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[essenteez]

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 || yunho

"falling in love with your best friend feels like eighth deadly sin."

"And if you really think that it's an obsession, don't worry." He spoke again, this time his voice was hoarse as he struggled to speak, his thumb and eyes now wandering around your half opened lips. "I'll take all of it."

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : You made a tough decision that left you absolutely devastated. Falling in love with your best friend was unacceptable. You got to leave. The method was slowly vanishing from Yunho's life until he would get used to your abstance. Deep down, a voice kept telling you it was the right choice. However, Yunho never meant to let you go as he stood in your door on one rainy spring evening, demanding an explanation.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Yunho × (f)reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Angst, smut

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit language, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), tongue fuck, anal fingering, ass smacking, missionary, deep penetration, pet names

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6k

Is it possible to feel like your decision, at the same time, is the best and the worst? As if you’re attempting to go both ways, feeling like your body is ripping apart.

You asked some of your friends about it, desperate for a helpful answer.

"Depends.'' they always shrugged, which only meant they had the same idea about it as you did. Read as none.

In the beginning, you thought your approach to the problem would be the best solution for both him and yourself. However, the more time had passed, the more it all felt like the most fanciful of tortures.

Nothing had happened between you two, nothing deep enough that you could hold on to. So why, why did you keep failing to convince yourself that everything you went through was for the best. Was it because of guilt that was eating you alive whenever he looked hurt by the distance you had been widening for the past four months? Or because that was a normal reaction after sacrificing something important for a better cause? You were doing that for both of you, especially for him. Your intentions were good. Why wasn't it working?

And now there you were, completely frozen, face to face with him in the late spring evening as he suddenly banged on your door, ten minutes after you ignored his text once more.

You were now staring at the upset man in front of you. Due to shock, you couldn't look away. You allowed his eyes to burn into you.

He was drenched from the pouring rain outside, standing at your door that you should've never opened. His expression and posture reminded you of a wild animal that was about to attack you.

Your hand trembled on the knob as you contemplated slamming the door in his stoic but serious face. All you wanted to do was crawl under your bedsheets to hide for the rest of your miserable life.

You were wrong from the very beginning. You didn't put on any sacrifice. You've been running away like a coward, and at that very moment, you were about to receive your punishment.

"We need to talk, don't you think?" The jaw muscles tensing up under his skin as he almost hissed the words out.

You had to get away from him, as far as possible. Far away, so it was easier for you to breathe again. It was time to dig through the long list of excuses that, to be honest, you were running out of.

"I was actually getting ready to leave for a night out with girls, so can we…"

His index finger pointed in your face, which stopped you from continuing the poor act.

"This is the only chance I'm giving you to explain what's happening, (y/n). If you close this fucking door on me…" he hesitated but the power in his voice didn't weakened, "you'll never see me again."

The breath abruptly left your lungs. You swore your heart stopped for a second just to restart its beating with double the speed. You heard your blood pumping in your veins as the inner panic unleashed from his words that were like a magic spell.

There was no bluff in his words. He didn't mean to scare you, despite him knowing you were vulnerable for empty threats like that. The warning was absolutely backed up. You could see it by the way he stood there before you, how he clenched his fists, the way he looked at you with devouring anger in his brown eyes.

No doubt, you crossed all possible lines. And you had no idea how to handle the consequences. You knew one thing, you'd rather die than never see him again.

"What do you mean?" You still tried, wishfully thinking he spoke about something else.

No answer came your way. He simply passed you by and stormed inside your apartment. You were too scared to protest, not after the eyes he gave you before walking in.

You slowly closed the door, in need of every second to gather all the shreds of courage you had in you. There wasn't much.

Somewhat ready to get eaten alive by the unbearable remorse, you finally turned around. However, he disappeared from your eyes' reach.

"Yunho…"

"You still have some of those spare clothes I left once after a party?" He yelled from what you realized was your bedroom. "I'm totally soaked."

The last thing you cared about now was wet stains on your wooden floor, spreading from the door through the living room up to your bedroom and glistening in the weak lamp light.

You couldn't form a word, every sound was caged in your throat. The anxiety began its biggest harvest inside you. You felt all the strength leaving your body. All you could muster up was standing on your two feet in the middle of your living room, and that alone was impressive in your current state.

You were registering his steps in the other room. Yunho walked into the bathroom to get rid of the wet clothes. He spoke to himself about how nice that the dryer was there. Then he reentered the bedroom and next you heard nothing but his loud sighs.

"Come here." His voice had little volume to it, but the depth of its tone resonated in your ears and echoed in your whole being. The command was crystal clear and sent a set of sharp shivers down your spine.

You let your feet lead you to the doorframe of your room. However, you stopped them there.

He was sitting on your bed, aggressively rubbing the towel on his wet hair. He wore his plain black T–shirt and pair of gray sweatpants you stored in your drawer after he forgot it months ago. He looked like he had just walked out of the shower.

"Do you hate me?" He asked suddenly, still not looking at you. "Maybe I scared you with something I said or did?"

You wanted to refuse, feeling your heart cracking even more, but no sound left your dry mouth.

He, on the other hand, had a lot to say.

"Did I do something wrong, hmm? Cause I've spent three months going back and forth to all our meetings, and I genuinely don't know what that would be." He laughed bitterly, still drying his thick black hair.

You felt like shrinking while the guilt that kept growing towered over you unforgivably. You had seen Yunho angry before but never at you. Why were you so stupid to think it would never reach you after all you had done?

A tint of sadness invaded his chords, "You suddenly started to avoid me, mumble something under your nose instead of answering me, or you have been straight up ignoring me. You don't pick up my calls or respond to my texts and if you do it's always the same shit 'I'm busy, will call you later' which is bullshit cause you never do, (y/n)."

The tears showed up in your eyes, and you bit your lip to stop them from pouring out like a tidal wave.

He noticed it. The hand with a towel dropped on his legs.

"I don't know, did someone tell you we can't be friends or make you feel bad about it?"

Yes. Me. You cried inside your jumbled mind.

"No." You uttered, swallowing your tears.

"Then what?" He urged, aggressively tossing the towel aside after he turned it into a damp ball. Now, all his attention was paid to you, and you felt bare under his eyes.

"I don't know what to tell you." You whispered, the lump in your throat only grew.

"The truth, (y/n)." He begged. "If you don't want to be friends anymore, then fine, I can't force you. But after all this time and memories we've made, I think I deserve to hear a reason behind your decision. Not to mention everything was fine 'till Hongjoong's birthday."

Him, now linking the dots, made you feel as icy needles ruched in your blood, tearing your veins.

Something did happen at your friend's birthday party. One innocent game, alcohol untying people's mouths, and you ended up begging God to help you erase that night from your head.

You thought you kept your composure after drunk Bona spilled her crush on your best friend. This one sentence that she sang toward him smashed the glass of denial and released all the spirits of truth. The realization hit you like thunder, and the effects never left with time.

After that, you slowly, nor drastically, began walking away. Your behavior should not have been seen as related to that party's events.

If it was so clear to Yunho, was it obvious to everybody else?

Although he was right.

What were you thinking? It is Yunho, we're talking about. He would never leave a problem untouched when he saw one. There was nowhere to run and hide now, and it never had been.

You reached your hand to the light switch and let the room get embraced by darkness. There was no option for him to see the shame on your face when you would be telling him the issue that tormented both of you.

He didn't say anything, handing you the mic.

You walked inside the room and slid to the wall, calling on it for support. You were placed in front of him but at a safe but far distance.

"I love you." You confessed, shaking like a leaf. "I don't know what is happening, but I know I want you so much. Every inch of me craves for you, and I lost all control over my own self when it comes to you to the point I can't sleep at night, eat, or think straight. I've never felt like this before, about anyone. And we're best friends. I have no right…" The guilt caged your voice.

The silence on his side was crushing. That was the end. You had nothing to lose.

You took a deep breath, "That's why I've avoided you and purposely ignored you. I have to stay away, Yunho. For both of our sakes."

You heard him taking a few deep breaths.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Somehow, his voice bore the accusation.

"I was scared of rejection." You chuckled at your miserable position. "The girls laughed that I sounded absolutely obsessed when I told them about this. They said they were only joking, but I started wondering and got scared. What if I am? You asked if you scared me with something. You didn't. I'm scared of myself. Because…no one sane acts like that. No one sane falls in love with their friend."

As you finished the confession, you dared to look his way. Your eyes got used to the dark, and you managed to see his darkened features.

The left side of his face was slightly illuminated by the dim light coming from the living room. You were watched intensively as he was eyeing you up.

His upper body was leaned forward, his arms resting on his spread knees. He looked…disappointed? Angry? You couldn't really tell. However, his deep breathing betrayed that the chaos you let out in indeed affected him.

The question was how would he accept what you brought upon him.

"I'm sorry." You breathed out on the edge of crying. You felt awful by ruining your amazing friendship. "Truly."

He submerged his finger in his damp fuzzy hair and then proceeded to wipe his face. He seemed deep in thought. You watched how he stroked his thighs a few times before standing up.

"Yunho…" you gulped, seeing him closing the distance between you.

He was getting dangerously close.

"Please, stop."

The man listened to your command. Still, he halted only half a meter from you. Yunho gave you a second to calm down, let your guard down, therefore you had no time for reaction as his arm suddenly reached out for your hand, grabbing your wrist firmly, and began pulling you close to him.

You quietly whimpered, trying to twist your hand out of his grasp, but there was no use. He mercilessly dragged you until your bodies met.

You couldn't look up, not with all the panic thriving inside you. However, he did not mean to stop. You felt his finger underneath your chin, and suddenly, you found yourself looking in his eyes that shone with a new light in the dark room.

"I would never reject you." He let out a firm but gentle whisper. "What do you think that I came here for? To fight for you."

The bangs of his wet hair tickled your forehead. He stood so close to you like he only ever did in your intrusive thoughts and uncontrolled fantasies. You had no choice but to let his scent of cologne and rain embrace you from all sides.

"And if you really think that it's an obsession, don't worry." He spoke again, this time his voice was hoarse as he struggled to speak, his thumb and eyes now wandering around your half opened lips. "I'll take all of it."

The touch of his lips was more than you imagined. You whimpered into his mouth, at which he responded with a smile. You fought not to push him away from the intensity of your surprise. Everything was happening too fast and not how you had seen it in your head for uncountable times when thinking about the face-off.

Yunho kissed you slowly as if he was giving you time to get used to his touch and his taste. He let go of your wrist, and after gently putting your arm around his neck, he carefully wrapped your waist. His other hand moved from your chin on the side of your head. The embrace tightened.

You couldn't say you just allowed him to pull you close to him. You were like a ragdoll. The rollercoaster of severe emotions took away your will to move. He could’ve done anything he wanted to do to you, placed you anywhere he needed you to be. You were completely frozen.

Yunho was considerate of your state and didn’t want to push you. He broke the kiss and pulled his head back to look at you with a slight smile that showed understanding.

"Do you want me to leave you alone? If you need time and talk about it once you’re ready, I’ll wait." He assured you, the gentleness in his tone making your heart flutter. "I’ll wait as long as you need me to."

"I– I don’t know." You stuttered, no volume to your weak voice. "W– what would you want?:

"Can I be indecently honest?"

You nodded, the hope sparking in your heart.

"I want to stay. I missed you so much. For the past months, whenever we met, I felt like you were light years away despite you standing right beside me. So I want to kiss all your doubts and fears away so we both never feel that way again. I want to hold you close, taste you. I want to relearn my name as you moan it all night long. I want you. I've wanted you for so long." He flooded you with the confession that held much more fire and confidence than yours from a minute ago.

You trembled in his arms, grabbing more onto his shirt at his back as he wiped away a single tear that managed to escape and roll on your redden cheek. It felt like a dream, and you felt the familiar anxiety of the moment you would have to wake up as it happened all the time before.

After all these months of pain from keeping yourself away from the man you've been falling in love with, feeling like he was slipping through your hands with your own help, you were a shadow of a woman. You were a ruin.

"What’s your decision?"

But the will to fix everything that was broken smoldered inside you, and you felt that with the right blow of wind, it would turn into impressive flames.

"Stay."

He quickly groaned at your allowance, and your faces got close again. Both his arms now embraced your waist and back.

"Of all the things I just said, which one do you want me to do the most?" He asked, his lips brushing yours.

"Everything." You breathed out without hesitation. Experiencing the long yearning, you needed to feel everything, from innocence to obscene.

Your lips interlocked again, but this time, nothing tamed you for kissing him back as you had always desired.

With every breath between, the kiss was getting hotter, wetter. Your tongues twirled in a wild dance, teeth hooking on each other's lips. With quiet whimpers and moans, you drove each other crazy.

His damp hair was tangled in your inpatient fingers that massaged the back of his head and neck. He moaned in your lips from the affection. The sweet adlip instantly woke up the aching between your legs.

You felt the wall behind your back again. One of his arms left your waist and was placed above your head.

He broke the kiss, "You really thought that Bona's confession meant anything to me?" He panted, his half closed eyes never leaving your lips.

So he found the answer. He did mention he studied all three months of your random change.

"I didn't know what it meant to you. I was too scared to think about it. It just made me realize my feelings for you, and I feared for our friendship."

"And your solution to save our friendship was to stay away?"

"I'm sorry."

He clenched his jaw, and that alone was enough to double your already crazy heart rate. His eyes were pitch black, his brows frowned.

"It makes me really angry." He groaned. "To think your first thought was that I would reject you. That you asked yourself that tough question and saw no hope. That you went for the wrong answer. As if I ever gave you a reason to doubt."

"I'm sorry."

"It's me who's sorry, (y/n)."

You moaned at the speed he attacked your lips again. He didn't graced them for long with his unsatisfied affection as he moved onto your jaw, then sensitive neck.

You felt how his body pinned you to the wall. With the power he pushed into you, he picked you up. You were gasping for air from the waves of pleasure shaking your body as his hungry mouth kissed, licked, and bit on your skin.

"You always smell so fucking good." He cooed sultry, placing his hands under your ass, forcing you to put your legs onto his hips.

He pushed himself with you in his arm off the wall and began walking you two to your bed.

You were released from his tight embrace and let him push you on the sheets. With aw, you watched him remove his shirt, putting his beautifully shaped torso and abs on display.

"Now's your turn." He snarled.

His hands went down to your cotton, loose shirt, and ripped it apart with one pull. Your bare breasts bounced free. You only now remembered you had no bra on.

