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Jolene

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 8k

Includes- ⭐based on the song Jolene by Dolly Parton

Lots of angst, blow job, deep throating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jolene", Yeosang murmurs in his sleep as he flips to his other side, my heart breaking, "You're so.....so pretty"

I wipe the tears from my eyes hastily, trying not to cry more as I sit up in bed, looking at him

But I fail

This is the fourth night in a row that Yeosang has dreamed about Jolene

He's dreamed about her before but not this many nights in a row

She's a new makeup artist that was hired two months ago

She's gorgeous with fiery auburn hair, perfect ivory skin and emerald green eyes

Tall but still shorter than Yeosang, model body

She's Irish and has a cute Irish accent as well as a dimple on each cheek when she smiles

And she's constantly smiling at Yeosang

I'm Yeosang's stylist so I'm always there when she's around him

I see her constantly flirting with him

And sometimes I catch him flirting back

I don't know if he's doing it purposely or absentmindedly and I'm too chicken shit to ask him

There's no way I could compare to her

I'm just normal- short, long dark brown hair, boring brown eyes, no dimples

My skin isn't as clear or smooth as hers

I'm Italian but I don't have a cute Italian accent

I have the rude, loud New York accent from where I grew up

I know most guys would choose her over me

I just hope Yeosang doesn't

I love him so much

We've been together for two and a half years, when he went after me after I was hired

He's just so sweet, loving, hot and adorable

He's perfect

And she has her eyes set on him

I'm trying to not be jealous but it's hard when he's talking about her in his sleep

I'm so scared I'm losing him and I don't know what to do

"Mmm Jolene. Green...eyes", he murmurs, "No...don't..So...pre...want....you"

Tears break over my waterline and I let out a sob I didn't mean to

Yeosang stirs while I clamp my hand over my mouth

I don't want him to wake up and see me crying again

I don't want to talk about it

"Kiss me", he mutters, "Want...kiss..you"

I keep my mouth closed but I can't help the tears, my body trembling as I cry

Yeosang's eyes open and he groggily moves his gaze to me

His eyes snap awake and he sits up immediately, moving hair from my face, "Jagi what's wrong?"

I just shake my head

I can't tell him

"Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?", he asks, pulling me immediately in his arms, holding me tightly

Which just makes me cry more

"Jagi, please baby. You're scaring me"

"Nnn...nightmare", I stammer, telling him the same thing I've told him for four nights

"The same one jagi?", he asks, running his fingers in my hair

I just nod

"I'm sorry baby. Can you tell me about the nightmare?", he asks

I shake my head

He asks the same thing every night and every night I stay quiet

He normally lets it go but I have a feeling he's not going to tonight

"Please baby?", he asks, confirming my suspicions, "You never had nightmares before and now you're having them every night. Maybe if you talk about it, it'll go away"

I wish that were true but it's not

"Please tell me jagi"

"You ..you're just gone", I whisper, telling him some semblance of my fears, "I don't know where you are but you're not there. I lost you"

He holds me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hair, "That's not going to happen baby. You'll never lose me jagi. I love you too much to be without you"

I cry harder at his words wanting so much to believe him

But how can I when he's dreaming of another girl?

When he flirts with another girl?

It's a constant battle in my head and it's so draining

"It's ok baby. I'm here ok", he says soothingly, "I'll always be here. I love you so much"

"I love you Yeosang", I sob

He just holds me, playing with my hair, giving me small kisses until I've calmed down and the crying has stopped

"Want to lay down jagi?", he asks

I nod

I'm exhausted but I'm worried I'm not going to fall asleep

That he will first and I'll have to hear him dream about her again

"I..I don't think I can sleep", I tell him

He smiles softly, "It's ok baby. I'll stay up with you. I won't fall asleep until after you do ok?"

"Ok", I whisper

He presses a soft kiss to my lips that I give back, then he pulls me with him as he lays down

His arm wraps around me, cuddling into me as I lay my head on his shoulder, his other hand pulling my leg up and over his, getting as close as we can, before wrapping his other arm around my

"I love you Jo", he says gently

"I love you Yeo"

I do

So much

So much so that even thinking about being without him makes me feel like I'm dying

He kisses me again, his hand running in my hair

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep in Yeosang's strong arms

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"You ok baby?", Yeosang asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts

I look up at him, nodding as I fix his shirt for the photo shoot

"Just tired Yeo"

I did end up falling asleep in his arms but it wasn't a restful sleep

"I know baby", he says, tucking my hair behind my ear, "I felt you waking up and moving over and over"

Shit, I fucked up his sleep too

That's not what I wanted

"Sorry I messed up your sleep"

He lifts my face up to his, his eyes on mine, "It's ok baby. I don't care about that. I was worried about you. I thought you kept having nightmares"

I smile softly at his caring words

"No Yeo. Not nightmares. Just restless I guess"

He nods, "Well how about after the shoot we can go to your apartment and I'll cuddle you while we nap?"

"That sounds perfect baby", I smile wider

"It really does", he smiles, leaning down, kissing me

I kiss him back, my arms around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer to him

I fall into his kiss, feeling his soft lips move against mine, his tongue playing with mine, his hands on my body, his arms around me

I love him so much

I can't lose him

I can't

"Ahem", I hear near us

We pull away, turning out heads to see Jolene standing there, her arms crossed, looking annoyed

What the hell is her problem?

"Yes?", Yeosang asks, his eyebrow raising

"I know she's you're girlfriend and everything", Jolene starts, "But if you keep kissing her, I'm going to have to keep applying the lip product on you over and over. As it is, it's all over her mouth now"

Yeosang looks back at me, smirking as his thumb slowly slides over my lips

"It's ok", he says, "It'll come off. And you can give me the lip product. I'll put it back on whenever it gets smudged"

I smile at him as she scowls

"Whatever", she says, walking away

He shrugs, leaning down, his lips back against mine

When he's like this, loving, I can believe that he really loves me and she's nothing

I just wish I could believe it all the time, like it used to be

Pushing these thoughts away for now, I fall into his kiss

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Two weeks later

Looking around the set, I don't see Yeosang anywhere

I know he went to get his makeup checked but he should be back by now

I head to the dressing rooms, wondering what's taking so long

Worrying because Jolene isn't here either

He still dreams of Jolene, still calls her name in his sleep

It hurts so much, I can't help but cry and he always wakes up when I'm crying

It's like he knows he's hurting me and wants to make me feel better

Or soothe his guilt

I don't know if he remembers his dreams when he wakes up but he doesn't say anything

He just holds me until I fall asleep again

I don't know how much more I can handle before I have a breakdown

I'm terrified to talk to him about it

I can't....I can't hear him say he doesn't love me anymore

That he wants her

I can't hear that

It'll break me completely

I look in all the dressing rooms but he's not there

I have one more to look in then I'm calling his cell again if he's not there

As I get closer, I hear him laughing

With Jolene

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips"

I get to the room, peering in, my heart dropping at what I see

Her leaning over Yeosang, her arms around her neck, her face right in front of his

About to kiss him

I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth, tears bursting from my eyes as I turn and run

I can't watch him kiss her

I can't

I rush into the bathroom, locking it

Leaning against the door, I drop my hand, trying to stay quiet as I cry hysterically

I can't get the image of them out of my head

Did he kiss her?

Would he even tell me?

I don't know

I don't know what to do

Maybe I should talk to Jolene?

Tell her to back off?

Or should I just break up with him so he could be with her?

I don't know if I have the strength to do that

I just don't know what to do

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Yeosang POV

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips", Jolene says

Yeah ok

I just want her to finish so I can get to my jagi

This was supposed to be a quick check but she doesn't stop talking, cracking unfunny jokes and I have to pretend to laugh so I don't hurt her feelings

I'm about ready to just take the lip stick and do it myself so I can leave

She leans over me, her arms suddenly moving around my neck

What the fuck?

She leans her face close me, like she's gonna kiss me

I hear a small gasp and I try to turn my head but Jolene's arms lock my head in place

She tries to kiss me but I pull my head back and she misses

"What the fuck are you doing?", I snap, moving my hands and ripping her arms off me

I stand up so fast and she backs away

"What are you doing?", I demand

She gives me a smile, like that's supposed to make everything better

"Giving you a kiss"

"Are you fucking insane? I have a girlfriend!", I shout, so angry

What does she think?

I'd cheat on Joanne?

Never

I'd never hurt her

"I'm sorry Yeosang. I wasn't thinking. I just...I really like you"

She can like me all she wants

I don't care

She needs to back off

"It was a mistake. It won't happen again. I'm sorry"

"Make sure it doesn't happen again", I growl, glaring at her, "I love Joanne. I'll never hurt her. So back off"

She nods, apologizing again

"Give me the lipstick. I'll do it myself", I snap

Or I'll get another makeup artist to do it

She holds out the tube and I snatch it away, putting it in my pocket as I turn and leave the dressing room

She has to be fucking kidding, trying to kiss me like that

What the fuck?

Walking back onto the set, I look for my jagi but she's not here

"Hey Woo", I call, going over to him, "Where's Jo?"

His eyebrow raises, "She was looking for you. She didn't find you?"

Suddenly I remember the gasp I heard when Jolene tried to kiss me

Oh shit

Did she see?

Did she think I?

Oh god, no

I immediately run back to the building, calling her name

"Joanne!"

I check the closest dressing room

Empty

"Jagi! Where are you?"

I check a few more rooms, panicking

"Joanne!"

A door a few feet down the hall opens with her walking out of it

The bathroom

She was in the bathroom

"Jagi!", I call, getting to her

"Oh hi Yeo", she says, avoiding eye contact

"I was looking for you jagi"

"Oh? I was....bathroom", she shrugs

"Jagi, look at me", I say softly, lifting her face up

Her eyes are red, like she was crying

"You're eyes baby", I say softly

"Rubbing them", she says immediately, "I got something in my eyes, dust or something and it hurt. I rubbed it hard but I couldn't get it out. Then I used water to get it out"

I know she's lying

She's not the kind of girl to get into a confrontation or argument

She wouldn't confront me about what she saw

"Jo, I..did you see-"

"I didn't see anything", she says, forcing a smile

Ok, now I know she saw

But I'm not gonna call her out on her excuses and embarrass her

I wouldn't do that

So instead I tell her

"Look jagi, I wanted to tell you something ok?"

Fear enters her eyes as she nods

Fear that doesn't need to be there

"Jolene, she was going to fix my makeup", I start, "And I don't know what the hell she was doing but she put her arms around my neck and tried to kiss me"

Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to fight them back

"Oh? Did...uh....did you kiss her?"

"What? No!", I exclaim, shocked she'd think I'd do that, "No Joanne. Never. I'd never do that baby. I moved my head away and told her to fuck off"

She just nods, looking like she doesn't believe me

"Joanne, I swear, I didn't kiss her", I tell her, looking in her eyes, "I wouldn't kiss anyone but you. I would never hurt you jagi. You're my one and only. I love you"

"I love you too Yeo", she says

"Do..do you believe me?", I ask

She nods, "Yea Yeo. I know you love me"

"And you know I'd never hurt you?"

She nods again, "I know Yeo"

I nod, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly

Her arms move around me, holding on tightly too

I hope she's not just trying to placate me

I want her to know she's my only one, she's my everything

I get this might have shaken her up and I'll do everything I can to show her she's my one and only

Always

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Shaking next to me wakes me up

I groggily open my eyes, soft sobs reaching my ears

I'm immediately alert, lifting my head and looking over at her next to me

Her back is to me but I see her arm moving by her face

She's crying again

Another nightmare

"Jagi", I call softly, moving closer to her

"I...I'm ok Yeo"

No she's not

"Another one jagi?"

She nods as I move my arms around her, turning her and pulling her against me

I look down at her, tears slowly sliding down her face

I wipe them away, kissing her cheek

"I'm here jagi", I tell her, laying next to her

I move my fingers in her hair, playing with it

She really likes that and it calms her

"Yeosang", she whimpers, her face burying in my neck, her hands buried in my tank top

"It's ok jagi", I whisper, kissing her forehead, "I have you baby. I'm here. I love you"

"I love you", she whispers

I hold her tightly, keeping her against me, my free hand still playing with her hair

"My baby", I whisper softly, "My jagi. My Jo. I love you. So much"

"Love you", she murmurs sleepily

A few minutes later, her breathing evens out and I know she's asleep again

Hopefully she'll sleep for the rest of the night

I'm worried

This has been happening more and more often lately

She's having nightmares every night and I don't know why

Everything is fine when we go to sleep but then I wake up to her crying

Maybe she should go to a doctor or something

Just to be sure everything is ok, health wise

I'll talk to her about it tomorrow

Cuddling into her, I close my eyes, holding the love of my life tightly

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The next day

I'm looking for Joanne again

We just got a break from the shoot and she wasn't on set

I checked the bathroom first this time but she wasn't there

Maybe she went to a dressing room to nap

She was exhausted when we got up today

I don't blame her

Her sleep is broken when she wakes up and even though she goes back to sleep, it's disruptive

I check one dressing room but no, she's not there either

I start turning the corner in the hall when I stop, seeing her and Jolene standing in the hall

Her back is to me but Jolene can see me if she looks and I immediately move back behind the corner

"What do you want?", Jolene asks, annoyed

"I need to talk to you", Joanne says, "About Yeosang"

Me?

Is she...confronting Jolene about the almost kiss?

"I know you like Yeosang", she tells Jolene, "But please, don't take him from me"

What?

Is she really worried about that?

Peering around the corner, I see Jolene just smirking at my jagi

And anger fills me

How can she stand there smirking in front of someone who's hurting?

"I....I can't compete with you", Joanne says, "I'm not as beautiful as you, I'm not anything compared to you. And I know Yeosang would choose you over me"

No I definitely wouldn't

I don't understand why she's feeling like this

I haven't done anything to give the impression that I want Jolene

Yes Jolene is pretty but I've seen hundreds of pretty girls and they don't compare to Joanne

Joanne's unbelievably beautiful, stunning

She is the only one I want

The only one I love

I told her that yesterday when I told her about Jolene trying to kiss me

"And how do you know that?", Jolene asks

"Because....", she says, hanging her head, "Because he dreams about you. He talks about you in his sleep. About how he wants you, how pretty you are, asks you to kiss him, talking about your eyes. And he always says your name"

Oh my god, I do that?

When?

How?

And suddenly I'm bombarded with images of waking up to her crying

She never had nightmares

She heard me talk about another girl while I was sleeping

She heard me call another girl's name

I understand why she's upset, I would be too but she doesn't know what the dreams are about

She's in them too

And when I say "pretty" or "kiss me" and "want you" I'm talking to her in my dream

Not Jolene

In the dream I'm telling Jolene to leave me alone and it's Joanne I'm telling she's pretty, that I want and to kiss me

Not Jolene

I think subconsciously I knew that Jolene had a thing for me

Since she never said anything before yesterday, I couldn't tell her to back off, that'd I'd never be with her

Maybe the dreams were a way of me telling her and getting those words I wanted to say out

But whatever the reason, I'd never want anyone but Joanne

She's my perfect girl, my everything, my world, my life

I honestly can't live without her

"I know you can easily take him but please...don't", she asks, "I love him"

Jolene snorts, "If I want Yeosang, I'll take him. You know why?"

Joanne shakes her head

"Because I can"

My mouth drops at how cruel Jolene is being

And I'm fucking fuming

First she tries to kiss me and now this

"But you can have anyone", Joanne says softly, "All the other guys are single. They're sweet and nice too"

"Right. And I could have them if I want", Jolene says, "But I think I'll take Yeosang"

The fuck she will

"Don't", Joanne says softly, and I know from how her voice wavers, she's crying, "Please don't. He's the only one for me. Please. He's my happiness. Don't take away my happiness"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do", Jolene snarls, "And you are fucking pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want you. For wanting to cling on to someone who'd rather be with me"

"I know", Joanne whispers, breaking my heart

She's not pathetic for being afraid that the person she loves is going to leave her

Anyone would feel that way

Even Jolene

Joanne just doesn't know that she doesn't have to worry about that

But I'll make sure she knows I'm hers and hers only

"You need to fuck off and don't come to me again about this", Jolene snaps, "I don't care about you or your feelings. And you can be sure that I will now definitely take Yeosang from you. Because I can"

What an evil bitch

I hear footsteps coming towards me and quickly move into the room that's next to me

Which happens to be a janitors closet

I wait until the footsteps fade to come out

I need to find Joanne

Talk to her, tell her that nothing she's scared of will ever come true

Then I need to confront Jolene and tell her to fuck off

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"Jagi, where are you?", I text

I can't find her

She wasn't in the hallway when I came out of the janitors closet

I looked in this entire building and on the set but she's nowhere to be found

I asked the guys and the staff if they've seen her and they haven't

My only conclusion is that she left

"I went home Yeo. I'm not feeling too good. Stomach pain and nausea. I'll be ok though, just need some rest. Kira will help you with your clothes if you need it. I'll see you tomorrow"

Tomorrow?

No not tomorrow

I'm going over there right after the shoot

Explain everything and make sure she knows how much I love her

But right now I have something else I have to do

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Walking into the dressing room, I make a beeline for Jolene

"Oh hi Yeo", she smiles as I get closer to her

I'm so fucking angry but I know I can't yell at her

I have to be calm

"You need to leave me alone", I growl the second I get to her

Her eyes widen in shock, "What do you mean?"

"I heard the conversation you had with Joanne. The threats you made to her. How you told her you're going to take me from her because you can. And I'm telling you that's never fucking happening"

"I-", she starts

"I love her", I cut her off, "More than anything in this world. I would never hurt her, never cheat on her, never leave her. She's the only one for me. I told you that yesterday"

Jolene's eyes narrow, "And yet, you dream of me"

"Wrong", I snap, "She's in the dreams too. And it's her I'm talking to when I call her pretty, when I say I want her and ask to be kissed. Not you. In the dreams I'm telling you to fuck off"

Her mouth drops slightly, "No... no you're not"

"Yes I am. I'm going to be abundantly clear. I do not want you", I say clearly, "I love Joanne with all my heart. She has all of me, forever. She's my perfect everything and she's the most beautiful girl in this universe. You do not compare to her in the slightest"

I can't stand the disbelief in her face

Like she can't imagine someone else being chosen over her

I don't know what kind of loser men she's used to who'll leave their girlfriends for her but that's not me

That will never be me

"You are going to stay away from me. You are not going to talk to me again. Don't even look in my direction. Understand?"

She nods

"You will never take me away from her", I snarl, "Because you can't"

Her eyes widen but I don't care

She can fuck right off

Turning from her, I head to the set to finish this photo shoot, then go to my baby and make sure she knows she's my one and only

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J POV

I head to my door to answer it, hoping it's the food I ordered

I'm not in any mood to cook or even heat up something

I'm not that hungry but I haven't eaten in hours and I need to eat something or I'll pass out

It's a bad habit I have, not eating to the point of passing out

I just get so absorbed in what I'm doing I forget and it doesn't help that I don't eat much to begin with

Yeosang always made sure I ate regularly

And when he wasn't with me, he pleaded with me to remember to eat and calling me to remind me

Remembering Yeosang hurts

I just couldn't stay after that conversation with Jolene

I couldn't watch her flirt and take Yeosang from me

And I knew she'd try harder after that conversation because I pissed her off

After speaking with her I accepted I was going to lose him to her but that doesn't mean I have to watch it happen

I left, came home, cried for awhile, fell asleep, woke up, cried more in the shower, then just fell into numbness

I have the TV on but I can't concentrate on it

I ordered food then spent the next half an hour waiting for it and wondering what the fuck I'm gonna do for the rest of the night

I took a nap so I'm never going to sleep tonight

I have all the time in the world to think about Yeosang

Great

My life is such a joy

Unlocking my door, I open it completely not expecting Yeosang to be standing there

I told him I was going to rest and see him tomorrow

He never answered me back so I just assumed he....I don't know, didn't care or got caught up in Jolene

"Uh hi", I say awkwardly

He just looks at me, stepping inside my apartment

As he closes the door, I wonder if this is it

If he's going to end things

If he is, I'm not going to cry

Jolene was right about one thing

I am pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want me

So I refuse to cry

Not in front of h-

All thoughts empty my head when I feel his soft lips on mine, kissing me, his arms around me and holding me desperately to him

My arms go around his neck on their own, kissing him back

The kiss goes on, neither of us pulling away

In fact we just move closer until there's no space between us, both of us clinging onto each other

I kiss him with everything in me, trying to tell him how much I love him and hope he understands

Reluctantly, we pull away after a few minutes and I avoid his eyes

I can't stand to think this is a goodbye kiss and seeing that in his beautiful brown eyes

I can't

"Jo", he whispers, tilting my face up to him, my eyes meeting his

And I see nothing but love in them

"I love you so much"

I can't help the tears that well in my eyes

"I love you more than anything in this world jagi", he says softly, wiping the tears that break through, "You're my everything baby. No one compares to you"

I don't know what to say or why he's saying these things that I didn't know I desperately needed to hear

He takes my hand and leads me to the couch

He sits and pulls me in his lap, holding me tightly

"I heard baby", he says softly, "I heard you talking with Jolene"

Panic enters my body

Oh my god

He heard...god he must think I'm so pathetic...so jealous...such a loser

"Everything you said wasn't true baby", he continues, "She's not more beautiful than you. I would never choose her over you. She can't compete with you jagi, because you'd win every time"

Why is he saying this?

Because now he knows I know he dreams of her and he feels bad?

"You...you're just saying that because you feel guilty"

He shakes his head adamantly

"Jagi, when I first saw you", he says softly, "I...I just don't know what hit me. I just...I couldn't believe someone as stunning as you existed"

He has got to be joking

He's the stunning one, he's the idol

He's the sexy, hot, cute, adorable, beautiful, gorgeous and more words I can't even think, one

Not me

"I just...I saw you, I was blown away and I had to know you. And once I did I fell hard in love", he tells me, "I can't live without you Joanne. You're my light, my life, my everything. No one can ever take me away from you. You have me forever jagi, I swear"

I want to believe him so badly but he still dreams of her

Still talks about her in his sleep

"You dream-", I start but stop when he shakes his head

He can't deny that, I'm right next to him listening to him

"It's not what you think baby", he says and goes on to explain his dreams

I'm in them, it's me he's talking about, talking to

It's her he's telling to go away

"I'm sorry about what you heard jagi. I understand why you thought what you did. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never want you to cry because of me baby. Never"

I look in his eyes and I see sincerity and love in them

He's telling me the truth

"I told her to fuck off jagi", he continues, "I told her I don't want her, I'd never want her. I told her she doesn't compare to you. I told her she'd never have me, that I love you with all my heart. That you're my one and only. Then I told her to never speak to me again or even look at me"

"You...you did that?", I asked, shocked

"Of course jagi", he says, "No one hurts you without dealing with me. No man, women or child. Men get their ass kicked. Women get an earful and kids get a stern talking to. But no one hurts you. No one"

I smile softly, looking at my beautiful, protective boyfriend

"I love you Yeosang", I tell him, softly stroking his cheek, "You're my everything baby. Always"

He nods, leaning his forehead against mine, "Always"

Then his lips are on mine in a fiery kiss and I know I have my Yeosang forever

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Yeosang POV

Holding her against me, I kiss her deeply, feeling her body against mine

I want to, need to, show her that's she's my everything

Breaking the kiss, I stand up with her, carrying her to her room

Once there, I sit on her bed, keeping her in my lap

Her hand softly touches my face as she looks in my eyes

"My baby", I whisper, "My beautiful jagi"

"My Yeosang", she whispers back, happiness running in my body

The first time she called me hers, I was ecstatic

"I am Jo. Yours. Always yours", I assure her

"I'm yours Yeo. Always", she whispers

Smiling, I pull her to me, her soft lips against mine

My hands move down her body slowly, getting to the hem of her shirt then slowly pulling it up

She separates from my lips for the second it takes to get the shirt off, then she's kissing me again, her hands undoing the buttons on my shirt

She opens my shirt, pushing it off my body, her arms around me, her small hands on my back, feeling so fucking good

She moves her lips off mine, pressing kisses to my jaw and dragging them down my neck, right into the spot she knows drives me crazy

"Jagi", I moan, loving the way her lips feel on my skin

"Yeo", she murmurs, "My Yeo"

I am hers

I will always be hers

No one could ever take me from her

No one

She's my everything and I'll do anything for her

Anything

As she gives me kiss after kiss on my neck, she gently pushes me down on the bed

Her hands runs down the sides of my body, lighting every nerve on fire

She undoes my belt and jeans, climbing off me to pull them off

Hovering over me, I watch her press a kiss to my chest, her lips feeling so fucking good

Her lips trail kisses down my body to my stomach, her tongue licking my skin before kissing me

"Baby", I whimper, "Feels so good"

She looks up at me, smirking as she goes lower, her fingers moving into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down

Her tongue is immediately licking my length as soon as its out of the boxers, the feel of her soft wet tongue out of this world

She licks under my head, her tongue slowly swirling around, then licking my slit

"So yummy Yeo", she murmurs, her hand wrapping around my dick, jerking me up and down

"Mm baby", I whine, "Please"

As soon as I finish speaking, her mouth is around my head sucking softly, throwing my entire being into bliss

I love being in her warm wet mouth and she knows exactly how to give an amazing blow job

Her mouth increases its speed, sucking harder and faster until she's slurping on my head, her hand still moving on my length not in her mouth

I just watch her go at it in pleasure

"Mmmm baby", she murmurs, "Such a big cock"

She moves down more, sucking once then moving off again

"So hard for me"

I nod, whimpering as she takes me back in, deeper than before, sucking a few times before leaving again

"Making it so easy for me to deep throat you"

"Yes baby", I cry, "Please baby, do it. Wanna be in your throat"

God, I want it so bad

You'd think I was hard up but we have sex every single day

I just can't get enough of her

She smirks again, her mouth around me and I watch her slowly slide down my cock, her hand moving as she buries my entire length in her throat

She sucks immediately, throwing me into massive bliss, moans escaping from my mouth

Her hands grip my hips, choking on my cock as she sucks hard, tears pooling in her eyes

"Baby", I moan, my fingers in her hair, body shaking from how good it feels

Changing her movements, she bobs her head up and down, small ones at first, spit all over my dick

As she goes, her bobs get bigger, sliding up to my head then taking my shaft all the way back in her throat

I watch her, the way my cock moving in her mouth, the look on her face like she's just content to sucking on me all night is mesmerizing

And so fucking hot

Her throat is so tight and when she swallows it constricts around my cock, sending pleasure blasting up my spine

Each movement brings me closer, the tears falling from her eyes driving me insane

"Bbb..baby sss..stop", I groan, pulling her off, "I can't ..I want.."

"You want to cum inside me", she says as she sits up

I nod, "So much baby"

Her mouth is so good but I'd rather cum inside her cunt any fucking day

She takes off her pj pants and panties, climbing in my lap, her soaked pussy wetting me everywhere

Moving on my elbows, I watch her hold my cock up, her pussy taking my head in

"Fuck baby", I pant

She sinks down on my cock, her pretty pussy lips petaling open, her hole stretching beautifully

And inside, fuck, her cunt sucks on my cock as I slip in, latching on, throbbing softly, throwing me into absolute heaven

"Yeosang!", she cries, her head leaning back as she wiggles on my length, her hips rocking as she uses my cock to open her pussy up more

She bottoms me out, grinding on me, moaning for me as I do the same for her

"So good Yeo, fuck baby"

"Yeah jagi, fuck you're perfect", I groan, "Ride my dick baby. Please. Wanna see you bounce for me"

She slides up my cock, then drops back down, taking me all in, her pussy clenching around me hard

"Fuck!", I cry as she starts bouncing, leaning on my leg

"Yes Yeo, oh fuck yes. Baby, fuck", she whines, riding my cock perfectly, her tight little pussy splitting apart for me so fucking pleasurably

Her hole strains on my cock, leaving such a big pretty creamy mess that I can't tear my eyes away from

"Like watching baby?", she teases

She knows very well I love watching her cunt fuck my cock

I nod, mesmerized by the way her swollen lips hug my dick, the way her tiny clit pokes through, throbbing so much, her pussy completely coating my cock in her cream

"My pretty pussy", I murmur, "So pretty taking my cock"

"Mmm love taking your cock so deep inside", she moans, bouncing faster, fucking her spot on my head, "My baby's big fat cock wrecks my pussy so good"

I nod, practically drooling as I watch her, "Always wreck your pussy jagi. I'll always wreck your pussy"

"Mmm yeah Yeo"

My eyes move up her body, watching her boobs bounce, her face in utter pleasure

Pleasure I'm giving her

As I rake my eyes down her body, I stop at her stomach

At the sight I love to see whichever way I'm fucking her

The bulge in her stomach appearing and disappearing as she bounces up and down

I move my hand to her stomach, feeling my cock move inside her

Her hand moves over mine, pressing my hand into her skin, smirking down at me

"Baby loves feeling his dick inside me huh?"

I nod, hypnotized by her

By her smirk, by her words, by the pleasure on her face, by her movements

I'm so fucking in love it's insane

"I love feeling your cock inside me too baby", she whispers, her cunt throbbing on me hard

I was so busy watching her, I didn't realize she's that close

Sliding my hand down, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing quickly as her bounces gets faster

"Yeosang", she moans, her pussy getting even wetter then it already is

"Cum on my cock you love so much jagi", I urge her, "Please, I want to feel it, wanna feel you, wanna see you"

"Yeosang, oh my god", she cries, slamming down on me, her body arching and shaking as she orgasms,

Bliss slams into me as her pussy chokes my cock and covers me in more cream

I watch her hole spasm around my length, the sight turning me on so much more

When she finishes, I pull her down on top of me, holding her against me, thrusting up into her tight pussy

"Yeosang", she cries, burying her face in my neck, pressing kisses against my skin

She tries to move but I move my hands to her ass holding her down on me, whispering, "Let me give it to you baby"

"Mmmm", she whines

"Please baby", I whimper, thrusting into her over and over, impaling her on my dick, her cunt flowing cream like a river, "You did such a good job sucking me off then fucking me jagi. Now I wanna fuck you"

I drive my length into her, making sure I hit her spot with every thrust, her loud moans fueling me to go faster

"I love you", I murmur, getting lost in the pleasure only she can give me, "I need you. I need to feel you against me baby"

"I love you Yeo", she moans, kissing my jaw, her hand holding the other side of my face softly

"I love you", I repeat, increasing my movements, pounding into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me

"Yeosang", she cries, her body shaking on top of me as she cums

My entire lower body gets soaked from her squirting, her pussy holding my cock in a death grip

"Jagi, jagi, Joanne fuck", I yell, slamming up into her, ecstacy tsunaming over me as hold her down on my shaft, shooting my cum inside her

Stars blast in my vision as we both cum, our bodies pressing as close as we can to each other's, the pleasure so goddamn good

As we finish, her body relaxes into me and I move my arms around her, pressing a kiss into her shoulder

She lifts her head, smiling as she runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, pushing it back off my forehead

She gives me a soft sweet kiss, then starts to move off me

"No, stay jagi", I whisper, tightening my arms around her, "I need to feel you against me"

"Still?", she smiles, looking at me lovingly

"Always baby", I tell her

She kisses me again, then lays back on top of me, her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck

Her skin is so soft against mine, so smooth and I need to feel her

I live for feeling her warm skin on mine

"I love feeling you too baby", she murmurs, kissing my neck

"I'm glad", I smile, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her tremble against me

"Mmm so comfy Yeo", she murmurs, cuddling into me

"Sleepy jagi?", I chuckle

"Mmm yeah"

"You can sleep baby", I tell her

"Mmm but..but I ordered food..I don't know if it came. It could be sitting outside my apartment"

"Hmmm are you hungry?", I tease

"No", she yawns

"Do you wanna get up?", I ask, already knowing that answer

"No", she whines

"Then sleep baby. I have you ok?", I assure her, "If you wake up and you're hungry, I'll get you food ok?"

