you choked out. "So full and good."

His hips retreats back, then slowly presses forward again. Your toes curl and dig into the sheets, clinging on, relishing the beautiful sensations and feeling of your husband filling and taking you so, so good. Johnny buries his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent and kisses the hot skin as he speeds up his thrusts.

He shushes your soft, faint mewls, hand palming and gripping your full thigh, before rolling you over onto your side. His chest pressed flush into the curve of your back, his arms wrapped around you and one palm flattened against your throbbing chest. He sucks marks against your bare skin as he penetrates from behind, with every powerful shove of his hips causing your ass to bounce back into his groin.

"Are you going to keep those moans at bay, baby girl?" Johnny groans against your neck. "Remember our sons are fast asleep just beyond the hallway. We have to be extra quiet."

You nodded into the pillow, almost forgetting that your twins are still within the household and could wake up in the middle of the night because their mom and dad couldn't keep their hormones at bay. "I'm sorry," you whisper apologetically. "Feels too good."

"Shhh, don't apologize," he grunts with a dark chuckle. "Just remember that we have a couple of monsters sleeping down the hall. So..." Your husband grips the back of your knees and angles it up higher to his hips, giving himself better access and access for his thick cock to delve into the depths of your walls. "What do you think of starting an army? A legion of little monsters who will be exactly as crazy as their big brothers."

"Really?" you smile into the mattress. "Can we even handle a legion of these monsters?"

"God, we already do," Johnny snickers. His fingers trace and pinch the taut skin of your breast, skirting over your perky, aroused nubs. "How many would you like though? What's the size and scale of your family?"

"You ask like we're creating a business."

"Well, there's always my business and," his body is hot behind you and his groin and hips feel like a burning fire with every powerful, thrusts. "Business is getting real hot in here."

"Really, Johnny?" you let out a breathless laugh. "Only you can make jokes while having sex."

"But you still love my stupid, terrible jokes, don't you?" Johnny tugs you closer into his big body, rolling your nipples as you close your eyes to relish and enjoy the pleasurable feeling of his cock hitting all the sweet spots, one hand pinching the sensitive peak of your nipple and sending a thrill of arousal zipping through you. You bit into your lower lip, his hips jutting sharply forward and pounding and grinding you into the sheets and pillows. "So what do you think? Have I successfully convinced my lovely wife into expanding the little family?"

"Ah, Johnny," you exhaled and threw your head back against his chest. "Yes, yes, you win, you silly big bear. We can start creating that legion of little monsters!"

"Yes, my love," his smirk feels sinister and playful as he twists you around once more and traps you under his large frame again. He hooks your thigh up his arm and thrusts sharply and harder into you.

"How did I marry such a bad, bad, man?" you bury your face and flushed cheeks into the pillow. Your grip onto the blankets. The intensity increases tenfold and causes you to writhe and twitch and gasp underneath his incredible weight and body. "I'm so happy that we started fucking after class one day. If it weren't for that moment and that first round and—Johnny, please—we wouldn't have Kevin and James."

"My god, we did fucked each other good. That was the best decision you've ever made," Johnny growls against the shell of your ear. His teeth nip onto the fleshy lobe and causing a stuttered moan to rip through you. You hurriedly place your palm over your lips, attempting to stifle it, so your twin boys stay asleep. You don't want to disturb them from a peaceful slumber. "Can't wait to put a few more little brats inside of you. Take it real, real, deep, nice and slow, like that."

"Oh my god, John Suh, if you want a little army, let's work on that."

"You're a fucking naughty girl."

"So are you, Mr 'let's go raw'. So much for using protection."

"We wouldn't have those cute and adorable twins then," his warm, wet tongue skims across the column of your throat, hot breath fanning your ears. The air is thick and heavy, stifling and muggy as he rocks your body with strong and powerful thrusts. "Those beautiful mini mes are too cute to not want."

"There you go again," your legs cling tighter around his hips, allowing him to drive into your velvety walls. The sound of your bodies becoming one fill the room. Johnny muffles any and all noises with a bruising kiss and your head spins as the taste of his tongue assaults your senses, and his scent intoxicates you, dizzying, making your vision swim. "Big, bad man. Oh, shit," you're teetering closer to the edge. "Ah, Johnny, close, so fucking close."

He seals your lips with his and buries his entire length into the heat and tightness. You shiver against his lips, arching your spine as his mouth and tongue moves relentlessly against you, hungry and passionate.

"John," you gasped as he grunted softly against your mouth. His eyes were hazy and lustful, wild. He pumped into you a final, hard time before his release ripped through him, pumping rope after rope inside. His hand clutches your jaw as his thick, virile and potent seed fills your womb, some leaking out and mixing with your juices. The hot stickiness pools in your belly as your own climax follows and ripples through you and it's intense and blissful, it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

For a while, you and Johnny don't move a muscle and allow the remaining waves of euphoria to fade, breathing deeply in and out, sweat glimmering against the curve of his back and his smooth skin and his toned arms. His larger body curls protectively and tightly against yours, encasing you within his limbs and hugging you to his muscled, defined chest.

"Damn," your husband whispered against your shoulder, his warm lips grazing against your naked skin and pressing another kiss onto your hair. "The way we're going, we'll be breaking the world record."

"Mhm, please," you chuckled. "Kun still got us beat with triplets."

He shoves a stray pillow over his face, covering and hiding himself and his handsome face, and a boyish and innocent-like laugh escapes through his lips, soft and free. "We should have the guys watch the twins one day and create more and more kids. Let's aim for ten," Johnny murmurs huskily.

"Ten? You trying to kill me, Suh? We're already in our thirties," you mused, carding your fingers through his locks, loving how his big form melted into you.

"Still a youthful age to me. Still want to break records and defy expectations and raise some monsters," Johnny presses a lingering and gentle kiss onto the slope of your nose. "What do you say, pretty woman?"

"Okay," you agree. He smiles softly, lovingly, and it sends your heart fluttering rapidly against your rib cage and a light-hearted laughter from your lips. "Not sure if we'll have ten but—"

"Even if we managed to get a little princess that looks like you," your husband cut you off, smiling fondly and planting another sweet and innocent kiss against your cheek. "Or a few more monsters running around the house, I'll still be incredibly grateful."

"I love you so much, John Suh."

He held you closely to his chest and your warmth spread throughout his body, embracing you close and tighter, secure, secure and loving. You both had gone through rough patches with your relationship back during college and wondered if this beautiful and intimate bond would ever amount to something permanent. The universe had led you and Johnny to each other's arms, to your bedroom, and eventually you were blessed and gifted by two adorable babies, two bundles of joy. Now the idea of growing your family sounded like the greatest decision you'll ever make. You both have reached happiness in your lives together, and that's something worth working towards.

"I love you so much too, baby," Johnny kissed your forehead. He gazed longingly at you, loving, tender, a bright and vibrant smile tugging across his face. "Will you still be jealous of your children if they become an army of Suh men like myself?"

You bit your tongue and paused for a long, dramatic period, earning a little scoff and nudge of his nose against yours. "You'll still be mommy's number one," you whispered. "But if you can't keep mommy happy with her bed activities, we can negotiate something."

He gently rolls and brings you on top, his chest, broad and wide, flexing beautifully before your eyes. "Okay, Mrs Suh, let's negotiate and reach a conclusion that satisfies you."

"Really, Johnny, I was kidding."

"But I'm not kidding, baby," his big, large palm skates soothing strokes over the line and curve of your hip bones and thighs, his touch alone sets your nerve endings buzzing with adrenaline. "This husband is already looking for ways to satisfy his wife and is very much open for discussions."

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Bad Influence

→ Summary: In a dark, pulsing nightclub packed with strangers, you’re just looking for a good time—free drinks, dirty dancing, maybe a hot kiss or two. But when Mingyu finds you on the dance floor, he changes the game entirely. What starts as harmless teasing spirals into a filthy, no-boundaries encounter right there in the crowd. And by the end of it, you're not sure who’s corrupting who.

↠ mingyu x f.reader | 1.6k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, strangers to lovers, pwp

→ Warnings: rave night club party vibes, bad boy!mingyu, alcohol consumption, mentions of earlier drug usage, consensual sex while under the influence of drugs & alcohol (pills mentioned but no name specifics), unprotected + explicit sex, rough sex, scratching, biting, hair pulling, grinding while dancing, fingering, finger sucking, quicky in the middle of the dance floor, exhibitionism, mild choking + breath play, cum warming/stuffing, dirty talk, praise, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

→ Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity @keopihaus @lapydiaries @cosyhomenet @svthub @thediamondlifenetwork

→ Author Note: happy 10 year anniversary to seventeen!!! this idea was born bc bad influence has been playing on repeat all day and i cannot get the thunder visuals out of my head either so here you go LOL as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

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🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, An ordinary time ain't enough for you 🎵

You slam back the first shot, barely flinching before accepting the next from the stranger beside you. He’s cute, just not your type. Still, you’re not above a little harmless flirting if it keeps the drinks coming. Lucky you.

Unlucky for him though, you have zero intention of going home with him. You flash a smile, murmuring a quick thanks before slipping between the bodies on the dance floor, losing him in the blur of lights.

Arms lifted and hips circling to the beat, you toss your hair back, letting the music take over. The mix of alcohol and pills from earlier hums through your veins, softening everything around you. It feels good.

A firm hand slides onto your hip, syncing with your movements like he already knows your rhythm. A man who can match your tempo? Instantly hot. You silently hope his face is as good as his dancing.

Sneaking a glance, you’re more than pleased. He’s insanely good-looking too. Messy black hair. A lip ring shining under the strobe lights. Probably has tattoos too, if you cared enough to look for them.

Fuck yeah, you’ll dance with him. And better yet, you’ll even let him take you home after.

“I’m Mingyu,” he says, leaning in with a cocky grin. “What’s your name, Gorg?”

“Y/N!” you shout over the music, turning back around to grind against him. His fingers trail down your sides, brushing the bare skin between your tiny skirt and your cropped, backless halter. He moves as if he knows exactly where this night is going, and you’re not about to stop him.

His lips brush your neck as you dance, followed by the teasing flick of his tongue and a playful bite that sends heat straight through you. You spin in his arms again, this time facing him, and crash your mouth to his without hesitation.

Mingyu’s arms lock around you, pulling you flush against his solid body. Your hands roam, tracing the hard lines of his biceps, his broad shoulders, the tension coiled in his back—then lower, to the firm curve of his ass.

You're sharing body heat, breathing each other in, getting lost in one another.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against your lips, “Baby, you should know I’m nothing but a bad influence.”

You pull back with a dangerous twinkle in your eyes. “So influence me then, Mr. Bad Boy,” you dare him.

🎵 Bad influеnce, you had to do it, You wanna have a good, good night 🎵

His thumb drags slowly across your lips, smearing the last of your gloss.

You part them slightly, tongue flicking out to taste the corner of your mouth, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He takes the opening, pressing his thumb past your lips.

Instinct takes over. You close your mouth around it, tongue swirling, sucking slowly. His eyes darken, hunger and lust flashing through them.

With a soft pop, he pulls his hand away. You turn around without a word, body rolling as you grind down to the beat, taunting him to make the next move.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back up, mouth at your ear, voice low and rough. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, dollface.”

You push your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans, grinning wickedly. “Right back at you, darlin’.”

He groans, no longer holding back, completely indifferent to the people surrounding you both. One hand wraps firmly around the front of your neck, tilting your head back and keeping your body flush against his. The other glides down your bare stomach, slipping beneath the hem of your miniskirt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls, fingers sliding through the heat between your thighs. “This for me, baby? You want a good time? I’ll give you a fucking unforgettable one.”

The pressure at your throat flares for a moment, just enough to make your vision edge with stars. Then, mercifully, he loosens his grip, letting you gasp a few shaky breaths before tightening again.

“Make all the noise you want, Gorg. No one here gives a shit. I’m gonna fuck you right here too, make you lose your goddamn mind on my cock. You want that?” His fingers pick up their pace, curling relentlessly against your inner walls.

The bass from the music thuds in your ears, but it’s nothing compared to the pulse pounding between your legs. Mingyu’s breath is hot against your neck. His lips brush your skin as he mutters filthy praise into your ear.

You can feel him too, hard and throbbing through his pants, grinding against your ass in rhythm with every stroke of his fingers.

Your legs threaten to buckle as he hits that perfect spot again and again, sending tremors through your core. You're dripping, thighs slick as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A small gasp escapes your lips, then a whimper, louder than you intended. But he was right. No one notices.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls, voice laced with pure desire. “Let ‘em hear how good I’m making you feel.”

You’re unraveling. The pleasure is building, sharp and blinding. You throw your head back against his shoulder, mouth parted, eyes fluttering shut as your body starts to shake.

You nod, too breathless to speak, reaching back to clutch the back of his neck. Your nails dig into his skin as he pinches your clit hard.

White-hot ecstasy tears through you, the orgasm hitting like a jolt of lightning. Your legs tremble violently, mouth falling open as a cry escapes you. Without Mingyu’s strong grip holding you up, you’re certain you’d collapse right there on the dirty dance floor.

🎵 Bad influencе, you had to do it, It's four in the morning, what the fuck we doin'? 🎵

But he’s not finished with you. Not even close.

“I wasn’t kidding, Y/N,” he growls against your ear, pulling his hand from the front of your skirt. You hear the soft, unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering as he frees himself with a quiet, practiced motion. His hand slides to your ass, tugging your soaked thong aside with a rough, impatient grip. You feel the thick head of his cock press against your slick folds, teasing, threatening.

“I’m gonna ruin you right here, between all of these people,” he whispers, his voice full of dark promise. “And you’re gonna let me. Aren’t you?”

