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[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : He couldn't help but think such filth when you were innocently fast asleep only merely a couple of feet away from him.

『Word count』 :  1.12k

-> Genre: Pure smut. Little plot. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader [Hwa's Daughter]

[Warnings] : Slightly Noncon (Reader is asleep at first). Masturbation. Cum play. Thoughts and fantasies. Pet names. Sir kinkish. Hongjoong is nasty. Also, Joong is like in his late 30s and tatted while the reader is only 23. Whoops.

Note: No one asked for this, but for some reason, I was hooked on the thought of the Dad's best friend trope, and Hongjoong is really coming for my heart. So, It was a perfect match in my eyes.

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You didn't know what came over yourself. It felt like the heating was turned up tenfold. Your nose scrunched as you began to move more and more in your sleep. Hongjoong couldn’t help but watch your discomfort in curiosity. Were you having a nightmare? No, you weren’t one to have them. But then again, maybe you just didn’t tell anyone. And being on a family trip in the middle of nowhere would cause distress.

Maybe I should wake her?… He thought, now sitting fully up on the pull-out couch bed. You were no longer tucked under the big fluffy covers on the single bed. No, you had thrown them off moments ago, revealing your mid-drift slightly from your short sleep top and the fact you weren't wearing any pants. God, you looked so cute in your black frilly panties…No, he couldn’t think of such a thing. Not when you were his best friend's daughter. 

But oh how you looked delicious. When he met Seonghwa, he had no clue he had a daughter, let alone one that was twenty-two. And when he agreed to go on this camping trip─more like staying in this large cabin on Seonghwa family’s land─he didn’t expect to see you tag along. You were stunning the moment he saw you hop out of your car. You were everything he would want in a woman and after spending hours of the day chatting and getting to know you he knew he was fucked. Anyone outside your conversations, like Seonghwa or his other friends and their kids, would see it as some harmless banter. But in reality, Hongjoong was shamelessly flirting. He didn’t mean it at first, but it just kept going, and you kept egging him on. So what was he supposed to do?

Since there were quite a lot of people that had come on the getaway, rooms were tight. And you had begged your father not to let you sleep in the rooms where the kids were cause you were certain one of San’s boys wanted more than innocent late-night chats… He ended up putting you in the same small study-turned-bedroom where there was a single bed and a double pull-out with Hongjoong. He originally offered to take the single, but you argued, saying his ‘old man back’ wouldn’t like it. He let you take it after that comment.

“J-joong…” you mumbled, almost inaudible. The older man's eyes snapped to your parted lips in a millisecond. Did you just say his name? No, he was definitely hearing things. “Joong, please.”

No, he definitely heard you that time. Your little panting, knitted brow, and soft moans. You weren’t having a nightmare. You were having a sex dream. And it was about him. God, did he wake up in another universe where everything went his way?! He ruffled his hair before rubbing his face in disbelief. He needed to hear you again, but as he took in your figure, he noticed you were now biting your lip, and your hips were jerking slowly. The pillow you were cuddling was tightly pressed up against your covered cunt in between your legs, and every little movement of your hips sent a shock of pleasure through your body.

You were humping your pillow at the thought of them while fast asleep.

He knew it was bad, but as his cock twitched for the millionth time he knew he needed to give himself some relief. And besides, you were sleeping, so you wouldn’t catch him only a couple of feet away from you, fucking his fists in time with your thrusts as your little moans carried out the nastiest fantasies his mind could conjure.... Right?

The thought of you laying out on his bed back at his penthouse. You're soaking on complete display as you beg him to hurry and touch you. He questions if you are a virgin, and if you were would you let him fuck you raw? Just the thought of slipping inside your tight virgin pussy while you tear up at his girth. He squeezed his cock tighter, staring at you intensely, he moved the sheets off himself, hissing slightly at the cool air hitting his hot angry tip. He needed more, he needed to hear his name spill from your mouth again. And it was as if the gods answered his prayers hearing you whimper, “P-please H-hongjoong.”

That was enough to tip him over the edge, speeding up his movements. He noticed the stutter in your hips. You were close to. He’d whisper to himself, “Let’s cum together baby. Cum all over my cock, fuuck.”

He wouldn’t be able to catch himself in time, splurting all over his hand, chest, and some dripping on his thigh. Fuck, he came so much. His eyes were shut, head leaning back against the backing of the couch. His heart was thumping in his ears so loudly he couldn’t even hear anything more. He was in complete ecstasy and peace. That was until he felt the bed dip, making his heart stop and eyes widen. “oh uh..I. um..” fuck, he was so fucked. You were sitting on the end of his bed, half asleep with the haziest expression while staring at his cock still tightly in his hand. His dick twitched, causing a groan, mostly from annoyance as he had been caught and he does even feel an ounce of guilt.

“D-did I cause t-that…” You said sweetly, so innocently. Could you get any more perfect?!

“I’m sorry angel, just go back to sleep, yeah…” He tucks himself back into his boxers, feeling his cum stick to the fabric which caused him to gag. He’s gonna have to slip out for a shower. But you didn’t budge as you took in his words. Instead, you pushed past any anxiety you had over the past days wondering whether Hongjoong liked you the same way, and moved closer to grab his hand that still had some of his cum on. You had woken up over five minutes ago before Hongjoong had creamed himself. His head was thrown back and he was in complete bliss and it caused you to cum just from the sight alone. “A-Angel…”

You didn’t let him speak another word as you placed two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Soaking them. And once they were wet enough, you pulled them out with an audible pop. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with the older male, you moved his hand down until those two wet fingers dipped into your completely ruined panties, letting him feel exactly how wet you were for him. They would slip so perfectly into your cunt causing you to sigh in relief, feeling so full just from his fingers alone. “Aren’t you gonna help me, sir.”

Hongjoong was done for.

