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~ Watch Out For the Shy Ones ~

Pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader x yang jeongin (gn pronouns used)

Genre: smut, pwp

Summary: after working on the set of kingdom, you landed yourself working for the company of the winners, stray kids. now a year later, i.n invites you to his birthday party at a club. after meeting up with him and running into an old friend from the show, yeosang, the usually shy members of their groups let slip a little secret. will this secret lead to more secrets between the sheets?

Warnings: pure smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), cum eating, protected sex, pet names (doll mainly), alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), switch!yeosang, switch!jeongin, dom!reader, nothing too crazy, if there's more let me know!

Words: 8k

A/N: long time no see! I did start writing this not too long after i wrote double trouble (please check it out if you haven't!) but took a break due to work/life. once I saw ateez announced that it's you was going to get an mv, i decided to start working on it again. now, i am posting this in celebration of the it's you mv dropping. any and all feedback is appreciated! i have more ideas for the future so stay tuned <3

There wasn’t a day that went by that wasn’t filled with chaos. You had landed one of your first jobs with Mnet and even thought the management itself was really shitty, it did pay decently well. You had started there right as Mnet was finding groups to compete on Kingdom. You had already known The Boyz were going to be on since they won Road to Kingdom, so you could only imagine what other idol groups would be competing. You didn’t have any say in picking out who else but you were happy to see some of your other favorite groups be there.

You had known Stray Kids and Ateez would be there thanks to Hyunjin and San performing with Juyeon and that made you excited. They both had immaculate talent that needed to be showcased. You were glad to help throughout their time on Kingdom. Sure, you didn’t work specifically with only those groups, but being a stage tech crew member, you were excited to see their stages the most. You created the bell in Stray Kids’ Side Effects/God’s Menu stage, you did the research for how much the tentacle was going to cost for Ateez’s Symphony No. 9 stage, it was cool to see your hard work be part of the reason both groups you enjoyed rank top 3 in the end.

There wasn’t too much interaction you got with the groups themselves besides right before a performance to do prop checks, but they were always super nice to you. You appreciated their kindness, not seeing it from your own company most of the time. All of the idols, in fact, were very sweet and thankful for your help during the show. You ended up staying late with many of them to make sure their practices ran smoothly with scene changes, props, ropes, everything. Many times, that’s when you just simply stayed the night at the studio in one of the dressing rooms because the drive to your apartment would take too much time.

Then, once Kingdom was done and Stray Kids had won, you were able to land yourself a temp position at JYPE doing exactly what you were doing at Mnet but with a much more rewarding crew to work with. Someone in Stray Kids put in a good word for you, you believe. Eventually, that position became a full time set design crew member for their music videos and jacket shootings. Now, almost a year later, you are getting ready for a party. Jeongin’s birthday party.

Surprisingly, he had invited you out to his 21st birthday party. Well, Chan had invited you on I.N’s behalf because he couldn’t do it himself. Now that you had gotten closer to Stray Kids, it was easier for you to talk to them regularly. You would still be formal with them, but it was easy to have fun with the boys when time allowed it. If there was downtime between scene setup and when the boys had to start shooting, it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to strike up a conversation with you. Jeongin, however, did it more so when it was just you two or everyone else was far enough away. It wasn’t like your conversations were necessarily private or anything, but he was one of the more shy ones from the group.

Chan told you about a club that I.N wanted to go to; it was an underground one that allowed idols to party away from the general public. The only people who knew about it were other idols and some staff members from the companies. Trainees or low level employees had no knowledge of its existence. There were many around Seoul, being as big of a city as it is and how many kpop groups there are now. People know they exist, but the locations of them are kept hidden.

Since it is a club you’re going to, you decide to let yourself dress freely. A low cut red top and a tight black leather skirt with some pumps is your way to go. When looking at yourself in the mirror, anxiety starts to grow in your belly. How formal should I be with the guys? It’s after work hours but I still work for them. I shouldn’t get too crazy, but I do want to have fun. Jeongin did invite me after all. You decide to suck it up and have fun, wanting to enjoy celebrating the idol.

Leaving your apartment, you start your journey via subway as it’s still open at 11 pm. You quickly get to Hongdae and start walking towards the club. After downing the soju bottle you bought from 7-Eleven on the ride over, you feel ready to get the night started. The club is hidden behind a restaurant on the corner, allowing you to sneak into the back alley and down the stairs. There’s a small neon sign on the brick next to the door, a keypad, and a large metal door. After punching in the code Chan gave you, the green light flashes and the door unlocks.

You quickly step inside and let the door close heavily behind you but no one notices. The music is loud and booming and you realize the door makes the rest of the place hidden because of the soundproofing. There’s no bouncer at the front door but there is someone for a coat check which you graciously hand them your thick coat you wore since it is February. You look around and see some of the members of different groups you’ve met or seen before as well as people you don’t recognize who might be employees from their companies.

You make your way to the bar, squeezing in between people to try and order a drink.

“Hi, what are you looking for?” The bartender asks you, leaning his elbow on the counter.

“Something strong, please.” You respond back, leaning closer for him to hear you.

“How about some soju bombs for the birthday boy?”

You turn and see Jeongin standing there, his huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. You smile back at him and shout, “Hey!”

He laughs and pulls you in for a hug, obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol he’s already consumed. He’s glad when he feels you squeeze him tightly back. When you pull away, he’s eager to look at the bartender for more drinks. “Two soju bombs, please.”

“Well, happy birthday to you, Jeongin.” You hold onto his arm lightly as he does the same to you.

“That’s only, like, the fourth time you told me that today.” He laughs again, causing your ears to flare up hot. “But I appreciate it, thanks for coming out tonight.”

“My pleasure, there’s no work tomorrow so I can be out as late as you want me.” You smile, leaning against the bar.

“That’s good to hear, because I plan to party for a while.” He winks at you which makes you even more flustered, causing him to shake your arm lightly. “Hey, let loose, have fun, no-no need to have formalities tonight.”

You shake your head lightly, watching as he looks into your eyes. “This is the loosest I’ve seen you act in my whole time at the company, so I think we’re pretty even in the ‘who needs to let loose’ games.”

“Alright, alright,” The younger man shakes off your remark and instead motions behind you to the two beer glasses sitting behind you. “I have a tab started so don’t even worry.”

You ended up being with Jeongin for a significant part of the night. You would dance together, get a drink, break off whenever he had someone else who would wish him a happy birthday, then meet back up at the table for another drink, talk for a while about him or you, and repeat. That cycle has happened about two or three times now and you’re currently at the table, checking your phone for the time. It’s past 2 am and you’re still not exhausted which is interesting.

“Not getting bored, are you?”

You look up and see another familiar face, a cheeky smile beaming down at you. You’re delighted to see the man standing there. “Yeosang!”

He invites himself to sit next to you, squeezing in close on the semi circle booth. “It’s been a while, Y/N.”

“Awh, you remembered my name,” You chuckle, resting a hand on his knee. “I’m flattered.”

He laughs incredulously, covering his mouth with his hand. “What do you mean? Of course I remember your name. You act like we didn’t work together for months.”

“That was also a year plus ago.” You smirk, looking at him. He’s fucking gorgeous. His hair is a beautiful blond, long and thick. He definitely looks dressed to party; he’s wearing a shirt with only one sleeve and the opposite hip cut out with leather pants. His blond locks are pushed back with a few strands falling in front of his face. His beautiful heart shaped face has light makeup which accentuates his features delightfully. In your intoxicated state, you’d jump his bones right then and there if it was acceptable. “People grow and change.”

“I mean, I don’t think I’m that different from a year ago.” He looks to the table for a moment, only glancing at you briefly.

“Well, you’re just as hot.” You smirk, watching him get flustered and wave you off.

“And you’re more bold.”

“And you’re just as shy.”

He looks at you somewhat defiantly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being right. “I prefer to call it more introverted.”

You smirk again, resting your chin in your hand. “Fine, have it your way then. And besides, it’s just the alcohol. Jeongin and I are almost going shot for shot and he’s not as much of a lightweight as I thought.”

“Oh, you’re here for his birthday too?” He smiles lightly, seeing that you stayed in contact with someone else from Kingdom.

“Yeah, I work for JYPE now so I get to see him pretty regularly.” You giggle, updating him on the new thing that’s happened. “He invited me out and we’ve been hanging together for the most part but I’m pretty sure I saw Allen from Cravity steal him away.”

“Ah, he invited me too but I haven’t-”

“Kang Yeosang!” On cue, the birthday boy comes to the table with three double shots of what is presumed to be soju. “Took you forever to show up!”

“I’ve been here!” He retorts back, looking teasingly at the boy. “You just finally made yourself free.”

“I had to buy you a drink first, sorry it took so long.” He slides the shot glass to his friend while also giving you a drink. “It’s the least I can do for you before you go back on tour.”

“You’re in the middle of a tour?” You look towards the older guy as you down your shot.

He takes his with little grimace and pushes the glass away. “Yeah, we just finished our USA leg and we are heading to Europe in a week or so.”

“Wow, big things!” You smirk, then look to I.N who has slung an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve just been catching up since the last time we saw each other.”

“Ah, telling him how much cuter you’ve gotten?”

“Oh my god!” You squeal at his comments, Yeosang laughing at your response. “You, sir, have had enough to drink. You’re usually as bad as Yeosang yet here you are hitting on me.”

“What, can I not compliment you?” He looks offended at your statement. “Come on, Yeosang, don’t they look great tonight?”

He looks put on the spot, but you notice that the Ateez member does, indeed, look you up and down to take in your appearance. It makes something stir inside you to be checked out by an idol you’ve looked up to, something dangerous. “I have to give it to I.N, he has a point.”

“Wow, okay, you two.” You hold your hands up in defeat, relenting to the men on either side of you. “Color me shocked as neither of you had said anything in the time that I’ve worked with you both.”

“We never said it to you directly.”

You look between them, not believing what you’re hearing. Your face heats up more as what’s insinuated sets in. “You guys have talked about me before?”

Now their real personalities shine. Now being confronted with the reality of what they’ve acknowledged to be doing, Yeosang looks at the pushed away shot glass while Jeongin’s eyes are focused into his lap. The tension is…weird. It’s awkward but also sexual. You swallow down the awkwardness that you feel and decide to look at Jeongin since he’s been more liberal with his answers tonight. “What exactly have you two talked about regarding me?”

He rolls his eyes lightly, finding his rings more interesting than your eyes. “Just things…”

You huff and look towards the dancer, seeing his ears are bright red. “What things?”

Yeosang looks over to the younger man, blinking a few times. “Uh, well…”

This time, your sigh is dramatic as you push your hair back. “Well, boys, it’s been lovely with this little chit chat, but if you can’t entertain a simple gossip question, then I guess it’s time to call it a night.” You move to get out of the booth, but go over Yeosang’s lap and “accidentally” let your ass rub over his crotch. A short groan escapes his lips and his hands immediately place themselves on your hips, keeping you on him. You turn your head to glance at him, your hand grabbing onto his strong forearm. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

His breathing wavers as he finally locks his eyes to you, specifically your neck. “We…we wondered, if,” You moving yourself farther up on his lap caused him to groan again, his eyes fluttering and his dick hardening underneath you. “I-If you wore black underwear under your black stage crew outfits.”

“Is that all?” You look at the birthday boy, expecting an answer from him too.

He shakes his head, his black hair falling into his eyes. “We thought about whether you've had any experience or not.”

“And if you’ve ever, you know, had two guys at once.” The Ateez member pipes up again, his hands still holding onto you tightly.

“Would you like to find out?” You ask them, feeling the path down the rabbit hole turn this way. Jeongin looks up at you with his mouth slightly agape while you can feel Yeosang’s hot breath at your neck. “Subways are closed but we can take a taxi to my place. No one would ever know.”

You can feel the heat radiating off of Yeosang while he looks at Jeongin. The younger one looks just as surprised before there’s a switch. You can see it in the way his eyes become trained on you after he closes his mouth. He had no telling that his drunk confession would actually lead to this. He was actually betting on you telling him you were going to quit. So this is different. He grabs the empty shot glasses and shoots up from his seat. “I’ll pay the tab, you call the taxi.”

“If you insist.” You smirk, watching him practically jog away from the table. You manage to snake out of Yeosang’s grasp before holding a hand out to him. “Are you going to join us?”

“This is not just the alcohol talking, is it?” He takes your hand and stands up with you. He wants to make sure you don’t regret whatever you three are thinking of doing tonight.

“Listen, if I have to sign two NDAs then I will.” The Ateez member laughs at your statement. “Besides, I like seeing the birthday boy happy and I have been deprived of your hotness for a year. I’m curious as to where the night is going to go.”

You and Yeosang head outside, dressed in your coats and masks while you wait for the taxi to arrive. I.N isn’t too far behind you and you all pile into the car, telling the driver the address to your home. The drive over is tense in the best way. While the ride isn’t too long, the boys are trying hard to contain themselves. Yeosang is bouncing his leg slightly while I.N bites at his thumb. However you aren’t any better, fiddling at the hem of your skirt. You’re sure the driver feels the tension too.

Upon entering the complex, it starts settling in on what’s happening. Two idols, one of which you work for, want to fuck you. At the same time. There’s no going back from that statement. Walking into your apartment, you take off your shoes and coat, putting them where they should be so you don’t trip in the morning. “So did you two have an action plan or did you not get that far?”

“To say we had a plan is going a bit far.”

“But we did have an idea.”

You cock your head to the side, glancing between the two men who now stand there. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I.N gives a quick glance to his partner in crime before walking up to you. Now, standing in front of you, his shyness not holding him back, you can truly grasp how people can say he’s intimidating. But his touch is gentle as he cups your cheek. His face is angled in a way that silently begs for a kiss. You nod and move forward to help close the gap. You easily note how eager he is in the kiss. He wastes no time with little pecks and instead goes for the open mouth kisses. It takes a moment for you two to find a rhythm that works, but once you do, you can tell that Jeongin isn’t inexperienced. His ability to hold you captive with just his mouth is impressive. He tastes like soju, but then again you probably do as well. He makes sure that you become enthralled in him, letting you melt into his touch. His hand does remove from your cheek and instead, is placed on your breast, giving you a light squeeze.

He enjoys the moan you let out and smirks into the kiss. He makes sure to palm your breast again when he asks, “That feels good, huh?”

Your words of agreement falter as he does it again. Your hand wraps behind his neck and into his hair. “So good.”

He makes sure to take special care of your nipple over your shirt. You’re definitely certain he can feel the hard nub poking through your shirt now that your arousal is climbing. You don’t know how much time has passed before you feel another presence behind you. This time, you reel in having Yeosang’s lips on your neck while his hands are firmly on your hips. He holds you in place against him, feeling how hard he is through his tight leather pants. Something leaning more towards a whimper comes out, causing Yeosang to chuckle at you.

“Now who's the eager one?” The blond man mutters, pushing himself against your ass to get another response from you.

“Didn’t think you’d want this so bad.” The kisser pulls away for a moment to focus both hands on both of your breasts, watching your eyebrows scrunch up and mouth become agape.

“I didn’t know you two even thought about this.” You try to retort back, but you know better than to fight two versus one. Your head is spinning with multiple pleasure points.

“Sorry, we shouldn’t have kept you waiting for so long.” Yeosang slips one of his hands down your front, underneath your skirt. He cups your pussy and loves the way you inadvertently push back against him. “Our deepest apologies.”

You blink a few times to come to your senses so you don’t blast off to cloud nine then and there. With a huff, you glance at your new lover before making eye contact with the birthday boy. “Keep this up and I might just forgive you.”

