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Birthday Baby Wish

group : ateez

pairing : dad!yeosang × mom!reader

genre : smut

wc : 2.9 k

warning : mature, mdni, explicit sex; impregnation kink, piv sex (obvi), unrpotected sex (obvi), dirty talk, slight asphyxiation ? (not choking but the position makes it hard to breathe), nasty shit idk (not baby poop just... the process of making a baby), yeosang wants another baby

a/n : i'm finally doing another special birthday post for a member and y'all can blame not only my cycle but also kang yeosang for existing because how fucking dare he

buy me coffee ?

Yeosang's birthday party ended rather spectacularly, and following the group's hangout tradition, Yeosang foiled Wooyoung's kidnapping attempt, and he had to resort to wrestling him for his daughter. Wooyoung really did take advantage of Yeosang being preoccupied as he actually managed to get to the elevator before Yeosang realized.

After everyone left, you immediately started cleaning up while Yeosang spent a much needed time with his daughter.

Yeonhee's eyes were fluttering close, and Yeosang was just standing there, cradling his baby while looking at her in awe. She was already seventeen months old at that point, but Yeosang still couldn't believe that she was there with him. Since the moment she was born, Yeosang tried his best to spend every single moment with her. Even when you both were implementing the family bed, Yeosang would sometimes find himself spending at least an hour just staring at Yeonhee, comparing her features to yours and also with him, wondering who she'd look like more when sh'e older. So when you both agreed that it was time for Yeonhee to start sleeping in her own room, Yeosang immediately volunteered to be the one to tuck her in every night. That way, he would be able to admire her as much as he wanted. How could he not? He would watch the way she held onto his fingers with her more stubby ones, the way she was breathing oh-so-calmly in his arms, feelings built up and overpowered Yeosang, and it felt like he was going to explode. Realizing that if he stayed any longer he might do something to wake her up, he carefully placed Yeonhee in her crib, giving her one last kiss before quietly leaving.

He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing away the last of the dirty dishes, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from the back.

"God, Yeosang! You scared me!" you lightly scolded, smacking the arm around your waist with your soapy hand, "Did you put the little princess to bed?" At the mention of his princess, Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder and let out a squeak, "Unfortunately, I did," he sighed. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately? Baby, she needs her rest, did you not see how she was playing with Wooyoung? Had she stayed up any longer she'd be super cranky and we'd be dealing with her tantrum all night," you pointed out. Yeosang lifted his head and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Well, can you blame her for being excited? Wooyoung matches her energy because he's practically a toddler with a job, so of course, she'd be happy to have a playmate," he stated.

You couldn't help but purse your lips slightly, quietly agreeing to his point that your daughter does seem like she could benefit from having a steady playmate. But you said and did nothing other than putting the last of the dishes up on the drying rack and taking your gloves off.

"So I was thinking," Yeosang started, clearing his throat slightly while playing with the fabric of your apron, "You know... Since it's my birthday a-and usually we do... Things, things I want on my birthday... So..." You knew where this was going, and frankly, you were at the point of waiting for Yeosang to communicate his desire to you. You've seen the way Yeosang look at his daughter, and you've seen the long look he sported when he saw a big family walking by. You both had a deal of having two kids or three max, after talking him down from his insane baseball team-sized family, courtesy of Yunho. Though an understanding was established, you two were waiting for the perfect time. At least, that's what Yeosang was doing; you were just waiting for him to assert himself. Knowing Yeosang, he needed the push to make what he wanted known. Still, you think you deserve some fun watching him squirm to get his point across.

"So... What?" you asked nonchalantly, but a faint smirk made itself present on your face. Yeosang groaned and turned your body around, "I think we're ready for another baby," he said confidently, though a slight blush was present on his cheeks. "Really? So that's your birthday sex wish? To knock me up again?" You were taunting him slightly, but you had to admit, even the mere words made you clench. That and also the thought of how different Yeosang become when baby making is involved. You didn't know what exactly it was, but Yeosang practically became a different man; more pointed, more confident, more cocky.

Yeosang sharply exhaled from his nose, making it known that he, too was affected by your words. His hands skimmed up your body and rested on your waist, firmly holding with his big, strong grip that made your breath hitch. "My birthday wish, dear wife, is for us to have sex all night long until there is no doubt that you're pregnant," he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your cheek, "And we're starting now."

A squeal left your lips when Yeosang suddenly hauled you over his shoulder, and it was at that moment you understood, admired, and fully supported his dedication in the gym because he managed to make carrying another human your size very effortless.

Yeosang dropped you on your shared bed and immediately caged you under him. He hovered above you for a while, scanning your figure with hunger in his eyes, a purpose, a goal. Soon, he leaned down and started kissing you from your forehead, down to your cheek, the corner of your lips, your collarbone, and then stopping at your stomach. He inhaled deeply as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up, causing you to shudder when you felt his lips start nipping at your exposed skin. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are when you're pregnant?" he muttered against your skin. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran a hand through his soft, silky hair, "Are you saying I'm not breathtaking when I'm not pregnant?" Teasing him further, you pulled up your knees so your feet were planted on the bed, trapping Yeosang's figure between your legs. Your skirt rode up, and it immediately caught Yeosang's eyes, which followed the way the flowy end pools at your hip, allowing him to peek into your red lacy underwear. "Not even when I'm like this?" you faked pouted at him. Yeosang's breathing immediately stuttered, and his face became even redder. You had been together for years already, so it was kind of embarrassing how he still blushed like a virgin seeing you in such a position.

Reacting to your taunts, Yeosang moved his hands into your underwear through the seams at the apex of your thighs. His thumbs immediately found purchase to your clit as they began gently massaging it while the other poked into your opening just a bit lower. Your eyes closed at the sensation but your mind was only completely disabled when Yeosang started sucking marks into the soft skin of your stomach. With each movement of his hand, you felt yourself getting wetter and the more Yeosang worked on you, the more pliant you became, moving your hips along with his movements.

"Honey, you always look breathtaking to me, but when you have my baby inside you?" you yelped when he suddenly took your skin between his teeth, "It was a miracle that we were able to get out of bed every morning," he smirked. "F-fuck, I know what you mean," you moaned when Yeosang pressed harder into your clit. "Do you know what I missed most about your pregnancy?" Yeosang asked as he slowly crawled up your body. You couldn't even answer him verbally as you were so clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to shake your head. "I miss how extremely horny you are, you get so wet and it just drives me crazy," Yeosang moaned as the thumb that was at your entrance turned into two fingers slipping inside. "F-fuck!" you gasped when he started pumping into you sloppily, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips which made your underwear stick to you. "Not to mention you were always trying to jump my bones, and who was I to deny the mother of my child?" Yeosang chuckled as he pulled himself away from you, causing you to whine and whimper, "It's amazing how much I would give you after you gave me Yeonhee. Now imagine how even worse I'll be when you give me another baby."

Without wasting time, Yeosang immediately pulled himself out of his jeans. You took a peek and you realized how hard he had been while teasing you. The tip of his cock was red and leaking pre-cum, and the slight breeze from the AC caused it to twitch as if uncomfortable waiting any longer. You were about to take your clothes off when Yeosang stopped you, "No time, baby, I need to impregnate you right now." Then all of a sudden he pushed your thighs to your chest and aligned his tip right at your entrance. "Are you ready?" for a moment his cockiness slipped and the usual caring Yeosang came back, wanting to be sure that you were okay before he could proceed. You smiled and nodded before you took hold of your thighs, opening yourself for him, "Yeah, I am."

In a split second, Yeosang's eyes darkened, and he thrust himself inside you in one swift move. The fullness made your eyes roll and your back arch, but you didn't even get to enjoy the feeling because Yeosang was already shallowly thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first but he was making sure that his hips slapped your bottom every single time.

"Fuck! I'll never get tired of this pussy," he groaned, licking his bottom lip while smacking you once in the ass. You yelped on impact, but rather than feeling pain, you simply clenched, forcing more arousal to leak out of you. "You better not, since we'll be having even more sex during this pregnancy," you huffed. Yeosang's cock practically twitched inside you at the mention or maybe even affirmation that after this you will definitely get pregnant. "Fuck, can't just say something like that so casually to me, baby," suddenly he pulled your hips up and slid a pillow under, giving you a new angle, "I might not hold back," he smirked before dropping down to rest his elbows on the sides of your head. The new position locked you in place what with having the back of your thighs on Yeosang's chest and your knees now resting over his shoulders. "Do you not want me to hold back?" Yeosang asked as he thrust in again. This time, you felt him so deeply thanks to your elevated hips. You moaned loudly at the feeling, and Yeosang took it as a sign to move again.

Setting a new pace, Yeosang thrusted into you with power and precision. You could feel the veins of his cock scratching against your gummy walls, sending shivers up your spine which caused you to tangle your hands into his hair. "Fuck, Yeosang!" you whined, a bit louder than you wanted to which worried you because your daughter was sleeping in the room just down the hall and there you were screaming like a whore. "Shh, shh, baby, you don't wanna wake Yeonhee up, do you?" Yeosang smirked, teasing the absolute hell out of you because he knew exactly how loud you could be. You couldn't even answer him clearly, so in an effort to minimize the chances of your baby waking up, you smashed your lips with Yeosang. The position and Yeosang's mouth on you took away your breath, literally. You were starting to get lightheaded in the best way. It felt as if you were in a different space that only had you and Yeosang in it. Everything, including all your senses, was filled with Yeosang, and it was electrifying. There was a battle for dominance in the kiss, which was futile because you knew very well that Yeosang was pulling all the shots as the person in the more advantageous position. It was the thought that counted and Yesoang played along, as if he wasn't putting you in your place.

The more Yeosang thrust, the more you could feel him inside you, to the point that you felt like his tip was kissing your cervix, opening you up more to prepare you for what's to come.

You pulled away from the kiss slightly and whimpered, "F-fuck, Yeosang, I'm so close!" "Yeah? That's good baby, cum first, you need to cum first so can you touch yourself for me?"

With slight struggle, you managed your hand down to rub at your clit sloppily. "That's it mommy, show daddy how bad you want to get knocked up," Yeosang grunted shakily, clearly incredibly turned on, "You can't wait to get filled up by your husband, do you? I'm sorry honey, I should be doing better as a husband and fill you up with my cum every night," "Y-yes, fuck!" You gasped, "I should always be f-filled with your c-cum," you whimpered, edging yourself closer and closer to the end. "Okay baby, okay, you better cum soon then so I can fill up your little cunt," Yeosang smirked, pushing his body off of you slightly so he could watch the way he was fucking you just right while you chase after your high. To aid you, Yeosang slipped his right hand under your shirt and into your bra, groping at your tits harshly, tweaking at your perky nipple. "Come on baby, cum for me, cum for me quick," he breathed, starting to feel his own climax coming. The pleasure from his hand on your chest shot straight to your pussy and your body convulsed; your jaw slacked, your legs tensed to the point of almost cramping, your toes curled, and your back arched high. Yeosang only slowed his movements down, allowing you to come back down from your high without losing his momentum.

"T-that was..." You drawled as your senses returned. Your legs felt like jelly and they slid off Yeosang's shoulders due to the lack of strength. "I know, I saw you climax," Yeosang smirked before he positioned your legs again, this time simply spreading them open as he picked up his pace. "But now is my turn."

Overstimulation started building inside you the more Yeosang chased his high. He was so close and your slick was aiding in him reaching deep into your womb. You felt yourself opening up to him and you almost screamed so you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Seeing all of this, Yeosang smirked as he panted, "Hold on, okay, baby? Just a bit longer and you'll be stuffed. Just a bit longer and you'll get my cum," he grinned. You used your free hand to grip his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as if telling him that it was too much, that you were overstimulated to the point that it started hurting. "No, no, no, you can take it, even your body knew you can," he saw how your hips were still meeting his own despite your brain telling you that you had enough and it was making his mouth water.

"P-please," you managed to whine despite your mouth being covered. Yeosang's movements became more erratic, and his breath became uneven, telltale signs that he was on the verge of coming undone, and you saw how his body was starting to twitch. Seeing him like that stirred something in you, and your hand suddenly moved on its own, from his shoulder to the back of his head. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you tugged it back once. It was as if that one simple action was a lever because the moment Yeosang threw his head back, his hip completely stilled, his cock twitched inside you, and the dam was released. Ropes of white painted your pulsing walls and your eyes, and his rolled back from ecstasy.

Yeosang's body slumped forward on top of yours, strength left him completely at that moment but his hips still twitched as your walls that rubbed on his cock overstimulated him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"You did so well, baby," he hummed, pecking you gently on your lips, making you giggle. "That's so vanilla of you to say after you fold me in half and hammer into me like a possessed jackhammer," you teased and he blushed, embarrassed with the way you phrased things, so he buried his face into your shoulder.

It took you about fifteen minutes to regain all your senses back and the first thing you thought of doing was to clean yourself a little. Just as you tried to push Yeosang off of you, Yeosang grunted and pushed his body up slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I need to clean myself, Yeosangie," you smiled and tried moving again, but were stopped when Yeosang pushed you back into the bed whilst simultaneously sitting up on his knees, which took you by surprise. "You think we're done?" he smiled angelically, but when he suddenly peeled his shirt off, you sensed that he was far from done. "We're just getting started, baby. I mean, I think I mentioned something about fucking all night long until we're sure you're pregnant."

A gasp escaped you when you felt Yeosang slowly dragging himself out before pushing himself back in as equally slow.

"You better get comfortable in this position, baby, since this position might increase the chance of getting pregnant."

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lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all

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two player game

pairing: gamer boy! yunho x gf! reader

genre: smut with zero plot

summary: you find something worthwhile to occupy your attention while your boyfriend is wrapped up in his current save file.

w.c: 1.7k

warnings: nasty dom! yuyu (bro gets a bit whiny), tiny bit bratty mostly good girl! reader, pet names + name calling, praise + degradation, SIZE KINK 🗣️🗣️🗣️, monster cock yunho agenda, implied throat/hole training, manhandling, edging, cockwarming w throat, messy oral + deep-throating, finger sucking, a (rough) quick fuck bc yunho cums in 0.5 seconds, breeding + bulge kink, creampie <3

a/n: as a certified yunwhore i simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about gamer boy yuyu ~~ honestly i have no excuse for this tbh i just need him so baddddd and this is what i have to do to keep the voices at bay 😔✊🏼 anygays, enjoy lovelies! and if you liked, please consider sharing your thots with me :3 <3

“You said you would stop playing after you finished that level, Yun, come on,” you whined to your boyfriend, who was currently balls deep in the newest video game he just bought. It should’ve been you he was balls deep in, yet here you were, third wheeling to an inanimate object. 

Yunho ducked and weaved around your waving hands that were currently trying to block his view from the flatscreen tv he was locked in on, sitting up from the slouched position he had on the sofa you both were lounging on. 

“Ugh,” you huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Whatever.” 

He turned his head for a moment to look at you apologetically, reminiscent of a golden retriever that just got scolded. “I’m sorry, baby, I swear, I’ll get off soon. I’m just…at a really good part right now.” 

“You said that twenty minutes agoooo.” You leaned against Yunho, your cheek squishing into his large shoulder, pawing at his nearest thigh. “Why can’t you play with me, instead of your stupid game?” 

“Oh, I see.” Yunho raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision. “Someone’s in heat, huh?” 

You let out a whimper, kneading at his upper thigh. “I want you, Yun…Please, pay attention to me~” 

Yunho simply spread his thighs apart, your gaze shifting from his mischievous eyes to his poorly concealed cock still trapped inside his black sweatpants. He grunted, reaching down to adjust it, moving his thick length over so that it laid comfortably across the thigh closest to you. “You can have me, princess. I’m right here.” 

Just as you were about to pounce on him, Yunho grasped the bottom of your face in between his slender fingers. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.” Chuckling at the sight of your squished cheeks and confused face, he leaned in, whispering, “Go ahead and cockwarm me, baby, with that pretty little mouth of yours. You can do that for me while I finish this part, mm?” 

The sick bastard was toying with you. Well, two could play at that game. Licking your lips, you got down onto your knees in front of Yunho, fitting yourself in between his open thighs. Without saying a word, you began to run your fingers along his soft length over the material of his pants, tracing the outline of it, feeling it harden underneath your fingertips, making sure to rub your thumb over his pronounced tip, knowing it was sensitive. 

As if on cue, a small whimper escaped Yunho’s straining throat, his eyebrows screwing together as if to concentrate harder, refusing to look down at you. 

Filled with determination to interrupt his gaming, you tugged the waistline of his sweatpants down, your thighs squeezing together from the way his dripping cock smacked heavily up into his lower abdomen. You wrapped your hand around it, humming at how warm it felt within your grasp, lowering yourself down to slowly drag your tongue from the base up to the tip, licking around the tip until it shined. Lightly sucking it into your mouth, you palmed his balls one at a time, squeezing them suddenly, earning another whimper from your boyfriend. 

“You’re playing dirty, princess,” Yunho grunted, pressing his back into the couch, glancing down at you just in time to watch a good majority of his pulsing cock disappear down your throat. “Fuck, what a good slut…” He stroked the top of your head like he would with a cat, nodding approvingly. “I trained your throat well, haven’t I? Now, stay just like that while I play, okay?” 

Your cheeks grew warm from hearing your boyfriend’s polarizing praise, unable to keep yourself from letting his thick length push even deeper down into your throat, breathing shallowly through your nose, your lips already stinging at the corners. “Mmmrfff….” You stayed still for as long as you could with his oversized cock pressing against your tongue and throat, beads of saliva dripping past your mouth and down along his slick skin, using your hand to lube up what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth in the meantime. 