—♡

[beenbaanbuun]

first kiss with ateez

park seonghwa

i’m of the belief that seonghwa is a gentleman through and through

unfortunately that means no kiss until at least the third date, and even then your lips would have to look particularly plush and tempting for him to even dare

a bit of pink lip gloss does the trick, drawing his gaze to your lips more than once during the restaurant date that you find yourself on

he studies them when you talk about what’s going on in your life, watching your pretty teeth peeking out from beneath them

in fact, the more you talk, the harder it gets to pull his gaze away to look you in the eyes

how can he when your lips look so, what’s the word, kissable…

and before he can even stop himself, he’s leaning across the table and is oh-so-gently holding your face in place with a hand on your cheek

your words stop in your throat as he breathes against your lips and perhaps you can’t help but find his lips a little tempting too

you close the gap, pushing your lips against his own soft pair and holding yourself in place for just a moment or two

neither of you forget that you’re in the centre of a restaurant so you pull away, sharing a silent promise that it would be the first of many

kim hongjoong

hongjoong didn’t quite know why he felt so compelled to show you his studio so early in the relationship

it was his safe space away from the rest of the world, and yet there you were, stood right in the centre of it looking like you belonged there

and he believed that you did because why else would you look so pretty under the dim lights that shone from the ceiling?

why else would he be so tempted to pull you over to his desk chair and have a long, passionate make out session with you?

he tries to shake the dirty thoughts away, but a few linger on for longer than he’d like

and as you look around the space, he can’t quite help but imagine what it would feel like to hold his lips to yours

feeling braver than usual, he struts up to you and leans into your personal space, mouth barely an inch from your own

“can i?” he whispers, eyes flickering down to watch your lips part and your tongue dart out to wet them, “want to feel your pretty mouth on mine…”

you nod and before you know it, he has a hand on your shoulder, pulling you close and his lips on yours, drinking you in

he doesn’t pull away until you’re both dizzy from a lack of oxygen, but before you can even fully catch your breath, he’s delving in for more

jeong yunho

another gentleman except he is more than happy to kiss you on the first date as long as you’re as willing as he is

because he never really believed in love as first sight, but when he sees you for the first time, kissing you is all he can thing about

spends half of his time staring at your lips, and half of his time staring at your eyes wondering how pretty it would be to watch them flicker closed as he kisses you

tries his hardest to listen to you as you talk but how is he supposed to concentrate when all he wants to do is lean in and press his own lips against yours

ends up asking you to repeat yourself pretty much every sentence but you don’t really mind because you like the way he pouts when he asks…

both of you so desperately want to kiss the other and yet neither of you say anything, until…

“is that lipstick on your teeth?” yunho asks. you try to rub it off but you’re rubbing at the wrong tooth and yunho is just giggling to himself

you ask him to get it for you, and he freezes up because he’s unsure as to whether you’re genuinely asking him or whether it’s some sort of weird way of you asking for a kiss

he plays dumb and hopes it’s the latter, leaning in a little and extending the invitation for you to close the gap, which of course, you do

you giggle against his lips as he pushes the tip of his tongue into your mouth to wipe away the lipstick

kang yeosang

you’ve been dating for a while and you both desperately want to kiss the other but you’re shy and yeosang is clueless

the two of you are trapped in a weird sort of tango where one of you will get just about brave enough to lean in for a kiss before uncertainty kicks in and you take it back

your friends can’t be around you two anymore because it’s genuinely annoying to watch you two perform this weird ritual

they’re all silently begging for the two of you to just quit the bullshit and make out (preferably not in front of them)

but even with the hints the guys drop to yeosang, he still doesn’t seem to understand that of course you want to kiss him as badly as he wants to kiss you

until one night, you’re at his dorm for a movie night that yunho invited you over for

eventually, though, he gets fed up of watching you two love sick idiots watch one another instead of the movie and he stands up with his popcorn bowl and his blanket

“i’m going to bed,” he grumbles, shooting the two of you a frustrated look, “you two need to get a grip and make out already…”

it’s the most direct hint any of the members have given to yeosang, and finally it sinks in that holy shit! maybe you want to kiss him too???

your lips are already on his the second yunho is out of the room and he can’t help but squeak in surprise before fully leaning into the kiss

it’s unsure to start with, but the two of you soon find your feet and as per yunho’s instructions, you do in fact ‘get a grip and make out’

choi san

another gentleman but only in the sense that he likes to get verbal consent before kissing you

and he’s been waiting so patiently to ask you all night but he can’t quite bring himself to interrupt you as you very cutely ramble on about some random topic

but as much as he could sit and listen to you talk about anything with your angelic voice, he just wants to lean over to where you’re sat on his bed and kiss you

you notice him zoning out after a while and your sentences trail off

“sorry, was i rambling?” you ask, growing shy

“huh?” he shakes himself out of his trance and pouts at you, “aw, you could never ramble, babe…”

while you’re grateful that he’s so quick to squash any insecurities you might have about talking too much, you can’t help but wonder what had him so deep in thought

but before you can ask, san gets there first

“can i kiss you?” you nod, but san doesn’t do anything until you actually say it

when you finally get the word out, he smiles and lunges forwards to let his lips crash against yours

it’s not a gentle kiss, but it’s not an aggressive one either

it’s more like a long awaited one, switching from slow and sensual to desperate and depraved, before going back to the former in mere seconds!

song mingi

this man can and will kiss you whenever he feels like it

don’t get me wrong, he gets so incredibly shy around you, but he is also so incredibly impulsive that the moment he gets the idea to kiss you in his head, he can’t shake it out until he’s done it

it’s only your second date, but the two of you click so well that mingi thinks he might already be in love with you

and then he says something jokingly mean, purposefully to make you pout, and he just freezes

have your lips always looked that kissable? because right now, that’s the only thing he can think about

they look so soft and pliant and pink and before he knows it, mingi is leaning down to your height, his own lips just a breath away from yours