"Yunho–"

But he didn't care about your surprise. He just gently laid on your side, supporting his weight on his elbow. His chest rubbed on your right breast in a slow massage that had you wave underneath him.

"Goddamn it, (y/n)."

His hand embraced your neck, giving it a little squeeze. You watched it going down to your chest, between your naked breasts, and then lower on your stomach where his wrist twisted to go south. Now, you had his long fingers getting dangerously close to your throbbing folds.

You grabbed the sheets at the touch of his fingertip.

"Ahh.."

"I'm not the one who's getting soaked tonight." He smirked watching how your wetness spread underneath your leggings as his middle finger circled on your clit.

He wanted more, your loud moans too accompanying your flooding nectar. Two fingers decisively entered your pussy as the thumb worked on your pearl.

"Oh my…" you whined, arching your back.

To make your torture more difficult, he leaned his lips to your ear and began feeding your mind with the obscene.

"You're always so wet when I'm on your mind, kitten? Do your fingers fuck this dripping cunt like mine are now when your all alone?" He whispered, his breaths tickling your neck, "I can assure you, I walk hard all day because of you."

The image of him stroking himself fast, rough while moaning your name was a perfect way to bring you closer to the edge as his fingers now fucked you with a full speed.

"Yes." He grunted, satisfied with your whimpers and trembling pelvis. "Cum for me."

Yunho drank the sweetest sounds of euphoria from your lips. Your cute moans were like ambrosis for his ears. He craved for more, his soul, heart, and ego demanded more.

He sucked on the skin of your neck as his hand massaged the last ounces of orgasm from you.

"I dreamed of this so many times (y/n) – my fingers, all sticky and wet from your juices."

"Yunho…" you begged. "Please."

The yearning for him or his words along with skillful touch; you couldn't tell, but something was making you lose your sanity way too fast.

Yunho smug eyes began reading your needs. He just licked his lips before walking away to let the room bask in light again.

With the cover of the dark, you felt more secure. Now you laid there, feeling like there were hundreds of eyes watching you, even though the only person in the room with you was Yunho, who just nonchalantly stood there; one hand on the light switch, and the other, that just were inside you, on his sticked out tongue.

Unconsciously, you began closing your legs, putting hands over your chest, but he was quick to stop you.

He agility climbed on to you. Now you had his weight pinning you down, his slim pelvis between your thighs and his hands holding your hands about your head.

"Don't you even hide from me again." He warned you, looking you deep in the eyes.

His arm found its way under you, and with one pull, he moved you further up the bed before he raised himself and sat on his hills.

"I forgot to ask before ripping off your shirt," he smiled adorably, "but do you cherish your leggings?"

Knowing what was coming and feeling more than just excited about it, you shook your head.

Your soaked leggings and underwear shared the same fate as your shirt. With no hesitation, Yunho grabbed them in his fingers and ripped them apart.

You felt the cold licking your dripping slit, wishing it was that man's tongue.

"I had to turn the light back on." He grinned while studying your quivering folds. "I had to see it in detail."

His brow raised, and his eyes became absent as if they recalled something, a thought he cherished.

"I'm genuinely unable to count how many nights I imagined your taste." He voiced it. "How would you feel on my tongue. So soft and warm."

You shivered at those words. The way he said it, the way he watched you with almost worship… Yunho finally found himself on the spot he longed to be for many months.

"It's all yours." You whimpered.

He looked in your eyes again, searching for a bluff, but he was visibly relieved to see your genuine, needy expression.

"Put your pretty ass up for me, please."

You did what you were told, getting rid of the shirt, well now its shreds. Arching your back as your upper body stretched on the bed, you stuck your slightly circling butt towards him.

A gasp left your mouth as the smack landed on your plump cheek. It was sudden but more than welcomed.

"Somehow, I've always known you're filthy." He snickered, clearly glad of your reaction.

"There are a lot of things you have not found out about me yet." You uttered, biting your lip with a smile.

You flinched from another hit that left a stingy feeling and added another flood of your juices between your thighs. There was no option to not let the moan escape your chords.

"I can say the same about you." He growled as if you were about to learn something forbidden.

You felt how he grabbed your ripped leggings and slid it off your hips, down to your knees.

The warmth of his tongue almost made you cry. You grabbed the sheet between your teeth. Slow, but firm licks were meant to have you beg in a second. However, your taste was too much for Yunho to play the game of teasing any further.

He spread your cheeks and dived in deeper.

The man put his whole spirit to savor you with the way his tongue lapped on your folds, latched on your quivering core. He fed on your uninhibited wails that Yunho could swear were a balm to his heart that almost got broken today if you had not opened the door.

He now knew you were his, the same way he belonged to you. Completely. Equal in this healthy obsession.

The essence on his lips worked like the best aphrodisiac for his nature. He wanted to have you loud in pleasure, trembling in ecstasy. For a moment, he craved to control all over your being. Just so you could feel loved, desired, and perfect. So you could see yourself through his eyes.

His tongue found its way inside you. It was sudden, unexpected but more than appreciated.

"Ahh, yes." You hissed, the sheet ripping in your fists.

Yunho shifted his position to have better access to you. Your eyes rolled back at the depth he was penetrating you with. Long, skillfully muscle waved and curled within your walls.

His thumb began drawing circles around your upper hole. Gently, hesitant at first, but your appreciation for his tease made him brave enough to go inside.

With his tongue and thumb sunk inside, Yunho was at the finish of shaping a devastating orgasm for you.

Your face twisted with unbearable pleasure. Moans sent his way were full of gratitude and admiration for his mastery. For a few moments this man managed to make you feel like flying, see the stars above.

He abandoned your holes when he felt the last shreds of bliss left you. You fell flat on your bed, trying to bring yourself down on earth.

Yunho took his time to climb up your spine with juicy kisses, at the same time getting rid of his pants and underwear.

"Yunho." You called him between deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"Yes, beautiful?' He planted a kiss on your shoulder.

You touched his arm.

"Claim me."

He froze above you. You only felt his hot breath on the back of your neck. Somehow, it had you alerted.

You slowly turned on your back, still caged between his arms. His eyes were dark, full of unknown, to you, thoughts. Maybe what you needed from him sounded too much of a commitment. You confessed your feelings. You made him aware of your love. Yet…he didn't say anything back. Only that he wanted you.

"Will you?" You asked quietly, too scared to put any volume to not scare him away or worse, make him realize it was a mistake.

Still with this mysterious expression, he laid onto you, skin to skin. Your faces so close, you could see your reflection in his eyes.

"Like my life depends on it." He said into your lips, tone heavy with sweet threat. "In fact, it does."

You interlocked in a kiss that felt like a seal to what just occurred rather than simple affection. He kissed you deeply, desperately, but most of all you sensed a gratitude.

His velvet hardness began grinding on your sensitive spot with subtle yet decisive moves, lubricating his length with your wetness in the process.

You broke the kiss from all the air leaving your lungs. He was hard, hot against your skin, begging to enter you. And your pussy cramped at the pleas, more violently each second.

"Please."

He put his forehead to yours. Took a few deep breaths before he finally said:

"I love you."

Only then he allowed himself to push inside.

The words you had wanted to hear for so long and the soul easing fullness have tears falling from your eyes. He groaned at your tightness that engulfed him and spasmed around him. The warmth and your nectars embraced him whole.

You gasped loudly as he moved further, concurring more inches of your inferior. Yunho was exactly how you imagined him to be. Long and thick, with popping veins that rubbed on your walls. You moaned, whined, and squirmed with every push and pull.

"Can I go faster?" He wiped your tears of joy away.

"Yes." You panted. "You can now."

After a slow pull, he pinned into you with power, having you gasp in sudden pleasure.

He leaned on the side, now nuzzling your ear.

"You're taking me so well. I knew you would." He whispered, and if all your nerves weren't already awakened, now they were.

The pace fastened. He was taking you, fully almost possessive. He went deep, attacking your sweet spot with even but strong hits. The sound you made bordered with sobbing.

He raised up on his knees, now straddling your leg. The other one ended up over his shoulder. Only when he re‐entered you, you realized why he chose such a position. He reached depths you didn't know anyone could.

"Fuck." You cried out.

Yunho fucked you however he felt fit, placing kissing on your inner thighs as he hugged your leg while doing it. He winded and whirled his hips as he thrusted inside your defenseless cunt.

The release was approaching with no mercy.

"I'm so close." You grabbed his muscular thigh with both hands.

"I know, baby. I know." He moaned as your walls' texture rubbed onto him even more now that you were almost orgasming. You cramped around him, sucking his width unforgivably.

"Fill me in, please. I need your cum inside me." You couldn’t help but beg when the speed and force he was obliterating you with was too overwhelming. You had to have him burst inside. It was what you mean by claiming you, owning you.

He cursed loudly and leaned over, shifting his weight on his arms.

"You have no idea what you've just started."

The new position allowed the man to put on even more speed and power, pushing you off the cliff, straight to the void of the most heavenly bliss.

The euphoria embraced you from all sides. A flow of your juices flooded his cock, making it harder, too hard to not to explode.

"Oh fuck, yes." He whined and soon joined you in ecstasy. He pumped inside with low grunts leaving his throat, and you melted over the feeling of hot load, every last drop nourishing every corner of you.

He slid out after a few soothing pushes, followed by his semen. Yunho didn't have to watch this physical proof he claimed you. He knew you all his. He just lowered down and caught your weak frame in a tight, warm embrace.

Both calmed yourselves down by inhaling your scents, so familiar yet so new.

His eyes when he finally landed at you were smiling, all dreamy. You knew what Yunho's happy face looked like, and it was all plastered on his features right now.

You felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest at the sight. He was happy because of you. You made him this joyful.

"You love me." You slipped. The excitement and emotion didn't allow you to keep quiet.

He kissed you and kept smiling.

"You have no idea."

You didn't hide this time when Yunho watched you as if he learned your details by heart. You wanted him to see the woman and all her love she got for him.

"Come." He said and got off the bed. "We both need a long and hot shower."

"Soaking again?" You giggled lazily, admiring this Adonis of a man that now stood in front of you in all his glory. You bit your lips at the view of his glistening pride, knowing it all was for you to love and pleasure.

Seeing your eyes wandering all over him, Yunho couldn't help but smirk at your bluntness. He then leaned over to kiss your forehead.

"Better get used to it."

You realized how stupid you were to think you could live without his melodic laugh.

[teezersfics]

♡~EROTICA ATEEZ~♡

1. Lipstick ~ Kim Hongjoong

[mingwrites]

Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).

thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3

how ateez sound in bed

seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."

hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."

yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."

yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."

san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"

mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."

wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."

jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ mechanic!mingi x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when a random girl keeps shamelessly flirting with mingi, despite his many attempts to ward her off, he needs a knight dressed his own sweater and a black mini skirt to fend her off.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ MDNI)

word count ✭ 2.5k

warnings ✭ smut, please MDNI (seriously), clothed sex (mostly), on top of his car (🫣), fingering, minor jealousy (from mc), spanking, despite the title there's really no dom/sub dynamic (just mc trying to protect her man)

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You noticed her immediately when you pulled your car into the shop. Of course you did, she was chatting it up with your boyfriend with a hand reaching out to grab his arm. He pulled back in obvious disinterest, but it irked you nonetheless that another woman was after your man. You knew him well enough to know that he’d definitely told her he had a girlfriend. Despite this, she certainly seemed to think that she was his type. With her grease-stained cargo pants and tight tank top you could tell she worked with cars just like him. 

So what the fuck did she need here? You wondered to yourself. 

You hadn’t yet gotten out of the car and continued to watch them from a distance when someone knocked on your window. Yunho grinned down at you from outside the car. You waved at him, slightly embarrassed that he’d caught you staring so intently at the sight in front of you. He gave you a friendly wave as you stepped out of the car. 

When you got out of the car, you saw her give you a glance over and roll her eyes. Oh you were gonna fucking lose it. It was obvious from the way she had looked at you that she was judging your appearance, and you got the vibe that she would give you the same treatment that most other men you give you if you came to them with a car problem. Like you were some stupid little girl who would be easy to upsell. Did you know anything about cars, not really, but you had a sexy mechanic boyfriend to do that shit for you so what was the need? 

“She’s been here every day this week,” Yunho informed you, clearly aware of your annoyance toward the woman giving bedroom eyes at Mingi, “claims something different is wrong every time she comes in, but when she gets here everything works fine. Then she never leaves. She’s luck it’s been a slow week, or he would have fully lost it by now”

You scoff quietly, “have you tried to ‘help’ her?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “but she always dodges my help and finds a way to drag him back over.”

Of course she does. 

“Anyway, is anything wrong with your car?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, “but, if you wanna take a look, be my guest.”

Yes, you were fully aware of the irony of you and this woman having identical motives when pulling your cars into the shop, but at least you were always a welcome surprise who didn’t go around trying to sleep with other people’s boyfriends.

“Sure. I’ll look,” Yunho grabbed your keys from you. “Um, by the way, I can tell you he certainly wouldn’t mind if you went over and saved him. You know, assert your dominance.”

That line made you giggle. You brushed out your black mini skirt and checked your lip gloss in the side mirror of your car. Luckily, you were feeling incredibly cute today, in your possibly too short skirt and sweater that totally belonged to your boyfriend. The heels on your feet were a gift from him as well, and you always felt sexy hearing the sound they made when you walked. And that was the noise they made as you made your way over to them.

She saw you first. “I’m sorry, can we help you? Isn’t he helping you out?” She asked, clearly annoyed, pointing her finger at Yunho who was checking out your tires. Clearly trying to ward you off, and you got the idea that she knew exactly who you were.

Her acknowledgment of you though, made Mingi turn around. Finally seeing you for the first time since you’d stepped foot in his shop today. He was visibly relieved as he took a step toward you, “hey baby, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.”

He grinned when you placed a manicured hand on his chest. He wouldn’t bring it up now, but he fucking loved when your jealous side came out. And he knew that this specific touch’s purpose was to stake your claim.

“I missed you,” you sighed, stepping closer, “you’ve been so busy this week, and I haven’t seen you at all.”

His hands found your waist and pulled you all the way into him, “I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, “I've had a lot of customers waste my time this week, and I just can’t catch a break.”

You giggle as the girl next to you scoffs, “Wow Mingi, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so,” she eyed you up and down again but, before she can finish what was bound to be a wonderful insult, you cut her off.