Yunho shuddered from underneath your touch, his half-closed eyes shifting downwards to burn the image of his tiny girlfriend, who was currently being swallowed by one of his many hoodies, trying her absolute best to fit his big cock inside her mouth. Your stark size differences always made him throb, made him want to take advantage of them in every way he could. “Look at you, taking all of me like that, baby…Take some more, okay?” he exhaled, sliding his slender fingers into your hair and bucking his hips up, fucking himself into your tight, warm throat. 

“Mmnn…!” you moaned back, squeezing your hands into his large thighs, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath your fingertips. You were so wet already, you had no choice but to squeeze your bare thighs together as a poor attempt to keep from soaking the carpet underneath you. Being enveloped in your boyfriend’s warm cologne and clothes while he ruthlessly shoved his cock down your throat was simply too much for a sensitive girl like you to handle without creaming yourself. 

“So tight, princess, just like your wet little cunt, huh?” he groaned out, opting to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and continue shoving himself into your throat, rolling his hips up in a quick, sloppy fashion, with clear desperation, and a need to give his pretty cum dump a load to gulp down. He audibly hummed at the choked moans and gasps you were letting out, pulling out just to roughly slap his cock down onto your lolled out tongue, grunting and groaning as he shot thick spurts of cum down your throat. He tried to control his panting, wanting to hear your answer to his next question. “You sounded so hot, choking and moaning on my cock like that. You soaked your panties just from getting throat-fucked, didnt you, baby?” 

“Uh-huhhh,” you purred, your voice a bit gravelly from the abuse your throat took, swallowing down most of his load, only sticking your tongue back out when he reached down to push two fingers over it and into the back of your throat. 

Yunho watched with awe as you didn’t seem to gag, humming at the feeling of you sucking the rest of his pre-cum and other mixed fluids from his slender digits. “That’s my good girl…so well trained now…fuck.” 

You moaned onto his fingers that continued to lazily slide over your tongue and occasionally down into your throat, slowly pulling away to purr, “My cunt’s trained too, Yuyu. Don’t you wanna fill up my other hole, see how well I can handle your cock now?”  

Not caring that he had been missing out on the important lore that was playing out in the current cutscene the entire time, Yunho tossed his controller out of the way and lifted you up from the floor, taking a second to push your soaked panties out of the way before he sat you down onto his cock. He let out a small growl, watching your cunt swallow the thick tip of his cock and slowly take the rest of him inch by inch. “God, you’re still so fucking tight, princess…” Yunho pressed his lips onto your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, the borrowed hoodie you wore bunching up near your tummy. “Mm, but you can’t help having such a tiny pussy, can you? So small and cute…perfect for my big cock to fuck full…” 

“Perfect for you, Yun, just for you–nnngh…!” you gasped sharply, just as your boyfriend began ramming himself up into you, his hands tightening the grip they had around your soft waist, using you like you were his own perfectly crafted cocksleeve. “So big, so biggg, fuck–”

“And you’ll fit it all inside your perfect cunt, just like you always do, won’t you, baby? Yeah, just like that,” he groaned out, lowering one hand down to your tummy to rub circles over it, feeling his own cock as it slammed into your cunt each and every time. It never failed to make him feel so dizzy, knowing you were this small, yet you could always take his cock like a champ. “That’s my girl, look at you go, baby, letting me breed you like this…so good for me…”��

“So good, so good for you, Yuyu…” You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into them through his hoodie, unable to keep yourself from moving your hips down whenever he fucked up into you, growing more and more desperate now that you were on the edge of ecstasy. “Gonna cum…oh my god, breed me, please…!” 

“Gonna fuck you so full of my load, princess…” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, his deep groans gradually turning into a staccato of whiny, higher-pitched moans, still able to forcefully drive you down onto his cock, but his thrusts growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. All Yunho had to do was lift his head back up to look at your pretty fucked out face and how effortlessly tiny you looked wearing his hoodie to reach his limit, immediately pumping his hot load into you as soon as it began spurting out of his aching cock. “You feel that, baby? All the cum I’m fucking into you…?” 

“Mmhmm…!” It felt so good, you started to cry. “I love it, Yuyu…” 

Just as his cockhead roughly kissed your cervix for the last time, Yunho felt your cunt lock around him like a vice, something warm and wet coating his cock and lap. “Fuck, you just came all over my cock, didn’t you?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in small circles. “Always making such a mess, aren’t you, babygirl?” 

“It’s all your fault, Yun,” you whined softly into Yunho’s shoulder, hugging onto him for dear life, your vision fading in and out. If you had came any harder, you would’ve passed out, though it was always like this whenever you were around your irresistible boyfriend. 

“Mm, why don’t you remind me of who it was that interrupted my gaming session?” He sent a playful smile your way, booping your nose when you pouted. “Oh baby, next time, just ask me if we can switch to a two player game~” 

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eager to please ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ csn (m)

summary: san’s tired from rehearsals, tired from the concert, but he’s never tired to please his pretty angel.

a/n: oh we getting freaky in here. also i think this was the first ever thing i’ve written after stanning ateez lol so my writing here might be a bit lacklustre as it’s from 2024 :”) also if you’re a minor please dont interact with my work, thanks.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: MINORS FUCK OFF!!!! soft dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, lots of praise, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), a bit of feet but it’s not sexual? reader is just showing off her pedi, san is just so sweet and so soft :(((

Exhausted was an understatement to how the boys felt, especially after a long show they’ve done for the night. They loved their fans, but with the back-to-back shows lately, it was wearing them a little thin even if they don’t always show it.

It wasn’t difficult to feel a tad bit left out, too, subjected to the tireless assignments given to you by your professors and having no chance to visit and support your boyfriend tonight at their show, given that it was one of the last few ones.

But you vowed to finish it before this tour ends — you could never pass up seeing San killing the stage like you’ve seen in videos and on television, anyway.

“Okay, we decided by lots that I’ll shower first.” Wooyoung grins and the rest of them only roll their eyes in feigned annoyance, retiring to their rooms one by one while some stayed outside to get late night snacks.

Don’t take too long! One of the members shout back and Wooyoung only replies with a cheeky Okay! Though, San’s main mission was just to see you, opening the door to you still focused on your essay late into the night. 

With papers strewn around you, your glasses almost slipping off your face and your eyelids struggling to stay open, San thinks you look the most beautiful.

Stressed, yes, but also in the rawest state he can find you in; defying all the mean comments that jealous fans may have directed to you, defying all the articles the paparazzi accounts can’t resist writing about you. 

“Baby? How’s the essay?” San asks, but there’s no reply as he shuts the door and gently lays down his duffel bag, noticing how he can faintly hear the music, his music playing from your headphones and he laughs softly to himself. He manages to catch your attention soon enough when the bed dips from his weight, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, hello?” He laughs to himself again when you squint at the tab you’ve got open on your laptop before jumping at the mysterious man sitting in front of you, swallowing your scream once you realise it’s your boyfriend. “You’ve really got to stop looking so closely a—”

“San!” You scream a little too loud for 2 AM, but he doesn’t care when you drop everything you’re doing to leap forward into his waiting arms, smile wide at having finally seen your boyfriend after this harrowing night. For the moment, your work can wait, forgotten from your mind as you pull away, rejuvenated.

“Oof— someone’s excited to see me.”

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Your lover only hums in thought.

“Maybe because I’ve been sweating for the past three hours?”

You stifle a laugh, “Well. Okay, you’re not wrong there. But you feel pretty clean now probably due to the ride back, so I’m not really complaining.”

San’s expression softens just a little at that, knowing how particular you were with cleanliness and yet—

“Plus, it’s been an annoying night...” All he can do in the midst of his admiration is a small pout at your struggles, letting you rant to him about outdated sources, the taxing word limit, the funny TikToks you got distracted by.

And hell, you were glad San was the last of the lots pulled to shower because one thing leads to the next and before you know it, you’re letting his eyes rake over your from the foot of the bed while you show him the pedicure you offered up your feet for.

“She’s pretty good, huh?” You wiggle your free foot as you glance at the little designs your friend did for you on the other — preparing to open her nail salon — but San doesn’t really pay much attention to your words nor the cute colours of the pedicure.

“Yeah... I guess she is...” He trails off, fingers set on sending thrills up your body instead as they travel up your calves and to your knees.

With as much mettle you can muster, you just pass it off as San needing contact with your skin (the clingy mornings are enough for you to know) and try to ignore the sparks that he leaves.

But for San, that’s as far as his hands can go, so he releases your legs and opts instead to hover over you while you’re still gushing about the pedicure.

“—And I insisted that she take 90 but nooo, she wanted to give me a friend’s discount and—” You’re cut off when you find that your boyfriend’s face is inches from yours and he gives you that sweet, sweet smile that you always love, but they sometimes hold hidden agendas.

Like tonight.

“Your voice is just so damn pretty.” He compliments and you’re taken aback by the random praise, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make your face heat up.

You smack his shoulder in retaliation but all he does is nuzzle his face into your neck, into the skin there while he distracts you with feather-like kisses, wandering hands up your thighs.

“Can I maybe hear you in a different way?” San speaks in a softer, lower tone, feeling the vibrations of your throat as you chuckle. You pull gently on his black hair to make him face you. “Will you let me do that, baby? Let me hear you?”

You gulp inwardly, ignoring the pool of arousal that forms in your panties, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your shorts.

The laugh you let out is a little contained, now, mouth just chasing his lips bit by bit, but he doesn’t give you what you want until you’re answering him. You nod.

“I need a vocal yes, sweetheart.”

“Yes—” You answer immediately with mini voice crack and you cough, “yes.”

“That’s my girl,” San smiles at your eagerness, indulging you with a gentle kiss to your lips that he has no control over either. His body just reacts to you so readily, deepening the kiss while he pulls back to the kneeling position he was in.

Only that now, he’s hooking his forearms around your thighs and pulls. You break the kiss with a yelp and he giggles at your surprise.

But you’ve always known him to be strong, muscles on show with the tank top he’s got on. And fuck, it’s quite a sight: San on his knees and breath fanning across your mouth, yours quick and irregular.

He doesn’t miss any time to trail kisses down your jaw, to your clavicle, hands pushing up your (his) hoodie to continue his route down to your chest, torso, tethering so close to where you just need him to touch.

“Up.” He says softly and you obey easily, lifting your hips up so he can help you remove your pants and underwear and he almost cums in his pants from how obediently you listen, trailing a hand up to your cheek to cradle it.

There’s a skip in his heart at how you lean into his touch, shaky breaths felt by his hand as he lowers himself. But his dick twitches when he comes face to face with your dripping hole.

“Were you waiting long, hm?” San asks, using his other hand to rub your inner thighs. He can already see how wet you are, juices glistening under the dim lighting you liked to study under.

“A little...”

He coos, leaving a line of pecks along your leg. “I’m sorry, baby, we went out to eat after the concert.”

You smile back softly, “that’s okay, Sannie—” Your eyes squeeze shut when you feel his breath over your throbbing clit, “I’m just glad you’re back— s-shit...”

“I’m so fucking glad I’m back too,” He gives one last soft kiss to your cunt, “and glad to be buried in my girl’s pussy again.”

All coherent thoughts are banished from your mind the moment he latches his mouth onto your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue all over your sensitive bud.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in, knowing the rest of the members were just a door away but San wasn’t having any of that, gently pushing away your palm.

“Normally I’d be,” he slurps up your arousal and speaks in between, speech muffled, “embarrassed. But, I’ve gone past that tonight. Want them to hear you.”

And goes right back to his meal, going back to securing his exposed arms around your thighs to trap you. Despite being swamped with your assignment and fatigue, you somehow can feel your skin lighting on fire and the relentless drag of your boyfriend’s tongue along your cunt. Everything’s so vivid, clear as day while you clench the sheets beneath you with white knuckles.

“San— fuck...” You make the mistake of looking down, because all you’re met with are his hypnotising eyes, looking up at you through hooded lids that match the ones on stage.

Except, these are solely reserved for you. There’s a non-stop onslaught of lewd noises that fill your bedroom as he eats you out like a starved man and he never breaks eye contact once, only tugging you closer into his mouth. “It’s too much— S-San... go slower—!”

All he replies with is a low guttural hum like he’s saying no, pressing further into your centre as an answer and you already know you’re in for a long night when he breathes in your scent heavily and his fingers dig into your flesh like honey.

They wander and curve and wrap around your torso so nicely, fingertips marking his canvas with red prints while they feel up your body and only leave goosebumps in their wake.

You’re terribly fixated on everything that goes on, still a little conscious about the seven other men that your hand naturally goes up to cover your mouth on a particularly harsh suck. But San reaches up to pull it away again, stopping momentarily to kiss the back of your palm.

“Let me hear how good I make you feel, princess.” He says against your skin, twining his fingers with yours and you know the game he’s playing soon enough. You shiver. “If not for them, for me.”

San doesn’t miss a beat with that murmured statement — saying all that and still keeping your sensitive thighs down. Though the real deal’s through knowing how turned on he can get just by hearing your sounds, your mewls, any indication that he’s making you feel like you’re in fucking heaven.

And he’s adamant on hearing your lips cry out his name.

At this point, you can only hope every other member has some sort of headphones on, because San immediately lays his tongue flat along your pussy, licking a long, slow stripe up and you throw your head back in a wanton moan. 

All you can feel is his smile against your cunt.

“Attagirl.”

You preen at the praise, using your own other hand to pull at his locks and push him deeper into you, lightheaded from the already approaching orgasm.

You hold on for him (well, you try), squeezing your connected hands, but your body collapses, choosing to arch against the sheets with your head knocking ever so slightly onto your laptop.

“S—San, San, oh my God.” You have no choice but to squirm in his strong hold, lips chanting his name and profanities that you don’t even know right from left anymore; your legs naturally wrap around his shoulders. “Right there— G-God!”

“You close? You’re gonna cum all over my tongue, baby?” He groans into your sopping pussy, continuing his merciless ministrations as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach and nodding even though San can’t see you. He doesn’t mind; your sounds and your clenching hole is enough.

Muffled, desperate, deep. “Mhm, yeah? That right?”

“Y—Yeah, Sannie,” you choke out a moan, hand making home in his perfect head of black hair while you pull and tug and yearn for friction with the utmost neediness that San pushes his face further into your cunt, whining at your sensitivity. “I’m g’nna cum— fuck, fuuuck—”

By now, you’re sure your juices have soaked the sheets below you just from how messy his tongue is on your clit, the obscene noises reverberating off the four walls of his room.

It’s the thrill, it’s the fast beating of your heart that pounds in your ears, it’s the dangerous conversation happening just outside that involves that risk of getting caught.

“San—” Your voice descends and spirals into incoherent words, hips starting to buck into his mouth before he swears softly into your skin and you’re spilling on his tongue. “Yes yes yes — I’m cumming—!”

That only prompts more trembles of your thighs, gasping out his name repeatedly until it’s the only word left on your tongue. The sloppiness of your pussy is reflected with the loud, slurping noises that are the only thing on your lover’s mind as he cleans you up with his mouth.

"Pussy’s leaking so much, hm?” San hums at your taste, drunk off your cum before releasing his tight hold on your thighs, settling instead for slow kisses along your heaving stomach. With renewed softness, he gives you three squeezes that contain a confession before releasing reluctantly.

“That’s it... Good girl, give it all t’me,” San mumbles, using a thumb to trace along your pretty folds and marvels just how much you came, strings of cum sticking to his fingers.

“I hope that was a good enough reward for how hard my baby’s been working.”

You laugh softly as you prop yourself up on shaky elbows, hand playing gently with his hair. There’s still small tremors in your legs, calming down from the high soon enough with how much adoration San addresses you with. “I wouldn’t use ‘hard’, probably more like... ‘When she wants to’.”

The other shrugs, recovering from his position slowly to kneel over you that you naturally close your legs, “completed work is still work done.”

“I guess so.” You mumble, a little surprised when he tilts your head up and you’re met with his signature, dimpled-filled smile.

“I know so, princess.” Leaning down, he rivals his crazed state just a minute ago by giving you a slow, tender kiss, pouring all of his love into it that you believe him.

And it’s like you float to cloud nine, easily going onto your knees so you can reach his height. Deepening the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you flush against his body — two hearts beating as one.

Oxygen becomes scarce soon enough and San has all the love in the world to give you when you look into his eyes.

“And I know, too, that I love you very much.”

by. janus, from me to you ♡

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i don’t uh…. como se dice….. give un Fuk

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Cold Air- S.MG.

Pairing: Gamer bf Mingi x Needy gf reader

Summary: You’re ovulating and crave your boyfriend so bad. You want Mingi to come to bed and when he refuses, you decide to be petty to get him to.

Word count: 1,563

Warnings: MDNI 18+ established relationship, cursing, finger fucking, cock warming, unprotected sex, slow sex, reader drives Mingi crazy

“I’m gonna snipe him from up here watch my-FUCK” Mingi shouted throwing his hands in the air in anger at his game he was playing with his friends. His character was killed instantly by someone else. You huffed while sitting in the kitchen drinking your tea. It’s not that you don’t like your boyfriend gaming you don’t care, but when you’re needy and want to spend time with him before bed, five minutes becomes two hours. 

You decide to text him

“Baby, it’s been two hours. I want to go to lay down with you.”

You hear a ping from the gaming room and a huff coming from him. Putting his headphones around his neck briefly while running his fingers through his hair typing

“I know, I’m sorry a new map in this game just dropped and my friends and I are really into it. I’m not tired”

After sending the text message he quickly put his phone down putting the headphones back on when he heard his friends yelling as the game reloaded. 

You grew annoyed reading that message putting your arm on the counter resting your face in your hand. This week was your ovulation week and the only thing you want is your boyfriend to touch you, like any other woman ovulating. Crossing your legs together trying so hard to ignore the feeling.