"Yeah", she agrees

"I love you Jo", I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Don't forget ok? No matter what, I'll never stop loving you, I'll never chose anyone over you"

"Promise?", she whispers

"I swear jagi", I say, wanting her to know she's my one

"I love you Yeosang. More than anything"

I smile, tilting her face up, kissing her

After, I cuddle her, closing my eyes, so glad she knows how much I love her

🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼

J POV

I wake up on top of Yeosang, his arms tightly wrapped around me, his body warm under me

Lifting my head, I watch my gorgeous boyfriend sleep

For the millionth time, I think of how lucky I am that he's mine

And especially after last night, with him making sure I know he loves me

As I look at him, I realize that we slept the entire night through

I didn't wake up

He didn't call Jolene's name

He slept with me in his arms all night

A smile bursts on my face and I can't help kissing his cheek softly

Just as that moment, his alarm on his phone goes off

"Ugh", he groans, reaching out and grabbing his phone

His eyes open, silencing the phone, tossing it back on the night stand

He yawns, his gaze turning to me

"Hi jagi", he says, a smile forming on his face

"Hi baby", I smile, running my fingers in his hair

His fingers move into my hair, pulling me down for a soft kiss

"Time to get up?", he asks when we pull away

"I guess. Another photo shoot today"

He sighs, "Yeah"

"Baby", I start, wanting to ask about his dreams

I hope he doesn't get mad

"Yeah jagi?"

"We...we slept through the night"

He takes in my words, realization entering his eyes

"Yeah we did", he smiles

"Uh...did you...dream-"

"No. She wasn't in my dreams. My dreams were all of you"

I hesitate, "You're...you're not just saying that-"

"I would never just say that jagi", he assures me, looking in my eyes, "I have never lied to you and I never will. My dreams were only of you"

I smile in relief, so glad

Hopefully this whole dreams including her will stop now

"I love you. Only you. Remember?", he asks

I nod, "I remember. And I love you"

He kisses me again, slowly, gently, full of love

And I just fall into his kiss

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"Ready baby?", I ask, coming back into my room after using the bathroom

After being with each other again, we decided we were going to be late enough, so unfortunately we got up

He's sitting on the bed, starting at something in his hand

"Yeo?", I call

His hand closes as he looks up at me

"You uh ok?", I ask, getting nervous

"Yeah", he stands up

"Are you sure?"

He nods and there's nothing I can say

I don't want to push him, don't want him to get angry but I don't want anything to be wrong

After everything, I can't handle if anything is wrong

"So uh, you ..you wanna go? We're gonna be late"

"Yeah ok", he says

I swallow hard, then turn around, hoping he'll talk when he's ready

"Wait jagi", he says

I close my eyes, taking in a breath and turning around

And proceed to have a heart attack at the sight of Yeosang down on one knee

"Yeo?"

He holds his hand out, opening it, a ring against his palm

I gape, wondering if I'm dreaming

"Joanne, I love you more than anything in this world. You are my one Jo. I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you", he says softly, "I bought this a month ago and was waiting for the right time to ask you. But after yesterday, everything I heard, I stopped at the dorm before coming here and I put this in my pocket. I was going to ask you yesterday but after talking with you and being with you, I forgot. When I was switching my wallet and other stuff out of the pants I was wearing yesterday into these, I found it. And I realize this is the perfect time. Anytime where I'm with you is the perfect time"

I feel tears filling my eyes as love and joy fill my body

"There is no one I want by my side for the rest of my life but you", he says, his soft brown eyes gazing lovingly at me, "Joanne, will you marry me?"

"Yes Yeosang", I smile, "Of course yes"

He smiles, standing up, taking my hand and sliding the ring on my finger

"It's beautiful Yeo", I breathe, the gorgeous but simple band and diamond

I look up at him, smiling so widely, moving my arms around his neck, "I love you Yeo. So much. There's no one I'd rather have by my side for my whole life than you. You're my absolute everything Yeo"

"And you're mine", he whispers, then leans down, his lips against mine

I kiss him, pouring all my love into it and feeling all his love in his kiss

When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against mine, both of us smiling like idiots

His phone goes off, startling both of us

He pulls it out, rolling his eyes as he silences it

"Hongjoong", he says

"Because we're super late now", I giggle

"But it was worth it right?", he teases

"So worth it", I agree, "Now kiss me again so we can go"

He smiles, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that promises forever

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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February Filth Fest - Day 5

Post Date: 5th February 2023 Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader Content: Smut - Dacryphilia WC: 514 TW?: Dom!Yeosang/ Brat!Reader/ Gag/ Belt used as a form of restraint/ Teasing

February Filth Fest Masterlist Prompt list

Now, Yeosang doesn't have a harsh or horrible bone in his body. The guy is literally the sweetest and purest person you've ever met.

Well, that's the majority of the time and in public too.

What happens in the bedroom is a whole different scenario in and of itself.

No one would expect him to use his deep voice to his advantage and you're brought to silence, moans muffled by the gag stuffed in your mouth whilst your hands are tied together by his belt.

"You still haven't cum for me yet, that's a shame," He purrs in your ear, hovering over you whilst his fingers brush over your clit.

He was not even trying to make you cum, but just torturing you with the brief presence of his fingers in your slicked folds.

Your eyes glass over with tears, stinging just for one to be let fall. You couldn't even beg him, you can't even grab his hand or use your own to release the built-up arousal that burns at your core.

"Come on baby, just once," He coos deeply, eyes locking with yours.

The second his gaze is on you when your eyes lock, tears stream down your face, cooling your warm skin whilst a grin is punched on his face.

Only for a moment, for a sweet, sweet moment does his fingers press hard against your clit, circling it and he watches your eyes screw shut from the pleasure.

Only for the pleasure to be ripped away from you, tears continuing to ruin your make-up, staining for cheeks grey from the mascara that runs with it.

Saliva coats the gag ball in your mouth, some of it trickling down from the corners of your mouth. He's going to and is currently making a mess of you and he loves it.

Sweet Yeosang. They call him. There's nothing sweet about him when his fingers disappear from your core, and remove himself from your personal space.

To look down at your crying, red-faced and fucked out state.

Feeling only the slightest bit of remorse, he takes the gag ball out of your mouth, carelessly dropping it to the side.

The fresh air hitting your throat makes it dry, only the smallest whimpers coming from you as you looked up at his grinning face.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, princess?" He coos, finger lightly touching your face, grazing over your cheek.

"I- I- Need you," You flutter your eyes at him, tears soaking your lashes as you choke on your words, lightly sobbing as the desperation for him becomes unbearable.

"You need me?" He asks, cocking his head to the side, faux innocence on his face as he leans in to kiss you, lips barely touching, "How cute".

This only makes you sob a little more, audibly whimpering with your spit trickling down the side of your chin from the gag.

"Someone so desperate for me, they're a crying mess. I love it," He adds, licking your bottom lip as permission for entrance.

There's nothing innocent or sweet about him at all.

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seodami · 1 year

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Black Kimono | KYS

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none maybe mentioning of bare skin

Word count: 948

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x fashion design student!reader (gn)

Note: I love Yeosang and I love sewing so that just clicked and this came out!!! Also I got inspired for this by their Halazia dance practice for MBC 2022 where Yeosang rocked his black Kimono! I love his casual style there and maybeee sew it for myself 👀…anyways, watch Halazia! It’s so so good.

„It’s finished…“ you breathed out, sweaty hands clasping the piece of clothing, you just finished making. Hurriedly, you cut off the access threats and held it up in front of you, letting out a squeak of pure euphoria. It did take a toll on you, sewing this Kimono since you only just started your fashion design journey in university and therefore needed some time to figure all the different settings on the sewing machine and serger.

„Yeosangie, come look at this! I’m finally done!“ you screamed through your apartment while making your way towards your bedroom, expecting to find your boyfriend in it.

„Are you really?“ you heard his excited voice before he almost crashed into you at the door. You both couldn’t help but giggle as your hand sneaked around his biceps to drag him back into your bedroom. Full of pride, you held up the black piece of fabric. It wasn’t something special or difficult but still, Yeosang looked at it as if you just created the Monalisa.

„Wow y/n…“ he uttered out, fascination written across his whole demeanor. His hands gently grasped the wide sleeves and stroking further to the silk trim you added around the front. He sent you a bright reassuring smile, going straight into your knees, making them feel wobbly. „I love it. And you made this just from scratch?“ he asked you, still eyeing the black Kimono. You nodded, unable to stop smiling.

„Thats amazing.“ he whispered, now his arms circling around your waist to pull you closer in. „You did amazing, love.“ a shiver ran down your spine, your heart racing a hundred miles per hour. He pressed a lasting kiss on your cheek and jaw, clasping your work even tighter, unable to hold all the love for this boy inside. As you looked up, you gifted him with your most adorable smile, making his heart melt and breath catch in his throat. He could see the little dimple on your cheek and leaned down to memorise it with a tender kiss on top.

„You have to try it on!“ you mumbled into his chest, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric of his sweater. „Can I? I don’t want to destroy it…“ he muttered, eyes sparkling.

When you send him an enthusiastic nod and an assurance that he won’t destroy anything, he removed his sweater and let you slip on the Kimono over bis bare back. You couldn’t stop yourself from gawking at his beauty, fingers lightly grazing his warm skin in the process. He send you a quick pointed mischievous look over his shoulder, making you grin and his ears burn.

He adjusted the Kimono slightly and then turned to look at his form in the tall closet mirror. His mouth was agape as he turned and swirled around, seeing the light fabric flow beautifully and organically around his body.

And all you could do in this moment was standing there, fists clung together in front of your heart, and feeling absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden wave of love. For yourself and sewing and designing and first and foremost for Yeosang. The adoration you felt for him in this moment was indescribable. You wanted to capture this moment forever, never letting his radiant smile go away.

„You are gorgeous…“ you muttered, your eyes meeting his. He closed his eyes for a moment, coming over to you once again, pulling your frame in for a heartfelt hug. „I love you so so much, I just need to let you know.“ he whispered, nuzzling his nose inside your freshly washed hair.

You felt your eyes starting to wet and a knot beginning to form in your throat. Unable to say anything without starting to cry immediately, you just nodded repeatedly in his chest while he kept on caressing your hair with such an amount of care.

When he pushed you slightly away to get a look at your face, you could almost hear his heart break. Quivering lip and big glistening eyes letting him know just how emotional you are right now.

Cooing, he carefully wiped away the first thick tears, flowing down your cheek like small rivers. You smiled through your sobbing, bringing him in for a hug again. „Don’t cry please…you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, honey.“ he gently rocked you back and forward. You nodded and crooked out a ‚thank you‘, making him smile lovesickly at himself.

„I love the Kimono so so much, you know that?“ you nodded again, now looking up at him again. Tears all over his torso now. „I made it for you. It’s not perfect and maybe a bit uncomfortable but-„ he cut you off with a soft kiss on your lips, eyes big.

„It’s absolutely perfect. Alone that you made it makes it a million times more valuable for me. Thank you, my love.“ teeth clashed as you both went for a kiss with full grins, leaving you a giggling mess afterwards.

„I will wear it everyday! Just wait.“ he declared proudly as you were watching a movie later that day, making you chuckle at his support. And indeed, he did wear it to his practice, while shopping and as a lounge fit at home. And even in his latest dance practice video, you recognized the all well known kimono.

Yeosang would always be your number one supporter just as you are his. This is what thrives your relationship and makes your love for each other grow day by day.

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juniormint1125 · 1 year

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Unexpected - Full Story - Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Kang Yeosang

Unexpected

Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Reader x Kang Yeosang Summary: Your boyfriend Wooyoung suggests a threesome for your pleasure. When the choice of who will join you is left up to him, you’re surprised by his decision. You're even more surprised when he chooses to take a time out, leaving you alone with Yeosang. He finally decides to get back in the game and you end up experiencing something you never imagined. Word Count: 6,654 Genre: smut Warnings/Contains: mfm threesome, tattooed reader who is shy about the encounter, fingering, oral (female receiving), slight edging, overstimulation, cuckolding/voyeurism depending on your definition*, cursing, anal play, anal sex, double penetration

*Different people have different ideas about what makes a man a cuckold versus a voyeur. I wanted to include the links for two articles that discuss the topic, if my labeling offends you. As always, I’m open to discussion and/or being educated by someone more knowledgeable than I am! Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Wooyoung trails kisses along the curve of your neck. He moves slowly and gently, his lips barely touching your skin. “Are you sure you still want to do this, angel?”

You nod, looking into his eyes. “Just a little anxious.”

“Me too,” he chuckles. “We can stop anytime. Just say the word, okay?”

You nod again, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

The first time Wooyoung mentioned the idea, he’d stumbled over his words and turned blood red when he finally finished speaking. He wanted to please you; he wanted you to be satisfied. The trust you and Wooyoung have is complete; you’re both secure in your sex life. So, you’d ultimately agreed to his request. And you’re not going to back out, no matter how nervous you feel.

He kisses your forehead, then looks past you, and nods. His lips come back to yours, and you jump a little when a second pair of hands slide across your back. Electricity sparks on your skin. These hands are different than Wooyoung’s. There are callouses on the palms, and the fingers are long and slender, Wooyoung’s thick and brawny. You shudder at the contrast and Wooyoung smiles.

A thick, husky baritone resonates in your ear. “Hello, Y/N.”

Yeosang. Not who you envisioned. Actually, you’re not sure who you expected Wooyoung would choose to join you. You left the decision completely up to him, so as not to wound his ego. You have to admit, you’re pleasantly surprised by his choice.

Yeosang stays hidden behind you, his hands moving leisurely over your arms, up to your shoulders. The silk of your robe flows over your skin with the movement of his hands, and the feeling is luxurious. His limber fingers knead into your flesh. You whimper into Wooyoung’s mouth as Yeosang’s fingers work to unravel the tension in your neck. Wooyoung’s mouth curls into a smile against your lips.

Yeosang’s hands snake around the front of your robe to untie the knot holding it together. You swallow hard as he slides the cloth from your shoulders. You’re relieved he’s behind you, as a sudden flare of self-consciousness washes over you. You wonder what he’ll think, seeing your body for the first time. Wooyoung worships every inch of your flesh, each dimple and scar his own religion. Yeosang’s initial impression might be vastly different.

“Pretty,” he breathes once he’s freed your body. You’re wearing white, a matching set made from delicate lace that Wooyoung bought for you to wear specifically for the occasion.

“Beautiful,” Wooyoung corrects him.

Yeosang chuckles before answering. “Yes, she is.”

With a single fingertip, he traces the intricate branches of the tree of life tattoo that covers a sizable portion of your back. The black ink is striking against your pale flesh. “Beautiful,” he mutters.

As Wooyoung leans back against the headboard, his body shifts, pressing his cock against the thin fabric of your panties. You bite against your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Would you like to see the rest of her?” Wooyoung asks him.

“Very much,” Yeosang answers.

Wooyoung looks into your eyes. “Can you let Yeosang see how beautiful you are, angel?”

He helps you turn so that you’re facing Yeosang. The broad muscles of his chest against your back provide a sense of security, but you’re unable to look Yeosang in the eye, the unfamiliarity of the situation making you hesitant. Wooyoung’s thumb caresses your cheek, encouraging you to lift your eyes.

“It’s okay, angel. Let him see your gorgeous eyes.” The color of your eyes has been Wooyoung’s fascination since you met. They’re a steely blue; icy cold, he says, but simultaneously warm and inviting. And he loves to show them off.

You lift your face, and for the first time, meet Yeosang’s gaze. His gentle smile is comforting, and you relax a little in Wooyoung’s arms.

Yeosang stretches his hand out toward you. “May I touch you?” he asks.

You peek at Wooyoung. “It’s your choice, angel,” he smiles.

You look back at Yeosang and nod. He inches closer and his fingers delicately stroke your face. Your skin warms under his touch as he caresses your features. “You are lovely, Y/N.”

You feel yourself blushing. “Thank you,” you whisper.

He trails his fingertips down your neck and across your collar bone. They travel down your chest circling around your breast, shifting the lace against your nipple. You inhale sharply as he does the same to the other. Continuing the journey over your body, he traces along your hip, just above the edge of your panties.

“These are stunning, Y/N,” he comments, circling his fingers over the lace.

“Wooyoung chose them.”

“He has excellent taste.” Yeosang stares into your eyes, his gaze boring through you. You glance away, intimidated by his stare. He tips your chin, drawing your eyes back to his.

“Are you nervous, beautiful?” he asks. You nod, forcing yourself to hold his stare. “Don’t be, I promise to take wonderful care of you.”

Wooyoung chuckles behind you and moves to kiss your neck. His hands slide down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. His touch is reassuring.

Yeosang moves so that he’s positioned between your legs. As he does, his knees push them apart. He runs his hands along the inside of your thighs, again kneading his fingers into your flesh. Wooyoung is quiet behind you, watching as Yeosang caresses your body.

His hands wander over your clothed core, and he hums as he presses the fabric against you. You didn’t realize you were already wet. You wince a little as he applies pressure to your clit, rubbing his thumb in tight circles. Your hips twitch at the movement, and Wooyoung presses your interlaced hands against them to still you.

“As beautiful as these are, Y/N, may I remove them?” Yeosang requests.

You whisper a yes that’s barely audible.

“Wait until you see how beautiful her pussy is,” Wooyoung compliments you.

Yeosang hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, and as Wooyoung lifts your hips, he slides them down your legs. He places them on the bed beside you, then with his willowy fingers, presses against your thighs, exposing your body to his gaze.

There’s a sharp intake of air and he smiles. His fingers brush against your folds as he whispers, “My, my, my.”

“I told you,” Wooyoung says proudly. “Ravishing.”

Yeosang simply smiles as his fingers continue their light drumming. One finger presses against your hole and you whimper in anticipation. He doesn’t enter you, but brings his finger to his lips, sucking your arousal from it.

“Why don’t we let Wooyoung have a taste?” he suggests, taking your hand in his and moving it against your wetness. His hand covers yours, and he slowly presses both his and your finger inside. The feeling of fullness makes you contract as he moves your fingers in and out purposefully. You whine when he pulls them out, offering yours up for Wooyoung to feast on.

Wooyoung sucks your finger into his mouth, groaning in pleasure. You crane your neck towards him, and he pulls you to his lips. “You okay?” he whispers.

You smile, giving him a little nod. With his thumb, he turns your face back toward Yeosang, then takes your wrists in his hand, pinning them to his chest. Yeosang positions himself firmly between your legs. He doesn’t hesitate, drawing his fingers over your hole, finally pressing one inside. Your body fights against Wooyoung’s grip as Yeosang’s other hand moves to caress your breast. His fingers tweak your nipple, the friction of the lace against your skin making you moan.

Yeosang eases another finger inside your drenched hole, moving them slowly and deliberately inside you. One of Wooyoung’s hands kneads your breast, the other exerting a slight pressure on your neck to turn your face to his. He locks his lips on yours, sloppily kissing you before thrusting his tongue in your mouth. Wooyoung’s taken your full attention, so you’re startled when Yeosang inserts a third finger inside you, accelerating the speed of his movements. You let out a small gasp at the welcome intrusion.

“Is he making you feel good, angel?” Wooyoung growls into your mouth. You nod your head, planting soft kisses on his lips. You’re still immersed in Wooyoung’s kiss when you feel Yeosang’s breath scorching against your clit. He flicks his tongue back and forth against the bud, then sucks it into his mouth. You bite your lip to keep yourself from shrieking.

“Let Yeosang hear your pretty moans, Y/N. So, he can know how good he’s making you feel.”

“Yes, please,” Yeosang agrees. “I want to know how much you’re enjoying my mouth on your pussy. Because I certainly am enjoying it.” His tongue licks up the middle of your folds, plunging inside your core. It darts inside and out and this time you don’t hold back. You feel Yeosang smile against you. He continues his assault, titillating and thrilling you when he shifts his attention back to your clit.

You nestle into Wooyoung, and he relaxes against the pillows, his attention once again on the show before him. He holds your hands sweetly. You lower your eyes to watch Yeosang. He forms a regular rhythm, lapping at your entrance and thrusting his tongue inside. He alternates flicking his tongue over your clit. Your body begins to burn with desire for more.

“Woo, please, touch me,” you mutter.

“Of course, angel.” His hands travel down your body to where Yeosang is engaged. With one hand, Wooyoung spreads you open, then uses the other to grind against your clit. Yeosang follows his lead and shifts his tactic. He wedges his fingers back inside you, one at a time, until all three are once again snug inside you. With a come-hither motion, he curls up his fingers until they’re rubbing directly on your g-spot. With Wooyoung’s fingers on clit, your orgasm is building fast. You whimper at the insistent stimulation and Wooyoung knows you’re close.

“Is my angel ready to cum?” he inquires loudly. Yeosang’s eyes meet yours and he smiles wickedly. He curls his fingers faster and the resulting whine makes Wooyoung chuckle ostentatiously.

“Tell me, angel,” he whispers so only you can hear. “Tell me you want to cum.”

“Please,” you breathe.

“Please what, angel?”

“I want to cum, please,” you beg him.

“Ask Yeosang,” he snickers.

Yeosang’s eyebrow raises in enjoyment. He’s playing right along with Wooyoung’s game, almost as if they’d planned it. You look into his eyes. “Please.”

He stills his fingers inside you. “I want to hear you say my name, Y/N. Say my name and let Wooyoung know who you want to make you cum.”

Wooyoung scoffs behind you, and you wonder if you should say the agreed upon word to stop everything. “It’s okay, angel,” he reiterates. “Go ahead.”

You look at him to make sure, but there’s no anger in his eyes. He smiles at you lovingly. When you look back, Yeosang’s watching you expectantly. “Please, Yeosang.”

“Louder.” He’s pushing Wooyoung unsparingly.

You raise your voice. “Please, Yeosang.” He continues watching, waiting for more. “I want you to make me cum.”

“Gladly,” he smirks.

He glances fleetingly at Wooyoung. Wooyoung withdraws his hands from your body, as if he’s been given some sort of signal. They did plan this! But you’re only angry for a second. Yeosang leans closer to you, his tongue traveling to your clit. Once he’s established a regular rhythm, he invades your pussy with his fingers. He’s not gentle this time, but furiously curls his fingertips against your walls.

Heat builds directly in your core, the familiar sensation of your orgasm inching closer. Yeosang hums against your sex and the vibration pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses and clenches as you let go around his tongue. But he doesn’t stop; he’s relentless, pushing you toward another orgasm. It feels like too much, and you try to pull away, but he grips your hips tightly and you can’t move. You writhe against him, whimpering. Wooyoung’s at your ear, whispering words of encouragement.

“Again, angel. Cum for me again.” He strokes your cheek.

Yeosang’s tongue propels you to the brink again, and you crumble once more. He slows for only a moment as your walls clutch around nothing. He looks into your eyes. “Just once more, beautiful.”

His tongue flicks again over your clit, and you yelp. “I can’t,” you croak.

“You can, angel,” Wooyoung decrees. “Once more for me.”

For one final time, Yeosang grinds his fingers over your g-spot, while his tongue bombards your clit, over and over. You scream as you tumble anew into ecstasy. Your body jerks uncontrollably, and Wooyoung wraps you in his arms.

“You were amazing, angel,” he coos in your ear. Breathing heavily, you smile at his praise. “When you’re ready, it’s Yeosang’s turn.”

You look up to see Yeosang sitting on the edge of the bed, smirking.

Wooyoung smooths your hair back from your forehead, kisses you gently, then laughs. “I think she’s spent, hyung.”

Yeosang inches closer to you, trailing his hand along the side of your leg. You feel fresh arousal dripping from your core. It’s unbelievable that you're able to feel anything after what you’ve just experienced. He drapes one of your legs over his lap, his cock hard against your calf.

“You’re not finished yet, are you beautiful?” He’s smiling wickedly, his eyes black with lust.

"One minute,” you whisper.

“By all means," he smiles politely. "Take as much time as you need.” He taps his fingers absentmindedly up your leg and across your abdomen, seemingly without a care in the world. It’s baffling how he's so calm and collected. You're sprawled in front of him, practically naked, and he has Wooyoung's express permission to use you. Yet he sits humming quietly to himself, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.

Wooyoung whispers, "You okay, angel?" You nod, and he smiles sweetly. Then he looks at Yeosang and asks if he's ready.

"Beyond," he replies. Wooyoung kisses you on the forehead and whispers I love you. He gets up and sits in a chair across from the bed.

"I just want to watch," he reveals when he sees your alarmed expression. Your furrowed brows relax, but your heart is still pounding. Six months ago, you could have never pictured Wooyoung acquiescing to any of what's already transpired; he's always acted like the jealous type when it came to you. The fact that he's actually orchestrated what's about to happen between you and Yeosang is something you still can't wrap your head around. You take a deep breath and mouth the words I love you before turning your gaze to the man between your legs.

"It's just the two of us now, beautiful." There's a smug grin plastered on his face. You retreat into the pillows as he glides up your body, hovering just out of reach. He murmurs into your ear, his hands planted firmly on either side of you. "Don't be nervous."

He trails a finger down your cheek. "You're absolutely gorgeous, Y/N, you know that? Wooyoung is an enormously lucky man. It's fortunate for you that he knows how lucky he is. He treats you like a princess, doesn't he?"

Your ability to speak has completely disappeared. All you can do is nod.

"I'm not here to treat you like a princess, Y/N."

You swallow hard.

He leans closer and the scent of his cologne fills your nostrils. It’s sensual and elegant, a perfect match for his visuals. The fragrance is warm, earthy with subtle notes of crisp citrus. It’s delectable. Just like Yeosang.

“I’m going to treat you like a goddess.” He skims his lips along the outside edge of your ear. “I’m going to worship every part of your body.”

His teeth nibble your ear lobe. He spreads his hand flat and leisurely slides it over your stomach, to your chest. His finger follows the intricate design of the lace across your nipple, and he hooks it beneath the cup, pulling down to free your breast from the restricting fabric.

He clicks his tongue, his attention turning to the center of your breast. Your nipple aches as it hardens, coarsened under the pressure of his thumb. He uses his fingers to squeeze and pluck mercilessly. He frees your other nipple, offering it the same treatment. Taking both your hands, he pulls you from the pillows. He reaches behind you and swiftly unclasps your bra, sliding it from your breasts completely. He presses against your shoulders gently and you sink back into the pillows. You’ve begun to breathe heavily; your skin feels like it’s on fire.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly at first, then gradually more forcefully. You’re trying your best to be calm, but he’s not satisfied until he’s pulled a response from you. Your body finally shudders under his control, your salacious moans shattering the silence.

You shouldn’t be so openly desirous of Yeosang. It doesn’t feel right. Your eyes search for Wooyoung, hoping to assuage your guilt. He’s silently watching the two of you. One of his legs is thrown across the other, his elbow firmly planted on his knee, and his chin resting casually in his palm. His eyebrows are creased in concentration, like there’ll be a test later. When he notices you looking at him, he smiles reassuringly. He leans back in the chair, spreading his arms wide across the back. When he uncrosses his legs, you can see the tent that’s been forming in his shorts. He’s certainly not upset by what’s going on.

“If you keep watching Wooyoung, you’re going to make me think I’m not doing my job properly,” Yeosang reproaches you. He raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Should I stop?”

You shake your head.

“Did you already forget what I told you earlier, hmm? Say my name,” he commands.

“Please don’t stop, Yeosang.”

His eyes bore into you, a crazed smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Your guilt dissipates the closer he inches to you. He surprises you by sweeping his lips over yours and drawing you into his kiss; it’s soft and sweet in direct contrast to the way his fingers are tangling in your hair. And there’s no rush in his passion.

Kissing Wooyoung is different. There’s fire inside him that can’t be contained in anything he does. And that includes kissing. He never leaves any doubt in your mind to how he feels about you or what he wants from you. His urgent passion can’t be restrained. Not that you’d ever want to.

Yet, Yeosang’s laggard love making is bewitching. Time slows to a crawl while his lips are moving against yours. There’s only the delicate pressure they exert and the hint of cinnamon you taste on his tongue.

Purposefully, he strays from your lips. His entwined fingers pull your hair tenderly, allowing him better access to your neck. The kisses become deeper, lingering longer.

“I better be careful,” he whispers almost silently. “Wooyoung warned me not to leave a single mark on what’s his.”

You can’t help but laugh. That’s sounds exactly like Wooyoung. He wants everyone to desire what he has, but he isn’t willing to share.

“It isn’t really fair Y/N, for you to be the only one exposed. He tugs the band of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You subconsciously bite your lip when you see the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen.

“Would you like to touch?”

“Yes, Yeosang. Please,” you breathe. A satisfied growl rumbles from his throat when you say his name.

“What a good girl,” he smirks. He reaches for your hands, beckoning you up from the pillows. Then he kneels in front of you and presses your palms against him. “Go ahead.”

You reticently move your hands over his chest. His skin is almost smoother than your own, and flawlessly beautiful. While yours are exploring the unknown territory, he busies his own hands, caressing your thighs. His fingers knead at your hips, creeping closer to your core. Once he reaches your pussy, you’ll be mortified by how wet he’ll find it. It’s preposterous how aroused he’s made you already.

You glance at Wooyoung. He’s sitting stiffly in his chair, his legs spread wide, his nails embedded in his knees. You can tell he’s turned on by the show, struggling not to touch himself. It will be fun to make him suffer, since they clearly planned the same for you.

You look back to Yeosang; his head is bent slightly forward, eyes on the work of his hands. You use only your fingertips to meander a path across his shoulders and down his chest. With a single finger, you carefully outline his abs, grateful for the arduous work he puts into making himself look so delectable. You run your palms up his body, over his shoulders and down his back. You bring them around the front again, pulling at the button on his jeans.

“Should I take these off?”

"May I?" you purr seductively. It's subtle, but you see surprise in his eyes. Your newfound assertiveness is unexpected.

You take Yeosang's hand and rise from the bed, pulling him with you. When he's standing, you reach forward. Once the button's undone, you look into his eyes and remove the material with deliberate slowness. You make sure your hands fondle as much of his bare skin as possible on the way down. He closes his eyes for a split second, the first hint of discomposure you've seen from him. It makes you feel powerful.

You're on your knees now, and he's completely vulnerable to your whims. You place your hands on his legs, and beginning at his ankles, you creep slowly up. When you reach his thighs, you shift your body, bringing your face level with his cock. He watches you intently. His gaze is intimidating but your confidence is soaring. You begin by placing soft kisses on each thigh, making your way up. You stare into his eyes, as you kiss across his waist. You slide your hands closer together, letting them brush against the base of his cock. He flinches and you smile.

You pause for a moment, your eyes never leaving his own. Then, you stand on your feet. You step closer so that your bodies are touching and bring your lips to his. You kiss him softly while moving your hands up his arms. When you reach his shoulders, you push him backward and onto the bed. You climb on top of him and whisper in his ear.

"Did Wooyoung say anything about me leaving my mark on you, Yeosang?"

He shakes his head, his lewd smile making your core clench. You press your body tightly to his; you can feel his cock pulsing against your abdomen. Your lips close around his earlobe, nibbling lightly. You make sure to leave a reminder for him to enjoy later as you kiss his neck.

His tongue flicks at your lips, and they part to allow him entry. When he is entirely immersed in your kiss, you lift your body, just a little, and reach behind you to grab the base of his cock. He growls when your hand makes contact, and then again when you position yourself over his head. Your hips rotate just enough to coat the tip with your juices, and then you bear down swiftly, welcoming his cock inside you.

He wraps his arms around your waist tenderly but surprises you by flipping you onto your back. He's gentle as he moves in and out of you, building a steady pace. You realize how much of a romantic Yeosang must be when he brings his lips back to yours. There's no rush to his fucking; he's in no hurry to reach the end. His thrusts are slow and forceful, accompanied by tender sweet kisses. It's a relaxing arousal that sneaks up on you, something you've not experienced with Wooyoung.

His pace doesn't quicken, but his thrusts become increasingly more urgent. Your legs wrap around his waist goading him to let go and possess you. "Fuck me, Yeosang. Show Wooyoung how much you want what he has."

You hear Wooyoung snicker, pleased by your comment and feeding right into your hands.

"Indeed, I do," Yeosang replies. His hands slide under your thighs, and he pushes your legs against your chest. His cock barrels into you making you shriek in pleasure. He fucks you until your legs are aching with exhaustion.

"No marks inside either," he whispers as he pulls out and unleashes his load all over your stomach. He's smirking as he cums, his body jerking as the last drops are released onto your flesh. He leans back on his heels, out of breath and smiling.

Wooyoung's voice behind Yeosang makes you jump. “I’ve been such a good boy, angel. Now I want to play too.”

Yeosang rises from the bed giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriend. His clothes are gone and he's looking at you devilishly. He bites his lip and walks toward you.