“Oh so you knew he had a girlfriend and were still all over him like a bitch in heat.”

She laughed at you, "he doesn't mind. Right, Min? Sorry sweetheart, you're not as special as you might think. Maybe, he needs someone a little more real, not some plastic bitch who doesn't even know how to change her own tires."

Sensing that you were about to fully unleash yourself onto this fucking cunt, Mingi put a soothing hand on your shoulder and spoke sternly, “Get out.”

She gaped at him, “Wha-”

“You can fucking fix your car yourself, if there’s even anything wrong with it, but make sure you see Yunho on your way out. He’ll charge you before you leave.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Of course I’m serious. You’ve wasted a lot of fucking time for me this week with your perfectly fine car. My time is precious, and since you wasted it, I'm gonna need you to pay up.”

He looked back over at your car, “Yunho, please deal with this.”

The other man’s shoulders slumped, clearly not keen on dealing with this woman, but he made no effort to argue. You made a mental note to bring him lunch next time you came in to make up for it.

Mingi grabbed the hand that’s still on his chest and leaned down to your ear, “come with me.”

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“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much baby,” he breathed into you neck as he placed kisses on it. 

You smiled and placed a hand in his hair, gripping lightly onto his dark hair, “I’ve missed you, too.”

You were in the back of the shop, where Mingi kept his own car. You didn’t know the make or the model, but you knew it was a sexy car. And you were well acquainted with it. From it pulling up outside your apartment for the occasional lunch date. To late nights in the backseat when you both knew you couldn’t make it to a bed. And then to moments like these. Days in the shop where your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to see you all on display for him on top of the hood.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you, Min?” you pouted as his hands fiddled with the edge of your (his) sweater.

“Oh, y/n I can handle myself, baby, you don’t need to worry yourself with stuff like that.”

Sighing, you placed a hand on his cheek, “you know I just wanna help and be there for you. Will you at least tell me next time?”

“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up. I promise I’ll tell you next time. Ok?”

You nodded as you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, pulling him back down to your lips. His hands started wandering as the two of you explored each other’s mouths. He removed a hand that was tangled in your hair and caressed your neck. His mouth followed the hand, leaving plenty of dark spots all over your pretty neck.

When he reached for the hem of the sweater you were wearing, you grabbed at his hand, “I don’t wanna get naked in here.”

And you really didn’t. As much as you loved your boyfriend, getting fully undressed anywhere but the bedroom was a line you very rarely crossed. Especially in a place as unkempt and naturally messy as the shop he spends most of his days in. You were a woman of at least a little class, but keeping your clothes on didn’t mean that sex was off the table. Not at all, actually.

“Ok, love,” he moved his hands to fiddle with the edge of your skirt, “it’s a good thing you wore such a tiny skirt today then, right?” 

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress your smile, “you can take my panties off if you really want to, though.” You said through a whisper.

He didn’t need any convincing because in the next moment he’d slipped your panties off your legs and put them in his pocket. His hands were under your skirt now. One gripping your waist and holding you in place. The other teasingly stroking your inner thigh.

“Mingi, please,” you begged breathily, desperately trying to shift closer to his hand, but the other one on your waist was completely preventing that.

He smirked at your desperation, “patience, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

As a man of his word, his thumb brushed your clit, and you let out a whine when he pushed two fingers into you. He worked over your clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

“Oh, Min–” you moaned and gripped his shoulders tight.

The hand from your waist moved to grab your throat as he leaned close to your ear, “God, baby, you moan so pretty for me. You’ll let me know when you’re close, yeah?”

You could barely get out a breath “yes” before he slid another finger into your already soaking cunt. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Wrapping a leg around his back, you arched your back, trying every option to get as close to him as possible. You lost all control of your hips and ground yourself into his hand in sync with his own movements.

When you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, you whined, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I’m close! So close.” 

“Let go for me baby. I got you.”

As you reached your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Good girl,” his lips reached your own as you came down from your high. He pulled you off the hood of his car and set you on the ground. He looked you up and down, admiring you fully. He lifted a hand to caress your face and his thumb brushed over your cheek. Smiling, he said, “you always do so good for me baby. Turn around for me, yeah?”

You turned around quickly, eager for what you knew was coming next. Without him even having to ask, you leaned over the hood of his car. Giving him just the view he wanted. His hands were quick to flip up your skirt and smooth his hands over your ass. He gripped one cheek in his hand, and you braced yourself on your forearms. When he let go, you wiggled your ass and looked back over your shoulder. Challenging him with your eyes.

He brought his hand back down on your ass, slapping it. When you let out an obvious and loud moan, he smirked and leaned down over you, “you’re so fucking impatient baby, are you really so worked up? Let me help you out. Does that sound good?”

“Please, Mingi,” you begged (god he loved when you couldn’t stop begging), “I need you!”

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“Inside,” you moaned when he slapped your ass again.

“You want my cock, baby?” You could hear him unzipping his pants and the rustle of fabric behind you. Fucking finally.

All you could do was nod desperately and look back at him over your shoulder with begging eyes. He couldn’t fucking hold it together when you gave him those eyes. So desperate and needy that he could almost see tears. And the pout on your lips was the cherry on top.

You braced yourself again when he gripped his hips with one hand. When he finally pushed into you, you moaned out softly.

With one hand gripping your waist hard enough to bruise and the other playing with your clit, he thrust into you. His car shook, and you struggled to hold yourself up but, god, it felt so good. After a week of missing him constantly, you couldn’t think of anything but how full you felt with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself, either from telling you how good you felt.

Shit, baby, you just keep getting wetter.

You just love it when I fill you up like this, don’t you?

Oh, you’re close, baby. I can feel you closing around me so good.

Fuuuuck, god angel I’m almost there. Can I fill you up?

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” you cried. Your loud and pornographic moans bounced off the walls as you reached your climax.

He followed soon after, filling you to the brim. You felt so warm and flushed. Your eyes fluttered in post-orgasm bliss. Panting, he flipped you back over onto your back and helped you sit up. He kissed you one more time, “thank you for coming to visit.”

“Of course,” you laughed softly, “I mean if you reward me like this everytime, then I’ll just come in every day like that bitch earlier, but I can’t promise I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Oh baby, you being here is enough, and your pretty pussy is the perfect payment,” he moved a finger back down to your core and pushed his cum back inside of you.

“Mmmm,” you ran hand through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, “as much as I’d love to go again, you closed an hour ago, and Yunho’s probably waiting for you to lock up.”

Mingi groaned as he finished putting his pants back on. He lifted you off the car, “can I have my panties back please?” You reached a hand out to him.

“Oh,” he laughed as he reached into his pocket to give them back to you.

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“Did she leave?” Mingi asked his friend who was finishing up putting new tires on your car. So maybe you actually did need something done with it. 

The other man laughed, “oh she left alright. She tried to stick around, but when she heard you two having fun back there she took off. Kinda felt bad for her honestly.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his sympathy even though you felt an immense sense of satisfaction at knowing you had fended her off so easily. You had “asserted your dominance” to quote Yunho.

Mingi placed a hand on your lower back, “don’t worry baby, we won’t be seeing her for a while.” He turned to Yunho, “You can go man, I’ll finish locking up. Thanks for your help.”

“Good night man, have fun locking up.” Clearly implying that you might distract him from such a task. 

When Yunho was gone, it was only seconds before you were backed into the back door of your own car, and Mingi reached around you to open the door. “Get in, baby.” 

You could only giggle as you climbed in, pulling him in after you by the collar of his t-shirt. When he shut the door behind him, he leaned over you, “just one more. Ok, baby?”

“Ok,” you responded breathlessly. Knowing full well you would be under him in your bed soon enough.

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note ✭ thank you for reading. i'm trying my best over here, but university is kicking my ass. so i appreciate you reading what is essentially a coping mechanism 😀🥲

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mwah~

[beatteez]

princess - j.yh

정 윤호

boyfriend!yunho x afab!reader

genre: smut 18+, fluff at beginning and end a/n: it is 1am and i cant stop thinking about yunho so i've made this. ignore if its bad not gonna edit this till later !!! also its a bit long, sorry not

warnings: teasing, slightly rough sex?? unprotected sex (never a good idea) oral (f receiving) softdom!yunho, sub!reader big dick yunho

you and yunho laid on your couch watching movies as you do after school. its a cute little so called tradition you have together before having to go to your night class, which you share together.

the soothing silence between you two as the movie plays in the background causes your eyes to struggle to stay open. your head on yunho's thigh as his fingers gently run soothing circles on your scalp.

"tired?" he questions smoothing down your hair.

you mumble something that sounded like a yes in response "wake me up...for classes.." you trailed off feeling too tired and lazy to say much.

his soft giggle fills your ears "will do princess, rest up" his fingers circle on your scalp again lulling you to sleep.

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the bell rings for class to end, all thats filling your mind is the way yunho was subtly touching you the entirety of class. the test review was not a top priority in your mind at the moment.

"yuyu"

"hmm?" he looks over at you a smirk stuck on his face knowing how he's got you flustered and hot "what is it princess?"

"you're being a fucking tease" you whine out grabbing onto his arm as you both walked into the direction of your homes. lucky you two didn't live far from each other, just a two minute walk down the street.

"and how might i be doing that" he questions. your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles "was it me touching you in class..my apologies your majesty" he steps in front of you bowing.

"you piss me off" now both of your laughs filled the empty street you walked down. you walked towards him forcing your hand into his much larger hand.

"want to come over tonight" he ask spinning you around.

"i have to think about it...yes" he smiles at you and puts his arm around you as you walk towards his house passing yours on the way.

"i just need you to be quiet, my parents are sleeping" he says unlocking the door holding it open for you. you nod walking in, heading towards his room and he follows behind you after locking the door.

"can i borrow something to wear" you look at him as he walks in softly shutting the door.

"i dont know can you?" he places his hand on your hips pulling you flush against him "anything specific you want" his eyebrow raises as your eyes dart to the sweatshirt he was wearing. "no"

"pleasee" you begged.

"babe..i just bought this, you cant take it yet"

"but it would look so good on me, just imagine" you wave your hand in front of his face.

"no" he says kissing your forehead. you let out a groan going to sit on his slightly raised up bed, struggling a little. you feel yunho's hand pushing up on your butt to help you.

"i hate your bed" you mumble out as he stands in front of you in between your legs. his fingers running along your thighs.

"is that so?" his eyebrow lifts again "should i get a little stool for my princess?"

your eyes roll annoyed at his teasing.

"you have been teasing me all day yunho" you look down at his fingers, they have been inching closer to your core by the second.

"i don't know what you're talking about" he mumbles, his hands pushing up your skirt then running up your torso gently pushing you to lay back. you lean back on your elbows, bringing your legs to sit on his shoulders.

he kisses your leg sliding your shoe off, repeating that on the other leg. his kisses migrate up towards where you want him the most.

his fingers pushing against your clothed clit, a soft groan is heard from him as you lean your head back.

"you're so wet already" he rubs small circles over you pantie clad clit.

"because you teased me all night.." a soft moan falls from your lips followed by a whine, wanting more. his fingers barley touching you because of the panties you had on.

he ignored your comment and hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them off slowly, your slick sticking to the panties.

"fuck" he groaned, pulling them off at a faster pace. his fingers rubs against your clit before he drags them down slowly inserting them into your soaking pussy.

you move your elbows from under you and lay down fully on the bed more soft moans falling from your lips as he slowly pulls them out and then slowly pushes them back in.

"y-yunho, please, you've been teasing all day, just make me feel good" you whine wanting more from your boyfriend.

his eyes meet yours and he chuckles "whatever you say princess" his face comes down, lips connecting to your clit instantly. your hand comes up to cover your mouth, remembering his parents are in the room next to you sleeping.

the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy is making your thigh close around his head. he chuckles against your clit sending a subtle vibration through you.

"shit yunho" you whimper as your hands reach down placing them on his head as he sucks at your clit again harshly, his fingers still working inside of you.

the thought of his parents hearing you like this is making this experience better than normal. you and yunho usually try to avoid doing anything when people could have a chance to hear you two for both of your comfort.

your pussy clenches around his fingers, his lips parting from you.

"close already?" he smirks, his fingers pushing deeper, earning a whimper from you as you nod looking up at him. he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, your pussy clenching around nothing from the sudden emptiness.

"baby.." a whine escapes from you. he shh's you undoing his pants.

"want you cumming around my cock" he says pulling you towards him, helping you off the bed. you start to get down on your knees to help him some but he grabs your arm gently.

he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, kissing you softly and lovingly. your arms wrap around his neck gently, his hands landing on your ass roughly. you whimper into the kiss, your hand reaching down wrapping around his cock.

he pulls away slowly a soft moan falling from his lips as you move your hand up and down along his cock.

"you drive me crazy" he whispers kissing you again turning you around and bending your upper body down over his desk.

you look back at him and see him jerking his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

he slides in, the new full feeling making your legs want to give out. you put your head into the crook of your elbow supporting your body against the desk. the stretch always feels like its your first time again from how big he was.

he groans gripping onto your hips, his nails likely going to leave little crescents in your skin. he bottoms out and holds still for a second. you pull your hips away wanting him to move but his hands hold you still.

"dont move, you feel too good.. dont want to finish that soon" he chuckles. after a few seconds he pulls out slowly moving his hips a slow steady rhythm.

your soft moans are muffled by your arm, yunho's groans quiet enough to not draw attention.

his hips speed up and you clench around him sucking him in.

"just like that princess, fuck, you aways take me so well" his hands slide up your stomach pulling you back against him. he leans down kissing against your neck as his hands travel up more pulling your bra down, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger.

you moan a bit too loud and one of his hands come up around your neck, squeezing gently. it surprisingly muffling any noise you made from the lack of air.

"baby.. im gonna.." your hand met his hand that was messing with your tits, dragging it down to your throbbing clit. "please" you whimper.

"anything for my princess" he says in a deep tone. his fingers rubbing quick circles around your clit as his thrust speed up.

you could tell his release was nearing from the urgency in his thrust. your moans became more needy, your pussy clenching around him. he bends you back down over the desk.

"come on, cum for me princess, feel good just like you wanted"

you felt the pleasure take over your body, your legs getting weak, his thrust in you sending you into overstimulation.

incoherent whines fall from your lips. you feel him pull out, then feel warm liquid land on your ass. yunho's groans filling your ears.

he leans over your body "did i please my princess?" he questions chuckling.

you turn around to face him nodding, face red, little sweat beads on your forehead.