Jeongin laughs before capturing your lips in his. This kiss is harsher and more needy, tugging at your bottom lip before he releases again. “We won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

While I.N’s hands are skillfully rolling over your nipples, Yeosang’s fingers rub between your folds, palm brushing across your clit with every stroke. It’s hard not to basically pant against I.N’s lips when you have two sets of hands working up all of your nerves. Soon enough, it’s also two pairs of lips at different pleasure points. Yeosang is focused on your neck while I.N travels down to your collarbone. Their approaches are much different. Yeosang is looking to please, making sure to take his time in sucking on your skin so you can feel him. Jeongin is aiming to elicit a reaction from you, nipping and teasing every which way to get you to squirm. Both are hoping to mark what’s theirs.

With their bombardment, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep yourself upright even with holding onto both of them. Yeosang’s fingers between your legs seem to be also holding you up as his fingers push harsher on your nub, causing you to jolt upwards and consequently pushing your tits into Jeongin’s face. “You’re going to make me cu-um before you even see me undressed, y-you know that?”

“Oh, we can’t have that, can we, Jeongin?” The Ateez member slows down his fingers, eyes shooting up to his counterpart. He can see through hooded eyes that the younger isn’t ready to start slowing down at all.

“Not yet, it’s still much too early in the night.” He comes up from your collarbone and grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your head back towards him to look you in your eyes. He can see just how much you were enjoying their attack. “Wouldn’t you agree, doll?”

You blink away your haziness, trying to come back to your senses. It doesn’t help that the lust you feel is the same lust you see in his eyes. You nod your head. “I’d also prefer to cum on my bed instead of on the floor.”

Both men chuckle at your witty remark. They partially pull away from you but still hold onto you as you lead them to your bedroom. It was nothing extravagant but it was at least clean and the bed was made. You sit them on your bed and decide to give them a little show since they will be taking care of you tonight. First to go will be your top with no bra underneath, so you let your tits fall free. Jeongin’s mouth opens slightly upon actually seeing you bare whereas Yeosang’s jaw clenches in an attempt to restrain himself. With a light smirk, the zipper of your skirt comes undone with a small tug of your fingers and falls to the floor. The only undergarment you had was a black thong that is now rightfully stained by your own arousal. Their reactions seem frozen, taking in all of you that you let them see. “You were right, black is my favorite color after all.”

The youngest’s ears go bright red, feeling like he’s stumbled upon something so brilliant but isn’t for his eyes. The older takes a moment to look at you before his eyes start darting around the room, landing on everything except you as he feels the strain in his pants become unbearable. Seems like the reality of the situation sets in for the men, now sitting in front of you while you present yourselves to them.

“Finally sobering up?” You giggle at their reactions, hooking your fingers into the strings of your thong. “Because I’m still dead serious if you two are.”

“You are?” Yeosang looks at your face, some of his blond hair now falling into his eyes as he takes in your tone.

“You really don’t have to, i-if you don’t want to, you know.” I.N doubles down on it, hands anxiously messing with the comforter beneath him.

“I mean,” You start, pulling down your underwear slightly. “I would like to see if I could make you cum at the same time. And like I told Yeosang, if you need me to sign an NDA I will. In the morning, though, because I don’t know how fucked out I’ll be once we are done.”

That seems to break Jeongin out of his shyness again, feeling more confident in himself than before. He looks at Yeosang with a smirk. “Who are we to deny our little doll a new experience?”

The muscular dancer looks at you and you can see the way the confidence darkens his eyes. “I suppose it’s only right if they are willing to give themselves to us like this.”

With a slight shimmy of your hips, you pull down your underwear the rest of the way before resting your hands on your hips. “Now, should we let the birthday boy choose what hole he wants? As a little gift?”

His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store with the option you presented him. You can see that he’s getting excited at the prospect of using you how he wants. “I want to feel your pussy, so badly.”

“Then happy birthday.” You wink at him, then look sweetly at Yeosang. “Would you prefer oral or anal?”

“Have you ever done anal before?”

“I have a butt plug so it’s not too foreign.”

“You have what?”

“Really?”

“I asked if you’d like to find out.” You shrug lightly, crossing your arms to bolster your breasts. “I’ve taken anal a couple of times, or I can take about six inches in my mouth without gagging. Your choice.”

“Fuck, you get hotter the more we find out about you.” His chest heaves with your suggestions and takes a moment to think through what would be best for him. Seeing the little pout on your lips makes him think about what they’d feel like around him. “Oral, if you’re up for it.”

You giggle at his remark, wiggling your hips slightly as you feel the alcohol exiting your system. Instead of the complicitness the alcohol presets, you start to feel the anticipation in wondering how big Yeosang could be. “There’s a lot to find out about me.”

“What else do we not know about you?” Jeongin asks, positioning himself differently thanks to the strain of his cock in his pants.

“Well, I assume you mean sexually and not as in ‘what’s your favorite animal’,” You walk up to I.N, gently grab the back of the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. You discard the shirt and let your hands run over his bare shoulders; he shivers at your light touch while his eyes flutter to stare at yours. “But a fun one is I don’t mind experimenting. I’m down to try most things. So if we have fun tonight, maybe we can try other things in the future?”

“If we have fun?” The blond has a playful tone to him. He pops the buttons on his pants watching you caress his friend. “I’m certain the two of us will, so we will be aiming to make sure you will.”

“That’s good to hear. But I’m not letting you spit roast me tonight.” You smirk, seeing the confusion on both of their faces. “I’m not letting the first time I have a threesome be with a cliche sex position that’ll leave my knees sore. I have a better idea than that.”

“Then by all means,” I.N smirks, grabbing ahold of your hips to pull you closer. “Lead the way, doll.”

“Wonderful,” You peck his lips while your hands tangle into his hair. “Yeosang, would you be a dear and strip for me please?” You tilt your head slightly to see him turn bashful at your request. “I need to make sure Innie here is ready to stuff his cock in me while I blow you.”

“F-Fuck okay.” He likes the sound of your voice, all sultry while asking him politely. He immediately gets off the bed to strip, all while watching what you do to the other man.

“Good, now,” You turn your attention back to I.N who is also more than ready to listen to you. “I can’t have you pounding into me while I take as much Sangie in my mouth as I can.” You give him languish kisses to draw out his eagerness. Your hand palms against his crotch, seeing just how hard he is currently. He lets out a cute whimper when you do. “I’ve got to pleasure you both. So work on long, deep strokes, okay?”

“Whatever you say, you’re the boss here.” His voice is deep as he returns another kiss to you. He stands up as he kisses you, going to remove his pants in the process.

“If we are being technical here, you’re the boss.” You chuckle, watching his chest follow you in the sentiment. You help push down his pants and underwear as well. You take a second to see what you’re working with. You’re definitely not disappointed and are excited for what your future position will give you in terms of pleasure. Your hand takes his dick and slowly pumps him. His moan is low, but that combined with the slight twitch you receive tells that he is ready. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

You turn to see if Yeosang has stripped and you are more than pleasantly surprised. He is stripped, but also definitely shy now being naked in front of not one, but two people. His ears are red and he’s staring at the clothes on the floor. You smile and give Jeongin one more kiss before turning your full attention to Yeosang. You instruct the younger man, “Condoms are underneath the bed in a box on the right side. Grab one and wait for me. I want to give Sangie a little more attention before we start.”

Yeosang gives you a half smile, easily melting into your touch when you approach him and hold your arms around his neck. His hands find themselves on the small of your back. “Kinky and considerate?”

“Like you said, we all gotta be having fun.” With your hand on his jaw, you bring his face closer while you repeat the act to him. Yeosang kisses you for real the first time that night, and you wish you would’ve let him sooner. Sure, his lips on your neck were nice, but to feel his lips on yours was better. He was precise in what he did, no matter how much he started to unravel underneath you. His hands immediately went for your ass to pull you to him so you can feel how hard he was. You moan into him, feeling how hot and bothered he was and involuntarily grind against him.

“If this is as close to your cunt I’ll be tonight, then I’m going to take it.” He breathes out while grinding back against you.

“There’s always next time.” You smirk, kissing him again. You let your teeth graze his bottom lip this time. By him gripping your ass tightly, you know that was the right move. “If you want a next time.”

“I already want a next time.”

“Then let’s get on with this time, yeah?” With a nod of his head, you instruct him. “On your back, on the bed. Half way up.”

He listens and crawls onto your bed, watching as you start to follow him. He props himself on his elbows, watching as you bend the top half of your body forward into the bed.

You lean forward enough to be face level with his cock. His tip is already a pretty pink color and he’s girthier than Jeongin, but probably just as long. You peer over your shoulder to I.N, watching him watch you two with his dick in hand. “Don’t be shy now, come and take me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice as he comes behind you, watching you spread your legs for him. He holds your hip with one hand while starting to line himself with your slick entrance. His tip prods your entrance before slowly sliding in with only a little resistance. He lets out the breath he was holding as he starts to push his way into you. It’s going to be a snug fit, but it won’t take long until your body is used to him.

You release a short moan at his cock finally entering you before you place your lips over Yeosang, letting your moan stimulate his tip. His hand is immediately in your hair and you feel the grip he has. He’s not forcing you down on him, not yet anyway. You go down on him to see just how much of him you can actually take. As I.N bottoms out into you, dick thick and stretching you in the most delicious ways, Yeosang hits the back of your throat before you’re able to brush your nose against his pelvis. The three of you moaning in unison tells that your anticipation is well worth it. You just hope that your neighbors can’t hear the three of you now because there’s no telling how loud you all will get.

“Fuck, this is better than I thought it would be.” The birthday boy slowly pulls out while you move up on his friend’s dick. “You feel so good, doll.”

“Their mouth feels just as good.” He breathes out heavily as you push back down on him, making sure to make eye contact with him the whole time. As you continue to slowly suck him, he throws his head back when he feels himself hit the back of your throat. “Shit, so good.”

You try to time your bobbing to Jeongin’s thrusts. He’s listening to you in taking it slow and deep, for now. With your hands on Yeosang’s hips and Jeongin’s hands on yours, you form a deep moving train. You’re not going to lie, it’s hard to focus on one or the other with how full you feel. There’s no need to move your hips backwards into Jeongin as he’s kindly doing that for you with every stroke. And soon, Yeosang starts to guide you on him. He lets you keep the speed but he wants to see just how far you can take him, and you let him. The amount of arousal from your pussy and their cocks, combined with your spit, everything easily becomes a mess.

I.N watches as your ass presses into his hips with every thrust and how slick his dick is every time he pulls out. He smirks at the sight, then looks up to drink in the rest of you. He watches as your head goes up and down on Yeosang, reveling in the pleasure of you giving as well as receiving. The voyeur in him raves watching the two of you enjoy yourselves, and he gets an idea of how to aid with it. With his shit eating grin, he starts to roll his hips into you which brings another moan to your lips, and therefore another groan from Yeosang. “How do they look when I do that, Yeo? Do they seem to like it?”

He lifts his head from the bed to see your eyebrows knitted together, struggling to look at him. The sweat is forming on your forehead, causing your hair to stick together. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he drinks up your face. He glances up to his partner, seeing how proud he is of his accomplishment. “If that moan couldn’t tell you, their face definitely can.”

“Since I can’t see their face,” He pushes into you again with his full weight to press your hips fully against the bed. A higher pitched moan is muffled by Yeosang’s member but it gets the point across. “I’ll just need to keep hearing them.”

You remove your mouth from Yeosang, letting yourself actually get a decent breath in before I.N take this as his one opportunity to smack his hips into yours and get the reaction he wanted. You nails accidentally dig into Yeosang but he doesn’t seem to mind apart from the tighter grip to your hair. “Fuck, Jeongin! Ca-an’t focus when you do that.”

“There’s no need to focus, doll.” Yeosang grabs your chin in his hand, making you look at him. You can see just how much he’s enjoying this too with his temples and chest glistening from his sweat and his eyes hazy and lidded. “Just let me guide you and you can focus on yourself.”

With a smugness of your own, you ready yourself by giving him a long lick on the underside of his dick. He swallows deeply at your action before you say, “I’ve got to have my own fun.”

“Your own fu- shit, oh fuck me!” He almost regrets teasing you like that as you take him fully and quickly. He has to bite his lips and still his hips. He tries so hard not to thrust up into your mouth as you swallow him down like a champion. Your warm mouth is already starting to make him dribble pre-cum against your lips, so he can only imagine what your pussy would do. It almost makes him whimper at the thought. He tries to take matters into his own hands by eliciting the help from the other partner. “I think they want you to go faster, In-ah.”

“Oh do they?” When he does speed up, your drawn out moan lets him know he’s at a good pace and rhythm. A smirk comes to his face when he hears the break in your moan every time your hips meet his. He can see Yeosang starting to take control of your head movements now too. He feels pride in seeing you relinquish your pleasure to the two of them fully. “I guess you were right.”

Being in this position, it’s hard to not fall into their trap of letting them use you how they want. After all, once you give them rights to do what they wish, both of them start moaning like crazy. Yeosang has more of a gritty grunt that threatens into growling territory. You can only describe it as borderline animalistic. The only thing that keeps him from crossing that line is when you pay special attention to his tip when he brings you back up and there’s a short moment where the pitch increases towards a whine. That combined with his curses really creates a dominating sound.

Jeongin draws out his moans. They’re breathy and they’re loud, as if he’s trying to create a symphony with them. They’re pretty, that’s for sure, and he’s making sure you hear just how good you feel around him. When you squeeze your walls around him, that’s where you get the swears and praises that almost aren’t real words. He practically cuts himself off with more moans. You are going to be very surprised if he doesn’t give you a noise complaint in the morning from your landlord. Then again, all three of you can be at fault because you aren’t necessarily quiet either.

Though your sounds are muffled by a cock most of the time, there are moments where you pop off to breathe and one or two or three escape your lips. But you can’t really help it. Even when you jump right back onto the dancer, you aren’t fully quiet which causes Yeosang to moan out and the cycle continues.

“Fuck, I-I’m going to cum, shit.” Yeosang tells you two, his hips stuttering on the bed. He can barely contain himself as you hollow out your cheeks to get as much friction as possible. He had been leaking precum for a while, but didn’t want the night to end so soon.

“Me too, you feel too good, doll.” Jeongin smiles, his chest heaving and sweaty. “Maybe next time we can switch roles?”

“That would be fun, that way you can feel my cock stretch you out, huh?”

“And I don’t mind if you’re rougher.”

You look up at Yeosang, out of breath and ready to hear what he sounds like when he orgasms. Moving off of him for a second so you can prepare yourself, you let your hand stroke him before you say, “Get prepared to cum, Sangie. I’m not a spitter.”

Your mouth was latched to him like a leech, unwavering in sucking him dry. He felt what he can only akin to electricity jolting through him and pushing his hips up into your mouth. You start to lightly squeeze his balls, then roll them between your thumb and fingers to try and give him as much pleasure as possible. He threw his head back into the mattress, unable to focus on anything besides your mouth. When your tongue started to swirl around his tip, he knew he was a goner. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ah fuck!” That was his mantra as he felt his orgasm bubble up and over and spill into your mouth. Once he started cumming, he looked at you to see your reaction and he swore he started cumming more as your hazy and fucked out eyes bore into his. He was definitely pumping so much of his cum into your mouth, he didn’t know if you could hold all of it. But sure enough once you knew he was done, you slid off of him while remaining eye contact and swallowed his whole load. You showed your sticky translucent white tongue to him as proof. “Holy fuck.”