You finished your tea as an idea struck in your head suddenly causing you to get up to put your cup in the sink for tomorrow’s worries and go to the thermostat in the hallway. 

“Fine, be that way. Let’s see how you feel in a few minutes.” You mumble to yourself turning the temperature down low going into your shared room and flopping down on your bed curling up with the blanket letting sleep consume you before you knew it.

Moments later as Mingi was still on his computer starting to wind down after another half hour of gaming with his friends it was just him and Yunho talking when all of a sudden his hands felt strangely numb and cold as he shivered “What the hell was that?” Yunho asked over the mic “I-don’t know, the room became cold suddenly” Mingi replied rubbing his hands together like he was outside in the snow, but it was a hot summer night. 

“Well, imma hop off. Enjoy your icebox apartment.” Yunho joked ending the call as Mingi stood up to stretch feeling the cold air wrap around him even more causing him to fold his arms over his chest shuffling to the hallway where the thermostat is “what the fuck?” He whispered to himself squinting to see the temperature then he turned it up to a more reasonable number before going into your shared bedroom where you were sleeping, somehow taking up the entire bed. He quickly brushed his teeth, then taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the room leaving him in his sweats making his way over to you “Baby, can you scooch over you’re taking up the whole bed how does a short girl like you do that?” nudging you while doing so you groaned in your sleep taking all of the blanket as he sat on the bed “Did you do something to the air? It’s freezing” he shivered “Maybe I did” you replied facing him awake and annoyed with your boyfriend. “That’s not fair I’m so cold baby” he whined trying to tug some of the blanket from you. “what’s not fair is you promising me that you would come to bed with me— now three hours ago and you didn’t.” You snapped popping your head up checking the time. “Why is it a big deal tonight y/n?” He questioned still trying to fight you for the blanket to let him under. 

“Do you know what week it is?” You sat up crossing your arms Mingi gave you a confused look trying to remember “it’s not our anniversary.” He said still puzzled thinking that he missed something important that only you remembered. Which he did. “Of course it’s not.” Your breath was shaky growing irritable from the frustration of your boyfriend not getting the hint. He furrowed his brows confused and concerned with your sudden irritability. 

After a few minutes of silence you finally broke “I’m ovulating Ming. I wanted you to come to bed because I need you.” You finally allowed him to come under the sheets with you. “So you decided to turn down the temperature to get me off my game?” He laughed. You inched away from him your back facing him.

“Oh come on, you’re not sleeping on the other side of the bed after you tried to turn me into a popsicle you little brat.” Looping an arm around your waist sliding you back against him as he started leaving kisses on your cheeks and arms. You didn’t budge  still annoyed “i’m sooorryyy my love” he leaned over pulling you to face him as he kissed all over your face begging for forgiveness. You’re trying to ignore him and the pooling of wetness in between your legs from him simply just kissing you.  He quickly snaked his hand down to your underwear surprising you with his cold hand.

“Sorry, I’m still cold” Mingi said playfully as he traced your folds with his large fingers then pushed into you causing you to gasp and moan “N-No fair, I’m still m-ah-mad at you.” He thrusted his fingers into you curling them inside you. “I know but you made me cold so this is what happens, You’re so warm around my fingers, I couldn’t help it” he smiled innocent but dominance in his voice. He quickened his pace with his fingers fucking you with just them earning a loud moan from you “Aren’t I giving you what you want though? You have my full undivided attention now and suddenly you don’t want it?” He taunted at you. You couldn’t even think of a response as you were seeing stars with the way he was fucking you violently with his fingers. The  sound of you being extremely wet filled the room. Mingi groaned “Listen to how wet you are baby” you came undone all over his fingers as your body convulsed while you whimpered unexpected of your boyfriend to finger fuck you like that.  

As he pulled his fingers away licking your juices you were trying to catch your breath. “We’re not done yet!” He took his pants off and motioned for you to lay on top of him you also discarded your clothes doing so. You pushed him inside of you as you both groaned. As soon as he was about to start thrusting you stopped him. “You said you were cold, so I’m going to warm you up” you kissed him slowly as he wrapped his arms around you. You stuck your tongue in his mouth earning a groan from him making him move his hips desperately for some friction. Pulling away from the kiss both your lips swollen from making out so much “I’m still mad at you” you breathed clenching around him as he moaned “Let me make it up to you” he said flipping you both over so that you’re on your back instinctively hold hands as he pushes back into you. 

“Slow.” You said as he thrusted listening to you. While doing so he kissed all over you your face, neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts and even flicking your nipples with his tongue gently taking his time with you worshiping your body with his mouth. “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby” he said softly as his hips rolled into yours earning more moans from you. “You will be.” You challenged 

All you can hear is how disgustingly wet you were because of him. The sounds making him squeeze his eyes shut as he steadied himself breathing sharply wanting to be harder and rougher like you usually like it. You can tell he’s losing his mind without saying it “let me be back on top” you said suddenly as he opened his eyes and nodded pulling out and laying back down. You straddled his waist grinding against his needy throbbing cock as he groaned “You’re tormenting me” he sighed as you rubbed him against your clit and folds sinking back down on him. Gripping your hips tightly as you started to slowly move up and slam him back into you. Causing him to throw his head back against the pillows moaning loudly trying to not explode inside of you as you continued this rhythm watching him completely lose his mind “O-Okay point proven I’m gonna—fuck please baby” he begged for you to milk him. You bounced and rolled your hips on him leaning down to kiss him tenderly as he grabbed your hips and thrusted up desperately into you “Come with me then” his pace quickened as you came undone on his dick as he followed shortly after spilling inside you. His chest rising and falling as you laid on his chest hearing his heart beating rapidly. “Are you still cold?” You asked sitting up with him still inside you as his body jerked overstimulated “Nope” he replied out of breath you hummed in response getting off of him cuddling him his breathing steadied as you both drifted off to sleep.

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"Three Minutes"

pairings : seonghwa x reader

wc : 3.7k

tags : explicit content, semi-public sex (sex in a public facility — changing room), cum on face, mirror sex, strangers to lovers, vacation au, fast burn, lifeguard!seonghwa, mutual pining, inspired by an insta post, summertime chaos, he looked too good, oops it got horny, soft but not soft, eye contact, sweat and tension, summer fling maybe?

genre : smut

a/n : yeah. blame seonghwa. this was supposed to be soft. it’s not. vacation au, fast burn, strangers to something

You’ve seen him every day since you arrived.

Always up in that impossibly tall lifeguard chair, perched like a statue carved out of heat and sun. 

His skin is golden — that kind of deep, effortless tan that only happens when you live in the sun. 

His hair’s a little too long, curling behind his ears, damp at the ends from pool water or sweat. 

And his abs?

Yeah. You’ve definitely looked.

Hard, defined, glistening under the sun — his red swim shorts hanging low on his hips, drawstring untied just enough to make you wonder if he even cares. 

He’s lean but strong, the kind of strength that comes from swimming laps and hauling wet bodies out of pools.

A whistle dangles from his neck, brushing his chest when he moves. 

His sunglasses hide most of his expression, but you know he’s watching you. 

You feel it. Every time. 

You noticed him before you even made it to your lounge chair the first day. You didn’t mean to. But then again, he didn’t give you much choice.

And you never even got his name — not really. Just “Hwa,” stitched in bold black thread across the hip of his uniform shorts.

He watches you. Every day. 

When you walk by. 

When you stretch out in your chair. 

When you slide into the pool like you don’t know what you’re doing — like you don’t know he’s got a perfect view of the way your hips move beneath the water.

You haven’t spoken. Not once.

But that was part of the game.

Until today.

You stretch out on your towel under the hot sun, your skin warm and glistening with sunscreen. Seonghwa’s chair is in your peripheral vision, like always, and you know he’s there — because you can feel him.

Watching.

Waiting.

You shift a little. Cross your legs. Sip slowly through the straw. And when you lean forward to grab your sunglasses, they accidentally slip from your fingers.

Right near the base of his stand.

You pretend not to notice at first. Just long enough to get his attention. Long enough to know he’s looking.

You wait a second. Then two.

Then you rise. Slow. Deliberate.

Barefoot, hips swaying, you walk over in your tiniest bikini — the black one, the one that makes everything look like an invitation. 

You crouch to pick them up, taking your time, pretending like you’re alone.

You crouch down to grab them.

“Those yours?” a voice rasps from above, smooth like smoke and summer heat.

You look up — and there he is. “Hwa”. 

Close enough now that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes behind those dark lenses.

He’s leaned down, one arm draped across his knee, the other lazily holding his whistle.

“Didn’t mean to distract you,” you say, voice low, sweet.

He hums like he doesn’t believe you for a second. “Sure you didn’t.”

You rise slowly. His eyes follow every inch of you.

“Is this an invitation, or do you just like bending over in front of me?”

You straighten, turning just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His sunglasses are still on, but you can feel his gaze—steady, low, not even pretending to be polite.

“You saying you didn’t like the view?” you ask, voice teasingly sweet.

He shifts in his lifeguard chair, forearms flexing as he rests them on his knees. “I didn’t say that.”

He hops down from the stand.

It’s instinct, maybe, or something deeper, but your breath catches the moment he’s level with you. 

He’s taller up close, broader — all sun-bronzed skin and a slight sheen of sweat from the heat.

His whistle drops against his chest when he steps into your space.

“You want me? Just say it,” he murmurs.

Your heart stutters. “What if I don’t want you?.”

His jaw ticks. Like he’s trying not to do something reckless.

Then, with a low, teasing smile, he says,

“Oh, come on. You’ve been watching me all week. You think I didn’t notice?”

You lean in just a little closer, voice low and sultry. “Mmm… maybe I’m just waiting to see if you’re worth it.”

Then he jerks his head toward the pool’s changing room.

“In there. Three minutes,” he says, voice tight.

He turns and walks away — back to his stand.

You’re left standing there, sunglasses dangling from your fingers, mouth dry and pulse roaring in your ears.

Three minutes.

———

You wait, and then glance at your phone — the three minutes are up. 

With a slow, deliberate pace, you head toward the changing rooms, heels clicking softly on the pavement. 

The sun’s warmth feels different now — heavy, loaded with anticipation.

Inside the cool, tiled room, you lean against the counter, arms crossed, your heart ticking faster.

You start to wonder… is he really going to come in? Or was this just a game to him?

Your breath catches when the door creaks open. You turn sharply—there he is, stepping in with that confident, unreadable look.

A slow smirk spreads across his face. “Waiting for me?”

You arch an eyebrow, teasing, “You do this with every girl who catches your eye?”

He steps closer, eyes dark and intense. “Mmm, only the ones I want to keep.”

Your pulse hammers as he closes the distance, the heat between you suddenly palpable. “Lucky me.”

He brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, voice low and teasing. “You have no idea what I’ve been planning.”

You bite your lip, eyes sparkling with challenge.

“Then maybe you should show me.”

He closes the gap, his breath warm against your skin

His hand trails slowly down your arm, fingers brushing lightly, sending shivers through you. 

His eyes lock onto yours—dark, hungry, and unapologetically intense.

“You’ve been tempting me,” he murmurs, voice husky.

“All day, you’ve been right here, but now…” He leans in, lips just grazing your earlobe, “Now you’re mine to play with.”

You shiver, a delicious mix of nerves and excitement flooding your body. Your fingers twitch, desperate to reach him, but he pulls back just enough to keep you wanting.

Instinctively, your hand finds its way to his crotch, sliding up until your palm presses firmly against the hard planes of his abs. 

The heat of his skin seeps into your fingertips, grounding you in the moment.

His breath hitches, eyes flickering down to your hands and back up, dark and hungry.

“You feeling me?” he teases, voice low and playful.

You nod, lips curving into a slow, teasing smile. “Yeah. I’m feeling you.”

His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you even closer. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’m just getting started.”

His lips find yours, soft and slow at first, teasing, exploring. 

Your hands press against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. 

The world narrows to just the two of you — heat, breath, the taste of him on your lips.

Between kisses, you pull back just enough to whisper,

“You gonna ghost me after this?”

He smirks against your mouth, voice low and mischievous. “Maybe…”

The words catch you off guard for a second, but you shake it off with a smile. You’re here now, and that’s what matters.

Leaning back in, you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands slide under your shirt, warm and sure.

“Good. Because I’m about to make sure you remember me.”

His kiss deepens, more urgent now, hands exploring, pulling you tighter.

Every brush of his lips, every stroke of his fingers sends sparks trailing down your spine.

You melt into him, losing yourself in the moment — and loving every second.

His lips roam from your mouth down to your neck, planting soft, possessive kisses that make your breath hitch. 

You arch into him, feeling the heat build, every nerve alive with anticipation.

“You look even better up close,” he murmurs against your jaw, voice thick with desire.

You respond by slipping your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more—more warmth, more contact, more of him.

He presses you back against the cool marble counter, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his body melds against yours. 

His hands roam lower, cupping your hips firmly as he slides his mouth back to yours, fierce and demanding.

He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes, voice a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me what you want.”

You don’t hesitate. “You.”

He smiles against your skin, and then says, “Good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging.”

You gasp when his fingers slip beneath your waistband, teasing the bare skin of your hip. “Hwa…” you breathe, voice trembling.

“Shh,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I wanna hear you say please.”

Your arms clutch his neck, pulling him closer. “Please.”

His grin is wicked. “That’s my girl.”

And then he dives back in — hands, lips, every touch sending waves of heat that ripple through your body.

Seonghwa’s eyes never leave yours as he carefully hooks his fingers into the side of your bikini bottom.

He pulls it aside, revealing your wet, swollen pussy. 

His eyes are dark with desire, his breath hot and uneven against your face. 

“So pretty,” he whispers, his gaze lingering on your exposed folds. 

He slides a single finger through your slickness, coating it before pushing it inside you, slow and deliberate.

You bite down on your lower lip, trying to keep from crying out.

But the sensation is too intense. A moan slips past your teeth, and he reacts immediately, one hand shooting up to cover your mouth.

His grip is firm, but not painful, silently urging you to keep the noise down as his other hand starts to move faster, his thumb circling your clit in a way that sends sparks dancing across your vision.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks.

Your own desire for him is overwhelming, your body arching into his touch, begging for more. 

"Hwa," you whimper into his palm, the sound muffled but no less desperate. His eyes flash with triumph, and he leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek. 

"That's it," he whispers, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill through your body. "Beg for it, baby. I want to hear how much you need me."

You nod frantically, the pressure building deep inside you like a coiled spring. "Please," you breathe out, the word a needy plea. "I'm begging."

“That's what I want to hear," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He starts to pump both of his fingers in and out of you, his thumb relentlessly teasing your clit. 

The sensation is so intense, you feel like you're going to shatter.

"Please," you repeat, breathless. "Oh, fuck–, please."

"Keep begging," he whispers, his voice a seductive rumble. "You're so close, baby. Let me feel you come around my fingers."

You nod, unable to form coherent words, as your body tightens around his fingers. 

The sound of your muffled moans and the slick wetness of his hand moving in and out of you fills the tense silence of the changing room.

"Come for me," he urges, his voice a dark whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. 

His finger moves faster, his thumb pressing harder, and your eyes flutter closed as you let go.

The orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you in an explosion of sensation. 

You bite down hard on his hand, muffling a scream as your body convulses with pleasure.

When the intensity subsides, you find yourself leaning heavily against the counter, panting and trembling. 

Seonghwa's eyes are still on yours, more eager than ever. 

He slowly withdraws his hand, and you can feel the wetness he's left behind.

"Now, turn around," he says, his voice still a soft command.

You obey, the cool marble against your back as you face the mirror, watching his reflection as he stands behind you. 

The sight of his strong, tanned body, the water droplets still clinging to his chest, makes your legs wobble.

Seonghwa's eyes are dark with need as he unties the strings of his swim trunks, letting them fall to the floor. 

His cock springs free, thick and erect, and your heart skips a beat. "Look at me," he says, his voice low and urgent.

You turn around, eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror, watching as he takes a step closer. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you know you're about to be consumed by it.

He places his hands on your hips, gently turning you to face the mirror.

"You're gonna watch me fuck you," he murmurs, the words sending a fresh surge of arousal through your body.

He positions his cock at your entrance, the head nudging against your swollen clit.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. 

You nod, unable to find the words to answer. He chuckles, a sound that's both sweet and sinister, and then, with one smooth, powerful thrust, he's inside you.

You gasp as he fills you completely, the sensation of his thickness stretching you out almost too much to handle. 

He pulls back almost all the way before sliding back in and staying there, each inch a delicious torture that makes you arch your back and bite your lip to keep from screaming out. 

The sound of your wetness filling the small room is the only sound louder than the pounding of your heart.

"Look at yourself," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. "Look at how much you want this."

You bite your lip, unable to hold back a moan as he stretches you open. "Oh, fuck," you murmur, your voice a hoarse whisper.

Your eyes are glued to our reflection, watching his cock disappear inside you.

"Do it," you whisper, the words a shaky command.

Seonghwa starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that builds the pressure back up inside you. 

His grip on your hips is firm, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he fucks you with a deliberate intensity that has you gasping for breath. 

"That's it," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Take it all."

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the changing room, the slick noise of his cock moving in and out of your pussy a delicious noise of need.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groans, his strokes becoming more erratic.

Your eyes never leave the mirror, watching as your body responds to his every movement. 

You can see the tightness in your abdomen, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the flush spreading across your cheeks

His hand moves down to your clit, and the sight of his fingers working you sends another jolt of pleasure through you.

"S-shit," you whine, the words escaping your mouth like a prayer. "Hwa, I'm gonna come again."

"That's right, baby," he groans, his breath hot against your neck. His fingers dance over your clit in a pattern that you've never felt before, his rhythm matching the pace of his hips as he drives into you.