"come on, lets go shower" he whispers kissing your temples.

you pull on his arm looking up at him.

"hmm?" he turns back towards you looking down at you "whats wrong baby"

"i love you"

"i love you too princess"

masterslist

[dotheyeatit]

does ateez eat pussy?

seonghwa lives to eat pussy. it’s his favorite sex act and he could honestly eat pussy for a whole night. he’s very good at it.

hongjoong eats occasional pussy. it’s not an every-time act for him, and it’s more of a treat for his partner. he’s pretty good at it.

yunho tries to eat pussy sometimes. he doesn’t know what he’s doing so he doesn’t try often.

yeosang eats occasional pussy. it’s not his favorite but he doesn’t mind. he’s okay at it.

san eats a lot of pussy. it’s a pretty regular act to him because he loves to please. he’s good at it.

mingi eats healthy pussy. pleasing and improving his skills is his favorite thing, but that’s not limited to eating pussy. he’s pretty good at it.

wooyoung eats crazy pussy. he’s 50/50 between “me, me, me” and “you, you, you”, so you’re either sucking him for 3 hours or vice versa. no in between. he’s okay at it.

jongho doesn’t eat a lot of pussy. he will sometimes but it makes him shy and a little self-conscious so it’s not his first choice. he’s okay at it.

[booskwan]

SEONGHWA CRAZY FORM MV TEASER #2

[maxsix]

[kagu-une]

you and mingi have been friends since childhood; you thought that you knew everything there was to know about him. there is just one secret: he's in love with you, and the feelings may be reciprocated.

pairing. song mingi x fem!reader

genre. smut mature themes ahead. minors do not interact.

content warnings. another friends-to-lovers trope (i'm not sorry). non-idol!au. dom!mingi. sub!reader. desperate sex? idk how to put it, you'll see. possible jealousy? possessive!mingi. fingering (f receiving). use of pet names such as 'baby'', 'good girl'. gentle degradation?? praise. big pp!mingi...... unprotected sex (use protection or Else). a little teenie weenie bit of plot. ahem. anyways

a/n. it seems that i write best at the ass crack of dawn, or in a (nonexistent) time crunch. anyways this is a drabble that's been living in my fully furnished frontal lobe for a while, hope it lives up to your expectations @lissiesykes :p this has not been proofread btw

smut beneath the drop down!

it was the same saturday ritual that has carried on for years since you started college and moved into your own apartment: your best friend, mingi, would come over and the two of you would waste the evening away by rotting on your couch, and forcing him to watch whatever series was your newest hyperfixation.

this saturday was no different. you had long since showered and changed into a pair of dilapidated sweatpants, and a shirt that you were sure was mingi's, but figured it shrunk in the dryer. you had just finished the usual routine of microwaving a bag of popcorn when you heard a familiar knock at your door. setting the bag of popcorn on the counter to cool off, you padded across the living room to answer the door. behind it stood mingi, his large stature easy filling up the doorframe. though you watched him hit his growth spurts as a kid, his height always caught you by surprise.

"hey!" you greeted him with a soft smile, stepping off to the side to allow him to enter your apartment.

"hey," replied he as he entered, kicking his shoes off by the door. he shrugged off the hoodie that he wore as he made his way into the living room and tossed it over the back of the sofa. "it smells good in here."

you chuckle to yourself as you close the door and lock the deadbolt; mingi said the same thing every time he stepped foot into your home, even though you made the same snacks nearly every time.

"i'd hope so... it's popcorn." you had returned to the kitchen to grab a bowl from a cabinet, and proceeded to dump the popcorn into it now that it was cool enough to handle. "we're almost done with ratched, is it cool if we finish it tonight?"

mingi had since made himself comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest against the coffee table. he turned to face you from his seat as you spoke. "of course, i was looking forward to the finale, anyways."

he took it upon himself to turn the television on, knowing you'd be joining him on the couch soon enough. he launched netflix and clicked your profile, scrolling until he found the 'recently watched' section. mingi selected the show and got comfortable in his seat. you hurried to your spot next to him, snacks in hand as the introduction to the show began to play on the tv screen.

the show had long since ended, and the two of you weren't quite ready to call it quits just yet; so, you were both facing each other, having a rather lively conversation about something that had transpired in your younger years.

"dude," mingi let out an exasperated laugh as he carded a hand through his hair. "you totally froze when you tried to ask that guy out for prom. what was his name again? hongjoong?"

you groan out in residual embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands to conceal the blush that rose on your cheeks. "do you have to remind me? god, i bet he was just as embarrassed," your voice came out muffled as you spoke into your palms.

mingi's fingers curled around your wrists and pulled your hands away, laughs still bubbling past his lips. "c'mon, y/n, it isn't that bad. when is your date with him anyways?"

your ears picked up on the jealousy that tinged his voice when he brought up the fact that, yes, you did have a date with hongjoong coming up. you had reconnected with him after seeing him on a dating app. curiosity got the best of you and you swiped right — it was a match! you brought it up to mingi last saturday, and you swore that you saw his shoulders deflate just a little when you told him. you decided not to bring it up, but you couldn't help but to think that mingi looked dejected when he left that night. maybe you were thinking too much into it.

"on wednesday, i think– why does it matter to you?"

"awe," whatever hint of jealousy that you think you heard was now drowned in a playful tone. "are you getting shy?"

mingi leaned over to poke you and tickle your side, which earned a shriek from you as you launched yourself backwards to get out of his arm's reach. you batted his hand away once your back was pressed into the opposing arm of the couch. it didn't take much for mingi to close that gap, reaching for your sides once more. somehow you both got into some sort of one-upping-wrestling-match — you trying to get away from mingi, who was dead set on trying to tickle you — that landed you both on the floor.

mingi took the upper hand as he straddled your waist, and pinning your wrists to the rug beneath you. a triumphant smile was plastered on the cheeky bastard's face — he knew he had won. the two of you mirrored each other's labored breathing as you looked up at the man above you, eventually locking eyes.

the same man that got to watch you grow up, and you, him.

the same man who, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, mingi broke his nose.

mingi, who would schedule his weekends to make time for you.

mingi, with that same lazy smile that he's always had. the same smile that caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

the realization that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a freight train. as your eyes dipped to his plump lips, you wondered what this meant for your friendship. the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend.

you sucked in a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding, and that soft noise is what set things into motion. mingi lowered himself on top of you, closing the gap between your bodies. his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that you've never seen from mingi before.

you whimper softly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it on it. mingi understood what was being asked and pulled away to remove it. this allowed you to catch your breath... and for reality to come crashing down on you.

"mingi," you breathed out, your meek plea too quiet for him to hear over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.

he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, before leaning forward to hover over you again, each of his hands posted on either side of your head. you did your best to keep your gaze off of his newly exposed skin.

you repeated, "mingi." it caught his attention now, mingi's eyebrow raising. "we can't do this." you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, but the disquietudes that swirled in your head told you to believe otherwise.

"goddamn it, y/n." he almost sounded defeated.

him cursing caught you off guard. it wasn't that you had never heard mingi cuss, because you had and did; but, never at you.

"don't you get it?" his voice was small, almost a whisper. "i love you. i've been in love with you for so long, y/n."

the confession caused your stomach to flip. whether it be out of excitement or fear was to be determined.

"i watch as you choose other people knowing that i can treat you right. i know you, y/n. everything about you. i was made for you."

mingi's face closed in on yours, and the fact that you weren't protesting only encouraged him to continue.

"no one understands you like i do. no one can make me feel so alive like you can. i don't want to live with the regret of knowing that i never tried. i need this for me." his breath fanned your face as he spoke.

his lips were brushing yours by this point. there was no denying the emotions that buzzed between you both. your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him forward, officially sealing your fate.

there was no time wasted from here. mingi's mouth connects with yours fiercely. his kiss instantly becomes intense as he lowers himself onto his elbows, allowing him to cradle your head in one of his hands. his fingers grip at your hair, anchoring your head back. when a soft moan slips out of you is when he plunges his tongue into your mouth. mingi moves with passion, and hope; yet, is far more calculated in his movements than you expected.

you lift your legs up to remind him that he is still sitting on you. one of his chuckles falls against your lips as he shifts his weight, using his knees to push your thighs apart and slots himself in the space between them.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva beads between your bottom lips. you break it with your finger as mingi moves to tug at your sweatpants. from your position, you could see that a tent of arousal began to form in the crotch of mingi's jeans. with the joggers out of the way, mingi could see how your panties clung to your core, your arousal blooming on the gusset.

"you have no idea how often i've thought of you like this." admitted mingi, that shit eating grin returning to his plump lips. he trailed a finger over your clothed slit, eyes flicking up to your face to watch your reactions to his touch. noting how you arched your back to chase the feeling, he tugged your panties to the side.

a shiver raced through you once your cunt was exposed, though you blushed feverishly underneath mingi's scrutiny. he continued to toy with you, leisurely and with no hurry. he dipped a finger to your entrance, only to collect your juices on his fingertips and repeat the process.

"don't be a tease, mingi," you whined out in protest, reaching down to lead his hand where you needed them most. you couldn't help but to be impatient. mingi's hands were always nice, and they had recently occupied your mind when you touched yourself.

"oh?" he asked, rhetorically. to pacify your whines, he pushed a finger into you, but held it there at the second knuckle. his thumb took position over your clit and applied enough pressure to make you shudder. "how bad do you want it, then?"

you were in no position to beg to begin with, and mingi knew it. the lack of friction was driving you crazy, but when you decided to gyrate your hips to seek out the pleasure, mingi pinned your hips down to the ground. his hand pressed into your belly, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken dare.

"tell me how bad, baby."

then he began to move his finger inside of you. at first, they were short strokes with him curling it every so often. his thumb had resorted to gentle circles against your clit.

though, when you hadn't spoken to oblige his request, another finger was added. you moaned softly as you were stretched out. usually, two fingers weren't enough to make you feel full. with mingi, however, it was just right.

he began to pull his fingers out of you, stopping just before he left you completely empty — only to thrust them back into you, bottoming out to his knuckles.

you let out a strangled cry, trying to press your knees together from the stimulation but the way mingi had you pinned made it impossible to achieve. he leaned into his hand, beginning to open you up with his fingers.

"please- fuck- mingi!" you managed, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

"there you go, y/n, i knew you could beg for it." mingi's eyes were trained on his hand, watching as your pussy swallowed his fingers up. "i make you feel so good, don't i? look at how wet you are."

you nod fervently, clinging onto every word that left his mouth. "please, mingi... i-... i need you so bad. so bad." you weren't meaning to babble so mindlessly. everything about this situation had your head reeling.

"good fucking girl." he punctuated every one of his words with deep thrusts of his fingers into you. you knew that if he kept it up at this pace, you wouldn't last much longer; even more so when he used his free hand to massage your clit.

the familiar heat began to pool in your stomach. every nerve was alive, your skin crawling with electricity. "m... mingi, i'm so close..." your eyes screwed shut as you tried your best to postpone the impending orgasm.

mingi was a man on a mission as he began to mouth at your breasts through your shirt. you pulled it up and out of the way, pushing your bra down so that your breasts were bare. his eyes drank in the sight of you as more of your body was exposed. he was a starving man sat before a feast. his plush lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. you cried out, your hands finding their way into mingi's hair and tugging at it.

the heat licked at your belly and spread down to your thighs as your climax closed in on you. you tried to warn him, but you were only left with your jaw slack as your orgasm rocked your body. stars studded the corners of your vision as your muscles tensed.

mingi fingered you through your orgasm, cooing sweetly into your ear as you rode your high. "you're so beautiful, all for me. all mine. you belong to me."

he didn't give you much time to recuperate from your previous orgasm before he was doffing his pants and sliding his own boxers down his thighs. with how hard he was, you could only imagine the restraint he was using before.

nothing could have prepared you to see that mingi was well endowed. you were grateful for him opening you up earlier, as you were unsure if he'd fit at all. you weren't clueless when it came to sex, but none of your previous partners were quite as big as be was.

he turned to grab a throw pillow off of the couch, motioning for you to bridge your hips. once you did, he slid the pillow beneath you. "there you go." he squeezes your bare thigh in reassurance.

your skin was warm and damp from the exertion from your previous orgasm. your pussy ached to be filled again, and you could only press your legs farther apart as mingi grasped the base of his cock and dragged his tip between your drenched folds. you shiver under his touch, especially when the head of his cock teased your hole.

mingi knew he was on borrowed time. he wanted to get inside of you before he went off like a shotgun, seeing how turned on he was from watching you come undone all over his fingers; yet, he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. he wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't another wet dream of his. to wake up now would be so unbelievably cruel.

he eased himself into you, eyes oscillating between your pussy and your face. above all else, your safety was his main priority. every cry and whimper was a sign for him to stop, and wait until you gave a signal that you had acclimated to him stretching you out. eventually, he hit the hilt of his cock. his hips pressed against yours as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it and watching as it snapped back into place. from here, you realized how beautiful that mingi truly was. his bone structure and perfectly pouty lips, and eyes that could pierce right through you.

those pouty lips were drawn into a soft smirk when you pulled away from the kiss. you nodded and shifted your hips, giving mingi the go-head to start moving.

his movements were slow and careful. his honeyed gaze boring a hole straight through you as he watched you take every inch of him. you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, but soon the pain dissolved into wanton pleasure and need. you wrapped your legs around him as his tempo began to increase, motivating mingi to speed up.

soon, the only sounds that filled the apartment was skin against skin, and how when he angled his hips just right, turned your individual moans into high pitched whines.

mingi straightened his posture, only to grab your hips and pull you into each thrust that he delivered to you. he was desperate to feel you, desperate to get your walls to remember the shape of him. his eyebrows were knitted together with focus. a bead of sweat trailed from his forehead to his jaw.

"gonna split you in half if i have to," he muttered between heavy pants. "you're mine, y/n."

you had clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries and moans that tumbled from your lips. you were sure that you'd get a noise complaint from the apartment complex tomorrow. the way mingi had you positioned made it so that with every stroke of his dick, he was ramming right into your g-spot. you blinked away tears that threatened to spill as you took what he gave you.