He sits down beside you and kisses your forehead. “Relax for a minute, angel,” he coos sweetly. “Let Yeosang clean you up.”

Yeosang appears from nowhere and wipes your stomach carefully with a warm cloth. Everything he does must be unhurried and intentional. He works efficiently then disappears again.

Wooyoung pulls you to face him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Woo,” you smile. “And I’m glad you’re back.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him to your lips. He rubs your back softly; his hands are warm and relaxing, and you sigh in satisfaction.

“You’ve done such an excellent job today, angel. Can you handle a little more?”

“I can always handle you.” You brush the tips of your fingers across his cock, and he whines at the sensation. He’s rock hard; he truly enjoyed the show. It’s an astounding feeling, having that kind of power, one you could easily become accustomed to.

His lips crash into yours, the force of the kiss propelling you backward onto the bed. His passion is unrestrained, and he kisses you wildly. That’s the familiar fire you know so well. You can’t help but smile. He moves to kiss your neck. After Yeosang’s comment, he’s going to be sure to leave his mark all over you.

“Claiming what’s yours?” you tease him.

“You better fucking believe it,” he growls. “No matter who wants you, you belong to me.” His authoritative display of ownership is unexpectedly arousing. “Do you know how painful it was to watch you and not touch myself?”

You shake your head.

“You’re incredibly gorgeous when you’re being fucked,” he snickers.

“You really didn’t touch yourself? Not even for a second?” you ask.

His pompous smile is amusing. “I didn’t want to waste a single drop.”

“You really were a good boy. You deserve a reward then, don’t you think?” He nods vehemently. “On your back,” you demand.

He’s beaming as he reclines on the pillows. You crawl, on your hands and knees, up his body, positioning yourself between his legs. You knead your hands into the muscles of his thighs, delighting in the brawny feel beneath your fingertips. His eyes follow you as you lean in closer. Your mouth is watering for the taste of his cock, you don’t want to wait any longer.

You lick your lips and take him into your mouth without hesitation. Your lips slide up and down, punishingly slow. His eyes roll back in his head as you reach the base. The tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag before adjusting so you can continue. Your teeth graze the shaft as you slink back to the tip. There’s a lewd pop as you pull your lips off. With your thumb, you wipe a bead of spit from your bottom lip.

“Mouthwatering,” you smirk.

With just your tongue, trace the swollen veins. There’s no way he could be any harder, and you shiver, imagining him railing into you. Your tongue flicks the tip, making him jerk. Your tongue travels up and down. You take him once again into your mouth, your appetite for his cock insatiable. His wanton moans tell you that he can’t get enough of your mouth either. You give him all of your attention, sucking, slurping, and devouring him.

But you want more. Your hole is aching for his cock; you’re certain your wetness is soaking the bed. You kiss the tip softly before inching up his body. You find his lips, and your tongues immediately entwine, both of you ravenous. You’ve straddled his hips, your core pressing against him. He groans in your mouth; he can feel how wet you are and how much you want him.

“God, Y/N, you are so fucking wet. Can’t wait for my cock, huh?”

“I need you to fuck me, Woo.”

“Don’t worry, angel, I will,” he whispers. While I do, are you going to be a good girl for me, and let Yeosang fuck your ass? Because I’m going to cum inside your pussy. I’m the only one who gets to cum inside you because you’re mine.”

“Okay,” you whisper back. You ease off his lap, and he kisses you on the forehead. He smiles.

“Be right back.” You follow him with your eyes, reluctant for him to leave your side. You notice Yeosang’s come to sit in the chair across from the bed. There’s a sizable grin plastered on his face. Wooyoung quickly returns with a towel and the lube the two of you use for anal play. He lays both on the bedside table and sits back down beside you.

When he kisses you again, you’re surprised. All the fire is still there, but it’s now controlled, not wild, and untamed. His hands move leisurely over your body, caressing you lovingly. He’s learned something from Yeosang.

You whimper when his fingers find your core. He teases your clit, flicking the tip of his finger over the hardened bud. God, you want to feel him inside you. The same finger slides up and down against you before plunging in deep. Your body arches each time he pumps his fingers. When they’re slick with your arousal, he moves them against your hole. You tremble involuntarily. He spreads your wetness all around, then presses against you, applying a little pressure with his fingertip. You whimper again.

As many times as you’ve done this, he’s become a professional at preparation. He squirts a bit of the lube onto his finger. With the same finger, he circles your hole again. He adds more pressure than before, easing the tip inside. He stops to let you adjust.

“I’m going to stretch you out, angel, so that Yeosang can feel how enjoyable your ass is too. He should feel privileged, shouldn’t he?”

Wooyoung feels the need to remind Yeosang that he was invited into your bedroom, but he’s only a guest. At the end of the day, everything belongs to Wooyoung. Yeosang’s pleasure is at his discretion.

He’s careful and practiced as he eases his finger all the way inside and stills. You wince a little at the sensation. “How does that feel?” he asks quietly.

You smile. “Good.”

“Another?” You nod, and he adds a bit more lube to keep you comfortable. He slowly eases the second finger inside, gingerly stretching you, in order to accommodate him without pain. He scissors, back and forth, creeping at first, but increasing his pace incrementally. Soft moans fall from your lips making him smile proudly.

“Does that feel good, beautiful?” Yeosang’s husky voice is suddenly in your other ear. When did he arrive? His question excites you.

“Yes, Yeosang.” You snake your fingers into his hair as he leans closer to you. “Do you wish it was your cock instead?”

Wooyoung chuckles. “What a filthy mouth, angel.”

You drag Yeosang to your lips, nibbling as you kiss him forcefully. You reach for the lube Wooyoung’s left beside you, placing a generous amount in your hands. With your eyes locked on Yeosang, you pump your hands up and down the length of his cock. He chews his lip and groans. You’re enjoying yourself immensely.

Wooyoung smacks the side of your thigh playfully. “I’m going to wash my hands. I want you on all fours when I get back.”

You throw your body over Yeosang’s. You’re straddling his legs; your mouth is just over his cock. “Just one taste,” you mewl.

Before he can respond, you take him completely into your mouth. Your head moves up and down; you’re gorging yourself on his cock. There’s only a minute to play though; Wooyoung is back.

You push your ass in the air as you suck Yeosang’s cock, leaving your pussy exposed and open. You know Wooyoung won’t be able to resist, and he can’t. He groans as he rubs a finger on your core, then thrusts it inside.

“I see you couldn’t wait,” he playfully scolds you, pushing in another finger. “I think you better stop though, or Yeosang’s not going to make it much longer.”

You suck one last time, then giggle as you pull away. Leaning back on your heels, you smile obscenely. Your newly gained confidence is completely freeing.

Yeosang catches his breath before rising from the bed. Wooyoung takes his place in front of you, kissing you softly. “If I’d know how much this would boost your self-confidence, I’d have invited him here a long time ago,” he whispers.

You smile, falling into his kiss. He’s always trying to make you believe that you’re sexy and desirable, but it’s difficult for you to accept. But the feeling of power you’ve gained from his unexpected suggestion has made it a little easier to believe in the moment.

Wooyoung reaches toward you, nudging his hand between your thighs. He glides his fingers through your folds, rubbing your clit as he kisses you again and again. “You’ve been waiting so long, angel, and you’re still so wet?”

“I want your cock inside me.”

He snickers and leans back against the pillows. “Then come here.”

You climb astride his lap, lowering yourself onto his cock. The feeling is incredible, filling you up perfectly. He moans along with you as you begin to rock your hips sluggishly. You want to enjoy the feel of him inside you before passion overtakes everything. You thrust your hips forward, his cock hitting perfectly. Then, you feel Yeosang’s hands on your back. You shudder, clenching around Wooyoung’s cock, and he groans loudly.

Yeosang has to know what his low, throaty voice does to you because he’s whispering in your ear, again. “Wooyoung was right,” he chuckles as his hands caress your breasts, “you are incredibly gorgeous when you’re being fucked.”

“Don’t you want to join us?”

“More than anything,” he breathes.

You hand him the bottle. A moment later you feel his slick hand traveling over your ass. Again, you wonder if they planned this together; he works the exact way Wooyoung does. He circles your hole, pressing slightly before easing the tip of his finger inside. It’s more pleasurable this time; Wooyoung has already gotten you accustomed to the stretch.

“Okay?” he whispers. You nod enthusiastically. He’s careful as he introduces another finger and pauses for a moment before he begins moving them. You moan at the sensation of having both holes filled at the same time.

“I hope that means I learned the technique well,” he snickers.

“Mmmmm…. you did. So well.”

You begin rocking your hips again, Wooyoung’s cock rubbing against your g-spot, and heat coursing through your body at the friction. A few moments later Yeosang removes his fingers and whispers, “One minute.”

You lean closer to Wooyoung, hungry for his kiss. His lust filled eyes are boring into you. Your lips slam together in a blaze of longing, and you tangle your fingers in his drenched hair. At this angle, you can grind your clit against him, driving yourself toward orgasm.

Yeosang returns, his body presses against your hips. You relax into his touch as he strokes your back soothingly. He takes his time, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole and with patience, begins to push inside. He works the tip in, then pauses. You feel the stickiness of lube sliding over you before he pushes in further. Yeosang is tender, and the slight uncomfortableness you feel quickly fades. He’s cautious, responding quickly to your body language. When he’s all the way inside, you whimper.

Wooyoung sweetly kisses you. “Okay angel?” he murmurs.

You grin. “Absolutely.”

Yeosang matches your pace, as you begin to rotate your hips over Wooyoung’s cock. There are no words in your head to describe the way you’re feeling. You’re completely satiated, full to the brim with both of them inside you. You feel absolutely depraved. And it’s the most incredible feeling in the world.

You push up onto your hands, planting them firmly on Wooyoung’s chest. Your nails dig into his flesh when Yeosang quickens his pace. His gentleness has been hiding a ferocity he’s only now unleashing. Wooyoung paws at your breasts while Yeosang is fucking you into oblivion. The moans of both men surround you, and it’s thrilling to know that they’re both under your spell.

You bounce on Wooyoung’s cock, as well as you can with Yeosang pounding into your ass. They’ve switched personalities, Wooyoung now the gentle lover, Yeosang the fiery inferno. The groans that are coming from his chest tell you that he’s about to be engulfed by the flames.

Wooyoung looks past you and nods. You chuckle to yourself, another signal. His body stills, Yeosang taking over completely. He thrusts into you with reckless abandon until you feel his body spasm against your hips. His hands grip them fiercely as he jerks against you. You turn to look at him. He rests his head against your cheek, and you reach up to caress his face.

“Are you okay?” he whispers. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I got carried away.”

“I’m fine,” you assure him. He smiles broadly.

“I’m going to clean up. Have fun,” he grins. Before he goes, he softly kisses your cheek, the sincerity is surprising.

You turn your attention back to Wooyoung. He’s smiling. He sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re absolutely amazing, you know that?”

You giggle and draw him to your lips. The moment is tender; you almost forget that you’re still impaled on his cock. He cradles your head, his hips moving again, slowly, as he peppers your lips with soft kisses. Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck, and you meet his thrusts with your own, rocking back and forth together. You’re lost in each other’s embrace; your bodies more in sync than ever.

Your fingers tug at his hair when he begins caressing your clit. He knows the perfect back and forth motion to send you straight to the edge. His teeth tug at your bottom lip and you whine as you come undone. He groans as you clench around him, the heat of his release washing over your insides. He clutches you tight to his chest as your body trembles. In your most vulnerable moments, you’re safe in his arms.

He holds your face between his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

…

That night when you’re in bed, your head on Wooyoung’s chest, you interrogate him. “Did the two of you plan the whole thing?”

He laughs heartily, kissing you on the forehead as you look up at him. “No, angel. I did. And next time, it’s Yeosang’s turn.”

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Avoid the butterfly man.

Suggestive with elements of the unknown.

Yandere

Word count 599

🦋 Metamorphosis 🦋

Disbelief! No way what she is witnessing is real!

Blue clear skies, magnificent trees, dahlias adorn the flower beds. This natural beauty is bypassed for her vision beholds a scene straight from a fantasy novel. Butterflies! She loves butterflies. They are everywhere.

She has never seen so many congregating in the one area before. "Spectacular" she whispers. It is then she notices him, arms outstretched, the butterflies flutter all around him, landing on his hands. He is talking to them but at this distance she can not hear his words. She imagines he is speaking soft gentle words to keep them at ease. Curiously she wonders what he is saying. Sweet nothings is her guess, what a sweet guy she thinks to herself so in tune with nature. The 'sweet guy' notices he has an audience with a direct gaze he stares straight into her inner core, a louring smile on his pretty face is soon replaced by one of warmth as he heads toward her.

As he stands before her butterflies swarm, his smile one of infectious warmth. "Hello I am Yeosang" he offers his hand as a greeting. "No" "run" "no runaway" tiny distant voices fill the air, the frightened voices are full of foreboding as they try to warn before they are silenced by the cold chilling menacing look given by Yeosang.

With her outstretched hand to return his greeting a tiny voice filled with despair is heard "nooooo '' before Yeosang flicks the offender away. Taking her hands he holds them firmly in his grasp.

"I'm…my name is" she is suddenly cut off, "I know who you are" he simply states. Making up any excuse she makes a hasty retreat.

Yeosang watches her back as she swiftly makes her escape.

"See you soon," he whispers.

■

Waking drenched in sweat, embarrassment riddling her body.

Why did she have such an exotic dream about him? She only met him briefly yesterday. "What a dream" she moans.

Looking at her left hand, "what the?" "Dirt?" Over the bathroom vanity she tries in vain to erase the dirt. "Damnit"

Upon closer inspection it seems to be an outline of a butterfly.

"Shit!".

♤

During the following days her thoughts randomly involve Yeosang her nights filled with the most explicit sexual dreams every morning awaking in sweat.

The butterfly outline seems to have a life of its own, each day is more distinctive than the last.

"What is happening?" Tears welling on her eyes as she tries repeatedly to remove the butterfly. She now believes it's like a tattoo, frightened and scared watching it emerge each day.

■

After another night of sexual gymnastics in her dream world, her left hand tingles and tickles.

A sensation akin to burning scorches her hand, the pain is intolerable running to the sink running cold water over her hand

She notes her 'tattoo' is now complete in glorious color.

An uncontrollable urge to see Yeosang overtakes her whole being, trying to fight it, defying her own urges, her hand feels hot and it burns, imagined flames sear through her, each time she battles within herself her smoldering pain courses through her hand. Depleted of her will the pain killing her strength, she heads out and makes her way instinctually to the park.

■

Yeosang is there waiting.

Eyes locked in an internal battle her waning resolution fades completely, as the Metamorphosis begins, her transformation to a butterfly.

Stretching out his arm "time to come home my pretty butterfly!" He commands, wings take flight as she lands gently on his arm.

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holybibly · 14 days

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𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Emperor Seonghwa x Virgin Bride reader Summary: You dreamed that your love would be like a cherry blossom - tender and beautiful, but instead you are going to get married to the Great Emperor of the Park Dynasty - the cruel and depraved "Lunar Dragon" Park Seonghwa.

Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, s2l, Royal!AU, Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 11.6 k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, deflowering, corruption kink, first time, virgin kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet A|N: Bunnies, as promised, I am going to spoil you with something absolutely glorious and wicked at the same time. Elegant depravity, that's what this is. Although I struggled to make this work, it has turned out to be absolutely amazing. I hope you're going to love Emperor Seonghwa as much as I love him. Have fun, bunnies, tonight is the night of the fall of the stars.

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"Mom, I'm so frightened..." You barely whisper as you sit in front of the luxurious, heavy, gold-framed mirror as servants scurry about you, combing your long, jet-black hair and gathering the smooth, silky tresses into a traditional wedding hairstyle. Massive gold jewelry set with rubies and topaz framed your head and secured your long scarlet veil—the veil of a virgin bride. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with large, wide-open eyes full of anxiety, your hands trembling nervously as you clasped the thin silk of the white robe in your lap. Your whole body was slightly shuddering with a sense of fear and dread that bound your chest like stems of icy roses full of sharp thorns, which wrapped around your delicate, pale bones and prevented you from taking a full breath. It was so natural to be afraid, not only of the fact that in a few hours you would be the wife of a great and powerful man, a man who had power over everything in your world—the greatest emperor of the Park Dynasty, "Lunar Dragon" Seonghwa—but also of your first wedding night.

"You should be proud of the fact that the Great Emperor has chosen you out of a million other girls, Y/N. His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa wants you and only you, and you must obey his wish without questioning and be the wife he would admire. You have my meaning, Y/N." Your mother said. She looked at the magnificent crimson robe, richly embroidered with gold thread, that the Emperor had chosen for you. The robe was magnificent, a perfect embodiment of His Majesty's exquisite taste and the ancient traditions of the ruling Park dynasty. Only surpassed by the brilliance of the great stars themselves and the hypnotic glow of Emperor Seonghwa's dark feline eyes were the stars and moons embroidered on the seemingly endless tail of your wedding gown. "After all, the empress must be a virgin when she ascends the throne; that is the tradition, and your purity and chastity will give the emperor a strong heir." Your mother's voice was calm and unemotional. It was as if she were talking about the most mundane of things, not your virginity.

Your mother had explained to you many times how things were going to go down on your wedding night. She hadn't gone into great detail, only saying that you should do your best to please the Emperor. But now you had a good idea of what would happen when you were alone with the Seonghwa, and it couldn't help but frighten you.

The marriage contract between your family and the ruling Park dynasty was made almost immediately after the birth of the current Emperor Seonghwa. Your family had many daughters, each one more beautiful than the one before. You never thought that you, the youngest of them all, would be the future wife of the Emperor. You had only met Seonghwa once, and then only briefly, remembering only his blowing in the wind silk robes, turquoise, and his long hair, the most beautiful shade of sakura blossom.

But you have heard many gossipy stories about Seonghwa, and they filled you with fear and kept you awake at night.

He was a cruel ruler—overbearing, selfish, proud, and arrogant. And Seonghwa was also absolutely insatiable; all the servants in the palace whispered about what a huge sexual appetite the emperor had and that his poor virgin bride would not be able to properly satisfy his hunger and desires. He had a huge harem of girls and handsome, exquisite young men who rotated in and out of His Majesty's chambers with an enviable frequency. Seonghwa never fucked the same concubine more than once. He could point his finger at anyone who interested him, and that person would be in his bed in no time. And tonight you will have to share his bed, and unlike the concubines who spend the night with him and then disappear into the luxurious gardens of the harem to continue their lives, you will have to stay by his side until death do you part, serving and worshipping him as your emperor and husband. And, of course, you will have to provide him with an heir—preferably more than one.

The purpose of your life is the continuation of the dynasty.

You were intensely jealous of all your sisters, who were free to choose their husbands, who were free to marry for love, now that you would be the bearer of the unbearable burden of the crown. You never asked for it; you never wished for it. Seonghwa was extremely wealthy; he was the most powerful ruler in the world. He enslaved and conquered lands as if it were child's play. Even though the Emperor showered you with jewelry and gave you lavish gifts to marry, you didn't care. He would never love you, and you couldn't imagine a world where you could have love and desire for a man who knew nothing but the flames of war and debauchery.

"I'm very scared of him, Mum..." You said again as you watched one of the maids place a golden hairpin set with a black onyx into your hair, given to you by one of the Seven Great Generals of Seonghwa, Choi San.

The dark-eyed demon had given it to you personally this morning, and looking at the man's otherworldly beauty, you couldn't help but think of the rumors that the generals were bound to Seonghwa not only by the battlefield and the hot blood that ran down their arms like scarlet rivers, but also by the silk sheets of the emperor's bed. And perhaps the devilish gleam in San's eyes as his plump, soft lips pressed sensuously against your wrist in a sign of respect meant that you would be able to confirm or deny the rumor in no time at all.

Right now, all you wanted was for your mother to make everything better for you, to spare you from the fears and terrible thoughts that swirled around in your head like a swirl of falling sakura petals, the color of which reminded you of Seonghwa's hair. You were a grown girl, hours away from becoming Empress, but there was a small part of you that longed to be safe and comforted by your mother. You wished with all your heart that she would be able to make Emperor Seonghwa change his mind and choose one of your sisters instead of you.

But it was impossible to do that. No one in this world had the right to go against the wishes of the great Emperor 'Lunar Dragon' Park Seonghwa. He chose you without even bothering to explain why, simply pointing his finger at you as you spent time with your sisters in the Imperial Garden during one of your family's visits to the palace.

"She will be my Empress. She will be mine." Seonghwa said, and you saw the eyes of your mother glisten with tears that had not been shed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Your mother whispered to you. "But perhaps the Emperor will be a good husband. If he wants to have strong and healthy heirs, he'll have to treat you well."

Your mother tried so hard to be brave for you, and you were forever grateful to her for that. In your family, it was always believed that a man had to treat his wife well if he wanted her to bear him a large number of children. And your father really did idolize her, judging by the fact that your mother gave birth to nine children. You could only hope that Emperor Park would follow this wisdom, but you really had doubts that Seonghwa would make any effort to honor and follow your family's traditions. He probably didn't care about anything except increasing his power and satisfying his animal sexual desires.

Seonghwa was a true dragon, not only by blood but by nature. A predatory beast dressed in silk robes and glittering jewels.

"I will do my best to please him." You murmured, and you immediately heard the soft chuckle of a maid tucking a veil into your hair. You cast an angry glance at the slender girl, and her cheeks flushed in an instant. But you could understand the reason for her laughter. What pleasure could a virgin give an experienced and lecherous emperor, whose luxurious bed was warmed by the most beautiful and seductive girls and boys in the empire?

It was a bit of a delusion on your part to wish for that. Most likely, Songhwa would see you as just another beautiful thing in his collection, spending the rest of your life bearing children and sitting on a velvet cushion. Once the wedding ceremony was over, you would be nothing more than his next great conquest.

"Give me your hand, My Lady." Another of the maids spoke to you politely, and you reluctantly held out your cold palm to her. The girl carefully placed a heavy gold bracelet on your wrist, engraved with a dragon with rubies glinting ominously in its eyes; it was more like a shackle, another gift from the General, this time given to you by the magnificent Kim Hongjoong.

As you knew, Hongjoong was not only one of the seven generals and Seonghwa's confidant, but also his close childhood friend, with whom he grew up and shared everything in his life. Hongjoong was also the one who visited you more often than the other generals. He had a devilish gaze and a sly curve of blood-red lips, and he instilled in you the same animal terror as Seonghwa himself. You thought that everything he touched or said had an ulterior motive, and frankly, you didn't really want to know the true meaning of his actions, but the smile he gave you last night when he handed you the bracelet left you no choice. Sooner or later, you will find out, but by then, it will be too late to try to escape the Golden Emperor's cage. Your life, like your body, will belong to Seonghwa from now on.

You swallowed hard as the maids began to remove the robe from your shoulders. It exposed your sun-untouched skin.

"My Lady, it is time..."

You could hear your mother sobbing softly as the bloody silk flowed down your body. She seemed to be holding back the tears from all of them for your sake. Your heart was beating faster, and your fingers were starting to tremble. You were only a few hours away from your inevitable destiny and several miles of ceremonial procession, at the end of which would be the Great Lunar Dragon, Seonghwa Park.

The anxiety of it all almost made your stomach hurt.

The wedding ceremony was grand; your golden palanquin was carried solemnly down a street strewn with flowers and silk ribbons to the cheers of the crowd welcoming their new Empress. The flash of his cherry blossom hair and the firm, possessive palm of his hand that took yours before leading you up the great staircase 'to heaven' are all you can remember of Seonghwa. It was all a blur to you—the rich scent of incense and flowers making your head spin and a nervous knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were cold in the Emperor's hot palms as you made your marriage vows. Your lips trembled as you swore to be his precious wife and to carry the burden of a great empire on your shoulders as his Empress. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Songhwa's soft, velvety voice whispered in your ear, "You belong to me.".

Nothing in the universe could have prepared you for his kiss - fiery, passionate, and hungry, it seemed as if Songhwa wanted to drink your soul through that kiss, to consume you whole, to turn your will and your desires to ashes. You heard the rapturous cheers of the seven generals and other cronies of the ruling Park dynasty. The Emperor's graceful palm encircled your neck from behind and pulled you closer to him. Your knees buckled, and you could barely breathe as Songhwa's long, hot tongue took possession of your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue and sliding across your palate and the inside of your cheeks. His thumb pressed lightly against the pulsing vein in your neck, your pulse racing beneath his soft fingertip as his teeth dug into your plump lower lip, almost biting to the blood.

You wanted to scream in pain, but there were too many people around—too many angry tongues dripping venom—just waiting to start gossiping about you. So instead, you tried to distract yourself from the pain and focus on something else.

But instead, your eyes were captured by the seductive gaze of the siren belonging to none other than General Jung Wooyoung. His full, sensuous lips parted as if he were enjoying the kiss itself, the sharp tip of his tongue sliding across the soft, red flesh of his lower lip, leaving him glistening and moist. You had the feeling that his dark, almost black eyes were gliding over your body. His gaze was shamelessly undressing you, while his friend, his Emperor, was devouring your mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. You looked away in shame and embarrassment.

When Seonghwa finally let go of you and allowed you to take a long-awaited deep breath, you felt like you were going to faint. Just a small glimpse of what awaited you on your wedding night sent shivers of fear down your spine.

"You belong to me. Forever." Seonghwa whispers again, and you have a full understanding of the meaning of his words. Yes, you really do belong to him right now.

When it's time for you to leave the ceremony and prepare for your first wedding night, you almost start to gasp. You catch San's dark, demonic gaze as he leans over to whisper something into General Kim's ear. His words cause Hongjoong's blood-red lips to curl into an evil, almost devilish grin. Even through the many layers of heavy silk, you can feel the flames of his gaze burning through your skin.

"Your Majesty..." You turn your head to the side, only to find yourself facing the goddess Aphrodite herself, in the form of a man. General Kang Yeosang has always held a special place in your heart. Gentle and elegant like an exotic flower, his speech always soft and soothing, and his deep, velvety voice like the call of a chamois. Seonghwa's hair may have been the color of delicate sakura petals, and his eyes may have been brighter than all the stars in the endless midnight sky, but that was just a facade to hide the lustful and cruel devil that lurked inside. Yeosang, on the other hand, in spite of his wicked beauty, was the very embodiment of an angel. You will have heard the servants of the palace call him the Black Swan of the Empire.

Yeosan's soft and gentle nature might have reassured you and even given you some semblance of comfort before Seonghwa ravaged your body and took what was now his—your virginity. But the sensual curve of his plump lips and the hungry glint in the dark eyes of the siren, General Jung Wooyoung, who now extended his palm to you in an inviting gesture, sent an icy shiver down your spine. You rarely saw Wooyoung, and when you did, there was always a decent distance or several other people between you, so you had never felt his presence as close as you did now, and you had never been so fascinated by the sharpness of his face or the small mole under his eye, and this feeling frightened you as much as it frightened Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." As he turned to you, Wooyoung's voice was sultry and hoarse. It made you feel as if the flames themselves were licking at your body or at the lips of your lover in the heat of a forbidden caress.

"I...my maids should see me out. General Jung, thank you." You bite your lip nervously and look around, hoping to find your maids and avoid the two generals' eyes on you, but instead you see Seonghwa watching you intently, his head tilted slightly to the side, a few soft pink strands falling onto his gorgeous face. If he could only have a breath, it would be majestic. Seonghwa was indeed the true embodiment of the divine Lunar Dragon.

"His Majesty, the Emperor Seonghwa, has ordered us to escort you to his chambers in person." It was Yeosang's voice this time. Something about the way he said your husband's name aroused you, and not in the most pleasant way.

"I... I'm not quite sure, General Kang." You have an almost pathetic look on your face, an attempt to delay the inevitable, and to be honest, you had no desire to be in the company of any of the seven illustrious generals right now.

Wooyoung just grinned mischievously at your words, obviously finding you very amusing. As he leaned closer, his lips almost touched your earlobe, and you could smell the scent of sandalwood emanating from his caramel skin.

"Don't make him wait, dear. Seonghwa is an impatient and passionate lover; the longer you resist him, the harder he will be with you, and we don't want a jewel like you to be injured, do we?"

"Stop it, Wooyoung; you're scaring her." Yeosang hisses, but does nothing to contradict the words of General Jung.

You swallow noisily and silently place your cold, clammy palm in Wooyoung's hand, letting him and Yeosang escort you to the Emperor's quarters. The last thing you notice as you leave the Ceremonial Hall, where the noisy festivities of the Imperial Wedding will continue until dawn, is the sensual curve of Seonghwa's luscious, plump lips as he smiles at you and the glimmer of ominous rubies in the eyes of the golden dragon on the very same bracelet you wear on your arm, jingling on Hongjoong's slender wrist as he lazily waves goodbye to you.

"You don't have to worry that hard, Y/N." Wooyoung says as he pulls the heavy silk of your wedding gown off your shoulders, and you might have resented the familiarity with which he addressed you if you hadn't felt the glide of his fingertips over your bare skin. The whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Completely beyond any conscious explanation, two great generals of the Empire are now acting as your personal maids, helping you change your dress, removing your jewelry, and unraveling the intricacies of your wedding hairstyle.

Letting them treat you like a doll, undressing you layer by layer, and exposing more and more of your body to their dark gaze, you didn't know how to react or what to say. Wooyoung's breath was hot on the back of your neck, while Yeosang's cold fingers brushed over your collarbones as he removed the massive gold necklace. They continued their actions until you were left in the thin white dress that was the base of your outfit, and the only jewelry you wore was a black onyx stud given to you by San and, as it turned out, a paired bracelet from Hongjoong.

"Everything will be alright, Your Majesty." Yeosang gently ran his thumb over your wrist, the feel of your pulse racing under his touch. He liked the fact that he was making you nervous; your reaction brought a smile to his beautiful lips. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around your waist for a second, and his firm, hot chest pressed tightly against your back. You could swear you could feel his heart beating through your skin at that moment; he was so close to you.

"We will leave you now, my... Empress." It was almost as if he whispered the last word into your skin. "Enjoy your night." His touch was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and you could feel the cold air of the room now caressing you as General Jung's hot body moved away from you.

"Try to relax and let Seonghwa take care of you; I promise nothing terrible will happen to you." Yeosang leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before following Wooyoung out of the room, leaving you all alone—completely confused, frightened, and not knowing what to expect from Seonghwa if his generals could afford to treat you like this.

"Lunar Dragon" - the great Emperor Park Seonghwa is standing in front of you. His luxurious long hair, the colour of sakura petals, was still partially gathered on his head by long crystal hairpins. Teardrop-shaped crystals were dangling from them. He had replaced his heavy ceremonial robes with a light mantle of the most beautiful snow-white silk you've ever seen - dragons embroidered in silver and turquoise danced on the fabric like in the clouds. You can see his naked, chiseled torso, his muscular chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his measured breathing. Seonghwa's appearance is completely relaxed, but everything about him is a scream of the majesty and power he has over this world. He notices the way your eyes slide down his body, his lips curling into a satisfied, smug grin. You blush and lower your eyes to the floor.

Your heart is beating at breakneck speed against your ribs, and you have the feeling that Seonghwa can easily hear the sound. Your mother told you that you might feel aroused when you were alone with the Emperor, that you would want to touch his body, taste his lips, feel his hot hands on you, and maybe even feel his mouth on your private parts, but you... you didn't want to. You didn't feel aroused at all. You were afraid of Seonghwa, and after what Wooyoung had said to you in the ceremonial hall today, you were even more afraid of him, and no amount of assurances from Yeosang that everything would be all right could change your mind. You were afraid to even look him in the eye, and you clutched the fabric of your dress nervously in your hands, trying to calm yourself.

"My Emperor, are you going to hurt me today?" You were so stupid, good Lord, you couldn't think of anything else to say? Apart from the wedding vows, these were the first words you'd ever spoken to him directly, and you couldn't think of anything else to say: "Will you hurt me?" For some strange reason, you expected that after the wedding you would magically feel like a different person, that after saying your vows, your animal fear of Seonghwa would disappear. It didn't happen at all. You continued to feel frightened and ignorant, and completely at the mercy of the Emperor.