Then he pushes in.

You both moan in unison as he begins to stretch you open. The intrusion is intense, overwhelming, and everything you didn’t know you were desperate for. The loud music around you pulses through your bodies, but all you can feel is him.

It’s so much better than you imagined.

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting deeper, inch by inch, until he's almost fully sheathed inside you. “You feel that? You think you can take all of me, baby?”

“Give me everything,” you mewl, voice shaking with need.

And he does.

He starts fucking you from behind, his tip hitting deep inside you while his girth stretches against your walls. You’re trapped against his body and the faceless crowd. Bodies blur around you, lights flash, bass pounds. Everyone’s too drunk, too high, too far gone to register the way your breath hitches or how his hand fists your hair to keep you upright.

His mouth brushes your ear again, “Goddamn, look at you. So perfect around my cock, so fucking greedy for it. You were made to be fucked like this, weren't you?”

“Y-yes, made for this,” you gasp, voice cracking. “Made for you.”

That last word snaps something in Mingyu.

He growls, going feral as a switch flips. His movements grow rougher, harder as he pounds into you recklessly, chasing your release like a man possessed.

You fall apart all over again, body writhing, head tossed back against his shoulder as you come undone. A hot gush of wetness spills out around him, dripping down your thighs, making an even bigger mess. But that’s a problem for later.

“Gonna come,” he grunts through clenched teeth, thrusting once, twice, then burying himself deep as his hips jerk. You feel the molten heat of his release pulse inside you, in thick and hot threads. The sensation alone is enough to make your legs buckle, arousal spiking all over again at the thought of him filling you up.

He pulls out slowly, and you feel some of his come leak out after him.

But he’s still not done.

Mingyu drops his hand between your legs, massaging your combined mess into your swollen folds. Then, with zero hesitation, he slides two fingers back inside you.

“Fuck, still so warm, so tight,” he murmurs, eyes dark as he watches your body react. “Think you can give me one more?”

He already knows the answer. Your walls flutter around his fingers, clenching in anticipation even as tears prick the corners of your eyes. It’s almost too much, but you crave it.

It’s so fucking good.

Your body tenses, shuddering violently as a third orgasm rips through you, smaller but more intense. You cry out, unable to hold back, clutching his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

Mingyu groans, pulling his fingers free. They’re coated in slick and come. Before you can move, he presses them back against your entrance, pushing his release back inside you with a filthy smirk.

“Can’t let it all go to waste,” he says smugly. “Gotta hide the evidence.”

You glance over your shoulder, flushed and wrecked, barely able to stand.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, already zipping up, eyes locked on yours.

“Your place or mine?” you ask breathlessly.

🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, You turn and say "a good, good time" 🎵

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Hii i would like to request a drabble~

Mingi, Personal Assistant(reader), and prompt nr. 4 please?🥺🙏🏾

Title: Behind office doors

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) X female reader

Summary: Getting caught saying inappropriate things about your boss doesn't have the outcome you expect.

Genre(s): Smut / office au / personal assistant au / slight angst

Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI

Warnings: protected sex / choking / dirty talk / big dick Mingi / rough sex / sex in the office / explicit language

Word Count: 1.5k

Banner: Me

A/N: Thank you for this one, I had to make this office au as it's one of my favourites! If you'd like to send in a drabble request, see the prompt game here

Song Mingi’s deep voice calls you into his office with such urgency, you scramble quickly to your feet to obey.

Striding in and stopping in front of his desk, you wait patiently for his request. “What do you need, sir?”

He glances up at you, with a look that's a mixture of amusement and something else, something you haven’t seen before. It un-nerves and excites you all at once, making your stomach flip.

He stands and slowly rounds his desk, like a predator closing in on his prey. He moves over to his office door, closes and locks it, then closes the blinds too.

“Are you sure it's not you that needs something?” he asks.

Your brow furrows, having no idea what he could be referring to. “Sorry, Mr Song, but I'm not sure what you mean?”

He stalks back towards you, waving his phone in front of your face. “Something was brought to my attention last night and I really wish you'd mentioned something sooner.”

You rack your brain, mind moving a mile a minute trying to determine what he could be talking about, but coming up empty.

“Sir, I really don't understand?” You reply, nervously clasping your hands together in front of you.

He smirks as he unlocks his phone and stares down at it. “I wasn't aware that there was an office group chat.”

Your stomach plummets through the floor, as realisation dawns upon you. You can feel your cheeks heat under the scrutiny of his delighted stare.

“And I must say…” he continues, “this, in particular, took me by surprise.” he clears his throat, “‘those pants he had on today fit him so good, I wanted to pull the zipper down with my teeth.’”

Listening to your own quote spoken back to you by him made you feel sick. Your eyes trained on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, as anxiety well and truly set in.

How does he have these messages? Where did he get them?

God, why are you so stupid!

“Sir,” you start, voice wobbly and barely above a whisper, “let me express my sincere apologies, when I sent that message I may have had a little too much to drink, not that it excuses my behaviour but under normal circumstances I wouldn't-”

“You wouldn't have said it, or you wouldn't have thought it?” He continues.

“I-I wouldn't have said it.” You panic, eyes looking all around the room except at him.

“Ah, but you still would have thought it?”

“Am I not allowed to have private thoughts?” you quip, finally meeting his gaze and are surprised to see him standing so close.

He smirks at you before turning and heading back over to his desk, casually sitting on the edge. “You know you're the best personal assistant I've ever had.” He remarks, eyes serious.

A furious blush heats your cheeks, feeling even worse for speaking about him in such a degrading way. “Thank you, Mr Song.”

“And I am always very insistent on professionalism in my workplace, which is why this has surprised me so much.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, your guts warp sickeningly inside you.

“and I have to admit my disappointment…” he continues to twist the knife.

You attempt to brace yourself for the impact you know is coming. To hear the words of him dismissing you, along with the embarrassment of collecting your things from your desk with the rest of the office watching.

“...that you didn't express those things to me.”

Your eyes shoot up to him, those words not ones you were playing out in the scenario in your mind.

He stands and steps slowly towards you again. “I have never met someone as enticing as you,” he strokes the side of your face as he talks, then traces the edges of your lips. “If you do not want to cross this line, tell me. This will not affect our working relationship at all.”

“You mean, I still have my job?”

The hope in your voice is undeniable.

“Of course,” he smiles sweetly at you but with a stare so intense it's smothering. “what would I do without you?”

You cannot deny the way your core seems to have ignited under his gentle touch as you contemplate the weight of his words and what he's asking.

“If you want this…if you want me, it's yours. If not…” he shrugs, “I can respect that.’

You did want him. You've wanted him since you got this job three years ago but is crossing this line wise?

He bites his lip, suddenly seeming anxious as he waits for your response, and the sight has your sex throbbing with need.

Fuck it. Grabbing the lapels of his blazer you pull him down and crush your lips against his. He wastes no time in scooping you up and carrying you over to his desk, messily clearing a space with one hand, as the items drop with a thud onto the carpet.

Your fingers grapple at his belt along with his trousers, yanking them down and making him smile against your mouth.

“I gotta say, I pictured our first time to be romantic and sensual…” he teases.

Reaching into his boxers, and grabbing his insanely generous erection, you look up at him with hungry eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” He says as he leans over you, reaching into his desk, pulling out a small, square foil packet and ripping it open with his teeth. He slides the condom over himself and you watch, fascinated by the size of him.

Slotting himself between your legs, he quickly pushes up your skirt and moves your underwear to the side, staring at your sex like it's the holy grail.

“Next time, I have to taste you.”

“Who says there'll be a next time?” You ask with a smirk.

“Trust me.” he responds, giving you a wink. The confidence of this man in every aspect is unmatched but, when you're packing like that, are you surprised?

He spits on his fingers and massages them around your entrance, before pushing himself slowly inside you. The stretch is like nothing you've ever felt, and it takes your breath away as he bottoms out.

“You ok?” He asks, so concerned.

Nodding rapidly in response he starts rocking his hips back and forth. A fierce heat travels all the way through your body, wishing you were both naked instead of these layers between you. Grabbing his tie you pull him back down to you, and he obliges your request with a hungry kiss that swallows the sound of both your moans.

Everytime he slides in and out of you it makes your toes curl, and brings you closer to your climax but it's not enough.

“Harder.” You plead.

He raises his eyebrows at you but you note the twinkle in his eyes from the challenge. He brings a hand up to clasp your throat and you can't help the whimper that leaves you. He rams into you hard and fast, making your hungry cunt clenches around him.

“Oh, you are a dirty girl.” He whispers through gritted teeth. “Yea, you like that? You like me fucking you like I hate you?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

His pace stutters a moment, “Call me that again.”

You can barely think as he ploughs into you, continuously hitting that sensitive spot inside. When he gently compresses your throat again your pussy responds once more.

“Please don't stop, sir. I’m so c-close.” you gasp, desperately grinding your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna come for me, baby? Let me feel you come around my dick.”

With his words, something inside you snaps and you unravel wildly around him. Your sex squeezes him until his thrusts grow sloppy and you milk him of his orgasm, grunting as he empties inside the condom.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You giggle as you begin to come down from your high.

“I hope so.” He smirks at you, as he lifts you effortlessly off the desk.

You adjust your clothes and smooth down your skirt as he tosses the condom in the waste bin and returns his suit to its usual crisp, perfection.

“So,” you start, awkwardness setting in, “what now, sir.” You elongate the last word purposefully.

Amusement flashes in his eyes as he closes the space between you. “I'd really like to see you again,” he strokes your bottom lip, “but it's your decision on where you want this to go.”

“I'll think about it.” Leaning up on tiptoes you plant a chase kiss to his lips. “Back to work now, huh?”

He nods and catches your hand as you turn to leave. “Also, it was Jane who sent me the screenshots of the chat by the way, don't trust her, she's after your job.”

Your mouth drops open. That bitch. One of the people you are closest to here.

You nod your thanks to him and are determined to leave the office with a smile on your face and a swish to your hips.

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Love At First Hex

→ Summary: Still nursing the sting of his Lupercalia heartbreak, Yeosang finds unexpected solace in you, his friend, classmate, and favorite co-conspirator. What starts as playful companionship shifts the night he helps you bind a particularly wicked hex. Something changes. Suddenly, he doesn’t view you as just a friend. And he’s done pretending otherwise.

↠ yeosang x f.reader | 4.7k words | 18+ ↠ genre: warlock & witch au, friends to lovers, smut

→ Prompts: #20. "Who are the flowers for?"

→ Warnings: y/n and yeosang are getting over heartbreak, you want your ex to suffer from an evil hex (lol), explicit & unprotected sex, magical sex, aphrodisiac potion, soft sex, breast play, nipple play, breast worship, body worship, orgasm control, heightened senses, light bondage, riding/cowgirl

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→ Author Note: Thank you for requesting Aeris @aeristudios! LOVEEE that you referenced Disgraceful Dreams, consider this a follow up with Yeosang’s story. If you haven’t read that fic, I def recommend doing so before reading this! This fic takes place the following spring, and y/n from DD is also named Lia in this fic to keep things less complicated. Once again, the specifics relating to Ostara are stretched to fit this fic. And a big thank you to Booki @kwanisms for beta reading this for me!As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3 divider credit [ mini requests are now closed as I catch up on all the submissions ]

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5 months earlier, during the Lupercalia Matching Ceremony

Yeosang steps closer to the flames that surge in the iron vessel before him, casting flickering shadows across his face while he waits. If he looks closely, shapes begin to form within the flames, dancing and twisting as though something is being forged in the heat. A sudden flare of sparks erupts from the fire—it’s ready.

With a steady hand, he pulls an envelope from the fire. The edges of the paper are still smoldering while he opens it with precision, watching as the magic ink slowly manifests on the paper, revealing a name.

A brief frown crosses his face as his mind drifts to Lia, but it vanishes just as quickly. “Polly Petrify,” he announces smoothly, his voice steady, betraying nothing as he steps back into place.

Yeosang stands frozen as his friend steps forward next for his turn. Wooyoung calls his crush's name, and that’s when his heart shatters into a million pieces.

5 months later, on the cusp of Ostara

“Want mine?” You ask, offering your lunch to your best friend. “My stomach is still hurting after drinking that potion Haechan made in Mixology today.”

You look up at Yeosang, as he hasn’t responded. Following his gaze, you see that his eyes are glued to the couple that just walked into the Grand Hall holding hands.

Wooyoung and Lia.

His eyes drop back down to his plate, “No, I’m not that hungry either.” Yeosang pushes the food around with his utensils before looking wistfully toward them again.

He sighs, dragging himself out of his daze, only to watch you leaning back with a hand pressed to your grumbling stomach. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for drinking it after watching him dump in blind worm slime. My stomach turned just from the smell. I honestly don’t know how you let that past your lips, but wouldn’t touch the birthday cake I made for you last week.”

His gaze strays again, diverting back to the couple now settling at a table.

You scrunch your nose at him. “Don’t make me hex you, Yeosang. Focus!”

His eyes flick back to you, reluctantly.

“And that cake was bubbling, ‘Sangie. Bubbling. I have some standards, sometimes I actually care what goes into this body.” You pause. “Plus, Haechan dared me. What was I supposed to do, say no?”

“Yeah, saying no is exactly what you’re supposed to do,” he mutters. “And for the record, it’s the thought that counts. No one else made you a cake, bubbling or not.”

He sighs again, this one sharper, angling his head toward a burst of laughter. “God, I wish they’d just leave already.”

You glance over your shoulder. Lia is giggling at something Wooyoung whispered in her ear, her laughter loud enough to draw glances. They’re undeniably cute together; an unlikely Lupercalia match that somehow stuck. You never would’ve imagined them together before, but somehow, it makes sense.