"do you hear me? mine." he was starting to get sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. he pressed your thighs up against your chest as he drilled into you, chasing his own orgasm. "fuck- mine. mine, mine, mine." he chanted the word like it was a mantra.

your core was tightening in another climax.

"mingi... please- i'm yours—.." you mumbled between whines and hiccups. "'m gonna cum,"

mingi's hand returned to your belly, pressing into it and earning a yelp from you. feeling his cock as it fucked you open was overstimulating. all you could manage to do was whimper and writhe beneath him.

"are you going to cum all over– fuck..– this dick? cum for me, pretty girl."

as soon as you tipped over the edge with your own orgasm, mingi's followed suit. his whole body stiffened as he came, a shiver wracking his spine as a pinched moan escaped him. your head was still swimming with pleasure as mingi stuffed you full of his seed.

you both sat still for a few moments following, the two of you catching your breaths. mingi eventually slides out of you, leaving you feeling oddly void inside. he stood, and your gaze followed him as he disappeared into the back of your apartment. once he came back, he had fixed his clothes to cover himself once again. he was carrying a warm washcloth that he used to help you wipe yourself clean.

he joined you in the floor again, laying on his side so that his torso was pressed against your side. he peppered gentle kisses along the side of your face, carefully brushing strands of hair back into place. your body was heavy, and your eyes were half lidded from physical expenditure that took place. you turned to snuggle into mingi's chest, draping an arm over his side.

"mingi." you decided to break the silence, not yet leaving the cover of his chest to meet his eyes.

"yes, y/n?"

"i love you, too. so much. forever." the confession felt natural on your tongue. only then did you decide to tilt your head back to look at him. he wore a goofy smile on his face, now wearing his own flush on his cheeks at your revelation.

"forever." mingi echoed, drawing you into his embrace once more. you welcomed his warmth. when you nuzzled your face into him, his scent wrapped around you.

you could get used to this.

[stardragongalaxy]

Hearts Aligned

☆Summary: Its early in the relationship, but a calling from Hongjoong to his home office has some surprises in store.

☆Characters/pairing: Hongjoong x gn reader

☆Genre: Fluff, smut

☆Au/Trope info: Established relationship

☆Word Count: 750

☆Warnings: dom Hongjoong, let your imagination run wild, mentions of punishment and biting, praise kink, I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything.

☆Rating: 18+ MDNI

☆A/N: Hello!! This took way longer than I thought because of life, but its here in the secret admirer event to @yourfatherlucifer I hope I did well for you even if it's a bit shorter than expected 🙈

Story under cut!

It had been a quite a while since you last saw your closest friend turned lover as he was always in the studio. You had teased him for being a bear in a cave for how much he stayed there, but you understood why because of his work and school schedule. If he wasn't in the studio he was always in practice in college sports to keep his physique in shape. Between all that he made time for you, his shorter significant other that he adored. 

He wanted to make sure you were loved especially wanting you to spend the night on his weekend off. You brought your duffle bag for the long four day weekend to his apartment, taking your shoes off at the door then to his living room. His voice in a distant room called your name. You followed his voice after setting your bag beside the couch on the ground to a type of work space. 

“Babe, come in here. I have something to let you hear” Hongjoong called when you turned the corner to enter the room making you in awe since it's the first time to his place. It was early in the relationship though. 

“On my way to you” You said with a tease to your voice taking a seat beside him. You caught him with a tanktop tonight, but kept yourself in check. He handed you the headphones and you put them in when he made sure you were ready, he began the music. You listened intently feeling the beats. He watched with relief seeing you enjoy it, the music sounded so right to you. You gave him a bit of critique in one point and let him listen that made it pitch better. 

He smiled letting you listen as these were to be graded for his exams soon. 

“Would you like to come to the concert?” Hongjoong asked putting down the headphones having his full attention on you. 

“When will it be?” 

“Next Saturday” he said. You checked the work schedule and your eyes lit up seeing that day was one you had off, nodding and accepting his invitation. You saw his genuine smile and he leaned in kissing your lips tenderly. He cupped your cheek and leaned you back against the black couch taking his time with you, mapping out your body with his hands. The nip to the lower lip was just the start of a night you wouldn't forget. 

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He held your body against his chest as he already had you marked as his through his love bites on your entire body. You did act like a brat at one point that caused his marks as a form of punishment. He growled nipping your ear playfully as he thrusted into you faster and harder then his previous two times that he made you come undone. He made sure you felt everything from him while his body glistened with sweat as well as your own. 

“You are doing so well being my pretty thing” he whispered in love “Falling to my temptation” he whispered again with a dark chuckle picking up his pace to be rougher, being much closer to his ecstacy with you, gripping your hips as he moaned deeply. His eyes rolled back as he came inside your, with a strangled moan thrusting to the hilt inside you releasing feeling you around him. It made him press his fingers into your tender flesh biting into your neck unexpectedly. 

Hongjoong pulled a moan from your throat, being a love bite instead of being rough as he held you against him pushing you both through your highs to eventually calm down, praising you with love rubbing your sides making sure your happiness was over everything having his new music playing as you both made love. He let you take a break from the first two rounds, smirking at how beautiful you looked marked up then leaned down, pecking your lips. 

“You still taste as sweet as the first time and I'll not get tired of it” He whispered against your lips, looking over you when he rose, pushing the hair out of your face.

 “I'm not done yet though, love” he said with a gruffer voice and darkened eyes. He had plans to go all night knowing neither of you had work and all the time. He wanted to make sure you were going to get love in more than one way tonight, and somehow, that's all you wanted. 

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

phantom of the opera? halazia?

[teezersfics]

Lipstick~ Kim Hongjoong ♡

Just trying to match my hair with your favourite lipstick shade ~ Kim Hongjoong

♡ EROTICA ATEEZ ♡

Warnings : sub!reader, dom!hongjoong, unprotected penetration, angry sex, teasing, dirty talk (a lil bit), denied climax, punishment, thigh riding, Hongjoong ordering around, possessive HJ, MDNI, 18+

WC : 3.7K

Haven't done the fact check, so if there are any mistakes, please understand ⊂(･ω･)

There is a little story at start, the 18+ part starts after a while.

(A/n : OK, so it's quiet interesting cuz a week before Coachella I bought a lipstick in cherry red type shade, and when I saw Hongjoong at Coachella with same shade of Hair, it did things to me and that's how I wrote this. Enjoyyyyy~)

It was weekend, that means it was time to celebrate.

This weekend, a success party was organised for all the 8 lovely and hardworking boys by the company for their successful Coachella show and tour this summer. Ofcourse, a deserved one.

But, you were upset about one thing. You boyfriend. Hingjoong. Its been two weeks since they came back from US. But, it was just 4 days ago that he met you. Though, it's good that he is prioritising his time with his family, but you were upset upon the fact that he couldn't even meet you for sometime in these many days. He even met his friends from another company before meeting you. And that kinda made you sad for some reason.

Since you boy met, you've been giving cold shoulder to him, no matter how much he tried or apologised. You were not completely mad about it, its just you were playing with him for sometime, until the bomb inside him ticks. He might be a cutie patootie, until you test his limits, that's exactly what you were waiting for. You were just not going to let it loose until he made you.

As evening comes closer, you realise its time to get ready for the party tonight. The fact that Hongjoong was supposed to be at your apartment right now, getting ready along with you, but he was gone from morning without telling you a word. Sometimes you just can't figure out what's going inside his brain. But, you can't wait anymore, you have to start getting ready.

The theme was black and gold. Basic but classy combination. And, office parties are always classy. It was pure celebration night along with some business stuff. There was going to be an announcement at the party, but its fun part because only director knows about it, not even the boys.

As you think about all the exciting stuff that was going to happen in tonight's party, you get ready in your black backless bodycon dress, which was, ofcourse, a bit revealing. Revealing enough to trigger something in someone. Adding black heels and a cute little Balmain purse, finishing your look with gold rings, bracelet and a short gold chain.

Checking yourself finally in mirror for last time, you almost forgot to apply the lipstick. Your favourite thing in makeup. These days you are hooked onto a particular lipstick shade. A dark cherry red or blood red or dark red, however you call it. You just love how that shade looks on your lips. Applying the lipstick and checking yourself in the mirror for the very last time, you hear the sound of horn. Just in time.

You leave your apartment complex and while heading towards the street, there he is leaning against the car. No matter how much upset you are about him, in the end of the day, 'damn, he is really my man. Mine.' this is your last thought.

All black outfit, black shiny blazer, heeled boots, loose black shirt, golden chain and analogue watch. But wait, what you observed next was was you were not expecting. Your steps become slower. A brand new hair look. Undercut, cherry red dyed hair with wet look. It's as if you are day dreaming. He definately knows about your new obsession.

You walk up to him, cheeks already stained with heat, you didn't know what to say.

"Looking preety, princess" He compliments you. But, you remind yourself 'act upset.'

"You too." You say it coldly.

"Such a dry compliment? You don't know how much efforts I have put in today's look."

You clearly know what he is talking about, it's the hair, but you are currently playing hard.

"I mean, the look is preety handsome."

"The look?"

"Yeah. What else?"

"Very well."

To be honest, the more you are in front of him, the desperate your hands are growing to just caress his hair until you ruin the hairstyle. And, you just cannot control. An odd strand of his hair, resting on his eyebrow, looks out of place, which you try to fix. But, as your hand is approaching his forehead, he fixes it himself. Opening the door, he motions for you to get in. Irritated, you squeeze your eyes at him in annoyance and he responds you with a naughty smirk. "So, two-player game has finally started." Is what you think.

The ride till destination is just exchange of some words. You were continously resisting the urge to look at him. Just can't get enough of him in that hair colour. And his preety face. Oh god. But, one thing he doesn't knows, is your completely backless dress. He is yet to see it, and you know exactly when to use it as a trigger.

Reaching at the destination, you both are greeted with welcoming smiles from the boys. The 7 balls of sunshine welcoming you and your other grumpy ball of sunshine.

Their smiles are enough to make someone's day better. And, it's just the start of today's evening.

After the short greetings, you are seated at the couch, enjoying the drinks and snacks. Some of the members girlfriends are here too, with whom you are familiar with. There are also other artist from the company, for celebrating ATEEZ success. Such a wholesome company. And, suddenly there are taps on mic, stealing everyone's attention.

"Mic check, okayyy"

It's the director.

"Well, its about the special announcement. Total, of three announcements. Initially, I would like to tell everyone, that our boys, ATEEZ, after Hongjoong joining Balmain as brand ambassador, other boys will also be joining big brands from Korea and also international brands,as bran ambassadors, very soon."

Everyone cheer and congratulate the boys. Sometimes it just makes you tear up, how much these boys are growing.

( fr tho, I cry sometimes. )

"Secondly, ATEEZ will be having a Comeback in June."

Again there are cheers. Not gonna lie, Comeback period is so good, because as Hongjoong's girlfriend, you already know most of things from newest Comeback, and it's just so fun to see Atinys reactions to all the stuff getting released.

"Third, announcement. Out team manager is going to get married this month." This information does get the loudest cheers. The night is full of laughs and smiles. But, it's time for a game now.

Everyone is called up on the dance floor. The upbeat songs fills the environment. It feels like the clubs with all the crazy lightings and upbeat songs. But, as night gets older, upbeat songs turn to skies romantic songs. Ofcourse, for some of the couple present here. It starts with Manager and his soon to be wife joining the dance floor with cute couple dance. Later on, other members, San, Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho also joins the stage with their girlfriends. You were stealing glances with Hongjoong, but he didn't ask you for the dance. It kinda made you upset. But, your bestie did notice it.

"Hey, it's not good to see a preety lady, sitting upset on the couch, while romantic songs are playing here. Come on, dance with me, will you?" It's Wooyoung, holding his hand out for you. Always been a life saver. You could always tryst him in situations like this.

"Gladly" you say with a smile and join him.

All this conversation just received piercing stares from Hongjoong.

On the dance floor, you can't thank Wooyoung enough for offering you for a dance.

"Gosh Wooyoung, you always get the situation right."

"Hmm, I've been observing it since you two came. Did you two fought or something?" He asks.

"Kind of. But just play along with me."

"Sure, your majesty."

As, you start the slow dance, you slowly bring all your hairs to the front from one side, revealing the backless dress.

"Holy, a backless dress. I see what you are doing." Wooyoung says to which you give a low chuckle.

"But, I don't think so I am allowed to touch your back. I'll be burned to ashes by someone."

"It's okay, you can hold my waist instead." You say.

"Oh Wooyoung, you are so loyal and you don't even have a girlfriend yet. How's that possible?"

"Didn't.....find anyone yet. My type is bit weird."

"Your future girlfriend will be so lucky."

"But looks like I won't be lucky anymore. Hongjoong's eyes are literally on fire. He hasn't stopped looking here for a second."

You chuckle to how stresses he sounds.

"You laughing?? Currently I am being used as a pawn and god knows what is going to happen to me, the next time Hongjoong calls me in his room."

"Haha, okay. This much is fine for today. Let's go."

"I hope this gets your work done." He gives you a thumbs up before leaving the stage.

You join Hongjoong again on the couch.

"Are you done dancing?" He is not looking at you. The mad energy radiates from him which gives you goosebumps but you try not to stutter.

"Yeah."

"Looks like you enjoyed it too much."

"Hmm, Wooyoung is actually so good at dancing."

He is still not looking at you.

"I still feel like this night shouldn't end. Its just so good to see eve-"

"We were leaving." He cuts you off.

"What?"

"Get up."

He gets up and heads to give last greetings to boys.

"Why are leaving early? There still alot of time." Seonghwa asks.

"Didn't have some proper rest for some days. Also, I need to drop her first. Right, Princess?"

He says to which you just nod.

Ride back was silent, not a single word exchanged. But as you reached, he grabbed your wrist. Dragging you all way up to your apartment complex, he yanked you into your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"What is it Hongj-"

"Remove everything you have on your body, except that dress."

You are shocked by the sudden command, you just stand there, unmoving.

"Wasn't I enough loud for you to hear that? Get to work." There is something behind those eyes. Something that tells you not to mess up right now.

As you are removing all your accessories and heels, he is also loosening his own tie, folding the sleeves of his shirt to half, unbuttoning half of the buttons, messing his hairs a bit. Shit! The raw look that you enjoy to savour. Everytime he come backs from work or a meeting or award show, and loosening himself up after coming home, you would enjoy him in this look for hours. Not to mention the several times you have secretly pleasured yourself unknowingly imagining him in this look.