You turned your head to Jeongin, who had slowed his pace so you can focus on the task at hand, and commanded, “Fuck me, Innie, hard.”

“With pleasure.” Once you turned your head back, he wasted no time in slamming into you to get him to his own prolonged orgasm. He could’ve sworn you were some kind of sex deity as you knew what buttons to press for Yeosang, and now him. Your ass bounced back to him with a loud slap every time and now that you weren’t gagged, he could hear just how loud you could be. When he would roll his hips into yours, you made sure you had a grip on his dick that made the friction so much more intense. This drove him crazy as he felt the burn of his own orgasm impending. He was getting sloppy with his thrusts which wasn’t hard given how much of your arousal had coated him at his point. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were so wet, it made his head spin. Soon, his moans reached the highest pitch of that night as he finally came inside the condom. His hips slowed down but still pushed you further into the bed. He heard your moans start to falter too, so he took matters into his own hands as his seed kept spilling. He reached between your hips and the bed, not allowing you to ride the edge of the mattress and instead rubbing your clit. “It’s your turn, doll.”

“Fuck me, ah!” You squealed, your body involuntarily contracting itself. Feeling so full with I.N inside you, his fingers roughly circling your clit, you couldn’t help but hold onto Yeosang’s thighs for dear life as you felt the burn of your orgasm approach to your core. While getting fucked in two holes, your orgasm was always two steps away and now its knocking on your door. You feel the coil release and the flood of your orgasm washes over you. You string out some more curses and moans and your body convulses with the power of your orgasm. Once Jeongin starts slowing down and starts milking your cum out of you, you can’t help but hum as your body takes a while to descend from your high.

The air around your three is hot and heavy from your cum, sweat, and panting. Trying to blink away the haze, Jeongin realizes he’s still inside of you. He gently pulls out of you and gently rubs your shoulders when you groan in protest. Yeosang gently scratches your scalp as the other man goes to find your bathroom to throw the condom away in. He watches you regain your breath and look up at him. He notices that while your eyes are still glazed, the lust and excitement is gone and is replaced by what he believes is fondness and content. “You doing okay?”

You nod lightly, starting to prop yourself up on your elbows. “I didn’t realize you two would have it in you.”

His chuckle is back to being bashful, the same chuckle that you adore. “We are full of surprises.”

“I can see that.” You wipe off your chin, covered in cum and drool at this point and look at the time on the clock. “Damn, didn’t realize it had gotten that late.” You hear footsteps enter your bedroom and see the birthday boy come back in, then watch him open your dresser drawer. “You know, usually, men take the panties that their lover wore as a trophy, not the one from their drawer.”

“I’m trying to be nice here.” He grows flustered at your comment, handing you a comfortable pair of underwear while grabbing his and Yeosang’s from off of the floor to put back on.

“I’m just teasing you.” You smile at him, grateful that he’s kind enough to think of you first in that way. You’re glad he can go back to the same, shy boy that you grew to form some kind of a relationship with.

“We can help you wash the sheets and everything tomorrow if you’d like.” Yeosang offered, pulling his briefs back up.

“If you don’t mind that we stay the night.” Jeongin sits at the edge of the bed, anticipating your answer.

“We’ll shower first and then wash the sheets in the morning.” You smile at them, watching their faces turn softer. “After breakfast.”

“I’ll help make it, Wooyoung has taught me some things.”

“But we can sleep in a little, right?”

You laugh and pull back the covers, ushering the boys to come join you. “Yes, but we have to go to sleep first. I’m fucking exhausted.”

Both of the boys smile and climb in on either side of you, nestling themselves into your sides for post-sex cuddles. While you are content sleeping on your back, eyes easily drooping closed from the events of tonight, the boys choose their positions with I.N resting his face in the crook of  your neck and Yeosang’s head on your chest. Yeosang takes a look at your face, watching you fall asleep easily, then looks up at Jeongin. Their eyes meet, and suddenly there’s a wave of fulfillment that the two share. That feeling lulls them to sleep, holding onto you dearly.

In the morning, you’re awoken to the light coming in between your blackout curtains. With a groan, you stretch lightly and open your eyes to see that Jeongin is on his back, already awake and scrolling on his phone. You smile lightly and reach up to grab his bicep before whispering, “Good morning.”

His head turns to you with his big toothy grin, his free hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. “Good morning, how do you feel?”

“Pretty good, I haven’t moved much to test how sore I am.” You do try to move a little but are stopped by Yeosang who has a strong grip on your waist. He stirs a little at your movement, but not enough to wake up. “How do you feel? After last night?”

“Honestly, it was probably the best birthday gift I could have received.” He looks at you genuinely, his chocolate eyes warm when meeting yours. “I never thought I would ever have the courage to do it.”

“Thankfully we were all in agreement of what we wanted.” You rub your eyes lightly, trying to rub the sleep from them. “It was a good time, for sure.”

“Well, good,” He smiles lightly before his smile turns into a yawn. “I would’ve slept longer, but your phone buzzing woke me up.”

“Can you hand it to me?” You ask, then watch him grab your phone from the nightstand. “Hopefully it’s not the company asking me to come in.” You unlock your phone to see a few notifications, one of which is from Jeongin himself. You click on your messages and see he sent you a text that just said “Non_Disclosure_Agreement lol”. You hit his chest lightly and say, “You fucking prick.”

He laughs at you, knowing that would think it’s funny. “You said you would sign an NDA.”

“Do I have to make them sign an NDA too?” Yeosang rouses from his sleep, only having caught part of the context in his half asleep state.

“Unless we want to continue this little arrangement?” You ask them, wondering if last night was just a one time thing or if they want more. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

“I think Yeosang and I make a pretty good team.” The youngest looks at the other idol, a small smile on his face.

Yeosang buries his face in your neck, looking over at his partner in crime. “I can agree to that. I think we should do this again. Soon.”

“Soon, huh?” You chuckle, running your hands through both of their hair soothingly. “I guess we will have to see about that.”

“But I think we need to ask some more questions first.”

“Like what?”

“Like what’s your favorite animal?”

You can’t help but smile at them both, relishing in the way they’re both looking at you. Maybe this might become more than just an NDA situationship.

[starryjeekies]

— it takes two

sub!jisung x dom!reader x sub!jeongin

You wonder if Jeongin regrets staying on the extra bed of your hotel room with Jisung. Maybe he feels like your getaway is more of a honeymoon he butt himself into. But it isn’t really third wheeling when he gets to join in on the fun too, right?

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🏷️ fem!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) smut. fluff. porn, no plot. 

🏷️ threesome. petnames “baby boy” and “noona” (reader’s age is never mentioned). tipsy sex (everyone is conscious enough to consent), unprotected sex, perversion, voyeurism, dacryphilia, jeongin is inexperienced, slight member x member, poly/open relationship themes.

📝 this is especially for the one and only @meivida !!! theyre my ride-or-die till the end, this is all for them ! to my proofreader, my twinnie, my bestest friend, the jisung to my changbin, the jeongin to my bang chan—who said that?? otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

In his hotel room — and yours, and Jisung’s — there were two beds.

The main king-sized glory belonged to you and Jisung, the inseparable couple, and Jeongin claimed his place on the smaller extra bed. There was no reason to fret over anything.

But for some reason, Jeongin did.

He couldn’t seem to shut his mind off. Jeongin unpacked his things slowly and strategically, claiming his spaces in the cozy cabana-style room. It was supposed to be a simple vacation for the eight boys and their plus ones at the five-star resort, all for your well-deserved rest.

For some reason, he couldn’t relax.

Staring at the ceiling fan above him, he pondered the thought. It wasn’t that he had no plus one, nor that he didn’t have his own room. Those were childish things to complain about, and the cabana was too cozy to whine over.

His roommates, you and Jisung, weren’t exactly the source of his worries either. Sometimes you two would bicker and play around, sure, but it wasn’t annoying enough for Jeongin to feel as bothered as he was.

“Y/N, you know how I sleep. I’m taking this end of the bed!” Jisung whined, plopping a stack of his belongings onto the right side of the mattress.

You simply looked at him, astonished.

Again, Jeongin thought as he placed his train of thought back on its tracks; neither of you was exactly the problem. Jisung was his ride-or-die, his best friend for life. They showered butt-naked together multiple times. You weren’t the problem either; you had grown incredibly close with Jeongin to the point where you oftentimes stayed up to drink and plot against common enemies. Closeness wasn’t an issue with either of you; as a couple, he would willingly third-wheel anytime.

What if I’m intruding? What if I’m in the middle of something? What if they had their plans, he thought. He tried his best to wrap his head around the reasons behind feeling this uncomfortable, but nothing seemed to work. He cocked his head to the side, facing you and Jisung’s bed. It’s entertaining to watch you guys argue, but maybe sleeping is too awkward to interfere with. Was it too intimate of an activity? He had no idea, and, frankly, he didn’t think that was the issue.

“Oh, so you can’t even say please?”

You crossed your arms at Jisung, your gaze piercing through the poor boy. He shivered, and his eyes started darting everywhere but your face. You squinted at him, causing your boyfriend to finally freeze and respond.

“P-please? May I please take this side?” Jisung begged. “I-I’ll do…anything…”

The beats of silence that followed were nothing short of intense. Jeongin expected the awkward air to amplify, but it didn’t — instead, he caught himself zoning in on the scene, paying close attention to the both of you.

Your commanding glare softened a little. You almost chuckled at how pathetic Jisung looked, breaking into a nervous sweat, and it didn’t help that you smirked sweetly. Your hand trailed up from his tensed bicep up to his shoulder, his neck, and then his full and soft cheek. Caressing his skin with your thumb, you soothed your nervous wreck of a boyfriend, feeling his skin vibrate from your touch alone.

Jeongin couldn’t peel his eyes away from your movements. The both of you acted as if he wasn’t there; maybe you both thought that he had fallen asleep. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting the beats of the sequence, fully allured by you, and he didn’t understand why. It was as if he would have missed something if he blinked once.

He almost forgot to breathe.

“You’ll do anything for me?”

Jisung’s breath hitched, reminding Jeongin to exhale. “Yes, anything.”

He murmured something after. In a hush under his breath, Jeongin caught what he whispered.

“Anything for you, noona.”

Before Jeongin could even process the thought, you whispered something that he couldn’t quite make out, especially from his skewed, sideways view from the other end of the room. You both smiled, though: you smiled slyly as if you won the lottery, and Jisung smiled like he was obsessed.

Although he was more intrigued to know what you exchanged, you both walked away with your hands held together, making him shut his eyes and curl his head into the pillow to appear asleep.

“Yo, Innie, we’re just gonna grab a few drinks,” Jisung announced. “We’ll be—oh, look, he’s asleep.”

You both turned your heels and opened the door, leaving Jeongin alone and in awe.

Once he knew that you both walked far away enough, he attempted to sit up, only to feel an ache between his legs.

Well, fuck, he got hard, and he didn’t realize how long he had this hard-on.

Naturally, he ran to the bathroom and tried to take care of it himself. Unnaturally, though, nothing seemed to work.

Minutes ago, Jeongin desperately pulled his shorts down and took his aching cock in his hand. Pumping it slowly, he attempted to relieve himself, humming lowly at the sensations it gave him. He knew that he had to get off before you and Jisung came back.

But he couldn’t.

His cock stayed hard, almost as if it didn’t want to release. He picked up his pace, his long and pretty fingers making their way up to the aching red tip, palming it sometimes, only to slam down to his sturdy and thick base. Jeongin even teased his balls, cupping them slightly before stroking his above-average length. His panting turned into moaning, and when he realized that he wasn’t even close to leaking, he started whining.

“Fuck, why can’t I…” Jeongin started to desperately thrust his hips into his hand, leaning his back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. He met eyes with his reflection in the big mirror in front of him.

Embarrassed at the look of his desperation, he tried to cum with the thought of it. Jeongin hated the thought of being watched right now or being walked right into. You and Jisung could come home drunk, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be embarrassed. You could come home anytime. He had every reason to worry, and he did, and it made him hornier — but he couldn’t quite cum yet.

He’s insanely comfortable with both of you, but to be caught masturbating by his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend feels leagues worse.

But maybe they both noticed how hard he had been since earlier. He was able to notice the tent under the comforter earlier, so what more is there with either of you? Jeongin started blushing in embarrassment, his ears turning red and the apples of his cheeks flushing shades of warm pink. He sniffled his nose at the warmth of the blood rushing through his veins.

The thoughts couldn’t stop running. Maybe you didn’t notice, though, since you and Jisung were so zoned in on each other earlier. He couldn’t forget the sultry look in your eyes, sending Jisung into a state of panic that Jeongin’s rarely seen before. He never saw his best friend seem so…small. He faltered under your touch so easily, the silly and tough guy persona leaving him for just a single moment. Jeongin remembered how he couldn’t breathe while watching you, his eyes eagerly following your pretty fingers as they danced their way across Jisung’s skin. You put your boyfriend in a trance, but Jeongin was caught in it too.

He wondered if you knew it. He wondered if he missed the way you both glanced at him and smiled.

This is wrong, Jeongin thought. This is wrong, he repeated in his head. “This is fucking wrong!” Jeongin said aloud, panicking yet still pumping his cock at an even faster pace.

He shut his eyes at the overwhelming sensations. It felt like he was being overstimulated despite not cumming yet — except he was; he was finally close to releasing, even leaking solid amounts of precum on the shower tile. He whimpered a string of curses under his breath, letting pathetic whines echo through the shower and the entire bathroom. He was beyond desperate, not caring for how he looked. He pulled his shirt up and bit the bunched fabric, drowning out his noises as the cold air hit his nipples. Jeongin could only focus on the rushes of ecstasy, the pleasure in the pain, the growing release, reaching the point of cumming, until he finally—

“Bro? Innie? You in there?”

Upon hearing the hurried knocks on the door, he pulled his shorts up and fixed himself. He didn’t cum. Instead, he took two breaths to compose himself and respond.

“Yeah! In the bathroom!”

“Oh okay. We’re gonna head to bed. Good night,  Yennie!” You greeted, pushing your slightly off-balanced Jisung onto the right side of the bed.

Jeongin slid his shorts down, not to continue but to stare at his red cock.

He tried to tap the side of it just to let it spill the pent-up cum that he failed to release.

Nothing happened. It remained hard and aching, but he couldn’t cum as if he’d gone back to square one.

Jeongin whispered through clenched teeth, “How am I supposed to sleep now?”

His walk back was fast yet laughable. He was glad that neither of you saw it since he awkwardly shuffled in his steps, practically jumping into his bed when he reached it.

Trying to hide his erection was one thing he could do, but sleeping with an angry dick felt like hell on earth for him.

He shut his eyes and tried to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the more he dozed off, the worse the pain got.

Jeongin tried to breathe deeply just to ease the ache in his cock, shifting positions so that he could feel more free under the covers. As it happened earlier, nothing worked, and he only felt more stuffy.

He hummed a lullaby in his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like a troubled fox that hadn’t known sleep. He sniffled like one too; his nose still flushed a reddish pink.

Giving up slightly, he carefully and slowly slid his hand down his shorts. His fingers reached his cock, and he had to bite a hiss back. It felt swollen even if it grew to its maximum size, and every single touch felt like fire coursing through his skin. Jeongin took his time to touch himself.

Just like you took your time to touch Jisung.

For some reason, his brain seemed to always want to circle back to the scene. You two had already dozed off, the alcohol in your systems wearing away in your sleep; Jeongin was the restless one about it. He was fixated on your deliberate movements, thinking about how your fingertips must’ve felt warm and ticklish for Jisung. He also couldn’t believe how easily compliant his best friend became. It was a side to him that was new yet interesting, one that Jeongin never knew he wanted to both see and feel for himself.