Your eyes drift past the couple to the table just behind them, where Minjun sits with his friends and next to his latest flame of the week.

Minjun was your boyfriend until a few months ago. He’d pleaded with you not to take part in Lupercalia, made it sound like it would break his heart if you were paired with someone else, only for you to find out later that he fully intended to participate himself. You dumped him shortly after hearing his name called at the matching ceremony.

“I wish he’d fall off the face of the earth,” you mutter, sneering as you nod in Minjun’s direction.

Yeosang follows your gaze, his expression darkening. He’s never liked Minjun. “You know…we could probably arrange that. Or something better. I happen to know a pretty impressive witch with a nasty little habit of hexing people who piss her off.”

You arch a brow, “Tempting. Want to help me tonight?”

He grins. “Give me two hours.”

Yeosang meets you at your dorm right on time. Swinging the door open, you wave him in before leading him straight to your altar, where everything is already laid out and ready.

“So,” he begins, eyeing the setup with curiosity, “What are we thinking? Temporary blindness? Toad transformation?”

You scoff. “Please. Those are baby curses.” You hand him a neatly folded slip of parchment with your freshly inked spell.

He unfolds it and reads:

With moonlight, spite, and visions red,

May foulness bloom where charm once led.

Let every taste and every smell,

Turn lovers' bliss to vile hell.

No cleansing spell, no unholy decree,

Shall lift this curse ‘till wrongs are free.

He raises a brow after finishing.

“It’s a spell that basically curses Minjin to have the worst-tasting and funky-smelling semen. The next poor soul who hooks up with him is going to have quite an interesting discovery. Word will spread like wildfire. It’s petty. It’s precise. It’s perfect!” You clasp your hands together, impressed with yourself for coming up with this wicked idea.

Yeosang gapes at you, eyes wide with delight. “This is incredible. Remind me to never cross you, like ever. How long is it supposed to last?”

“Until he properly apologizes to me and to every other girl whose heart he broke. Which could mean a while. Unless he realizes that he’s been hexed and does a removal spell. Hey, want me to write up a hex for Wooyoung while we’re at it?”

Yeosang huffs, debating it. “No,” he starts once he’s finally decided. “He’s my friend. He didn’t know I had a crush on Lia, or if he did, he didn’t know it was that serious. I’m happy for them. I just gotta get over it.” He finishes, handing your spell back to you.

“Whatever you say.” You take it from him and place it next to the candles on the altar.

To prepare for the spell, you rub oil over each candle, then roll them gently through a shallow dish of crushed, dried flower petals. “This is the last of my flowers,” you sigh, brushing some dust off your fingers. “I hope the fields bloom soon. I’ll have to forage for more before any future spellwork.”

“Good thing spring is just around the corner,” Yeosang points out.

“True,” you murmur, passing him one of the covered candles. “Hold it steady,” you murmur, grabbing the bundle of thorn-vines you’d gathered shortly after. The vines are thin but stubborn, coiled like they still remember how to climb.

Working carefully, you begin wrapping the vine around the candle, starting from the base. The thorns scratch at the wax, digging in just enough to hold. Yeosang follows your lead, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mimics your movements.

“Think he’ll feel it?” he asks out of curiosity.

“Down there, probably not. In his heart, and where it counts? Absolutely,” you say with a devilish smile. That same smile is quickly wiped away as a thorn slips under your nail as you tighten the last loop.

You wince. “Ouch.” A sharp sting shoots through your finger, and you lift it instinctively to your mouth, lips wrapping around the wound to suck the blood away.

Yeosang glances up. His eyes catch sight, and he falters for a second, eyes fixed on the way your lips close around your finger. He blinks it off a moment later, wondering what just came over him.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “Here.” He hands you his finished candle, and you place it carefully on your silver tray next to the others, all spaced with intention. Then, with a shared breath, you and Yeosang recite the spell together, your voices merging as one.

Magic flickers through your fingertips, and all three wicks ignite at once.

You sit back, satisfied. “And now we wait.”

“Wait for what?” he asks.

“Until they melt and burn out. That’s when the hex seals.”

Yeosang's eyes follow the very small trail of melting wax; it’s gonna be a while before that happens. At least he has an idea of what could pass the time.

“Want a palm reading while we wait?” he asks, already scooting a bit closer. “I need the practice before midterms.”

You stretch your hand toward him. “Sure. Maybe you can tell me when I’m finally going to date someone who treats me more than a doormat.”

He takes your hand in his and is surprisingly gentle. His fingers are warm, a little calloused from herb work, and they linger just a second longer than necessary as he turns your palm upright.

“Let’s see…” His brows furrow in exaggerated seriousness as he traces a finger lightly along the lines of your hand. “Your heart line is dramatic as hell. That checks out.”

You snort. “Careful, ‘Sangie. I’ll hex your lips shut.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Okay, okay. Focus.” His gaze softens a bit as he studies your palm more closely. “You’ve had your heart broken…but who hasn’t?”

You hum in agreement, watching him study your hand.

He continues, fingertips lightly skimming the skin of your palm. “You’re guarded, but loyal. You give second chances when you know you probably shouldn’t. And you hide how much you want to be chosen first.”

That one lands a little too close. You blink, shifting slightly. “Is that the palm talking, or you?”

“Little of both,” he says, his voice lower now.

You look away, suddenly more aware of how close he is. “Alright, oracle. So what’s next for me, romantically speaking?”

Yeosang’s eyes flash back to your palm, then to your face. “You’ll meet your next love interest…” He pauses, lips twitching with something unreadable. “Sooner than you think.”

Your heart stutters. “Vague much?”

“Timing’s tricky,” he shrugs while still holding your hand, not ready to let it go. “But you’ll know soon enough.”

By the following afternoon, the factual rumors about Minjun are already spreading through campus like wildfire. The spell worked just as planned. Humored whispers of something about a gagging girl running from his room and a smell that won’t wash off.

It also happens to be the last day before the Ostara break, which doesn’t help everyone’s lack of attention in classes today. Much like the mortals’ spring vacation, The Onyx Academy of Dark Casting closes its doors for a week of rest, renewal, and magic steeped in celebration.

Ostara is one of the oldest witch holidays, honoring the equilibrium between light and dark, day and night, life and death. It's a sacred time that’s fertile with possibility, chaos, and charm. Witches and warlocks mark the equinox with personal rituals to honor the Goddess Ostara, each one a little different.

Altars bloom with daffodils and tulips, wrapped in pastel silks and dotted with dyed eggs, polished seeds, and hand-woven nests. Some will spend the week in nature, barefoot in enchanted meadows, while others prefer city rooftop circles lit by candlelight and wine.

Yeosang hasn’t decided how, or if he’ll celebrate. With exams looming and graduation not far off, he’s opted to stay behind on campus to get ahead on his studies.

But right now in his Advanced Warding, Binding, & Banishing lecture, he’s struggling to focus on anything but you.

You’re sitting a few rows ahead, leaning in close to one of your girlfriends, whispering something that makes you both break into laughter. There’s a lightness to you today, a glow he hasn’t seen in weeks. You're wearing pastel purple eyeshadow dusted across your lids and your curly hair down instead of twisted up into your usual two buns.

Yeosang watches you like someone under a spell. You’re vibrant and gentle in all the ways he thinks real magic should be. He’s known you long enough to recognize when you’re carrying pain, as you had been for the last couple of months, but today you’re just you. And he adores you like this.

And possibly, he's beginning to realize it’s not the shared spellwork or the familiarity that’s drawn him to you all along. It’s the way you bloom.

He spends the entire lecture in a daze, barely absorbing a word the professor says. His notes are a mess of half-finished glyphs, broken sigils, and the occasional doodle that might’ve been your initials disguised in runes. His mind is obviously elsewhere. On you.

By the time he gets back to his dorm and dumps his satchel on the floor, he realizes something. Something that he’s been ignoring, which has finally clawed its way to the surface.

He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinks about the way he’s feeling. Sure, you’ve been friends for two years now. Occasional study partners. You’ve shared snacks and secrets, staying up all night for last-minute cramming sessions. Through breakups, and even worse, group projects, you’ve been by each other's side. And yeah, you're both top students, competitive as hell, and he’s always had this unspoken respect for you. A kind of platonic loyalty.

Or at least…that’s what he thought it was.

His thoughts spiral further as he thinks about the way you smiled today, glowing like spring.

About the soft, surprised sound you made when you pricked your finger. It was just a tiny hiss of pain, and then quickly it turned into something else when you wrapped your mouth around it. That image plays in his mind again. And again. And again.

He wonders how your fingers would feel trailing across his skin in more than just a friendly way. How they’d feel scratching down his chest. And tightly wrapped around him. He shifts on the bed, jaw tight. Every imagined version of you is clearer now. What you might taste like. The heat of your breath. The noises you’d make when he finally touches you the way he wants to, needs to–

Fuck.

Yeosang exhales hard, running a hand through his hair. This isn't just a passing thought, nor does it have anything to do with platonic feelings. This is a floodgate broken open, and he’s not sure he can close it again.

Not that he wants to…

Restless, he slips out of his dorm just as the sky turns twilight. The halls are quiet, and the fading light outside is soft, almost dreamlike. He tells himself he just needs air, maybe a walk to clear his head will help him shake off the thoughts that have been plaguing him since class ended.

But as he moves through the outer gardens, something catches his eye.

Flowers.

Tiny, tender blooms are pushing through the thawing earth. It’s too early for most species, but here they are. Daffodils, violets, snowdrops. All delicate and defiant, just like you.

He crouches down, running a gentle hand over a cluster of them. It’s like the universe was listening closely to your conversation yesterday. This is definitely a sign. Yeosang starts to gather a handful. He’s careful not to smush them, being as gentle as he can be.

Good. Now he has an excuse to see you.

By the time he knocks on your dorm door, his heart is racing like he’s under some type of spell.

You open it, surprised to see him. “Yeosang?”

“Hey,” he mumbles, nervously twisting the small bouquet in his hands.

Your eyes are drawn to the movement. “Who are the flowers for?” you ask with a knowing smile.

“For you. Well-uh-for your altar,” he says quickly, the words tumbling over each other. “Since it’s almost Ostara. I…I found them blooming. And I remembered you ran out yesterday.”

Your smile grows bigger reading his nervous energy.

“They’re not dead yet,” he adds, then immediately winces, willing himself to shut up. But he can’t stop. “They will be. Dead. Or–dying. You know, soon. Since I picked them. For your spellwork. Because that’s what you need. Dead flowers. Eventually.”

You squint at him, clearly amused. “Are you feeling alright?”

Goddamn it, Yeosang, pull it together.

“I don’t know,” he says with an exhale. “Got anything up your sleeve that’ll help me stop sounding like a complete idiot?”

You raise a brow, lips curling as your thoughts start to wander. Is he flirting? Is this what flirting looks like on him?

Either way…you’ve got just the potion for that.

You crack your door open a little wider, stepping aside with a smirk. “Get in here before you embarrass yourself any further,” you tease.

Yeosang squints at you, half-offended, half-pleased. But he walks in anyway, setting the flowers down on the closest surface.

While he lingers, you move to your potion shelf, eyes scanning your carefully labeled bottles. You're not looking for something innocent, no sleepy teas or clarity tonics tonight.

“Ahh,” you murmur, fingers curling around a sleek violet glass bottle. “There you are.”

You hold it up to the light. Inside, the liquid shimmers like starlight and ink, the surface swirling even when still.

“You’re not about to poison me, right?” Yeosang asks, eyeing it warily but not backing away.

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Not unless you give me a reason.”

“What is it?” he asks, peering at the strange liquid.

“It’ll take the edge off,” you say nonchalantly. “Make you a little less nervous.”

He doesn't move, not sure if he’s convinced just yet.

You sigh, holding the bottle up between you. “It’s called Siren Serum.” His eyes narrow slightly, but you continue before he can ask what it does. “It boosts confidence, sharpens the senses, and opens a mental link. No room for mixed signals. No miscommunication for what’s about to happen.”

You take a swig before extending the bottle toward him.

He hesitates. “And what exactly is about to happen?”

You smile sinfully, “Drink it and find out.”

You watch as Yeosang lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a slow sip. The shimmering liquid glides down his throat like silk, and you can already see the change taking place in his demeanor. The subtle drop of his shoulders, the way his pupils dilate just slightly, the jumbled-up words that are beginning to flow over from the shared mental link.

He hands the bottle back, and your fingers brush. The moment lingers between you like the universe is holding its breath, waiting to see who will be bold enough to cross the line from friends to something far less safe.

Setting the bottle aside, you take a step closer to him. Then, your lips meet his.

He stiffens at first, startled, but it only takes a second before he’s sinking into you. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him like he’s been waiting for this for far too long.

Finally.

The word, his word, echoes into your mind and it’s all the confirmation you need. Your hands weave up into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck as you dig in deeper. His lips part willingly beneath yours, using his tongue to explore your mouth.

A soft moan rumbles in his throat, and you feel it vibrating in his chest. Not just the sound, but the feeling behind it. Desire, surprise, heat, need.

It surges through the connection, through the kiss, and into your core.

Yeosang’s hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, his knuckles grazing your bare skin. He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug the fabric over your head and toss it aside, his eyes darkening as they take you in.

His hands return to you instantly; they roam your back, mapping the curve of your waist, gripping your hips. Then they trail upward until they find your chest. He cups your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, thumb brushing over the peak as he watches your face.

More.

The word pulses in his mind, as clear and urgent as if you’d spoken it aloud. You feel it thrum through him, his body already answering.

He closes the space again, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You tilt your head, offering him more, and he accepts like a man starving.