“do you want to kiss me?” he asks with a dopey smile, “i want to kiss you…”

you nod with a dazed expression and he closes the gap, wasting no time in deepening the kiss

he puts his huge hands on your waist and holds you flush against him as he explores your mouth

after what feels like a blissful eternity, he pulls away, panting deeply as he licks at his own lips that are covered in your spit

jung wooyoung

this little shit wants to kiss you soooo bad and unfortunately for you, he can tell that you want to kiss him too

with anyone else, that wouldn’t be a problem, but wooyoung is evil and is absolutely determined to make sure the only thing you can think of all day is his lips

he spends all day biting at his lips and flicking his pretty pink tongue over them the make them glisten in the sun light

acts extra pouty just in case he didn’t already have your full attention on his lips

he can tell by the way you zone out mid sentence to stare at his mouth that he does in fact have your full attention but that doesn’t stop him

oh no, it only drives him to be oven more of a little demon

he decides he wants to get ice cream with you despite it being the middle of winter, and for some reason you agree

he eats it in such a way that gets it smothered on his lips, but with the smirk on his face you can tell it’s intentional

you try and dab it away with a napkin but he just pouts and leans in close

with a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you take the hint and press your barely concealed smile to his own lips

he transfers the ice cream to your own lips before letting his tongue dart out to lick it up

you pull away with a grossed out whine, but he pulls you back in immediately for more

choi jongho

for jongho, the urge to kiss you built up over time

like sure, on the first date he notices how pretty your lips look but all of you is pretty and that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to kiss you

but then on the second date, he can’t help but notice that you like to chew on your lips and somewhere in the back of his mind is a thought that has him shocked at himself

like, he’s known you for a little over a week, why is he daydreaming about tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before diving in for a kiss

and then suddenly, it’s the fifth date and you’re sat on his sofa curled into his side and he just can’t stop staring as you nibble on your bottom lip

there’s a deep internal conflict about what he should do because he just can’t sit and watch you unintentionally tease him anymore!

decides to be a little bold and takes a deep breath before using his thumb to tug your bottom lip free of your teeth

you look at him in surprise, but you have barely enough time to be shocked before his lips are descending on your own and you’re leaning into the best kiss of your life

it’s slow and passionate and jongho is holding onto you like your made of glass with his hands splayed across your lower back

you pull away before delving back for more immediately, gasping when you’d feel jongho’s teeth scrape against your bottom lip…

[bandgie]

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WOOYOUNG!

It's his punishment, you tell him. wooyoungie has such a bad habit of acting up, of teasing too much, starting petty arguments. you've had enough. now he has to deal with his throbbing cock all by himself while you watch. he's so pathetic with it, twisting his hand while he strokes his cock much too fast, too hard. he groans more than he moans, cries in frustration that you're not helping out. it's now that he realizes he should suck up to you, batting his pretty eyelashes and promising to be good if you lend him a hand. you think your resolve is strong, but seeing his pouty lips and teary eyes slowly makes it crumbles so you tell him all he gets is your hand and thats it. Wooyoung scrambles for your wrist to place it on his cock, making your hand into a fight fist that he uses like a fleshlight. messy hair, wet lips, staccato moans all coming from your desperate boyfriend. and that look he gives you, aroused and wild. you have to ignore the throbbing in your cunt, and remind yourself that he's punished

"Don't look at me like that Wooyoungie! Can't have my pussy, you know you've been bad."

MINGI!

It was his idea, no doubt about it. wanted to see how sensitive his cock could get before he puts it in your pussy. He thought it would be funny more than anything, but he's hardly laughing now. Mingi has been begging for your cunt for what seems like ages. trying to tell you that his cock can't take much more. you're on your back, knees pushed to upwards with your thighs apart. propped up on one elbow while your other hand strokes Mingi's aching cock. his tip is pointed at your entrance, but he's hardly so much as grazed your clit. He hates and loves it all at the same time, getting to look down on your beautiful body while jerking him off. he can see how wet your pussy is, how it glistens in the artificial light. You arousal and his spurts of cum mingling on your lower torso, it makes him want to cum again and again. he's begging for your pussy, but you both know damn well he could never tear his eyes way from the view.

"Can't be in my pussy yet Minki. I don't think you've cum enough."

[nomnomnoona]

ATEEZ IN LOVE - Jongho

Brace yourself, because Jongho's not going to be an easy one to crack. Because if you don't know him, you might not ever know he's in love with you.

We may even go so far as to say HE might not even know he’s in love with you until everything hits him like a truck, all at once.

Don't get it wrong, Jongho is a sweetheart. He's so easy to love, but he's a challenge to read.

To be honest, this whole thing is going to be a race between you and him. Who’s going to find out he’s in love with you first? You or him? Yup, read that again. I said what I said.

He might not even know he’s in love, but luckily you’re a lot more aware of him than he is of himself.

He’s a very aware and observant guy. But it’s normally only ever utilized when he’s watching other people or preparing for a performance. His quietness allows him to be observant.

But for some God-forsaken reason, he can’t apply any of that to being in love.

It’s not that he never felt it, but Jongho is never caught unaware. So when he began to realize he was looking for your smell on his jacket, or falling into a nasty mood because you weren’t around, he couldn’t quite articulate what kind of feeling was bubbling.

At first, he thought he was mad at you for becoming distant or changing, when really, it was him. He was seeing you differently.

And he didn’t like it.

Why were you glowing?

Why did he have the sudden urge to reach out and touch your cheeks?

Why couldn’t he stop staring at your lips?

And since when did you banshee singing voice sound like music to his ears? HIS ears? A national treasure. A UNESCO heritage site—Jongho’s precious ears, the aide to his angelic voice—his ears craved the sound of you squawking to a trot song.

Jongho in love is a lot to unpack.

Jongho is rarely ever confused. If anything, of all his hyungs, his intellectual compass conks out the least.

You see, while others brighten up, get erratic, or sadden when they're in love, Jongho somehow falls into bomb detonator mode.

You know how the bomb squad is so focused when trying to deactivate a bomb? Yeah, he gets like that.

It's like his insides are freaking out.

Suddenly he forgot how to talk to you. He can't make eye contact. He’s unable to function. How the hell are you even doing this to him?

The man retreats into a very silent meltdown. One where he just goes over and over the way the corner of your eyes wrinkle when you laugh or the way he imagines what kissing you would be like.