And why did he enjoy seeing that side of him?

He didn’t know if he wanted to be you or if he wanted to be Jisung, but fuck, he couldn’t help but replay the scene in his mind. It was everything he wanted: the intimate yet powerful touches, the gazes, the closeness, and the shamelessness.

All of it was so wrong.

Jeongin dug his head further into the plush fabric of his pillow. He was under stress yet pleasure, pain yet delectation. He teased his cock and the inner points of his thighs, strolling his fingers down to tease his ass and sliding back up to the overly sensitive tip.

And then he heard a kiss.

His ears perked up at the noise, prompting him to pause. He didn’t fully stop, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t look back at your end of the room, instead facing the closed curtains in front of him.

See? You’re already hallucinating and hearing things, he thought to himself.

And then he heard another kiss. And then another.

The smooching was slow and steady; it wasn’t obnoxious in sound, it wasn’t too wet, it didn’t sound forced. They weren’t too calculated but they sounded as warm as love would’ve felt. Passion burned through Jeongin’s nerves with each kiss of the lips. It was so quiet yet it thumped so loud in his ears, ringing throughout his system and echoing through his brain with the strongest reverb. His cock twitched from under the sheets, moving on its own.

Jeongin took the remaining courage he had and turned his head to face you. The ruffling and shuffling of the fabric made the kissing pause for a few solid seconds.

He opened his eyes slightly and, as expected, saw your body sprawled over Jisung’s, angled in such a way that it looked like natural sleep — except that your lips were attached to his.

The moment you both thought that Jeongin had fallen back to sleep, you picked up the pace. Soon enough, Jisung swiped his tongue across your mouth. His neediness was apparent with the way he persistently dug his face closer to yours, but you had the reigns. You took control with your slight bites and nibbles. At that point, you were straddling his hips, grinding ever so slightly on Jisung.

Jeongin could barely see anything but he could hear it.

Soon enough, Jisung pulled your body up and closer to his. He quietly insisted on making you drop your full weight on him. You kissed him passionately until you didn’t, your mouth left with his drool all over it. Licking it up, you started kissing outside his mouth, the perimeters of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the peaks of his cheeks, all the way up to his temples, and down to his neck.

He instinctively jutted his hips upwards, grinding on you from underneath. An apology nearly rolled off his tongue when you caught it, pecking the tip of his tongue and lightly sucking on his bottom lip after. That was when you did the same, fully rolling your hips onto his, making you moan into each other’s mouths.

At this point, Jeongin had shifted his body to the other side to watch. Neither of you seemed to notice — nor care, or so it seemed — which was his go signal to watch with half-opened eyes.

Like earlier, his eyes followed everything. From your hands making their way down to Jisung’s tiny waist, to Jisung himself cupping your breasts ever so softly: the boy watched it all in awe.

Nothing was helping Jeongin’s erection at all.

He started tearing up at the nearly unbearable ache. He needed release but he couldn’t have it even in embarrassing ways. Even then, he simply couldn’t stop watching as you pulled Jisung up. He pulled your shirt over your head as you threw his shirt aside as well. He helped you out of your shorts as you did on him, every single action needy and desperate yet equally as full of love. They seemed to only burn with the risk, whispering things Jeongin couldn’t understand onto each other’s skin. Maybe you were telling him to go slower, maybe he was telling you to be quieter. Maybe you both didn’t care and were teasing each other for it.

Maybe you were plotting. Nevertheless, the poor boy found himself subconsciously rutting on the pillow between his legs.

You positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs, his bare and firm length awaiting your warmth from beneath — finally being met with the plush walls of your pussy. You kissed him hungrily this time and Jisung responded with a shamelessly loud kiss back.

Like a fox, Jeongin could be prey. He salivated at the sight, something he saw in real life for the first time even if he shouldn’t have seen anything.

He straddled the pillow more harshly, wrapping his legs around it underneath the sheets. His lips twitched as he tried his absolute hardest not to moan. He wanted to match your pace with Jisung, but he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.

You could notice him anytime.

And you did.

“Innie,” Jisung spoke up, pulling away from the kiss with a dumb smile. He turned his head to face Jeongin. “Noona’s asking if you wanna come and join.”

You ruffled Jisung’s hair and kissed his head. “Good boy, told your friend as I asked you to.”

Jeongin couldn’t believe anything. A few silent breaths escaped his system.

He was caught. You laughed at his face in the middle of your kisses. You knew, Jisung knew, and Jeongin was the last to realize.

He simply fell silent and the dead air thickened as milliseconds turned into seconds. A minute almost ticked by, causing everything to break. Suddenly, this probably wasn’t a good idea for anybody. You and Jisung grew slightly nervous.

If only you knew how much Jeongin wanted to say yes.

“If you don’t…I-I’m sorry. We don’t…we didn’t mean to invade. Promise. Just forget it if you don’t want to, we’ll take care of ourselves privately…”

Jisung started holding you tighter. You calmed him with soothing circles on the nape of his neck, assuring him to wait for Jeongin. His best friend couldn’t reply. He was too stunned, making you feel guilty for suggesting the sudden invitation in your tipsy thoughts.

“I know we drank, but I promise we’re fine. We’re so sorry it’s so sudden. If you’re uncomfortable—”

“Yes, i-if it’s okay, may I join?”

You and Jisung widened your eyes at Jeongin. The boy was probably also only half-aware of what he was saying but you knew that he meant it.

“I should…be the one saying sorry.” Jeongin sat up from his bed, not minding his erection in full view. he did not need to be embarrassed at this point. “Not gonna lie, I-I’ve been watching you two since earlier.”

It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t feel jealous that his best friend was getting it on, nor did he envy that you were fucking his best friend right in front of him. It was longing; longing for whether he wanted to be either of you or to be the prey caught right in between.

“I just…w-wanted to be a part…of it…” Jeongin could feel a lump in his throat. His eyes got watery from half-shameless embarrassment and the pain in his cock.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You smiled gently and tapped the small space left on the bed. “Come join us, baby.”

Jeongin practically threw his comforter away to stand up. You giggled and the sensation of your body moving against Jisung made him whimper.

While waiting for Jeongin to settle, you turned to face Jisung, your wonderful boyfriend. You cupped his face with gentle hands and watched him smile, soft cheeks filling your palms.

He was excited. He’d been craving a threesome for a long while and he knew that you liked Jeongin enough for it.

You pecked his lips and rolled your hips back, allowing him to fill more of your cunt until he bottomed out. “You’re my good boy. This is your treat.”

“Mhmm, always gonna be noona’s good boy.” Jisung bit his lower lip with a shy smile. “Noona’s baby w-will be good all the time so we can always have this.”

You had to laugh. “Did you hear that, Innie? He wants to have this all the time.”

As you turned, though, you were greeted with the sight of a salivating boy, eyes trained on your pussy as his hand sat still at the base of his cock.

“Need help there?” you suggested, placing your hand around his.

With gentle tugs and feathery touches, you guided his hand up to the tip of his aching dick. You slotted your fingers between his and played with his smooth flesh. He had never had anything like this before and he was too shocked to move without you.

Too dumb to know how to use what’s his.

“A-ah, fuck, n-noona…” Jeongin’s hips jutted forward by instinct. Jisung mirrored the action, pressing his cock deep into your walls.

It wasn’t intentional but it was expected; you’re dealing with two needy guys after all.

“Good boy, you know what to call me already.” Your hand slid down his cock in the same way you moved your hips along your boyfriend’s cock. “You’ve been listening intently, huh?”

You squeezed Jeongin’s cock at his shaft. “Like a pervert?”

“N-no—” you squeezed harder. “Fuck! Yes, yes, I’ve been a pervert!”

You laughed and let go of him, only to slap him right where you left his touch. You clenched your cunt tightly around Jisung at the same time — the two boys moaned and writhed at the same time.

“I’ve been watching since earlier! I’m sorry, noona! M—fuck!” He was on the brink of tears. Precum leaked out of him again but he still couldn’t bring himself to release.

Smack. Smack. Smack. With each hit, he would cry harder. His chest heaved and the tears finally spilled at the fifth turn. Your boyfriend wasn’t suffering any less, though: his hands clung to your hips and tightened with every slap. He flinched even if he wasn’t at the receiving end of pain — or maybe he was since you couldn’t stop clenching and thrusting abruptly too. He started shaking, moaning in higher and higher pitches, the flinches turning into full-body writhing as he mumbled random things that only you understood.

He was close. You pressed down on Jisung’s chest as your thumb covered the hole in Jeongin’s cock, teasing him. Your boyfriend immediately came inside you and allowed all his cum to gush out in the smallest, prettiest series of thrusts.

Jeongin wished to cum that way, but you were literally blocking him.

He didn’t dare let go of you, though, and his shaky hands never left your hips and back. Instead, Jisung opted to stay still inside you. He brought his upper body closer to yours, whispering into the crook of your neck. Jeongin couldn’t hear it through his sniffling but was glad to hear you parrot it back.

“My good baby here said that you should treat noona well. Only then can you cum.”

Jisung hid his face in your skin but only popped his eyes out to watch his best friend. “Sorry, Innie. Please fuck noona well.”

Jeongin couldn’t believe that he had to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend with his cum inside her. Moreover, he couldn’t believe how much it turned him on even more.

“Think you can do it?” You asked with a smirk.

“Y-yes, noona.”

Not even one beat passed and Jisung propped you off of him, guiding you down on the bed. He gave Jeongin a pat on the back of his shoulder, a gesture he’d always done before.

Jisung kissed his cheek too before latching his lips onto your bare nipples for comfort.

Jisung sucked at your supple and plump skin while Jeongin positioned himself in between your pussy’s reddening lips. Even its exterior felt all sorts of soft to him, far from the quality of a silicone fleshlight. Despite this, he still knew that you would treat him like a stupid little fucktoy.

And you did.

You simply pushed Jeongin by his waist down onto your body. Suddenly his tip made its way inside, forced in with an overwhelming amount of ecstasy that Jeongin couldn’t take anymore. He still held back from cumming, breathing deeply and rapidly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He continued to cry as he sank himself further inside you, feeling the mixture of your smooth wetness and Jisung’s thick and creamy cum. It didn’t help that you were moaning so deliciously, roaming your hands around his waist, and Jisung was giggling and smiling contently while playing with your boobs.

It was all too much for Jeongin but he kept going. Your hand squeezes earlier were nothing compared to the grip of your cunt. Nevertheless, he did his best to pull back and push down to fill you up to your limit. He made sure to make you moan as soon as he found your sweet spot — he’s glad that Jisung pressed down on your skin.

“Noona, noona, fuck, god fuck…”

“She’s amazing right?” Your boyfriend smiled until his gums showed and his eyes crinkled.

“I better be,” you teased back.

He laughed in response, licking a heart shape on your nipple with his tongue. “Mhmm. I love my noona.”

“And I love my baby boy.” You signaled him with a finger to turn him around. Jisung showed you his ass and you tapped his round cheek, hitting the mole that cutely reflected his face mole. Before he knew it, you sank two fingers inside his ass.

“I’ll make you cum again, pretty boy. Show me how much you can cum with that pathetic little cunt of yours.” The words echoed through Jisung’s emptying head as he grew more and more in need. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was close anyway since his legs were closing and his ass seemed to clench nonstop.

“And Innie baby, please, show me how good you can make me cum.”

At this point, Jeongin truly only felt like he was good for cumming and making you cum. He mindlessly picked up his pace on your cunt, shocking you with how mind-numbingly fast he went. He grew completely desperate the more that he went, pressing every inch of your skin and moaning your name over and over. He was pathetic yet focused.

Jisung came, ass clenching around your fingers, but he couldn’t peel his gaze off the action.

He needed to cum as much as you did. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and your voice seemed to falter slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You didn’t even need to command him. Your boyfriend seemed to help the both of you too, playing with your clit with one hand whilst he praised his best friend endlessly.

“Innie,” you huffed, “Inside. please.”

Jeongin blinked hard, not holding back on his whines, screaming when he finally released inside you.

His cum gushed out with load after load after load. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop, and he never could bring himself to pull out. He simply collapsed on your side, his thick cock still sunken deep inside you. You came at the same time, moaning his sweet little nickname while you felt yourself gush your essence along with his release. Jisung watched the white, creamy cum leak out of you before bringing a finger to it just to taste it.

You all tasted fucking good.

“Oh shit. I’m dizzy.” Jisung plopped his head next to yours and clung to your other side.

Your boyfriend mumbled something about the soju being rough on him before he sleepily told you that he loved you. Jeongin thought that he would be knocked out solidly after, but felt whiplash as soon as Jisung kissed his cheek again and told him the same.

“Love you both. Thank you so, so, so…”

He instantly fell asleep, his face squished next to your cheek.

You laughed lowly and turned slightly toward Jeongin. You held his face with your free hand and stroked his chin. His eyes smiled along with his dimpled cheeks in pure contentment.

“Smile more, baby. Your dimples are cute.”

He blushed hard in response. “Thank you, noona. R-really. Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime.” You kissed his forehead and then his nose. “I love you, Innie.”

The boy melted at your words with a pretty, full-toothed grin. “I love you too, noona.”

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O.de as Your Boyfriend 💖

Bulleted list, fluff

Word Count: 1,798

Requested by anon

[A/n: Again, will say I am sorry about these taking forever to come out, I hope to have Jungsu’s out soon!]

Like Gunil, his Venus is in Cancer, but unlike him, his placement is in the eleventh house, like the two younger than him. Not only will this make him sentimental and doting, but it means he will find his love through a friendship or by friendship. It also means he's absolutely romantic and likes making movie-like memories with you. Making him an absolute sweetie. 

Anyhow– [I wish to mention that he has five Gemini placements and three cancer placements– I worry about him–]

When you first met Seungmin, you were hanging out with your two friends on a beach and needed a fourth person to participate in beach volleyball because two against one is never fun. You guys wait around for someone else to enter the beach when someone comes walking down the boardwalk. You yell out, “Hey would you like to play volleyball with us?” And he looks at his watch and goes, “Sure, why not!” The three of you quickly introduce yourselves, and he introduces himself as Seungmin. 

He quickly joins your team, and you end up winning two of the three sets and you high five, and your friends ask if he would be able to join you guys for the rest of your day, and he looks down at his watch before shaking his head again, “No, I have band practice to get to, but I’d like to do this again! Maybe I can invite my bandmates to play with us next time?” He suggests, and we all readily agree and trade-off of phone numbers. 

It wasn’t long again before you guys scheduled a beach day with the rest of his friends. You guys meet up at 10 am to get the best volleyball net and meet the rest of Xdinary Heroes. Which were the biggest awkward goofballs you’ve ever met. Gun-il decides to sit the first game out and be the scorekeeper. 

You guys make up your teams, and Seungmin immediately agrees to be on your team. And you know that the two of you have this in the bag, as long as your other teammates, Jooyeon and Jungsu, don’t fumble it for you two. 

You guys win the first game and think you have it in the bag this time and go easier just for Jooyeon to miss each ball thrown his way in the second game. For the third game, the four of you huddle up, “Alright, let’s make this game count, and Jooyeon… Please, at least hit one–” He rubs the back of his neck, “I’ll try.” The three of you sigh, “Okay,” before putting your hands in the middle and going, ‘Go team’! 

That third game, while Jooyeon was hitting them this time well, at least once every three times, it didn’t make it any easier when Gaon got good at spiking the ball. 