He licks and nips his way down the slope of your breasts, pausing in the valley between them. A low hum vibrates from his chest as he breathes you in.

Yeosang snaps his fingers, and your bra disappears, along with the rest of your clothes.

You blink, caught off guard by his magic. “That’s not fair,” you say, frowning. But any complaint dies on your lips the moment his mouth closes over your nipple. The soft drag of his tongue and his warmth make you moan out, “Oh, god.”

“Not god,” he grins, “Just your ‘Sangie.” He suckles gently, then with more pressure, his hands steady on your waist as your body arches toward him.

He pulls back just enough to let his teeth graze the hardened nub before shifting to the other breast. This time he teases it with a flick of his tongue, then twists delicately with his lips and teeth, while his free hand massages the one he left behind.

Every nerve feels lit from within. You can sense not just the pleasure, but the intent behind it—how much he’s feeling you, not just physically, but through the bond.

So perfect.

When he finally releases you from his mouth, your skin feels chilled from his touch. Without breaking eye contact, he lifts one hand and makes a small flick of his fingers.

One of the flowers he picked earlier lifts gently from where it rests nearby, floating through the air as if enchanted and lands delicately in his palm.

He brings it to your chest, trailing the soft petals along the curve of your breast. You shiver as he brushes it slowly around the tender skin, circling closer and closer until it grazes your nipple, already hardened from his mouth, now teased by the gentle tickle of velvet petals.

He watches your reaction like he’s studying magic in motion.

“You always were the most beautiful flower I've ever seen,” he murmurs, the thought blooming in your mind even before the words reach your ears.

The flower continues its path down your ribs, past your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it hovers just above your core.

He pulls the flower back and lifts it to his nose, inhaling slowly. A sly glint flickers in his eyes as he exhales. “I’m willing to bet your petals are sweeter,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Now go get on the bed and spread your legs for me, let me see what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been dreaming about.”

A fresh flush creeps over your skin, and heat pools low in your belly. Your legs feel shaky beneath you, but you obey, crossing the room with slow steps. You can feel his gaze, it’s heavy and possessive, dragging over your naked form as you climb onto the bed.

You glance back at him as you lie on your back and part your thighs, opening yourself up under the soft light.

His thoughts roll through your mind, unfiltered.

Fuck…soaked already…need you…you’re mine.

Your breath hitches. You feel through the bond how hard he is, how badly he wants you. It pulses in your head like a second heartbeat, syncing with your own.

He raises his hand again and snaps his fingers. In an instant, his clothes vanish, magic shedding them like whispers.

Your eyes widen the moment you see him fully, his tall, lean frame striding toward you, every line of him taut with want. His cock bobs with each step, thick, flushed, and already leaking at the tip.

You swallow hard, body instinctively arching in anticipation as he approaches. He hovers over you, his breath ghosting across your lips, eyes locked on yours.

He doesn’t speak aloud, but you hear the question through the bond, clear as day.

Are you sure?

You answer instantly.

Yes.

That’s all he needs to hear. With a ragged breath, Yeosang positions himself and begins to sink into your waiting heat. The stretch steals the air from your lungs, your walls clenching tight around him, pulling him in like he belongs there.

Because he does.

He groans as his hands grip your hips when he bottoms out.

The perfect fit.

He stills inside you, chest heaving as he fights the primal urge to drive into you hard and fast. Not yet. Not this time. Right now, he’s too undone by how impossibly good you feel wrapped around him. It’s overwhelming. Like the universe crafted you specifically for him.

He leans his forehead against yours, grounding himself while savoring every quiver, every flutter of your walls around him.

Next time, he thinks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold himself back. Next time, I’ll ruin you.

But for now, he just wants to worship the way you deserve. His hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Like every stroke is a spell crafted just for you.

Your nails dig into his back, every nerve lit up, your mind nearly blank with how perfectly he fills you.

It’s maddening, the way he takes his time. Every drag of his cock inside you feels divinely unholy, causing a delicious ache to swell in your core. Tension tightening, cresting–

Faster. Please. More.

The words pulse through the bond, desperately. But he doesn’t give in. “Not yet, petal,” he murmurs against your throat.

You gasp, trembling as he slows his thrusts to drag out every second, making you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you.

He kisses down your collarbone, across the swell of your breast, lips and teeth teasing your skin while your body screams for more.

“I’m not done worshiping you,” he growls, “You deserve to be fucked in silk sheets, under moonlight, in every way you’ve ever dreamed of.”

And gods, he means it. You can feel it. Not just in his words, but in the weight of his love, his obsession, his unrelenting devotion as he rocks into you, over and over.

Your moans echo into the night air like a sacred chant. It’s too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, but the ache still burns and you’re greedy for more.

With a sharp inhale, you summon the strength of your whole body, along with the help of your magic, and a surge of raw magic, to flip Yeosang onto his back. He grunts in surprise, but the look in his eyes is nothing but dark, delicious approval.

With a flick of your fingers, glowing threads of magic coil around his wrists and pin them to each side of your iron headboard. He tugs against the invisible bindings, testing them, but doesn’t fight them.

You climb over him, straddling his hips with a teasing look. His chest rises and falls as he looks up at you like you’re a goddess. Once you sink down onto him, his head falls back with a groan, his body twitching beneath yours.

So good, his thoughts whisper through the bond, shaky and open. So close. Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.

You move with purpose, hips rolling and rocking as you chase the high that’s threatening to consume you both. Every inch of him fills you perfectly, dragging over all the places that make you see stars.

“Bloom for me, baby,” he groans, his voice wrecked.

And gods, you do.

Your magic pulses out of you like a heatwave, body trembling as you ride him harder, chasing that exquisite edge. The bond flares white-hot between you, thoughts tangled, hearts racing, bodies in perfect, frantic harmony as your releases weave together.

Your bodies are one, moving perfectly in sync until there's no telling where you end and Yeosang begins. The world around you blurs; nothing exists but the rhythm of your breath and the heat of his skin.

Your trembling body collapses against his chest, every muscle singing with satisfaction, every nerve still buzzing.

Sighing softly, you murmur a soft incantation against his collarbone, your breath warm on his skin. The magical threads vanish with a glimmer, releasing his arms. They instantly wrap tightly around you, holding you like he never wants to let go.

And in the haven of his arms, wrapped in the scent of sweat and spring flowers, you feel safe. Wanted. Loved. Home.

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Beat My Meat - L.SM

🥩Who: Lee Seokmin (Seventeen) x female reader 🥩What: Friends to lovers. Fluff. Humour. A lil bit of angst. 🥩Word count: 3.3k 🥩Warnings: Really keeping the menace Jeonghan agenda alive. But all of the guys are little shits, even if they’re not all mentioned by name. Suggestive/sexual humour/jokes. Very brief sort of misunderstanding but it’s over quickly! 🥩Summary: As it turns out, the term “beat my meat” does not mean what Seokmin thinks it does.

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A/N- This was supposed to be a quick little funny 1k moment, but I got carried away and feelings happened.

You knew this would happen from the moment Seokmin posted that picture yesterday. You knew your friends wouldn’t let either of you live it down, because they’re assholes who think Seokmin’s innocence and your eternal suffering is funny, especially when combined.

You knew the picture, or more specifically the caption, would fuel their teasing and tittering. Yet, you still turned up at Jeonghan’s apartment half an hour ago for the monthly group dinner and hang out.

As soon as you arrived, Jeonghan had given you his typical, infuriatingly smug, teasing smile, which he seems to reserve specifically for teasing you about your crush on the innocently oblivious Seokmin. You had shoved past him before he could say a word, which only made Jeonghan’s stupid grin grow as he cackled amusedly before following you back into his apartment.

Now, here you are, with all 14 of you shoved in the too small kitchen. Most of them are sitting at the table while you help Seokmin plate up the steaks that you had helped him prepare yesterday.

Which is the cause of the current giggling rippling between your shared friends as they keep looking over at the two of you side by side in the kitchen. Whenever you accidentally make eye contact with one of the idiots, they send you dramatically suggestive and borderline obscene expressions.

Really, at this point, you might just be better off getting new friends.

But when you look to your right and see Seokmin so happily going about his business at your side, while treating you all to his beautiful, mindless singing, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“So!” Jeonghan starts, and by his tone alone, you know the little shit is about to stir the pot. You glare over at him in warning, where he’s perched on Soonyoung’s lap despite there being a spare chair literally beside them. Soonyoung seems more than happy with the affectionate petting of Jeonghan’s hand mindlessly running through the younger’s hair, anyway.

At least one of you is enjoying Jeonghan’s antics.

As per usual, Jeonghan ignores your silent warning and continues to speak, now that he has the whole attention of the room. Including Seokmin, who has stopped singing and is looking over at the host with big, curious eyes. “We saw that picture you posted last night, Seokie.”

“Didn’t she look cute!” Seokmin enthuses, lighting up and glancing at you with a bright smile that you have to look away from, lest you fall prey to the fire breathing butterflies fluttering around your torso and sending heat right to your cheeks.

“Very,” Jeonghan agrees with a hum and an amused smirk. “When are you going to invite her over to beat your meat again?”

Immediately, half of the group break into giggles like a bunch of children. At least they have the decency to not laugh in Seokmin’s face at his genuine innocence regarding the very phrase he used to caption his post last night.

A picture of you in his kitchen, lit by the late afternoon sun spilling in from the window to your left with your cheeks reddened; from both the laughter Seokmin is an expert at pulling out of you, and the effort of preparing so much steak to feed 14 people. Paired with the innocent caption of ‘She’s the best at beating my meat’, well, you can’t really blame your friends for their teasing. But you can blame them for letting this go on for so long.

Seokmin first used the term “beat my meat” a few months ago, to refer to tenderising the meat he planned to cook for dinner, and you had instantly known that your asshole of a friend group had zero intention of correcting his innocent assumption.

Of course, you could’ve corrected him yourself, and you almost have many times, but the thought of telling Seokmin what it really means makes you far too flustered to do more than blush and change your train of thoughts.

Seokmin makes a considering noise as he registers Jeonghan’s question, while putting the last steak onto the plate. Chan takes the large dish over to the table and places it in the space left empty for it, amongst other steaming and delicious dishes.

“I don’t know,” Seokmin starts to answer, wiping his hands on the cloth bundled on the counter. “It’d get boring to do it a lot, and she said her arm hurt after. She deserves a rest,” he says it all so simply, so honestly, and entirely unaware of the utter filth now spinning in your friends’ minds as they fall into each other with laughter. “What’s so funny?” Seokmin asks, pouting confusedly towards the table.

“Ignore them,” Jeonghan dismisses with a flap of his free hand. “She worked hard, did she? To beat your meat?”

Seokmin nods enthusiastically and slings an arm around your shoulders while you continue trying to mentally choke Jeonghan to make him shut the fuck up. “Definitely! She beat it until it was soft!” He looks at you to tap under your chin with his right index finger. “Such a good girl,” he coos playfully.

That’s the last straw for the entire group as the guys howl with laughter and Seokmin’s confused pout returns with a vengeance.

“I-I can’t!” Chan wheezes. “Some-someone tell him!”

“Tell me what?” Seokmin murmurs innocently puzzled.

“That doesn’t mean what you think it does,” Jihoon informs around his sniggers.

“What doesn’t?”

“Beating your meat,” Jihoon just manages to say before cracking up, sputtering his laughter out as he leans over against Seungcheol on his right, who is barely still in his chair he’s laughing so hard.

“It means tenderising meat,” Seokmin says, but all 12 men shake their heads, causing the man to look at you. “It means tenderising meat, right?”

“Please don’t ask me,” you choke out, face red.

“I’ll tell you!” Soonyoung chirps, deciding to play devil’s advocate on Jeonghan’s behalf. Judging by the pleased little grin on the elder’s face, you’re pretty sure this was Jeonghan’s plan from the start and why he chose the easily manipulated Soonyoung to sit on and pet for the past half an hour.

Seokmin turns his attention to Soonyoung with big, imploring eyes.

“It means jerk you off!” Soonyoung announces brightly.

“What?!” Seokmin shrieks in alarm, immediately pulling his arm off of you and stepping aside as his whole face darkens with embarrassment. “Y-you assholes!” he exclaims, pointing at them all vaguely. “You knew and didn’t tell me!”

“It was fucking funny!” Seungcheol chokes out around his laughter; tears rolling down his cheeks from how hard he’s been laughing. The man looks like he’s never heard anything funnier, and if you didn’t know him, you’d think he wouldn’t know funny if it honked his nose and squirted water in his face. But you know the man, so you know he’s just a giant fucking child with the sense of humour of a teenage boy. It’s always the dirty jokes that has him crying with laughter and at this point, you think there’s no hope left for him.

Or any of your friends, once you’re done beating them with Seokmin’s tenderising hammer for creating this truly awfully fucking awkward situation, that is.

“I can’t believe you would let me say stuff like that!” Seokmin continues, looking utterly offended. “How could you even think I would do that to her?!”

Your glare towards your friends drops as your heart breaks at the sheer disgust in Seokmin’s tone. You glance at him and find him staring intently towards the table, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, and it only makes the pain grown.

Hearing your friends’ laughter all rapidly trail off only makes it worse. They all know how you feel about Seokmin; how, at this point, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for the man. They know how much hearing him being so appalled at the thought of you touching him in that way will hurt you. As much as you call them assholes, you know they all truly care about you and don’t want you to hurt in any way.

You don’t need to look at them to know none of them have any humour left on their features and are likely growing concerned. You can’t look at them, can’t look at Seokmin, and instead focus down on the island counter in front of you as you grip the cloth that you’ve been using to wipe the side, tight enough that you think it may start to rip under your intense grasp.