No one actually teaches anyone what love is. There’s no lesson about how to identify if you’re in love. It’s just one of those things you’re just supposed to learn in life as you live it.

That shit infuriated Jongho because he hates not understanding the reason behind something.

He then finds himself suspiciously prepared for first-degree murder whenever his hyungs bring up his unprocessed feelings for you or the chemistry you two have.

That one time Mingi pulled Jongho aside to check if he knew how to use a condom, gave Mingi one of the most prominent shin bruises he’a ever had.

Let the man figure it out on his own, guys.

Isn't love supposed to be blissful?

Why can't Jongho sleep?

Why doesn’t his pillow smell like you?

Where even were you if you wouldn’t be next to him or him you?

He may have resisted this for a good amount of time, but the moment it dawns on him that he's in love with you, things start to fall into place.

His gentleness takes over.

Jongho suddenly wants to do everything to protect you, express his loyalty, and make you smile. To him, loving you was always something he could do so easily. The challenge was realizing he loved you and was sexually attracted to you at the same time.

Jongho always knew you were someone he could never live without. It was only when he realized his love for you that he saw life beyond him being a constant friend. He now saw life where you were all he needed. He wanted you to see him as your forever person.

When you finally agreed to date him, you expected things would start slow. Instead, you walked right into the perfect date where you two did everything you wanted.

Jongho never forgets. He never forgets those times you pointed at things you liked or wanted to do. He realized how deeply he knew you all these years.

He never missed out on anything about you.

Though it seems as though he had just fallen in love with you, the truth is actually that he had loved you so much he was already in a place where loving you was his first instinct.

It just so happened that it took him this long to realize that he wanted you to be the only one he loved this way.

You were the only one he could see.

And though it took a while, he soon realized you were all he wanted to see.

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

ATEEZ!BF COMFORTING YOU WHEN YOURE FEELING SAD

Pairing: ateez x gn!reader

Warnings:(bad writing), reader is sad:/, anxiety, tell me if i missed something!!

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Maknae line~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[outro-jo]

ateez and silly moments

pairing: ateez members x reader

type: scenario

warnings: none

request: yes

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hongjoong- your boyfriend makes the silliest noises. give him a quiet moment with you and he’s gotta use his voice somehow. whether it’s cute little hums of a melody he’s working out or an imitation of a cartoon character or just random nonsensical noises. his favorite is when you repeat them back to him, it’s like you two have a little language.

seonghwa- most of the time seonghwa loves having you around to built lego sets with him… most of the time. it’s sweet when you two are sitting together building a set, a taylor swift record softly filling the room, but every once in a while you get a silly streak to be destructive and knock the small stack of blocks down. your giggles overlap with the music as seonghwa gives you a death glare. of course, it’s never a completed build because you aren’t a monster and it’s all in good fun but that doesn’t mean you aren’t getting a playful, light smack in return.

yunho- he is ALWAYS doing some kind of goofy, physical gag especially if he can get his hands on a prop. it’s really fun going somewhere that has a statue because he’s gonna pretend to have a conversation with them. he always just dancing around or miming something out just to be silly and make you laugh.

yeosang- this man is so fun when he’s drunk. you love your boyfriend dearly but it does take quite a bit to get him out of his shell and the quickest way to do that it with alcohol. it starts with spinning the soju bottle to get the little tornado in the bottle then next thing you know he’s screaming psy in a karaoke microphone. the two of you are always in the corner of the booth laughing over literally nothing, falling into each other.

san- one thing about san is he’s gonna make things a competition. not in a negative, stressful way because he really doesn’t even care about winning, but he just loves making simple, mundane things exciting. he loves to race you when walking to places and “kissing the winner” when he slows up right before you reach the entrance. or entering “taekwondo teacher” mode and trying to see if you can do the high kicks. but everything he does is in good spirits and to get a smile on your face.

mingi- one of mingi’s favorite things to do is play dinosaurs. he stomps around with his hands tucked up to his torso, growling as he slowly chases you around the apartment. the best is when he finally catches up with you and attacks you… with cuddles.

wooyoung- wooyoung is the definition of silly but he’s peak silly when teasing you. he’s always poking you or purposefully bumping into you and often joking that you’re the one hitting him. he pokes his lip out in a pout and asks why you’re doing it while continuing to jab you lightly with his shoulder or hip.

jongho- flirt! jongho is one of the biggest flirts and he loves to fluster you. he comes up with the silliest, cheesiest pick up lines and does them so sincerely, following it up with a cheeky wink. you’re not quite sure if you should blush or laugh. coming from anyone else it would be awful and cringe-worthy but from him it just works so well.

[verytalented]

Do me a favor

Pairings: San x black reader

Series of short stories

Word count: 523

→ Summary; hard hours with San

Smut pwp

The two of you cuddle against each other on the sofa while watching a movie. It's been a while since the two of you relaxed. With his busy schedules and you as well, let's just say you were a little bit needy for his touch.

So you began to run your fingers through his hair slowly messaging his scalp. "mmhn... y/n" he groaned slightly. A smile slightly tugged at your lips as you slowly began to love the sounds he was making completely forgetting about the movie in general. Your other hand slips down to his cover dick. You start to press down on his sensitive area as a moan slips past his lips. You feel him getting hard. Before he can look down at what you're doing you tug at his hair keeping his eyes focused on the the screen. "Who said you could look at what I'm doing to you hmm?" you question him, you can hear his breathing quicken. "No one m-mistress" You smiled "Good. Now do me a favor and be a good boy." He nodded his head yes and bit his bottom lip. "Miss, can you please touch me for real, I wanna feel you"

"I don't know if you deserve to feel me. How 'bout you beg for it." You can see the desire in his eyes as he bucks his hips up and your hand trying to get any type of friction between his legs. "fuck Please I've been so good for you. I'll fuck you so hard, please mistress" he pled. You couldn't help yourself you got on your knees and pulled his pants down. He was only left with his dick hitting his belly. The sight was eye candy. As he hiss at the coldness of the air hitting his dick. You can see how hard he was as precum leaked from the tip of his dick. You lick the tip of his dick while holding eye contact with him. His breath hitch slightly with the sudden sensation from your tongue. You engulf his dick down and swirled your tongue at the tip and licking up all of his precum. “Omg mistress… it feels so… fuck” just hearing him try his hardest trying to form words just was turn on itself.