Your team lost, which meant the walk of shame to the beach bar to get everyone smoothies. Seungmin and you decide to sit it out, not wanting to face the fact that your team lost the last round. 

Jungsu trades Gun-il as a scorekeeper, and the two of you sit in front of the sea and start talking about the game and other things. 

That’s when your guy’s friendship officially formed and became unbreakable. 

From then on, it wasn’t only a beach hangout with all of your shared friends. It was going to BBQs together, with or without your guy’s now combined friend group. 

It would probably take a little while before you guys started falling in love with each other. While you both found the other attractive, it wouldn’t be enough for either of you to take each other out on an official date. 

Of course, your two friends would already know your feelings for him, and he knew those two were just the ones to ask if you had any semblance of feelings for him. As he had for you, they would tell him so you guys could be happily ever after. 

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It was one of the more rare occasions now that the boys have gained popularity that the nine of you could hold a game night together. 

Like always, Seungmin was on your team, and you two were obliterating the other seven in card games. Although Jiseok and Jooyeon weren’t far behind in points, you guys always had tricks [cards] up your sleeves. 

After being kicked out for cheating in the card games for the nth time, you two would head up to watch a movie together, and he would decide this was the perfect time. 

And that’s when he would ask you if you wanted to see a real movie in the theater with him. And you would go, “As in a date?” He nods shyly, still worried you didn’t feel the same way. You would immediately exclaim, “Yes!” Before wrapping him in a hug and spending the rest of the night together. Both of you, basking in the feeling that your feelings were mutual. 

He picks you up, and you two walk to the movie together and bump hands together a few times before he bravely grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers in his before you two swing them all the way there. 

Since he asked you out to the movies, he pays for the popcorn and drinks, and you pay for the snacks. The movie is good but cheesy. It makes you guys laugh as the two characters finally get together on the screen. 

He definitely pulls the fake yawn move and puts his arm behind you, and the two of you giggle at how cheesy you were being, as well. 

He is all for the cheesy romantic stuff; although he may not be as loud with it, he definitely enjoys it. 

When the movie finishes, you guys walk back to your house hand in hand, swinging your arms together while talking about the showing. And all the parts you liked about it. When you reach your house, neither of you wish for the night to end, but know it has to come to an end. He brushes your hair behind your ear. And before you can cower out of it, you plant a kiss on his lips.

And he melts away in his spot before he can melt away completely. He leans in and gives you another one. And while sparks and fireworks may not be the case for everyone, it was the case for you two. It felt absolutely right and downright magical. 

And when you go inside and watch him leave, he is dancing down the road, ready to tell the rest of the boys about his fantastic first date and first kiss with you. 

His love song is simple and sweet because on the second date, it rains, and he dances with you in it, and it’s, “Singing in the Rain.” And the two of you sang it together, and he felt like he was in a romantic movie, and that’s what he wanted. 

Now onto the dynamics:

Because your friend groups are friends, you definitely get teased by all of them. In any and all games, you’re always on the same team, or you guys will be scorekeepers, and you most likely hear the famous. “Seungmin and (Y/n) kissing in a tree,” song one too many times. 

But a few teasing songs don't bother you guys cause you guys win the games anyways. No, matter how competitive the others can get, especially if Hyeongjun is on your team, you guys are unbeatable. 

You guys probably don’t go to the beach as much, but to celebrate your anniversaries, you two head there or the movie theater where you guys had your first date. 

He used to like watching dramas and movies alone in the dorm, but he loves it when he can cuddle with you. And you guys watch, in silence aside, from a few laughs until the show/movie ends. And discuss what you guys saw, and it’s one of your favorite ways to end the week. 

If you ever spend a night before a schedule, you are also Jooyeon’s alarm. That’s one con to being Seungmin’s lover. He has to deal with the man who refuses to get up, and so do you. You are partners in crime, even if that crime is wanting to throw cold water on Jooyeon. 

[A/n: Weird space because t*mblr is fighting me tooth and nail so I can post this--]

As I’ve mentioned before, he isn’t loud with affection. But he can be teasing with it. He probably believes in the myth of an itchy nose that means you’re going to kiss a fool. He will totally rush up to you after he says the phrase and pepper you with kisses as you swat at him. 

It just means you got to get him back on that. And you do even if your nose isn’t itching.

He also is a bit of a nag, so if he starts nagging you on something: hug him, and he will close his mouth and snuggle right into you. “You know you still have to pick up your laundry after this, right?” 

“Yes, but shush, it’s hug time.” 

If he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it and bring it home, and that’s how he shows he cares in small ways. 

He loves writing songs about you, although due to their style of music, he can’t perform them on stage, so he performs them just for you. 

He loves holding you close to him at all times. He likes knowing you’re there, and it’s comforting to be in his arms. 

Sometimes he can be a tease and will kiss you before running off to another room, and you have to chase him for another. But you can’t do the same because he will catch you and kiss you twice. 

He loves spending Valentine’s Day with you. It’s one of his favorite holidays to spend with you. He will absolutely get the biggest chocolate heart for the two of you to share as you cuddle up to a cheesy romantic movie. With a few candles lit around the room, he wants to make it as romantic as possible. 

He’s a true romantic at heart, and when the time comes he shows it in big gestures like that. 

[I mean, we have all seen his posts for the member’s birthdays. They’re always so cute, thoughtful, and creative and bring up memories, and it’s just so sweet].

Absolutely loves taking photos with you, of you, and for you. He most definitely posts them to his private Instagram. He loves having things to look back on if he’s ever feeling down. 

He’s a softie. He may not always show it but make sure to show him the love he deserves, and please take care of him, okay?

[starryjeekies]

220909 ◇ stronger (jaemin) → fancam credit: lumiere dream / hdol

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ATEEZ REACTION: BOUDOIR PHOTOGRAPHY

AUTHOR’S NOTES — this is random, and unrequested ahshs. but i did get a lot of supportive responses when i posted about this idea the other day, so i decided i should post it! if you don’t know what boudoir photography is, i highly recommend you look it up so you can understand this post a lot better! ;)

hongjoong; is confused when you give him a large velvet wrapped book, but his eyes immediately go wide when he sees the pictures of you within. in every photograph you are posed so sensually, your curves highlighted so beautifully he has to keep himself from groaning at the sight of you. he’s hardening in his pants more and more with every photo he sees, and it all gets too much when he pushes the book aside to beckon you to sit on his lap.

“these pictures are all for me? i feel so honored to be the only one who gets to see you like that, and the only one who gets to have you.”

seonghwa; he’s shocked. he’s never seen you so seductive, the pictures capturing you with your body bent and stretched in ways that have his blood rushing south. every photo has him floored, and he just looks at you repeatedly with nothing but adoration in his eyes. sits in silence after seeing all the photos before he groans as he feels how constricted his pants have gotten.

“oh my god…baby, you…you are so fucking beautiful. look what you’ve done to me, i’m so hard right now, just from these pictures alone.”

yunho; he’s aware that you had these photos done beforehand, but that doesn’t prepare him in the slightest, his jaw going slack the moment he sets his gaze on the first photo. he’s convinced you put the most provocative picture first, and he’s cursing under his breath at the sight. the picture of you with your legs spread and nothing but a black thong to cover you has him throbbing. he’s not even concerned about the other photos, just stares at that one for a moment before his lust filled eyes find yours.

“you knew exactly what you were doing with this. fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot. how am i supposed to handle the rest of the photos when i’m already about to bust just from the first one?”

yeosang; looks over all the pictures in silence, his face stoic and giving away no hint to how he’s feeling. when he’s done, he smirks as his eyes linger over your body, the pictures of you playing through his mind. lifts an eyebrow while he uses a finger to motion you closer to him. you aren’t even aware of how hard he is until you straddle his lap, his erection brushing against your inner thighs.

“i love these pictures of you; you look incredible, love. but you know what i’d love more? if you’d pose for me like you did in the pictures right here, right now. show me all the positions, and let me see every angle.”

san; is curious when you tell him you have a surprise for him, and his curiosity grows when his phone dings with a message from you. he’s pressing the link immediately, and the moment the online gallery loads he’s inhaling and gripping the phone tightly. within his screen is a multitude of pictures of you, scantily clad in red lingerie, and your body in so many sensual positions. he’s whispering explicit words after each photo, and turning the phone to show you as if he really can’t believe that it was you in the photos.

“fuck, look at you. you’re so sexy, baby. how am i supposed to control myself when you show me pictures of you like this? god damn it, baby, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

mingi; he’s gripping his erection the whole time he’s looking through the photos, applying pressure to ease the ache. he’s so incredibly turned on by you, and by the way you look in the photos, your body bare and your intimate areas covered by a mere blanket. once he’s seen them all he’s begging you to touch him, to fuck him.

“baby, these pictures of you have me so fucking hard right now. please, i need you. need you right now.”

wooyoung; he’s impressed before he’s aroused. he’s gushing with compliments, zooming in on each photo to highlight his favorite parts, to praise you for how gorgeous you look or how beautiful your back arch is, or even how the shadows across your skin accentuate your curves. his eyes are going between the pictures and you, and every time his eyes land on you they’re filled with so much passion it makes you blush. he kisses you once he’s done, and the effect of the photos finally settle in. he’s laying you down on the bed and leaving a trail of kisses down your neck in the next moment.

“you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. you’re stunning, you’re sexy, and all mine. i’m so fucking in love with you, baby.”

jongho; he’s not sure what kind of portraits you said you were getting done, but pictures of you in lingerie and splayed out across a bed aren’t what he was expecting. he’s flabbergasted every time you show him a new photo, and he’s constantly stopping you to ask how in the world you came up with the idea to have these kinds of pictures taken. by the last photo he’s beginning to react, his blood rushing south until his pants start to feel too tight for comfort. he just stares at the photos before him, taking in the sight of you.

“i wasn’t prepared for this. i wasn’t expecting these photos of you. you’ve really surprised me, but god damn, i love it. makes me want to take photos of you like this myself.”

[starryjeekies]

Asmodeus

February Filth Fest - 7; demon fucking, somnophilia

group : ateez

pairing : demon!yeosang × reader

genre : smut, horror ?, fantasy

word count : 4.3 k

warning : mdni, smut; piv, fucking with a demon, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), dark themes, obsession ??, corruption ??, choking (sexy choking, not welcome to your funeral choking), breeding, risk play (pregnancy), squirting

a/n : i was so confused about what to write for yeosang's fff because initially i wanted to do smth like toys but idk it didn't really resonate with me ?? like for some reason i thought i could pick something more adventurous for yeosang. @rdiamond2727 said tentacle hentai (specifically the kraken seonghwa killed in symphony no.9) and i said go the fuck to hell

buy me coffee ?

You woke up with a jolt in cold sweats again.

A feeling of terror crawled up your skin as you coughed, throat feeling dry. Your eyes frantically looked around your dark room, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary but also wishing you wouldn't see anything popping up or out anywhere.

You've been waking up like that quite a lot of times this past two weeks and always in fear. But the thing is, you don't know what exactly it was you were afraid of. You had never had provlems sleeping in your room, it was your nest, you loved it so much. But lately it felt like something was in your room with you.

"I must be going crazy," muttering to yourself, you reached for your glass of water and gulped it down in an attempt to calm yourself down before going back to sleep. After putting your glass down on the nightstand, you scanned your room one more time, still feeling uneasy as if something was lurking but your eyes couldn't find anything (thankfully). So you simply laid back down on your bed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take you once again.

In your dream, you met the man that has beem visiting you in your subconscious plane. He was beautiful, dark hair, pale skin, and a birthmark under one of his eyes. He was mesmerizing and he was looking at you with so much affection. The beauty of the meadow was nothing compared to him. He was truly an art.

You walked closer to him and he reached out both hands for you to take, a gentle smile on his face as he brushed away a piece of hair from your face. "I've been wanting to ask if you wanted to be with me," he said with his deep, honey-like voice that made your knees almost buckled. Your hands automatically found purchase on his shoulders, pulling him close to you so that your faces were merely inches apart. "Of course I wanted to be with you," you said as you leaned close to connect your lips with his. Just as your lips were about to touch, you vividly felt the man's hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him with one hand tucked around your back and the other holding your leg on the side of his hips. You let out a shuddered breath when you felt the outline of his very hard cock pressing against your core, the hard appendage putting pressure on your clit just right. "Is this you telling me that you're giving me permission to make you mine? To take you however I please?" He confirmed, lips now grazing each other oh so teasingly and you couldn't help but squeaked out a 'yes!' and practically pounced on the man. Your lips melding as your bodies tangled on the ground. "Take me, Yeosang," you moaned into his lips, not realizing that your subconscious rendez-vous was making your physical body aroused.

Just as your consciousness drifted away, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Finally," the man breathed out shakily, taking a step closer towards your body that was laying down on your bed. Yeosang tugged his robe off, letting it pool on the floor.l to reveal his bare chest and low-hanging black trousers. Yeosang carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning his knees on either sides of your foot so he could tower over you. "You're mine, completely mine to use," he stated to himself, fingers clutching onto your blanket and tugging it off of you slowly as if he was doing a dramatic reveal of your body even to himself. Yeosang couldn't help but let out a shaky exhale when he was able to take your figure wholly and now with the chance of physically touching it.

Asmodeus was his demonic name but he hated it. He hated how people only see him as the Prince of Lust by calling him Asmodeus. So when he first visited your dream, unable to resist your sweet temptation, he was so close to devouring your subconscious form when you smiled happily and called him Yeosang. The innocence of your action and voice ironically caused his cock to twitch in his pants and ever since then, he made it his mission to have you give yourself to him and he will be patient. No matter how easily he could've just struck fear in you and forced you to surrender yourself to him, he didn't want that. For the first time ever, he wanted your devotion, he wanted your whole being and while it might have stemmed from him wanting to absolutely ruin you, the last thing he wanted was to actually destroy you.

With a gentle touch, Yeosang hooked his fingers on your sleep shorts and panties slowly. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed the lump in his throat as a string of slick appeared between your pussy and your cotton panties. It was almost immediate, but his resolve faltered and before he realized what he was doing, he was burying his face between your legs. It was hard for Yeosang to not just devour you completely, when his tongue dipped between your folds and he tasted you for the first time, his hands tightened on the flesh of your upper thighs in a vice as his hips rutted on your bed, seeking friction. A guttural groan escaped Yeosang's mouth and it sent vibrations straight to your cunt causing your body to involuntarily shift. Yeosang watched in delight when your legs spread wider open for him as your hips ground against his face. Your reaction served as a great motivator for Yeosang as he spread open your pussy lips with his thumbs and let his tongue flick your clit before dragging it down to dip at your hole. "Fuck," he moaned when he delivered a particularly harsh flick to your nub that made your hips jolted slightly.

Slowly, you regained consciousness. You didn't remember much but yoh remembered dreaming about Yeosang, about kissing him. Initially you thought that you woke up due to fearing something again as it was the only reason you could think of. But as yoh regained your consciousness, you suddenly felt a warm sensation creeping from your core and spreading to your whole body. The warmth was soon followed by pleasure as you began to realize that your room was filled with squelching sounds and that someone was between your legs, eating you out with tongue long and firm. Despite your confused state, you tried sitting up slightly to take a look but a hand shot up to hold you down by your stomach, causing you to gasp in surprise.

But it seemed like your surprise came too early because when you saw Yeosang lifting his head up from between your legs with a smirk on his face and chin wet with your arousal, you almost scrambled away. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let you go so easily, his grip was like a vice on you.