You could feel the weight of his heavy, hypnotic gaze on your skin as he silently scanned your body through the thin, transparent dress that you wore. He was looking at you shamelessly and greedily, and it only served to increase your fear. Seonghwa's long fingers cupped your chin and lifted your face. The soft pad of his thumb is pressed against your lower lip. You hesitantly met his gaze, your eyes instantly held hostage by the magnetic, bottomless eyes of the Emperor. Sharp and soft, demonic and angelic, sparkling like eternal stars and impenetrable like the thickest darkness, you had never met anyone with such eyes. His almost black irises flickered like flames, as if they were absorbing the glow of the candlelight.

"Is that the way you are supposed to address your husband, hmm? Call me by my name." Seonghwa's command to you. The sound of his voice was like liquid silk. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with his graceful hand and tilted your head even higher. You had to strain your neck to hold his gaze with your eyes.

"M-my Emperor..." Your voice trembles, and in spite of the clear command, you say something completely different from what Seonghwa wants you to say.

His finger presses harder against your lip, the sharp nail digging into the soft flesh in a painful way, and your mouth opens automatically.

"I want to hear you say my name, my love. And you need to obey without questioning, darling. You don't want to upset me. Do you?" Seonghwa's tone of voice is still soft and velvety, but you can hear the small hint of a hidden threat in his words. And it is scaring the hell out of you right now. To be honest, you don't want to say his name at all. There's something about it that feels like an irreversible end, like if you say it out loud, you're going to lose any semblance of controlling your life. But there can be no disobedience, especially not now.

"Seonghwa." It's easier than you thought, but for some reason, his name still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

He turns away from you, instead walking over to the luxurious bed and lowering himself smoothly onto it. The flaps of his robe swing further open, and the wide silk collar slides off his shoulders as he sits down on the soft feather bed. You can't help but admire the Emperor for a moment as strands of pink hair fall across his handsome face.

His eyes narrowed predatorily for a second. His gorgeous, god-like face takes on a sharp, animal beauty, but it's only for a moment before his expression becomes majestically relaxed again.

"There you are, good girl." His praise is as condescending as if he were addressing one of the many maids in the palace instead of his Empress. Without taking his eyes off you, Seonghwa pushes his thumb fully into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue's soft, slippery surface. Your eyes widen at the action. "Lick it." He gives the order again, and you weakly run your tongue along the pad of his finger, leaving a thick trail of saliva on it. Then he pulls the finger out of your mouth, takes a step back, and, looking you in the eye, pushes the wet finger into his mouth. His plump lips close in an erotic way around the long appendage as he sucks weakly on it. Heat floods your whole face at this seemingly innocent act, but when Seonghwa does it, it looks so damn lewd and lascivious.

"Strip for me." Seonghwa's voice commands you.

The cold air of his chambers was now licking at your skin, causing your sensitive nipples to tense and swell in response. Embarrassed, you covered yourself with your arms and crossed your legs slightly to hide your pussy from the dark, burning gaze of the Emperor. At that moment, Seonghwa reminded you of a huge, contented cat that had gotten the cream. He leaned back slightly on his hands on the bed, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, making the muscles in his long, thin neck tense. Seductive wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way the Emperor looked right now. Depraved? Vicious? Devilish? Maybe it was all of those things at the same time.

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His command was clear and precise, and the fear of being completely vulnerable in front of him made your heart beat even faster. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the wide waistband of your dress. It had all happened so very quickly. Your mind had barely had time for a moment's reflection. You knew that it was best to obey him and not question what he wanted. Carefully, you unbuckled the belt, and the dress slid gently down your body before it spilled out in a puddle of silk on the floor at your feet.

"I-I... do you like it?" You asked him. Your voice was barely above a whisper. God, it was so embarrassing. Would this happen every time you shared a bed with him? You lowered your eyes to the floor, unable to bear to look at his hungry, lustful gaze.

"Ain't you a pretty little jewel, huh? It was so sweet of you to ask me that. Now take your hands away, so that I can see the whole of your pretty body."

His words caused you to let out a soft squeak, as you were completely shocked. It was humiliating, to say the least. It was one thing to be lying naked under someone else, but it was a lot more vulnerable to find yourself completely naked in the middle of the room. But there was no way you could forbid the Emperor to look at your body the way he wanted to. The words he had spoken earlier were still running through your mind: "You belong to me." So you obeyed him once more, even though everything in your heart was telling you not to.

"What's a gem? Are you so embarrassed already?" Seonghwa laughed grimly as he looked at your naked body; his eyes lingered on your pussy as he sensually ran the tip of his long tongue over his plump, sensual lips. "Come closer to me, darling."

God, it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the Emperor had thought a lot about how to make you squirm without even touching you. You took a couple of steps forward until you were standing between his legs as they spread apart.

"Now turn around for me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves, the velvety tone getting darker and more husky. Your face turned even more red, and your lips began to quiver. You slowly turned away from him so that he had a good view of your bottom. You could feel his predatory eyes on the small of your back and his greedy gaze on your crotch. You almost screamed as you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you down with all their might until you were sitting on the bed between his legs. Seonghwa pressed his body against your back, and it reminded you of Wooyoung, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when his hands cupped your breasts and his full lips were pressed against your ear. "You're supposed to please me, you know." He said. His hot breath flowed over the soft skin of your ear with each letter of the word he spoke. It sent a shiver down the length of your body. "Remember this." He squeezed your breasts roughly, causing you to give a soft whimper.

"Yes, Your Majesty…" You breathed out.

Your breasts were terribly sensitive under his rough and skilled hands, and you were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you collapsed completely into his arms. You had no idea how pleasurable it could be; you'd never played with your boobs before. As Seonghwa's long fingers brushed lightly over your swollen nipples, a soft moan of pleasure escaped your open lips.

"You're so sensitive, my little jewel, and that's what I love about virgins; you're all so sweet and shy, you blush and whimper at the slightest touch. But do you know what it is that I love the most?" Seonghwa asked you as he gently twisted your nipples with his long, thin fingers, making you moan and shake your head in a negative way. "Most of all, I love to see the look on their pretty faces when I stretch their tight little cunts with my big, thick cock. I love the sound of them moaning my name as they cum on my tongue." God, that was just too much.

The combination of the Emperor's deep, hypnotic voice and how dirty and disgusting his words were almost made you whimper pitifully. His hands continued to play expertly with your heavy, plump tits, massaging and squeezing the flesh as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the hard, sensitive nipples. The tender skin of your breasts reddened under his firm grip. Unconsciously, you rested your head on his shoulder, becoming more and more lost in the sensation of his touch on your body.

"But you are my shining star; you are special to me, unlike those whores who live only with the thought of being filled with Imperial sperm. They will never be able to stand in your shoes, and none of them will ever be the mother of my heir. None of them will ever be my Empress." One of his hands slid down your belly until his hot palm cupped your pussy in a possessive way. His long middle finger pressed between your labia to feel the moisture that had accumulated there. Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa pulled roughly on your nipple, his palm pressing even harder against your cunt. "I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy until your belly swells up with my heir." His lips brushed against your ear again, and he whispered in a sultry voice. "And maybe it won't just be mine, if you know what I mean."

Seonghwa began to kiss your neck, leaving scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His lips were plush and moist as they glided over the sensitive veins and nerves, which flowed in bluish, translucent rivers beneath the pallor of your skin. You moaned and unconsciously pressed your pussy harder against his hand as Seonghwa's teeth bit into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The Emperor ran the tips of his fingers along the silken folds of your cunt, the moisture clinging to his fingers.

"I-I...oh..." Endless moans echoed through the room as Seonghwa's finger pads pressed against your sensitive clit. The light pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"Can you feel it, my star? Do you have a sense of how swollen and wet your pussy is?" The Emperor's words caused another moan to escape your lips; your mind was hazy and distant, and Seonghwa's voice was luring you deeper and deeper into the trap of lust and pleasure. "I can feel your desire, my jewel; your little cunt wants to be filled with cock so desperately." He said. Lost in the sounds and sensations of your own body, your hips twitched as his fingers began to circle your clit. Your breathing came and went, each exhale punctuated by a soft moan of pleasure. "Your virgin pussy is throbbing under my touch, my little star. I want to see you sink into ecstasy; I want to see that shy, innocent facade shatter as you cum and wriggle under my touch." Seonghwa removed his hand from your breast, then wrapped his fingers around your chin, turning your head sideways so your lips met his. "Under my tongue." He whispered before you had the taste of his kiss for the second time that night. You were so mesmerized by the feel of the Emperor's soft, luscious lips on yours that you didn't notice him pressing his hips against you.

You were whimpering into his mouth as you felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressing down hard against your arse. Your eyes widened in fear, and your mouth opened to allow Seonghwa's tongue to enter your mouth and wrap around your tongue in a sensual way.

Seonghwa's kiss to you at the wedding ceremony was nothing in comparison to the kiss he was giving you now. The impossible, hot-tight, sinful, shameful, pleasure-filled kiss that made you gasp and whimper against his lips. A low, guttural moan escaped from his lips, becoming almost animalistic in nature as his fingers slid deeper and deeper between your folds. Seonghwa growls and pulls his lips away from yours, swollen and tortured after his caresses them. You moan loudly as his fingers circle around your clit, your juices making it slick and slippery, and that just adding the stimulation. Mindlessly, you buck your hips against his touch, and he lets you do it, enjoying how desperate you are already looking. The Emperor was right. Virgins are always so easy, too pliable, and eager to be touched. And you, his precious little Empress, are no exception.

His eyes were the trap of vice, the bottomless pit of lust and wickedness, but you couldn't look away from them. They were lustrous and almost black, like the onyx in the jewelled hairpin San had given you. They seemed to penetrate your very soul, making you shiver. A seductive grin played across his devilishly handsome face as his fingers continued to play with your pussy, making it more and more wet and in need of attention. You gasped for breath as you felt your little hole squeeze on nothing, and a thick, gooey drop of slime poured out of you.

"Ahm-aah...Your Majesty...ahhhh...Seonghwa." You were at a loss for words and had no formula. Pleasure curled up at the core of your being, and you rolled your eyes in delight.

"Yes, that's right, my star. Does it feel good? Do you like it when my fingers play with your little virgin pussy, when you feel them on your throbbing, swollen clit?" He asked. The silk of his voice was a breath that was a tickle to your ear.

"Your Majesty... It's... It's so embarrassing."

His eyes flashed with pleasure, and the grip he had on your face was like a vice grip. You felt his hips jerk forward, and he pressed his cock harder against the soft flesh of your ass. His excitement was obvious. Suddenly, his fingers stopped teasing the folds of your cunt. Seonghwa brought them to his mouth instead. His eyes sparkled like jewels, seductive and dangerous, as his long tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the viscous fluid that ran down the long appendages.

"You're sweet—maybe too sweet for your own good." Seonghwa wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to his beautiful face, so that his lips make contact with yours once more. "And there's something you should know about me, my star: I have a horrible sweet tooth." Instantly, he releases you from his grip and changes position so that you're on your back, spread out on the beautiful sheets, his lithe body hovering over you. His hair is completely disheveled, long strands of pink falling haphazardly across his face, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks and his luscious lips, swollen from kissing and taking on a darker shade. God, he looks like a true deity, and you can see why they call him the 'Lunar Dragon'; mere mortals can never be so majestic and seductive; they are not given that magnetic pull that draws everyone to this dangerous creature like a moth to a flame.

Seonghwa slides down your body until his hands are cupped around your thighs, pulling them apart so that your juicy, wet cunt is exposed to his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers gently down your thick, soft thighs, squeezing your flesh together for a moment, the sharp tips of his nails digging painfully into your thighs, and you make a squeal at the rough caress. It was a terrible shame to lie there, completely naked, with your legs spread wide open, while Seonghwa towered over you, still fascinating and powerful, even if he did look a little disheveled. And what was even more humiliating was that you were already so wet for him—your juices were constantly flowing from your hole and dripping between your cheeks onto the silk of the sheets—but you didn't have time to think about that when Seonghwa pressed down on your clit without warning, making you gasp loudly. You almost screamed, your legs twitching in a feeble attempt to squeeze together as he skillfully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingernail lightly scraping the tender skin.

"You have such a sweet little cunt, my star," Seonghwa whispered as he pushed your swollen labia apart to expose the soft pink inside. He bent his face over your pussy and let his hot breath flow over the sensitive flesh, causing even more fluid to spill out of your hole. "I will only say this once, my precious. You will be a good girl and take everything I give you. I will eat that sweet virgin cunt for as long as I want. If you dare to refuse, I will fuck you without any stretches at all, and believe me, unlike you, I am going to get a lot of pleasure when my cock rips that tight cunt in half. Do you understand me?"

"I-I, yes, I understand, Your Majesty."

The first licks from Seonghwa's tongue on your juicy pussy made you arch your back and roll your eyes. The sensation was too overwhelming for your words. As soon as the Emperor had tasted you on his lips, he began to eat you with a hungry ferocity. Seonghwa plunged his tongue into your tight, wet hole, almost biting your tender, quivering folds, his teeth clawing at your swollen, sensitive clit, making you writhe and squirm as his hands gripped your thighs tighter.

Seonghwa lived for the pussy, and he'd tasted a lot of it over the years, but your sweet virgin cunt tasted the best of all. His little Empress had the most amazing cunt of them all—a pussy that was worthy of an emperor.

"I can't wait to get my tongue inside you, my star. Do you like it, my Empress? Tell me. Do you like my tongue in your slutty virgin pussy?"

"Uh, huh... I... I... it feels so good... your Majesty..." You moaned.

Your viscous slime and his own saliva now coated Seonghwa's chin as his mouth pressed greedily against you, licking and lapping up all the juices flowing from you as if they were divine nectar. Your tight hole was twitching under the caress of his tongue, begging for filling. And who was he to refuse to give it to you?

Seonghwa slid his finger into the throbbing warmth of your vagina, feeling the slight resistance of the muscles as the long appendage stretched your virgin entrance. He did it slowly, but you moaned in spite of himself as his finger filled you. His lips circled around your clit, slowly sucking at the sensitive cluster of nerves, and Seonghwa felt the warm, silky walls of your pussy tighten around his finger.

"Y-Your Majesty... that's a lot... I" You found it hard to speak; hot excitement was flowing beneath your skin, making you helpless and pliable for him, but a sharp slap on your thigh made you cry out loudly. The mark of his hand bloomed like a rose on the milky surface of your skin.

You continued to whimper as you responded to the rough and vulgar words the Emperor spoke to you. Not daring to take his eyes off the way your hole was absorbing them, Seonghwa added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers, trying to hold them in, even though the burning sensation of stretching made it difficult. To make it easier for Seonghwa to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, you tried to relax as much as possible. A lump of saliva landed on the top of your pussy and spread over your delicate folds.

"My Name. I need you to moan out my name and nothing else, my star. I want to hear you say it out loud as I destroy you with my fingers and my tongue. Your hungry cunt swallows my fingers so well, my little

Empress."

"Look at you, my star; you're so wet for me; you literally drip into my mouth. You are not so clean and pure any more, are you? Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would like to have her cunt licked?" The squelching of your wetness and Seonghwa's saliva as he slid two fingers in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting. Seonghwa was mesmerized by the way your pussy clung to his fingers, his tongue circling the edges of your vagina, slipping inside slightly each time his fingers came out of you.

You arch your back and feel a strange, crushing tension build up in your lower abdomen, and you clench the silk sheets in your fists. It's frightening, but somehow you have a desire for it to consume you completely.

"Seonghwa, I... Oh God... I, I don't know, this feeling inside me..." Your breathing is ragged, with each word coming out of your mouth with difficulty. The Emperor lifts his hypnotic gaze up to you, his mouth still pressed against your pussy. His eyes are so dark and hypnotic—glimmering black stars in the lacy frame of his eyelashes—and you swear you see a flash of golden glow in them before it fades, leaving only lust and insatiable hunger.

"My little Empress, you are about to cum for the first time, are you? Jewel, you must wait until I say so." Seonghwa growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh harder and harder, and you could already see the purple and black bruises that were beginning to form on your skin. "Your slutty cunt won't be able to come until I tell you to." You whimper pitifully at the command of authority in his velvety voice, your pussy clutching onto his two fingers.

But Seonghwa doesn't seem to have had enough and decides to stretch you even further, trying to push a third finger inside you, causing you to squeal and jerk your hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation inside you, but it has the exact opposite effect. Your abrupt movement forces his fingers deeper into you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside, and you gasp at the sharp sensation of delight that rips through you like a bolt of lightning. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't even notice the tip of his third finger as it enters you.

Seonghwa is sucking on your clit in an almost lazy way, stretching and stimulating you at the same time.

"S-Songhwa!" You almost start to cry, your eyes filling with tears from the mixture of feelings and emotions. This is too good to pass up, but at the same time, too much for you to bear. "Please, Seonghwa, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, are you beggin' me already, my star? My little Еmpress, if you can't take my fingers, then you'll never be able to take my cock, and that is literally your only responsibility in life. To lie here in my bed and to fuck me like this. Your husband and your Еmperor. Seonghwa replies, licking the broad stripes between your trembling soft folds and pulling her fingers out of you to suck on your clenching, flowing hole.

"I'm sorry... I'm t-trying to be a decent wife to you... I'm so sorry." You stutter.

The Emperor slid three fingers back into your pussy, stroking your velvety walls and pressing the pads of his fingers against your G-spot as he did so.

"You're so sweet, begging and crying like a pretty little girl, but you're not a girl anymore. You're my wife, my Empress, so be damned obedient to me and take everything I give you without objection." When he had finished speaking, his lips were around your exhausted clit again.

"Oh, please, Seonghwa! P-please, I need...I want...please let me come...I promise I'll be so good to you." Tears streamed down your face as your whole body began to shake a little, and you lifted your hips to press even harder against Seonghwa.

Seonghwa seems to have decided to spare you this time, enjoying how desperate and needy you look—all that crying and whining, and he hasn't even fucked you properly. But it's not over yet.

"If you want it so badly, darling, you can cum." As soon as those words fall from his flushed, swollen lips, it feels as if your whole body is completely attuned to his every command or desire, and you arch up almost immediately, rolling your eyes and experiencing your first real orgasm on Seonghwa's long, slender fingers. Seonghwa lets out a deep, low moan as he watches you writhe in pleasure as he continues to finger-fuck you until you begin to whimper and beg him to stop.

"I'm not done with you yet, my star." Seonghwa whispers in a grim voice as he pushes his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You're almost incoherent at this point, shaking with excitement as he pulls his fingers out of you and crawls up your body to pull you into a hot, dirty kiss. His lips, chin, and cheeks are wet and sticky with your juices, but he doesn't care; he doesn't bother wiping, preferring to fuck your mouth with his tongue.

As Seonghwa pulled away from your lips and allowed you to take a full breath, the look on his face took on that predatory animal look that you'd seen on him before tonight, and it was crystal clear to you what was going to happen next. Fear and excitement at the prospect of finally losing your virginity mix together in your heart. You weren't sure if the feeling was one of relief or horror, but your body was already on edge with anticipation. You could feel your stomach twist with desire and excitement, and you were absolutely shocked that your body reacted in this way even after an orgasm.

"And now, my little Empress, I would like to show you what it means to be the wife of the Emperor. His beautiful cock sleeve." Seonghwa gets down from you, but only to take off his silk robe and to pull his trousers down over his long legs until he is completely naked. His hair is now completely loose, long strands the color of sakura petals falling freely over his shoulders and chest. You would want to admire how beautiful his face looks framed by his pink silk hair if your eyes weren't focused on his cock pressed against his flat, embossed belly. Like everything about His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa, his cock was just as magnificent and attractive: the hard, thick length was slippery and glistening with pre-cum flowing from the dark pink head, the vein bulging with tension stood out on its velvety girth, and overall, his cock made you inexplicably want to run your tongue over it and taste its flavor. You swallowed loudly, turning your head to the side, a crimson blush of embarrassment mixing with the lust that now filled your veins with something intoxicating and forbidden and spreading across your rounded cheeks.

Your mouth opened to say something, but you quickly shut it when you noticed that he had raised his perfect eyebrow in a slightly mocking expression. His movements were slow and elegant as he crawled across the bed towards you like some mythical beast. Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before he pulled you towards him until his body was between your spread legs. He towered over you—magnificent, almost divine—making you feel small and fragile. Strands of his long, sakura-colored hair fell around his slender body. His smooth skin shimmered like liquid gold in the soft, diffused light of the candle.

His graceful hand slid up the curve of your thigh, caressing your soft skin where the marks of his possessive touch had already blossomed, and higher and higher until it reached your full breasts. Seonghwa squeezed your breast before running his fingers around the swollen pink nipple. A pitiful moan escaped your lips as his luxurious, juicy lips connected with another hardened bud and sucked it roughly into his hungry, beautiful mouth. You meowed in response, the new kind of stimulation causing you to arch your back in pleasure and unconsciously push your breasts closer to him. He purred velvetily, flicking his tongue over your tender nipple until it was glistening and wet from his attention.

Without hesitating, the Emperor lifted his knee between your hips, forcing them to spread further apart, allowing him to slip between them. Your hands rose hesitantly and floated in the air for a second before you found them lying on Seonghwa's strong shoulders. His skin felt warm and soft under your fingers. Your body tensed, and a small cry escaped your parted lips as you felt Sonhwa's teeth bite into your chest, and soon a mark resembling a shining crescent moon formed where his teeth had been. Suddenly, the Emperor grabbed hold of your wrists and lifted your arms above your head, restricting your movements and locking you completely into the cage beneath his body.

"And now you would like to touch me, my little Empress?" Seonghwa grinned grimly. "First of all, I want to take what is rightfully mine, my star. Beg me for it." He let out a growl. Like a dark, forbidden caress, the low, vibrating sound of his voice went through your body. The heavy, velvety length of his cock pressed against the inner side of your thigh. You wanted to run away, to hide from that bottomless, hypnotic gaze of lust and hunger, but at the same time you wanted more of him, to feel everything you'd never felt before. The thought of how Seonghwa would enjoy you, how he would use you for his own pleasure, and how he would make you his own, subjecting you to his will and his power, made you long for that feeling. You desperately wanted to belong to him.

"Please, my Emperor, Seonghwa, take me. I belong to you." You barely managed to whisper the words, but the Emperor was able to hear them clearly. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, exposing your slender, delicate neck. His hot body merged with yours as his head sank into the curve of your neck. The swollen, wet head of his cock pressed against your trembling pussy. He was still holding your wrists tightly above your head, his sharp nails digging into your skin, but your hips were lifting to meet him as Seonghwa moved forward, weakly, and rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. A low, languid moan escaped from his throat as your soft labia parted a little, allowing his cock to slide into the warmth of your wet cunt.

"You are so impatient, darling. And that's another thing I like about virgins—once they've tasted pleasure, they stop controlling themselves and start asking for more. Look at you; you're so desperate for me to fuck you, little Empress. Can't you wait for my cock to be inside of you?" He looks so smug, his ego shining brightly in his dark eyes, and a lecherous smile has blossomed on his plump lips. Your natural essence thickly coats his thick cock, allowing it to slide easily through your warm folds, the head of his cock touching your sensitive clit with every move he makes. He is laughing at you, at the way your body is haunting him at every moment. Once again, the Emperor is proving you to be right—you really are hungry for more. You want to feel him all over you.

Seonghwa loves the way you look underneath him—your flushed face, wet from the tears you shed earlier from your orgasm, your skin covered with bruises and his bite marks, and of course, your wet little cunt begging to be filled to the brim with his cum. Maybe that's why he can't hold himself back any longer and slowly begins to push his cock into your oozing hole. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you, and although you had been prepared for it, the way his thick girth stretched your silky walls made you squeeze your eyes shut and feel a slight burning sensation. Seonghwa's cock was too big and thick for you, at least for now, but somehow you didn't doubt that he was going to fuck you until you could easily take his whole length at once.

When his cock was all the way inside of you and his balls were pressed against your plush arse, he let out a guttural, almost growling, moan as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Your cunt was everything he'd imagined—tight and hot and silky—divine. A small shiver of pleasure went through his body as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. Your answering moan was an unrestrained one, grateful for the hot, thick length of it as it displaced your emptiness, stained your chastity, took away your purity, and filled you instead with an insatiable need.

He hardly gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock before he began fucking you mercilessly. Obscene sounds filled the air with each of his hard and deep thrusts, mingled with your whimpering and long moans, as well as his enthusiastic purring of satisfaction as he tormented you. His warm breath filled your mouth, forming a subtle contrast to the uncompromising demand of his tongue as it penetrated your mouth and tasted you as you moaned and whimpered. Seonghwa feels that he has become a little bit dependent on you and that he will probably never be able to satisfy this hunger that he now has for you. Your slippery pussy tightened around him impatiently and greedily, hot and wet, squeezing him so hard that Seonghwa let out a low moan of pleasure.

Seonghwa lets go of your hands and wraps the palm of his hand around your thin neck instead, squeezing it lightly. His grip on your throat makes you gasp, and your moans are hoarse and soft.

"You are all mine." He growls, watching as his cock enters and exits your tight, pink cunt, a thick vein stretching along your silken walls with every movement of his beautiful and skilled hips. Seonghwa can't help but marvel at the way your juices are coating the velvety length of his cock as it plunges deep into you. Your hands dig into the sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as you do so. "Who is your husband? Your Emperor? Tell me, my little star!" Seonghwa demands as she presses her fingers around your neck more tightly.

"Y-y-you!" You screamed, but the sound of your voice was so distorted that it was barely audible. Your thighs began to ache from Seonghwa's relentless thrusts, but you didn't know if you wanted to ask him to stop when his cock kept hitting the most pleasurable spot inside you, making you feel every cell in your body heat up until it was white. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes, exactly the same—mesmerizingly sparkling stars like the ones in Seonghwa's eyes. "Seonghwa, that's you! You are my husband, my Emperor!"

"That's right, you treat me so well, my little Empress. I am going to fuck you until you are swollen with my heirs and until your little pussy is dripping with my cum day and night. My beautiful star, don't you think that we should give the seven great generals a taste of your divine cunt, as well? Let them saturate you, let them breed you, and let them shower you with caresses and praise. They are magnificent lovers, my star—passionate, tireless, and demonic—and they crave you so much. And here's something else you should know about me, my little Empress: I share everything with them—the battlefield, power, life, bed, and of course, I will share you with them, my beautiful wife." Seonghwa stops what he is doing and looks down at your trembling, delicate body lying underneath him. You can feel how his demonic gaze is burning into you before he grabs hold of your waist and quickly forces you down on all fours, lifting your bottom up into the air. His hand slides along the curves of your inner thighs, running his fingers over the warmth of your cunt and oozing sticky nectar. Two slender, long fingers rub your quivering hole, and you clench involuntarily at the tantalizing sensation of his fingers.

"Say it once more." He orders you as he presses down on your clit and begins to rub it in rapid circles. You let out a shrill cry, your voice echoing through the luxurious imperial chambers.

"Seonghwa! I am yours. You are my Emperor. You are my magnificent husband."

The Emperor let out a purr in response to your words, which sound silky and almost sinful. He pressed himself against you once more, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your face was pressed against the pillow before a graceful hand pulled your hair and pressed you against his wet, hard chest. He never stopped his hips from moving. His pace was sure and persistent, his lack of mercy cruel to your tender, sensitive cunt that had never known such sensations before, but still you moaned with pleasure.

"You are going to cum on my cock, my beautiful star." His teeth graze across your ear before Seonghwa bites down on the lobe of your ear. All of a sudden, his fingers find your swollen clit and make slow half circles over it, stimulating you even more. Immediately, you feel yourself tightening around his thick cock; your mouth falls open, and your lower lip begins to quiver as you feel that sweet tension at the bottom of your belly. Your orgasm is like a starburst of sensations—the pleasure exploding beneath your skin, stinging you like sharp shards of broken stars—and you almost lose yourself in the sensation. You moan so loudly that you swear the servants outside the door can hear you loud and clear, but whether it's the servants or perhaps one of the seven handsome generals, you have no way of knowing.

Seonghwa lets go of your hair and grabs your waist instead, digging his nails into your flesh until it bleeds. The squishing sound your pussy makes every time his balls slap against the soft plush of your arse draws a deep animal growl from Seonghwa's throat, the great dragon inside him coming out. The warm, sticky liquid slowly seeps out between your thighs as you shiver and melts into Seonghwa's arms as he holds you upright, your head resting on his shoulder. But it doesn't last long. In a second, you're on your back again, facing the godlike Lunar Emperor.

He stares down at your emaciated face and at the glistening beads of sweat on your brow. His smug smile was devilish and vicious; he spread your legs again, watching the heat of your tiny, squelching cunt as it greedily swallowed his cock.

"Oh, your pussy is so beautiful, my star. A perfect little cunt to be filled with the emperor's cum, to be a breeding." Seonghwa's words are nothing more than the sweetest praise wrapped in pure sin.

Holding your breath, your body feeling boneless and tired, you nod recklessly at his words.

"You will cum again, my star. You're going to scream out my name so loud that everyone in this palace will know just how good a fuck I give you." He lifted one of your legs and pressed it up against the side of your chest. In this new position, you felt stiff and small under the Emperor's exquisitely elegant body, yet your pussy continued to greedily milk his cock. The vulgar, disgusting words that Seonghwa spoke to you in his deep, velvety voice made your head spin around. It made you feel so soft and sweet.

Seonghwa fucked you in a deep and rough way. You could still feel the remains of your orgasm boiling in your belly—so sensitive, almost painful. As the head of his cock kissed your cervix, your body tensed, and every muscle in your body tightened like a silk ribbon. Yet, as if it's his only purpose in life, Seonghwa continues to split your heart. You roll your eyes, your lips quiver, and your chest shakes with sobs. You look completely fucked up as you lie there, taking everything the Emperor gives you.

"Who do you belong to, little Empress?"

"I-I, yours, Seonghwa..." You let out a gasp as you felt the tingling sensation of a new orgasm flutter around your pussy. Your soft walls clenched hard, almost restricting Seonghwa's movements, contracting and pulsing around his thick cock.

"Louder!" He crashes his hips into you, your skin reddening where his thighs made contact with yours.

"S-Seonghwa, I belong to you, only to you... ah!"

You feel like you're drowning—falling rapidly and irreversibly into the depths of a bottomless ocean of pure pleasure as Seonghwa's fingers press against your swollen, torn clit. Your orgasm is all-consuming—your vision disappears for a second, your breath is trapped in your chest, and all you can hear is the raging roar of the blood in your veins. You scream—piercingly loud—but the sound barely reaches you. You're shaking, your whole body twisting and writhing from the wild intensity of your orgasm as Seonghwa continues fucking you relentlessly. Seonghwa's skilled fingers move over your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips, making your body shake around him as you go through blissful orgasm. Your juices rush between the two of you, spilling over and down the silk of the sheets.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, Seonghwa..." You cried out, the tears running freely down the sides of your face.

Seonghwa leaned forward and captured your lips in an incredible kiss, his hips pressing hard against you as he began to pour his cum as deep as he could, savoring how hard and greedily your pussy milked his cock, your silky walls trembling around him. After a few moments, he slips out of your exhausted pussy, lets go of your leg, and lies down next to you on the bed, his head dropping to your chest as he cuddles closer to you, listening to your heart pounding furiously beneath his cheek. The Emperor intertwines your fingers with his own in the most intimate and tender of gestures. Still in a daze, you lie motionless on the bed and allow him to do whatever he wants to you.

The Great Lunar Dragon is curled up beside you like a purring, cream-fed cat. He looks completely relaxed and peaceful. Your eyes wander aimlessly around the luxurious chambers, trying to collect your thoughts, but it's only for a moment before your eyes widen—frightened and in disbelief—as you meet the gaze of none other than the great, demonically beautiful General Choi San. Your soft scream attracts the attention of Seonghwa, and his eyes are lazily open to see what it is that has upset you so much.

"Ah, Sannie, you have frightened my star." Seonghwa reluctantly gets up from you and lightly covers your body with the sheet, but it does little to help the situation, as you can feel the general's sultry gaze burning into your skin. "You should have waited until the morning at the very least; you are too impatient, do you know that?"