He grip the sides of the sofa with fingers nails making scratches on sofa. You began to message his balls and this sent him over the edge. “If you keep at it im g-gonna cum” he said in a shaky voice. You continued the same actions with your mouth swallowing him whole. He through his head back and moaned loudly. He bucked his hips into your mouth and hot cum shot down your throat. You gladly swallow all of it.

You left your mouth off his dick with a poping sound. His body went limp and his breathing slowed “damn I wasn’t expecting that” San let out in a huff.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest” you said. You can see blush come across his face. “Can I… um. Fuck you now mistress” San said to you with lustful eyes.

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A/N: dude it’s been so long since I’ve written something I low-key feel like Coryxkenshin leaving for 9 months and then come back with a banger. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this I don’t know when I’m coming back with something else.

[gottagetback2u]

✰ ateez doing ur makeup!

warnings: boyfriend ateez makes me very lonely. lighthearted joking! cursing, emojis used. established relationships! don’t expect too much from these boys lol. inconsistent use of correct spelling.

gotta match it up with the skz one 😋

-✰ seonghwa

im gonna guess that this man has memorized his own routine that the makeup department does for him, so doing ur makeup is no problem. he is honestly so good. u sometimes ask him to do ur base when ur tired bc he’s just that good. will take his sweet time with u, his boba eyes just holding so much attention to ur face 🥹

-✰ hongjoong

SURPRISE SURPRISE. this man is not tHAT good, i will say, but it’s the effort that he puts in that takes him up a notch. will definitely want to do something edgy, like black smudged eyeshadow all around ur lids, harsh contour and a lip color that stands out. nothing is perfect, but he’s so passionate about it! (if u ask nicely, he will try is best to do something more “soft”)

-✰ yuhno

menace. more than u think. it will start out with soft stares and compliments to ur complexion, until he gets to the “hard parts”. eye makeup is not his thing. will put a bright blue all over ur lids messily, stating that he just wants u to “try something different”. will be laughing the whole time too 😐

-✰ yeosang

another member that i think is surprisingly good! the application might not be the best (will put foundation on a brush before he puts it on ur skin 🥲), but he will blend it all the way out! even if it does look cakey at the end, he’s like “ur skin never looks like this, what did i do wrong :/“

-✰ san

tell him what to do, and he will try his best! it may seem unlikely, but he is really good at following directions 😭 especially if u show him an example first! wants to do his best for u, so will constantly ask u over and over “is this ok? it looks bad doesn’t it 😕” reassure him pls!

-✰ mingi

a mess. he’s more nervous about messing up than anything,, he just wants to do a good job for u :( if u ask him, he will INSIST that it has to start out with just concealer and powder, until he works his way up to a full face. u guys have a schedule once a week that he practices on u :’) quality time 😫😫

-✰ wooyoung

so sassy with it. doesn’t even want ur help, just brags about how he has seen it all before and knows what to do. next thing u know, powder contour is going on before foundation and he’s constantly putting more concealer over everything to “fix it”

-✰ jongho

doesn’t even want to do it. “who said this is a thing ur bf has to do 🤨” but, when u beg him for a bit, he lets up, agreeing to doing anything other than foundation. he has confidence in ur eye makeup, and if he messes up, just covers it with ur “sparkly eye stuff”. honestly turns out wearable and kinda cute! don’t ask again tho, he will say no

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[hissecretsin]

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“say please, say it.” his voice was bitter, grounded with jealousy as his eyes roamed your naked body. his bratty ways coming through as his mind went back to days prior. wooyoung wasn’t the one to stay mad… but remembering the way you would tease him during work hours , strutting yourself like the vixen you truly are made him see red. You knew the rules, no office play… be a good girl and he will reward you. But now-

“woo- please… i didn’t mean-ugh fuck- please-” you tried your best to withhold from such pleasure, his tormenting ways was doing too much to you. It was unexplainable, you enjoyed the pain. the sudden ups and downs of lust was the only thing pushing you thru such bullshit. wooyoung stayed neutral, avoiding your glassy round eyes and quivering lips as your climax rounded the corner, threatening to spill such passionate words as you neared your end with violent thrashes.

“you never listen to me, huh princess? i warned you, multiple times that you should be professional at work and my little slut at home. Hmm… i guess you like being punished. Huh?” He sneered, a slight chuckle as he presses another button making the vibrating toy lodged deep within your cunt come back to life, as well as the one pinched around your nipples and clit squeezed tighter making you throw your head back on a silent scream.

“next time you don’t follow the rules, i won’t stop till you cry with pain. understood?” wooyoung warned once again, immediately putting a full stop to the painful games as he relieved you of your torment, roughly thrusting into you when he could, making you see a bright white light. between heavy grunts and quick movements, he helped you reached the peak of ecstasy, calling out his name in a blissful manner just as sleep caught up to you. forgetting the games and punishments.. you vowed silently to continue with his rules even if at times you wanted to rile him up.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Fic 5: 'Shh, There's People In The Other Room

Trope: Roommates

Content Includes: Jongho x gn!reader, voyeurism, angst, unrequited love and one-sided pining, mutual masturbation, perv!Jongho, dirty talk, cum play

Word Count: 611

The ache in Jongho’s pants grew as he heard the sounds of pleasure cry out from the other side of the walls, his hands clutched against the sheets and his heart beginning to race. 

‘Fuck’ He murmured out as his hand snaked his way down his belly, his eyes scrunching as he palmed himself over the fabric of his pyjama pants. 

‘Can you see me?’ 

The muffled sentence had him jolting against the sheets, moving himself closer to the wall so he could hear more of what you were saying. 