"Hello there, good for you to finally join me," he chuckled darkly. Your body froze in fear but at the same time, you couldn't help but clench at how sexy he looked. "Yeosang," you breathed out shakily, managing to call his name as you immediately recognized him. It was surreal because you were sure he was just a fragment of your imagination and nothing more. But when Yeosang groaned and accidentally humped on your leg as you called out his name, you couldn't deny that you found that so incredibly hot of him and it turned you on. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he breathed out as he slowly crawled up your body, revealing his milky white skin, his smooth pecs, and strong, bulging arms, it felt as if he was a predator and you're his prey, you felt small and intimidated just from the way his eyes were focused on you yet you couldn't help but get even wetter. "I'm so happy that you were willing to give yourself to me," his face was right on top of yours and his cold hand softly cupped your face. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest but you couldn't tell if it was from fear or arousal whichever it was, your legs instinctively snapped shut and it was only then you fully realized how wet you were, "Now, I'm making you mine," he said before crashing his lips on you.

You were caught by surprise, the impact sent you reeling back further into your pillow. While Yeosang's movements were both harsh and rash, his lips were soft and his touch was gentle on you. "What are you?" you asked, whispering against his lips in between kisses. Yeosang chuckled at your question, his lips slowly trailing down the side of your neck down to your collarbones, "I'm... the man of your dreams," you yelped when Yeosang bit into your shoulder in a teasing manner. Not satisfied with his answer, you whined and tried to push him off of you so you could look at him better. Yeosang's stomach churned and his hips twitched slightly when he saw you looking up at him with your bottom lip jutted forward and eyes glazed from sleep and confusion, "That didn't answer my question," your voice was small and low as if you were afraid to complain to him. And to be frank, if Yeosang were to focus on your scent, he could actually smell the fear out of you. But above that, your arousal is more prominent. When the scent hit his nose, his tongue tingled with your taste and he knew he had to make you his soon or else he'd go crazy.

So Yeosang pulled himself off of you momentarily, crawling backwards slightly to create space between you two (much to your disappointment). "I, my dear," you were suddenly pulled by both of your legs closer to him, your head left your pillow and instead resting directly on your sheets, "Am Asmodeus, Prince of Lust," with gentle, almost memory-engraving movements, Yeosang placed your legs on either side of him, "But to you," in a swift movement, he stuck two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a cry, "I am your King, Yeosang."

It was obvious that Yeosang was experienced and it wasn't just because he is the Prince of Lust, but it was because he seemed to know a great deal about how to make you weak without even trying. As one of his hands was preoccupied with pleasuring you, his free hand started taking himself out of the confines of his pants. You didn't even realize what he was doing until you felt him moving around under you as he was taking his pants off with one hand. Yeosang was barely pulling his pants down when you took ahold of the hand that was fingering you, surprising him. "Let me," you said, sounding a little braver now.

Tension filled the room, waiting for what to happen next. Slowly, you sat up the same time Yeosang pulled his fingers out of you which effectively made you feel empty but you decided that that didn't matter compared to what was anticipating you. Seeing you sitting up slightly, Yeosang stood on his knees towering over you with his bulky build. Your hands shook slightly as you reached for him, obviously intimidated because if what he said was true, then he was not a human being and you didn't even want to know what would happen if you fucked up. Little did you know, Yeosang could never think that you fucked something up, he absolutely worshipped the ground you walked on and it might sound weird especially since he was a demon and you were merely a mortal (or perishable according to his brother, Wooyoung), but the fact that you were so fragile was what made him so drawn to you in the first place.

"Don't be afraid," Your movements halted and your eyes snapped up to look at Yeosang, surprise on your face. "I'm as much as yours as you are mine," a shaky breath left your lips when Yeosang cupped your face in his big hands, his thumb gently caressing your bottom lip to soothe you. His words served as a great motivator for you as your movements became more sure. When your hands made contact with Yeosang's hips, he visibly shuddered and you couldn't believe how absolutely breathtaking he looked when his orbs turned from golden to red and how his milky white chest expanded when he took a breath. Nothing, though, nothing prepared you for the surprise that welcomed you when you pulled his trousers down and his cock sprung free, slapping his stomach with its tip angry red and leaking precum. He was massive, to say the least, hands down the biggest you've ever seen be it in real life or porn and you just know he knows how to use it. You had never felt attraction towards penises before as realistically speaking, it's still a penis and it's still weird looking but somehow when you saw Yeosang's, you just know you want it in your mouth.

"You're drooling," Yeosang chuckled. You blushed and swallowed the saliva that was accumulating in your mouth, embarrassed that Yeosang had caught you staring at his dick and getting so hungry over it. Though, he found it endearing, adorable even. He brought your face up to him, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss momentarily before detaching himself, "I know you want to have me in your mouth, but I'm claiming you first, okay?" he smiled.

In a flash, you couldn't even comprehend how it happened, but Yeosang had flipped you back onto your bed. You landed rather harshly so you were grateful for the cushioning. As you tried to make sense of the new position, Yeosang took his trousers completely off (allowing his cock to bounce and bob heavily with his every movement) and threw them somewhere he couldn't care for at that moment. He grabbed your right leg and placed it on his left shoulder, his lips trailing kisses from your calf to your ankle with his eyes closed, savouring the moment for himself as his other hand pulled your left leg to circle his taut waist. In this position, you could feel his bare cock pressing on your thigh and you surprised yourself when your back arched and hips rolled to have him graze against your cunt. "I've been waiting to have your body for so long, I fear I may not be able to hold myself back," he warned, eyes turning mockingly pitiful. You let out a whine when he bit the skin of your leg with his sharp canines though the pain merely made you clench your wet pussy. "Then don't hold back," you stated.

You could almost hear a switch being flicked in Yeosang as his grip tightened, on you and without doing much more than shifting his hips, he shoved himself halfway into your cunt without proper warning. If you think he was massive, now you DEFINITELY know that he was based on the aching pain in your cunt. It's not an exaggeration to say that it kind of felt like you were losing your virginity once again. So for the sake of the argument, let's just say you were losing your virginity whereas your virginity referred to being fucked by beings other than humans. "Fuck," you whimpered as tears dropped from your eyes when you squeezed them shut, the pain was rather too much for you as you didn't anticipate that it would be that bad. "You thought you could take me easily, didn't you, my ambitious little vixen?" Yeosang chuckled darkly, completely giddy from seeing your reaction to him. Your thighs shook when he tried to push in deeper and your body reeled backwards slightly, moving on its own to create a slight gap. "The pain will be over soon, I promise. I have to mould your little pussy with my cock first, okay? Can you hold on?" he asked, still in a mocking tone but his hands were caressing your legs as if to distract you from the pain he was inflicting. You know you could take him all in, you just needed time and put your trust in him. You wanted to answer but you found yourself unable to let noises out other than whimpers and cries so you simply nodded frantically to him.

It was rather torturous when Yeosang started moving, he pulled back first before pushing in slightly deeper than he had entered before. It was a tactic to make sure you both could progress without waiting too long. Because it was also torturous for Yeosang to pace himself and not just fuck you into oblivion especially when your cunt was gripping on him so tight and you felt so warm and you just looked so ethereal whilst taking his cock. You tried your best not to trash around and risk adding more pain to yourself, so to distract yourself, you held onto Yeosang's right hand on your left thigh as the other clenched onto your sheets. It was obvious that you didn't know how much you affected Yeosang as his muscles stiffened when he felt your hand reaching for him in an attempt to seek comfort. He was a demon for fuck's sake, what kind of a depraved human seeks comfort from a demon whose cock is fucking them? The best kind apparently. His.

The touch caused Yeosang to involuntarily thrust slightly deeper than he had intended and you could feel more pain than before. You yelped as more tears escaped from your clenched eyes and while it should've worried Yeosang, he only found you more beautiful as when you opened your eyes, they seemed like they were glittering.

Slowly, with every slow thrust Yeosang delivered, you felt yourself relaxing more and more and you felt your pleasure building soon you found your whimpers turning into moans and your cunt seeking more of him by grinding up. Yeosang smirked at the blatant display of need, it stroked his ego to see that you wanted him just as much (maybe slightly less, he assumed) as he wanted you. So he began thrusting harder. Your sopping cunt made obscene squelching noises each time he entered you, it was like you were sucking him in rather than him entering you and it felt amazing. The more you moaned, the more assured Yeosang became that you had gotten used to his dick inside you. "Shit, you're making it hard for me to control myself," Yeosang groaned as he started thrusting faster whilst simultaneously pressing his body onto you, widening your legs for him so he could press himself impossibly closer to you, effectively pushing the rest of him inside.

It wasn't until his cock was wholly inside you that you realized how thick and heavy it actually was. Your eyes rolled back into their sockets as your back arched, allowing the shirt you were still wearing to slip, revealing your bare breasts to Yeosang whom at the reveal simply wanted to suckle on them until they were raw. Your first orgasm came crashing down on you so abruptly, you hadn't had the chance to even realize you were cumming. Thighs shaking, hips rolling, and jaw slacking, it was like an opera to Yeosang who was transfixed at how you came from simply him filling you up. Although, the cherry on top was when you yelled out his name as your unravelled. No, you didn't use the name you gave him, the name that he held so preciously in his heart, but you called him Asmodeus. Never would Yeosang think that he'd love his name once again or even like his demon name as it was always tied to negativity and scrutiny. But the moment you called out to his demonic side, the moment you used it in a state of euphoria and pleasure, it felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. Which is both ironic and impossible.

The little bit of control left Yeosang's body seeing you come hard like that and before he could stop himself, he was pistoning his cock inside your sloppy cunt. You were barely done with your high when your core began buzzing with overstimulation. "Fuck!" Profanities started spitting out of your mouth when Yeosang shifted again, this time folding you in half, your right leg still on his left shoulder as his hands framed you on either side of your head. "You know," a powerfully thrust was delivered to your cunt so hard you could feel his balls slapping your ass, "I've never thanked you for giving me a name that I actually love," he smirked, pecking your lips gently, a complete 180 to they utter savage treatment he was giving your cunt. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he took your breath away (almost literally) when he folded both of your legs into your chest, his hands were placed on your knees as he towered over your bunched-up body yet again. His muscles flexed with every move and the moonlight was shining onto him so that you could see how angelic he looked even in such a position. You had your reservations about deities before, but Yeosang confirmed that he truly was the offspring of fallen angels because nothing would explain his beauty.

"As a thank you, how about I breed your greedy cunt and give you my babies?"

Words meant nothing as they almost fell on deaf ears from your overstimulation. What Yeosang said was barely computed in your brain when he resumed in abusing your pussy, now with a goal in mind. "Can I?" He managed out in between animalistic thrusts, "That way you'll be mine forever." You thought you had reached your maximum level of arousal but Yeosang's little suggestion pushed you over the edge and you felt like you were about to pop then and there. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, bind me to you forever Yeosang- Shit! Make me yours!" You cried out pathetically as your hands shot out, not realizing that you had grabbed his shoulder and his throat.

Yeosang's eyes darkened at your action, he could easily assume that you didn't even realize what you were doing like maybe it was just a one-time reflex, but to say that Yeosang didn't immediately notice that you had the potential of getting into some of the harder things he liked to do. And when you squeezed his neck in a response to him making your pussy feel so good, Yeosang's eyes rolled back and his hips stuttered slightly, almost halting due to the pleasure of having the oxygen minimalized from his lungs. Inadvertently, Yeosang pressed his own hands onto you which allowed you to experience the shortening of breath that Yeosang was experiencing.

Everything started to become too much. The animalistic pace, Yeosang's massive cock, the pressure on your body, and the lack of oxygen. Once again you found yourself getting close to climaxing, you could feel it at the very edge as adrenaline rushed straight to your head in anticipation of releasing again. Suddenly, you felt vibrations in your hand and it brought your focus to Yeosang who was growling. The hand that was gripping his neck was tightening so much that your fingernails dug into his smooth skin, red started surrounding the area and you even noticed some started to form wounds. "You're really trying to make me love you even more, aren't you?" Yeosang scoffed teasingly, making you realize that he actually liked you being rough with him.

All of a sudden your body froze, muscles tensing and your form growing rigid, your hands now gripping onto Yeosang incredibly hard that Yeosang verbally choked. Your brain felt fuzzy and you swore you blacked out momentarily when you came with a cry that fell deaf on your own ears. With Yeosang pressing onto your lower body, you started squirting, drenching Yeosang's toned stomach and lower region along with your sheets. It was the feeling of your juice splashing on him that made Yeosang came inside you as he promised. His eyes snapped shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you being filled by him, your juices mixing together inside you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes snapped shut, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cum endlessly filling you up to the point that he felt like it was resisting him slightly, trying to push his cock out of your warm cunt. While to you it simply meant that Yeosang came inside you and depending on demon biology it meant there's a chance you might get pregnant, for Yeosang, it meant that if any demons were to get close to you, they'll notice his scent on you and back off.

It took a while, but your limbs soon fell limp to your sides when Yeosang released you from his position by standing straight, still not wanting to pull out of you yet. You had passed out from the activity, your shirt sweaty and your chest rising and dropping slowly while your limbs were unmoving. Yeosang couldn't help but chuckle to himself, proud that he had picked the right person to claim but also proud of you that you were able to stand so long. His hand gently caressed your face, pushing some stray strands of hair away so he could admire your beauty wholly and when you nuzzled your cheek into his touch, he couldn't help but completely melt and fawn over you.

Now, how can he convince you to let him put his mark on you?

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pairing: tutor (????) yeo x student! reader (fem)

genre: college au, smut

summary: you call a man named yeosang who will supposedly help you with your studying habits.

w.c: 2k

warnings: soft dom! yeosang, sub! reader, auralism, daddy kink, praise, pet names, dirty talk, phone sex, use of a dildo/pocketpussy, mutual masterbation

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You were never particularly good at balancing several college classes at once. Your attention span was simply too short to remember about the countless assignments you had to get done in a timely manner and topics you were expected to be knowledgeable about. This led to your college advisor recommending you get a tutor before any of your grades slipped. It was a good idea, but there was one thing. Tutors cost money and the only money you did have was used to buy dino nuggets in bulk and albums for your Kpop shrine. You had your priorities straight, of course. 

“I don’t think I can afford a tutor, to be honest,” you admitted, emitting a soft laugh, as a way to comfort yourself. 

The college advisor waved her hand at you nonchalantly, smacking her lips as she chewed on a piece of gum. “Don’t worry, honey. There’s a nice professor here that would be willing to help you out.” 

Eyebrows raised, you leaned forward a bit. “Who?” 

With her eyes glued to her computer monitor, the woman mindlessly took out a business card from a case full of them and handed it to you, her jaw still moving incessantly, starting to distract you from the small text on the fancy-looking card. It was smooth to the touch, and all black with white lettering. 

Kang Yeosang, it read. Ph.D. Available for phone sessions Wed-Friday. 8pm - 12am. You turned the card around, finding his phone number along with a small red heart printed underneath it.

Nice touch. Hold up. Why was he available at such a late time? Maybe he was a night owl? It was still kind of odd, but you were desperate. 

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A few weeks went by and after one extremely long day at school, you went back to your dorm, did your homework and ate dinner as usual, leaving your essay halfway finished, not having the motivation or the brainpower to take it home. Maybe Professor Kang would be able to help you out. 

Around 10:50 pm, you laid down on your bed, already wearing your sleep t-shirt and nothing else, knowing you would probably head to sleep after you made the call. As you waited for him to pick up, you flipped the business card from back to front a few times, starting to zone out the longer you had to listen to the rings emitting from your phone. Maybe it was too late. He was probably already asleep. You suddenly bit your bottom lip, glancing over to look at the moon sitting inside the sky outside of your window. Was it weird that you were calling this late on a Friday? Would he take it wrong? Would you be against it if he did?