"My precious Empress made a sound that was too tempting for me to resist, Hwa. I am nothing more than a male slave of my most beautiful mistress." San purred, got up, and crept towards the bed like a big cat of prey. He moves clean and elegantly, and you can't help but be enchanted by what you're seeing. But the spell is broken as soon as you feel the bed begin to sag under the weight of his body. In an attempt to shrink and hide your body from this breathtakingly handsome man, you pull your legs up. Seonghwa notices this and gently puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

"My star, you have no need to be afraid of San; he is as gentle as a kitten. You will have fun playing with him, I assure you." Seonghwa's voice was like melting honey on your skin, and you wished you could relax, but the whole situation was just wild; this is totally not how you expect a first wedding night to go. "But first we need to bathe, and then we can go and play again, my little Empress; the night is still so young." Seonghwa literally sings, letting you go and moving around the bed until she is next to San. You watch in silence as the emperor's plump, sensual lips touch the sharp cheekbone of the general for a moment before he rises from the bed and pulls a silk robe over his naked body. "I trust everything has been prepared." It is clear that the question is not directed at you.

"Of course it has; Wooyoung and Yeosang have taken care of it." San extends his hand to you. It is the same inviting gesture that General Jung used before leading you to Seonghwa's chambers. "Come with me, my precious Empress. Your servants are waiting to please their mistress."

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vanilla and cream

where you flip a switch in your pretty boyfriend, and now he has a breeding fetish he can never get out of his system no thanks to you.

Genres: smut, pwp, forced breeding, mild bondage, cream pies, breeding kink/fetish, overstimulation, unprotected sex, whiny and desperate Yeosang for the girlies out there, it's quite a lot of cum (but are we surprised)

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @hongjoongswifefr @yourlocaljonghoe itza-meee

🩷 stay perverted: the masterlist

Yeosang never considered himself to have much kinks or fetishes, at least, before he met you. But even when the relationship as partners turned more intimate, Yeosang never seemed to have much preference when it comes to sex.

But nothing could have prepared him for the effect just one night could have on him. Now he can’t seem to get enough, and he drives him fucking insane. The taste of it still lingers in his tongue as if it just happened the night before, and when he finally snaps out of it (barely), Yeosang has to make sure he’s not wearing pants that that especially pull taut against his crotch, or that would definitely become an issue.

The ironic thing was that it started on an ordinary night.

You are peppering kisses across his temples, his pretty little birthmark, before you go down to his neck and shoulders, listening to the soft hums of approval while his hands are warm on your sides.

“Could you let me try something, Yeo?” You ask, going back to facing him at eye level, your palm resting against his soft cheek.

“What is it?” Yeosang asks back, closing the distance with a kiss. The way he’s swiping and biting softly against your bottom lip, almost erasing whatever you wanted to tell him.

You giggle in between the kiss, teasing him back with your tongue in your mouth before you pull back, leaving Yeosang slightly breathless.

“Do you trust me?”

Yeosang nods, his fingers combing through your hair. “Of course baby.”

“Could you let me tie you up and fuck you?”

Yeosang blinks. He never really gave bondage much thought, and even if he did, he always thought you would be the one tied up.

After a second of silence from him, you shift around the bed, Yeosang following your gaze, watching you take white rope from the nightstand.

“I practiced” you assured him.

Yeosang cocks an eyebrow. “On someone else?”

You hit him playfully, earning a giggle from the male.

“Obviously not, dumbass”, you tease. “So do you want to try it? We can stop any time if it hurts?”

Yeosang ponders for a second. Deep inside, anticipation brews in him—the thought of you tying him up and fucking him on top. It’s not as if he doesn’t let you ride him, it’s just the addition of bondage had roused his interest. So he agrees to try it out.

Your soft, warm walls hug Yeosang, he swears he’s at the fucking gates of heaven. His muscles flex when he pulls against the ropes, groaning at the pleasure rapidly filling him up. His thoughts are swarming altogether, growing incoherent. He wonders if this strangely more euphoric because it’s something new introduced to the bedroom. He’s never complained about the current sex life the both of you have, he enjoys it, but something about this arrangement is getting a rouse out of him. Yeosang’s heart is pounding, and he hopes you can hear that it’s for you.

“Babe…” he trails off, still tugging against the restraints. You think the way he looks almost helpless is so endearing, especially when he has his cock sunk all the way into your cunt. And the thought of being completely helpless while you fucked him senseless? Yeosang is indulging it in like it’s his favourite dessert.

“How does it feel, baby?” You ask, letting your hands run down from your shoulders, giving your nipples a little tug before your hands slide down your bare body and thighs. Yeosang swallows hard, another soft groan leaving his lips as the sounds of skin slapping slowly grows wetter and wetter. His moans turn into whines.

“So good. So tight, so warm. Fuck”, Yeosang curses, forcing his eyelids open, wanting to look at the way your cunt sinking down and swallowing his pathetic, twitching cock, as cream gradually coats his length.

Yeosang barely manages to calm down, trying to regain his breathing, his control, from just bursting in you. He doesn’t want to risk cumming in you, no matter how fucking good he thinks it’ll feel, because it’s the first time in a long while since then both of you fucked without protection. Yeosang bites his lips, taking deep breaths, his abdomen flexing once more, his arms pulling against the ropes again. You stare at him, watching Yeosang shift helplessly, his face contorting into pleasure from time to time when he feels you squeeze against him.

“B-babe… I don’t think—ah fuck—we should keep going”, he barely manages out. You see the beads of perspiration clinging against his temples and his cheeks.

“Why not?”, you tilt your head, your grinding slowing painfully down, Yeosang jerks slightly, he feels his throat grow dry when, especially the orgasm that was dangling before him completely gets snatched from him. Yeosang spits another curse.

“I’m not wearing protection,” Yeosang replies, his thighs now trembling from the tension. “It’s not safe.”

You plant a finger on your lip, scrunching your eyebrows, pouting at him slightly, your pussy still riding off his cock. It feels so fucking good that it’s starting to fucking hurt. “But don’t you want to cum, baby?”

Yeosang’s eyes are slowly growing more glazed out the more your hips slap against his. He wants to cum so fucking badly that he doesn’t even know how he’s still thinking of protection. But he still nods, and he’s rewarded with you picking up the pace and bouncing off his cock again, which he wonders if it’s a punishment to feel this fucking amazing.

“But still—“ Yeosang tries to counter, only to be shut up when you have him completely up to the hilt, dragging your cunt against his poor cock, sending him into another layer of pleasure, his hips unintentionally bucking up to yours.

“I’m so fucking full, Yeo,” you hum, leaning closer into him, your body pressing onto his, still bouncing off him. “You make me so fucking full. So fucking thick.”

A pained whimper escapes his lips. He doesn’t think he can last much longer.

You lean in, your hands cupping his pretty face. Yeosang has his eyes screwed shut, his long lashes resting against his skin, he’s biting his lips, sometimes letting go soft pants that come off as whimpers.

“You’re gonna cum in me like a good boy, okay? You know you want to”, you hum once more, before a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel him grow even more in your cunt, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot when your hips lower down once more to fit him fully once more.

Yeosang is able to lock his fucked out eyes with yours, looking at you with so much desire, so much adoration, before his eyes roll back, his jaw slacks, his abdomen completely flexed. He’s in so much bliss, the pleasure tingling—streaming like electricity across every single nerve that existed in his body as his cock squirts so much thick and warm cum right into your tight little hole. He couldn’t even tell you that he was about to cum before it happened. All he hears is your soft voice, coaxing him to empty it all in your pussy, with broken moans in between.

When Yeosang is barely recovered from his high, your fingers are under his chin, gently guiding his head to face you, still sat prettily on his spent cock.

“Good boy. Look at the pretty mess you’ve made”, you praise, leaning back, forcing him to watch you pull out of him. His cock is decorated in a pretty translucent, wet coat of cum, but what completely flips something in him is when your fingers slide to your wet folds, barely pulling them open, and the thick, white cum trickles out of your hole. Yeosang is completely entranced and breathless. And he’s completely hard again.

“You filled me up so good, Yeo,” you smile, even though at the same time whimpering as another load seeps past your folds.

When you untie his restraints, Yeosang has your legs pushed into a mating press, his cock entering you once again, with much ease thanks to the extra lubricant of cum, before his mind completely blanks out, sanity and rationale somewhere else on earth, just not with him, while his hands pin your wrists above you, and he fucks you like a starved man before breeding another load into you.

Since that night, it was all Yeosang could think about. The bondage was definitely fun, the orgasm denial was heavenly, but nothing could top the way you made him breed you like that. Before he realises it, he’s addicted.

The condoms now were all forgotten at the bottom of the drawer. Yeosang thinks this completely ruined when using condoms, so he stops—the feeling of his bare cock being squeezed raw by your pussy gets him off so fucking fast now.

He would have you seated on his cock, riding him, creaming on him, squeezing him before he empties his load right into you, making sure you milk him dry of every single drop.

You were right. Your cunt was made to be his cum dumpster. And Yeosang can’t get enough.

It was to the point that he bought a full length mirror that faced the bed from an angle, and he would have you ride him, while he watches from the mirror the way his cock is swallowed full by your pussy, your moans accompanying his cock hitting in the deeper areas of your cunt. He would grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, watching the way he forces his cock to go deeper in you, and the fucking cries that come out of you? So fucking delicious.

If it wasn’t fucking you on cowgirl, he would have you face the mirror, legs spread wide open, his cock stuffing you full from the bottom in full view in the mirror.

Either way, he never misses the way his cum dribbles and drips out of your pussy hole, usually accompanied by your shaking thighs and breaths.

And then he would slide his cock right back in, making sure he breeds you full for the next two rounds.

His words in the bedroom turned more dirty too, reminding you that his cock will always have enough to fill you up over and over again until he is satisfied.

The extent? He even videos some of the fucking if he doesn’t have time to fuck and breed you on days and weeks when he’s unable to meet you.

The phone is pointed right at your pussy, propped on a tripod from an angle, so his phone camera is able to capture the scene in full. Your legs are wide open, your mind hazy from the euphoria.

“We’re not done yet, baby”, Yeosang reminds you, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them lower. The camera catches your cunt in full view, before Yeosang’s cock comes into view, sliding right into you, immediately thrusting right into you, and it records your choked moans and the obscene sounds of the both you fucking like rabbits.

“Fuck, Yeo, you’re so deep,” you cry out, eyes rolling back when his cock hits your sensitive spot. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum so much on your cock”

Yeosang’s low voice only pushes you further, and he encourages you, “that’s it baby. Doesn’t that feel good too?” His thrusts are becoming ruts, desperate and feral, making sure you feel it all the way in your stomach before you completely let go, your walls convulse against his cock before he spills his load right into you once more. He pulls out, rubbing his cockhead on your folds without much friction, no thanks to the cream and cum.

Then he moves away, giving you a few seconds before cum starts to trickle out of you once more. His fingers come into view, rubbing both sides your folds before he pulls them open slightly so even more cum seeps out onto the soiled sheets beneath you. You’re so out of it, still recovering from your high before Yeosang dives in for another wet kiss.

Yeosang moves out of the frame once more, his hand reaching out to halt the recording, his mind buzzing with excitement to watch such a perverted video when he’s away from you. He tosses the phone onto the bed, giving soothing rubs on your thighs while his muscled arms are wrapped around you, kissing the back of your neck.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip affectionately while the both of you cuddle.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, your fingers dancing along his biceps.

“Thinking about how I should fuck and breed you in public too, make sure you keep my cum nicely in your pussy while we go on our date. And if you don’t, I’ll keep breeding you till you’re begging me to stop.”

You stare at him, speechless and you think to yourself-- what the fuck have you done?

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sugarnspice630 · 16 days

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I wonder how would each member react that you wore a phenomenon perfume to seduce them (yk the tiktok trend,when the girlfriend wore that perfume and their boyfriend sniffing them like crazy.)

I wonder how ateez would react..

I would be happy if you do it 🥺

Hi anon! Omg I absolutely love this idea. I am also curious how Ateez would react in this situation, so let’s dive in to see what I’ve come up with! 😈🙏

Ateez's Reactions to You Using a Pheromone Perfume Around Them

A/N: Sometimes I changed the prompt to have already established the pheromone perfume or it wasn't necessarily used to seduce the member. I hope that's okay! I just got bored of essentially writing the same thing in different fonts so I had to change it up a bit for my sake, but all stories still involve the perfume! Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Hongjoong

Going for a night drive with Hongjoong, being the passenger princess like you loved. Listening to the music playing from the stereo and taking in the beautiful scenery of city life at night. The peaceful humming of Hongjoong singing along to the song currently playing and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Sitting at a red light waiting to turn, you decided to dig in your bag for your perfume to "touch up your scent." Fortunately for Hongjoong, the perfume of choice for the night was the pheromone perfume that has been seen all over the internet. You saw videos of how crazy it made everyone’s boyfriends react, and you wanted to try it out on him. You opened the cap and rolled the perfume on your wrists and neck, snapping the cap back on the perfume and placing it into your bag. The light changed, and Hongjoong was able to turn. Your body leaned closer to him since you were turning left, and the air in the car blew the smell of your perfume over to him. He glanced over at you to make sure you didn’t spill anything since the smell was so strong. It was a smell he had never smelled before, but it was making his body react in an animalistic way.

“Mm, b-baby what did you just put on?”

“Nothing..just my usual perfume.” You smirked, realizing it had such a quick effect on him.

“Can’t be.” He shifted in his seat with his eyes forward. “This perfume is different than your other kind.” His grip on the wheel tightens, and he looks for a place to pull over. His breathing increases heavily as he keeps leaning over to your side of the car to catch a better whiff.

“Hongjoong what are you-?” You say as he quickly whips into an almost empty parking lot, harshly puts the car in park, and unfastens his seatbelt, crawling over to you. His face dove straight into your neck, and he was sniffing you like a wild dog. You reached your hand up to his face as he breathed in your smell.

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll get back to our drive later. I need to get more of you right now.”

Seonghwa

You were sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for your date with Seonghwa. You were almost finished with your routine. Just a few more touch-ups you had to do. You had this perfume that Seonghwa loved when you wore it because it made him find you irresistible. Little did he know, it was a pheromone perfume that was meant to drive him crazy. You had seen it everywhere online and decided you wanted to try it out on him. You picked up your favorite lip gloss and rolled it across your lips. You see Seonghwa walking up to you in the mirror. You smiled softly as you watched him approach you.

“You look amazing darling~.” He said this as he kissed the top of your head, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you baby. I always try to look nice for you.”

"Well, you don’t have to try that hard~ since you always look amazing.” He rests his head on top of yours as he gently wraps his arms around you. You finished getting ready as he cuddled you. Shortly after, you finished your makeup and turned to Seonghwa.

“All done~.”

“Mmm, not yet. You’re forgetting something.” He says this as he gets up off your head to reach for the vile of pheromone perfume on the desk.

“Seonghwa I can’t wear that.”

“Please darling? I wanna put it on you.” He said it with a slight pout as he popped off the cap of the perfume, and you couldn’t help but smile and nod as he seemed so excited to help you out. He dotted the bottle along your collarbone, careful not to put on too much as it would drive him absolutely insane. He placed the cap back on the bottle and set it down. He looked you in the eyes and up and down, taking in the view before him. Leaning down to take a small whiff, the smell of the perfume fills his senses and his head.

“Now I’ll have to fight all the men who try to come after you tonight.” He says with a smirk as he takes your hand and helps you up off the chair to go on your date.

Yunho

You felt bad that every time Yunho would talk about Valorant or Spider-Man, you always had to just nod and smile. The guilt was setting in because you could not really understand what he was saying. The excitement and passion on his face was enough to keep you interested, but the information would never stick because you had no baseline, and then you felt bad when he would ask you, “Oh, remember this thing I told you?” and you couldn’t remember. To make your teaching interesting, you put on a pheromone perfume that you recently bought online. Apparently, the perfume had an effect on men that activated their hormones and made them go crazy over you. Gliding the perfume on your wrist and across your neck, making sure to put it on your sweet spots. You picked up a notebook and pen to be able to take notes to study. You walked over to where Yunho was.

“Yunho I want you to teach me about Valorant.”

“H-huh? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah! I feel bad when I can’t remember the things you tell me, so give me the basics so I can study and be able to remember better.”

“Ah..o-okay. Have a seat.” He said, patting next to him, smiling and looking at you. You walked over and sat down next to him. The breeze from you sitting down went over to Yunho, and a new scent filled his nose. His breath hitched in his throat, and you gave him a confused expression.

“You alright love?”

“I-I don’t know.” He leaned in closer to you and took a deep breath. “Did you get a new perfume?”

“Yeah, I saw it online and wanted to try it.” You admitted it shyly, hiding what the perfume actually did and admiring the way Yunho was acting.

“It- it smells really good. I like it a lot.” He leaned closer to you and breathed in heavily again. Placing a hand on the back of your neck and sticking his nose into the crevice.

“Yunho- what about Valorant?”

“Valorant is the least important thing right now. Give me a few minutes with you instead.”

Yeosang

Trying out the viral pheromone perfume that so many ladies on the internet said worked wonders. After doing dozens of hours of research to find the best one, you placed an order and waited for it to come in the mail. You were busy doing other things at the time it was delivered, so Yeosang brought the package in for you.

“This has your name on it baby.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say as you take the package and smile to yourself.

“What did you order?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Just something I saw on the internet that I wanted. People have been saying it’s really good.” You shyly smile and set the package on your side. Yeosang nods and lets you get back to your work. When he leaves the room, you excitedly open the package and examine the product. You open the box and slide out a little dark blue vial that has a ball-roll cap on the end. You took the cap off and sniffed it. You couldn’t really smell anything, but you thought maybe it would smell different on your skin. You applied it generously to your skin and popped the cap back on. Waiting a few minutes for it to soak in and trying to sniff your wrists. There was a soft vanilla scent; it was quite pleasant, but not like your everyday perfume. You wanted to see how Yeosang reacted to it, since the internet made it seem instantaneous. You walked out of your room and went over to him.

“Did you try your thing out?” He asked as he watched you walk in. You nodded and hummed a “mmhmm”, walking over to him, hoping the smell would permeate over to him quickly.

“What do you think~?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you got.”

“It was a new perfume I wanted to try.” You said this as you held your wrist near his nose. He leaned closer to take a whiff of it and pondered for a moment.

“Did you...put enough on? It doesn’t really smell like anything.”

“I-I think I did..” Your voice trails off, feeling saddened and tricked by the internet yet again.

“I mean, I smell something, but it’s just not that strong.” Yeosang says a little more upbeat cause he could tell you were getting slightly upset. You sniffed your wrist again, and it still smelled the same.

“Maybe I got the wrong kind?”

“Everyone’s skin takes perfumes differently darling. Don’t feel bad.” Yeosang reassured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. You nodded softly and laid your head on his shoulder. He breathed in softly and noticed that something felt different about him. His body was reacting in some way to this new perfume you had on. He tried not to notice what was going on, but as he breathed in more, the scent only got more and more overwhelming for him. He fidgeted in his seat, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“You alright Yeosang?”

“I-I think I understand what this perfume does now.” He quickly said this under his breath before he turned over and placed you down on the couch, diving his nose into your neck to take in more of the scent. "Y-You should wear this more often my sweet."

San

Secretly applying this new pheromone perfume that you bought online in the room next to San’s gaming room. You bought it because you heard it smells really good, and men will find you irresistible. You unexpectedly got a call from one of your friends begging you to meet up for dinner, as you haven’t hung out in forever because of being busy with work. You accepted, seeing as San was busy with gaming. You walked into his room, tapped on his shoulder, and he removed his headphone from one ear to listen to you. You tell him you were going to go out with your friend. He nodded quickly, breathed in, and was immediately stunned by what he was smelling. He excused himself from the game and removed his headset, standing up and touching all over you, pushing himself closer to you.

“Darling, d-did you do something different?”

“No, just the usual.” You smirked to yourself, surprised it had this quick of an effect on him. He pressed his nose into the crevice of your neck, breathing heavily through his nose. “S-Sannie I have to go now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls as he pushes his body even closer to yours and breathes in quicker to gather more of your scent. You bring your hands up to try to push him off of you so that you can get ready to go meet up with your friend.

“San…I-I have to go- my friend-“ Your words are being cut off by San kissing and rubbing his nose along your neck.

“Sorry darling, but you’re not meeting with your friend tonight. I need you here with me instead.”

Mingi

“I got this for you love.” Mingi said as he handed you a small gift bag. You smiled and awed as you were taken aback by his sudden and kind action. Mingi always loved buying you things that he thought you would like. You carefully opened the bag and unrolled the tissue paper that was wrapped around the small, long, rectangular box inside the bag. You examined the box and saw it was a type of roll-on perfume. The label had a bunch of different fruits on the side, so you assumed it had a fruity smell. You smiled and looked at Mingi with loving eyes. He had a flustered look on his face.

“Thank you Mingi! I appreciate it very much.”

"Ah, it’s nothing really…I-I saw that a lot of girls online were buying it and saying how good it was, and my girl always has to have the best.” He was fidgeting with his hands at his sides.

“I love you so much Mingi.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he smiled at your gesture. “I’ll go try it out right now.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and opened the perfume box. You sniffed the cap and couldn’t really smell anything at first. Applying it gently to your skin, you sniffed where you placed it and got a hint of a citrus smell. It was a light scent that you could use in case of an emergency. Setting the tube back on the bathroom counter, you walked back out to the room Mingi was in.

“This smells pretty good Mingi, thank you!” You said with glee as you sat down beside him. As you sat down, the air blew the perfume smell over to him, and he breathed in. The intoxicating smell immediately filled his nostrils and filled his head with thoughts. You saw him tense up as you sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine.” He smiled and shifted in his seat. You dismissed his odd behavior and cuddled up next to him. Mingi kept shifting in his seat and leaning down to smell the perfume on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mingi holted his actions and sighed.

“I have to tell you something….that perfume…it’s a..pheromone perfume.” He stuttered out and couldn’t meet your eyes.

“O-oh…” Your face flushed as it connected why he bought it for you.

“Yeah…and now my brain and body are on fire, and I need to show you how you just made me feel.”

Wooyoung

You had had a small argument with Wooyoung earlier in the day, which resulted in you not talking to each other that much. You both had errands you needed to run, so you went together just to save time. Stupidly, you had forgotten something inside the house and asked if he could run inside quick and get it for you since you were already buckled in the driver’s seat. He silently nodded, let out a small "mhm,” and got out of the car to get your item. You couldn’t handle Wooyoung not talking to you even after you apologized, so you decided to try out this pheromone perfume that one of your friends had given you. You rolled it on your wrists and neck, the spots that make the scent stick the best. You saw Wooyoung coming back in the rear view mirror and quickly placed the perfume back in your bag. He opened the door and handed you the item you had forgotten, leaning close to you to make sure you didn’t have to stretch too far to reach it. You heard him take a sniff through his nose, and he paused for a second.

“Are you wearing that perfume?”

“What are you talking about Youngie?”

“That perfume. I’ve been seeing it all over the internet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just my normal perfume-“ Your words were cut off by Wooyoung diving his face into your neck and placed his hand on the other side. He kissed the side of your face.

“You smell so good baby.” You smirk to yourself, seeing how feral he was acting over your scent. Driving his nose further into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck.

“Are you not mad at me anymore?”

“I couldn’t be mad at you anymore, but our errands are going to have to wait a little longer.”

Jongho

Jongho was planning on going out with the boys today, but you decided to try to see if you could keep him home with you instead. You secretly rolled on the pheromone perfume that you got a while ago that he really seemed to like on you, for obvious reasons. Just before he walked into your room to tell you he was getting ready to go, he made a small knock on your door. You greeted him with a smile, and he smiled right back at you. Walking over towards you to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Alright baby, the boys are waiting for me outside."

"Okie, bye sweetheart. I love you. Have fun!" You tell him as he leans down towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. After the kiss, he makes his way back over to the door of your room, but turns around before fully walking out, looking back at you and softly licking his lips. He walks back over to you again, and you're confused as to why he came back. Leaning down close to you to get another whiff of your scent. He has this huge smile on his face as he leans back up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you mean Jongho?"

"The-the perfume? That I like. The special perfume?" The smile on his face is so contagious, you can't help but smile back at him as well.

"No~." You tease him as you softly laugh at his reaction to it, knowing that you are getting exactly what you want. "Just go have fun with the boys!"

"O-okay yeah, you're right. I'm going now." He says as he slowly walks backwards to the door, still smiling like a fool at you. "Love you!"

"Love you too baby." He reaches for the door handle and goes to pull it shut. Not a moment passes and he opens the door back up.

"Do you wanna watch a movie instead?" Popping his head out from the side of the door.

"What happened with going out with the boys~?" You can't help but laugh at him wanting to stay with you, and it's all thanks to the perfume you put on.

"Y-yeah, I think I'd rather go out with you though babe. Stay in for the night, you know?" He waltzes his way back into your room, coming closer to you and catching another whiff of the perfume.

"I guess I can't say no to you~."

"Oh, I know you can't." His face is pressed into your neck, and you feel the gentle air coming in and out of his nose as he breathes in and out, taking in your scent.

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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...

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Unprofessional Attraction | ONE

♡ pairing - yunho x afab!reader ♡ word count - 13K ♡ series synopsis - There's no such thing as a coincidence, right? CollegeSenior!Reader (22) and linguistics teacher Yunho Jeong (27) indulge in an entanglement of inappropriate gravitation. It's risky and it's wrong, but listening to one's better judgment never leads to anything as intoxicating. When someone threatens this secret relationship with blackmail to expose the truth, things take a turn for the worse. Graduation can't seem to come fast enough. ♡ warnings for this chapter - fluff and explicit content (mdni), slight age gap, teacher/student relationship, other members are featured, pining, some obsessive behavior and manipulation (mainly from reader), drinking alcohol, inebriated driving (big no no frens!) perverted!yunho, bigdick!yunho, sprinkles of praise, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (mention of bc pill tho), porn with plot ♡ A/N - part one is kinda tame, the next two parts will have more explicit scenes. I hope you enjoy, and please look forward to the rest! I haven't posted a fic on tumblr in many years so pls be kind ♡

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Yeosang is too attentive, especially when it comes to his best friend.

That’s why he knows you well enough to call you out when he whispers, “You’re staring again.”

“I’m staring at the whiteboard, pretty sure that’s what you’re supposed to do in class,” you argue, not bothering to even glance at him. It’s quite obvious that your eyes are too busy soaking in things that don’t have to do with phonology.

Your linguistics teacher, Yunho Jeong, is dressed particularly charmingly today. Something about the tight-fitting white polo shirt and chocolate brown slacks he has on this class is too distracting. It doesn’t help that his hair is a little more messy than usual, you wonder if he was running late this morning. Linguistics has nothing to do with your major, however, for your final semester in college, you simply needed a filler class for your last few credits. Yeosang suggested joining him in this class so you could both support each other, but he never factored in the fact that you’d be too distracted by the teacher to do anything of use for him. There weren’t many younger teachers such as Yunho at your university; in fact, you were pretty sure this was only his second semester teaching in general. He was generally a mild-mannered and easygoing teacher, but he was also able to command a room when necessary.

A minute later, Yunho offers everyone a 10-minute break since the last section of his lecture lasted a little longer than he anticipated, and the class immediately breaks out into chatter.

“He’s single, you know,” Yeosang turns towards you and props up his head on his palm, “Or so I’ve heard.”

“Don’t tell me things like that, you’ll make me delusional.”

He doesn’t miss the goofy smile tugging at your lips as you stretch your tired limbs from too much sitting. The lectures for this class were two hours long, but they were only twice a week on Wednesdays and Fridays, so you couldn’t complain too much.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That I might have a chance with him,” you nudge him playfully.

“I’m not sure he’d want to date someone barely passing his own class,” Yeosang quips quickly, subsequently squeezing his eyes shut when you flick his forehead in response.

“Watch your mouth, I am not ‘barely passing’!” You return your eyes to the subject of your conversation, slowly taking in his form, “For the record, I could definitely pull him if I tried to. You think he likes younger women?”

“That is a terrible idea,” your best friend immediately shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Surely I would be guaranteed to pass then though, no?” you offer instead, half-joking.

“You haven’t gotten laid in the last month and this is the first person that comes to your mind to fix that?” Yeosang scoffs incredulously.

“I wouldn’t just be in it for the sex,” you clarify. Your keen eyes watch his every move, from the way that his large hands flex as he thumbs at his phone to the way he purses his lips in curiosity at whatever he’s looking up. Like a lion stalking a gazelle before pouncing. “He’s quite literally perfect. Tall, smart, handsome, financially stable… the whole package. I deserve a man like that, right Yeo?”

You meet Yeosang’s eyes curiously, and he reminds you, “I think you’re forgetting he’s our teacher .”

“We graduate soon,” you whine, “Act now, worry later. I could graduate with a boyfriend already lined up the minute I get handed my degree.”

“You’re playing with fire, ____,” he holds his hands up in surrender. As your best friend, he knows you’re not joking, despite how much you might play it off later. He knows that once you set your mind on something, you generally don’t stop until it’s achieved, “Let’s see you try, though. It’ll be entertaining.”

When class resumes, you listen to the rest of his lecture with renewed cravings and an unusually optimistic disposition Yeosang has never seen you hold for this subject.

From that moment forward, every instance you “stumbled” across your teacher was planned. You figured out which parking lot he parked his car on during the day and bought a proper parking pass for that lot, now alternating between taking the shuttle and your car to the university. Your schedules crossed occasionally on your driving days, and you’d simply offer warm greetings or cheerful send-offs depending on the time of day. Yunho was a man of habit who visited the same campus restaurant nearly every day he worked during lunchtime in between his midday classes. It didn’t take much energy to stop by a couple of days a week and run into Yunho, giving you the ability to strike up a conversation or two when asking for recommendations on what you should order. These instances were simply to put you more on his radar, instead of just being a face in the sea of students in his class.

He seems to be good friends with two other teachers who are also around his age, teachers Seonghwa Park and San Choi. You wonder if getting in their good graces would somehow transfer to your teacher, by word of mouth. Luckily, you have a friend who has Mr. Park for a history seminar. On a Sunday night, you shoot a text to set the stage.

[Y/N: Jongho!!!! It’s been so long since we’ve hung out :(( Can I swing by your class tomorrow and pick you up? Let’s get lunch!]

When 2 PM rolls around on Monday, you make the mistake of trusting the shuttle to come on time. It’s nearly 3 PM when you get to the necessary building, and you’re sure Jongho’s class ended close to half an hour ago. The plan to run across Mr. Park is thrown completely out of the window, you are only worried about Jongho being upset with you. You know he’d never, but still. Being late to something planned ahead of time always upsets you to no end. You curse at yourself over and over every stride down the hall, and it’s good that the hallways are virtually empty or else you’d probably look crazy. Eventually, you make it to your destination.

You’re just about to blindly call out an apology to Jongho but end up stopping dead in your tracks as soon as you enter the door; not only is Mr. Park in the room seated at his desk, but he’s also accompanied by Mr. Choi and Mr. Jeong. They’re huddled together, Yunho leaning against the whiteboard leisurely with a cup of coffee in his hand while intently listening to Seonghwa complain about the registrar’s office fucking up another one of his student’s enrollment for his class.

“There she is,” Jongho sighs this aloud as if his prayers have been answered.

He didn’t know if you were going to still make it and he’s dying of hunger from skipping breakfast. Immediately, all three men’s eyes turn towards the entrance. You pray to God that your face isn’t flushed with how hot you feel being the fixation of so many eyes. Or maybe it’s more so how handsome the men are that those eyes are coming from. This surely isn’t the time to have such a weakness for a strapping man in a button-up and crisp slacks.

“Hello, ____,” Yunho is the first of the three to speak. Subsequently, San amiably nods toward you in acknowledgment.

“Good afternoon all,” you greet everyone, bashfully adding, “I’m so sorry for interrupting.”

“Not interrupting at all,” Seonghwa waves his hands, dispelling those fears, “We were curious why Jongho was sticking back so late. He assured us a friend was coming to get him and we just chose not to leave him.”

Well, this is embarrassing. You nod hastily and glance toward Jongho, who is practically skipping down the lecture hall’s steps. Yunho wants to crack a joke about seeing you everywhere, about how you both must be magnets or something else silly, but he decides to keep that to himself. He doesn’t want it to seem like he’s keeping track of course, even if he is.

Instead, he affirms to the other men, “This is a student of mine.”

Admittedly, your ears had tuned every other word out except “mine”, and you nodded a little too enthusiastically. You haven’t been this discomposed in a long time, too bashful to look any of them in the eyes, and you pray it’s not showing too much elsewhere. Jongho’s friendly hand landing on your shoulder grounds you.

“You ready?”

“Absolutely,” you puff out.