“Alright, we made a mistake,” Seungkwan tries to reason and deflate the situation, seeing Seokmin worked up and you getting more upset with every passing moment. “We’re sorry for pranking you and not telling you what it means.”

“You should be!” Seokmin exclaims. “I made a post saying it! What are people going to think about us now?! I don’t want them thinking I invited her over to do that!”

“Okay, okay,” Seungkwan rushes, holding his hands up placatingly as if Seokmin is a wild animal he needs to corner and calm down before he hurts someone. Hurts you, however inadvertently. You all know Seokmin would never intentionally hurt you, but the man is so oblivious of your feelings for him that it’d be so easy to tear you apart.

“No! Not okay! It’s ridiculous!”

“Seok-” Jeonghan tries to interrupt and talk Seokmin down himself, but Seokmin ignores him, barely hears him over how worked up he is.

“I’d never ask her to come over for that! I want to take her on at least three dates first!”

A shocked silence takes over the room, only Seokmin’s slightly elevated breathing to be heard. He’s ever so slightly panting from his ranting and hasn’t quite yet realised what he’s just said. You can only stare at him with wide eyes and your mouth parted in pure disbelief.

It’s clear when the man notices what he’s just accidentally confessed to, as he gasps loudly then abruptly turns to face you with eyes wider than your own and cheeks flaming. “I didn’t mean to say that!” he squeaks.

“Did you mean it?” you whisper. Seokmin flounders, opening and closing his mouth a few times and shuffling his weight from foot to foot, but doesn’t manage to respond to you in any way. “Do you really want to take me on a date?”

“Three!” Seungkwan chirps. You glare over at him for interrupting and notice that all of the men are leaning closer with eyes glued to the pair of you like you’re their favourite source of entertainment. At this point, after the months of pining, you probably are.

Without a word, you grab Seokmin’s hand and lead him out of the kitchen and down to the spare bedroom, while your friends holler and whistle at your backs, making you both blush at their suggestive remarks.

“Sorry, I just…want to talk,” you explain once the bedroom door is shut and you’re standing and facing one another in the middle of the floor, a safe distance from the door. You really don’t trust your friends not to eavesdrop and will genuinely be surprised if they respect your privacy at this point in your friendship.

“I’m sorry,” Seokmin says, flexing his hands at his sides nervously before shoving them in the back pockets of his jeans in tight fists.

“No, no, don’t,” you insist, shaking your head a little while taking a half step closer. Seokmin eyes your feet, tries to decipher what it means for you to get closer right now, before he lifts his eyes to you, peering at you almost through his lashes. “Just please answer truthfully, Seok; did you mean it? Do you really want to take me on a date?”

“I don’t want to make things awkward.”

“It’ll be awkward if you don’t answer,” you reason.

Seokmin stares at you for a long second then lets out a breath so heavy he deflates a few inches as he diverts his gaze back to the floor. He nods as he speaks a little reluctantly, voice lower than normal and a lot quieter, “Yeah, I mean it.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face and lights up your whole being. Your hands clasp together in front of your chest and your joy lifts you momentarily up onto your tiptoes.

But Seokmin doesn’t notice. He’s too busy slumping further under his raincloud to see your sunshine.

It’s funny that’s he’s not the bright one right now. You think it’s the first time that you’ve ever shone brighter than him and it feels so wrong. You need to fix it, and quickly.

“I bought tickets for that game you want to see,” you blurt, making him look at you bewilderedly.

“Game?”

“Yeah. The baseball game next week.”

“What?” he baulks at you in surprise. “That was sold out, how?!”

“I have my ways,” you respond slyly before giggling. For the first time, you notice the way he melts at the sound. “And well, I was going to give them to Kwan like usual to take you, but-”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘like usual’? Kwan is a sports journalist; he gets given the tickets,” he says perplexed.

“No, not for the team you support,” you admit with a shy smile. “They’re your favourite team and I know it makes you happy, so I’ve always wanted you to go to as many as their games as possible.”

“But…those tickets are so expensive; you can’t spend that money on me!” he argues, shaking his head rapidly and seeming to forget the reason you’re even in the bedroom and no longer with your friends.

“I knew you’d argue, which is why I always had Seungkwan take you and say he was given them,” you explain with a little shrug. “Sorry for lying to you for so long. I just… I just want you happy, Seok.”

“Oh,” he says on a thick exhale, posture deflating again but this time, he doesn’t look sad. His expression softens out and finally, he’s remembering why you’re here and understanding where you were trying to take this topic before he interrupted with his confusion and concern over your financial habit where he’s concerned. “I’d be even happier if you went with me.”

“I think I can keep up with the rules,” you say, making his face begin to lift into a smile. “But maybe, before the match, you can come over and we can watch some old ones, so you can explain it to me? We can get takeout and snacks. If you’re okay with our first date being a home date?”

“I’d be happy to just sit and stare at you in a park for three hours and call it a date,” he admits, kind of dumbly, but he’s smiling so genuinely that you can’t help but giggle. “Especially if you giggle like that. You won me over with that giggle, you know? First time I heard it I was convinced you stole my heart,” he confesses and finally moves closer. Close enough that he can reach out and shyly take your hands into his.

“Do you want it back?” you wonder as you pull his hands more securely into yours and lace your fingers together.

“I trust you with it,” he assures and takes a half step closer, which you mirror, putting your socked feet pretty much toe-to-toe. “Do you think you’ll trust me with yours one day too? I promise I’ll look after it.”

“Seok, you’ve had it for so long already,” you admit.

“I have?” You nod and he tilts closer naturally, drawn in by your adoring gaze locked on him and reflected in his round, attentive gaze on you. “I like you so fucking much. It’s been driving me crazy keeping it to myself.”

“I feel the same way.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you drive me crazy too,” you joke, making him let out an amused scoff as he rolls his eyes. You giggle and squeeze his hands to gain his gaze back. “You do drive me crazy, but it’s in a good way. I think I’d go crazier without you by my side at this point.”

“Me too and now I know that; you’re never getting rid of me. I hope you can accept the consequences of your words.”

“Depends.”

“On?” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

“I can accept waiting until at least the third date if you really want to, at least for that. But I’d really like to kiss you now if-” before you can even finish talking and get his verbal consent, Seokmin gives it to you by surging in and pressing his lips against yours enthusiastically. You giggle against his lips and pull back the slightest hint to allow you to actually kiss him instead of smushing your lips together like he had in his excitement.

Now that you’ve taken charge, the kiss is nothing but tender, so sweet, and exactly how you always imagined kissing Seokmin would be.

A sudden bang on the door makes you both jump and pull apart. You hear your friends scrambling away on the other side and berating Mingyu for falling into the door as he whines and blames Seungkwan for suddenly jumping on his back.

“Guess we should get back and give them the exciting news that we’re dating now!” Seokmin enthuses, letting go of you with one hand so that he can excitedly lead you to the door, more than ready to share the news with your friends before they come crashing through the door during their next attempt at eavesdropping.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to not enjoy your meat I spent so long beating yesterday either,” you tease.

Seokmin immediately stops and turns to look at you with a whine and big, innocent eyes, matched with a pout. A true puppy-dog look. “Don’t tease me. You’re my girlfriend now; that means you’re supposed to be nice to me,” he complains.

“Oh, girlfriend?” you respond, a little surprised.

“Yeah, we’re dating,” he confirms.

“I thought that just meant going on dates, not in an exclusive relationship.”

“Oh,” his expression turns nervous. “Is-is that what you want? Just to date me? I can wait to be your boyfriend when you’re ready. I’ve been waiting ages already to get the courage to ask you out, so I can wait until you want me.”

“I want you now,” you assure.

“Oh, good,” he relaxes and smiles at you before leaning over to kiss you once more.

“Not in my guest room!” Jeonghan exclaims from the other side of the door, less than a metre from you two, making you jump at his sudden yell. You hadn’t even heard him return to the door, but maybe he just hadn’t left in the first place. He’s shameless enough to keep eavesdropping even once caught, so it wouldn’t surprise you.

“We’re not!” Seokmin squeaks and yanks open the door to give Jeonghan a scandalised look. “I told you we’re not doing anything like that yet!”

“Oh, so that euphemism you understood,” Jeonghan muses with a snicker, then glances down at your connected hands. “Finally,” he approves with a nod before turning and walking off. “They finally sorted their shit out and got together!” he yells as he nears the kitchen.

It makes you and Seokmin both smile a little dopily to hear your friends cheering and sounding so genuinely happy for you both.

“You know the teasing is going to get more obvious and intense from now on, right?” you comment.

“Yep. But I can handle it when it means I have you by my side,” Seokmin responds confidently and lifts your hand to kiss the back of it, making your heart flutter and cheeks to warm. “Ready to face it?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Side by side, you return to the kitchen, knowing that as soon as you step into the room, you’re going to be met with playful jeering and endless suggestive comments from here on out. But you think Seokmin is right; you can handle it all as long as he’s by your side.

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Yeosang

Office

Angst #15

Title: Time waits for no-one

Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x f.reader

Summary: After thinking that your colleague Yeosang has completely lost interest in you, you decide to start dating again but when he hears about it, his reaction is the last thing you expect.

Genre(s): Office au / colleagues to lovers / angst / idiots to lovers /

Rating: Teen/15+ (SFW)

Warnings: Suggestive / jealous Yeosang / kissing

Word Count: 984

Banner: Me

Author's Notes: Thanks Anya! I hope you enjoy. For anyone who wants to make an Ateez request please see the post here.

“So…” your colleague Leah starts, a twinkle in her eye you recognise instantly and her voice much louder than it needed to be in the office. “...what was your date like, spill the beans, girl?”

Your frame stills as you become aware of several pairs of eyes on you. Only one set matters to you however, and you can feel his burning right into you. No doubt part of Leah’s master plan.

But why should his opinion matter more than anyone else's? You and Yeosang had one incredible night together six months ago; he wasn't ready to get serious and so you waited. But now, you are tired of waiting. He barely shows any romantic interest in you, causing you to give up hope that the two of you will ever be something more than colleagues.

Gritting your teeth and sending her a death glare, your fingers grip the desk so tight your knuckles turn white as you quickly reply, “Yea, fine.”

She scoffs, “Come on, did you get laid?”

Your eyes practically pop out of your head, swearing under your breath and sending every curse you can think of in her direction.

Suddenly, your boss calls you into his office, a much needed mercy to get out of this situation.

Leah giggles when you shove her as you pass, striding quickly away from your embarrassment and no daring to glance in his direction.

Two coffees, one meeting and eight emails later you are in the copier room, scanning some documents when you hear someone else enter behind you.

“I'm almost done.” You say without looking, focusing solely on your rather mundane task.

“So, did you?” A deep and familiar voice sounds, making you still, hands frozen over the buttons. You know what he's asking but this is not a conversation you want to have right now, where anyone else could walk in.

Slowly, you turn to face him. His expression; blank and void of emotion but his eyes, they tell a different story. Full of worry and an almost concealed anger simmering deep down.

“Did I, what?”

“Did you sleep with him? Whoever he is.” he says, voice clipped and nostrils flared.

The sight of his barely controlled jealousy is almost amusing…if it wasn't so infuriating.

“I'm sorry, but what exactly does it have to do with you?” You quip and enjoy the surprise that flits momentarily across his face. “Incase you didn't realise, one night doesn't give you the right to know what I do with my body.”

He opens his mouth but when nothing comes out he closes it again. Taking a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check, he steps towards you, “No, I know that, but please, just tell me.”

“No, I didn't. Are you happy now?” You turn back to the copier, biting your lip desperately trying to keep your emotions in check.

“I didn't know you were dating.” He remarks softly and your anger dissipates, even as you cling desperately to it, rathering that than the other emotions that threaten to overflow.

“Yea well…I never know what's going on in your head, so I thought, why not?”

“I just need time.” He says, almost pleading.

Spinning round to him again, you manage to keep your voice even as you hit back, “I've given you time.”

He stares back at you with eyes wide and full of regret but it does little to distract you from the hurt you feel constricting your chest and making it hard to breathe.

“You can't even admit to yourself how you feel, let alone tell me.” You add, as you gather your papers and brush past him on the way out. He doesn't stop you, doesn't say anything as you exit the room and that hurts more than anything.

The rest of your day goes unbearably slowly, you keep your head down and focus on work, not talking to anyone and not even looking in Yeosang’s direction. Rushing out of the office discreetly as soon as it hits five o’clock and making your way home, feeling more than relieved to be out of there.

Changing out of your office attire and into some casual shorts with a t-shirt, you scrape up your hair and settle down on your couch to continue watching your current TV show obsession. Just as you tuck your legs up and get comfortable, a knock on your door has you huffing as you get back up to answer it. But when you pull it open, your irritation dissolves into surprise.

“Yeosang.” You remark, “What are you doing here?”

He's still in the same suit, although he has loosened the tie and unbuttoned the shirt slightly and you can't help the way your eyes travel to the opening. His bare chest calls to you, knowing what's underneath the rest of it, it's hard to ignore.

“You were right.” He starts, a shy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I haven't admitted my feelings to you because the truth is…I'm scared.”

Your heart pulls making your chest feel tight at his admission.

“But I don't want to be scared anymore.” He takes a hesitant step towards you, “I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours.”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, excitement and fresh prospects bloom deep inside you as the words you've waited to hear are finally said.

“Am I too late?” He asks, eyebrows knitted together in anguish.

There was nothing you wanted to say, no words that could sum up how you feel. Grabbing him by the lapels of his blazer, you pull him to you and crush your lips against his. A passionate dance of tongues as your feet move back inside your apartment. His arm winds around your waist as he kicks the door shut behind him, where you can have him all to yourself.