After he is done with it, he sits on the corner of the bed, right in front of mirror. He motions you to come closer and stand in front of him. His hands starts from your shoulder, caressing your body from your curves throughout your hips.

"Hmm, what a right choice for a party dress, showing all that cleavage, that back, that curve of the hips. It's not like, I want to limit your freedom, but I definately won't like what's mine to be eye candy for others." His voice goes low.

"Wear what you like baby, but don't use that to test my patience. Understand."

"This dress does not have a kind of good impression on me. Beacuse, it was not me who danced with you." His hands then heads towards your dress zipper but instead of opening the zipper, he straight out rips the dress from your back.

"And I make sure, you never wear this dress again."

The dress is soon pulled down from your body leaving you in your lingerie. No matter how many times you've been naked in front of him, no matter how many times you fucked, the way he looks at your body always brings goosebumps.

He manspreads and motions you to sit on his one lap. And you do as he asked. But, he has other plans today.

"Nah! Not like this baby. Face your back to me."

When you face your back to him, you could see both your figures in the mirror. You sitting on his lap, legs apart, him scanning the scene in front of him. But, what he says next, fills your eyes with horror.

"Since you were being a little bad today, your punishment is to only ride my thigh for today. And if you cum without my orders, forget getting my dick."

The worst thing you could hear today. After trying so hard to just get fucked, but all you get is a punishment, testing how much you can resist your high.

"Come on, baby. Move." His grit his teeth ordering you to begin the show.

Hesitantly, you start moving your hips. Slowly increasing your pace to gain more and more friction. You hands resting on his other thigh and bed, head thrown back, eyes rolled to your brain. Hongjoong resting both of his hands on bed, his head thrown back too. He sure is making you punished, but he himself is not sure how long he can hold back.

You just try to make your movements faster and faster, digging yourself more into his thigh, grinding as if your life depends on it. But, you are frustrated. Frustrated for not getting what you wanted, you click your tounge and whine in frustration while still maintaining the pace.

But your whines are loud enough to catch his attention. He lifts his head up, a victory smirk on his face, droopy eyes. "Did I just hear it right? Little cries of frustration." His mouth is right on your ear. "Frustrated because you didn't get what you wanted? How petty." He chuckles, the vibration of the sound making your ear feel numb.

He places his one hand on your neck, pushing your neck to the back, and other hand on your waist, helping you increase your pace, almost digging his nails in your waist. When you look in the mirror, he already has his eyes, trained on your face. And, you see the lust in his eyes, pure lust.

He for sure is your lovely boyfriend, but when he is filled with lust, it's like completely different person, as if he'd switch roles with some incubus. Not to mention, him having that perfect blood coloured hairs now, make your organs do backflips in your body.

Speaking of that, you try to raise your hands to try touch his hairs, but he is more in his sensed than you do right now. He quickly stops you by holding your hands, and then holding them at your back. You hear a scoff.

"If I let happen what you want the most, then what's the point of my punishment, yeah?"

You click your tounge again, clearly not hiding your frustration anymore. His one hand goes again to your waist, helping you work more faster. But, you can't hold it back longer. Your patience have ended.

“Ho- Hongjong pleasee-” you whisper.

“Hmm, did I hear something?”

“I am…..am so close. Please….”

“Aww, but you know the rules, right”

He is just testing every bit of your patience.

“Please, please, I beg…beg you.”

A single tear roll down your closed eye, out of desperation and your restrained release. But, your breathes grow heavy and you are so…so close to disobey him again. And he notices, stopping your movements.

“On your back, now.”

Without wasting a second, you are laying on bed. He gets in between legs separating them for him to stand on his knees, undressing himself. Finally pulling down his boxer to take out his hard dick. He pumps it himself for some seconds. He comes down to kiss you, or rather you'd say eat your lips out. The way he is kissing you with his tongue exploring every corner in your mouth, making you out of breathe.

Your hand pinned above your head, with one hand still stopping you from achieving your goa of touching his hairsl. Separating his lips from yours, he removes the last remaining pieces of clothes from your body.

“Remember baby, the rules are still same. No cumming without my permission.”

And with that he enters you, bottoming out, making you gasp out loud.

“Gosh, you are so wet, I don't even need to try.”

Then he starts moving, short shallow thrusts at start, pulling out just halfway through and then going all in again. Making your body rock every so slowly. But, then when he is done with the intro, he increases his speed suddenly, pulling almost out but then suddenly snapping in fast making you scream.

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck…ah agh”

“Oh, just this got you cursing like this, the main show is yet to begin.”

With this, starts thrusting fast, so fast that could rip your pussy. The sound of skin slapping, creaking of bed, both your pants and moans, fills the room.

He finally let your hands free to gain more stability, and first thing you do is find his hair. Intervening your hand with his hair, you pull them making Hongjoong groan. He is not that vocal in bed, but when he is, his moans are most best thing your ears have ever heard. And, you always try to find a way to make him moan.

He backs up for a while, halting his movements for seconds, and throwing your legs over his shoulders while still being inside you, wiping his sweat before starting again. This time he is not just thrusting but pushing himself inside of you, basically pushing you into the mattress. Your brain is so fucked out right now, you have no capacity to understand anything. You are gripping the sheets beneath you for your dear life. His balls deep inside of you, pushing in and out, furiously. There's a drool flowing from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolled back.

“Aww, look at that fucked out face. Do I do you that good baby, hmm?"

You hear everything but you are so messed to answer anything to him. All that comes out of your mouth are moans and screams of his name.

He comes down to kiss you again, kissing all that drool away. He bites your lower lip while kissing you, drawing out blood, making you wince, but without a thought he sucks your blood too. That particular action made the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Ahh!! Fuck. Shit baby, your blood tastes sweet- sweet too, ah.” He says within heavy pants. His speed of thrust has become slower but, instead he thrusts in with more force, literally making the bed rock back and forth. Pushing himself in you and at the same time pulling you towards him, with force. It just hits different when he is jealous and wrecks the shit out of you, the best type of sex because he'd give his all to make sure the name coming out of your mouth is only his.

He kissed your legs, from ankle to your knee while still thrusting, leaving bite marks on your calves. And with other hand, he adds two fingers to your already stuffed hole, thrusting with his fingers simultaneously with his dick. That made you scream out loud. Somehow you managed to open your eyes a bit, but as soon as he saw you a mischievous grin appeared on his face, looking directly in your eyes. You knew, there was something going in his head.

He removes his fingers from your hole and starts rubbing on your clit with his palm. No, he knows how to test you. You throw your head back into the mattress because of the sudden added pleasure. He starts rubbing forcefully on your clit, he could almost feel his dick slamming in and out through your skin. That was just bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Ho- Hong, plesee….”

“Umm, please what babe?”

“Hong-....you- you know….please”

“Oh, does my baby wants to cum???” He coos, mockingly.

“Yess….” You nod desperately.

“But, baby. You know the rules right?? What did I say??”

You know he wouldn't let you win, but you can't hold it back. But, coming without him saying so, would just bring you another trouble. You bang your fists on the mattress out of frustration.

“Oh oh, look who is angry.” He coos again. But he instantly comes down, his mouth hovering above your ear, “If you just don't want to go through this, then don't go around making ME angry.” He grits. “Understood. Now wait.”

He starts thrusting again, fast, his both hands on your neck. Your denied climax, him thrusting faster and his hands gripping your neck, all this was too much for you to handle, the overwhelming feeling was making your back arch. You again pull onto his hairs, getting him to moan loudly. Him moaning your name and curses loudly into your ear was your last straw.

“Ahhh,fuck y/n. You feel so fucking good. Ahh.”

“Hong- Hong…please. I can't hold…..”

After some hard thrusts he finally says.

“Baby, cum for me. Together. Come on.”

And with that, you release at the same time as him. Your body going limp suddenly. While he still stays inside you pushing both of your cum further inside you.

He removes himself and lays on you, hugging you from above, peppering your breasts with butterfly kisses.

“Baby, I know I was busy all these days and did not meet you. But don't ever do what you did today. If you want attention, just say it to me. Just know, at the end of the day, I will always come to you. I just can't see you in anyone else's hands.”

You nod with a hum. Your hands find its way to his hairs.

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” You ask.

He scoffs with a guilty ‘yes’

“I saw, lately you've been liking this colour alot. So, I just tried matching my hair with your lipstick shade.”

“You don't know what that did to me.” He chuckles after hearing you.

He suddenly lifts you up in bridal style, heading towards the bathroom.

“Let's bath together. I will wash your hair today, ok.”

No, cuz, i am SOOO crazy over this Hongjoong, like bsnsjkakakakakananwjjsosoaka

[mingwrites]

tits, ass, pussy or thighs

seonghwa ~ tits ALL the way. his most favorite thing in the world is to sit curled up in your lap and suck on them. alternatively, likes to hold on to them as you ride him. there is something very innocent about his fascination with your breasts, something innate and child-like. he treats them delicately and, while he does want to make you feel good, he mostly just likes the way your nipples feel in his mouth.

hongjoong ~ thighs. his preferred sleeping position is to lay his head in your lap so he can always feel the plush and squishy flesh of your thighs. during intercourse, he loves to throw one or both of them over his shoulder, and when he eats you out, he prefers to have you sit on his face so he can feel utterly surrounded by your powerful thighs. he'll also cover them in bites and scratches, so look out.

yunho ~ an ass man til death. in yunho's life, there will never be anything more important than your ass. it's on his mind day and night, and always the part of you he can't help but stare at. he also has a hard time not touching it. whether he's grabbing two giant handfuls during sex, or feeling you up in front of all your friends, your ass always belongs to him. also, he likes to eat it too.

yeosang ~ thighs. nothing gets yeosang going like the sight of you in a pair of short shorts, walking around confidently, your powerful thighs commanding each movement. he loves the shape of them, the softness of your skin, the strong muscles inside. he loves to hold, knead, massage, caress, tickle. and similar to hongjoong, he loves feeling trapped and helpless beneath the strength of your thighs when you sit on his face.

san ~ it's hard to say, because he truly adores all of them. but san has a weak spot for your tits. he goes crazy watching them bounce every time he fucks into you. he loves using them to tease you, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy by pinching, rubbing, and licking them, never touching you anywhere else. he loves being rough with them, squeezing and pulling at them, and nibbling mercilessly on your nipples.

mingi ~ pussy, pussy, pussy. mingi forgets about literally everything else in the world when your pussy is in the question. you can use it to get him to do anything; he'll beg and cry, or eat you out for hours, or otherwise stop at no means just to get his dick inside your warm, wet pussy. he loves the way it squeezes him, loves watching himself disappear inside of you, and loves doing whatever you want him to do to it.

wooyoung ~ a tie between ass and pussy. he basically just loves the lower half of you. he loves watching your hips when you dance, or simply just walk across the room, while he mentally undresses you. he equally enjoys fucking both of your holes, and loves filling them both up. whether that's with a dildo, his fingers, or a third partner (san), seeing you completely full makes him melt.

jongho ~ thighs and ass. he likes to show off his strength by holding you up by your thighs as he fucks you against a wall. and he loves to slap your ass when he gets you on all fours. he becomes instantly horny when you wear yoga pants, watching your ass jiggle and bounce, all the while getting off on knowing that he's the only person who gets to see you out of those pants.

[moonlustav]

-Impulsive Tendencies

San x Wooyoung

(Repost from Ao3)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, Gay sex, Dirty talk, spanking, kissing, Anal sex, Rimming, Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, Creampie

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San couldn’t keep his eyes off Wooyoung’s ass, wetting his lips as he watched it jiggle with each step he took. The way it sat round and plump in his tight briefs, the outline of his crack slightly visible through the white fabric, his golden tan cheeks peeking through the bottom of the underwear. He almost let out a moan at the sight, desperately wanting to squeeze the soft flesh and bury his face between the globes.  

He watched as the younger boy grabbed a pair of tight leather pants from the clothing rack and threaded his long legs through them, doing a little hop as he pulled them up around his waist. His butt still looked tight and firm in the trousers, just as juicy as it was bare.

The dressing room was in chaos, which was typical when they were only fifteen minutes away from recording their music bank stage. Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho were rushing around looking for the final accessories to add to their outfits, the make-up artists were doing their last minute touches on Hongjoong and Mingi’s foundation and the sound mixers were making sure there were no technical difficulties with Seonghwa’s mic.

San, however, was slumped down on the black couch in the corner of the room, having been ready minutes before everyone else had. Having nothing better to do, he couldn’t help but watch Wooyoung get changed, which uncoincidentally led him to become painfully hard. He had one hand rested on his crotch in an attempt to conceal the obvious bulge in his dark gray jeans. He felt hot and feverish, aching arousal growing in his cock, throbbing and twitching and needing some stimulating relife. There was no way he could get on stage with his dick this hard and with his mind preoccupied with such horny thoughts.

He could go jerk off real quick and be done with time to spare before their stage. But where’s the fun in that? He jumped to his feet and scurried to the other side of the room where Wooyoung stood, keeping his boner covered with his right hand and trying his best not to limp.

“Let’s fuck,” he boldly whispered in the other boy’s ear, groping his butt through his pants.

Wooyoung turned his head and gave him a look of shock as he pulled his sleeveless shirt over his head. “You’re joking right?” 

San shook his head.

“We don’t have time!”

“I’ll be quick I promise. I need it, please,” San pouted, grabbing Wooyoung’s wrist and placing his hand on his crotch. The younger boy bit his lip at the feeling of San’s rock hard cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans, teasingly running his fingers along the thick bulge, feeling it twitch against his palm.  

“Fine,” he whispered back, their lips only inches apart.

Seconds later the two of them were in the private, one stall bathroom down the hall, San seated on the toilet seat with Wooyoung straddled on his lap, sloppily sucking and licking each other's lips with a desperate hunger. The air was hot and sticky, and the wet sounds of their kissing and the sweet moans that escaped their mouths were the only noises that could be heard. 

Wooyoung roughly ran his fingers through San’s dark greasy hair, exploring the older’s mouth with his tongue and skillfully rolling his hips against his lap. San moaned, feeling Wooyoung grind against his crotch, tightly squeezing the younger boy’s ass through his pants and rocking his body at a more aggressive pace. 

“Let me eat your ass,” San growled in a breathy voice, sucking down on Wooyoung’s neck. 

“No, we don’t have time for foreplay,” Wooyoung whined. “Just stick it in me.”