“Don’t cause too much trouble for her, Jongho,” Seonghwa pokes a bit of fun at one of his top students, who replies by waving him away and scoffing. They seem to be relaxed with each other— this is something you desire to achieve with Yunho soon. You snatch up your friend’s hand and finally move to leave for lunch, if it could even be considered that now with how late it is.

“See you Wednesday, Mr. Jeong,” you look back and shoot him a wave, accompanied by a charming smile. He nods back, offering you his own as well.

Unbeknownst to you, San’s eyes follow you out the door with Jongho, especially surveying the plush of your thighs rubbing together as you walk. Such as yourself, skirts are surely a weakness of his.

“She’s a senior, right?” he murmurs, half-jokingly.

“Stop it,” Yunho promptly elbows San in the arm, earning a stifled laugh from Seonghwa.

Yunho has heard stories about San’s slight affinity with the pretty college women when he goes out to bars on the weekends. Nobody from his own classes, of course. Needless to say, Yunho would not let him even think about you that way. No way in hell.

“I was just asking, Jesus.”

Seonghwa stretches his limbs from his chair, “It’s never ‘just asking’ with you.”

“You buy a table of women drinks one time and your friends never let you hear the end of it,” he groans with a roll of his eyes, “God you guys are the worst.”

“Yeah, sure, that’s what it is,” Seonghwa concedes sarcastically.

“Just don’t make any unannounced visits to my classroom anytime soon, you buffoon,” Yunho chastises him while pressing his cup to his lips, “And I’m serious.”

“You got that,” San yields, “Wouldn’t wanna be a cock-block.”

Yunho nearly spits his coffee, “I beg your pardon?”

San nearly doubles over in laughter and, to Yunho’s surprise, Seonghwa has joined in. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the look they’re sharing and it makes the back of his neck burn with heat. Yunho doesn’t know why he’s so embarrassed but he steers the conversation away from discussing you any further. He ignores the feeling of indignation and possessiveness pooling in the pit of his stomach.

It doesn’t take long for you to decide you’ve done what needed to be done outside of the classroom; the cherry on top now was simply to get him alone more privately.

You didn’t have to try very hard for this to happen; your work on your paper outline was already sub-par at best. You did fairly well on the quizzes and packets he passed out once a week, but that final paper preparation was surely going to be a challenge. When you find enough courage in yourself to email him about seeing him during his office hours for extra academic help on formatting your paper and choosing a more concise topic, he replies quickly and enthusiastically. According to your syllabus, the topic should relate to what you’re studying for your degree, but the real meat and potatoes of the paper should incorporate an aspect of linguistics in relation to your career path. Yunho understands how something like this can be difficult to tackle, so he assures you not to worry and that you both will work on perfecting it in no time.

“Mr. Jeong, do you mind if I text you instead? It’s more convenient for me than to email,” you end up asking him at the end of class on a Friday.

Yunho doesn’t mind this and he says so; he's put his phone number on the syllabus for situations like this. Moreover, he doesn’t think anything of it when he receives a text from you the morning of your first session telling him good morning and saying that you’re excited to finally get some guidance. You follow up by asking how he likes his coffee, and if he prefers muffins or donuts. Even after this indicator, he’s still surprised that you show up at his office right on time at 10 AM on Monday with two fresh cups of coffee and a couple of things from the campus bakery.

His office is fairly small, but not enough to feel uncomfortable. He’s decorated it to his liking though to make it feel a little more homely on the days he has to stay late for one reason or another. He watches you marvel at his space before you set down everything in your hands and relieve yourself of your backpack.

“Good morning!”

“Good morning ____, welcome in,” Yunho smiles. “You’re very punctual.”

“Of course, I meant what I said about being excited,” you tell him honestly, settling into the seat in front of his desk, “The right one is yours, by the way.”

Yunho timidly thanks you before sliding it closer to himself. He’s never had a student do something for him like this, then again he hasn’t been teaching that long to begin with. Regardless, he appreciates it and the gesture goes straight to his heart. He takes a sip to emphasize this.

“I’m all ready when you are,” you proclaim, clasping your hands together.

With that, he begins to look through his folders for your class number and finds the topic idea and outlines you’ve submitted previously. He doesn’t even have to look for your name specifically, you always tend to write his name and your class section in a particular way on the top of your work that is very appealing and oddly unique.

“You have really pretty handwriting,” Yunho murmurs out absentmindedly when he finds it. When he lifts his head to see your intrigued eyes gazing back at him, he clears his throat and adds, “Mine looks like chicken scratch so I’m always fascinated by others.”

“As long as it’s legible, that’s all that matters,” you hum with a smile, “And I can read yours just fine, so you’re fine.”

Yunho’s not sure why that mild compliment, something that should probably be insignificant, steals his words from him for a moment. Instead, he offers a hum in place of thanks while quickly taking another sip of his coffee. He glances at his notes before speaking again.

“Okay, so when I reviewed your work, it seems like you generally have a solid topic,” he begins, “It’s definitely something that can be a bit more concise, but it’s fine. The problem is that you’re trying to incorporate too much into the paper as a whole.”

You nod in understanding, so he takes a sip of coffee and continues.

“That’s good and bad, for a couple of reasons. It’s good that you’re being ambitious and trying to give lots of information. This shows me that you’re planning on doing a lot of research and you’re going to be very knowledgeable about your topic,” Yunho cocks his head, “If you set yourself up like this, though, your paper will end up being over twenty pages easily. And we both don’t want that, right?”

He gives you a knowing look, and you can’t help the candid snort you let out at his frankness, “Definitely not, oh God. I’m so sorry.”

“Precisely. So, let’s work on cutting some of these sections out and conjoining some of these bullet points in others. Sound good?” He holds out his hand with a grin as if to make it a deal, and you grant him a firm shake.

After a considerable amount of time figuring out which parts of your paper to chop without losing the vision, Yunho feels his limbs tighten from sitting too long. He’s been in this chair since 9 AM, so he asks, “Can we take a quick break? I need to stretch a bit.”

“Of course!”

When he stands to full height and stretches his arms, your eyes inconspicuously survey the way the edge of the desk lines up right with his pelvis. Perfect height for extracurricular activities… You wonder if he’s the type of guy to be open to something like that, fucking his lover in his office. Surely this thing is sturdy enough to withstand it, you muse. The thought of him bending you over the desk just to prove how sturdy it is makes you rub your thighs together. You decide to chug the rest of your now-cold coffee to get your brain back on track. Yunho collapses back into his office chair gently and lets you know he’s ready to resume. The rest of the time is spent setting up a list of some things you could tweak when you go home on your own and prepare for him to view in a couple of days.

On Wednesday, for your second meeting, you both convene at his office directly after your class with him in the afternoon. You smell especially good today, a mix of jasmine, vanilla, and something else he can’t put his tongue on… but it’s got Yunho’s head a bit foggy. Still, the meeting is engaging and brimming with useful help just as the last. Leaning back in his chair, he takes a brief moment to review a printout of what you’ve implemented into your outline from your last meeting discussions. It’s definitely already an improvement, but there are still a few things that could be tweaked in terms of sectioning. He grabs his favorite pen and lays your papers out in front of you, leaning forward to mark things you should be mindful of. A circle here, a quick jotted note there—his soothing voice explains each eagerly, and you can tell just how much he loves this subject by his enthusiasm. You reply to all of his criticism and suggestions with just as much enthusiasm. Yunho finds himself leaning in a little closer than might be suitable for the circumstances, but his brain is still ensnared by your perfume. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, truthfully, but it doesn’t bother you a bit. In fact, you’re a little too enamored with watching his large hands grip his pen and flex while writing to notice he’s calling your name.

“____?” he calls for a second time, to which you finally meet his gaze while blinking bashfully. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry, I think I spaced out for a second,” you answer honestly. He is absolutely too close to you right now and the way you can see the details in his eyes is making your brain short-circuit. He finally sits back in his chair and chuckles warmly.

“We have been working for quite a while today, I’m sure it’s a lot of information. Maybe we should wrap up for the day and meet again next week? I’m a bit tied up on Friday,” he ponders. You can’t help the hint of disappointment that makes its way onto your face, and he notices. There’s this unusual feeling in his chest right now; why does he feel regret for his stupid schedule? He leans forward on his elbows and cocks his head, “You’re doing very well, you know that? We’ve made a lot of progress after only a couple of meetings. I’m very excited to see how this comes together at the end of the semester.”

“I’m very self-conscious about my writing, so I appreciate that, Mr. Jeong,” you confess with a sheepish smile.

“You have nothing to be stressed about, I love what I’ve seen so far,” he continues his praise, “And I’m very happy you’re in my class, ____.”

The smile he gives you after such a statement manifests dozens of butterflies in your stomach, and you can’t help but match it. These one-on-one sessions go on 2-3 days a week for about two more weeks, loosening him up to you. He successfully becomes much more casual and unfiltered in your presence before you decide to up the ante. The following Tuesday of the next week, you remain on campus fairly late after classes end for the day, seated on a bench near the parking lot you both share. It’s warm outside even with the sun gradually setting, and you spend the time mentally rehearsing exactly what you planned on saying when he arrives to leave for home. He should be here any minute now–

“_____?”

You spin around at the familiar voice calling out your name. It’s him, of course, coming from the staff meeting you found out was being held this evening. Finally , you think. He stops just short of where you’re perched on the bench.

“Oh, hello Mr. Jeong.”

“What are you doing out here so late?” He inquires quickly, and there’s a tinge of concern laced in his voice. However, he realizes that asking this might be out of the realm of things he should know, you’re a grown woman after all. So, he follows up with an excuse, “It’s getting pretty dark out.”

“It’s a bit embarrassing,” you mutter, glancing away from his gaze.

Yunho can’t deny, he’s a bit mesmerized by the way you look tonight. He’s never seen you with your make-up done up like this, or your hair styled so charmingly. When you glance back at him again with those long, fluttering lashes of yours, he feels the back of his neck turn hot.

“You can tell me anything, you already know,” he reminds you, “I won’t judge and I’m always available to listen.”

“Well… I have a reservation for dinner with someone at six… but it seems they stood me up,” you reveal while mindlessly fiddling with a frayed string on the skirt of your dress. Yunho glances down at his watch: it’s 5:48 PM. “They were supposed to pick me up a while ago. I was trying to hold out some hope, but… I’m just being stupid.”

Yunho furrows his brows; why would someone stand a girl like you up? You’re beautiful and exceptionally smart (despite any kind of trouble you may have had with your paper). You’re also one of the sweetest people he’s ever crossed paths with in life. Many of those paths having been crossed within the last month, of course. Still, he can’t fathom it.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, ____,” he tells you truthfully. Then, he thinks about how your car isn’t here, and how the shuttle won’t be around until 6:30 PM. He’s slightly apprehensive before offering, “Do you want a ride home?”

You give him a winsome smile that pierces into his heart with an invisible arrow, “You don’t have to do that. I appreciate the offer though.”

“No, really, I don’t mind at all,” he says with more confidence. The idea of him being your knight in shining armor, buried deep in the back of his head, is shouting at him. That’s when you decide it’s time to take your shot, for better or worse.

“Well, in that case, would you like to accompany me to the restaurant instead?” you inquire, glancing up at him curiously. “I already paid for the spot, so I wouldn’t want the reservation to go to waste.”

Normally, you’d follow up a statement like that with a: “But it’s okay if not.”

Not tonight.

You didn’t want to give him an out to this proposal willingly. You can see the mild indecisiveness in his face anyway, all the way down to how Yunho’s hand tightens around the handle of his briefcase. You did get all dolled up for whoever you were supposed to be spending the evening with, and he’ll feel awfully bad letting you go back home to take it all off for no reason. It’s just a dinner, he tells himself.

“Sure,” Yunho finally says in an exhale, “Let me pull around my car.”

While he walks off into the parking lot towards his car, you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the dishonest smile that’s threatening to spread across your face. Was it all a bald-faced lie? Of course it was! But, sometimes it takes some white lies to get to what you want, and what you wanted was no longer that far out of reach if tonight was anything to go by.

When he finally pulls around to pick you up, you allow yourself to slip into the mode you usually go to on dates. It doesn’t hurt to pretend tonight, it’s like manifesting your reality. You thrum your fingers against your bare thighs, to no particular beat, while staring out of the car window at other passing cars during your brief trip on the highway.

“Is this a restaurant you’ve been to before? It looked really nice online,” Yunho eventually says into the silence, trying to make small talk. He had briefly skimmed the reviews while plugging the address in on his phone.

“I haven’t, actually,” you divulge, going further, “I’m a bit of a foodie, you know? I like to try new places occasionally.”

That conversation flows smoothly for the rest of the drive, and even smoother when you both are seated and eating dinner in a booth towards the back of the restaurant. It’s nice to see him in a more relaxed setting.

“Thank you for joining me tonight, Mr. Jeong.” You offer him some well-deserved gratitude as you wipe your mouth, signaling the end of your eating. “Makes things a lot less embarrassing tonight for sure.”

“No need to thank me, I enjoyed your company,” he smiles. He doesn’t even hesitate this time before adding, “That bastard doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

The bubbly laugh and adorable smile you grant him the experience of witnessing enraptures him, the tips of his ears burning at the thought of how he wants to be able to produce that from you again and again. Yunho hasn’t been on a date in a while, so he’s sure this feeling is just because he’s attention-deprived. Still, it’s something he notes mentally. And, even though some might consider it inappropriate, you and your teacher both began having dinner occasionally, just like that. Platonically, of course.

“We can go over my questions for my paper topic here rather than in that cramped office of yours, you know?”

Surprisingly when you proposed this, he showed little resistance to the idea. Yunho enjoyed getting out of the house for the evenings he usually spent alone with a few beers and a Netflix series. He enjoyed having a pretty girl keep him company even more. He reminds himself every time he picks you up, though, that this is simply work and nothing more. Just some overtime—helping a student who enjoyed his class get better at the material. It’s not meant to be enjoyable.

But after the first few times of these “informational paper related” meetings, conversations involving anything to do with linguistics slowly molded into Yunho placing a nimble finger to his lips to say a silent shhh, followed by, “Let’s not talk about schoolwork tonight, okay?”

That moment, when you noticed that slight shift in Yunho’s energy, the atmosphere from there turned more informal. You become more conscious of those important invisible lines between student and teacher— or even more teacher and friend— that have begun to blur significantly. “Good evening Mr. Jeong,” became, “Le’me taste your food, Yunho?”

To which he never declines, naturally.

Tonight, on the 5th dinner, the climate between you both plows further into the downward spiral of informality, warm and fairly flirtatious. At least, that’s what you surmise by the way he keeps openly teasing you this evening. It’s all innocuous banter, but that doesn’t quell the adoration you hold for him in the pit of your stomach. It’s enough to make your thighs clench together underneath the table. You finally decide to shamelessly reciprocate, teasing him about the way his hair is going every which way tonight. You emphasize how the style is still very handsome despite him looking like he’s been through hell and back.

“I was having a pretty bad day today until I remembered where I was going tonight actually,” Yunho divulges, pushing the wrinkly sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He truly has been through hell and back today, between snooty older teachers and idiot freshmen both treating him like he’s a student just because of his age, “These kinds of nights with you always make my day, so it’s been saved.”

A playful smile tugs at your lips as you cock your head, “Is it the food or is it the company?”

He leans forward on his forearms with a prepossessing smile, one that makes your heart thump loudly in your ears.

“Both, of course,” he teases again, “I suppose the food is just a bonus, though.”

He takes notice of the way your cheeks are dusted in pink as you shyly avert your eyes and locks that innocent image into a deep chamber of his mind along with all the others. He practically has a photo album saved mentally. It’s not too long until the food comes, and things become all about eating. A fair amount of time into your dinner, you decide to add a new element to your dynamic.

“Do you mind if I drink a little tonight?” you inquire quietly while your eyes skim the wine menu briefly. Not like you were going to care about his answer, but it was simply fun to ask. He chuckles.

“You’re an adult,” he points out instead. You smile to yourself before meeting his eyes from behind the menu. There’s something especially curious tonight behind those dark irises of his. The unfamiliar stare he gives you from behind his bangs is accompanied by a subtle smirk that makes your stomach tie into tight knots.

You turn away your eyes until you’re able to catch the attention of your waiter once more. In the process of requesting a glass of some Cabernet Sauvignon, you hesitate before saying the name of which brand because of the price tag for one glass, but most risks are pricey and tonight you felt like splurging for the reward in return: releasing your inhibitions. The waiter turns towards Yunho to confirm if he’d like to add anything before he leaves.

“Bring a bottle of that instead, please. We’ll share,” he requests alternatively. It takes all of your strength not to look at him like he’s crazy as the waiter nods and heads off to fetch it.

“It’s on me tonight,” Yunho beats you to the punch on declaring anything about his decisions.

“You don’t even know the price of it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he quips back with a chuckle, “Are you suggesting I can’t afford it?”

“Yunho…”

“Don’t even give me that, ____.”

The way he blithely says your first name with a different warmth now always causes your heart to swell in your chest. All formality is truly gone between you two. You both share matching smiles in place of any further words about the matter.

When the waiter returns briefly with a freshly opened bottle of wine and two glasses, you both offer him words of gratitude before he slips away once more. Yunho wastes no time pouring you both a proper amount, sighing contently when finished. You lift your glass towards him and grin once more, “Cheers?”

“Cheers.”

Yunho surely got his money’s worth, because the bottle is gone between you both quickly, signaling the end of your dinner as well. You don’t feel the few glasses fully set in until Yunho is helping you out of the booth, your legs feeling akin to a newborn baby deer as you bashfully stumble into his arms. You suppose your food wasn’t as carb-heavy as usual tonight. You’re not drunk, but surely you’re not sober either. He doesn’t mind holding you steady on the way out of the restaurant, a guiding hand timidly pressed to the small of your back.

As much as you despise the thought of driving under the influence, it’s pouring an insane amount of rain upon exit of the restaurant and Yunho insists he’s fine enough to drive. The dilemma that arises is how your place is further than he has confidence in making it to in this storm while inebriated. You know just as well as he does that there’s no way he’s driving you home tonight.

“I have a spare bedroom,” he begins, and glances over at you, hoping you understand what he means because he’s not sober enough to come up with the words to ask you otherwise. The pouring water is making it hard for him to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t miss the feigning look of indecision in your eyes. He tries to ignore the way the rain has soaked through your dress enough to make it plaster your body. It accentuates every contour of your figure, from the rounds of your breasts down to your supple thighs. When the boom of thunder somewhere far off fills the silence after his proposal faster than you do, he panics slightly.

“I can get you an Uber if—”

“You already paid for an expensive bottle tonight, don’t waste more money on an Uber,” you grasp onto his arm fondly, sopping breasts squished into his bicep. Your lips curl into a soft smile at his attempt at chivalry though, “I’ll be fine. Let’s hurry though, okay? I’m cold.”

That statement is followed by a sharp shiver running down your back, and that’s enough for him to drag you along with him to his car with quick, but careful, steps.

Surprisingly, Yunho lives in a townhouse. You’re very thankful not to have to walk up the stairs of a condo. He thanks God there’s an empty parking space in front of his house, he hates when the tiny lot fills up before he gets home. You both prepare yourselves before rushing out of the car and to his front door.

Your hazy eyes train themselves on his pretty, slender fingers fiddling with the doorknob before he finally gets it open. Those same fingers grab your hand and pull you through his front door with him mindlessly. Another chill immediately runs down your spine at the cool AC blasting through his home, which he immediately runs off to turn down.

“Both bedrooms have bathrooms with showers,” Yunho sputters while quickly heading off to find you a towel and some spare clothes for which you could sleep in.

While you’re still peeling your drenched shoes and socks off, he settles on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants since it’s still a bit chilly in the house. You try not to track too much water through his home while you journey through his living room and meet him halfway.

“I’ll shower in the guest room,” you tell him, taking the items.

He runs an anxious hand through the wet hair sticking to his forehead, “I can also dry your clothes if you leave them on the bed.”

“Fuck, that’s great,” you sigh with a smile, stepping past him but cocking your head back to add, “Wait about five minutes before you come grab them, I should be in the shower by then.”

Just as you requested, Yunho comes into the room a little over five minutes later when he hears the shower running. His eyes confirm that the bathroom door is closed for your privacy before grabbing your wet clothes and retreating to his laundry room down the hall. He chucks them all in his dryer and runs it on medium heat and maximum dryness. While that’s running, he busies himself with running to his bedroom and speedrunning his shower to ensure he’s out before you. He’s a man on a mission, pulling on clothes and towel-drying his hair before rushing to the laundry room to get your clothes.

Yunho pulls your garments from the dryer one by one, making sure there’s nothing left wet. He stops when he pulls something out that catches his eyes. Your underwear. He’s quite enticed by them, even if they were pastel pink with turtles... Hot, he thinks sarcastically. Yunho eyes the crotch curiously and remembers that technically he didn’t wash your clothes at all. It’s been a while since he’s had a girl over his home and that, on top of the thought of even holding your underwear, is taking a small toll on him. He gives in and puts them to his nose, breathing in deeply.

Oh God … Even after they've been soaked in rain, your scent is still heavy on the fabric. He groans, why did you have to smell so fucking good? He remembers that you are quite literally right down the hall while he's here sniffing your underwear like a pervert. It’s your fault, right? Yeah, it’s your fault for trusting him with such a sensitive piece of clothing by himself. It’s your fault for smelling so good and looking so pretty and—

He gives up on rationalizing it and presses the clothing fully onto his face again, inhaling heavily and feeling himself grow harder and harder by the second. His arousal grows worse and worse, precum dampening his underwear with every deep inhale and fluttering thought of what you probably taste like… He finds his hand mindlessly palming himself, and luckily his groans are muffled by the underwear bunched up in his face. That’s when he hears the water shut off.

Yunho whispers a handful of obscenities as he hurries to the room to place your dried clothes on the bed while you’re still in the bathroom, closing the door behind him softly. He’s long gone by the time you step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Normally, you’d stay in the shower until your fingertips are pruney, but you suppose being a good guest includes not using up all of his hot water. There were more pressing things to attend to anyway, like the tall attractive man patiently awaiting your presence outside of this room. So, when you tug on your now dry panties and his previously provided clothing, you quickly make your way out of the room and to the living room. You’re not exactly sure what you expected upon seeing him, but he’s indeed still exceptionally handsome freshly out of the shower. Those same curious eyes gaze at you behind his shaggy bangs, still in the process of drying. Clad in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, his biceps and strong thighs are fully on display as he lounges on the couch. The way his long legs are man-spread now that he’s comfortable in his own abode makes you swallow a little harder than usual. Still, you meander over and sit on the other side of the couch, not too far away.

“Your place is very nice,” you state absentmindedly, glancing around at the walls of his home. “Very fit for a bachelor.”

Without you noticing, Yunho’s eyes skillfully study the way you’re so casually in his clothing. You’re too busy glancing around at unnecessary things anyway; he wonders if you’re rambling about his decor because you’re nervous. He’s nervous too, but not for the right reasons. Regardless, seeing you in his clothing is taking an additional toll on his mental health. How did you both end up in this situation together… This is wrong, he thinks. He shakes his head to try and clear those corrupted thoughts from his mind. It isn’t until you realize he hasn’t replied to anything in a couple of minutes of you jabbering that you finally peer over at him. His eyes are trained on the short distance between the both of you, mindlessly chewing on the nail of his thumb.

“You okay?” you ask, finally catching his attention.

He nods hastily, “Definitely. Sorry, it’s been a long day. Mind is on empty.”

“You’re fine, no worries.”

It’s uncomfortably quiet for a moment as you both exchange stares. You’re seconds away from breaking the silence before Yunho steals the chance.

“I’m sure you’re tired, so we can head to bed,” he suddenly exhales, hands clasping his thighs, “The guest room is all yours for as long as you need it.”

You take the chance and lean forward toward him on your palms at this statement, slightly sinking into the couch while you gaze at him, “Is that what you really want, Yunho?”

There’s now an even longer moment of silence where you both stare each other in the eyes again and the room is unbearably quiet. Yunho finally breaks it after his Adam’s apple bobs uneasily.

“Of course,” he awkwardly chuckles with furrowed brows, “What do you mean, ____?”

Your heart deflates. For a second, you wonder if maybe you’ve been reading his body language incorrectly the entire night. There’s a flare of embarrassment that ignites on your cheeks as you immediately retract yourself.

“I suck at making jokes,” you match his chuckle nervously, “Don’t mind me.” He cocks his head at you curiously and you stand to your feet before he can catch the way your face is lighting on fire with every passing second. You avoid looking at him as you begin striding back to the guest room, “Goodnight Yunho, see you in the morning!”

Yunho is left alone to his own devices once he hears the sound of the door to the guest room closing down the hall. Sitting alone on a large bed in your teacher’s home feels surreal, and all too disappointing the same. You press your palms to your eyes to try and settle the embarrassment that keeps washing over you every time you think back to your impromptu attempt at making an advance toward him. God this fucking sucks…

After a few minutes of setting up some alarms on your phone for the next morning, you decide you need to go get some water and wash away tonight from your mind forever. Yunho Jeong doesn’t like you more than a friend, it’s time to accept your fate and that you failed at attracting him. To be fair, it all was a shot in the dark to begin with. You try not to be too hard on yourself and hope that he’s already in his room by now.

But, if that’s all truly the case, then why is Yunho standing in front of the guest room door when you open it? His arm is positioned as if he was about to knock. Yunho had been standing there for quite some minutes, debating his next actions in his head, overthinking as usual. Though, could it be considered overthinking if the consequences of his actions could lead to delinquency? Had you not opened the door to go get water, albeit unknowingly, he probably would’ve psyched himself out.

“Oh– Did you need something?” you mumble and look up inquisitively at him. His mouth lingers open for a few seconds before he learns how to speak again.

“Can we talk?”

“Of course.” You can’t help the hint of confusion gracing your face as you step aside and allow him inside the room, “Is everything okay?”

When you close the door and face him, he looks distraught. Everything was indeed not okay.

“Are you still drunk?” He asks first.

“I don’t really think I was ever drunk,” you tell him, “But no.”

“Neither am I.”

At first, it doesn’t click about why he’s confirming this. You also don’t notice the way he gradually takes tentative steps forward—or the way you’re equally taking steps back—until your back hits the bedroom door. He’s so close that you can smell the minty mouthwash still fresh on his breath unfurling over your face. Still, he looks hesitant about his actions.

“I’m sorry, I was just… nervous before,” he swallows. He watches your face shift from confusion to realization; he’s referring to his response when you shot your shot. You relax against the door.

“About?” Is all you can ask in a soft voice, left hand daringly reaching up and cupping his cheek.

“About drunken words,” he continues, his voice just above a whisper. You can see the stutter of his heart against his chest. “And my feelings.”

Your thumb brushes his bottom lip, “What are you feeling, Yunho?”

In a moment of fleeting courage, he gently grabs your right hand and leads it to settle below his groin, pressing it against him a bit for good measure.

“What does it feel like I’m feeling to you?”

Your cheeks heat up at the feeling of him in your palm; you didn’t expect him to be so forward about it out of nowhere. The overall anticipation of the situation is killing you, even though everything feels like it’s moving too slowly and too fast all at the same time. All of your effort was leading to this point and yet, somehow, you still don’t feel nearly as prepared as you thought you were to finally fuck him, to finally fuck your teacher. That doesn’t stop your cunt from clenching around nothing at all at his words alone, because this is definitely what you’ve wanted so badly for weeks.

You try to swallow even though your throat feels parched, mindlessly whispering, “Oh my God…”

Then, you give him an experimental squeeze which has his eyelids fluttering closed, and a deep grunt leaving his flared nostrils.

“Fuck …” he groans. It’s too natural, the way you subconsciously run your hand up and down the bulge, feeling it harden even further. Yunho is at his wit's end. “I need you to tell me exactly what you want ____,” he reminds you.

You get it, he’s covering his bases because of his relation to you outside of this bedroom. Consent is sexy regardless, so you grant that to him.

“I really, really want you to fuck me Yunho,” you purr as your hands creep up his chest until you can wrap your arms around his neck, “And I think you want the same, right?”

Yunho’s hands sneak under the t-shirt on you and he massages the flesh of your sides, fingertips ghosting up your skin until they reach your breasts. His thumbs brushing against your hard nipples involuntarily make you whimper his name, and this is all Yunho needs to hear to proceed without such caution. The moment he leans down and smashes his lips to yours, time stops.

It’s nasty, the way your tongues are dragging against each other, spreading trails of saliva everywhere.

It’s nasty, the way he can’t help but drag that same tongue down your neck, sullying your freshly washed skin with spit.

It’s even nastier, the way he moans out your name, shamelessly grinding his clothed boner into your crotch, searching for friction because he’s touch-starved.

“A-Ah—wait! Bed, please,” you let out a broken moan at the way he sucks and bites on your neck. Yunho grunts in agreement, spinning you around and forcefully guiding you back until you both reach the bed. You can’t help but giggle when you fall back on the mattress— he’s so hungry for it, for you. And you’re more than ready to give it to him.

“Can I take them off?” He still asks like a gentleman, though his fingers are impatiently already tugging at the bottom of your sweatpants. You nod with fervor.

The moment he tosses them away, the situation begins to feel a bit more real to you both. Maybe it’s because you’re sopping wet and semi-exposed, and he’s not, so you become bashful and self-conscious.

“Take yours off too?”

Yunho doesn’t hesitate to oblige you. He peels off his shirt and shoves his shorts away easily. There’s a brief second where he hesitates before also pulling his boxer briefs down and finally fully exposing himself to you in all his nude glory. Yunho hasn’t slept with a woman in a while, but he’s never had complaints about anything, and especially not his size. He can tell by how your eyes are drinking him in, that you won’t have any either.

“You’re so handsome, you know that?” you murmur, eyes hazy as they rake over him from his broad chest to his defined abs, then his defined hips to his heavy cock. There’s a cute hue of pink dusting his cheeks at the compliment.

Yunho doesn’t give you a chance to stare at him very much longer before he’s finally ridding you of your shirt, lips meeting yours again the moment it’s tossed. It’s not long before that naughty mouth of his indulges in your breasts, licking and sucking on your hardened nipples like they’re the only thing that will keep him grounded to earth. You’re a moaning mess underneath of him, hands carding through his tresses and lips struggling with telling him how much you love his mouth. He could suck on your beautiful breasts all day but there are more pressing matters at this time.

His eyes never leave yours as he kisses all the way down the expanse of your stomach to the waistband of your panties. Only then does he close his eyes to bury his face in your clothed cunt and take a deep breath, filling his lungs until they feel like they're about to burst. He’s so content that now he can do it knowing the real thing is right underneath. It gets him hard all the same as the laundry room. You watch him grind himself into the mattress for some relief just at the smell of you.

“I’ve never done something like this before,” he divulges, pressing heated kisses into the skin of your sensitive thighs.

“What, eating pussy?” you tease to ease his nerves. He stares pointedly at you from behind your mound.

“You know what I mean.”

Your hand reaches down to find a comforting purchase in his hair, “Neither have I, Yu.”

Yunho can feel himself falling apart faster and faster, and the nickname is not helping him keep it together at all. He hooks his fingers in your panties and gently tugs them down your legs, joining the rest of the discarded clothing on the floor. Your cheeks tingle with heat when his hands spread your legs wider, eyes seemingly mesmerized.

“Such a pretty pussy…” he whispers, marveling at the way your sticky lips tremble when you clench around nothing.

He solves that by pushing in two of those pretty fingers of his, all the way down to the last knuckles. The desperate moan that flies from your lips sends him into a depraved headspace. He immediately latches his mouth onto your throbbing clit and sets to work, thrusting into your squelching squeezing heat and sucking to his heart’s content. Yunho loves eating pussy, truly. There’s something truly cathartic to him about holding a woman’s legs down while she twitches and grinds against his face as he’s slurping up every bit of essence that seeps from her greedy hole. He even removes his fingers and opts for lapping at your heat like a starved man instead. Up and down, left and right… His tongue leaves no inch of your heat untouched. He loves the feeling of your slick coating his face when he pushes his tongue as deep as he can into your hole. He feels your hands yank him by his hair before he can even get to the fun part. He gazes up at you in confusion, mouth messy and eyes indubitably pussy-drunk.

“Please,” you beg, chest heaving, “I want you inside.”