‘Yeah…I’ll just, adjust my phone. How about now?’

Jongho could feel his chest turn red and his breathing start to stagger, his fingers tracing around the waistband of his briefs, his hazy eyes staring up at the ceiling. 

‘Are you watching?’ 

‘Yes’ Jongho murmured to himself as his thoughts wandered to you in the other room, showing yourself to some unknown person. 

Pre-cum was already beading around the tip and he hissed out in sensitivity, quickly grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and biting into it, trying to stifle his groans. 

‘Hmmm, I’m already dripping wet for you’ He heard you sigh out and the breathiness of your voice was elevating his pleasure, his fingers stroking his shaft, his shirt wet with saliva, his heart aching for you. 

He shouldn’t feel this way about you, he didn’t want too, everyone knows the cardinal rule of not fucking your roommate. 

And yet it was your voice and face that flashed through his mind as he jerked himself off, not even other people satisfied his needs, he only yearned for you. 

‘Shh, there’s people in the other room. I have to be quiet’. 

Jongho’s hand sped up as his hand became slick with his own wetness, taking the time to roll his wrist and squeeze the tip, his brow furrowed and his body covered in a sheet of sweat. 

Don’t be quiet, Jongho thought, Let me hear you. Let me hear you moan for me. Let me hear you fall apart and pretend I’m the one responsible for it. 

‘Are you feeling just as good as I am?’ 

‘Mmm-mhh’ He groaned out as the coil in his stomach tightened, his cock dripping, wet and swollen, his thoughts and fantasies were filled with you. 

Your whines grew in pitch to Jongho, this meant you were probably close and his thoughts began to spiral into a more shadowy area. 

How would you taste against his fingers? Would you prefer slow and deep or fast and hard? 

‘I’m cumming…I’m cumming’ 

‘Yes..cum for me’ He accidentally let out a breathy groan, the fabric of his t-shirt barely muffling his arousal, his thighs tensing as he was close to his peak. 

A loud whine bounced against the walls as he listened to your climax, the image of your flushed cheeks, your warm body, how slick and tight you’d feel right now. 

‘Ahh..Ahh’ Jongho covered his hand with his mouth as cum spurted over his fingers, his groan stifled by his hand as his briefs became wet and stained. 

He panted into the empty air as he heard you shuffling in the other room, his climax slowly leaving and feelings of guilt and disgust filled his stomach. 

Jongho wiped his hand off on the outside of his briefs, rolling over and letting out a sigh of disappointment before closing his eyes. 

He knows he shouldn’t keep doing this. He knows that it’s probably wrong. 

But he can’t stop. 

The walls are the only thing between maintaining the status quo as your roommate and his growing obsession with you.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

noodle night.

Genre: drabble; crack, fluff, platonic, best friend! au

Requested: yes

Warnings: i made it lowkey deep for no reason at the end, anyways don't read to much into it. just a fun lil drabble

Synopsis: Seonghwa dealing with your random antics might just be his favourite thing ever.

Author's Notes: i hope you enjoy this dear 👹 anon who requested. i made it short and sweet, i hope that's okay. please feel free to request anything in the future, or just chat to me and stuff because you seem like an awesome person. without further ado, i hope you enjoy the drabble <33

"What are you doing up?"

Seonghwa asked, peeking through his tired, heavy eyes as he squinted in the dim light of the kitchen. It was currently 2:27 am and he needed sleep.

But his best friend happened to be you. It was not an uncommon occurrence for him to catch you up like this.

"I- I could ask you the same question," you gave him the side eye and crossed your arms, deflecting his question completely. You had just finished making noodles for yourself before Seonghwa caught you. You reached for the chopsticks and went to work on them.

"Well," you mixed your noodles up in your bowl, "if you must know- I woke up because, you know, I needed something. Accept I forget what that something was. Anyways, I ended up making noodles! Want some?"

You fluttered your eyelashes innocently while your best friend looked at you with a glare.

"All I wanted was some water," Seonghwa sighed as he poured himself a pint of deliciously cold water and downed that bad boy there and then. He was thirsty for no reason. Maybe he was coming down with something?

But that midnight water hit different, so he went in for another pint, pouring the rejuvenating liquid into his cup. He forgot you even asked him a question.

So you slurped your hot noodles down while he inhaled another glass of water. Things felt right. This was very normal behaviour. A typical thing friends do together. A simple moment two close people share with each other. Seonghwa would appreciate the mundane absurdness of your character a little bit more if it didn't happen too frequently.

"You're weird, by the way," he said between gasps of air as he drank his third glass of water. He was definitely coming down with something.

"I'm weird? Your the one lapping up water like you'd be on death's door without it" you retorted, looking at him with playful judgement.

Seonghwa took this moment to gaze at you with a relaxed, knowing smile. And then he realised that he did appreciate your waking up at 2 am. He took in your disarrayed hair, the over-worn hoodie you always wore, the scraped-off nail polish from your fingertips... There was a lot to be said about you. Most didn't have the patience with you. But Seonghwa?

It was funny because he didn't even view it as being patient with you. He had stuck with you for so long that he didn't even care. Your weird antics meant a lot to him. They were precious to him in an odd kind of way. You waking up in the middle of the night to make yourself noodles; he treasures that. He doesn't know why, and he barely knows it at all. But when he takes in moments like this, he realises that your funny little routines are keeping him alive.

"What are you staring at" you gurgled in between mouthfuls of your noodles. His fond smile never faded as he looked down at the bowl in your hands.

"I craving some noodles now, too."

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐇𝐰𝐚 ♡

【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.

『Word count』 : 6.66k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance.   

Pairing: Childhood friends!SanHwa x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Alcohol. Cnc themes. Dark themes. Mentions of Fucking in the woods. Mention of rough sex and wanting to be manhandled. Predator/Prey Play. Rough play. Name calling. Pet names, bunny Doll.. Slight dubcon. Strangers-friends-lovers?? Mention of unprotected sex. Photographs. Mention of Mingi and the others joining in. Wearing masks during sexual activities. Pervi mingi, hehe. Breast play. Dirty talk.