San pulled off the boy’s neck and gave him a filthy glare. “Fine, you asked for it.”

He undid Wooyoung’s belt at record speed, stripping the back of his leather pants down to his thighs, watching as the boy’s long dripping cock bounced out of his underwear. He moaned at the sight, slapping both hands on Wooyoung’s soft jiggly ass cheeks and massaging his fingers against the warm flesh of his backside. “Fuck, your ass is nice.”

Wooyoung was impatient, removing San’s hands from his butt, and standing up off his lap. He loved how his body drove the older boy crazy, watching him practically vibrate with anticipation as he pulled his pants down past his knees.

“You better give it to me good,” Wooyoung hissed, staring the older boy in the eye as he bent down and unbuttoned San’s jeans, seductively pulling them down with his briefs and licking his lips as he watched his thick meat pop out. Despite having seen the older boy’s cock dozens of times before, he was still amazed by the length and girth of the glorious fat dick. 

“Fuck, San,” Wooyoung moaned, his mouth watering in anticipation, “You have lube right?” 

“Duh, you think I’m an idiot?” San mocked him, reaching down and taking a small packet of lube out from his pants pocket. Wooyoung saddled himself back on San's sweaty naked thighs, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and impatiently waiting for his ass to be filled. San slicked two of his fingers in the sticky lube and pressed them against the younger’s entrance, earning a high pitched whine.

“Fuck you’re needy.” San slid the digit’s inside and began scissoring him open, watching the younger boy become undone with the way he moved around inside him, feeling his warm, tight hole clench around his fingers. 

“Nnnng, enough fingering, just fuck me already,” Wooyoung begged, fucking himself back against the digit’s to increase the stimulation.

“But you’re still so tight, it’s gonna hurt like hell if I-“

“I don’t care. I just want your dick in me now,” Wooyoung breathed out in his ear. San almost came just at the sound of his words, thrusting his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling out and lubing up his rock hard cock.

He playfully slapped his fat length against Wooyoung’s rim, knowing just how much he hated being teased, the younger grinding back against it, so desperate to get him inside. San gave him what he wanted, pushing the head of his cock against Wooyoung’s hole and letting out a deep moan as he felt the boy’s ass begin to slurp him up. 

“Aggh fuck,” Wooyoung winced, bitting down on San’s neck as he felt the stinging pleasure of his walls being stretched. 

“You want me to slow down?” San asked, now about halfway inside his ass, clutching Wooyoung’s waist and gently guiding him down on his dick. 

“No don’t, I like it.” Wooyoung sat up straighter on San’s lap so he could look him in the eye, slowly sinking down fully on his cock and feeling it fill him up. He steadily began rocking his hips back and forth as he adjusted to San’s size, breathy moans escaping his lips as he felt the length drag against his sensitive walls. 

“Oh baby,” San breathed out, addicted to the way Wooyoung rolled his hips against lap, his dick engulfed in the warm, tightness of his hole. Their breath was hot against their skin, the two of them clawing at each other’s bodies as the aching arousal washed over them.

“Mhmmm, you like being inside my tight little hole don’t you,” Wooyoung teased, sliding his fingers in and out of San’s wet mouth.

“Y-yes, I like it,” San nodded.

“Yeah, you want it faster?”

“Nnnng, Yes baby.”

“You want it harder?”

“Mmmh, yes harder.”

Wooyoung bounced up and down at a rapid pace, running the entirety of San’s thick dick through his ass, splitting and stretching open his tight, juicy hole. San dug his nails into the flesh of the boy’s ass, guiding him along his cock and occasionally bucking up into the tight heat to increase the stimulation. 

Their fucking was rough and dirty, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the two of them growling and moaning into each other’s open mouths, rocking their bodies up and down, back and fourth. San ruthlessly spanked Wooyoung’s ass over and over again, watching it jiggle with each slap he made, leaving a red handprint on each cheek.

Wooyoung rode San’s cock like a pro, holding the older boy’s face with a tight grip and slamming down on his dick over and over again. He knew just how he liked it, pumping his length in such a way that made his knees weak and his toes curl. 

“Fuck, you take my dick so good,” San purred, now thrusting up into him, causing their sweat soaked thighs to clap together, the penetration so deep and sloppy.

“Nnnng, I love it when you use my ass San, ohhh fuck me just like that,” Wooyoung whined, the head of the older’s cock perfectly stabbing his prostate, making his eyes roll back.

“Oh shit, slow down you’re gonna make me cum,” San breathed out, easing his thrusts. 

“That’s good San, I want you to cum for me,” Wooyoung moaned into his mouth as he grinded. 

“No, I don’t wanna cum yet.”

“Dude! We have less than ten minutes till our stage just cum in my ass,” Wooyoung whined, continuing to aggressively bounce up and down, attempting to milk him to completion.

“No please Wooyoung please, just let me eat your ass for like two minutes before I cum, please!” San begged, gripping Wooyoung’s hips to hold him still.

“Uggh fine, you fucking baby,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes and slid off his dick with a moan. He turned around and lifted his tank top up past his waist, bending over and giving San a face full of his ass.

“Oooh yes,” San moaned out, spreading his creamy cheeks apart and gazing at his stretched out entrance, slicked up in lube, cum and juices. 

“You like my ass don’t you, baby boy,” Wooyoung teased, looking back at him.

“Yes baby,” San hastily darted his tongue inside, licking and prodding around Wooyoung’s puckered hole, taking in the salty, filthy taste of his glory. He drove deeper and deeper, holding onto the younger’s hips and burying his face between his ass cheeks, furiously feasting on his rim.

Wooyoung hated to admit it, but god did San know how to eat ass. The way his hot, slippery tongue boldly swirled and dragged against his walls at just the right place, skillfully sucking the clenching muscle in the most lewd, sloppy way. It made his knees weak, arching his back and rolling his hips on San’s face to increase the stimulation. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” Wooyoung moaned, stroking his cock with one hand and gripping a scruff of San’s hair with the other, guiding him up and down on his rim. The sound of the older boy eating him out was wet and filthy, and it was only growing louder. He could feel his orgasm rising closer to the surface, becoming enthralled by the way San expertly worked his tongue.

Just as San was getting lost in the sweaty scent and tangy taste of his hole, the younger tugged his hair back, pulling his face out from between his cheeks. 

“What are you doing?” San asked with concern in his voice, his skin flushed and saliva dripping down his chin. 

“That’s all you get you needy slut, time to make you cum.” Wooyoung teased, spreading his cheeks and sinking back down on his cock. San moaned as he watched his length get consumed inside the younger’s perfect ass, feeling the wet, warmth of his hole envelope around him.

Wooyoung immediately began to bounce, gripping the older boy’s thick thighs and continuously impaling himself on the hard meat, feeling every inch drag against his stretched out walls. His cheeks jiggled each time he slapped down on San’s lap, moaning out in such a whiny and desperate way, making the older boy go crazy.

“Shit that’s good,” San grunted, his dick pulsing inside him, aroused by the way he rolled his hips and grinded his cock against his walls. He squeezed Wooyoung’s sweaty ass as he rode him, guiding him up and down, becoming entranced by the filthy penetration.

“Nnnng, you gonna fill my ass with your cum, you dirty boy,” Wooyoung growled, looking back at San and spreading his cheeks in order to slide up and down on his dick more easily. The perverted look on his face almost sent San over the edge. He needed to take control.

He grabbed Wooyoung’s waist and stood up on his feet, roughly pushing the younger one up against the door without leaving his ass. He immediately began to buck his hips at a brutal pace, pressing Wooyoung’s face against the door as he chased the white hot pleasure his hole provided.

“F- fuck San,” the younger cried out in a broken moan, his knees shuddering and his eyes rolling back as the older’s dick fucked straight into his prostate over and over again. The flesh of his ass was hot and red from the relentless pounding of San’s hips against him, ruthlessly hammering into him with a fierce passion. 

No one fucked Wooyoung like San did. No one could make him feel this dirty and desperate, so filled with hunger and passion, his guts being practically turned inside out. Their raw sexual chemistry was intense and addictive, giving them both an extraordinary high that flowed through their minds and bodies.

“Shit, you’re so good Wooyoung, you’re so good to me,” San hissed in his ear, breeding his hole like his life depended on it. 

“Ohhh yes San, give it to me harder please!” Wooyoung bounced his ass back against SAN’s hips, increasing the depth of the sloppy, vigorous penetration.

Their moans were harsh and shameless, the two of them practically gasping for breath as they fucked with every ounce of energy they had left, not giving a thought to who could hear them out in the hallway. 

San could tell that Wooyoung was close; he was pressing hard against the door and his hole was clenched tightly around his cock with his moans becoming high pitched and breathy.

“Please, make me cum,” he begged, his head hanging down and his eyes watering. With just a few more thrusts of San’s dick he was cumming hard, arching his back and letting out a desperate moan as he squirted strings of cum onto the bathroom door. He was a vibrating mess, his orgasm washing over him with the older boy fucking him though it without a moment’s hesitation.

Seeing Wooyoung fall apart with arousal sent San over the edge, letting out a deep, aching cry as he slammed his cock inside the younger’s ass, stuffing him with his hot load. Wooyoung rolled his hips against the older’s pelvis, grinding his throbbing dick inside his hole and feeling his warm cum fill him up.

San wearily collapsed his upper body on top of Wooyoung as his orgasm faded, groaning as he tried to catch his breath. They were both a sweaty wreck, their vision blurry and their minds still hazy from the intense stimulation.

“That was…that was…” 

“…the best,” Wooyoung breathlessly finished his sentence.

“…Yeah,” San panted with his cheek pressed against the other boy’s back. Once he got himself together, he gently slid his dick out of Wooyoung's ass and watched as trails of cum dribbled out of his ruined hole. The younger boy looked back at him and teasingly winked his entrance, sloppily pushing the rest of his load out of his ass, making a filthy squelching sound. 

“Mhmmm, look at that,” San hummed, dropping to his knees and shamelessly licking a stripe along Wooyoung’s messy rim, tasting his own load in his mouth.

“Nnnng, you stuffed me so good San,” Wooyoung groaned, with hooded eyes and a groggy smile, wiggling his ass against the older boy’s face. 

“Yeah baby, you made me cum so hard,” San growled, jiggling Wooyoung’s cheeks and giving him a rough spank. “Wanna go for round two?” he said with a bright grin, only half joking. 

Wooyoung chuckled breathlessly. “You’re really something else Choi San.”

[beatteez]

ride - j.wy

정 우영

boyfriend!wooyoung x afab!reader

genre: just smut 18+

warnings: face riding, oral (f receiving)

"wooyoung.."

"shut up" his hand reaches up covering your mouth. your hips grind against his tongue, muffling his words. he start sucking at your clit, holding you still for a second then letting you grind against his tongue again.

his nose hits your clit deliciously, a quiet whimper falling from your lips. wooyoung slides his hand down to pinch at your nipples, his other hand moving you along on his tongue.

"you taste so fucking good" his words are muffled again as he holds you still, working on your clit again. you feel the pleasure building up faster than you anticipated.

"woo..fuck.." you pause feeling him bring your clit between his lips again. he hums looking up at you, your eyes looking down at him. the way his eyes are looking at you and the vibration of him humming pushes you over the edge "..cumming."

he holds you still not stopping his work from your clit, your hand covering your mouth, doing your best to muffle your moans so his members wont hear. your body curls up, leaning forward over him, whimpering from the on coming feeling of overstimulation.

you pull yourself off of his mouth panting. his soft laugher is heard from under you. his hand connects with you ass.

"thats what you get for saying i have a ridable nose"

masterlist

[minkoongi]

say my name - kang yeosang

yeosang x y/n x mingi

word count: 3790+

synopsis: you and yeosang have been friends for years. lately, things have been getting rather tense between you two but neither want to confront anything in fear of ruining your friendship. after yeosang invites you to his concert, all bets are off when he acts like you don't exist the entire time. will you finally have the courage to face your fears and tell him how you feel? or will you get yourself into a situation you may not be able to handle?

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), explicit language, implied consent, dom yeosang and Mingi, sub reader, threesome, hand jobs, oral sex (male and female receiving), dirty talk, cum eating, mild bisexual behavior, creampie, crying, slight breeding kink if you squint, aftercare, lil tiny bit of fluff at the end.

a/n: im seeing ateez in a few weeks and the photos/vids of them on this US tour are driving me insane. so this is the result of that???? idk i did this mainly for sommer and spooks so i hope you like it

You watched with wild eyes as your best friend stood on stage with sweat dripping down his body. Yeosang invited you to his concert weeks ago but you didn't actually say yes until the last minute. It’s not that you didn’t want to go. Of course you wanted to support Yeosang and the rest of Ateez but things were growing more complicated between you two recently. What started as a few innocent glances here and there, have turned into eye fucking each other every chance you had. He acted oblivious to his actions the one night you felt enough courage to ask him about it but deep down you knew he wasn't stupid. 

Now you stood in your own vip suite in the arena they were playing at, watching him smile at the crowd of adoring fans. Your eyes couldn't help wonder across his toned body. He wore a black leather vest with large buckles on the straps and fitted dress pants. The outfit highlighted his rather small waist and muscular biceps. You weren’t sure if maybe it were the bright stage lights shining down on him or the angle in which your seat provided but he looked like a god. His black hair was slicked back and sweat glistened off his neck as he spoke to the crowd with beaming joy. 

The concert went by in a blur. Before you knew it, you were being escorted backstage by their staff to the waiting room. You could hear their loud voices booming off the walls of the hallway as you prepared yourself to enter the room. Quickly smoothing down your dress, you give a slight nod to the staff member in front of you. They opened the door for you as you took your first steps in to greet the memebers. You didn't get very far before Wooyoung ran up to you with the happiest look on his face. 

“y/n! You made it!” 

He engulfed your small frame into a big hug. 

“Of course I did. I’d never miss a chance to see my favourite boys!” 

You chirped happily. 

Your eyes quickly fell to Yeosang sitting quietly in the far corner of the room. His intense eyes were glued to his phone. Something about the lack of response to your arrival caused an ache in your chest. You pushed the feeling aside and took a seat next to Yunho and Mingi. Everyone asked you about your thoughts on the concert and what your favourite parts were. You kept the conversation going while sneaking small glances at Yeosang who continued to act as though you weren’t even there. 