“Hi there, sweetheart,” a deep, slightly raspy voice said directly into your ear, making you lose your train of thought. “What can I do for you tonight?” 

“H-hi,” you replied in a small voice, your heart suddenly thumping away in your chest, a familiar warmth filling your core. The man barely greeted you and you were already reacting like this — though you weren’t used to people calling you sweetheart with a voice like his. “I was wondering if I could request a session with you. Only if you’re not busy, of course.” 

“I’m not busy at all, Miss. I’d be more than happy to help you.” Yeosang repositioned himself on his own bed, taking his glasses off and setting them on his nightstand. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.” You idly twirled a lock of hair around your finger, excited to hear him talk more in that smooth, velvety voice of his. 

“Cute.” He smiled to himself, resting a hand on his chest. “I’m Yeosang.” 

“Yeosang,” you repeated to yourself, liking the way it rolled off your tongue. 

He wet his lips with his tongue, bringing his phone a bit closer to his mouth. “Mm, I like the way it sounds when you say it.” 

Was he…flirting? 

“Oh, yeah?” you questioned boldly, your heart now beating so loudly inside your chest you were afraid he would hear it over the phone. “Should I say it again, then?” 

Were you…flirting? 

Yeosang bit into his bottom lip, his hand slowly sliding downwards. “Yeah, say it again for me, sweetheart. Let me hear that cute little voice of yours.” 

Not that you were complaining, but Yeosang hadn’t said a single thing related to studying or anything school-related, for that matter. Holy shit, did you accidentally call a sex hotline? Did your college advisor mix something up? Well, it’s not like it really mattered at this point. You were fully invested in seeing where this went. 

“Yeosang,” you purred, feeling your pussy pulse from saying it again, on a high just from waiting for his response. 

“Mm, you know what else I want to hear you say?” he asked, resting his hand over the half-hard bulge inside his pants. 

You took in a deep breath, your body feeling warmer by the second. “What?”

“Daddy,” he said in an even deeper tone than before, closing his eyes. “Now, let me hear you say it. Say it like you would if I was laying next to you in your bed right now.” 

“Daddy,” you said softly, squeezing your legs together. 

“Mmm.” Yeosang licked his lips, gripping the outline of his cock. “Tell Daddy what you’re wearing.” 

You looked down at your half-naked body, noticing that your nipples were already hard and poking through your thin t-shirt. “I only have a t-shirt on…”  

“Just a t-shirt? No panties or bra?” 

“Mm-hmm. I wanna be comfy,” you answered honestly, running one of your hands up past your ribs to grab at one of your tits. 

Yeosang leaned his head back into his pillow, imagining what you looked like inside his head. “Shit, then you’re going to be making a mess on your bed for me then, huh? How wet are you for me right now, Y/N?” 

Fuck, he was good. Too good. Did he do this with all his students? Or…clients? 

Knowing you were in too deep at this point to even consider stopping, you gingerly slid a hand down to your mound, slipping two fingers past your wet folds, and letting out an audible gasp. 

“What is it, baby? Is that pretty little pussy already soaked?” 

“Uh-huh, I’m really wet,” you exhaled into your phone, already pushing two fingers into your needy hole up to the hilt and scissoring them apart, moaning at the sensation. 

“Mm, you’re already playing with yourself for me, aren’t you, doll?” Hearing your small ‘mm-hmm’ made him smile to himself, slowly slipping his hand into sweatpants to grab his stiff cock. “Can Daddy play with himself too?” 

“Fuck, yes. I wanna hear the sounds you make, Daddy,” you replied, your voice coming out more whiny than you wanted it to. 

Jesus, you were cute. He usually didn’t feel excitement like this during his sessions, so this was going to be a night well spent. “Do you have a toy to fuck yourself with, baby?” 

“Yeah, hold on.” You reached down to open your nightstand drawer, pulling out the box you kept your toy inside and throwing it on the bed, before throwing yourself back onto it as well. “I’m back. I got it now.” 

Yeosang groaned into the phone, already sliding the tip of his aching cock into the tight hole of a pocket pussy. “Put it inside you, sweetheart. I want to hear you just as much as you want to hear me, so don’t hold back, okay?” 

“I won’t hold back, Daddy. I promise I’ll give you what you want.” You spread your legs apart, slowly pushing the head of the dildo into your pulsing cunt, moaning at the sensation of being stretched out. 

“Good girl. My cock feels good inside that tight little pussy of yours, doesn’t it?” he commented breathily, beginning to buck his hips upwards, fucking the cocksleeve with enthusiasm. 

Those two words sent you off the deep end. You grabbed the dildo with two hands and pushed it in and out of your dripping cunt, the loud, wet squelching sounds only encouraging you to fuck yourself faster. “Uh-huhhh, it feels really good, Daddy…!” 

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He grunted, sliding a hand up underneath his tank top to tweak one of his nipples, his back arching slightly. “You like being Daddy’s good girl? Are you taking Daddy’s cock like the good little girl you are?” 

"Yes, Daddy, I really like being your good girl," you whined, raising your hips slightly to shove the toy inside your tight cunt to the best of your ability, letting out harsh breaths. "I'm taking it so well, Daddy, I promise..."

"Mm, good. Your pussy feels really good on my cock, baby girl." He squeezed and flicked at his pebbled nipple, groaning loudly into your ear, thrusting into the pocket pussy at such a rapid rate, you could almost make out the sinful, wet sounds over the phone. "I'm going to cum inside this tight pussy of yours, baby, and fill you up to the fucking brim. You want it inside you, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, cum inside me, Daddy," you encouraged him in a small, breathy voice, unable to keep yourself from whining and mewling into the mic, your hands starting to cramp from how hard you were fucking yourself, the thick, ribbed dildo rubbing deliciously against your g-spot. "Fuck, fill me up, please!"

"Godddd, take my load, baby girl," Yeosang groaned out, his tone guttural and harsh, the sound coming out of his throat rather than his mouth.

"Thank you, Daddy, thank you," you whined, sounding like you were about to cry, which you were, to be fair, cumming so hard, you couldn't keep yourself from letting out small, high-pitched sobs.

"God, you're so fucking cute," he huffed, almost out of breath, sweat running down his face and neck, the heat inside his core about to overflow. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming. Cumming for you, baby." He ripped the cocksleeve off and slipped his hand up and down his slick, throbbing dick, letting out a loud, almost animalistic moan, spurts of cum landing on his lower abdomen and chest.

The both of you simply laid there with your limbs spread out, breathing heavily, your bodies and brains tingling from the rush of endorphins. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you cleared your throat, asking point blank, "Yeosang, what does the Ph.D stand for?” 

Yeosang sighed softly, turning on his side and closing his eyes, feeling satisfied. “Pretty huge dick. Do you need proof? I can send a picture, if you’d like."

You slammed a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. "So, you run a sex hotline, right?"

He chuckled to himself, wondering why you were pointing out the obvious. "Uh, yeah."

"I think I might've gotten the wrong number from someone, but it's cool..." You bit your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I really enjoyed...this."

"Me too, baby." Yeosang checked the stopwatch he had running in the background on his phone, calculating the cost of his time. Feeling bad, he closed the app, adding, "So, since you're a new customer, I think I'll let you have this session for free. How do you like the sound of that?"

"Wow, really? Thank you," you replied, smiling to yourself.

"So, did you want to go another round, baby?" he asked, licking his lips, rolling back onto his back, his cock already standing at attention. "I'm still thinking about those pretty moans you were making for me."

Biting your bottom lip, you slipped a hand back down to your cunt, almost shocked by how wet you still were. "Hurry up and give me your cock already, Yeo."

He groaned at the nickname you used, grabbing his cock again, ready to go again for the sake of hearing you whine and moan into his ear for another hour. "Spread that pussy open so I can fuck you good, baby."

Letting out a small moan, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was already nearing midnight. You were definitely not getting your essay done.

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reader x dom!yeosang

smut | nsfw | mdni

streamer!yeosang, dom!yeosang, being on camera (you make dirty vids for your bf), masturbation (m & f), toys, anal, edging, double penetration (dick and toy), unprotected sex, degradation (ys says whore once but degrading words are used about the reader in the naration), orgasm control, begging, squirting.

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

you decide to test your boyfriend's nerves while he's live streaming

[❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜ + ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜]

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Yeosang has had enough. He thinks as he locks his phone. He has to find an excuse to close down the live faster than usual because he can't take it anymore. He can't sit there to suffer to watch another one of the videos you've been sending him for the past two hours… 

It started out like a teasing just a video of you playing with your hair smiling to the camera. Something pretty innocent, to get your boyfriend’s attention. But it escalated quickly by the 6th video, you were two knuckles deep in your heat your arousal pooling out of you with long stretchy strings like a waterfall and coating your inner thighs. Yeosang was very careful to watch every video on mute but dear God how he wanted to hear you. Hear you pant under him as he replaced your fingers with his own and kissed the tears of overwhelming pleasure away as you came undone for him.

He couldn't stand anymore to vainly try to focus back on the game that he now regarded as the most dull and uninteresting activity while your simplest form occupied his mind. He felt like he could burst out of his pants at any second. Fighting the irrepressible idea to palm himself over his gray sweats only because he knew if he started he would be really unable to focus and lose every game.

But that was enough now he thought. He had suffered enough. For God’s sake he was working! He needed to somehow find a way to focus back on the live, make sure not to let a new sub or donation go by unnoticed and provide adequate commentary on the game. He was about to flip the phone screen down to shut you off but it vibrated again in his palm.

This time it was a call. A video call. He double checks the sound again making sure you're muted before picking up. It takes everything he has left in him to remain completely unfazed in front of the camera when he is greeted with your flushed face riding one of the toys he got you for valentines day. Wearing one of his official merch t-shirts, fingers tightly holding the hem and lifting the material up to make sure your boyfriend sees exactly how you ride the toy, occasionally letting one of your breasts jump into sigh before disappearing again behind the t-shirt.

You are sinful. Yeosang can't believe his lovely and adorable girlfriend would go to all these lengths just to make him suffer. To get his attention.

Thankfully he perfectly manages to keep his composure, as he watches you fuck yourself stupid on the dildo, cock straining against his jeans, precum seeping from the slit.

He sees you move your lips, speaking to him. but he can't hear. He can only imagine the sinful things slipping off your lips as you whore yourself out to the phone camera, lust  taking your mind over, pleasure forcing you into the headspace Yeosang has seen you go in so many times before.

But he was sick of watching through the tiny phone screen. He wanted to hear, he wanted to feel you.he wanted to testify with his own eyes what kind of depraved slut you were for him.

He hung up and in a couple of minutes he found a shitty ass excuse to turn off the stream. He jumped off his chair and walked with long strides to the bedroom. He passed his shirt over his head, leaving it in the hall. As he got closer to the bedroom he could hear you getting nearer, your moans already reaching a pitch he knew you could only manage when you were on the verge of coming undone.

When he barged in the room you jumped in surprise, head whipping in the direction of the sound, sweat dripping down your temples, glossy eyes fluttering close, lust pooling inside them.

“Did you cum yet?” he asked as he unzipped his pants. Urgency soaking his voice. He doesn't have the time for the preliminary dirty talk. He needs you. Now.

You shook your head.

"No" you started sheepishly. Like you weren't not splitting yourself open on camera a second ago. "Wanna cum with you" you managed to form these words with great effort, your walls gripping the purple silicon toy between your thighs.

 A wide satisfied smile spread on Yeosang’s lips. 

“Good girl” he praised as he pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go, stepping out of them and approaching the bed. He rubbed your cheeks with his  thumb. You rested your back against his chest as he climbed up the bed behind you.

“You really think you can tease me like this for hours and get away with it?” you whine in response as Yeosang slipped a hand under the oversized t-shirt. The doodle doberman logo folding under his hand fondling your breast.

“Yeo- hmm…sangie” you whined again letting the back of your head rest on his strong muscular shoulder, your trembling thighs barely holding you anymore.

“Did I tell you to stop? Keep riding it baby” Yeosang instructed as he pinched your sensitive nipple harden into a small bud. 

“Okay” you agreed, voice a mere shaky whisper as you felt him lay a firm hand between your shoulder blades, gently pushing you forward and down until your cheek was flat against the mattress and you had your ass up in the air. 

“Go ahead baby. Fuck yourself up for me” he voice was strained, low and commanding. The tone setting your soul ablaze.

You heard him spit in his hand and he started to jerk himself off. You went back to shake your hips on the toy, completely making the purple silicon disappear inside you to emerge back again while Yeosang watched from behind you, a sinful grin playing at his lips. He enjoyed seeing the dildo stretching your throbbing little cunt out, watching your perfect ass bounce up and down for him.

“What a mess you made” he commented, eyeing the long strings of arousal stretching between you and the toy coating your thighs and pussy all the way up to your ass.

“Yeosang please” you said out of breath. Your boyfriend understood you were asking for permission to cum.

“Not yet, baby. Not without me”

You stopped moving when you felt his hot tip glide across your wet skin, nesting itself between your right thigh and the toy, gathering the innommable mess you made and you felt him going up your cheeks. You gasped when you felt him poking at your rim.

“Looks like there room for me right there”

It took everything you had not to cum on the spot when you felt him push inside your hole. A long string of profanities slipping off his lips as he stretched you out to fit him perfectly. You felt him rub against the toy inside you, both competing to fill you up and Yeoang was undeniably winning at this game.

You felt a single sob shake your body when he fitted the last inch inside you. You’ve been edging yourself for hours now and you could just cry from the frustration of it all. You started to move up and down the toy again. You wanted only one thing. 

“Please fuck me Yeo” you aske, desperation dripping from every word.

Yeosang started right away, both hands wrapped around your waist to pull you on his length and push you off again. Snapping his hips into yours, the sound of wet skin clashing echoing in the room.

“That's what you wanted, huh?”

“Yessss” you cried. Angling your ass a little bit higher up to feel him even deeper inside you.

“Wanted my cock up your ass while you fuck yourself stupid like this?”

You only whined back, feeling Yeosang’s bruising grip onto your side as he went even faster.

“Are you satisfied? Are two dicks enough for my cock hungry whore of a girlfriend?” He growled. His veiny warm hands leaving your waist to wrap around your neck. His fingers pressing just the right amount at the right place to not restrict your breathing but enough to make you light headed.

Yeosang felt you clench your ass around him, every ring of it constricted him deliciously. Until he was also ready to cum for you.

“Please. Yeo” you whined again, barely able to hold yourself back anymore. At this pace and with this angle there was no way you could hold back any longer. And you knew it wasn’t a good idea to cum without permission. You suffered the consequences before and you knew after edging for this long you couldn't handle two more hours of overstimulation. Your boyfriend forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you couldn’t think, walk or talk.

“Now baby.” Yeosang grunted, feeling himself closer to his high than ever. “Cum on both cocks now.” He growled, deep voice pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave and took with it the last strand of sanity you had left. Completely ripping through your body as you shook under your boyfriend. Your asshole throbbing around him, gripping him so tightly he swore it could have snapped his dick in two.

“Thank you thank you thank you” you blurted mindlessly finally grasping something you’ve had in reach for hours, letting the bliss win over you as you felt your cum gush out of you like a waterfall completely soiling the bed beneath you but it didn’t matter to either of you. 

“Fuckkk baby” Yeosang grunted as he pulled out. Only having the time to pump his fist a couple of times on his hard and slick cock until he completely bursted all over you. Shooting thick white ropes of cum to decorate your pulsing gaping hole, dripping down onto your pussy still full with the purple toy, your asscheeks and some even crashing on the official merch t-shirt you were still wearing. 