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You're My Home

Han Jisung (Stray Kids) x Reader

Word Count: 3,847

Genre: Angst, Fluff

AUs: Non idol AU, Childhood friends to lovers

Rating: SFW, however I still ask that MINORS DNI WITH THIS BLOG!

Summary: You and Jisung find comfort in each other starting from childhood, and it leads to your feelings for each other shifting as you enter adulthood.

Warnings: Implications of toxic family dynamics but no details, love that is believed to be unrequited but isn't, mentioned cheating (not Reader or Jisung). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

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A/N: This fic is a slightly late birthday gift for the lovely @blueohs! I am so grateful to call you my friend, and I hope that you like the fic! Sorry it's a bit late! Regardless, I hope that your birthday was as lovely as you are.

Taglist: @xomakara, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @vampsol, @shadowkoo, @gyubakeries, @lov3rachan

Fic is under the cut.

Jisung was your best friend almost from the moment that you first met him at ten years old. You’d first met him during the summer at a park in your hometown, when he planted himself on the swing next to yours and introduced himself. If only you’d known back then just how important to you he’d become.

When he sat down, you smiled at him and told him your name, and he grinned back as he asked, “Do you wanna be friends?”

You nodded and said, “Sure!” You knew that you probably wouldn’t see him again after you left the park that day, but you were never one to turn down an opportunity to make a new friend, no matter how long the friendship lasted.

“What’s your favorite color?” Jisung asked as he swung, laughing when he started going higher.

“Blue! What’s yours?”

“Red.”

“I don’t like red. It’s too aggressive,” you replied.

“I think blue is too calm,” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong with calm?” you asked. He didn’t answer, instead changing the subject to his favorite video games.

You and Jisung spent at least an hour just talking on the swings before your parents called you and told you that it was time to leave. You didn’t want to leave, but you also didn’t want to make your parents mad, so you agreed, silently hoping you’d see Jisung again.

A few weeks after your first meeting with Jisung at the park, you were pleasantly surprised by his presence in your fifth-grade classroom. He confidently took the seat next to yours and said, “Hi!”

“Hi! How was your summer?”

“It was ok,” he answered, fidgeting as he spoke. “How was yours?”

“It was good,” you said, unsure of what else to say. Luckily for you, though, your teacher announced that class was about to begin, ending the conversation.

The rest of the morning went by quickly, and before you knew it, you were outside for recess. Normally, you would have spent the period alone, drawing in the small sketchbook you’d stuck in your pocket before leaving. This time, though, Jisung found you sitting under the slide almost immediately and struck up a conversation.

“Hi! What are you drawing?” he asked. You tilted your sketchbook so that he could see the flowers and small animals that covered the page, and he smiled and said, “That’s really good!”

“Thanks. Do you like to draw?”

“Oh, no. I don’t like sitting still to draw.”

“What’s wrong with sitting still?”

Jisung mumbled, “Nothing. Just don’t like it.”

Unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you decided to just talk about what you were drawing, with Jisung occasionally asking you to draw something else. You rolled your eyes at first when he asked you to draw a dinosaur, but you happily agreed when he asked you to draw the characters from a video game that you both liked.

“That’s really good!” he said when you showed him the finished project.

You wanted to respond by downplaying it, telling him that you weren’t that good, but before you could, your teacher called you inside to go back to class.

After you were back inside, the rest of the school day went by with nothing major happening, except for occasionally getting distracted by Jisung’s tendency to talk whenever the classroom got too quiet. You wanted to be annoyed by his antics, but you couldn’t find it in you. After all, he did make you laugh with the bad jokes he told in between other students answering your teacher’s questions.

After that first day, you found yourself uncharacteristically excited for school, if for no other reason than to see Jisung again. Sure, he wasn’t your best friend or anything, but you liked spending time with the boy that brought you out of your shell, even if it was just a little bit at first.

As the school year went on, though, the two of you grew even closer. In a matter of months, he was your best friend, and the two of you spent significantly more time with each other than anyone else, much to the frustration of the other boys in your class that wanted Jisung to play kickball with them instead of sitting with the quiet kid that liked to hide under the slide and draw.

Throughout the next school year and the rest of your time in the public school system, you and Jisung were practically inseparable, with several of your mutual friends joking that you might as well have been siblings considering how much time you spent together. One of you rarely went somewhere without the other, and when you attended events together, you were by each other’s sides the entire night, providing support when the events got too overwhelming and keeping each other company when you were both bored out of your minds.

Jisung didn’t just provide support when you were overstimulated at loud parties, either. Every time you argued with your siblings or got in trouble with your parents over something ridiculous, he was right there with a smile, a hug, and your favorite movie to cheer you up. It may have seemed insignificant to an outsider looking in, but to you it meant the world.

No one else seemed to care enough to be there for you the way Jisung was, and you made sure that he understood just how much you cared about him by making the time to be there for him whenever he needed you. You didn’t know details, but you knew that his home life wasn’t the best either, so whenever you could be, you were right by his side with his favorite video games, snacks, and a smile to help him feel ok again.

The bond that you and Jisung shared meant more to him than he could put into words most days, and it was only a matter of time before he realized that he had a crush on you. He was almost certain that you didn’t feel the same way, though, and even if he knew that you felt the same way, he had no intention of ruining your friendship. After all, what would happen if you tried to date and it ended poorly? Jisung didn’t think that he could handle losing you.

Even after you and Jisung graduated from high school, you both attended the same college, with your major being education and his being music. Sure, your busy schedule meant that you had less time to spend with him, but that didn’t change that you spent just about all of your free time together. At least, you did whenever he wasn’t out with whatever pretty girl from your campus smiled at him that week.

It was kind of ironic, actually, that he spent so much time dating around in college. After all, for most of your teenage years, he’d told you that he didn’t want to get into a relationship with someone unless he was absolutely sure that they were the right person for him. In college, though? He must have met the “right person” at least twice a month. You wondered if something was wrong, but in the end, you figured that he was just trying to have some fun now that he was away from his needlessly strict mother.

Near the end of your second year, you realized that you had feelings for Jisung that weren’t strictly platonic. You couldn’t pinpoint when the feelings started, but you certainly knew that they were getting more intense when he brought Yeji, his girlfriend for the week, to a party that you were hosting to celebrate the end of the year. You felt like a terrible friend for feeling the way you did, but when you saw Yeji hanging off of Jisung’s arm and pretending to laugh at the jokes that you’d laughed at with him a million times, your jealousy threatened to bubble over and completely ruin the party.

So, you avoided Jisung the entire night, instead spending all of your time with Hyunjin, a guy that you’d met in one of your classes. He was a bit boring, choosing to wax poetic about the books he’d been reading and barely letting you get a word in during your conversations, even when he asked you direct questions. Still, you made sure to look more interested than you were, hoping that focusing on something other than your feelings for Jisung would make the fact that you knew you couldn’t have him easier to deal with.

Of course, it didn’t. Instead, all you could think about as Hyunjin explained your favorite book to you for the second time that night was how badly you wanted to just hide in the corner with Jisung and pretend that the rest of the world didn’t exist for a few hours. So, you excused yourself from your conversation with your classmate and went to the kitchen, choosing to focus on refilling drinks and fetching extra snacks when needed.

A few hours later, the party finally drew to a close, and guests started to leave. As you started to clean up the mess that your friends had made, you heard Jisung ask, “Do you need help cleaning up?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, Yeji appeared behind Jisung and said, “Sungie, are we still going back to my place tonight?” He winced at the nickname that she insisted on calling him, but she didn’t notice, too distracted by staring at the other guys that hadn’t left the party yet.

“Of course, baby,” he answered before turning back to you for an answer.

“Go ahead, Ji. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“I’m sure. We’ll talk tomorrow. Good night.”

“Night,” he said as Yeji practically dragged him out the door.

You spent the rest of the night trying and failing to avoid thinking about Jisung. You knew that falling for your best friend was a terrible idea, but you had no idea how exactly to get the feelings to go away. So, you did what you’d always done. You ignored the feelings and focused on being happy for him. He really did seem happy with Yeji, after all. So, despite how much you hated her, you decided to suck it up.

Jisung was not happy with Yeji, however. She constantly disregarded his feelings, flirted with other guys, and treated the people he cared about like dirt. Still, anything was better than being alone with his thoughts of how badly he wanted you. So, he got good at pretending he was happy with her. Maybe a little bit too good, but that wasn’t important to Jisung at that point.

Almost immediately after you graduated from college, you got a job as a high school teacher in a city far from your hometown and moved away, leaving the life that you hated so much behind for good. A small part of you considered at least telling Jisung that you were leaving, but in the end, you decided that there wasn’t a point. After all, the two of you weren’t nearly as close as you used to be by that point, and you really didn’t want any lingering connections to your old life when you were trying to start over. So, you disappeared without a word.

About a month later, Jisung found out that you’d left, and he was devastated. Sure, the two of you didn’t talk as much as you used to after college, but he still thought of you as his best friend. So why did you leave without even telling him goodbye? He had no idea, so he chose to shove his hurt down where he couldn’t see it and pretend that it didn’t exist. He hid his pain so well that not even Yeji, now his fiancée, could see it.

For years after you moved away from your hometown, you didn’t talk to Jisung. Not because you wanted to leave your best friend behind, but because you were afraid of being pulled back to the place that you hated the most if you let him get too close. Logically, you knew that he would never do that, but you also knew that fear was much more powerful than logic, especially when it came to protecting the peace that you’d found for yourself after moving away from your family.

You didn’t even mean for Jisung to come back into your life when he did. It was completely coincidental when you literally bumped into him at the grocery store near your apartment. You slipped on a piece of paper that had fallen onto the floor, and you stumbled into the person standing behind you. You felt an arm on your shoulder attempting to steady you, and you immediately looked up to tell whoever had reached out to let go of you.

Then, you looked into a startlingly familiar pair of deep brown eyes and heard a startlingly familiar voice say, “(Y/N)? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answered with a sigh. “How are you doing, Ji?”

“I’m fine. Where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you for years.”

“I’ve been here. After college, I left and didn’t look back.”

“Why did that have to mean leaving me, too?”

You didn’t want to give him an answer, but you knew that he wouldn’t let it go until you did. So, you said, “I was afraid of going back.”

Jisung softened at your explanation and said, “I understand. It’s the same reason I left around a year ago.”

The two of you were quiet for a minute before you said, “We should catch up sometime. Where are you living now?”

Jisung pulled a small notebook and pen out of his pocket, wrote down his address and phone number, and handed it to you with that signature smile that you’d missed in the time you’d been away from home. After you took the paper and stuck it in your pocket, he said, “Let me know when you’re free. It’ll be nice to hang out again.”

“Yeah. See you around.”

With that, you left to finish your shopping, thinking about Jisung the entire time. On the one hand, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not trying to reach out to him sooner. On the other hand, though, you were more excited than you could put into words that the man that you considered your best friend for so long could finally be a part of your life again.

After you got home, you texted Jisung and talked about what your life had been like since leaving your hometown.

Y/N: So, where are you working now? Jisung: Starbucks. It’s right down the street from my apartment. Y/N: Really? I’m there all the time, and I haven’t seen you there at all. Jisung: I work the afternoon shift. Y/N: That explains it. I go in the morning before work. Jisung: I figured. You’ve always preferred the early morning café crowd to the afternoon and evening crowds.

You couldn’t help but grin at how well Jisung still seemed to know you, despite how long it’d been since the last time the two of you talked. Much to your frustration, though, the realization that he still cared enough to remember the seemingly insignificant details about you brought butterflies to your stomach, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

You really didn’t want the feelings for Jisung that you’d spent so long trying to forget about to come back, but it seemed like your heart disagreed with you on how to love your best friend. Still, you knew that nothing would ever come of your feelings, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and hope for the best.

Jisung was shocked by how connected he still felt to you, especially considering how long it had been since the last time you’d spoken. Still, his shock was overshadowed by the sheer joy of having you in his life again. The only problem with that was that the crush that he’d thought went away came right back.

Before he could worry too much, though, his thoughts were interrupted by another text from you.

Y/N: Are you free this weekend? We could go get coffee and catch up if you want. Jisung: That sounds great. What time? Y/N: Any time is fine with me. Jisung: How about 10 AM? Y/N: That works for me. I’ll see you then! Jisung: See you then.

You spent the rest of the week looking forward to your meetup with Jisung. You knew that you probably wouldn’t go right back to the way things were before the two of you grew apart, but you were still excited to reconnect with the man that used to be your closest friend. At the same time, though, you were nervous. What if he’d changed too much for the two of you to connect the way you used to? What if you’d changed too much? The thought almost made you want to avoid the event altogether.

When Saturday finally came, however, you realized that you had nothing to worry about. From the moment that Jisung walked into the café, spotted you, and pulled you into a hug, it was like no time had passed. You talked like you hadn’t spent time together in days rather than years, catching each other up on what you’d missed since you left your hometown.

After talking a bit about your jobs and the joys of finally being away from your families, the conversation eventually shifted to relationships. With his hands shaking and that familiar look of nervous excitement in his eyes, Jisung asked, “So, have you met anyone here?”

“Oh, well, not really. Not interested in relationships, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“What about you? Are you and Yeji still together? I remember you telling me that you were gonna propose right before I left.”

Jisung shook his head and said, “No. We actually broke up a few months after you moved. She said I was too boring. I guess missing you so much made me less fun.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Ji.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m over it now. I just wish she’d told me I was boring after I bought the ring.”

“I’m still surprised that you even proposed to her.”

He sighed and said, “In hindsight, that was a mistake.”

You nodded and replied, “I noticed that you never quite seemed comfortable with her.”

“I’ve never been as comfortable with anyone as I was with you.”