Eventually, one by one the boys excused themselves to go clean up before heading to the hotel. After chatting for a while the only people left in the waiting room were Mingi, Yeosang, and you. Both the boys were still wearing their stage clothes, at some point during your chat Mingi removed his hoodie he had on, leaving him in a loose fitting white tank top. You couldn’t help noticing the small things he was doing to draw your attention to his body. Whether it be fidgeting with the rings on his long fingers or adjusting the tank top ever so slightly so you can get a quick glimpse of this toned torso. You weren’t the only one who noticed what he was doing, Yeosang sat across from you with a look of jealousy plastered across his face. A part of you wanted to see how far you could take this situation before he admitted something was different between you two lately. You’d never imagine Yeosang actually acting upon anything so it was worth a shot. 

Keeping up the causal conversation, you moved your body closer to Mingi. To the untrained eye, it would have looked like you simply shifted in your seat to get more comfortable but you knew exactly what you were doing. The movement caused your dress to ride up on your thighs ever so slightly. You could feel Mingi’s eyes scanning down your legs before making eye contact with you. When Yeosang first introduced you to his member, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Mingi attractive. As you became closer to everyone, Yeosang noticed something was going on between you and Mingi but when he asked you about it, you simply brushed it off. After that Yeosang never brought it up again. Mingi has kept his distance from you ever since that day. A part of you feels like Yeosang said something to him about it but you never had the courage to ask.  

In this moment, you could feel the tension beaming off of Mingi. You knew he’d never do anything with Yeosang there so naturally you fixed your dress and flashed some puppy dog eyes towards him. After a minute or so, Yeosang looked up from his phone and narrowed his eye at you. 

“What do you want?”

He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Can you get me a bottle of water please” 

Flashing a smile at him as he groaned. 

“Now is that any way to treat your best friend who came all this way just to see you perform?”

You said lightly. You knew Yeosang better than most people. He would also grab himself a bottle of water and most likely drink it before heading back with yours. It would give you a few moments to push things a little further with Mingi. Nothing too scandalous but maybe just enough to make Yeosang more jealous than before. You knew it was wrong but at this point, if this was the only way you’d be able to get him to admit something more was going on, you were willing to risk it. Like clockwork, he excused himself from the room. shutting the door with a loud bang. 

“You know he sees what you're doing right?”  

Mingi said with a devilish grin. 

“I have no idea what you're going on about, Ming” 

You sighed. 

“Righhht. You definitely didn't push your dress a bit just then to make Yeosang jealous”

You couldn’t help feeling your cheeks heat up at his comment. He noticed your reaction, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. 

“You know pushing his buttons may result in something you may not be able to handle, princess.” 

His hand lightly brushed up against your exposed thigh causing you to shiver. Everything in your brain was telling you to abort and go find Yeosang to apologise but your body remained still. Before you could muster up a response, the door opened and Yeosang returned with a bottle of water for you. Mingi reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and stood up from his seat. Nodded slightly to Yeosang and gave you a quick wink before closing the door behind him. 

Yeosang didn’t speak to you the entire way to the hotel. You could tell he was fuming by the way his jaw ticked as he watched the building pass by. You were too nervous to say anything to him because you didn’t want to make him more upset. So you stayed silent until you reached your hotel room. Before entering the room, you took your chance to say something to break the tension. 

“Yeosang I-” 

You were cut off by his lips smashing into yours. His hands immediately grabbed onto your neck as he pulled you close to him. Your back fell against the door as you pressed yourself into him. Breaking the kiss as a small gasp left your mouth when he gripped your waist roughly. You don’t remember when or how the door opened but before you realised, you were making your way into the hotel room. His lips never leave your as you find your way to the bed. Yeosang gently pushes you onto the bed. His eyes were full of lust as he took in the sight before him. You paused to catch your breath for a moment, you wish you could pinch yourself to be sure this wasn't a dream. Youe attention snapped back into focus as his deep voice rang through the room. 

“y/n, stand up and strip for me. I will be right back” 

He said. 

You shot him a confused look before rising from the bed. He could sense you were hesitant so he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“Trust me” 

Was all he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Your body shook with anticipation as you removed your clothing piece by piece until you were in nothing but your thin panties. You decided to keep a small part of your dignity by not removing them just yet. The door opened quickly as you turned to see Yeosang standing in the entryway to the room. The expression on his face almost looked much darker and devious. Something about this situation seemed a little odd as he continued to stand there with the door open. Without thinking you covered yourself, never removing your eyes from his.

“Would you look at that, she’s hiding herself from us” 

Yeosang said in a low tone. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Us?

“Now, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s just us, princess.” 

Mingi’s tall frame stood behind him in the doorway. They closed the door before slowly walking towards where you stood. They’re eyes never leaving your body. You felt dizzy with confusion as they closed in on you. You couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your thighs as they stared at you like you were their last meal. Yeosang was the first to make contact with you. Snaking his hands around your waist, you leaned into his warm body. He spun you around on your feet so your back was flush against his chest. His hands continued to explore across your body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“You wanted my attention so badly earlier you were willing to act like a little slut with Mingi when you know you're mine.” 

Yeosang’s voice vibrated against your neck as he pulled you in closer to him. 

“You’ve never claimed me as yours. I can do whatever I want-” 

Your words fell short as his hands made their way to your throat causing you to gasp at the new sensation. 

“You’re right, I haven't claimed you because you’ve always been a good girl. That was until you tried to use Mingi to make me jealous.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment but also excitement. Yeosang has always been so sweet to you, this was a side of him you’ve never seen before. It turned you on more than anything. 

“Now we’re going to punish you for being such a naughty girl. Do you understand, y/n?”

Mingi growled as he stepped towards you. Yeosang continued to roam his hands freely over your body as Mingi placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you could look at him. 

“He asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer him” 

Yeosang suddenly slapped your ass, making you cry out in pain. You nodded your head eagerly. Mingi moved his hands up to your face to pull you into a deep kiss. It was much different than the kiss you shared with Yeosang. Mingi’s was more eager when Yeosang was passionate. Yeosang let out a low moan as he felt your body reacting to Mingi’s touch. Your brain felt fuzzy as you tried to keep up with what was going on. They’re hands found their way to your breasts, teasing them roughly as you let out a small moan. 

“Fuck” 

You moaned. 

Mingi’s hand worked its way down your body and found your clothed core. He drew small circles over your clit causing your back to arch onto Yeosang chest. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your ass as you leaned on his. He let out a groan as you moved yourself against him. Mingi broke away from your body for a moment to lead you towards the bed. The sudden loss of body heat made you shiver. They guided you to lay on the bed as they began removing their clothes. Your fingers moved lightly over your core making you gasp and moan at how wet you were. Yeosang and Mingi stared at your with wide eyes as you continued to touch yourself for them. Bucking your hips and whining at the desperate feeling.

“Touch me please. I need you.”

You whined. 

“Begging already, princess? You’ll have to try harder than that to get what you want.” 

Mingi teased. 

“After what you pulled tonight, you need to prove to us you deserve our attention.”

Yeosang said while removing the rest of his clothes. You pulled your hands away from your heat and crawled towards the end of the bed. Once you were seated between the two men, you started rubbing their clothed erections through their underwear. They both felt impressive in size. Mingi wasted no time freeing his painfully hard cock from the confines of his underwear. You didn't wait for any direction from him as you began pumping his cock at a slow but steady pace. Yeosang took his time taking in the sight before freeing himself as well. Watching his best friend, the girl he’s wanted more than anyone else, jerk off one of his members. Yeosang shouldn’t be are turned on as he is but the sight in front of his was too erotic not to be aroused. 

Reaching your hand out for Yeosang, you begin pumping him at the same pace. Mingi was definitely longer than Yeosang by an inch or so but he made up for what he lacked in length with how wide his cock was. Both men let out soft moans as you continued working their cocks. You turned towards Yeosang, attaching your wet mouth to the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet precum that was leaking out of it. You couldn't help moan as you pulled him deeper into your mouth until you began to gag slightly. This earned a loud moan from both men as Mingi weaved his hands into your hair, controlling to the pace of you sucking Yeosang’s cock. 

“Mmmmm just like that. What a good slut” 

Mingi moaned. He was enjoying watching Yeosang fall apart as you worked your tongue on the underside of his cock. Pulling away to gasp for air, your mouth was quickly filled when Mingi turned your head towards him and shoved himself down your throat. Setting a rough pace, he practically fucked your face as you rubbed your thighs together. Feeling your wetness dripping down your thighs. Coming up for air, strings of spit hung off Mingi’s cock from your mouth. Turning your attention back to Yeosang, your hands came up to lightly cup his balls as you continued taking his deeper into your throat. 

“Fuck, y/n. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” 

You looked up at him as he dropped his head back in bliss. Mingi grabbed your hair once again and held you down on Yeosang’s cock. Both men moaned as you did your best not to gag all over him. Reaching next to you, you pumped Mingi’s cock at a rough pace. He released his grip on your head allowing you a moment to breathe. It only took a minute or so more before Yeosang was bucking his hips and coming down your throat. You gladly swallowed every drop before you were pulled to your feet and placed onto the bed. 

Mingi came to your side, attaching his mouth to your nipple. Sucking and pulling lightly with his teeth, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. Your head spun as Yeosang left wet kisses up your legs towards your soaking cunt. In one swift motion your panties were removed, Yeosang’s mouth replaced where the thin fabric once sat. Your back arched off the bed as you threw your head back. Your hands found his hair, lightly tugging at his scalp as you bucked your hips, chasing your high. 

“Please please please need to cum” 

You practically screamed. Gripping on to Mingi’s hands as he held on to your throat cutting off your air flow. You were gasping for air until he released the grip on your neck. Oxygen didn’t have the chance to fill your lungs when your body was overtook by your orgasm washing over you. 

“Hyung, let me taste her” 

Mingi said in a husky voice. Yeosang pulled himself away from your dripping pussy and made his way up to where you laid. Without giving you a second to process what was going on as you came down from your high, Yeosang attached his mouth to Mingi’s in a deep kiss. You grew wet again and reached your fingers down to your sensitive clit as you watched the two men share your release on their lips.

“So sweet” 

Yeosang hummed again Mingi’s lips. You couldn’t help moaning their names as they brought their attention back to you. 

“It seems our baby girl isn't satisfied yet?” 

Mingi hummed. 

“Do you need to be filled up, princess?”

You nodded feverishly in response. Mingi made his way between your legs, pulling you closer until the tip of his cock ever so slightly penetrated your tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Slowly he pushed his way into you. Yeosang assumed the position behind you so your head was resting gently against his stomach. Mingi didn’t give you a chance to adjust to his size before pulling almost completely out then slamming back into you. Your tits bounced as he pounded into you. 

“Look how well she’s taking my cock, hyung. Such a good girl for us.” 

Mingi moaned. Yeosang hummed his approval as he brushed some pieces of hair from your forehead. 

“My sweet y/n. Taking his cock like that. Are you enjoying yourself?” 

Yeosang waited a moment for a response before reaching down and slapping your clit lightly causing you to scream. 

“y/n use your words” 

He said sternly. 

“Yes yes yes feels so good” 

You screamed. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as Mingi drilled into you. His thrusts became sloppy as high was approaching. You whined and whimpered about needing to cum and it being too much for you to take. Without warning, Mingi withdrew from you and let out hot robes on cum all over your stomach and cunt. 

“Look at the mess you made, Min. Don't you think we should clean you up?” 

Yeosang and Mingi dropped their heads down between your thighs and onto your stomach, licking up every drop of cum off of you. You were so fucked out you barely even noticed each of them shoving their fingers into your mouth so you can get a taste. The small licks against your overly sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to send you over the edge once again. You hadn’t even come down from your high before feeling Yeosang pushing his cock against your entrance. Unlike Mingi, Yeosang took his sweet time working himself into you. 

“God, you feel like heaven. I’ve waited so long for this” 

Yeosang moaned loudly as he pumped into your throbbing hole. Mingi laid next to you, drawing lazy circled on your clit as Yeosang fucked into you sweetly. He was nowhere near as rough as Mingi was but was still hitting so deep inside you, your legs shook.. Your body felt like it was on fire in the most marvellous way. 

After a few minutes, his thrusts changed from slow and steady to fast and deep. Even in your fucked out state, you somehow managed to still moan his name as he drilled into your abused hole. 

“Take this cock baby. This pussy belongs to me. All fucking mine.” Once again you were nodding like an idiot until Mingi placed his hands back on your throat and squeezed, earning a gasp from you. 

“Use your words like a good girl, y/n”

He removed his hands from your throat allowing you to suck in a deep breath before responding.

“Yes, it belongs to you and only you. Fuck Yeosang dont stop!”

You screamed. Hearing his name was all the encouragement he needed to pick up the pace. He fucked into you harshly, your back arched so high you thought it might break if you took any more. Both of your orgasms were approaching as the entire room filled with the three of you moaning. Mingi pumped his cock in his fist at a steady speed while watching Yeosang slam himself into you. 

“Please cum for me. Make me yours” 

You cried. Tears spilled from your eyes as you clawed at his skin and held on to Mingi’s thigh as your third and final orgasm ripped through your body. Both men let out heavenly sounds as you came all over Yeosang’s cock. That was all he needed to push him over the edge as his thrust became sloppy. 

“I’m gonna fuck every last drop of my cum into you” 

Yeosang thrusted into you one last time before painting your walls with his seed. Mingi came within a second, spilling himself all over his hand and stomach. 

The three of you laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Yeosang got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm towel and some water. Carefully they both cleaned you up and helped you to the bathroom. After you were done, Yeosang picked you up gently and brought you back to the bed. Tucking you into the soft blankets. You weren’t entirely sure when Mingi left but quietly Yeosang sank into bed next to you and pulled you close to him. 

“Yeosang, I’m sorry for making you jealous-” He cut you off with a tender kiss before you could continue. 

“Y/n, it’s okay. Honestly I wasn’t jealous. I asked Mingi to help me finally tell you how I felt because I didn’t know what to say. Of course, in typical Ming fashion, he came up with a better idea” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. 

“Oh so that was all his idea then?” 

You questioned playfully. 

“Shhh don’t ruin the moment”

Yeosang closed his eyes and pulled you closer to his chest. He had a grin that made your heart melt written all over his face. 

“Fine I’ll let it slide as long as I have you all to myself next time”

You said quietly. 

“Whatever you want, princess. You’ll have to tell Mingi yourself though”