Yunho licks his lips clean before crawling back up your body to fulfill your request. You’re right honestly, there’s only so much grinding he can do into the mattress to ease the ache of his hard cock. He leans over to grab a condom from the nightstand but you pull him back over, mumbling about how you’re on the pill and that it’s fine.

He’s so big, the way he’s engulfing your whole body with you caged between his arms like this. Gazing into your eyes, he drags the blunt tip of his cock back and forth through your dripping folds, occasionally pressing it hard against that clit that he’s taken such a liking to sucking on.

“Hey,” you mumble against his lips, catching the full attention of his blown-out irises. “I can tell you’re nervous. Just relax and lose control, for me. Okay?”

Yunho’s last rope of restraint snaps.

The moment you feel his tip finally breach your entrance, you squeeze your eyes shut and mewl at the feeling of his thick cock sliding into its rightful place. Yes, obviously he’s meant just for your cunt, because you fit like a glove when you're swallowing him in so badly the deeper he pushes. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt, despite your squirming and twitching underneath him at the feeling of being so full.

“I’m about to move,” he pants, adjusting to the feeling of your warm walls squeezing his cock, “Holy fuck.”

When you nod, he finally lets go of his inhibitions. He begins to roll his hips at a nice steady pace, large hands clasped to the backs of your thighs as he pushes them towards your torso. His mouth hangs open in ecstasy and his eyelids lower lazily at the way your walls suck in his cock so tightly and squeeze it like they’re begging to be filled to the brim. You reach up and latch onto his arms to ground yourself, head dizzy and overwhelmed at the feeling of him starting to snap his hips just a little faster now that you’re stretched out a bit more to accommodate him.

“Yunho, fuck, you’re so big,” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. Yunho grinds his pelvis into you at this remark, rubbing against your clit with his happy trail.

“And you’re taking me so well,” Yunho praises with a lopsided grin, “Feels good?”

“So fucking good.”

Yunho pushes your legs back even further as he leans in to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. You’re so pretty with those glassy eyes and those flushed cheeks of yours, but there’s something about that that quivering bottom lip that makes him want to suck every sound from you himself. He finds himself bucking faster and faster, unable to maintain any kind of self-control.

He breaks away to catch his breath, eyes lazy as he groans, “Let me hear you. This is what you wanted, yeah?”

“Mhm, yes, yes,” you whine desperately, “I wanted it so bad. Wanted you so bad.”

You grant him a flurry of shameless bitten-off moans, egging him on further and further. Yunho buries his face into the crook of your neck, making your skin damp between his own warm gasps and grunting obscenities. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this aroused before; yes, he’s so painfully hard at the fleeting thoughts of how inappropriate everything is. He’s your linguistics teacher—he’s not supposed to be teaching your cunt how to mold to the shape of his cock. He’s not supposed to be massaging your clit and babbling nonsense about how he’s going to lick your pussy clean when you cum. How can he say that to a student? However, his eyes roll back at that thought.

“I’m going crazy,” he groans into your skin, mindlessly speaking his thoughts aloud. “I’m so close.”

You’d say the same if you could, but your mouth can’t form proper words with the way his long fingers are rubbing quick messy circles around your clit. Instead, you put your mouth on the shell of his ear and say his name in a filthy mewl. Your legs tense up and your toes curl; Yunho can feel you cum around his cock a beat later, encouraging your convulsing and whimpering. He can only manage to give you a few more rough thrusts before he pulls himself out and allows himself to empty his balls in quick spurts all over your torso, a mix of “fuck” and “____” leaking from his mouth at how filthy the action is, dirtying you like this. He’s a man of his word though, quickly hefting himself back down to your sopping cunt and diving face first to taste everything he missed tasting earlier. The groan of pure bliss he lets out into your sensitive cunt has you squirming away, much to his dismay. But he finds himself chuckling anyway—he got to taste your cum and, even if it was for only a few seconds, he’s satisfied.

Cleaning up and cuddling after is far from awkward, Yunho feels comfortable with his arms wrapped around you and head on your chest. You find yourself mindlessly scratching his scalp and playing with his messy hair, while his large hands massage the muscles of your thighs. It’s immensely intimate, and this scares Yunho deep inside. Unbeknownst to his stress, you’re settling into a mental state of bliss; you can’t wait to see where this night leads you after, even if it might be a little awkward back in the classroom at first. He tries not to dwell on such thoughts for too long, eventually falling asleep under your touch.

Yunho wakes up to a cold, empty bed. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand, he catches some time he can’t be bothered with reading fully, nine-something-in-the-morning. He groans internally at the bittersweet arrival of the morning. After a few seconds of just lying there, bleary eyes staring at anything and everything, he remembers that he’s not supposed to be alone right now. The grimace that crosses his face is heavy.

He lugs himself up and out of bed to find his phone, which he’s left God knows where. After a bit of searching, he’s even more upset to see a lack of text from you about leaving. Leaving with no word after sex… Yunho has been in this position before and it makes him feel like shit. It feels even worse considering that this is not just some random woman, you are his student. He’s a chronic overthinker, he knows he is. Yet, he can’t stop his mind from filling with a plethora of miserable thoughts about what this could mean.

Did you simply want to fuck him and nothing more?

Did you regret sleeping with him and want to leave without confrontation?

Did you sleep with him to then leave and tell someone, maybe to humiliate him?

All of these thoughts scream at Yunho until he finds himself clenching his jaw, and tears are pricking at his eyes. He hates this feeling every time it happens; it makes him feel like he’s not good enough. In a moment of brief irrationality, Yunho debates if he should outright block you.

He’s impulsive like that when he’s worked up. However, after a few minutes of begging himself to calm down, he tossed his phone away and went on to make a cup of tea to ease his agitation. He knew this was a mistake from the start and he still did it.

He doesn’t get a text from you until after 11 AM.

[Y/N: sorry for leaving without saying anything!! I forgot I had prior commitments this morning, didn’t wanna text you until I was sure you’d be up. hope you slept well :)]

Yunho doesn’t know what to think. Prior commitments? Surely this would’ve been something you would’ve mentioned before he drove you to his home last night. It is Saturday though, so it’s plausible. He opens the message and leaves you on read instead.

Earlier this morning, you were certain Yunho must have completely tired himself out after sleeping with you because he failed to wake up when your alarms went off. You make a mental note that it only takes him cumming once to make him go comatose (and maybe a little wine to boot). You had left his place with no ill intentions, and your message was truthful. So, when you get left on read by him, it ignites a small flame of insecurity in you. You’re never one to double-text a man, but considering this is something you put a great amount of effort into getting to happen, you put your pride aside when you don't get a reply by the next day.

[Y/N: Wondering if you want to try a new restaurant after work tomorrow… Let me know if you’re interested!]

To your surprise, Yunho replies that he’s too busy. He doesn’t offer to reschedule for a better day, which isn’t like him. Instead of taking it too seriously and replying something disheartened, you let him know that you understand and to let you know if anything changes. He opens this message and doesn’t reply. You try again on Tuesday. This time, your inquiry is more succinct, no fluff.

[Y/N: Are you free Wednesday?]

He answers this similarly to the last attempt, maintaining that he’s too busy to see you that day as well. However, this text is more curt than the last. When you cave in and ask him which days he’s not busy, he leaves you on read, again.

[Y/N: Do you have a free moment to talk then?]

Yunho doesn’t open this text altogether, and the disgruntlement this stirs within you lingers in your system all day, even when you decide to go out with your friends to clear your mind.

Throughout his class with you the following day, you endure Yunho’s eyes practically boring into you at various points in time. It’s like an itch that can’t be scratched, nagging at your scalp while you keep your head downcast towards your laptop. Thoroughly, as distractions do, it keeps you on edge and unfocused throughout the whole lecture. It doesn’t help that Yeosang is out today, so you feel alone even surrounded by so many people.

At some point, during a quiet moment of everyone completing an individual assignment he had handed out, you glance up over the screen of your laptop and catch his attentive eyes gazing back. He gnaws on the nail of this thumb as he usually does when his brain is on overdrive, his eyes calmly lingering on the fixation of all his thoughts. Eventually, he turns them away and decides to focus on something else irrelevant involving his phone. Anything to take you off of his mind.

You quietly snicker to yourself and roll your eyes. So, he can play on his phone just fine during class but can’t find the time to text you and talk? Men will be men… If he just wanted to sleep with you and leave at that, he could at least tell you, you brood. You try not to let it get to you, but it’s hard to focus on anything for the last half hour of class. You don’t bother sticking around after and instead, preoccupy yourself by striking up a conversation with another acquaintance on the way out of the doors. Yunho notices the way you act like he doesn’t exist while leaving and it makes him a bit bitter. He knows it’s irrational, but you’ve really done a number on him, so he can’t help it.

On Thursday, you’re sick of the games altogether. Being the super sleuth you were at the beginning of this mess, you knew when Yunho typically went to his office in between classes to get grading done that he couldn’t do throughout the day. So, when you finish your mathematics class, you pack up your things quickly, knowing he should be roaming this same hall in very little time. There’s one thing–or person, you suppose–that you didn’t account for in this plan.

“You’re terrible at covering hickeys, you know,” Hongjoong chides, eyeing your messy job at applying makeup to your neck.

To be fair to yourself, you hadn’t realized Yunho had sucked one onto your skin the night you both slept together, and the dark blotch was too annoying to deal with every single day. You bruise too easily and they don’t go away fast enough. Admittedly, you had slacked off on the cover-up today. You chalk it up to secretly being in Fight Club, which you remind him, the number rule is to never talk about Fight Club! That, of course, was not a good enough reason for Hongjoong, and you regret that you didn’t acknowledge beforehand he would surely grill you endlessly about your recreational pastimes.

“Okay seriously, I just wore my choker too tight yesterday and it pinched my neck, that's all,” you explain as he quickly follows you out of the classroom. He squints at you with skeptical eyes, as if he is not believing any of the piping hot shit you’re serving him on a platter. Phase two was to gaze at him with winsome eyes, ones he was definitely familiar with. They always worked on Yeosang, but Hongjoong was harder to subdue.

“Don’t.”

“Joong, I’m telling you, there’s nothing more for me to answer here.”

You employ a small pout to boot.

“And you think I believe that?”

“I think you should believe it.”

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. Meanwhile, your eyes inconspicuously search for Yunho in the sea of classmates flooding the hallway; there was a very important conversation you had hyped yourself up to finally have with him. One that surely would not be done if it didn’t get done today, at this very moment. That would obviously fail to happen if Hongjoong kept pestering you with his concerns. Suddenly, your eyes spot the tail end of Yunho’s styled hair turning the corner and leaving the hallway. Goddammit!

“Joong, I really gotta go,” you say frantically and secure your backpack onto your back. His lips open slightly in puzzlement, but there’s nothing he can say before you’re already shoving people out of the way to make it through the hallway to follow him to his office.

You take the stairs while he takes the elevator to waste some time; hopefully, he'll be set up and comfortable by the time you get to his floor. When you make it to his office, he’s indeed already seated and filtering through sheets of work from students during the last class. You don’t bother knocking before entering; he hadn’t afforded you the comfort of manners lately, so neither would you.

Honestly, had anyone else burst into his office so unannounced like this, he might've cussed them out by accident. But before he can get any words out, you can see the physical shift from annoyance to puzzlement wash over his face as he realizes it’s you, then, genuine dread graces his face before downcasting his gaze.

“I need to talk to you,” you insist, “Now.”

He’s having a hard time even meeting your eyes when you’re speaking and it’s pissing you off tremendously.

“I’m a bit busy right now,” he sighs, now in the process of looking through his desk for a pen that works. “It’ll have to wait for another time.”

You ignore him entirely, “Why are you avoiding me, Yunho?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” Yunho quickly objects. “I’m just–”

“You’ve blown me off twice this week already,” you counter. “Now I can’t even come see you at your office?”

Yunho puts his head in his hands and tries to collect his thoughts. He’s too sensitive to handle this conversation with no preparation beforehand. Then again, the longer he keeps isolating, the longer he’s going to keep feeling like shit. He can hear the undertone of hurt in your words, but he’s only doing what’s best for you, right?

“The least you could do is give me a real reason,” you continue. He finally lifts his head and meets your frustrated eyes. “Just give me a real reason to and I’ll fuck-off all you want.”

“____, that night was a mistake,” he tells you simply. The look in his eyes says otherwise. You know he’s lying but it still feels like a punch in the gut.

“A mistake?”

“It’s something that shouldn’t have happened, and it was inappropriate of me to do that with you. Let’s just forget about it and move on, please.”

You furrow your brows in agitation, “You really feel that way?”

“I do,” he murmurs, eyes falling back to the papers in front of him. He visibly hesitates for the briefest moment before picking up his pen and resuming his grading. This feeling of rejection hurts a little more than usual. Why do you feel like a failure? Why do you feel like a fuck-up? Maybe it’s because of the effort you put into this man, unlike many others. You stand there in his doorway uncomfortably silent until you find it in yourself to offer some final words.

“We’re both adults, Yunho,” you remind him in a voice that airs on the more serious side of yourself. He’s never heard you sound such a way with him. “No one has to know what two grown adults do in their free time. And you don’t owe anyone any explanations.”

When he doesn’t look up from his paperwork anymore, you finally leave and gently close the door behind you.

Nearly a week after that day, your phone begins to ring while you’re out at a bar with friends. Yeosang’s nosy eyes catch the name on the screen and he gives you an incredulous look. His name still has a heart beside it and you haven’t updated him on anything regarding Yunho since telling him that you both were texting each other outside of class.

“What is he doing calling you at 9 PM, miss?” he teases as you move your phone to your lap, “Booty call?”

“Would you like to ask him yourself?” you snort.

“Boo, why can I never know anything–”

“Oh but when I mention the obvious hickey, I’m imagining things, huh?” Hongjoong interjects with narrowed eyes when he overhears you both bickering. “Who’s the mystery man?”

“It’s nobody,” both you and Yeosang say in unison.

Hongjoong quirks a brow at how you both are gazing at him with matching smiles, suspiciously. He lets it go quickly and instead butts into Mingi and his girlfriend’s conversation. By the time you glance at your phone, Yunho’s call has already gone fully unanswered. Subsequently, you chose not to return the call later when you’re done and home. You didn’t necessarily want to talk to someone who called such an intimate moment with you a mistake. And especially not intoxicated. If he wants to talk to me that bad, he’d just send whatever he needs to say in a text, you tell yourself. But, of course, those texts don’t come. Yunho doesn’t know how to express himself like that over message. However, after getting wasted, it takes everything within you not to text him first in a fit of overwhelming horniness. What’s the worst that could come from letting him know that you’re craving the feeling of that thick cock of his splitting you open, or how maybe this time you should test out your gag reflex? Yeosang knows you well enough to take your phone from you after a certain amount of shots, so you don’t get that opportunity anyway. God bless your best friend.

A couple of days later, you still find yourself unable to let things go. How can you when Yeosang brings it up any time you speak alone? For someone so sure you were making a huge mistake, he sure is desperate for the tea. It’s like he’s your frontline cheerleader (which he usually is anyway). If he found out you both fucked, surely he’d lose his mind.

“You can’t keep me in the dark, I’m still dying to know how much progress you’re making with Mr. Jeong after seeing him call you that night,” Yeosang pleads, “Have you both met up in private off of campus yet?”

“That’s classified info,” you state and try to stifle your subsequent laughter when you hear him grumble. You still hadn’t found it within yourself yet to tell him that your plan had failed. “You’ll know by if I pass this class or not.”

“Just a little hint, please? I’m on my knees.”

“Progress is being made, Yeo,” you disclose in a sing-song voice. Surely a little white lie wouldn’t hurt in the meantime, “He’s a very good conversationalist, you know. With that deep voice of his, and especially late at night.”

Yeosang groans in annoyance, “You’re killing me ____, I’m too curious! You didn’t entertain a single man at the bar, something juicy has to be happening.”

You debate on at least telling him about the extra study sessions you and Yunho had been having before things were soiled, the innocent stuff that he could gush and tease you over. But, just as you’re about to say something, he cuts you off unknowingly.

“Shit, Mingi’s calling. Le’me call you back,” Yeosang groans, and you offer a hum of affirmation before the line clicks. Maybe it’s for the best that you had been interrupted before you put your foot in your mouth.

You quickly fill the silence by shuffling one of your ‘Doing Chores’ playlists and focusing your mind on cooking the remainder of your dinner. A couple of minutes later, the chime of your phone interrupts your music. You continue to focus on stirring while your other hand carelessly presses the answer option.

“That was quick,” you giggle.

“Felt like forever to me,” a familiar, deep voice replies. You freeze and glance over to see Yunho’s name on the screen of your phone in place of your best friend’s.

Fuck.

“Good evening, Mr. Jeong,” you reply instead. “I thought you were someone else, my apologies.”

“Have we really already reverted back to the formalities?” he sighs and his voice already sounds a bit defeated.

You roll your eyes, “I’m a bit preoccupied right now. So unless you’d like to discuss my class work, I don’t have time to entertain this.”

“Just give me five minutes, please.”

You turn off the stove and snatch up your phone before ambling to your bedroom.

“Spit it out already, Yunho.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you ____,” he admits.

Hearing you say his first name makes him feel a smidge better, even if it’s in irritation. He wonders if you can feel his heart pounding through the speaker or the way it makes his fingers tremble while holding the phone. “I was just scared, you have to understand that at least. I told you I’ve never done that kind of thing before, ever.”

“Thought it was a mistake–”

“I only said that because you left without saying anything. I thought you regretted it!”

“I literally told you why I did that, you decided to not believe me apparently,” you counter, voice laced with the slightest bit of frustration as you sit on your bed. Then you add in a mutter, “Instead of talking with me like an adult.”

There’s a long moment of silence. He doesn’t hang up though, so neither do you. You stare at the timer under his name, continuing to count up seconds full of emptiness.

“I’m really sorry,” Yunho finally sighs. “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean. I was just scared.” You remain silent and it eats at his confidence slowly. He’s desperate and doesn’t really care if it shows at this point, so he goes on to fill the silence again, “You were right, we’re adults. It’s not anybody else’s business what happens outside of campus. That’s why I’m trying to fix things now. Please.”

You sigh heavily while stroking your temples. This conversation is not something you had prepared yourself for, but the desperation in his voice is hitting you right in the gut. You know he’s being sincere, but it’s just hard to make yourself that vulnerable as well. You both know the truth is that it’s not okay, none of this is. It’s all extremely inappropriate. What you are doing with each other could ruin both of your lives if found out before you graduate. It’s risky; and yet, you still find yourself saying a sentence you definitely shouldn’t be saying:

“Listen, I genuinely like you Yunho.”

“And I genuinely like you too, ____. So let me take you on a proper date,” he says a little too hastily, but he can’t stop himself from the excitement that bubbles inside of him, stemming solely from you even reciprocating his feelings, “And not just a dinner like usual, I mean something thoughtful.”

“Something thoughtful…” you repeat after him, accidentally punctuating it with a giggle at how foolish the whole situation seems. “Are you serious about that?”

“Absolutely,” he assures you, “Only if you want to, of course.”

You sigh and smile to yourself at how heartfelt he sounds. Sure, there are millions of ways this could go extremely wrong, but you decide to ignore those thoughts and take him up on his offer. If you were one to listen to the better part of your judgment, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation in the first place. It would be a shame to let that work you put in go to waste just because of a little hiccup in the road. Besides, Yunho was surely the best fuck you had received in quite some time. There was plenty of time through the rest of the semester to explore that side of him again as well. The conversation ends with you both agreeing to meet with each other in a few days, Yunho promising to make it enjoyable even though it’ll be discrete.

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texting fiancé!ateez about their Coachella performance as you weren't able to attend it

author: bvidzsoo

pairing: ot8 x reader

tw: cursing

genre: smau, reactions, idol!au, fiancé!au

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Admire

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 8k

Includes- Fluff, secret admirer, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms

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J POV

"So valentine's day is coming up", Yeosang teases

I pause the movie we're watching and turn to glare at him

He really wants to do this?

He finally is able to hang out with me after ATEEZ promotions ended and he wants to piss me off?

Fine

"Oh wow, you can read a calendar. Congratulations", I grumble

He laughs, "Got a date this year?"

He's really pushing my buttons

I've never had a valentine or even a boyfriend

I've never kissed anyone or had sex

I've never held a guy's hand

I'm not like him

I'm not confident, beautiful or friendly

He has his pick of thousands of girls who throw themselves at him

It's easy for him to get a date or a one night stand

As for me, ever since I was a kid, I was the ugly friend

Yeosang is the only guy I can speak to and that's because we've been best friends since infanthood

Around other guys I'm shy, stuttering, my face is constantly red and I'm awkward

A total fucking dork that loves video games, books, Pokemon and dungeons and dragons

I can't even talk to the ATEEZ members and I've known them for five years

"What do you think?", I snap

"C'mon Jo, you need to get a date sometime"

No I don't

I've given up

Out of my group of girls friends, I'm the unattractive one

In school, no one ever wanted to date me, often asking one of my friends out

The guys I liked liked my friends instead of me

My friends tried to talk to guys for me, hyping me up but the guy always rejected going out with me

And my friends are beautiful, Yeosang included so I've always felt so ugly

It's not their fault but mine

So I've given up on finding a guy

Especially since the guy I want is him

I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole and I will go to the grave with that secret

To be able to be around him and speak to him, I push away the feelings, lock it in a box inside me and shove it away

"Why are you giving me a fucking hard time Yeo? You know I can't talk to guys and you know no one wants me anyway"

"That's not true", he says to which I snort

"Stop fucking with me. No one likes the way I look and no one knows my personality because I'm catatonic around guys. So spare me"

"Well maybe you should try dressing differently"

Not this shit again

Ever since he joined ATEEZ, Yeosang is so into fashion and he's constantly trying to give me advice or take me shopping

It sounds like he's being an ass but he's not

He's really trying to help me

But I refuse to change the way I am

If someone wants me, I'm not going to pretend to be someone else

"Maybe not wear only tshirts and sweatpants. Maybe wear your hair down sometimes. Maybe put some makeup on. Maybe get some contacts"

I tried putting eyeliner on once and I almost took an eye out

I tried contacts and I couldn't get them in at the optical store

I kept stabbing myself in the eye with my finger and any time I got the contact in, I blinked and it fell out

I'm sticking with my glasses

I hate my hair in my face so I always wear it in a ponytail or bun

It's long but I'm scared to cut it because I've never had short hair before and I'm afraid it's gonna look stupid on me

So hair up it is

And as for my clothes I like slightly baggy tshirts to hide my big boobs and sweatpants are the most comfortable

I hate dresses, jeans that are too tight and tighter shirts show my boobs and dirty guys always say nasty shit to me

I'm not dealing with that

"No Yeo. I'm not gonna pretend to be something I'm not. If a guy wants me they get me how I am. It just so happens no one wants me."

"But-"

"No buts Yeo. Just stop talking about it. I'm destined to be alone and I'm fine with it", I tell him, lying through my teeth

Of course I want a boyfriend

I want someone who loves me, I want to be in a relationship, I want to have sex, I want to get married, I want kids

But right now I don't think it's in the cards and it may not be in the future either

I try to not think about it

"Jo-"

"What about you?", I interrupt, "Do you have a date?"

I want to stop talking about me

Better yet I want to get back to the movie

He smirks and that tells me that yeah he does

"Yeah"

"Oh. Nice. Is it the makeup artist you were telling me about?"

A few weeks ago he was telling me how pretty this girl is, that he likes her personality and was thinking about asking her out

My heart deflated a little but I'm happy for him

I'll always support him in anything and as long as he's happy I'm good

"No. A new girl"

"New girl? Where'd you meet her?", I ask, ignoring the pain in my chest

"At a fan meet"

"Is she....a fan?", I ask, surprised

He always said he'd never date a fan because they only knew the idol him and wanted him only based on that

He'd fuck them yeah but date no

I guess the right girl can make things change

"Yeah, she's a fan"

Fucking lucky bitch

"How'd you get her number?"

I know security is serious during these fan meets

After all, a crazy sasaeng could show up with the intention to hurt the idols

"Had her write it on a post it. Told her I'd text her", he explains, "I did, we talked for a few weeks and we have a date on valentine's day"

Yeah she's so fucking lucky

"Well that's great", I answer, fake smile plastered to my face, "I hope it all works out for you"

He nods, "Me too"

After a minute of silence, I say, "Can we get back to the movie?"

He nods, "Yeah Jo"

I nod, looking back at the TV and unpause the movie

Grabbing a pillow, I hold it tightly to me, forcing myself to watch the movie

Forcing myself to lock the hurt I feel about Yeosang going on a date with a fan in that tiny box inside me so I can continue to be fine

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Valentine's Day

"Joanne!", Balam calls me

I look up from the pills I'm putting into the bottle

"What? I'm counting", I answer

I can't get this wrong or bad things can happen to the patient

"There's a delivery for you"

What?

What delivery?

This is my job

I never order anything to the pharmacy

It's always to my apartment

So what the fuck?

"You need to sign for it"

I sigh, pouring the pills I put in the bottle out and back into the pile

I have to recount it

Getting up from my spot, I walk to the front of the pharmacy

A guy is standing by the register with a bouquet of flowers

Bypassing him, I look around for the delivery guy

"Uh Balam, there's no one here"

"The flowers genius", Balam says from the register, "The flowers are your delivery"

Flowers?

I can't take care of flowers

Everyone knows I kill them even when I try to care for them

I walk to the guy who hands me a clipboard with papers on it

"Sign please"

I scan the paperwork and sign the bottom

He hands me the bouquet then leaves

"Who's your Valentine?", Balam teases

I roll my eyes, "I don't have one. Hence why I'm working on Valentine's day"

I literally have no idea who sent this

"Read the card genius"

Turning the bouquet, I find the card on the other side

Pulling it out, my hand grazes the petals of the flowers and they feel strange

Holding the flowers to my nose, I smell them

They don't smell like flowers, more like a flowery perfume

The fuck?

Opening the card, it says

I know you aren't great with real flowers so I thought I'd get you ones that can last forever

Love,

Secret Admirer

My mouth drops at the words "secret admirer"

It sounds so childish, so cliche but for some reason it makes my heart beat faster

Who sent these?

Who actually likes me enough to send them?

No guy I know has ever shown any interest in me

And the only guys I know are the ones here at work, the ATEEZ members and Yeosang

And aside from Yeosang, I don't really talk to my male coworker or the members

So who is it?

It's someone who knows I can't care for flowers

Someone who remembers that and decided to get me fake ones instead

It's sweet

I feel myself smile softly at the flowers noticing that they're my favorite

Japanese Cherry Blossoms

Whoever sent this knows my favorite flower and went out of their way to find enough fake ones to make up the bouquet

"Hello, Earth to Joanne? Who sent them?", Balam asks

"I don't know. It doesn't say"

"Oh my god it's a secret admirer?", Balam squeals, "That is so romantic"

I mean I guess so?

I don't know, I have no experience with this

"Yeah", I say smiling

It may be nothing serious but it feels good to be noticed even if just for a moment

"I gotta get back to work", I say, going to the back of the pharmacy to my work space

I put the flowers down, next to my computer and get ready to refill the bottle

Right before I begin, I glance at the flowers again and I can't stop the smile forming on my face

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Opening the door to the cafe I go to everyday, I walk to the counter, scanning the menu to figure out what I feel like having for lunch today

I wait for the cashier to come so I can finally eat

It's taking a long time and I wonder what's going on

The cashier, Byeol, is always here, waiting for customers to come

So where is she?

I wait another five minutes, getting a bit annoyed

This is cutting into my lunch time

"Hi Joanne! Give me a minute please", Byeol calls, poking her head from the kitchen door

"Yeah ok", I grumble

I'm hungry and I don't want to get hangry or I can be very unpleasant

Just ask Yeosang

"I'm here", Byeol says, coming out with a tray of food and a drink

She places it in front of me, smiling, "Here you go"

"Uh...", I trail off, looking at the tray

It has all my favorites on it- Italian club sandwich, a blueberry lemonade and a original cheesecake slice

"What is this?", I ask, so confused

"Oh wait", she says reaching into her apron, pulling out an envelope, "Here. For you"

I raise my eyebrow, taking the envelope and opening it

There's a folded paper inside and I read it

"I know how much you love this cafe and I wanted to treat you to all your favorites. You deserve it. Enjoy"

Love,

Secret Admirer

My mouth drops, reading the note

Secret admirer again

Apparently this person knows a lot about me to get all my favorite things from this specific cafe

"Someone must really love you", Byeol says, smiling

"Yeah", I answer, doubtful this person loves me

Likes me maybe

Trying to be nice, more likely

"Uh did you see who ordered this?"

She shakes her head, "Someone called and explained what they wanted to do for you. They ordered your food for 1 pm and a delivery man came at noon, dropping off the money and that envelope"

That is so strange

Going through all this trouble for me?

And this person knows I take my lunch at 1pm

My coworkers know that I take my lunch at that time

But I doubt any of them know that I can't care for flowers

I literally have no idea who this is

"Are you alright?", Byeol asks, snapping me out of my thoughts

"Uh yes. I'm just surprised"

I thank Byeol, take the tray and go sit down to eat

I am hungry and these are my favorites so I should eat it

As I eat, I enjoy the food while wracking my brain for whoever this admirer can be

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Parking my car, I get out and walk toward my apartment building carrying the flowers and chocolate basket

When I got back from lunch, there was a basket of my favorite chocolate on my work desk- a mixture of Reese's peanut butter cups and York peppermint patties

Along with another note

"Just because these make you smile when you eat them and I absolutely love your beautiful smile"

Love,

Secret Admirer

Needless to say, I smiled reading the note

And yeah I ate some already but there is so much chocolate that I'll be set for days

Taking the elevator to my floor, I walk towards my door, already seeing an envelope taped to my door

I hurry to the door, taking the envelope, then going inside my apartment

Putting the flowers and chocolate on my coffee table, I sit on my couch opening the new envelope

It feels heavier that the other ones

I pull out the note, then reach in and take out a necklace

I gasp, looking at the beautiful dragon pendant

The dragon is curled around a crescent moon and a dark blue gem in the center

It's amazing

Opening the paper, a smaller piece of paper is inside and I read it first

It's about the necklace describing that the metal is platinum and that the stone is a sapphire for September birthdays

It's my birthstone

I'm just in awe

I look at the note in my hand

"I saw this dungeons and dragons pendant and immediately thought of you. I just had to get it. And I'd like to ask you on a date tonight. Please meet me at your favorite restaurant Boccalino at 7:30. I promise I am not a stranger and you know me. I will be wearing black pants, a black button down shirt and a leather jacket. Please wear the necklace. I'm sure it will look stunning on you"

Love,

Secret Admirer

I'm completely stunned

Someone is actually asking me on a date

Someone actually likes me

I am weary of meeting this person but they assured me I know them

And it's a public place so I can just scream or leave if it's a creep

I'm definitely going, even if it's just to see who it is

The only problem is that Boccalino is a fancier restaurant

It is my favorite even though I've only been there a max of three times

It's more like a fancy favorite restaurant

I don't know if I have anything fancy

I'm going to have to dig deep in my closet to find something I can wear

Glancing at the clock, it's already 5:30

I have to shower then get ready

I need to start moving

Getting up, I take the necklace with me into my room to get ready

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Parking the car, I get out and pull my dress down

I managed to find a long sleeved modest lace dress that my friend bought me and I never wore

I was lucky that it fit

The necklace goes really well with it too

There was no way that I was wearing the matching heels my friend bought in an attempt to sexy me up

Those things looked hazardous

I just put on my black flats I use to go on job interviews

It was as good as it would get

I left my hair down, parted at the side and it's driving me crazy

It's like a sheet down my back and the shorter pieces in the front keep falling in my face

But I can deal with it, seeing as I don't have any make up on and my glasses

I should of listened to Yeosang and learned how to do makeup and put in contacts

I'm kicking myself for ignoring him right now but I honestly never thought I'd ever be in this situation

Holding the small handbag, I start walking from the parking lot to the front of the restaurant

I'm excited to see who this person is and at the same time I'm terrified

I don't know how I'm going to speak to them without shutting down

I know I'm going to make a fool of myself but there's nothing I can do about that

As I get to the front, I see someone standing by the door, his back to me

In black pants, black button down and a leather jacket

I feel like I'm going to throw up as I walk closer

The closer I get, the more familiar the guy looks

He has longish black hair and the way he stands looks familiar

He turns around and I realize it's Yeosang

Oh shit, is he here waiting for the ATINY he has a date with?