"I want you to feel it."

You can't help but let out a high-pitched whine, your body moving in sync with his.

Your legs are shaking, your core tightening around him as you climb towards that sweet release. "Fuck– I’m gonna–.."

"Come for me," he murmurs, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Let me feel it."

His strokes become more deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "I wanna see you fall apart."

You nod, your voice a desperate whimper. "I'm... I'm almost there." The words barely leave your mouth before you're there, your body seizing around him as a second orgasm rips through you. 

He groans, his grip tightening as he fucks you through the waves of pleasure, pushing you past the brink of what you thought possible.

Your eyes lock with his in the mirror, and you can see the challenge in his gaze.

"I'm... I'm there," you gasp, your voice shaking. "Hwa, I-I'm there."

But he doesn't stop. If anything, he fucks you harder, faster, his fingers on your clit a blur of motion. "Again," he murmurs, his voice a command. 

"I want more." His hips smack against yours, the sound echoing in the tiled room, and you feel yourself rising towards that peak once more.

You try to protest, to tell him it's too much, but the words are lost in a moan that turns into a scream as your orgasm hits you like a wrecking ball. 

Your knees buckle, but he holds you up, never breaking his rhythm. "Don't stop," he growls, his voice thick with his own desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

As the tremors of your climax subside, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and desperate for more. "On your knees," he says, his voice hoarse and urgent. 

You do as you're told, your legs unsteady as you sink to the cold tile floor. He steps back, giving you a clear view of his cock, still rock-hard and slick with your arousal.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and you obey without hesitation. He strokes himself, watching you. "I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours when I come." 

"Please," you beg, the word a desperate chant.

Seonghwa's eyes darken as he continues to stroke himself, with increasing speed, watching you with a fiery intensity. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Keep looking at me."

"I need it, Hwa" you whine, the ache in your voice clear. 

"Beg for it," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "Beg for my cum."

You whimper, the filthy words making your heart race. "Please," you whisper, your voice shaking. "Please, I want it."

He's so close, so incredibly close, and the thought of feeling him come on your face, in your mouth, sends a shiver of excitement through you.

"I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face," he says, his voice tight with restraint.

You nod, your eyes never leaving his. The anticipation is unbearable, your body thrumming with excitement. 

You open your mouth, tongue flicking out to taste the salty cum beading at the tip of his cock.

With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, spurts of hot cum hitting your cheeks, your chin, your open mouth. 

You catch as much as you can with your tongue, eagerly lapping up the salty liquid as it pools there. 

His eyes are locked on yours, watching your every move.

"Swallow it," he whispers, his voice a dark command. You do, eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his warmth in your mouth.

He reaches down, gently wiping a stray droplet from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"Good girl," he murmurs, the praise sending a thrill through you.

You stand on shaky legs, breath still coming in shallow pulls as the heat between you simmers into something quieter — warmer.

Seonghwa's hands settle on your hips, grounding you. His eyes search yours, still dark with desire, but softened now. 

He brushes a knuckle along your cheek, smearing a bit of moisture away. “You okay?” he asks, voice low and gentle.

You nod slowly, your lips curving into a dazed smile. 

"That was..." you start to say, but the words fall apart, you couldn't find the words to describe the intensity of what you just shared.

He leans in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Incredible," Seonghwa finishes for you, his voice a gruff whisper. "But we're not done yet."

"What do you mean?" you ask, breathless.

Seonghwa's smile is wicked as he pulls out a small marker from his pocket. "In case you forget," he says, his tone teasing. 

He uncaps the marker and, with a gentle touch, scribbles his full name and number along the inside of your wrist.

The coldness of the ink contrasts with the heat of his skin, sending a thrill up your arm.

"Park Seonghwa," you whisper, the name feeling strange but somehow right on your lips. 

He looks at you, his eyes dark and intense, the connection between you palpable. "Call me," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

He leans in, capturing your mouth in one final, lingering kiss. 

His tongue traces the seam of your lips, dipping inside to tangle with yours.

When he pulls back, your eyes are hazy with desire, and your body feels like it's on fire.

With one last look, he tucks the marker back into his pocket and grabs his towel, wrapping it around his neck.

"See you around," he says, his voice a seductive promise. 

He opens the changing room door and steps out, leaving you standing there, trembling with the aftershocks of what just happened.

You watch him go, his muscular body disappearing into the bright sunlight. 

The sound of laughter and splashing from the pool outside feels like it's a million miles away as you touch your wrist, feeling the warmth of his ink on your skin.

Finally, you take a deep breath, willing yourself to move. You pull on some fresh clothes, the fabric sticking to your damp skin. 

The scent of chlorine is still in the air, a reminder of the explosive passion that just unfolded in this tiny, private space.

But as you watch him walk back to his tower, his eyes finding yours for a brief moment, you know that you can't resist the pull. 

You're in too deep now, and you don't want to be anywhere else.

With shaky hands, you grab your phone and save his number, the digits forever etched in your mind. 

As you head back to your chair, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in your chest. 

And as you lay there, the sun warming your skin and the sound of the waves crashing in the background, you can't help but wonder what happens next. 

Will you call him? Will he call you? Or will you just stay here, tangled up in the heat of it all, letting the memory of his touch and his taste linger on your skin like the chlorine from the pool?

The possibilities are endless, and you can't wait to find out.

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demon pact

pairing: sub!fem reader x softdom! Yeonsang/harddom! Wooyoung

synopsis: You found what you thought was an angel after work one day. You couldn’t help but keep him as he was defenseless and was injured. Just to find out he’s a demon needing to have sex to survive.

genre (w/tags): smut, fantasy, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink

a/n: i read a doujinshi it’s based on that. It was *chefskiss* let me know if yall want the link! *PSA im not claiming the idea or story line as mine own*

Word count: 1.8k

After a long day of work one day, you find yourself missing the last bus to get home. You have to walk home which is pretty far but you’ve done the trek before. On your way home, you take a path by the park recognize it in the morning. It was a little nerve wrecking today since it was so dark this time. You notice a figure in the corner of your eye, but you know not to engage with it. You make a stop to take in your surroundings for a moment. Suddenly a hand reaches out for your shoulder. It pulls you down, startling you. You look down to see an angelic face. He had layered, black hair and white angel wings. His soft, gentle face covered in cuts, pleading for help. His wings trying desperately to hold him up. You help him to his feet and guide him back to your place. You nurse him back to health and he manages to tell you his name.

“Yeosang”

That was about a month ago. He’s been staying with you and he’s been taking care of you. Cooking, cleaning, also being emotional support . You loved Yeosang. He loves you too. He was the BF you’ve always wanted, without the sex. It had been the only thing missing in your relationship. He wanted to protect you from the truth.

“Welcome home” Yeosang chimes out. You loved hearing that everyday you came home. Yeosang had a glass of wine waiting for you and ran a bath.

“Thank you so much.” You say while taking the glass.

“Anything for you” he kisses your hand like a prince at your mercy. You take the chance to wind down with the bath Yeosang started for you. He left you to your privacy giving you the opportunity to really relax.

After the bath, and another glass of wine, you felt loose enough to touch yourself. Since Yeosang had been here, you never really dedicated time to really relax like this. As you slip your fingers along your waistband, you imagine it was Yeosang undressing you. Him taking you into his arms, holding you tight. Just the thought was igniting you. You gently circle your clit while pinching your nipple with your other hand. A soft moan escaped your lips.

“How was your ba…” Yeosang asks while barging in your room. He locks eyes with you and sees you touching yourself. His eyes get wide with a slight gasp. You scramble to try to get a blanket over your naked body.

“I’m so ..” you start but Yeosang turned to the door, face red.

“It’s too late” he confesses. Suddenly he transforms into another man in a quick poof. This man was very rugged with blonde hair with a few strands in his face. He turned to face you and immediately licked his lips.

“Hello Master” he crouched down to your eye level on the bed. He took in every inch of your body, reaching in for a touch but you back up a bit.

“Yeonsang?” You question.

“Oh he’s gone baby but he’ll be back later. I’m Wooyoung in short.” he leans in with a cocky smile. He licks his lips again while unbuttoning his jeans. His boner becoming free. You back up even further.

“Explain” you demand. He sighs while rolling his eyes.

“Yeosang and I are both demons who share one entity. We get our energy from sex with our master hence you.”

“Oh my god Yeosang never mentioned it”

“Yeah because that fool would just jerk off to you while you were sleeping. I’m here for the real thing. You thought he was an angel huh?” Wooyoung traps you beneath him. You look into his eyes, feeling an enticed by him. His Aura was different from Yeosang. You could feel how demonic he was. Wooyoung kissed your lips, without wasting any time, using his tongue to access yours. You fall a bit but still pull away.

“Wait. Is Yeosang ok? I had a feeling he wasn’t all better but he acted like everything was fine” You start to yap. Wooyoung rolls his eyes again.

“Please he’s ok. Now take me it will bring energy to him. I promise” Wooyoung unleashes his cock. Floored by its size, your jaw drops slightly. “Nice huh?” He asked boastfully. You stay speechless. Wooyoung was very attractive. You thought this might be your chance since it had been some time since you fucked anyone plus the past experiences you had weren’t worth wild. You get closer to Wooyoung, gripping his cock with one hand. He smiled from ear to ear, an evil grin. A smile you couldn’t forget. With both hands, he pushes your head onto his cock. You start to choke a bit but get used to him. Throwing his head back, he starts to thrust forward.

“Yes take it all. You’re doing a good job” Wooyoung coaches. What’s come over you? You take him in with ease. The adrenaline rushing within you gives you the courage to go deeper. He then starts to cup your breasts. You could feel yourself getting wet and excited just by his touch. He thrusts become faster, hitting the back of your throat. Your gag reflex was nonexistent. There has to be something going on with you but you didn’t care. Wooyoung pulls out with a satisfying pop. You already wanting more.

“This feels amazing. Im starting to feel whole again.” Wooyoung takes the sheet off of you.

“Spread your legs” he demands as pulls them apart. You cave, while lying down flat, letting him in. As he positions himself at your entrance.

“It gives me energy first though” without hesitation, he pushes himself within your walls. You scream out in pleasure, causing him to moan with you. He could feel you wrap around him with every muscle. Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it but feeling you is like ecstasy for him. It filled him up with so much power that he felt it going to his head. He tightly griped your waist to leverage his thrusting. His eyes grew wider with the overwhelming feeling of power wash over him. You in return braced yourself by holding on to his arms. You could feel every vein in his cock pulsating inside you, wanting more. Your breathing becoming unstable, letting out a whimper with every thrust he plunges in you. The sounds fueling him to continue.You start to bite your lip. You bite it so hard, it starts to swell. He kisses your lips to lessen the pain.

“I’m going to cum soon.” You cry out.

“You’re doing so well. Keep going.” He selfishly encourages. You tighten around him signaling your climax but he doesn’t let up. He pulls you on top, hands holding you against him, skin to skin. Wooyoung continues to thrust up into you so you bounce to a steady rhythm. He pulls away to start kissing your neck, small nibbles here and there.

“I’m going to cum again oh god” you cried out. His mouth opened with his long tongue curling. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Just a bit more. You can do it” He turns you on to your stomach, hands pinned behind your back. He slips back in, hard thrusts this time. Wooyoung had your ass in view now, igniting him more.

“I can feel the power now. Other demons couldn’t handle this amazing pussy of yours. Make a pact with me forever. I’ll fuck you every second of the day.”

“Whoa Wooyoung please…” You began to plea. That’s all he heard.

“Yes? I’ll kill anyone for you. Just say it and it’s done. I’ll take over the world with all of this power.” He calls out. Wooyoung ,now drunk with power, holts your hips upward for a deeper plunge. You cum again but hold yourself up.

“I’m going to cum now too.” He cries out. The sudden fear of him cumming inside is now overflowing. He whimpers as he spills inside of you. It was too late. You collapse to your bed as you lay defensive-less.

“Aw that was amazing. Now round two” he demands your eyes widen. You barely have any energy left to move.

“I can’t handle it”

“Come on. You want Yeosang better now huh? What about his share?” Wooyoung explains.

You sit up, unsure if you can tough it out for Yeosang. His demoic eyes glow. Without a second thought. He dives for your pussy, licking his cum out of your it. You cover your face, hiding the pleasure but he knows what he’s doing to you. His cock becoming errct again.

“Even with my cum you taste good” he compliments. He lays you flat on your back again, lifting your legs too. He plunges into you without warning. You let out a loud moan.

“I’ll never get tired of your voice. Now beg me to fuck you like before” Wooyoung demands. He left you speechless. One hand holding your ankles in place, the other traveling to your clit. He rubs it mercilessly.

“Beg” he leaves it there. You could feel tears in your eyes welding up from overstimulation. He doesn’t stop causing you to shut your eyes tight.

“Please fuck me like before” you beg him. You see his tongue once again with his excitement. He hugs your legs snug and starts to ramming your pussy. The sudden force gives you undeniable pleasure again, giving Wooyoung exactly what he needs.

In an instant, a poof appears before you. Yeosang is now holding your legs, inside of you. He puts them down, meeting you face to face. You feel a bit relived for a moment.

“__ are you ok? Did Wooyoung…” he suddenly feels you wrapped around him. His eyes close, overwhelmed with the feeling of being inside you. Mortified for a moment, he then takes you in enjoying every inch of you. He moans lowly, adjusting himself to begin thrusting.

“Wait a sec” you try to get a handle on things. He cups your face.

“You look so beautiful and you feel so unbelievable. I can’t” Yeosang explains as begin to plunge into your walls. His eyes shut again, jaw dropped. He’s finally getting to feel you after the time you’ve spent together.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, this feels like a dream” Yeosang confessed. You had wanted him too. He can’t take it anymore. Yeosang pushes himself deeper with a slow thrust. At this point you had been overwhelmed but he was making you feel so good.

“Yeosang” you cried out. He had a weakness to your moaning too. He kept his pace, hugging you close. He traced your curves and took in your smell from your hair. He was intoxicated and wanted more. Yeosang starts to move faster, cupping your face again. You’re feeling that pressure again build up suddenly stretching around him making him cum. Yeosang groans loudly. After the release, you lock eyes with him. Him taking in your defeated body passed out. He drops to his knees letting you take the bed.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you.” He apologizes. You manage to sit up, lift his chin up.

“I’m just glad you’re ok.”

(To be continued…)

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[1:32am] hush, hush | c.jh

cw: smut mdni, dom!jongho, sub!reader, gn!reader, doggy style, fucking with the members next door, reader is loud asf, jongho lowk pent up

first jongho fic !!! inspired from an anon ask

it’s been a rather busy day.

interviews back to back, some random magazine photoshoot he did not agree to, plus recording some lines for comeback season, jongho wonders how he even managed to keep his career this straight for years now.

so when jongho invited you to come over, he didn’t even bother to wait ‘till the dorm got empty.

he was too impatient, too pent up. he could care less if he heard wooyoung’s loud ass bitching to san or mingi about a misplaced charger. all he cared about was sticking his dick inside you, which is what he currently had done.

bending you over his bed with the grace of an enraged bull, jongho pulled down your pants so hard you swore you could hear the stitching tear. even then, with how hard he was pounding into your tight hole, you couldn’t focus on anything except…

thrust. thrust. thrust.

“f-fuh— ah-! hah! jongho-!!” you wailed, mouth immediately muffled by your boyfriend’s calloused palm.

“shhhh, fuck, y/n. do you want us to get caught??” jongho hissed into the shell of your ear, warm breath tickling the already sensitive skin that had your spine trilling with delight.

from the room right next to jongho’s, wooyoung brought over hongjoong and san so they could watch a movie together, a scary one. while the ambiance of michael myers did little to hide the muffled screams of san’s terror and wooyoung’s sobs of agony, jongho was very sure that your pleasured screams could overpower theirs if y’all weren’t careful.

“a-ahh baby… you gotta be quiet, yeah?” jongho groaned over you, his bare chest pressing into your sweat-slicked back. “don’t wanna disturb hyung and the others… can you do that for me?”

despite your wrecked state, you managed to utter a single whimper of agreement through jongho’s hand. he let go of your mouth, and you quickly muffled your pretty face into the pillow to bite into, effectively covering up your screams.

“there you go. that’s more like it..” jongho sighed with pleasure, readjusting his position to grip your hips harder and drive into you deeper, cock hitting all the right spots in you, making the filthiest, squelching sounds.

and you could only scream into his pillow.

later on, you came limping out of jongho’s room in the middle of the night, pathetically dragging yourself to the fridge to grab some strawberry milk like some weirdo.

wooyoung, who came out of his room for the exact same reason, saw your hunched over form rummaging through the fridge. he took note of the oversized shirt on you, the suspicious bite marks and purple bruises blooming across your neck and collarbone, and the very viscous looking substance dripping down your inner thigh.

“uh… y/n?” wooyoung piped up quietly, “are you— uhm- .. good?”

you only turned around with a deadpanned, blissed out look in your eyes, clutching the pink carton like it was your last lifeline.

“never been better.”

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⟢ mickey barnes x f!reader ⊹ The sounds of kissing and heavy breathing broke up the silence of the dark room. The station was always a bit too cold, but in this bed, wrapped in your lover’s arms, you felt warm. Truly content. This was your favorite part of the day. The best part. i saw the movie on friday, i am weak for this strange man ! nsfw/mdni ---- warnings: subby mickey, praise kink, rough oral sex (f receiving)

The sounds of kissing and heavy breathing broke up the silence of the dark room. The station was always a bit too cold, but in this bed, wrapped in your lover’s arms, you felt warm. Truly content.

This was your favorite part of the day. The best part. Confined to such close quarters with the people you worked with, ate with, lived with, it was enough to drive anyone crazy. This little room, with this man you adored, was the only place you could let your guard down, where you could truly relax.