Yeosang crashed next to you on the bed. While you lifted your hips, taking the toy out and kicking it over the edge of the bed. Your boyfriend wrapped his muscular arms around your waist.

“I had to cut the live short because of you” he started, still catching his breath. You chuckled in response. “So you’re sleeping on the wet spot”

“Hey!”

a/n: this is the poll winner! i hope you guys liked it! dont hesitate to tell me because i just love hearing from you guys okay ? <3

[starryjeekies]

[ 5:32am / lee minho ]

hi friends, this is my little piece for @neo-shitty’s 24/8 collab event! it was very nice to feel part of smth hehe, even if it took me longer than necessary to get this up. anyways. 5-6am. i hope you guys aren’t surprised with the little thing i chose to write hehehe 😌

genres: friendly neighbours to ‘this could probably definitely be something more’

warnings: none, methinks.

wc: 1.6k (rounded up)

taglist: @hyuneytoast @violixs @dalkom-han @speckled-sunshine @peachy-yabbayy @smrutiisiva-13 @lixesque

the world, asleep, seemed so quiet. an entirely different being to what it was in the day. breeze after breeze kiss your cheek, brisk and cold and unforgiving.

that’s what you get, you suppose, for waking up at 5am and standing on the roof of your apartment building.

the city below you was barely showing signs of life. streetlights were still bright, constellated into a map of the many roads that made up your home. there were few windows in the apartment buildings around yours that were lit. people, silhouetted against their closed curtains, could be seen starting their day - by choice or by requirement, you didn’t know.

you hear the metalic creak of the door hehind you opening, and a hiss as the cold hits the newcomer. as they near you, you turn your head, and you’re greeted with the smell of hot chocolate.

“you’re insane,” minho says, his brows furrowed against the cold. he’s bathed in the blue of early morning and the shadow of his hooded jacket. his breath is visible before him momentarily before it fades away. “it’s freezing and you’re standing there like you’re immune. i can’t believe you do this every day.”

not every day, you want to protest, but you know by now how futile it would be.

so instead, you take a hot chocolate from him. “did you make this yourself?”

“yep. using the instant powder.” he takes a sip of his own, struggling against the hotness of it. a painful gulp later, he nods affirmatively. “tastes cafe made, i must say.”

with a scoff of laughter, you turn back to the cityscape. warmth seeps from the cup into your fingers, and you imagine it travelling up your arms and warming up your body.

the sky was still dark, it’s blue hues deep and lonely, waiting for the warmth of sunrise. clouds littered the sky; you had gone to sleep to the sound of rain, it’s calming pitter-patter leaving you worried that the plans you had for the following morning would be unachievable.

for the first time since moving in, you had run into minho while returning from enjoying the early morning sky. he had been about to leave for his morning run - a crazy idea, you had informed him, to have anytime before 7am, but he had refuted that you were doing something quite similar.

“and why are you returning home at this time? don’t tell me-” he had wriggled his brows, his meaning clear in the way his lips lifted into a grin and his eyes sparkled with tease.

“no, of course- of course not! i’d at least be dressed better, if that was the case,” you replied, gesturing down at your layers of sweaters and jackets. “no, i was- looking at the stars.”

your neighbour had frozen at those words, his face furrowed in confusion. “…at this time?”

“some things are only viewable at certain times,” you had explained. “I’ll show you sometime, if you want.”

minho had nodded his head slowly, contemplation on his face. “sounds like a date?”

and although you had rolled your eyes, bidding him farewell as you entered back into the warmth and comfort of your apartment, you stood here with him now.

“so... anything in particular that we’re looking for?” minho moves to stand next to you, elbows on the railing and hot chocolate held securely over the street below. “i can see the stars, but they don’t look any different to how they do most nights.”

indeed, the stars twinkled above, and minho was right. they didn’t look too different to how they did the last time you were up here.

but then again, you thought, wasn’t that the beauty of it? of most things? that they look the same, that they don’t seem to change, and yet people are still so drawn to them?

“did you know that some of these stars are planets?”

“is this a pop quiz?”

ignoring minho’s deadpan expression, you scan the sky for the brightest star.

“do you see that one? the one that’s really bright-” you freeze, glancing over at your companion to find his attention trained on the ground. you whack his arm. “stop pointing at the streetlight!”

feigning hurt, minho rubs his arm as he pouts at you. his eyes quickly turn skyward, however, and follows where your finger is pointed to.

“yeah, i see it.” he pauses, and you imagine him squinting at the star. “it really is bright.”

a small thrill fills your chest - something about sharing the things you know and the things you love with someone always made you happy, no matter the time of day. “that’s venus!”

the joy must have been plainly obvious in your voice, for minho turns to you with a slight smile on his lips, his brows creased in the middle, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to make of your excited tone.

biting the inside of your cheek, you mumble an apology.

“no,” minho shakes his head. “don’t apologise. that was surprisingly endearing.”

he says it so casually, so effortlessly, as if he was simply commenting about the colour of the sky.

you gulp, scanning the windows in the building opposite for something to focus on. “’surprisingly’? what’s that supposed to mean?” you mumble. he probably didn't mean anything by it, you knew,

you aren't sure if he had heard your words or not, for he sniffles and shakes his head vigourously , as if such an act could ward off the cold.

"so, venus, huh? the planet? that's... pretty cool. who'd have known that you could see the planets from here." minho turns, his back now against the railing and head tilted up at the sky. the hood of his padded jacket falls back and his hair blows about. he raises a hand, pushing it back.

it was a futile thing, for the wind blew it back into a mess, but something about the gesture makes your stomach flip, and you turn back to the sky.

a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and your ears finally hear past the wind, zoning in on the sound of cars below. people really are starting their day at this hour, and yet you and your neighbour are still watching the night sky - or, the early morning sky, really.

"so?"

“…so?”

“well…?” minho starts, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “continue to dazzle me with your facts - that is, on the assumption that you have more facts about the stars.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, all too aware that minho's eyes were trained on you, his head slightly tilted away from the sky.

when you turn to glance at him in return, he nods encouragingly.

and so you dazzle him.

minho stands silently next to you, nodding and humming as you feed him information about the sky. he listens attentively the entire time, asking questions when you seemed out of things to say, and following your finger as you point different things out to him.

“….and, although you insisted, i really think i’m rambling,” you mumble, the words followed by a nervous laugh.

minho turns to you with a confused smile, eyes bright. “and you can keep going, you know. i like hearing you-”

“the sun’s about to rise.”

you couldn’t let him finish that sentence. why? you weren’t even sure. but the way your ears were starting to ring and your stomach was feeling like you were standing on the edge of this roof with no railing… it was scary.

the good kind of scary, you knew, but scary nontheless.

minho’s face falls briefly, and he regains his composure so quickly thatyou almsot think you must have been seeing things. he looks away, looks to your left, where the sky was slowly starting to brighten.

“huh.”

it’s all he says, and you instantly regret cutting him off.

“well,” minho opens and closes his mouth, and when he speaks, the hesitance is almost inaudible in his voice. “if sunrise is soon, why… don’t I go grab us some food, and we can watch the sunrise together?”

ah, maybe you hadn’t overstepped a line. the regret and anxiety in your stomach eases.

you turn to him, brow raised and lips trying to fight off a grin, the cause of which you barely even knew yourself. “weren’t you just complaining a few minutes ago about how cold and unbearable it was up here?”

he raises his hands in defense. “well, i never said it was unbearable. maybe the company really makes the difference.”

“why,” you gasp, hand splayed dramatically against your chest. “i’m honoured to be called good company.”

minho shakes his head, chuckling so lightly you might have missed it had the hood of your jacket been pulled tight around your ears. with a start, he pushes himself up off the railings and starts backing away, towards the door. “I’ll see you back out here in fifteen?”

you nod as he reaches the door, your chest warm. as he turns back around, the sound of morning birds reaches your ears for the first time that day. you were almost certain that if you turned towards the eastern horizon and stripped away the cityscape, the familiar oranges of sunrise would be visible.

“it almost sounds like a date,” you manage, your ears suddenly warmer than they were before.

a twinkle in his eye, minho grins at you from the door.

“almost,” he says teasingly, before slipping away.

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thank you for reading! please remember that comment/feedback and reblogs are much appreciated. much love, always <3

[starryjeekies]

sunday morning - h.js

i woke up feeling soft as fuck for han so this lil blurb was birthed. i am so down bad for bf han. . .

thank you so much to everyone that read and interacted with my first hyunjin imagine!! i hope you enjoy this one as well :3 i want to write more on this blog so feel free to send in any requests/thoughts ab the members!! hard/soft thought, mtl, etc. are all welcome :3

wc: 974

pairing: fem!reader x idol!han ft. bbama!!

genre: tooth rotting fluff af

warnings: food

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The distant sound of slippers padding across your hardwood floor and accompanying click clacks stirred you out of your slumber. Glancing up at the clock without moving, the clock read 9:50am. It was rare that Jisung woke up before you, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

“Go, Bbama! Jump on y/n!” You heard Jisung whisper shout from down the hall. Smiling softly, you wrapped the plush white comforter tighter around yourself, pretending to still be asleep to humor your boyfriend. 

At Jisung command, you heard Bbama’s clattering quicken until you felt the cuddly dog on top of you, licking at your face with no remorse. You pretended to jolt in surprise before embracing Bbama and kissing the puppy all over. 

“Good morning, little cotton swab,” you cooed scratching the dog’s belly, making it melt into you. “And good morning, handsome. I didn’t think you’d be up so early.” 

You stretched your arms out to make grabby hands at your boyfriend who was leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, the in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants adorning his body making you go wild even this early in the morning. His at-home attire paired with his “messy” hair made you want to wrap him up under the covers with you. 

Pushing off the doorframe, Jisung made himself comfortable on the side Bbama wasn’t taking residence, gathering you up in your arms as you both watched the white fluff ball squirm excitedly. 

“Look at that,” Jisung said softly. “My two babies!” 

You giggled, slapping his chest lightly. You relaxed into Jisung’s hold, his strong arms wrapped around you while you closed your eyes, your head resting against his firm chest. The morning sun shone through your wide window, illuminating the space you shared with the love of your life. You let the warmth wash over you, sighing in content at the feeling of your boyfriend behind you. 

Without a word, you pulled Jisung’s head down so his lips would meet yours. The kiss was slow, allowing you to feel every movement of his lips on yours. As cliché as it sounded, you felt the world stop whenever you kissed Jisung like this, slow, steady, and unafraid of him disappearing in your arms. Jisung always felt like a dream, the only difference being you never had to wake up.

Being with Jisung wasn’t always easy. At first, there were rocky moments in which Jisung would fail to meet your needs. He used to come home just in time to see your eyes flutter closed for the night, making him so mad at himself for getting carried away with Chan at the studio after hours. Or the times that you were offended that Jisung never invited you to the dorms. You knew better to be jealous of the members because his love for them will always be different than his love for you, but you couldn’t help but feel like Jisung was embarrassed of you or that he didn’t hold you in high enough regard to be around some of the most important people in his life.

Over time and with work, however, these conflicts shrunk and eventually dissolved into nothing. Now here you were, enjoying a slow morning with the man of your dreams. Being with Jisung always felt different compared to your past partners. No one had ever made you feel so safe the way he does. Even when he’s far away or busy with his hectic schedules, you never felt his absence.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head, princess,” Jisung mumbled, pulling away to kiss the top of your head. You were so beautiful, he thought, with your disheveled hair and wide eyes looking up at him. 

“I’m hungry,” You groaned, thrashing your head around so much you could feel Jisung’s rumble in his chest when he laughed at your movements. 

“Good thing I made my specialty!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, pushing you slightly off of him to stand on his feet. At his movement, Bbama jumped up and ran in circles at Jisung’s feet. “Potatoes, eggs, and chicken breast!” 

You stifle your laugh at his choice of breakfast but he had been working out more so what did you really expect? After all, chicken breast is a great source of protein. 

“Do you think it’s too late to have breakfast at Minho’s dorm?” You asked jokingly, wiping the remaining sleep out of your eyes and following him to the kitchen. 

When you finally reached the kitchen, there were no potatoes, eggs, and chicken breast, but rather stacks of pancakes accompanied by a toppings bar lined up on the counter. 

“Something sweet for my honey,” Jisung said, handing you a plate with three pancakes on it. 

“You’re such a cheeseball, Ji,” You jokingly whined, snatching the plate from him. Planting a loud, wet kiss on his cheek as a distraction, your other hand reached to the bowl of Cool Whip behind you and smeared it across his other cheek. 

“Yah!” He exclaimed, feeling the cold substance on his face. You quickly placed your plate down before attempting to run out of the kitchen. 

You weren’t fast enough, however, because before you could make it past the threshold, two strong arms wrapped around you and spun you around. Jisung retaliated by coating his lips in Cool Whip, planting sweet kisses all over your cheeks and nose. Bbama ran in circles around the two of you, confused at the chaos but also feeling slightly left out. 

You both cooled down at your kitchen table, still giggling like children. Between giggles, you shared kisses with Jisung. Your kisses tasted like strawberries, cream, and Nutella, the sweetest kind of kisses. Jisung swore he saw a sparkle in your eyes when you looked up at him, and so long as that sparkle never faded, he knew that you were his forever. 

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thank you so much for reading!! please like, comment, reblog, or shoot me an ask if you liked it!!

[starryjeekies]

Hi! I just read three of your E’Last and Omega X scenarios and died 😵‍💫

This might be a dumb question but in your OX dom/sub post, in Junghoon’s part you mentioned something of a daddy kink and with the way you formulated that and mentioned Yechan, I was wondering if that’s based on something they said/hinted at or if it’s just something you think Yechan would say and Junghoon would be into? (I hope that question makes sense)

Hi there friend!!

Ah, yes, daddy Junghoon. I formulated that because during the OX tour, he kept referring to himself as "Daddy Junghoon" when introducing himself at concerts. I went to the Chicago date and he, again, called himself "Daddy Junghoon". With Yechan being the other member who speaks English fluently (as well as Yechan has major baby brother/teasing energy) I don't doubt that Yechan told Junghoon to call himself "daddy" as we are baby (since poaegi translates into "for baby").

So all in all, I think it's more of a joke than anything but hey I'm going with it. I think the members who would actually have a daddy kink would be Sebin and Hyuk tbh.

[starryjeekies]

Hi hun, glad to see you back. Hopefully the meds are back on track and working good for you💖💖

I do have a question, do you write for any group or just the ones listed on you’re masterlist?

Mainly just the ones on my masterlist however I can write for any group that I stan! I find it easier to write for groups I know so I can more accurately get ideas for any propmpts. I'll link my carrd so you can see who all I stan ^^

[starryjeekies]

221123 ♡ O.de

[starryjeekies]

[𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲: 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯] 𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨; 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 | 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 - 𝟮:𝟭𝟰 𝗮.𝗺.

As Jisung headed back to his shared apartment, exhausted after a long day of producing, writing, practicing, and then more producing, he found his mind drifting back to a ridiculously cheesy question that Changbin had asked while the three of them were thinking of lyric ideas.

“Was there ever a moment in your life when you wanted time to stop?”

Keep reading

[starryjeekies]

so did you weep dramatically after reading the description and lyrics to begin by yoojung or are you straight

[starryjeekies]

nah but they really went "alright we'll all be students...except kyubin. he's too old. nobody will believe that. teacher."

[starryjeekies]

rie: because (2022) — in the end, we become one. call me by your name.