You were quiet for a minute before you said, “I’m sorry, Ji.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m just happy that you’re part of my life again.

With that, you and Jisung talked about whatever came to mind until he had to leave to get ready for work, laughing and joking like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment. It was refreshing, if you were being honest with yourself. Sure, you still regretted losing touch with him in the first place, but the fact that the two of you were able to fit back into each other’s lives so naturally eased the guilt that you were feeling.

For the next several months, you and Jisung slowly but surely increased the amount of time that you were spending together, and before you knew it, you were pretty much inseparable again. Every free minute that the two of you had was spent together, which probably didn’t help your crush on him, but that was a side effect of having Jisung around that you were willing to deal with, at least until the feelings went away.

Jisung was absolutely livid with himself for falling in love with you again as soon as you were back in his life. He was absolutely certain that the two of you would never be together, so he didn’t understand why he couldn’t get over you. Still, he was determined to try.

Every attempt that you made to get over Jisung failed miserably. It was kind of funny, in all honesty. Every time you thought that you were getting over him, he’d do one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place, like telling you over and over again how much he cared about you and making you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry.

Jisung wasn’t exactly having an easy time getting over you, either. Every time the two of you hung out, you did or said something that would seem insignificant to anyone else, but to him, they were everything. From the way you still laughed at his stupid jokes to the smile on your face when he told you how happy he was to have you, every moment made him fall harder.

It was on a seemingly ordinary day when you and Jisung finally realized that your feelings for each other were mutual. You’d invited him over for a game night after the two of you were done work, and he’d won at every game. From Uno to Mario Kart, he beat you every time, but you didn’t mind as long as you got to be the one to witness how excited he got when he won.

After the fourth game of Mario Kart for the night ended with yet another victory for Jisung, you looked at him and said, “Ok, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked for the time being.”

“Aw, is somebody a sore loser?” he asked with a laugh.

“There’s a difference between being a sore loser and just getting bored, Ji.”

Jisung’s expression changed to one of mock shock as he placed his hand over his heart and dramatically asked, “You’re bored of me? I’m wounded.”

You laughed at his theatrics and softly said, “I could never get bored of you. I love you.”

The mock surprise on Jisung’s face shifted to real surprise as he processed what you said, and that was when you realized that you’d slipped up. You tried to explain, but before you could, he asked, “Really?”

In that moment, the explanation that you meant that you loved spending time with him flew out the window, replaced with a soft smile and the words, “Really. I always have.”

Jisung audibly relaxed at your words and said, “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

Jisung thought for a moment about how he wanted to say what was on his mind. In the end, though, he didn’t settle on words at all. Instead, he softly kissed you. You melted into the kiss pretty much immediately, and he wrapped his arms around you with a content sigh.

When he pulled away, Jisung looked you in the eyes and said, “I love you, too.”

“Now it’s my turn to tell you that I can’t believe that you feel the same way.”

“How could I not?” he asked, pulling you closer once again and kissing the top of your head. “You’re my home, and you always have been.”

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope that you all liked the fic. If you did, please make sure to like and reblog! If you wanna check out my other works, my masterlist can be found here. If you wanna see what I'm working on, my upcoming works list is here. If you'd like to be tagged whenever I upload a new fic, my taglist form is here!

Thank you again for reading, and happy belated birthday, Blue!

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I'm here to help you out with filling out your San empty spots 😏 can I get San, neighbour's au, with prompt 6! Looking forward to it~~

Title: Gotta have you

Paring: Choi San (Ateez) x f.reader

Summary: Flirting with your new neighbour escalates rapidly.

Genre(s): Neighbours au / smut / boy next door au

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it ppl) / clit play / kissing / quickie / brief masturbation (male) / body cumshot / strip tease

Word Count: 885

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Standing in your bedroom in nothing but a towel is somewhat titillating, especially when you can feel San’s eyes are on you.

You and your somewhat new neighbour have been in a constant game of flirtation since he moved in, it started off subtle but quickly escalated.

One of your bedroom windows faces his, making this game very easy to play.

His last towel drop had been quite the eyeful, giving you more than enough to think about that night when you had nothing but a vibrator to satisfy you.

Today it's your turn.

Reaching up, arching your back slightly and stretching your spine, the towel knot loosens and you let it drop. The material pools at your feet and you step elegantly out of it. You start brushing your hair, bringing it around on one shoulder while letting one hand slide teasingly down your body, fingertips skating gently down your breasts, and making your nipples hard. Glancing slyly his way, you feel an undeniable smugness at seeing him on his knees on the floor in front of his window, fixated on you.

Turning away from him you purposefully drop the brush.

“Oops.” You say, even though he can't hear you, as you bend over to pick it up, giving him a full view of your rear and hopefully a bit more than just that. Standing slowly you can't resist looking back at him, only to freeze in your tracks. He's gone.

Disappointment hits you hard, like a slap on the face. He definitely didn't seem bored, so it can't be that…right? Maybe he had a visitor, or a phone call, either of those excuses are feasible.

You pick up your towel and re-wrap it around you, when your doorbell chiming makes you jump.

Oh, that must be the delivery you're waiting for.

Rushing to answer it before they leave, you yank open the door, but are surprised to see San standing there instead. He leans against your doorway, white shirt billowing open in the warm breeze, breathing heavily.

“I can't take it anymore, I have to have you. Now.” He says.

Heat rushes to your core, lighting a fire in you, one you didn't think could be so intense. “Finally.” You say, pulling him in by the scruff of his shirt.

You're a wild clash of hands, pulling off clothes and grabbing flesh while your lips are locked in a messy kiss. You both walk blindly, until you decide the bedroom is too far to fathom and pull him down to the floor.

With your back on the floor, he lines himself up to you, and as you wind your legs tightly around his waist, you use them to push him into you.

He plunges hard and deep, hitting that aching spot inside you with each vigorous thrust.

The time for teasing has passed, you need each other too desperately for that, as he moves like a man possessed, his focus is on you and your pleasure. Leaning back on his knees, he grabs your hips with both hands, enabling him to angle up into you even more while he pulls you down on him each time he rams inside you. Both your needy moans fill the space around you.

His eyes are fixed on your breasts as they bounce, and you can't help but admire the generous muscles flexing as he grips you tightly. The pressure starts to build low in your stomach, the cord stretching as you're almost at your peak, and almost as if he can sense it, he licks his thumb and uses it to rub circles on your clit.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come undone around my cock.” He says, voice low and full of lust.

As if your body is listening to his every word, the cord inside you snaps as you spasm wildly around him.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he helps you ride out your orgasm and when he can't take it anymore he pulls out, grabs his erection and finishes himself off. He paints your chest with white ropes of his climax that glitters in the afternoon sunshine.

He collapses on the floor next to you. “Nice place.”

You can't help but laugh. “What a compliment, seeing as the hallway floor is the only part you've seen.”

“Yes, but this floor is something special.”

You both chuckle as you catch your breath, he turns on his side to face you.

“Are you free for dinner later?” He asks, a hue of pink tinting his cheeks.

“Are you actually asking me out on a date, Choi San?” You respond, feigning shock.

“I am.”

“Only if I can have you for dessert?” You smirk at him and he licks his lips, the sight causing you to squeeze your legs together, as new heat floods your core once more.

“I gladly offer myself up on a platter for you.”

You can't help tugging your bottom lip between your teeth at the idea of him laid out naked and waiting just for you. He pulls it out with his thumb before hooking a finger under your chin and leaning down to kiss you, slow and soft. Feeling dizzy with exhilaration you let your lips mould to his with the promise of much more later.

[cosyhomenet]

Hey, Cowboy

SUMMARY |  Mingyu's lap looks very inviting.

PAIRINGS |  Mingyu (SVT) x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked 

GENRE |  smut, pwp, established relationship

CONTENT/WARNINGS |  profanity, alcoholic consumption, grinding, unprotective sex, fingering, breast fondling, creampies, dirty talk, kissing, sucking, hair gripping/pulling, praising, oral sex (m.receiving), praising, multiple orgasms, deep dicking, size kink, riding/cowgirl, reader is turned on because of mingyu's stetson hat

LENGTH |  4,097 words 

TAGLIST |  –

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @keopihaus @cosyhomenet @winerys-collection

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Because we all love Cowboy!Gyu~

Seventeen Masterlist

"Hey, Cowboy."

Mingyu looks up from his phone to catch your eyes. Sitting on the couch with a Stetson hat perched atop his head, he looks positively comical and you can't help but laugh at the picture.

Mingyu shakes his head playfully. "I'm your boyfriend. The least I can do is pull these hats from storage for your enjoyment."

"I knew I kept you around for a reason," you quip back. In all honesty, you never were much of a fan of Mingyu's endless stash of props... 

Until today that was.

As much as you hate to admit it, the way he’s sitting on the couch, legs spread open invitingly, and with his mouth tipped upwards ever so slightly made him look every bit like the epitome of sex. You just hoped Mingyu hadn't caught onto your blatant ogling and thankfully, your prayers were heard and you quickly realize that Mingyu had absolutely zero clue about what was going on in your head.

Mingyu simply rambles on, asking where the rest of his friends were and whether or not he'd be allowed to post the pictures without their consent, as if his hat and lap wasn't doing things to you.

Oh, the things he was doing to you.

When Soonyoung invited you and Mingyu to the SVT frat costume party that he randomly decided to throw, you didn't really know what you had signed up for. In all honesty, you agreed because your friend insisted and who were you to deny one of his random party ideas anyway? You and Mingyu decided to go as cowboys, since you had this cute, little skirt that would go well with some boots and he had a Stetson hat lying around.

However, as soon as you and your boyfriend arrived, Soonyoung and Seokmin had immediately dragged the two of you aside and doused you with alcohol.

Mingyu doesn't know a single thing of the thoughts racing in your head, because instead, his focus is directed onto his phone once again. It's really nothing out of the ordinary, until he hooks a finger in between the button of his shirt and tug ever so slightly that causes his shirt to be unbuttoned, exposing some of the lean muscle hidden there. Your eyes linger for a bit too long on his chest before he finally notices and looks back at you curiously. "Are you okay?" He asks and you cough out awkwardly.

"Um... yeah," you mutter quietly.

"Good, good... then I'll take more photos!" Mingyu says excitedly. He grabs your arm, pulls you down into his lap in one fell swoop while snapping multiple pictures at the same time, and before you even have a chance to question him, he's already scrolling through the photos and posting them onto his social media page.

Once he's posted a sufficient amount of pictures, Mingyu finally puts his phone down and gazes up at you with bright eyes, nearly causing your heart to skip a beat. "I'm so glad we took these photos. My baby looks hot as a cowgirl."

His arms encircled your body, pressing you further onto him, and he drops a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek.

You lick your lips as the friction makes your heart pound wildly. "Y'know Mingyu..." you whisper. "You're quite the sex icon with this cowboy thing..." And maybe it's because you've downed several cups of Soonyoung's cheap, vodka laced punch, but there's nothing stopping you from saying the most idiotic thing in your life, "Can I suck your dick?"

You watch your boyfriend's expression go from innocent to utter shock. For a moment, you actually think you see his ears tinge red, but you blink once again and the color is gone. "E-excuse me? Did I hear you right?"

"...yes?"

Mingyu sputters out in surprise, fumbling with his words and you can practically see his mind ticking as the gears turn, desperately attempting to process the information. "...what?" He finally manages to whisper in a quiet voice, not quite meeting your eyes and you shrug helplessly as you knelt on the floor and between his spread legs.

"Please, Mingyu? You just look so good in that hat and..." you trail off as you glance back up at your tall boyfriend, this time completely noticing the way his cheeks tint red in the dim lighting. "Your lap just looks so inviting." You pout as your fingers dance along the edge of his jeans, enjoying the way his lips curl and hips buck ever so slightly in an involuntary reaction.

"You're just joking. Right?"

"...no." You feel his eyes follow the movement of your finger that lightly strokes the inside of his thigh and you chuckle to yourself at the sharp hiss he lets out when you caress his crotch. 

"Come on, babe," he attempts one last time, still unable to look directly into your eyes. "Don't do this to me." Mingyu had no doubt noticed the bulge in his pants growing.

"Pleaseee?" You trail off as you eye his crotch, silently admiring the way Mingyu's bulge is prominent, leaving no room for imagination. "I know you've been looking at my ass this entire night," you smirk as your eyes lock with his.

Mingyu groans audibly as his teeth sink into his bottom lip in a valiant attempt at stopping his desire from leaking out. "Fine. Okay... let's do it." You can tell how desperately his cock must ache inside his pants, evident by the way he palms the outside of his thigh. "But if we're doing this... let's get somewhere a little more private."

After several moments of frantically looking, the two of you finally end up tucked in a secluded room that looked like an office. Luckily the music blasting in the frat house was so loud, that no one could even bother to be quiet and the entire hallway is flooded with the sounds of moans and sex. No one will dare to bother you in a place like this.

"Okay, you bad little cowgirl," Mingyu teases as he takes a seat on the leather couch, leaning back so his head is resting against the top. "I'm all yours to do whatever you want." You can only stare in awe as his fingers curl around the band of his jeans. "Anyways, it's time for you to claim your prize."

You slide your way to your knees, keeping your eyes locked onto Mingyu the entire time and only finally breaking off when you face his lower region. Mingyu is quick to undo his belt and quickly unzip his jeans and for the first time, you realize he'd gone commando tonight, causing a sudden spike in arousal as Mingyu's length bounces free of its constraints and smacks against the skin of his lower stomach.