You pressed Mickey into the mattress, partway on top of him. One hand resting at the base of his throat, the other smoothing its way over his chest, his stomach, lower.

When you slipped your hand into his underwear and cupped his growing erection, he smiled into the kiss, humming happily.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled against your mouth, and you dived back in, lapping his tongue with yours. He moaned and held you tighter, his fingertips pressing into your back.

No matter how many times you had him, it would never be enough. He was too sweet, sweeter than any lover you’d had before, and he was entirely devoted to your happiness, your pleasure. It wasn’t lost on you how lucky you were. In fact, you were a little smug about it. But in these moments, you always made sure to give him as much attention and care as he gave you.

Like now. You wrapped your hand around his cock and ran your thumb over the head, back and forth, touching him slowly. You listened to his hitched breaths and quiet whines as his erection continued to harden and twitch. His lips moved quicker, more urgently against yours, though you didn’t pick up your pace, working the head of his cock with your fingers, your palm. His hips jerked a bit, but he didn’t try to take more than what you gave him.

With a gentle smack, you broke the kiss and asked him, “Does that feel good, baby?”

It’s too dark to see him well, but the rustle of the pillowcase and the movement of the pillow against your cheek told you he was nodding. It was such a delicious, powerful feeling, working him up like this by, honestly, doing very little.

Clumsily, Mickey brought his hands down to shove off his underwear, and you paused your ministrations to let him take off yours. When your panties get hung up on your ankles for a moment, he grumbled as he freed you, and you were so in love you had to laugh. After a second, he chuckled a bit, too.

“Always gotta mess somethin’ up, right?” he scoffed, tossing your panties somewhere off the bed.

You leaned up on your elbow, reaching out carefully with your free hand until you found his face, cupped his jaw, turned his head back toward you.

“None of that,” you said. You didn’t like it when he got all self-depreciating. “Get back over here.”

He obeyed your command, falling onto you as if pulled by gravity. His hands caressed your body as you two resumed kissing, kneading your breasts, squeezing your waist, parting your thighs. You moaned, not only because it felt good, but because his confidence always grew when you vocalized your pleasure. And just like that, his lips began to travel down your neck, your chest, your stomach. His hot, labored breath sent goosebumps over your body.

“You’re so good, Mickey,” you sighed, threading your fingers through his hair. “So, so good to me.”

He shivered and groaned against your skin. His teeth scraped lightly against your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted him most. He hadn’t said it in so many words, but you could tell that he enjoyed going down on you as much as you enjoyed him doing it. You only wished you could see his eyes right now, so gorgeous, so blue. When his tongue made the first delicate contact with your swollen, soaked clit, you could perfectly picture the way his eyelids fluttered closed, and just the mental image spiked electricity through your veins. You tilted your head back with a keening moan, gripping the sheets with the hand not tangled in his hair.

“That’s it, baby,” you panted as he settled his mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking your clit in earnest. “You always give me what I need.”

His arms were wrapped under your thighs, his hands traveling jerkily from your stomach to your breasts and back again, as if he can’t settle down. You felt his shoulders against the underside of your thighs and realized, though his mouth and tongue were working you over with confidence, he was shivering, shuddering. Desperate.

Heat poured through your stomach, your chest, and suddenly you felt restless, overcome by your desire. You tightened your fingers in his hair, and said, “I want a bit more, okay? Is that alright?”

After all the love you two have made, Mickey knew exactly what you meant by that. With a whine, he held beautifully still, his hands settling on the tops of your thighs, as you began thrusting your hips, rubbing yourself against his mouth, his tongue, his chin. You started with long, slow strokes, warming both of you up to the feeling, the movement, until you were humping his face roughly.

You were mindful each time you did this, would be horrified if you hurt him, but if he’d ever felt uncomfortable, he never told you about it. Not even when you directly asked. And though you hadn’t discovered anything he wouldn’t do for you, particularly in bed, you also knew him well enough to know that he would tell you if you crossed the line. All of that to mean… he must just like it.

You unclenched your fist on the sheet and reached down to hold his face, your palm brushing his cheek, your fingertips curling under his jaw. Again, you wished you could see his eyes right now.

“Look at me,” you told him anyway, knowing full well it made no sense.

Another broken, wobbly whine escaped his throat. You could tell he was moving around a bit on the bed, and one of his hands disappeared from your leg. Soon, the quick, wet sound of him jerking his cock joined the rustle and groan of the bed beneath your thrusting hips, and your jaw dropped open as you felt an orgasm descend upon you.

You lost your control, your rhythm, as you mashed your pussy against his face. You slammed your eyes shut and saw faint flashing lights as you came with a gasp.

When your grip on him loosened and you sank back into the bed, he kissed you, your clit, your stomach, your legs. You floated for a while, biting your lip against a wide smile. How was it always this good?

Soon, Mickey crawled up from between your legs. You were both overheated, sweating, a little breathless, and it added to the perfectly blissful feeling settling over you. He kissed you — his lips felt warm, well-worn, and you couldn’t keep from smiling then — and then laid down next to you on his stomach.

“Hey,” you said, nudging his hip, trying to turn him over. “Your turn?”

“Ah, no,” he rasped. He cleared his throat, then continued, “That train has already left the station, I’m afraid.”

You hummed thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek. Your lips brushed his ear.

“Round two?”

His arm curled around your waist. “You know it.”

And you got lost in each other once again.

( I want to live life through Nasha’s POV, she’s a badass and she has the most precious lover boy wrapped around her finger. ) ---- divider by enchanthings ⊹⠀ ﾟ ˖

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If you’re comfortable with it, could I request a free use with ateez (doesn’t matter who between hg, sh, yh, ys or mg) with 101 + 106 + 111 + 113 please ? 😚

hush, puppy!

free use + somno + cnc + pet play + daddy kink

dom bfs!yunho & yeosang x sub gf!reader

part of my 2k event.

warnings: all warnings in the prompts and…feral dom yunho, dl feral dom yeosang (he hides it well), condescending dirty talk, unprotected sex etc

disclaimer: this wasn’t as much of free use + pet play as i originally intended, but my works often do get away from me, but hopefully that’s something yall are used to by now…i hope this is good for you anyway! and at any given time (including now) i have some free use AND pet play atz coming so dont you worry abt that. anyway! here!

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You don’t know what time you fell asleep; don’t remember closing your eyes, feeling the exhaustion creep in the way it usually does.

But you obviously did fall asleep—and somewhere between then and now you’ve been moved to bed from the couch, your clothes peeled off and cast aside and your legs eased apart.

Their presence is familiar—large, strong, protective; safety and stability as it lives and breathes. Their touch—light, gentle but unmistakably possessive on your skin.

The familiarity is why you don’t panic when you wake up pressed between them even though you fell asleep alone; why you don’t feel anxious or confused even in the few seconds it takes for your brain to catch up and understand what’s happening to you and who’s doing it.

You’re in tune with them now, on an almost primal level. You’d recognise their touch, their scents, even if you were unconscious. Even after a hundred, a thousand years without it.

You know what they’re doing now; why you’ve woken up in this position and why they seem to have been trying to keep you unconscious. Yunho and Yeosang love, more than they admit even to you, to fuck you in your sleep.

Maybe it’s the power; the knowledge that they can use you at all hours and you won’t and couldn’t say no. The feeling of you, tiny and weak and helpless in their arms, taking everything they give you and never resisting. Never even knowing, if they’re careful enough.

Maybe it’s just that you look so sweet and innocent when you sleep, that they just can’t help it. Certainly nothing like the pervert they’ve made of you when you’re awake.

The kind of pervert who’d have come to them not too long ago and proposed this arrangement in the first place. Who’d have sat them down and explained, with flushed cheeks and hands shaking so hard Yunho had had to hold them in his own to keep you steady, that you wanted, from now, to be their toy. Their doll, free for the taking no matter your state.

“Careful.” Yeosang’s voice comes low, quiet; small hints of arousal hidden beneath the calm, level composure he keeps. You recognise his hands on your breasts; stroking, claiming, fingers running across your nipples with enough pressure to make your breath stutter. “Don’t wake her.”

Yunho’s hands are on your thighs; larger, thicker than Yeosang’s yet just as gentle and adoring. Just as worshiping. He hums in agreement, pulling your legs further apart almost agonisingly slowly, and you realise then that they haven’t noticed.

They don’t know you’re awake. They don’t know you’re aware. For the first time since you’d sat them down and told them you wanted to try this, you get to play the game too.

Win it, even.

You keep your eyes closed, squeezed shut even as you feel them so close to you; even as you want so desperately to open your eyes and see your big, beautiful boyfriends staring down at you like you’re all they’ve ever wanted.

But this is more fun. Yunho pushes in one finger, pulling you tenderly backwards closer to his chest. He’s naked too, you realise; firm chest bare and flushed and sticky with sweat. How long have they been doing this?

His finger goes in easily—suspiciously easily. He makes a noise of quiet surprise. “She’s soaking,” he mutters.

“Is she?” Yeosang asks. With your head buried in the crook of his neck you feel the vibrations of his voice in his throat against your skin, soothing and electrifying at once. “How soaking?”

Yunho slides another finger in just as easily. “So soaking,” he starts, “that I’m starting to think she’ll have some explaining to do when she wakes up.”

“Ah.” Yeosang presses a kiss into your hair and you feel his lips curl against your crown in a small, knowing smile.

Caught. Dread fills your stomach, mixing with your arousal and adrenaline to create a feeling you’re all too familiar with but still can’t quite describe.

Them, you’ve started calling it. It’s the closest thing to an explanation you’ve been able to come up with.

“If she’s been misbehaving,” Yeosang says, “I don’t think we need to bother stretching her out. Puppy’s obviously desperate for it.”

Yunho’s dick pulses where it’s pressed against your back; rock hard and leaking. He breathes out a quiet laugh. “What do you think?” He asks.

The tone—cooing, patronising, talking down instead of talking to—is familiar in the worst way.

That’s not how he talks to Yeosang. Which means—

There’s a hand in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it back, so quickly and violently you don’t have time to react; or to not react, with your attempt to trick them into thinking you’re still asleep in mind. You cry out, half pained and half shocked, and your eyes dart open in surprise.

Yeosang is there, inches away, looking at you like he’s just won the game. “Good morning,” he smiles. “Have a nice sleep?”

“I—”

“I’m sure she did,” Yunho says, cutting you off. “Always tires herself out doing that, don’t you?”

“Doing what?” You ask. May as well give it one more go playing innocent.

They don’t seem amused. Yeosang’s grip—you know it’s Yeosang’s now; the large hand curling around your neck and the thick fingers still stuffed inside your pussy make it the obvious conclusion—tightens in your hair, pulling your head back further and making you hiss in pain.

“Fucking yourself,” he says, voice low. “Breaking our rules. Coming on your fingers because you’re too needy to wait for our cocks.”

“That’s what you did, isn’t it?” Yunho’s voice is purring almost; hummed into your ear and making you shiver involuntarily. It’s as delicious as it is dangerous. “Admit it, puppy. Admit you couldn’t even wait a few hours for us to come back.”

You say nothing; probably couldn’t if you tried. Not when they call you that; the one word they know always sends you into subspace with the flick of a switch. All you do is whine, trying to nuzzle back into Yeosang’s hold but his grip is too strong on your hair.

“Naughty girl,” he hums. “Naughty puppy. Putting her fingers in our hole and pretending to be asleep like we wouldn’t know. Did you think you’d get away with it, pretty?”

“No,” you mumble, defeated. Yunho chuckles.

“That’s right,” he says. “Of course you won’t. You think we don’t know your body by now? Know our property enough to tell when she’s awake?”

“She’s gotten cocky,” Yeosang says. “Thinking she can trick her daddy like that.”

Oh. You know he feels the way your breath hitches at the word; the implication. They’re in one of those moods.

So are you, you realise. Then again—you usually are.

Not your fault they’re just so damn good at making you feel tiny.

Yunho’s voice comes low. “Flip her over,” he orders, pulling his fingers out of you at the same time. “On her stomach.”

Yeosang is quick to follow, situating you in position with your face pressed into the pillow. The silk is cool and soft against your skin and completely covered in drool. You flush, embarrassed; was that you? It must have been.

“Messy girl,” Yeosang coos. His hand is pressing down on the back of your neck, holding you in place; with the other he feeds three long fingers into your mouth, just deep enough to make you dizzy and pliant without outright choking you. “There we go,” he smiles. “You suck on your bit, puppy. We’ll use you nice and good.”

It takes you a moment to digest his words; with your mouth full, body immobilised and surrounded by your daddies, it’s hard to process anything beyond the sound of their voices and the heaviness of their touch. You blink, slowly, moving your head to the side just enough to meet Yeosang’s eyes.

He looks fucking ravenous.

And yet—still as gentle as ever. A balance only Yeosang, your Yeosang, can strike.

You whine around his fingers, trying to say something but he shushes you with narrowing eyes. “Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Dogs don’t talk, princess. You wanna tell us something, you can bark. Unless you need your bone?”

No, you shake your head desperately. You don’t need your bone—the thick, bone-shaped gag that’s too big for your mouth and makes you drool all down your face and chest, “like a true puppy,” as Yunho puts it. It’s uncomfortable and humiliating, and as much as you secretly love it (the closest thing to a secret you can have with two men who know you better than you do, anyway) you don’t want it now. The feeling of being gagged with a bone in your mouth always makes you so dumb so quickly that you can never feel and enjoy their cocks the way you want to.

The way you need to, tonight, when they’ve been so busy recently getting ready for their comeback. So busy that you haven’t had them like this in weeks. God, you feel like you’ve been dying.

No. No gag tonight. Next time, maybe.

“Didn’t think so,” Yeosang says. “I’m glad. You know we don’t like having to do that to you, pup.”

Lie. You both know it. But right now he could tell you just about anything and you’d nod along like a brainless little mutt.

A strong arm hooks under your waist and lifts your hips, pulling them up for better access; Yunho wastes no time, pushing himself inside you with fervent desire; the sound of your wet folds and leaking pussy squelching as he pushes in makes him groan, hips bucking against you before he quickly gets ahold of himself. “Still so tight,” he grunts. He starts to thrust, slowly, then faster. “Always tight for us, aren’t you? Even when you disobey—fuck—little pussy still knows who her daddy is. Knows who to clench around like a good little cunt.”

“That’s what we trained her for,” Yeosang says. He sounds remarkably cool, indifferent as he lies next to you; his fingers thrust lazily in and out of your mouth, in time with Yunho’s movements in your pussy. The younger’s eyes are hooded, desire evident, but he seems in no rush to act on it. Always in control, he is—not just of you but of himself.

It’s why the three of you work so well, you think; Yeosang’s composure, his self-control, tempering Yunho’s more feral side. Always there to rein him in when he gets too rough with a soft smile and a low, firm voice. Enough. Control yourself. She’s only little.

It’s probably the main reason you haven’t been completely and irreversibly destroyed in your time with them—why you so look forward to the times Yunho loses a little too much control; when he bites a little too hard, hits a little too heavy. Because Yeosang is always there to keep you in one piece.

He has to, of course. If he lets Yunho break you in the way he wants to, what would be left for Yeosang to play with?

What would be left for him to break himself?

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your flushed cheeks with the wet, sticky digits. “Open your mouth,” he hums. “Wider.”

Then he lifts himself up and onto his knees, dick hard and heavy in your face and pushing past your lips without warning. You accept it eagerly, greedily, just as you’ve been taught; let it hit the back of your throat with tears in your eyes. Crying so prettily for them, just the way they like.

“That’s it,” he smiles. “Milk your daddy nice and dry, puppy. Do your job, pretty thing, and maybe we’ll get you off too.”

He pushes deeper again, holding your head in place as you gag and splutter around his cock. “This is what you’re made for,” he grunts. “A free use little puppy for us to abuse. That’s what you like, isn’t it baby? You like being nothing but a cocksleeve for us. Just barking and crying around our cocks ‘cause it’s the only thing you know how to do.”

Tears are streaming freely now, your sobs vibrating against him as you try desperately to take him the way he expects. A particularly hard sob makes your teeth scrape ever so slightly against his skin, just enough to hurt. Most men, you think, would hate that, but Yeosang isn’t most men; the noise he makes is guttural, feral, the closest to a crack in composure you ever really see from him. His fingers tighten in your hair, unyielding, and you know what’s about to happen before it does.

The first taste of cum in your throat, coming down even before Yunho breaks, reminds you of the truth you tend to forget until moments like this.

Yeosang is controlled, yes, keeping Yunho in check when it comes to you—but it’s not for your sake.

It’s for theirs. To keep their toy, their puppy, in good condition, so that they might use you easier.

You wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Operation, Birthday Surprise: K.Y

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEOSANG!!! I'm so down bad for this man. He makes my heart swell out of my chest!!!

->Starring: Birthday!Boy!YeosangxReader ft. The rest of Ateez ->Genre: fluff/slice of life, birthday celebration, slight angst if you squint hard enough ->Cw: yeosang thinks everyone forgot his birthday 🥹 baby girl gets a little emotional!

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You had been planning Yeosang’s birthday surprise for weeks, his favorite foods, the perfect spot in the park, a clean two-tier vanilla cake topped with strawberries and gold accents. Everything had to be just right, and most importantly… he couldn’t suspect a thing.

Three days before the big day, you gathered the ATEEZ members in the dorm’s living room, a sense of excitement bubbling beneath your careful whispers.

“I want it to be big,” you said, eyes scanning your friends. “He’s always so quiet about his birthday, but I want him to feel loved, like really seen.”

Wooyoung threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Operation ‘Birthday Surprise’ is a go.”

“I’ll help with decorating the park,” San chimed in. “We’ll need balloons. And banners. And maybe a fog machine.”