Note: Thank you, my darling @itsnotmydejavu , for reading this and giving me some feedback, hehe. Couldn't do it without your help.♡♡

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The party was loud and crazy. Not your type of scene at all. But your best friend, Yunho, threw it to celebrate him and his dance crew winning their first competition and, of course, celebrate you finally coming home. At first, you pleaded with Yunho, not wanting to have the attention put on you, so this was the best alternative.

A joint celebration.

Getting ready for this stupid party got you anxious beyond knowing. It had been years since you’d seen them. You were close with all of them as you all basically grew up together in your teen years. But when you went to college overseas for a couple of years. It was like meeting different people when you had graduated and came back home. They had all grown so much, and since you were out of the country, it was hard to keep in contact with all of them. All of them except Yunho, who even flew over a couple of times to see you.

But you were back now and hanging out with eight grown-ass men that still act like children has become increasingly hard. Most of them act as if nothing changed and as if you weren’t gone for over six years. But then there was Seonghwa and San. They were different. Not in a bad way, of course, but still… strange. It's like they were more touchy. San’s hand would linger longer on your lower back when you were all out heading to a restaurant when you first got back. Or when you were over at Yunho’s place getting ready for said night and you couldn’t get your dress zipped up, and luckily Seonghwa just happened to walk past Yunho’s room and spot you struggling.

His finger gazed over your long back tattoo you had gotten while away, whispering so softly that it was beautiful and how it suited you. For a moment, you swore he was going to zip it down instead of up just so he could get a peek at your soft plump ass. Cause you see both San and Seonghwa liked you—a lot. Ever since you were teens, both men had a crush on you. They loved spending time with you, listening to you laugh, and they loved how you were always comfortable around them. Freely snuggling, late-night chats. 

But they needed more. 

San used to sneak into Seonghwa’s room and chat about all the filthy things they thought of about you. And god, the shyness you had just made them know that if they were to say those things aloud, you would certainly freak. No, they were both under the assumption you were too innocent to know how much you affected them. You tortured them. Like the way you cuddled up to San on his couch, acting all sweet with your tits pressed firmly against his side and your head resting on his chest while you watched movies. Or when you had asked Seonghwa to spoon you sometimes cause you were stressing about work and your soft ass would be pressed so nicely against his lap. Just inches away from his aching hard cock.

Oh, the way he would imagine shoving his cock between your thighs fucking them roughly. San would continue saying he sometimes pictures coming deep inside your pussy, claiming you as his. Both of them were drugged on the idea of you. And as years went by and you disappeared for six years, it broke them. All the others went on to dating and enjoying life but the two of them were stuck on you. Like they were unable to move on from you. 

And then you came back. You were just as beautiful. More even, as the day you left. You were a grown woman with lustful desires. And they were just the men to help you.

They got their friends to help them get out of the friend zone, getting plenty of suggestions for cute dates and lovey-dovey confessions. But San came up with an idea that Seonghwa knew would be even more perfect than their friend's proposals. Now, all they needed to do was play their cards right, or risk ruining their friendship and / or coming off as a creep.

“Come on, yuyu, I already agreed to this party. What more do you want.” You laughed, sipping on your drink that Wooyoung had fixed for you. It was just you, Wooyoung, and Yunho sitting on the couch in the boy's house. Yunho was trying to get any gossip out of you about your life away, but you really had nothing to say. And then he asked about any special someones. “I’m not about to let you play matchmaker. Last time you tried, you set me up with a skittish boy.” It wasn’t like that poor boy wasn’t nice at all, but he just wasn’t exactly your type.

“Oh, so who would you prefer? Mingi or San, perhaps? Oh, what about Seonghwa,” Wooyoung chuckled, entering into the lounge with a tray of snacks. Your face became flustered all too quickly, hearing Wooyoung call out a bundle of his friends' names, but who really caught your attention was San and Seonghwa. They were both so sweet, like true gentlemen, and they were very attractive, but there was always something missing.

“I mean… They are hot and all.” You trailed off feeling a wave of embarrassment. You’ve never been one to talk about your love life, especially to your friends. You looked briefly around the room, staring at the hallway for a moment, making sure there was no one else in the room. But little did you know Seonghwa and San were in the kitchen getting their own drinks to come and join you. They had asked Wooyoung to slip in the idea of the two, curious of what your answer might be. They had both realized you had never really called them attractive before, let alone something like hot. San gave the other man a surprised expression at the sheer thought of them being good-looking in your eyes. Like a hint of pride burned in their chests. But something got stronger... A feeling... a worried feeling.

“I think there’s a but…” Seonghwa whispered to the younger male.

“I just… I don’t really know..” You rubbed your thumb against the cold glass.

“Let me guess,” Wooyoung tucked his feet under his ass before taking a quick sip of what you assumed to be Soju with some strawberry soda mixed with it. “You are worried they are gonna be too much for you.…” His words made you spit out your drink. 

Then Yunho continued, “They probably want to fuck you like a whore.” Yunho cackled making you slap his shoulder almost making him spill his drink. You felt so embarrassed but it wasn’t because you were worried they’d fuck you like a slut. You were worried you’d like it too much if they did. So you had to correct them. 

“They are sweet guys. Gentlemen. They wouldn’t do such a t-thing.” 

“No, no, I get it.” Wooyoung chimed in, wiping his tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard. Frustration built up in the men that stood in the kitchen, San even going as far as mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to Seonghwa as he began to pace around the room. That was the ultimate reason you never really showed them they had a chance. You thought neither of them could fuck you properly? They were too nice for you? All this time hiding their secret desires from you, being too worried they’d scare you off cause you were such a shy little thing. They never even thought that you were just as sex depraved as them?

Seonghwa and San decided to sneak back to Hwa’s room in order to complete their plan now that they know about your secret desire to be fucked like a bitch in heat. They were going to have fun and this party was going to be the perfect cover for their sinister plan.