You love how big your boyfriend is in every possible way, and it should really come as no surprise, considering his height and large frame. But, Mingyu's size never ceases to surprise you no matter how many times he's made love to you, whether that be from his long slender fingers to his tongue and his cock. You moan to yourself quietly as you wrap a fist around his cock and watch the foreskin glide back and expose his tip. You trace a finger along his head, enjoying the way the precum starts to trickle out the tip of his cock before you lift a hand up and suck in one of the fingers coated with precum, earning a sharp hiss from Mingyu.

His voice is strangled when he manages to choke out your name, the action catching him by surprise. "Naughty, naughty." Mingyu remarks softly. "You just love seeing me hard, don't you?"

"Hm... maybe, yes," you murmur, watching the way your hand easily moves up and down Mingyu's length before he inhales sharply, bucking his hips wildly, unable to help himself from fucking your hand. "Maybe I'll just bring you off with my hands alone tonight. That'd be quite a show."

"Fuck..." Mingyu mutters out through a clenched jaw when he watches the way you stroke the base of his cock lazily. "No more teasing. Just put your mouth to good use."

With one, final squeeze, you press the tip of Mingyu's thick cock past your lips and you instantly hear him groan above you. Mingyu's dick tastes bittersweet and is hot on your tongue and you love the taste. With a new surge of arousal pulsating through you, you're determined to take him as far as you can, forcing yourself past the initial gag reflex. Your nails dig harshly into his upper thighs, leaving light crescent marks with your touch, but you figure it'll just add to his enjoyment, judging by the way his head tilts upwards as another low moan falls from his mouth.

Your name escapes Mingyu's lips with such breathlessness that has your lower regions tingling pleasantly.

But you're not completely happy, seeing as to how he's not touching you the slightest. A whine slips from your throat as you grip Mingyu's thigh a bit too harsh, causing him to cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain and glance back down towards you, blinking in surprise. "Shit, Gyu," you mumble around his cock. Your hand is still palming his erection and the tip glistens under the lamplight with your spit.

His eyes narrow to meet yours in confusion. "What's wrong?" He questions, voice dripping with lust. "Isn't this what you want?"

It doesn't matter how drunk or sober you are, his dick feels fucking great in the hot confinement of your mouth and honestly? You can't get enough of the taste of him. The sensation of Mingyu's dick is almost better than any drug. "Nothing's wrong, except the fact you're not touching me Gyu," you complain quietly. "At least hold my hair or something. Let me know how well I'm doing."

A sinful smile teases on Mingyu's face. "Needy." Is the only warning you get before you feel fingers curl around your hair tightly, tilting your chin and pushing you farther down on his thick length. Instinctively, you roll your eyes back as his heavy cock hits the back of your throat, sliding into place without so much of a single choking. "Is this better for you?"

You can't answer, not like this with his cock filling up every bit of your mouth, so you can only respond to him by wrapping your tongue against him, bringing your hand back to grip and fondle with his balls. Mingyu curses and tosses his head back to rest on the edge of the couch, hips rolling slightly with each drag of his shaft along the warm and velvety texture of your mouth.

"Good girl," he grits through his teeth as a shot of hot pleasure rolls throughout his body, settling just below his abdomen. There's not much thought behind his words as they tumble past his tongue in the form of praise. Mingyu's vision nearly goes hazy when you begin to hum lightly around the base of his dick. The vibrations send him near the edge.

The pressure becomes too much for Mingyu to take. His hand that had been resting in your hair so lightly tightens its grip. You try not to let the small squeaks leave your mouth, knowing they'll go unnoticed but with his fingers clenched into a fist around the back of your head and forcing your lips so close to the base of his thick cock, tears of over-stimulation start to spring from your eyes as he begins to fuck your mouth. "Fuck! Shit, coming!" Mingyu barely chokes out in a rough and guttural voice, not that you could've heard him. Instead you're treated to a low, guttural groan as he arches his back from the couch, completely at the mercy of Mingyu's hold.

Your taste buds are overwhelmed with Mingyu's. He's salty and bitter and sweet and warm and so fucking delicious on your tongue. You swallow everything, desperate not to allow even a drop of the precious and addicting taste to leak from your mouth.

After you've cleaned Mingyu's spent cock with your tongue and licked every droplet of cum from his cock, you got up and shimmy your way onto Mingyu's lap once again, not minding the softening dick beneath your core. 

Mingyu blinks in surprise at you. "What are you planning now?"

"Trying to save a horse by riding a cowboy," you answered teasingly while pressing a wet, hot kiss against his lips. "Help a girl out, won't you cowboy? Show me what you're really made of."

Mingyu takes his bottom lip between his teeth, dark brown eyes reflecting the moonlight from the window, and there's something in his gaze that you can't help but find hypnotizing. He grins slyly at you, "The real question is, how quiet are you going to be for me?"

"Who said that I'll be quiet?" You quip with a laugh, causing Mingyu to throw you an incredulous look.

"The rest of our friends are downstairs and here we are, trying to keep quiet," he whispers into your ear, leaving you weak at his voice. His warm breath fans against your neck and a sudden tremor shakes through your core. Mingyu places a swift bite and lick to the side of your neck, no doubt creating a bruise that's visible for the rest of the world to see. His lips quirk upwards. "Just hope you won't be too loud, my little cowgirl. Otherwise everyone will know just how much you were begging to take my cock."

"Maybe I want them to hear," you grind against his cock and whimper at the lack of stimulation on your needy and soaked core. "Maybe I want them to know how much your dick fills my needy little pussy."

"Baby," Mingyu growls quietly with another harsh tug at your hair. His cock is slowly growing hard underneath the thin fabric of your skirt. "Keep talking like that and see where it'll get you."

You can't find a response. Instead all you can muster is a gasp when you feel Mingyu insert his fingers past the soaked fabric. It isn't enough. "Mingyu..." Your breathing grows ragged when you feel Mingyu's thumb swirl in circles on the inside of your slit and at the same time his fingers that are covered by your juices plunge in and out in a torturous rhythm.

"Well someone's wet," you hear Mingyu comment smugly as he retracts his digits from your folds to the open air. He chuckles at your silent protest, observing the string of glistening liquid connect from his fingers and to your crotch before grinning at you. "Look at how wet you are just from me fucking your mouth. You want a real taste? Cum on my fingers and we'll go from there, baby. Show me just how wet you can be and then, only then will you get what you want."

Mingyu plunges his long and thick digits into your dripping cunt and you cry out. "G-Gyu…" you whisper out as a surge of pleasure runs through you. Your wetness completely drenched Mingyu's hands, covering it in the scent and the warm texture of your arousal, as his fingers work relentlessly.

"Look at me," Mingyu commands sharply in your ear and you snap to attention instantly. Your half-lidded eyes meet Mingyu's burning gaze and the sly smirk on his face leaves you a panting mess as your cunt clamps onto his hand. "Fuck what the rest think," you hear Mingyu grunt and his free hand is pulling you close, with his nose pressed just below your ear, warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers. "Show everyone how badly you want me to fill you."

The burning heat that was pooling in your belly grows into a raging forest fire. Every bit of you is coated with the flames. Mingyu fucks you with the fingers, mercilessly curling and plunging at the exact right spot to make you squirm as his thumb continues to tease and draw circles around the little bundle of nerves. "Close. I-I'm coming, Mingyu."

His lips twist into a handsome smile, sending a surge of confidence. Mingyu ducks his head to hover dangerously close over your bare chest and after giving your breast a quick squeeze, bites harshly, causing a surge of pleasure-pain to tear through you. Your juices flow copiously and a whimper of pleasure escapes from you before you can stop it. Your muscles clench tight, your toes curl into the soft leather sofa and your head falls back against Mingyu's shoulder in ecstasy. Mingyu continues to piston his fingers within your velvety heat until he draws every ounce of the orgasm out of your trembling body.

Mingyu pulls his sticky digits from your now throbbing pussy, and brings the cum-covered fingers to his own lips. "You taste so good, babe," he whispers before looking back to you and bringing his fingers to your lips. "Open up." Obediently, your lips part for the fingers to slip past. Mingyu's long fingers dance within the warmth of your mouth, groaning at the warmth enveloping his fingers. "Good girl."

You want more. Even after being rewarded by the most earth-shattering and satisfying orgasm, your greedy core aches to be filled again. 

By him.

Lifting your hips and moving your panties to the side, you guide Mingyu's hard length into you without a single second thought. When you're fully seated, you finally release a content breath and slump into Mingyu's wide chest. "Fuck Gyu, you're so big," you manage to huff out in a high-pitched tone, breathing in the musky scent of him. "God, I needed this."

"How are you feeling?" Mingyu's palms glide gently down the smooth skin of your thighs.

You kiss him with fervor, cupping the back of his neck to pull him further towards you. "Just wonderful," you mumble against him before pulling away with a soft smile and then sink down on the firm length, savoring every inch of him. Mingyu is very large and girthy, and fills you nicely, with just the right amount of stretch. "Let's find out just how well your little cowgirl can ride you, cowboy."

"Be my guest," Mingyu licks his lips and sinks further down the sofa, eyes darkening. "Have a nice ride."

You begin a gentle pace, moving up and down his hard length and delighting at the sight. Mingyu's grip on your hips are so hard that you're almost sure that it'll be imprinted on your skin in the form of hand prints for days after. "Shit, Mingyu. You always feel so good." You whimper, rocking your hips at a rapid pace and enjoy the way Mingyu's thick cock drags in and out of you. "Fuck."

You curse, but Mingyu's attention is on the way you arch your back into him. He bites harshly on one pert nipple while his fingers massage the other, sending a current of electricity throughout your body. His deft hands trail up your body to cup your breasts and you shiver when his thumbs flit over the tingling peaks of your nipples, your pace never faltering even for a second.

He continues to play with the aching and sensitive peaks of your nipples, switching from harsh flicks to gentle strokes. All of these actions cause you to move faster. Without even a moment's hesitation, you latch your mouth onto his and tug the hat that still lays perched atop Mingyu's head over to your own and laugh.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Mingyu groans underneath your ministrations. You've finally gotten a proper rhythm and pace going and with a tilt of your hips, you're seeing stars every time his cock strikes you at the perfect spot within you. "Do I look good in your hat, Mingyu?"

"I get why wearing the hat is a turn on," Mingyu rasps out as you continue to rock your hips and tighten yourself against his shaft.

"If you lose the hat, I'm not fucking you," you threaten teasingly and giggle, to which he rolls his eyes fondly, settling against the cushion and contentedly gazing up at your flushed, sweaty face with his cock deep inside you.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mingyu begins to grunt, hips jumping slightly. "Wouldn't dream of losing that hat," he swears with a nod.

"Promise?" You hum, brows raised innocently, not quite expecting Mingyu to reach up and press your hands in his hair, eyes gleaming dangerously. 

"Now why would I want to lose the hat, if all it takes is getting to fuck you like this?" Mingyu questions, the corners of his lips tilting into a smile before snapping his hips upwards.

"Shiiiit, I like where this is going." The last syllable escapes you as a long moan.

Mingyu laughs against your mouth. He winds the loose strands around his fingers and lightly pulls them out of your eyes to look at you properly. "Then do a good job, sweetheart. Keep riding."

You catch his lips in a desperate kiss, nipping at his lower lip with your teeth, as you rock down, pressing his length impossibly deeper inside you and grinding your clit down against the soft, tuft of hair that lay nestled above Mingyu's length, groaning at the friction, then slowly rise up again. The slow movement allows you to feel his full length and girth filling you to the brim.

Mingyu hisses. "Oh fuck... not going to last," he moans as his hips stutter against you.

"Me too," you whisper, rocking at a steady pace, fully enjoying the feeling of his hot dick as it stretches and hits the deepest parts inside you. The heat and pressure feels far too amazing, as a second orgasm creeps along your belly. "Going to... cum, again." You manage to stutter out, overwhelmed at how each thrust is jarring you so much to the point the sofa creaks lightly under you.

"That's my girl," Mingyu grits his teeth at your words, eyes rolling to the back of his head before fixing you with an intense glare. He's on the brink. There's absolutely nothing hotter than watching your pretty mouth form his name as you come undone in his lap. "Come on, do it. Cum for me."

"Cum in me, Mingyu," you beg as you dig your nails in his shoulders. "Let's cum together."

A roar rips through his lungs and with a shudder, Mingyu's release paints your inner walls and the stimulation is more than enough for you to also cry out as a second climax washes over you, his hot cum spurts into you and leaks past to his balls.

"Fuck..." Mingyu grunts with a groan as he tries to even out his breathing. "Goddamn that was really, really great." His length is softening, and he is coated in a light sheen of sweat.

You settle on top of him, sighing in pure happiness as he twitches and pulses within your overly-sensitive cunt. He rubs your hips gently, fingers squeezing in silent reassurance. "It was so, so, so good," you mumble back. You press a chaste kiss on his cheek with a smile and slide off of Mingyu, still whimpering slightly and reveling in the feeling of your cunt clenching around nothing and feeling empty. "I'm never letting you lose that hat."

His mouth turns upwards into an exhausted but affectionate smile and he rests his hat once more on your hair and begins to redress himself before glancing over at you, shaking his head in amusement. "Ready to head back?" He questions, to which you nod silently, allowing him to button up his shirt once again. "Round two back home?"

You smile devilishly and peck your boyfriend on the lips before stepping up to walk straight to the exit. "Round two begins the moment we enter the apartment," you laugh lightly as Mingyu saunters over and links his fingers with yours.

The music in the house is muffled from upstairs but a constant steady thumping of a drum set to a base. "Sure. You're not getting any sleep tonight, baby."

"Well, it's a good thing I can ride you like a horse all night long, cowboy." You place his cowboy hat on his head, giggle and pat him on the cheek and are practically dragging Mingyu towards the door with a happy smile. "Time to let a woman prove that she can save a horse and ride a cowboy!"

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