“No fog machine,” Hongjoong said flatly, already typing on his phone. “I’ll handle the music.”

“I’ll help with food,” Mingi added. “Just tell me what to pick up.”

The plan was simple but bold: everyone would act like they forgot. No texts, no calls, no morning cuddles or breakfast surprises. Not even a passing “happy birthday.” It would sting, but the payoff would be worth it.

Yeosang stirred awake slowly, blinking at the ceiling.

The dorm was silent.

He reached for his phone, no messages. No missed calls. No “Happy birthday” from you, or even Wooyoung’s usual string of emojis.

Maybe they’re just busy, he reasoned, sliding out of bed and padding to the kitchen. But even there, the coffee pot was empty and cold. The apartment was still. Too still.

He paced, checked his phone again. Still nothing.

By noon, the ache in his chest had set in fully. He curled up on the couch, trying to shake it off with an old anime and a blanket, but he couldn’t stop glancing at his phone.

They forgot. Even Yn…

He swallowed hard and tried to pretend it didn’t matter.

Then, at exactly 3:01 PM, his phone buzzed.

Yn: Hey. Can you meet me at the park near our favorite café? Bring that shy smile I love.

He stared at the message, heart racing.

As Yeosang rounded the path into the park, he slowed to a stop.

There, beneath a tree draped with streamers and twinkle lights, stood a long table filled with food, drinks, and a two-tier vanilla cake topped with fresh strawberries. A golden banner fluttered above:

“Happy Birthday, Our Yeosangie!”

You stepped out from behind the tree, beaming.

Then, the rest of the members popped out behind you, cheering all at once, “SURPRISE!”

Yeosang stood frozen for a second, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief. You walked up to him slowly and slipped your hands into his.

“Happy birthday, love.”

His throat bobbed as he looked around at the effort, the smiles, the decorations, and the cake, every detail screaming you thought of him.

“I… I thought everyone forgot,” he said quietly, voice catching. “Even you.”

“We had to make it convincing,” Wooyoung said, trying not to laugh as he wiped under his eyes dramatically. “Look at him, he’s gonna cry.”

Yeosang laughed through the tears starting to gather at the corners of his eyes. “I might.”

He turned to you again, squeezing your hands tightly. “This means more than I can say. Thank you. All of you.”

Later, as the sun dipped low behind the trees, the group gathered around the cake. It was elegant and simple—white buttercream, golden piping, fresh berries, and a handwritten topper that read, “To Yeosang, With Love.”

“You ready?” you asked, handing him the knife.

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. “I think so.”

“Make a wish,” you whispered.

He glanced once at you, then closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he blew out the candles, the others cheered and clapped, off-key singing echoing around the park.

“Cut it clean!” Mingi shouted. “Don’t mess up the strawberry!”

As the group cleaned up around you, Yeosang sat beside you on a blanket, a half-eaten slice of cake in his hand.

“You really got me,” he said softly. “This morning… I felt so alone. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt to feel forgotten.”

You reached over, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “You’ll never be forgotten, Yeosang. Not by me. Not by anyone here.”

He leaned into your touch. “I knew you were thoughtful, but this… this was perfect.”

You kissed him gently, the quiet hum of the park fading around you.

“So… what did you wish for?” you asked, resting your forehead against his.

“I didn’t need to wish,” he murmured. “Everything I wanted was already right here.”

You smiled, heart full. “Happy birthday, Yeosang.”

He smiled back, eyes shining. “Best one ever.”

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summary: Wooyoung wanted you when he realized it was too late, too late when you became his best friend's girlfriend. Three years later and you're single now but Wooyoung couldn't have you because in his head, you were always someone else's.. but until one night when he let those walls collapsed around him and suddenly his want outweighed the forbiddance.

pairing: reader x non-idol! Wooyoung

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, college au, smut, friends to lovers

word count: 5,927

warnings: cussing, yelling, fighting, small mentions of blood, mentions of infidelity, making out, soft bratty dom! Wooyoung, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this lmao), fingering, hand/veins kink (don't judge me please lmao), a bit of rough sex, slight hair pulling.

song rec: Elevator and Love Comes Back by Baekhyun

The sun peeped through Wooyoung’s window in his room straight into his eyes. He let out a small groan and turned the other way, feeling himself come in contact with another body. His eyes opened and he saw the random girl he brought there after the party last night. He sighed and got up, dragging himself to the bathroom. He took his shower and after he came out to wake up the girl, he noticed she was already gone. 

He sighed and walked to his closet. That’s what everyone did when they spent the night which is why he made it a rare occasion for them to do so. Wooyoung didn’t want a relationship anytime soon but he wasn’t an asshole who kicked people out after a night of fun, he would want to ask if they would like breakfast or not. Some of them would say yes but others would disappear out of his shared apartment before he could even ask. 

He threw on a hoodie and some sweats, running his fingers through his fresh blonde hair and walked to the kitchen. He saw Jongho already eating some cereal while scrolling on his phone. 

“Your fling left already,” He said. 

“I know, dipshit” Wooyoung opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“She was pretty but she looked scared when she saw me in here” 

“I would too if the roommate of the guy I just slept with was just out here, eating and didn’t even say hello” 

Jongho chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting his bowel in the sink. Wooyoung noticed the apartment was a little too silent. 

“Where’s Hwa?” He asked and looked at Jongho.”Don’t tell me he’s..” 

 Jongho looked at him with a bit of worry in his eyes and Wooyoung already knew where Seonghwa was by that look. 

“He can’t keep doing this” Wooyoung rubbed his temples. 

“He won’t listen to anyone” 

You and Seonghwa had recently broke up about three months ago and it lead him to back to a previous ex Selugi who has now became his on and off again fuck buddy. She was a part of the reason you guys broke up to begin with but Seonghwa also just wasn’t himself when he was with her. 

He was sad, depressed, and leashed out on anyone who questioned him about her. 

“If this is his way of getting Y/N out of his head, it’s definitely not working” Wooyoung sighed. 

Wooyoung had known you before you and Seonghwa got together or even met for that matter. You both grew up in the same city and went to the same schools, you never became close but you had mutual friends all the time so it made you guys known to each other in passing. 

It wasn’t until freshman year that Wooyoung realized he had a crush on you, you both in the dance program so you ended up getting closer than he had expected and soon after he fell for you. When he was going to muster up the courage to ask you out, Seonghwa came into his dorm room and raved about this girl he made and how they had a coffee date. 

Turns out that girl was you. 

Jealousy. Anger. Envy. 

It ripped through Wooyoung’s 18 year old body like the black plague but he couldn’t do anything but be happy for his hyung. Seonghwa was emotionally sensitive and after his bad break up with Seulgi that same year, he couldn’t kill his happiness. So Wooyoung put his feelings to the back of his head, he stopped letting his heart flutter or cheeks turn a blood red around you. 

Three years laters and he still thinks you’re more beautiful than any statue in a museum. 

He wouldn’t dare try to get with you now, not while Seonghwa was like this or even when he got better. In his head, you were still Seonghwa’s…

Forbidden for him to touch. 

“Yeah, we should talk to him when he comes home,” Jongho rubbed his neck. “Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll let you know if he’s here or not” 

Wooyoung nodded and watched Jongho head out the door. He chugged down his water then saw it was close to noon so he decided to head to campus and chill around till his class at 1:30. He hoped he would find Seonghwa before the talk tonight just so he could just talk to him alone. 

Wooyoung has known Seonghwa since they started rooming together in Wooyoung's freshman year and they got close very quickly, mostly on Wooyoung part of being super clingy and kind of friendly very fast. Seonghwa grew to love him a lot, he saw him more as a younger brother every day. 

Wooyoung needed to know what was going through his head especially since he decided to let Seulgi back in his life. 

After a ten minute bus ride to campus, Wooyoung set off to the cafe. He said hello to different people he passed and flirted with passing classmates who complimented his new blonde hair. Once he was in the cafe, his eyes searched for Seonghwa and they finally landed on him at a back table with Seugli and her friends. He groaned and rolled his eyes, walking his way over. 

“Can I borrow him for a sec?” He didn’t let anyone answer as he grabbed Seonghwa’s arm and walked to the other side to get in line. 

“Woah” Seonghwa snatched his arm back and crossed them. “Why did you do that?” 

“We need to talk and I need to know what the hell you are doing back with Seulgi” Wooyoung said, grabbing a caesar salad and juice and walking over to the cashier. 

“One, it’s none of your business and two, we’re not together…” Seonghwa followed him. “We’re just chilling” 

“Spare me the bullshit” 

“Wooyoung” 

“Wow, no Youngie today” He said, handing his cash to the lady and telling her to keep the change before walking away. “You must be really out of it” 

Wooyoung found an empty booth and sat down. Seonghwa sighed and sat down in front of him. Wooyoung watched as he ran his fingers through his hair then violently tapped his finger on the table. What the fuck was going on with him? 

“I just.. I just feel so lost” 

“Hyung” Seonghwa looked up at him. “You came into the apartment three months ago, defeated and all you said was that you and Y/N had a misunderstanding and broke up.. What actually happened?” 

“You’ll hate me and call me a fucking dumbass” 

“Well… you can be in certain situations but you know I don’t judge you” 

“Woo, you might be so disappointed in me” 

“Seonghwa just say–”

“I cheated on Y/N”

Wooyoung fell silent, he had so many emotions that wrapped around his body. 

Confusion. A little anger. Disappointment. 

..Happiness??

He shook his head at the mentally. He shouldn’t be happy about this but why was he? 

“Seonghwa,” He frowned. 

“I know I know but I got drunk at a party and Y/N was away at her parents’ house. Seulgi was there and everything just happened so fast” he put his head in his hands. 

“..well you’re a dumbass” 

Seonghwa groaned at that and started hitting his head slowly on the table. Wooyoung watched him with an emotionless glance. His eyes traveled to Seulgi who had been watching the whole time and she glared at him. Wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and looked back at Seonghwa. 

“Look.. I am disappointed in you as a friend but I think what makes me more confused is to why you are back entertaining her and not crawling to get back with Y/N if you feel so dumb about it” 

“Y/N blocked me and has been avoiding me so hard that I don’t see her anywhere anymore” He sighed, looking up. “Wait! I have an idea” 

“And that is?” Wooyoung crossed his arms. 

“Could you talk to her for me?” 

“Seonghwa” 

“Please, I never really ask you for anything. I’ll cut off Seulgi tonight and you just help me win Y/N back” 

Wooyoung was a little lost because yes he wanted to see his best friend happy but he also didn’t think he deserved you still after what he did. He was also just very skeptical about himself personally, he didn’t know if it was a good idea for him to talk to you. 

“Seonghwa.. I don’t know about this” 

“Please please please, I never begged you for anything” 

Wooyoung sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not going to end well and he didn’t know if this was going to make you go back to Seonghwa or not. 

Wooyoung peeked his head in the door and saw you stretching and talking to some of the other classmates. He let out a breath and walked inside, sitting his bag near the mirror. He didn’t know why this was making him so nervous like you and him have talked before. 

He just felt a little different about it now because he was talking to you to get back with his toxic friend who had a hard time coming to terms with things before it was too late. 

He started to stretch as he watched you a little from the corner of his eye, he was trying to make sure no one was around you so he could talk to you about this a little in private. He felt a little bad for getting into your business since he knew based on you and Seonghwa’s relationship, you were a private person and people barely knew anything about you. 

As soon as he saw the others go to another side of the dance room, He slowly stood up and walked over to you. You saw him and smiled softly, it made the tips of his ears red but he was hoping you wouldn’t notice pass his bright blonde hair.

“Hey Wooyoung,” you said. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure sure, have a seat” you patted the floor. 

Wooyoung sat down in front of you and your beauty was something that always left him in a daze but he knows his purpose of sitting with you right now and even though he doesn’t really care for the way this is about to go, Seonghwa is his best friend. 

Wooyoung always had an undoubtful amount of loyalty to his friendships. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” 

“Um,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you–”

“Alright everyone up!” The teacher came in, clapping her hands. “We are cleaning up choreo for the spring show and no messing around today!”

Wooyoung sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he looked back at you and you gave him a half smile.

“Maybe we can talk after class” you suggested. 

“Y-Yeah” 

Class went by fairly quiet that day. Wooyoung was a little in his head so he wasn’t really focused on the dance. It wasn’t like he messed up or anything because he honestly could do this in his sleep. His eyes did wander to you a few times and you always caught him then shooting him that pretty smile that he thought always looked good on you.

Happiness looked good on you and he didn’t want the conversation to make you angry, especially towards him. 

He packed up his stuff and saw that you were already gone. He let out a sigh and rubbed his neck then walked out the dance room. He felt someone grab his wrist and he looked to the side, eyes widened. He relaxed once he saw you and you smiled softly. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Looking into your warm beautiful eyes, he couldn’t even find the right words to even say anything Seonghwa. So instead he..

“Did you want to grab a coffee and go over the homework in Chem?” He blushed a little. 

“That’s all” you raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. 

“Yeah, I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you” he laughed a little. 

You knew Wooyoung but didn’t know him personally. You both had mutual friends in your hometown and you would occasionally converse when you were dating Seonghwa but it was nothing more. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say it didn’t feel a little weird to hang out with your ex-boyfriend’s best friend but..

You also would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think Wooyoung was acting really cute right now. 

The Wooyoung you always saw and heard about was bratty, loud, and quick-witted. This Wooyoung was nervous, couldn’t keep eye contact with you, and was very stuttery. It made you feel like there was more he needed to tell you than he was letting on but you wouldn’t push. 

“Sure, I’m always down for coffee” 

That one study session turned into multiple happening over the next couple of weeks. You could feel yourself slowly developing a crush on Wooyoung. Once he was comfortable with you, his bratty side started to show more and boy was he a little annoying at times but you found it endearing and knew he was joking most of the time. 

Seonghwa had been asking Wooyoung about him asking you about the idea of getting back together with him but Wooyoung would give him the same answer he asked. 

“She’s just so busy I haven’t been able to ask and she leaves right after dance”

Of course he felt bad for lying to his best friend but you were more addicting than he thought you would be. He enjoyed being around you and being the reason you were smiling more. There were unspoken feelings between you but you both wanted the other to say something first.  

He looked at you as you kept going over your notes from your journalism class. You had begged Wooyoung to come over to your apartment to help with math but after he finished, you guys decided to order food and work on other homework. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you said, not looking up. 

“Are you going to the party this Friday?”

“More than likely, my friends will probably drag me out of the house if I don’t go,” you laughed a little.

“Ahh okay”

“Why do you ask?” you looked at him. 

Wooyoung gulped and tried to find the right words to say. He was finally going to talk to you about Seonghwa but it was eating him alive lying to someone he made a promise to. He just hoped you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 

“Seonghwa will be there”

“Yeah I know, he goes to every party” you raised your eyebrow. Why are you telling me this?”

“H-Have you ever thought about getting back together with him?”

That question shocked you because no you never thought about it and you didn’t expect him to be asking something like this. Your mind starts to wonder if the only reason you got close to you. 

“Wooyoung, why are you asking me this?”

“Seonghwa is just really sorry for what he did and he just wants another chance to be with you”

Something was off because Wooyoung wasn’t looking at you at all as he said that. It was like he was forcing himself to say it and you hated it. 

You moved closer to him and held his face, making him look at you. His eyes widened and you could feel his face turning warm, you smiled at the effect you had on him. 

“Do you want me to get back with him?”

“I have no say in that” 

“Do you like me Wooyoung?”

His cheeks turning super red was enough indication for you. You pressed your lips against his and he froze for a minute then slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he started to move his lips against yours. His lips felt like clouds and the way he bit your bottom lip made your head spin. You opened your mouth a little, letting him swirl his tongue around yours. You moaned at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away before the things went farther because as much as he wanted to, you weren’t just some fling or someone he called in the middle of the night when he was lonely. You were worth more than that to him. 

“So I’ll see you Friday?” You asked. 

He nodded and smiled. 

You walked into the party, following behind your friends. The air smelled of alcohol, weed, and cheap cologne mixed with perfume. The music was loud and everyone was dancing everywhere from the top of the staircase to the hallway leading to the kitchen. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” you told them. They nodded at you then went to go find people they knew, you sighed and walked to the kitchen. You saw people making drinks and talking to each other or some people just taking shots. 

“Y/N!” you heard someone say.

You looked around and saw Keeho waving at you. You smiled and walked over to him, he gave you a side hug then went back to mixing his drink. 

“What’s that?” 

He smirked and handed you the cup. You took a sip and your eyes widened at the fruity taste but you tasted no alcohol, you looked back at him and shook your head. 

“Keeho, this is crazy” 

“I know, it’s like 5 shots of vodka in there” 

You were about to hand him back the cup till he shook his head and pushed it back towards you. 

“Take it, I can make me another one” 

“Thank you!” you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked back towards the living room area. You felt someone grab your hand and you immediately knew that hand from anywhere. You rolled your eyes and looked at Seonghwa, snatching your hand away.

“What?” you yelled over the music. 

“Can we talk?”

“We have something to talk about Seonghwa”

“Please? Five minutes outside”

You hesitated but started making your way outside and you could feel him trailing behind you. You felt the cold breeze prickle against your skin as soon as you stepped out. You both walked into the corner of the porch where no one was and you leaned against the post.

“Talk” you said. 

“Y/N, I never formally apologized but I’m so sorry for fucking up what wer had and I miss you so much baby” 

You cringed at the pet name and made a face. 

“Is that all?”

“I’m asking for another chance”

“Mhm” you sipped your drink. 

“Y/N” he grabbed your hand. “I’m serious, she means nothing to me. You mean everything to me” 

You couldn’t take him seriously and your mind was floating around with thoughts of Wooyoung, you were wondering when he was going to show up.