What are the odds that he's taking her here at the same time I'm going to be here?

My chest hurts at the thought of him with that girl but I remind myself that I'm here with someone else too

The only person around is Yeosang

I guess I'm early or the guy is running late

"Hey Yeo", I call, walking closer to him

He looks to me, his beautiful smile on his face, "Hi Jo"

"What are you doing here?", I ask, "Waiting for the ATINY you're taking out?"

He raises his eyebrow, slowly shaking his head, "Uh no"

No?

But he said he had a date

"Oh. So why are you here?"

"Jo, I..uh..I'm here...for you"

I hear his words but they're not sinking in

"Wait...what?"

"I'm here for you. I...I'm the one who sent you all the stuff today"

"What?", I repeat, a million thoughts running in my head

It was him?

But why?

I know for a fact he doesn't feel that way for me

So why did he do all this?

Because he felt bad for me?

Because he knows I can't get a guy?

Oh my god

"I'm...here for you", he repeats and I just lose it

"Are you serious?", I shout, tears welling in my eyes

Is this some kind of funny joke to him?

He actually has the nerve to look at me in confusion

"Jo-"

"Why did you do this? To fuck with me? To tease me? To prank me? Did you lose a fucking bet or something?"

My god it hurts so much

I really thought that maybe someone actually liked me

Maybe one of the ATEEZ members

Or someone at work

Instead it's him playing a joke on me

"Jo, no this isn't a prank", he says

Yeah right

I don't want to hear any excuses

I just want to go home and cry

"Fuck you Yeosang"

Turning from him, I start walking away quickly

"Joanne wait", he says, his footsteps fast behind me

He moves in front of me, stopping me, "Wait. I can explain"

"No you can't"

I try to move around him but he moves with me staying in front of me

"Can you just listen?"

"No"

"Goddamn it, I fucking love you!", he exclaims

I stop, staring at him in disbelief

Is he seriously going with this?

That's unbelievable

"Yeah ok", I roll my eyes, getting angry

"I do. I love you. My god, you're so fucking oblivious. You don't pay attention to me at all or you'd see I'm stupidly in love with you", he yells

I stand there in shock, my brain trying hard to work out what he's saying

It's impossible

There's no way, he's lying, he's never...gave no sign...nothing

"I don't...you don't....", I stammer, my brain not connecting to my mouth

"Ahhh", he yells, his hand moving behind my head, pulling me to him as his lips crash against mine

Stars blast in my vision and I feel like the ground under my feet is tilting as his mouth moves against mine

And fuck, I actually feel the love he's pouring into the kiss

He not lying

He really loves me

I grab onto his shirt to steady myself, realizing that I don't know how to kiss

I try to follow what he's doing, moving my mouth against his

His arm moves around my body, pulling me against his, his other hand on the side of my neck, holding me softly

I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip and I instinctively open my mouth

His tongue slides in, touching mine and I let out the most embarrassing moan as tingles spread from the top of my head to my toes

It just feels so good

I never thought kissing could feel like this

But somehow I don't think it would feel like this with anyone but Yeosang

His tongue plays with mine and again I copy his movements, hoping that it doesn't suck for him

I don't know how long we kiss for but when he pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine

"Do you believe me now?", he asks softly

I'm completely speechless, my mind still preoccupied with his kiss

So I just nod

"I love you. I want to be with you. You're all I fucking wanted since we were in high school"

He just keeps on blowing my mind

"You...you never said anything"

"I couldn't. I was scared you wouldn't want me. Then I left to join BigHit, then KQ to train. Then we debuted and there was a dating ban for a year", he explains, "And I just didn't think you'd want me or you would of given me some sign that you did"

"C'mon Yeo, you know I'm completely stupid when it comes to this stuff", I tell him softly

He laughs softly, "Yeah but I didn't know you'd be this clueless"

I just smile

"Please jagi, tell me you feel something for me"

I do and I want to tell him I do

I just have to ask him something first

"Yeo, you...you said you had a date-"

"I lied jagi"

"Uh why?", I ask, confused

"Because I was trying to see if you feel anything for me or if you'd get jealous. I was scared to tell you my feelings Jo and when you had no reactions to what I said about the ATINY, telling me you hope things worked out for me with the fan, I figured you didn't see me like that. But I had to try. I couldn't give up on you without trying"

I'm at a loss

He's normally so confident, I would never think he would be trying to gauge my feelings for him

Then another thing occurs to me

"If you wanted me then why were you trying to give me advice on fashion? I know you like fashion but that's not me Yeo and I'm not changing the way I dress or do my hair or anything"

He smiles, softly touching my cheek

"I don't want you to change baby. I love the way you dress. I love your ponytails, your glasses, your sweatpants, sneakers, Tshirts. I don't want you to wear make up or contacts if you don't want to. I just said those things because you were saying that no one wanted you. I thought if I gave you some advice you could be more confident in yourself. But I love everything about you baby, including the way you dress. You're so fucking beautiful jagi, it's hard for me to tear my eyes away from you"

My mouth drops at his confession

He thinks....I'm beautiful?

He's beautiful, how can he think I am?

"I swear Jo, I don't know how you didn't catch me staring at you. I always had an excuse ready in case you caught me and called me out on it"

"I...I didn't notice because I was forcing myself not to stare at you", I confess

"Me?", he asks, hopefully

I nod, "Yeah you Yeo. I love you"

A huge smile forms on his face, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah. I kinda fell in love with you around the same time you said you fell for me"

"Looks like we were both dumb"

"Yeah", I agree

"But...we're not dumb anymore?"

I shake my head, "No. I want you Yeosang. I always wanted you"

"We thank god because I was always yours. Always"

I smile, realizing that this beautiful man, this famous idol is finally mine

"I want to kiss you again", I say, my cheeks heating up

"You can kiss me anytime you want jagi", he assures me, "I'll never get tired of your kisses"

I know my face is even more red from his words

I never thought I'd hear things like this from Yeosang

"I..I don't know...what to do", I say softly, feeling inadequate

"Don't worry jagi. I'll teach you ok? I'll teach you everything"

I nod, relieved that he's not upset that I have next to no experience

He leans down, his lips against mine again, shivers running up my spine

Moving my mouth against his, I let his tongue in, his playing with mine

He takes my arms, moving them around his neck and I hold on while his arms move around my waist, holding me right against him

Slowly he pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine

"I love you"

"I love you", I tell him

"So you wanna go inside for our date?"

I nod, "Yeah. Definitely"

He takes my hand, pulling me with him

His hand feels so soft and honestly perfect around mine

"By the way jagi, you look fucking beautiful", he says, smiling at me, "And so fucking hot"

My mouth drops, "You're kidding"

He shakes his head, "I'm not. I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress. And that short skirt is driving me crazy"

Holy crap, my boyfriend thinks I'm hot

That is a word I never thought would ever be associated with me

"Yeah well that's fair since you drive me crazy all the time"

He snorts, "I've just been suffering in silence jagi. You drive me crazy all the time too"

I can't believe I'm having this conversation

And with Yeosang to boot

"I don't think this is an argument either of us is going to win"

"Yeah you're right", he agrees, "So let's just have a nice first date then?"

I smile, "Yeah baby"

He looks over at me, a big grin on his face, "I like that"

"What?", I ask

"You calling me baby"

I blush hard, not even realizing I called him that

"Can you keep doing it?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah"

He smiles, kissing my lips quickly, then opens the restaurant door, leading me inside

--------------------------------

My arms lock around Yeosang's neck as his lips stay against mine, his tongue playing with mine

After our amazing date, we came back to my apartment and we haven't been able to stop kissing or touching each other

He carried me to my bed, laid me on it and has been kissing me ever since

I learned quickly and I think he likes the way I kiss him based on his constant moans

"Mmm want you jagi", he murmurs against my lips, his hands running down my body

I know what he means when he says that and I do want him too

So much

I'm just scared because I've never done anything but I'm not letting that stop me

"Want you too Yeo", I answer

He already told me we don't have to do anything tonight, that's he's fine with waiting but I'm not having it

He's mine and I want him

I feel him smile against my lips, moving his kisses to my neck, his hands bunching up my dress

Holy shit, that feels amazing

"Fuck I'm so fucking excited jagi", he says, his hands touching my skin under my dress, every nerve on fire from his touch

"What?", I get out, his touch feeling so fucking good

How can touching feel so good?

"I said I'm excited to be with you baby", he repeats

"Why?", I ask, so surprised

I haven't done anything

I have no skills, I don't know what to do

This is going to suck for him

"Because baby, I'm the first one to see you naked", he murmurs, pushing my dress up more, "I'm lucky jagi. I'm the first one to ever kiss you. The first one to touch you. I'm gonna be the first one to undress you, the first to touch and suck your nipples, the first to taste your pussy, the first one to be inside your pussy. I'm the first one who's gonna make you cum. In my mouth and on my cock"

Oh my god

He's so fucking hot

Everything he's saying is true and it sounds like so much fun

He leans down to my ear whispering, "I'm the first one to tell you I love you and I want to be the only one who ever says that to you. I want to be the only one you say that to"

"You are Yeo. You're the only one I ever loved"

He leans his forehead on mine, moaning softly, "Fuck jagi, I'm never going to get tired of hearing you say that"

"I'll always say it Yeo. I love you"

"Fuck, I love you", he says, then his lips are on mine, kissing me silly

His hands move down, slowly pulling my panties off

I have to admit, I'm so excited and I lift my ass up to help him

Her throws my panties behind him, then helps me sit up as he takes my dress off

Next to come off is my bra and I realize I'm completely naked in front of him

He slowly pushes me back and I lay down, his eyes raking over my body

I blush hard just as he says, "Oh my god jagi"

His hands roam all over my body, his fingers trailing all over my skin, making me shiver

"You're fucking gorgeous Jo", he whispers, blowing my mind, his eyes moving to mine, "My perfect jagi"

My mouth drops as I process his words

"Perfect?"

"Absolutely jagi", he whispers

I don't know what to say, my cheeks on fire so I just move my hands to his body, tugging up his shirt

He moves his arms from me, letting me take his shirt off

I'm hit with his gorgeous body, muscles fucking everywhere

His chest is defined, abs cut into his stomach, his arm muscles bulging and I'm so fucking turned on

My boyfriend is so fucking hot

I mean I knew he was, I saw the Deja Vu video but seeing all of him....it's turning my brain off

"You ok baby?", he asks

"Yes", I whisper, biting my lip, reaching out and touching him

His eyes close as I run my hands all over him, his skin so soft

"Mmm jagi", he murmurs, my hands sliding up to his chest, my fingers dancing along the muscles

I slowly move my hands down, reaching for his pants, I undo his belt, opening his jeans

My hands shake while I pull his pants and boxers down as far as I can

He moves off the bed, getting his clothes off

I lift my head, gaping when I see him completely naked

His thighs are muscular too and my eyes move to between his legs

Oh my fucking god

His dick is so huge

He's already hard, his thick length standing at attention, his tip wet with cum

"Yeo, oh my god", I murmur

He smiles softly, coming back on the bed

His opens my legs, moving between them as he looks down at me

"Am I good for you jagi?", he asks shyly

"I ...uh...what?", I stammer

"Am I ok for you? Am...uh... am I...uh is my body..... what you want?"

I'm completely floored at how shy and insecure he sounds

"Of course you are baby. You're perfect", I assure him, "You are what I want Yeo. You're perfect the way you are"

He smiles happily, leaning down, his lips against mine

I fall into his kiss as his hands move and wrap around my boobs, squeezing so gently

Moaning in his mouth, he kisses me hard then moves his lips from mine, pressing kiss after kiss to my neck

Shivering against his lips, he laughs so sexily, turning me on

He kisses my chest, dragging kisses down to my boob

I wait in anticipation, his kisses getting closer to my nipple

When he gets there, his tongue licks my nipple and I moan so loudly, pleasure like I never felt filling me

His mouth closes around my nipple, sucking softly, making me cry out, my pussy getting so soaked

I don't think I've ever been this wet before

Of course it's him that makes me feel like this and I'm glad for it

He switches nipples, his free hand softly trailing down my body, down to in between my legs

His fingers rub on my clit, pleasure hitting me hard, my body shaking, moans falling from my mouth

He rubs faster, pressing on my bump, my pussy completely drenched

"Yeosang. Oh god Yeosang"

His mouth sucks harder on my nipple as his fingers move from my clit further down

I'm scared it's going to hurt but I trust Yeosang

I know he won't hurt me and if it does hurt, he'll stop

His fingers move along my pussy, groaning into my nipple, "So fucking wet baby"

I feel my whole body flush in heat, from his words and from how he sounds like he likes it

His fingers stay at my entrance and I feel one starting to press inside

My legs tense and he lets go of my nipple, kissing my neck softly

"No baby, relax for me", he murmurs, "I promise it's gonna feel good baby but you have to relax ok?"

"Ok Yeo", I answer, trying indeed to relax

He presses kisses to my neck and chest over and over, melting me into the bed

His mouth reattaches to my nipple, sucking softly, his finger sinking inside me slowly

It doesn't hurt at all

In fact it feels good

"Mmm so tight", he murmurs, "Can't wait to feel this pussy around my cock"

Oh my god

He so very slowly moves his finger, pulling out, then sinking back in, wiggling around

Over and over, pleasure slowly building

After a few thrusts, he adds another finger, both of them buried deep inside

His mouth doesn't stop on my nipple, sucking as his fingers stay inside, pressing around like he's looking for something

What, I don't know

Suddenly his fingers press on a spot that has my pussy gushing more juice, the bliss slamming into my body

"Oh fuck", I moan, one of my hands burying in his black hair, the other gripping the sheets so hard

"There we go", he says, his voice even deeper than it usually is

I feel his fingers leave my cunt only to surge back in and hit that area that feels fucking unbelievable

"Yeosang!"

"Got your spot baby", he murmurs, moving his hand quicker, spreading his fingers open inside me

I can't fucking believe how good it feels

I've touched myself before, used toys too but that pleasure is nothing compared to what he's giving me

As he fingers me, his thumb moves to my clit and he starts rubbing

"Fuck, Yeosang!", I cry as stars blast in my eyes

Holy fuck, this pleasure is on another level

It's different when someone else is pleasuring you

And add to it it's the man I'm head over heels in love with, the pleasure is astounding

My legs shake as I get closer to coming

It's just so much and I can't handle it

"Yeosang! Oh fuck", I yell as my orgasm hits me so fucking hard

His fingers move faster, his mouth sucking my nipple faster, the bliss incredible

"Yeah baby, cum for me", he murmurs, "So pretty jagi. My baby is so beautiful"

"Oh god. Yeosang"

God, is this what I've been missing?

This is what it feels like to be with someone else?

Somehow, I doubt it would feel this good with anyone else though

When it's over, I suck in air, feeling like I'm part of the bed, just reveling in the post orgasm bliss

Yeosang moves off me and I wonder where he's going until I feel his hands spread my legs open wider

Pleasure suddenly slaps me in the face and I shout his name as I lift my head up

I freeze in shock at the sight of my boyfriend eating my cunt like he's starving

His tongue flies all over, licking in between my slit, moaning like he's the one getting oral

His eyes lift to mine and I'm completely turned on

He looks so good in between my legs

He holds eye contact as his tongue slides up my pussy only to slide back down

His tongue runs all over, my legs shaking again, in pleasure

I can't, he's so good with his tongue

Fucking hell

His tongue slips down, poking into my hole and making me gasp

He pushes his tongue further in, and I can't help but clench around him

"Yeosang", I moan, feeling his tongue slide out

"Mmmm jagi", he groans deeply, his tongue shoving back in

"Fuck fuck"

He moves his tongue fast, fucking into me again and again

And I can't believe this man, this beautiful, sexy idol is doing this to me

That he wants to do this to me

And that he seems like he's enjoying it

A lot

His tongue pulls out, then slides up my pussy, flicking my clit

"Oh fuck", I cry, more pleasure zapping through my system

He laughs so deeply, making me shiver as his tongue flicks my clit again and again

I can feel my orgasm building up with each move of his talented tongue

I can't stop myself from plunging my hand into his black hair, holding on as I moan like a huge slut

I watch as his mouth wraps around my clit and he sucks like he can't get enough

Pleasure blasts in my body, making me shake hard

My hips start moving on their own, fucking into his mouth, my juice all over his face

And he just keeps on sucking like he doesn't have a care in the world

"Yeosang..I...I'm..", I breath hard, right at the edge

His eyes meet mine as he slurps around my clit and I fucking lose it

I tumble head first into ecstasy, screaming his name over and over as I ride the waves of pleasure

His mouth doesn't stop, sucking me through it, keeping me in constant bliss

It's fucking incredible

As I come down from the orgasm, Yeosang moves his tongue down to my hole, licking rapidly, swallowing and making moaning noises

When he finishes he moves on top of me, gently pushing me down on the bed

"My girl tastes so fucking good", he murmurs, his lips pressing against my neck, shocking the shit out of me

"I...I do?"

"So good my love", he answers, "So sweet"

He peppers kisses all over my neck, his cock pressing against my leg

"Can I fuck you baby?", he asks

It's now or never

I push all the nervousness away and just focus on him

"Yeah Yeo. I want that. I want you"

"Anything for you jagi"

I feel him start to move in slowly, stretching me open inch by inch

And it feels fucking good

I was expecting pain, knowing that it normally happens the first time

But I don't feel any of that

It just feels good

"Oh fuck", I moan, immediately tightening around his cock as he pushes in more and more

And somehow I get so much more wet

"Oh god", he groans against my skin, "Oh fuck, so tight baby. Fuck. Feels so fucking good. You feel so good jagi"

I swear I haven't heard Yeosang sound like this before

Like he's losing control

I can't answer as I feel him bury in my pussy

He stops moving, whispering, "I'm all in"

And fuck, I can't stop my pussy from throbbing hard around him

His cock is so massive, the feeling of being full so fucking satisfying

"God, fuck, you're pussy is so good. Fuck pulsing so much already. Feel like I'm gonna cum right now"

"Is...is that good?", I whisper

"Mmm hmm. Means you feel amazing jagi", he answers, "I knew you would"

He lifts his head from my neck, his eyes on mine, smiling softly

"You're perfect baby"

I blush, never thinking that any guy in this world would think I'm perfect

Especially Yeosang

But he does and it feels good

"You're perfect Yeosang. I love you"

"I love you Jo. So much"

He presses a soft kiss to my lips and I fall into him

"I'm gonna move, ok jagi?", he asks between kisses

I nod, wrapping my arms around his body, gently laying my hands on his back

His arm moves around my waist, holding me against him, his tongue playing with mine as he slowly moves his hips back

I moan in his mouth at how good his cock drags through my pussy, sending shivers all over me

He slowly buries back inside, forcing me open, my pussy gripping his length tightly

He goes all the way in, his head rubbing against that spot his fingers found before, pleasure filling me

He moves slowly, in and out, his hands gripping my body hard, his lips moving from mine to my neck

"Baby fuck. So good jagi", he whines, "So fucking wet for me"

I am

I don't ever think I've been this wet before

Every time he moves inside, I feel my pussy soak him

He breathes rapidly, his body tense and barely in control

"Can I go faster? Please baby. Wanna go faster", he begs, "Let me fuck you so good jagi. I promise I'll make you feel good. Make you want my cock all the time"

Holy shit

I never thought Yeosang would ever speak like this but fuck it's such a turn on

"Please baby. It'll feel so good jagi. I'll make it so good"

"Yes baby", I answer, wanting him to feel good as well

This isn't just about me

It's about us

He immediately moves, sitting up, both hands gripping my hips hard

He thrusts faster, slamming into me, sending me into so much bliss

Stroke after stroke he goes in harder, so deep in my pussy

I moan loudly, twisting the sheets in my hands, the pleasure intense

"So pretty baby", he whispers, "Fucking hell, your pussy looks so good on my dick"

My eyes move to him and I'm blown away at how hot my boyfriend is

His upper arm muscles are flexing, veins in his lower arms popping, his abs so tight as he thrusts, drops of sweat all over him

His hair is soaked, pleasure on his face as he bites his lip, his eyes watching his cock fuck me

He's so fucking stunning, it's stupid

"Pretty pussy", he murmurs, "Pretty hole stretching so wide. Creaming my cock so good, it's everywhere. Such a pretty mess"

"Is...is that g..good?", I get out

He nods, his eyes not moving, "I love it. Wanna see your pussy cum"

"Fuck Yeo"

His eyes finally move, slowly raising up my body until he looks at my face

He hovers over me, one hand moving next to my head on the bed, the other hiking my legs up his body more

"I want to see you cum baby", he says, "Wanna see how you lose it on my cock"

"Yeo, fuck", I whimper, his words turning me on more

"Want to feel you clench on me, drown my cock in your cream, feel your body shake, hear you scream my name"

I can't answer, just groan as the pleasure mounts, his perfect cock hitting my spot while his pelvis rubs against my clit with each stroke

He leans down, his mouth next to my ear, "Do you hear how wet you are for me?"

What?

"Do you hear how loud your pussy is when you take my cock inside you?", he asks, "Listen baby"

Silence falls for a second before I hear it

The wet squelching of his cock pounding my pussy along with his skin hitting mine

Oh my god, it's so fucking erotic

"Sounds so pretty", he murmurs, "Could listen to it on repeat"

"Yeosang", I cry, my back arching as I'm shoved closer and closer to my orgasm

"Yes baby", he urges, "Let me watch you. Fall apart for me"

"Baby", I gasp, my brain turning off from the incredible bliss, my pussy throbbing crazily around his shaft

"Yeah baby. Good girl. Scream my name, baby girl. Fall apart on my cock jagi"

His cock slams inside and I lose it

"Yeosang! Fuck! Yeosang!", I scream, ecstasy slamming into my body, taking over and stars explode in my vision

"Good girl. Fuck, it feels so fucking good", he praises, his cock fucking into me as I cum, keeping me in pleasure, nothing in my head except him

"Yeosang", I whimper, tears falling from the corners of my eyes from how good it feels

"Baby", he groans, "I'm gonna cum"

I just moan, tightening my legs around him

Fuck, I don't want him to leave my cunt

I want him to stay

"Ccc..... can I cum in your pussy? Please", he pleads

"Yes Yeo. Please baby. Wanna be full of your cum"

God, do I crave his cum inside me

Always wanted that with him

"Let me see you cum Yeo"

"Fuck!", he shouts, burying his cock inside me as he orgasms, "Joanne! Fuck!"

My mouth drops as I watch him, so fucking beautiful

His cock throbs hard inside me, warm sticky cum gushing into my cunt

I can't help my pussy spasming around him, like I'm sucking on his dick

"Yes baby, oh my fucking god", he cries, "Milking my cock so fucking good baby. Take it all jagi"

I do, enjoying the feeling of being filled

He breathes hard as his forehead leans against mine, his lips finding mine in a soft kiss

After, he pulls out, laying next to me, getting the blanket over us

"Come here jagi", he murmurs, pulling me to him

I go absolutely willingly, laying on the pillow with him, our bodies turned to each other, his arm tightly around me

His fingers softly run in my hair, his eyes on me, a soft smile on his face

"I love you", he says

I can't hold the smile back, so unbelievably happy

"I love you", I tell him

He leans forward, giving me a sweet gentle kiss that completely melts me

He's my everything

"Tired jagi?", he asks, after our kiss

I nod, "You?"

"Yeah baby"

Ok then

Sleepy time

I quickly run out the bed, shutting the light then jumping back in, immediately in his arms

Cuddling into him, he chuckles, his arms around me, body pressed against mine

"Fuck jagi", he says softly, "You have no idea how long I wanted to have you in my arms. Every time we watched a movie, a TV show, every time we were sitting next to each other, I just wanted to pull you in my arms and hold you. Never let you go"

"You don't Yeo. You never have to let me go ever again", I assure him, "I wanted to be in your arms for so long too Yeo. Just climb in your lap, both of us holding each other and staying there"

"You can from now on baby", he agrees, "I'll always hold you baby. Always"

I smile, "I love you so much Yeosang"

"I love you so much Jo. Always baby"

"Forever", I whisper

We meet in a gentle kiss, so much love between us

I normally hate Valentine's day but I'm so happy he made this one memorable

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Hands in the way.

Post Date: 18th January 2023 Content: Smut - ATEEZ Yeosang x GN!Reader WC: 0.9K TW?: Dom!Yeosang/ Brat!Reader/ Exhibition/ Handjob/ Cum Eating/ Hair pulling Request?: Nope

a.n: Thank you so much to my girl, @whatudowhennooneseesyou for this idea and I can’t express how amazing she is! Please go give her some love and support with her fics, they’re seriously the best.

Masterlist Prompt list

The movie starts and you couldn’t be happier, your hand in his, resting on your thigh. Some way through the movie, the popcorn ends up on his lap, but you didn’t mind. It saves you from putting your entire face in the box and demolishing it.

Going to reach for the popcorn, you miss the box, and your hand ends up brushing his crotch. Hoping he doesn’t realise and is too intrigued by the film to notice, you go back for the popcorn.

But oh, how he did notice, and how his eyes widen and his throat goes dry.

Out of his peripherals, he makes sure that you don’t realise he’s gone as stiff as a statue, holding his breath just to stay focused on the film but unfortunately for him, you notice.

“Awh, babe. Are you okay?” You ask, trying to hold back a smirk as now you want to play with him. The worst times too as well but luckily there’s no one else in your row to even notice.

Plus you’re right at the back of the theatre, so no one could even notice anyway.

“Yeah, I’m fine. The movie is good so far,” He tries to push past the feeling of his hard cock being restricted by his jeans.

Smiling at him, you go for the popcorn again and “accidentally” miss, hand brushing a little harder on his crotch, noticing how quickly he got affected.

A deep sigh comes from him, biting his tongue as he tries to focus on the movie, but gets distracted by you “trying” to find the popcorn.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s quite dark in here so I couldn’t see where I was going,” You innocently announce in a whisper, eating the small amount of popcorn in your hands before going back for more.

But this time, your hands rest on his crotch, making him flinch before freezing up again.

Slowly coming to his senses, he tries to ignore it and just thinks you’ve gotten comfortable, that you wouldn’t do anything.

That was until you start to move your hand, rubbing him through his jeans that he realises what you’re wanting to do.

“Fuck...” He grunts quietly, biting his lips as he looks at around and then at you, wide-eyed.

“What’s the matter, babe? A bit flustered?” You tease in a coo, leaning in close to him so he could hear your whisper.

“You’re so lucky we’re in public, you know not to tease me when I’m out,” He growls deeply in your ear, making the hairs stand up on your skin.

“I’m not teasing,” You flutter your eyes at him, watching his lip being released from him biting it to a smirk, looking down at your hand and scoping the room again before unzipping his jeans slowly and quietly.

“It’s there if you want it, but you’re going to have to be careful when we get home, baby”.

With that, you continue to rub him through his underwear, precum soaking through the fabric and you just couldn’t help yourself.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, your hand goes under the fabric, pulling his cock out, luckily enough the popcorn box was in front so no one could see anyway.

The feeling of your bare hand around his cock makes his breath hitch as you slowly start to rub up and down the shaft, covering it in precum, you’d love nothing more than to put your mouth around it but that’ll be too obvious.

Saliva collects at your lips as his go drier, trying to keep a good breathing pattern, eyes glued to the movie as his leg twitches.

Slowly you start to increase the pace, twisting your hand just to give him that little extra pleasure, his hand on your thigh, squeezing it as his nails dig in.

A low growl escapes his lips and you rub your thighs together, clothing them tightly to try and relieve the pressure that was building up in your core.

His growls and deep voice are enough alone to make you soak your panties as you continue to move your hand up and down his shaft, being area careful when brushing over the tip with your thumb when you reach the top.

“You’re so in for it later,” Another growl falls from his lips as a smirk grows on yours, his hand moving from your thigh to your head, fingers tangling with your hair at the back, pulling lightly on it.

Just as a comedic scene comes on screen, the theatre is filled with laughter, in perfect timing as Yeosang moans deeply in your ear, cum oozing over your fingers as his cock and thigh twitches, and he pulls on your hair a little harder, making you moan a little.

Letting him catch his breath, you slowly release your grasp from around his shaft, watching him as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back against the seat.

As he zips himself back up, he looks at you with a smirk, eyes following your hands as they’re inching closer to your lips, licking the cum off your hand whilst maintaining eye contact.

“You’re so hot, but doesn’t let you off the hook,” He adds, kissing your temple before offering you another bit of popcorn.

The both of you start laughing as you know for sure, that was the hottest but riskiest thing you could’ve done in a huge while.

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Unexpected - Part 3 - Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Kang Yeosang

Unexpected – Part 3 of 3

Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Reader x Kang Yeosang Summary: Wooyoung is ready to get back in the game. Being such a team player, he doesn’t want to leave his friend out either. Word Count: 2,446 Genre: smut Warnings/Contains: mfm threesome, cursing, anal play, anal sex, double penetration

Wooyoung sits down beside you and kisses your forehead. “Relax for a minute, angel,” he coos sweetly. “Let Yeosang clean you up.”

Yeosang appears from nowhere and wipes your stomach carefully with a warm cloth. Everything he does must be unhurried and intentional. He works efficiently then disappears again.

Wooyoung pulls you to face him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Woo,” you smile. “And I’m glad you’re back.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him to your lips. He rubs your back softly; his hands are warm and relaxing, and you sigh in satisfaction.

“You’ve done such an excellent job today, angel. Can you handle a little more?”

“Claiming what’s yours?” you tease him.

You shake your head.

“You’re incredibly gorgeous when you’re being fucked,” he snickers.

“You really didn’t touch yourself? Not even for a second?” you ask.

His pompous smile is amusing. “I didn’t want to waste a single drop.”

“You really were a good boy. You deserve a reward then, don’t you think?” He nods vehemently. “On your back,” you demand.

“Mouthwatering,” you smirk.

“God, Y/N, you are so fucking wet. Can’t wait for my cock, huh?”

“I need you to fuck me, Woo.”

“Okay,” you whisper back. You ease off his lap, and he kisses you on the forehead. He smiles.

“I’m going to stretch you out, angel, so that Yeosang can feel how enjoyable your ass is too. He should feel privileged, shouldn’t he?”

He’s careful and practiced as he eases his finger all the way inside and stills. You wince a little at the sensation. “How does that feel?” he asks quietly.

You smile. “Good.”

“Does that feel good, beautiful?” Yeosang’s husky voice is suddenly in your other ear. When did he arrive? His question excites you.

“Yes, Yeosang.” You snake your fingers into his hair as he leans closer to you. “Do you wish it was your cock instead?”

Wooyoung chuckles. “What a filthy mouth, angel.”

Wooyoung smacks the side of your thigh playfully. “I’m going to wash my hands. I want you on all fours when I get back.”

You throw your body over Yeosang’s. You’re straddling his legs; your mouth is just over his cock. “Just one taste,” you mewl.

Before he can respond, you take him completely into your mouth. Your head moves up and down; you’re gorging yourself on his cock. There’s only a minute to play though; Wooyoung is back.

“I see you couldn’t wait,” he playfully scolds you, pushing in another finger. “I think you better stop though, or Yeosang’s not going to make it much longer.”

You suck one last time, then giggle as you pull away. Leaning back on your heels, you smile obscenely. Your newly gained confidence is completely freeing.

“I want your cock inside me.”

He snickers and leans back against the pillows. “Then come here.”

“Don’t you want to join us?”

“More than anything,” he breathes.

“I hope that means I learned the technique well,” he snickers.

“Mmmmm…. you did. So well.”

Wooyoung sweetly kisses you. “Okay angel?” he murmurs.

You grin. “Absolutely.”

“Are you okay?” he whispers. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I got carried away.”

“I’m fine,” you assure him. He smiles broadly.

“I’m going to clean up. Have fun,” he grins. Before he goes, he softly kisses your cheek, the sincerity is surprising.

You turn your attention back to Wooyoung. He’s smiling. He sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re absolutely amazing, you know that?”

He holds your face between his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

…

That night when you’re in bed, your head on Wooyoung’s chest, you interrogate him. “Did the two of you plan the whole thing?”

He laughs heartily, kissing you on the forehead as you look up at him. “No, angel. I did. And next time, it’s Yeosang’s turn.”

Part 1, Part 2, Full Story

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