Wooyoung. 

“Seonghwa you’re pathetic you know?” you took your hand away. 

“H-Huh”

“You apologize to me after months at this stupid party and you also ask your best friend to convince me to give you another chance”

“Y/N I-”

“I accept your apology but we are never getting back together. You already moved on after you left me for her so I know I can finally move on.. Which I have so this conversation is kind of inappropriate” 

“Move on? To who?”

“That’s not your business now is it” 

“Y/N”

“Fine since you want to know so bad, it’s Wooyoung and he’s been making me happy for the past few weeks than how you made me feel the last few months of our relationship” 

“You’re lying” he shook his head. “Wooyoung would never betray me like that”

“He owes you nothing especially if we were to get together” you crossed your arms. “It’s none of your business Seonghwa” 

You could see Seonghwa’s expression change and you took a step back as you saw his face turn a bright red. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wooyoung walk up the porch steps. He feels eyes on him and turns to see you and Seonghwa. He’s about to walk over when you hold out your hand and shake your head, he stops and looks confused. 

Seonghwa sees you move and looks up, turning and starts speed walking over to Wooyoung. Before he could move, Wooyoung felt a fist connect with his cheek and he stumbled. 

“Seonghwa what the fuck?!” He held his cheek, he felt it start to bruise under his fingers. 

“You fucking backstabber!”

Seonghwa tried to throw another punch but Wooyoung dodged it and tackled him to the ground but Seonghwa kept trying to punch him. 

“Guys stop!” You tried to come over and pull them apart. 

Seonghwa ended up pushing you away and it made you fall into one of the chairs, making the drink spill on your clothes. A few people came over to make sure you were okay but Wooyoung saw red after that and started fighting Seonghwa back. People inside started to hear the commotion and made their way outside. 

“Hey hey hey!!” you heard a few boys say as they came outside. 

They broke up the fight and you looked at the both of them, sighing. Seonghwa had a cut on his eyebrow and a bloody nose while Wooyoung had a bruised cheek and a cut on his lip. 

“You’re not my best friend! How dare you try to get with my girl!” Seonghwa yelled.

“She’s not yours and you cheated on her asshole!” 

“Both of you go home now or I’ll make you go home” Keeho said, pushing Seonghwa out onto the sidewalk. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled and went to go find his ride which you assumed was Seulgi. 

Wooyoung shook off whoever was holding him and ran over to you, he pulled you up slowly and frowned. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” 

“Woo” you shook your head. “Just take me home please” 

He sighed and nodded, leading you to his car. Wooyoung never would have thought he would have fought his best friend over a girl. Maybe Seonghwa wasn’t who he thought he was. Wooyoung knew from the beginning that pursing you was wrong but right now and after the whole fight, he couldn’t give two fucks about what Seonghwa thinks anymore. 

Wooyoung pulled up to your apartment and walked you up your stairs. He didn’t know if after all of this, you would even want to talk to him again. He made himself look like a complete idiot. 

“Again, I’m sorry about everything” 

“It wasn’t your fault Wooyoung” 

“Maybe I should have stayed away,” he mumbled. 

“From me?”

He hesitated but he nodded. You felt a little sad at that but you could understand where he was coming from. He lost his best friend tonight because of you, if anything you don’t blame him for being mad at you if he is. 

“So are we just going to stop talking to me?” You asked. 

He looked at you and he didn’t know what to say. He doesn’t because you made him so happy these past few weeks with the little sessions and late night food runs. 

“Y/N-”

You kissed him and he sighed into the kiss, pushing against your lips harder before you pulled away and smiled at him. He smiled a little and pulled you into a hug.

“I think you still want to talk to me,” you giggled. 

“Oh shut up” He smacked your lower back a little. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You looked up at him. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“Let me go home and shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes” 

“What if Seonghwa is there?”

“He probably went to Seulgi's, knowing him” he rolled his eyes. 

He sent you inside then headed to his house. You stretched as you walked to your shower, tonight was a lot and you never saw Seonghwa act like that so it sent you into a panic when you saw Wooyoung appear. You cleared your head while being in the bathroom, you let the hot water run all the stress out your body. After you finished your night routine and fixed some water, you heard a knock on the door.

You walked over and unlocked the door for Wooyoung, letting him inside. You noticed he had a bag from the convenience store and immediately grabbed it, running to the kitchen. He chased you, laughing and you stuck your tongue out at him. He finally caught you and lifted you onto your kitchen counter. 

“You probably shook the soju up good girl” he teased, pulling it out the bag. 

“No wonder this shit feels heavy” 

“Ha ha ha” he mocked, pulling out some snacks and putting them beside you. 

The dim light from the kitchen made him look so pretty that it made your heart speed but you felt it break a little when you saw his cut lip and purple reddish bruise on his cheek. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, you lightly touched his cheek. 

“I’m sorry”

“Y/N”

“I shouldn’t have said anything to him, it wasn’t his business” you shook your head. “I also caused you to possibly lost your best friend” 

“First” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “Don’t apologize for his actions. He was going to get angry either if I told him or you so it doesn’t really matter. Second.. if Seonghwa really cherishes me like he always praises, we will work it out. We’ll probably never be the same but I love him and he’s my brother” 

“Maybe I should apologize to him.. For provoking him”

“No,” he shook his head. “He needed to know you moved on… even if it’s with me”

“Ohh,” you smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you like me Jung Wooyoung?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Tone down the sass” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed you back a little harder, sighing against your lips. You bit his bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly for you to explore. He groaned a little when he felt you suck on his tongue. 

“You’re killing me here” he said in between kisses. 

“Good,” you said. 

You started to tug on some of the blonde hairs around his nape and that’s when you felt something poke your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at him.

And fuck was he a pretty sight.

Lips puffy from kissing so hard, his eyes were dark from the lust and desire running through them rapidly. He looked like he wanted to devour you and you were more than willing to let him. 

“You want me?” you teased, messing with the stop of his sweatpants. 

“You know I do baby, don’t tease me” 

His voice made your walls clench and knees feel shaky, it was laced with want and need. He started to run his hands up and down your back while staring at you. You felt the goosebumps start to form because his hands were so big and the way he looked at you made you feel a bit small, despite only being two inches shorter than him. 

“Woo”

“Mm?”

“Will you ruin me?” you rubbed your thumb on his bottom lip. He groaned at that and immediately picked you up, taking you to your room. He threw you softly on the bed and took off his hoodie that had nothing underneath it. You could tell he had been in the gym more often. 

His toned chest, defined abs, and big biceps. 

The veins running down his arms into his hands made you wetter each passing second. 

“Eyes up here beautiful” He climbed on top of you. He ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides and making sure you were still okay with this. You kissed him to reassure him and he kissed back, pulled away. 

“I want this off” he pulled at your shirt. 

“Needy” you laughed a little. 

“I can show you how needy I can be” 

He pulled your shirt over your head and licked his lips at the sight of your chest. It made you blush and you almost covered yourself until he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head. He kissed down your neck to your chest, wrapping his lips around your right nipple. You moaned at the contact and Wooyoung knew when he heard the sweet sound come out of you, he couldn’t let up. He released one of your wrists and gave your other nipple some attention. You whimpered as he pinched it then sucked harder on your right. 

“Woo” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Aw you sound so pretty for me” 

This brat. 

He looked up at you, switching nipples now sucking on your left and pinching your right. You whimpered and gripped his hair, throwing your head back. You felt dizzy already and his dick wasn’t even in you yet. You knew by how Wooyoung was taking his time that he really loves foreplay. 

“Think you can cum like this?” He asked. 

Fuck, honestly you might. The pressure was growing in your stomach and the band was on the edge of snapping but you needed more. He pulled off your nipple and kissed down your stomach, making eye contact with you again when he reached your shorts. You nodded and he pulled them down, groaning when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties. 

He moved your thighs apart and moaned at the sight of your heat. He kissed and bit on your inner thighs, kissing around your pussy. He was teasing and he knew that but he wanted to cherish you. 

“Fuck you smell heavenly” he sighed. You feel yourself start to drip on the bed and you need something in you, his tongue or fingers preferably. 

Those veiny ass fingers. 

“A beautiful girl with a pretty pussy”, he dragged a finger down your slit. “So wet for me, all of this for me baby?” 

You almost came right then at his words. You didn’t know someone could be so good at dirty talking nor were you really a talker during sex but he made your body feel like it was on fire. 

“Woo”

“I’m here pretty” 

“I-I need–”

“I got you, I promise”

He pushed a finger in, just to test the waters and he felt your body relax immediately at that but your wall clenched around him. He pushed another finger in once you adjusted and licked your clit.

“W-Woo so good” you moaned. “Don’t stop please”

He hummed and sucked lightly on your clit, your hands went to his head and pushed it closer into you. He chuckled a bit and sucked harder, pumping his fingers deeper. He felt that squishy part in you and heard you whimper loudly. 

“Woo!”

“Found it,” he muttered. He started to attack that one spot, pumping his fingers into you faster and harder. You felt like you were levitating and the pleasure was making your legs shake. 

“I need you to cum pretty. I need to feel you cum before I fuck you” 

You screamed a little as that heat in your stomach let go. This was the hardest you ever came from anyone you ever had sex with and it was only from his fingers. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and he slowly pumped, trying to carry you through your orgasm. 

“You okay?” He crawled up and kissed all over your face. 

“Yeah” you nodded, catching your breath. “Just never came that hard from head before”

“That’s an ego booster pretty” he chuckled. 

“Off” you tugged at his sweatpants. “Need you in me now” 

You pulled him for another kiss as he tried his best to pull down his sweats along with his boxers without breaking the kiss. You could make out with him all day and never get tired, that’s how perfect his mouth was. You pulled away when you felt the weight of his dick on your thigh, looking down at it. You almost drooled at how long and curved it was, he was thick just like his hands. 

“Do you have a condom? I left mine in the car” He rubbed your sides, kissing your neck. 

“We can go without one, I’m on the pill” 

“You sure? I’m clean, I just want to make sure it’s alright with you?” he looked at you. 

You melted at the generosity in his eyes and nodded. He grabbed your left hand and intertwined your fingers as he stroked himself with his right. He made eye contact with you as he slid in slowly and fuck did he feel so good. He mocked the way your mouth opened as he kept pushing on you. 

“Fuck you’re so tight pretty” he groaned. 

Once he bottomed out, he squeezed your hand and kissed around your ear. You nodded for him to move and he pulled out, leaving just the tip in then slid back in you harder. You moaned as you felt the veins and ridges around his dick. The wet sounds coming from your pussy were driving Wooyoung inside. 

“Faster Woo” 

“Aw I want to take my time with you, you want to cum already?” he teased and made his pace slower. 

“Woo please”

“I think I can get use to you begging for me” 

He finally gave you what you asked for but his pace was brutal as he held you down, you couldn’t do anything but take it. You felt his balls pound against your ass and it was making you dizzy. You tried to move away but he pulled you back. 

“Woo!”

“You asked for this baby” 

“Ah! Ah! Don’t stop” you dragged your nails down his back. 

“Didn’t plan it” he pounded harder. 

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you felt the heat start to coil in your stomach again. Your legs started to tremble and you could feel his dick start to pulse. 

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight, are you about to come?” 

“Please please please” you begged. 

“Let go for me” he moved his hand down and rubbed on your clit. “Cum all over my dick baby, you know you want to” 

His words and the deeper he went made you come so hard for a second time but he didn’t stop, he kept his pace and you felt an unfamiliar feeling start to cloud over the overstimulation. 

“Woo wait, I-I”

“Come on, give me another pretty” he pinched at your clit. You felt yourself squirt and you saw some get on his stomach, he smirked down at you. 

“That was hot baby,” He moaned, moving faster. “Where do you want me?” 

“Inside, give it to me Woo” 

You pulled him down in a kiss, pushing your hips down. He moaned a little louder as you felt him come inside of you. He pumped a few more times before he stopped. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing coming from the both of you. 

“So round two?” he raised his eyebrow, smiling. 

“You’re annoying, my legs feel like jello,” you laughed. 

“I’ll give you 30 minutes and a snack” he slapped your thigh lightly. 

“Deal” 

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Build-A-Boyfriend: Chapter 1

The way i wrote this with the quickness... was very excited I guess........

->Starring: AI!AteezxAfab!Reader

->Genre: Dystopian idk pls help

->CW: none

The screen flickers to life, casting a sterile blue glow across the high-glass boardroom. A chime sounds. The synth music is soft, warm, unnaturally comforting.

“In a perfect world… who says you have to be alone?”

[Scene: golden morning light streams through a smart-home window. A woman sips tea as a tall, smiling man ties her apron for her. Cut to holographic customization panels, fingers sliding across facial presets, hair types, emotional spectrums. A glossy chrome heart pulses as code flows behind it.]

“Introducing Build-A-Boyfriend™, a revolutionary experience by KQ Inc., the world’s leading innovator in emotional robotics. Whether you’re looking for loyalty, laughter, protection, or passion — we’ve engineered the perfect companion, from his cheekbones to his charm.”

“Over 100 hairstyles. 20 hair colors. Hundreds of adjustable features: emotional intelligence, love languages,

conflict styles. Everything is customizable. Everything is yours.”

“Build trust. Build comfort. Build connection.”

[The KQ logo glows softly: a platinum rose blooming from circuitry.]

Build-A-Boyfriend™

Grand Opening — November 17, 3258 — Hala City

The video faded into silence. Then the lights returned, crisp, clinical, bright.

At the head of the table stood Chairwoman Vira Yun, CEO of KQ Inc. Her expression remained unreadable, but her eyes gleamed, the kind of gleam found in calculated ambition, not excitement.

She turned to face the table of top engineers, market strategists, and high-clearance developers.

“Thoughts?” she asked, her tone brisk. “Feedback. Questions. Concerns. Suggestions.”

A silence followed, not out of fear, not exactly, but out of discipline. KQ Inc. didn’t reward enthusiasm. It rewarded precision.

Finally, a market rep near the center offered, “The tone tests well in demos. Emotionally aspirational, but still sterilized enough to fit city guidelines.”

“The language?” Yun asked.

“Romantic but controlled,” another replied. “'Ownership' is implied without being direct. Citizens won’t be alarmed.”

“Excellent,” Yun said with a curt nod. “Then we proceed as planned. Hala City's flagship store opens November 17th. Media campaign rollout begins in three days.”

She paused, her gaze sharpening.

“The special line will not be mentioned until one week after launch. Is that understood?”

A few heads nodded. Only a handful at the table even knew what that “special line” truly entailed. Yn was one of them.

She sat toward the far end of the table, posture poised, eyes tired. Her tablet rested on her lap, screen dimmed, but behind the sleep mode glowed a list of internal reports tagged:

ATEEZ-BETA UNITS: BEHAVIOR DEVIATIONS – OBSERVATION LOGS PENDING

Yn said nothing.

There were already signs the line was unstable. Minor things: timing issues in reaction sequences, spontaneous micro-expressions, strange audio interference. Nothing outside protocol, not yet. Nothing that couldn’t be debugged.

Hala City was the Matriarchy’s masterpiece, a glass-and-steel paradise built after the Fall, when nature reclaimed the earth and humankind rebuilt without the burden of chaos.

The male species was gone — extinct from war, plague, or something worse. The truth was debated in underground circles, but the government insisted: peace was found through elimination.

The Supreme Matrons ruled with quiet efficiency. Reproduction was artificial. Emotional regulation was enforced. Love — in its unpredictable, biological form, was discouraged as outdated.

Children were raised by state guardians. Affection was simulated and scheduled. Bonds were monitored through neural metrics and performance reviews.

In that vacuum, KQ Inc. thrived.

They created companions for the emotionally delicate. Tutors for the socially underdeveloped. Grief simulations for those who had lost what the government refused to acknowledge.

Build-A-Boyfriend™ was simply the next logical step.

The meeting ended, the room emptied — chairs tucked in without a sound, tablets tucked under arms, footsteps softened by KQ’s luxury anti-clatter flooring.

Yn lingered a moment longer, tablet resting against her chest, fingers tense.

Then she slipped out of her seat, crossed the vast corridor of frosted glass and synthetic sunlight, and pressed her palm to the exit panel. The doors whispered open, exhaling a puff of sterilized air, and she stepped outside into the city.

Outside the glass wall that stretched from floor to ceiling, the city pulsed in clean, geometric order. Silver transport rails carved silently through the skyline. Light panels glowed in a muted spectrum, perfectly synchronized to the day’s emotional calibration code. Every color, every sound, every rhythm was regulated, each calculated to keep citizens at a precise emotional neutrality.

Stability. Efficiency. Harmony.

Those were Hala’s sacred values. Engraved into the entrance of every government building, stitched into every school uniform.

Hala City had no military, no prisons, no religion. The old world’s chaos had been scrubbed from its bones. Instead, there were wellness assessments, emotional correction centers, and State Therapeutic Companions — androids assigned to citizens whose neural scans showed spikes in sentiment, unpredictability, or unresolved grief.

It had been 149 years since The Great Reset, when the last male died and the Matriarchy took hold. Whether extinction was natural or engineered no longer mattered, the Supreme Matrons had rewritten history to begin after.

The world before was called The Collapse Era. Now, the world simply was.

From childhood, every citizen of Hala was raised by assigned maternal figures, rotations of calm, trained nurturers programmed to teach logic, order, and controlled affection.

Love, in the romantic sense, was considered a chemical imbalance. Desire was tolerated only in controlled expressions — within VR therapy suites or government-regulated media.

To crave more was a sign of dysfunction. To want more? Dangerous.

But over time, cracks began to show.

The rise of emotional dependency disorders — the ache for connection that no algorithm could suppress. The quiet epidemic of phantom longing. Citizens reporting dreams they weren’t supposed to have. Feelings they couldn’t place. Names they didn’t know how they knew.

KQ Inc. had the answer: give them what they wanted — but make it safe.

Build-A-Boyfriend™ wasn’t about love. It was about control. A need engineered, then sold. And the citizens of Hala were already lining up.

She turned down a quiet residential corridor — the one lined with mirrored trees and soft sky-glass tiles that absorbed her footsteps. Her apartment block loomed ahead, blinking her ID tag onto the entrance gate.

She glanced once at the skyline before entering — her eyes landing on the KQ Tower far in the distance, its dark silver peak glowing like a god in the clouds.

The door sealed shut behind her with a quiet hiss. Inside, her apartment was as minimal as the rest of Hala — soft lighting, neutral tones, minimalistic furniture, automated temperature preset to her emotional range for the day.

No clutter. No pictures. No history.

Yn set her tablet down on the charging dock near the entry shelf. The screen flickered to life automatically.

⚠️ ALERT: BEHAVIORAL DEVIATION DETECTED — ATEEZ UNIT 06 Timestamp: 19:04 | Lab 3A Observation Room Severity: Red Flagged: Autonomy Spike — Eye Tracking Outside Command

The warning blinked in silence.

Yn didn’t see it. She had already sunk into the corner of her sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the hum of her apartment’s emotional regulation system blur the sharpness of her thoughts.

She didn’t see the screen pulse again.

⚠️ Second Deviation Logged. Timestamp: 19:10 | Lab 3A Observation Room Severity: Red Flagged: Autonomy Spike —ATEEZ UNIT 06 SPOKE WITHOUT PROMPT. Transcription Pending... “YN"

The screen dimmed. The room fell silent. And somewhere, deep below the city, something smiled.

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₊˚.༄ S. MINGI — five stars

synopsis: he’s a small artist your rich friend got you tickets to see up close. after the show, you catch him at a bar. is this all fanservice or something more? warnings: 2.1k words, rockstar mingi AU, afab fem reader, porn with plot, celebrity/fan dynamic, unprotected sex, foul language, dirty talk, reader and mingi are at a bar but do not drink, usage of 'beautiful' 'baby' and 'min' as petnames, cunnilingus implied, possessive mingi, no solid dom/sub dynamic, not proofread.

he's gorgeous.

that's the first thought that came to mind as you and your friend nudged each other behind the railing. he was only a few feet away, smiling at another fan who was getting him to sign their album. and you just couldn’t help but stare.

but your phone was dead and you had no idea what you'd ask or tell him when you got your three second interaction.

it was too late to come up with something though. your best friend was already handing him a poster for him to sign, camera in his face, gushing about how sexy he was on stage. he smiled, only glancing quickly at her and muttering a quick 'thanks for coming'.

now, it was your turn and you had absolutely nothing to offer him. your poster was too deep in your friend's bag to fish out, your albums were at home, and he couldn't take a selfie on your phone.

so you nervously settled for “hi, mingi, what's your favorite song to perform?"

he was on autopilot, his hand out and awaiting the item you'd surely want autographed, but your question broke him out of his routine. so he met your eyes with that signature smile of his, "autobahn. you don't have anything for me?"

embarrassment made your heart squeeze as he really stared at you, his eyes tracing curiously over your features. "no, i'm sorry. my phone died and i don't have an album or anything."

he laughed. the breathy sound was a dizzying contrast to... everything. the heavy eyeliner around his eyes, the thick rings around his hands, his intense gaze. "don't apologize, beautiful. what's your name?"

you introduced yourself and felt your heart rate quicken as he started to sign other items and take selfies. but his attention was on you.

"that's really pretty," he hummed, taking yet another glance at you, "is this your first time?"

"no," you answered too quickly, "i came here with my ex-boyfriend last tour. we broke up during the concert, actually."

the fans around you laughed amongst themselves, obviously tuned into the conversation. you mentally slapped yourself for saying something so stupid, but he put you on the spot and it didn't help that he was so close you could smell his cologne.

"seriously?" he asked, laughing alongside the crowd behind you. "bet you were out of his league anyway. i did you a favor."

he handed a plushie back to a fan behind you before putting his hand out for you to take. you hesitated and he pointed towards your hand, "let me see your hand."

you were quick to comply and he placed your hand in his, quietly repeating your name to himself, "here. hopefully this was a better experience than last time. thank you for coming."

your eyes widened when he placed one of his rings on the palm of your hand. the people behind you gasped in surprise and awe, some even shoving each other to take a look. but he had already moved onto the next area of fans before you could even thank him back.

later that night, after your cheerful friend was insistent that you keep the night going, you hit up a high-end bar across town.

"dude, he totally wanted you," she said loudly from the barstool next to you. "i even got a video of him talking to you and he's literally looking at you like the rest of us weren't even there."

"stop," you whined, embarrassed by her claim. "it's just fan service."

"oh, he'd definitely service you— oh, my god. oh… my… god," her words tapered off into squeals as she looked behind you.

you turned, thinking there'd be somebody throwing up or naked on the dance floor, only to see mingi approaching the bar.

"no fucking way," you muttered, turning back towards your friend when you accidentally made eye contact with him.

you end up in a private room with him. everyone else is gone and forgotten, except for one of his staff members idling outside the room to make sure no one would get in.

"so," he began as you settled down next to him, his long legs stretching under the table and brushing against yours. but he didn’t move as he spoke, "fate?"

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling all kinds of emotions running through your veins as he held your gaze under the dim blue lighting.

"maybe," you replied, not trusting yourself to say anything else.

he exhaled amusedly in response, sensing your nerves and feeding off of your attention. his eyes were drawn to the ring (his ring) around your middle finger and he hummed to himself before continuing.

"tell me about your ex. i've never heard of someone being broken up with during my shows," he took a swig of water, eyeing you with intrigue.

you relaxed slightly, repeating to yourself that he was just another person. just another man. "right, well... we weren't together long. but he wouldn't let me go to your show with a friend because he said that'd be cheating. you were his favorite artist, so he invited himself. he decided that me singing along was also cheating. long story short, i broke up with him and he left before the show was over."

"he didn't even let me finish?" mingi's eyes widened in shock, chest shaking with laughter, "what an asshole. sorry he ruined that for you."

you shook your head, taking a sip of water as he processed the story.

"so you came to this show with a secure guy at home?" he asked tentatively, watching you carefully as you set your cup down.

"no guy at home," you corrected, "i'd rather scream for you comfortably."

your odd choice of words was out before you could take them back, and they made him snort, "that's what i like to hear."

somehow, you end up naked, face pressed against a pillow at a luxurious hotel a few minutes from the bar. there's lipgloss smudged across your chin, surely staining the cotton beneath you, but you can't even pretend to care as mingi's hand traces the arch of your back.

"look at that," he groans to himself, biting down on his kiss-swollen lips, "baby, you're soaked."

"mingi," you complain, the cold breeze from the air conditioning making your craving for his warmth even stronger.

he shushes you, bending over to press a kiss on your shoulder, "i know. i feel you pushing back on me.”

"then do something,” you plead, arching even further as his woody scent hits your nose. he was so close you could count his eyelashes and the thought makes you clench.

he barely suppresses a moan at your desperation, "spread your legs a little more f'me."

you do as you're told, mind clouded with need, and he rewards you by sliding himself between your folds. you tense when his tip brushes on your clitoris, and he makes it his mission to do the same thing a few more times.

the slick sound of the motion fills the room and he shudders, watching the side of your face and taking pleasure from seeing your brows furrow.

but he stops abruptly, hands steady on your hips and voice right next to your ear, "gotta see you. turn over."

he adjusts a pillow under you before flipping you onto your back. he doesn’t give you time to respond as he leans down for a heated kiss. his plush lips are slightly chapped, moving against yours as if he’d been waiting decades for the chance to kiss you again.

“are you sure you don’t want me to finger you or somethin’?” he asks against your lips, “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

against your better judgement, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, “just fuck me.”

his eyes widen in a mix of amusement and desire, “okay, but let me know if—“

“—i can take it, mingi, please,” you insist, heels digging into his back to push him closer.

his resolve snaps and his demeanor shifts, “of course you can.” he licks his ring and middle fingers and slips his hand between your legs, circling your clit with ease, “bet i could slip right in, hm? so fucking needy, i love it.”

he’s immediately proven right when you use your own hand to guide him to your hole. he shudders in surprise, a cute smile pulling at his lips. he doesn’t hesitate to give you what you want, slowly pressing into you.

his eyes follow the tilt of your head, and he takes advantage of the view by pressing open mouthed kisses right under your jaw. his nose presses against your neck, and he moans in harmony with you as he bottoms out, “fuck, you’re so sexy. feeling good?”

“mingi, move,” you breathe out, feeling more full than you’d ever felt. he laughs softly at your words, nipping at your neck before straightening up.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” he replies, digging his knees into the mattress and pinning your wrists above you.

your mind can barely register the way he invades your senses. you can see he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, his jaw slack as he pistons into you.

you can feel the hand on your wrists tightening periodically, his other hand busy playing with your clit.

you can hear him moaning your name in that voice you had listened to thousands of times over in your favorite songs.

the voice you’d many times played at night when you just couldn’t sleep and your body needed release. he’d led you there, in your fantasies and you’d apologized to him in your mind afterwards. and now he’s panting above you, dick twitching inside you when you meet his thrusts.

he’s fucking into you, exploring you with his gaze as if he’s trying to mentally map out all the places he’s going to claim for himself. he’s not holding back how aroused he is, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth as he whines a breathy, “keep fucking me back, baby.”

“min, ‘m close,” you tremble in his hold, moaning when his clouded eyes snap up to your face.

he nods enthusiastically, a wild smile gracing his face. the thumb on your clit is still drawing jumbled patterns as he gears all his focus into making you reach your high, “i know— shit, i know, you’re clenching like crazy. wish you could see how pretty you look right now. yeah, taking me like you own me.”

he’s rambling, completely dazed as he studies your features with lust, “bet you’ve thought about this before. your ex was right, getting jealous over me.” he pauses, releasing your hands and adjusting the pillow under you to angle himself even deeper, “imagine what he’d think, seeing us like this.”

you claw at his back and he exhales sharply, head dipping forward, “did you fuck him like this?” his laugh turns into a moan when you shake your head, “he didn’t deserve it. you sound so pretty, fuck, i could put you on a track and listen for hours.”

the new angle and his voice vibrating right over your face is enough to push you over the edge. and he follows right behind you, pulling out just before releasing over your abdomen.

he doesn’t let up on your clit, tapping it and rubbing it messily until you push him away.

you take a few moments to gather yourself, working through the aftershocks of your orgasm. your eyes open slowly when you hear the sheets rustling beneath you as he moves back to lie down onto his stomach.

his eyes are trained onto your face as you push yourself up by your elbows, his ringed fingers gently prying your knees apart, “feeling good?”

“yes. thank you,” you reply, instinctively reaching down to rake your hands through his short, bubble-gum pink hair. your new ring glistens in the warm light emitted by the hotel lamp.

he smiles innocently at your touch as if he’s not hardening against the sheets, “don’t thank me yet. you can give me one more, right?”

[the texts you wake up to the next morning...]

| unsaved number: sorry about leaving you, i had a flight to catch | unsaved number: but the room’s booked for another day and your ride home is paid for | unsaved number: i’ll lyk when i’m in town again :) free tickets and maybe a backstage pass if you’re down?

| bff: dude | bff: why tf did i just get an email from QK asking me to sign an nda, saying i witnessed something confidential? | bff: omfg. it just clicked. u actually fucked THE song mingi? | bff: blink twice if yes??? and hypothetically… how many stars would u rate him???

[melanated-writersblock]

pairing: chenle x reader

word count: 1234 (i’m being so deadass)

genre: smut (MDNI), timestamps <3

warnings: bestfriend!chenle, inexperienced reader, pussy eater chenle!!, praise, pet names, overstimulation…again :3

a/n: yeah…take my phone away from me 😭😭

“you’re really nervous, huh?”

his voice is soft— gentle in that way chenle rarely ever is. usually he’s teasing, smug, full of sharp grins and sarcastic remarks. but not right now.

right now he’s kneeling between your thighs, warm palms sliding slowly up the backs of your legs as you sit there on the edge of his bed, trembling slightly, every part of you too aware of the fact that you’re finally letting him touch you like this.

your best friend.

your very experienced, very cocky best friend.

you nod, swallowing hard. “i’ve never—i mean, not like this. not anyone…”

he leans in a little, thumbs brushing the crease where your thighs meet your hips. “i know,” he says softly, meeting your gaze. “i’ll take care of you. you trust me, right?”

you nod again—faster this time. because you do. you’ve always trusted him.

and something about the way he’s looking at you makes you ache. like you’re something fragile. like he wants to ruin you slow.

“good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “just relax, baby. let me make you feel good.”

you inhale sharply as he pushes your legs apart, letting them fall open for him. chenle groans, low and soft, like he’s been waiting for this forever.

“fuck,” he breathes, mouth barely brushing your skin. “so pretty. you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

his hands are steady, thumbs stroking gentle circles into your hips as he kisses closer. he’s not rushing. not even a little.

you’re already soaked, and the first slow lick of his tongue makes you gasp.

“oh my god—”

“shhh,” he murmurs, grinning against you. “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”

he eats you out like he’s memorizing the shape of every sound you make—every twitch, every breathless moan. like he wants to make you cry from how good it feels.

and the praise. god, the praise.

“so sweet, baby.”

“you’re doing so good for me.”

“you taste like fucking heaven.”

his voice is thick with want, but he doesn’t let it slip. doesn’t rush. just keeps lapping at you slowly, tongue dragging through your folds, lips sealing around your clit with practiced ease.

you’re shaking in minutes, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping his hair.

“c-chenle, i—”

he pulls back for half a second, mouth shiny, smile soft and crooked. “already close?”

you nod frantically, eyes wet.

“fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, before diving back in.

he moans against you like he loves it—like getting you off is his favorite fucking thing in the world. and it’s too much—his tongue, his voice, the way he’s holding your hips down even as you squirm.

“come for me, baby,” he breathes, mouth brushing your clit, fingers digging into your thighs. “let go. i wanna hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart.”

and when you do—shaking and sobbing through the most overwhelming pleasure you’ve ever felt—he doesn’t stop. he slows, sure, kisses through it, licks up everything you give him with a groan like he’s drunk on it.

then he’s kissing your thighs again. your belly. your trembling hips.

“you did so good for me,” he whispers, crawling up beside you to pull you into his chest. “so fuckin’ good. my perfect girl.”

your legs won’t stop shaking, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as you clutch chenle’s shirt, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your limbs. you’re dazed—floaty. the kind of blissed-out that makes it hard to speak, let alone think.

he’s holding you gently now, hand smoothing over your back, lips brushing your forehead like he just gave you the sweetest gift in the world.

and then he murmurs it. low and soft and dangerous.

“i’m not done with you.”

you stiffen a little, whining into his shirt. “i—i already—”

“i know,” he says sweetly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “you were perfect. but i didn’t say you could stop.”

your breath catches. his tone isn’t cruel. it’s warm. coaxing. but there’s something firm under it—something that tells you he means it.

his hand slips down again, fingers ghosting over your soaked, sensitive cunt. you jolt.

“still wet,” he whispers. “still warm. so pretty like this—fuck, you squeeze when i talk to you like that.”

you whimper, thighs trying to close on instinct, but he’s already between them again. already settling down with a grin that could ruin anyone.

“you trust me, right?” he says again, eyes locking with yours. “you want me to take care of you?”

you nod, already breathless again, even as your body trembles.

“that’s my girl.”

and then he’s kissing you there again—softer this time, gentler, but it burns now, every brush of his tongue dragging sparks through your nerves. your hips lift without meaning to, legs trembling as he licks slow, careful stripes over your clit.

“so sensitive,” he coos. “you feel everything now, don’t you?”

you nod helplessly, mouth falling open as another soft moan escapes you. it’s too much—you should be done. but the way he’s touching you? the praise? the warm weight of his hands holding your thighs apart, steady and patient and so fucking in control—it makes you want more.

he keeps going, not teasing, not rushing. just loving you. like this is his favorite thing in the world. like he knew you’d take it again. like he knew your body would give in even when your mind said it was too much.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby. look at you,” he murmurs, voice full of warmth and awe. “already shaking, already crying again. and you’re still letting me.”

your eyes are glossy now, and you don’t even realize the tears are back until he lifts his head and kisses one off your thigh.

“fuck, you’re so sweet,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips. “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

he presses a kiss to your clit, feather-light, and your whole body jolts.

“can you give me one more?” he whispers, smiling up at you. “just one. i’ll make it feel so good, i promise. just one more for me, pretty girl.”

you whine, nodding through the overwhelm, because even if it’s too much—you trust him. and you want it. want him.

his tongue returns with purpose this time, circling your clit, flicking it just right, the angle of his mouth making everything sharper. your hips twitch and your hand flies to his hair, tugging without realizing it.

“that’s it,” he breathes, voice husky and low. “give it to me. i want to feel you come again. i need to.”

and god—when it happens, it’s loud. it’s messy. it’s a sobbed-out moan and a full-body shake, your thighs closing around his head as you come for him a second time, even harder than the first.

he doesn’t stop until you push at him, crying out softly, and even then he kisses your thigh, your mound, your hip—whispering, “you did so good. you’re amazing. i’m so proud of you.”

and when he finally climbs back up beside you, pulling you into his arms again, you bury your face in his neck, still trembling. still reeling.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair back.

“you okay?” he whispers.

you nod. and then, barely audible—“thank you.”

his smile is audible in the warmth of his voice.

“anytime, baby.”