-

So this brings you back to the present. Wandering through crowds of people dressed in various stage outfits the boys had performed in. Most of them dressed at these people called "evil ones" or as fans started to call them "halateez." The clothing was cool, Gothic cyberpunk. Something you've never really worn before. You decided on one of their more light-hearted dance costumes. It was during when they first started doing competitions, and someone had suggested white outfits for one of their performances, and luckily, they all agreed. So here you were in bunny ears like Seonghwa had and a white knee-length poofy dress with a sweetheart neckline, and instead of a silver puffer jacket you opted for a silver shall.

To say you stick out like a sore thumb was an understatement.

But you tried to enjoy yourself nonetheless. Wooyoung had dared you to sleep with someone, and you now being a full-grown adult able to make perfectly reasonable decisions, of course, took up Wooyoung’s stupid bet even though you were freaking out about it. This wasn’t something you would normally do. No, you are someone to stay home, cuddle up with your favourite plushie as you friend the filthy dark fantasies no one knew about. But here you are, scanning your eyes around the first floor of the house from just standing in the doorway of the lounge room, looking to see if anyone caught your eye and let's get this straight, proving Wooyoung wrong was something you too great pride in...

The whole house was open and lively. The large living room had all its furniture against the wall, making room for a dance floor and table with a huge speaker set, blasting loud music.

You had to shake your head at the fact you were actually contemplating Wooyoung’s stupid idea. The said man and one of his friends found you. They linked their arms with yours, leading you down the hallway to the kitchen where your best friend and host, Yunho, was hanging out. He was dressed like a pirate—completed with a hat and sword— and held himself with the confidence of one. You took in all the other boys, seeing all their various spectator costumes. Hugging each of them, you notice Mingi and his open vest outfit with big round shades on the top of his head. He finished his fit with a cane. Kinda making him look like a sexy version of Willy Wonka.

"Where's San and Hwa?" You asked, well half-shouted in Mingi's ear as they all went back to chatting amongst themselves. The only two boys that weren't present were the two you were hoping to see. You had to brace a hand on Mingi's shoulder, going up on tiptoes to make sure he heard you.

Mingi just smirked at you while you leaned in close to him. He gazes down your body as you speak, letting him see perfectly down the dress you're wearing. "They seem to be running late, Princess. Something about missing a part of their costumes." Mingi answered sweetly, turning his head so his jaw rubbed against the soft skin of your cheek, making you hum slightly, all the while he eyed your plump chest without being too obvious about it of course.

Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of Mingi so close to you. His hand snaked around your waist so he could support you up. You tried to ignore the rush of thrill he managed to send through your body. Opting to pull away and pout at him for what he said. Trying to shake any lusting thoughts that started to appear. "Damn, who's going to look after my purse while I dance then?" 

You hummed, holding your purse tightly in your grasp as you gestured to your dress not to be very accommodating for your little purse and phone since there were no pockets. Mingi had to sigh, letting his eyes now freely rake down your body. Taking in your outfit that besides being a knee-high dress, it matched Seonghwa's stage outfit to a tea. He was kind of jealous that you dressed like one of his members instead of him.

You could tell Mingi was bluntly checking you out, playing it off like he was just simply looking at you. Redness appeared slightly on your cheeks, feeling a sense of pride mixed with shyness. The beefcake of a man grabbed your stuff before you could say anything else; 

“I’ll look after it, princess. Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He gave you a charming smile watching him slip your stuff into his large pant pockets before zipping it up, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. You murmured a little flustered thank you having no idea how Mingi could have possibly heard it over the music, but your hand on his chest let you feel the little hum he made, making you know he heard you. And for just a moment, it lingered. Your bodies close to one another. Mingi smelt like fresh pine, musk, and wine. The scent etching in the back of your brain making you dizzy. You needed to pull away from him now before you do something stupid.

“I-I’m going to go find the others now.” Your eyes caught his in an intense gaze, making you feel hot and bothered. A smirk curved on his full lips while his tongue poked out to trace them ever so slightly. You hadn’t realized you were fixated on them until someone shouted, getting your attention.

“Have fun, princess. If you ever need something, come find me.” He brought your face only inches away from his so he could whisper in your ear, making sure to linger there for a moment before letting you go entirely. 

-

After you left, most of the other boys flaked, heading to the dance floor or to mingle with whoever else was invited. Mingi and Yunho, on the other hand, stayed in the kitchen, watching all the chaos unfold as they took another round of shots together. That was when San and Seonghwa finally showed up, walking swiftly through the halls towards the other men. Mingi had kept his eyes on you the whole time, seeing you were now standing and chatting with some old high school friends near the dance floor. His stare dragged from your ass to finally look at the men of the hour, seeing San and Seonghwa were definitely dressed to impress.

“You’re girl is already here.” He said while Yunho nodded in confirmation, pointing in your direction so the two men who were dressed head to toe in black tackle wear, and scream masks hanging off their belts could take a look at you. Both Seonghwa and San glanced in your direction, seeing the outfit you were wearing. The way the bottom hem of your dress was fluttering while you swayed side to side, clearly deep into whatever conversation you were having. And the way you were dressed looking like Seonghwa’s stage fit in particular got Hwa’s cock thickening in his pants. He wanted to bend you over where you stood and shove his cock deep in your pussy, claiming you for everyone to see while you squealed and squirmed under him. See if you call him a gentleman after that.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Both men turned back to Mingi, who held out a phone for him. “She gave me this to hold on to,” He explained and for a moment, jealousy brewed in both San and Seonghwa for a moment at the thought of you letting anyone but them hold onto your things. Mingi could sense the shift in their eyes, only smirking at the thought of successfully getting under their skin. And the worst thing out of it all, the two men weren’t oblivious to the way their friend looked at you. Heck, they all looked at you just the same. Seonghwa and San had planned to get to the party before you to ensure the others didn’t get any ideas towards you. But deep down they knew, none of them would encourage you or give you any offer you wouldn’t like.

“I’ll be taking that.” San grabbed the phone before slipping it into his large pant pocket by his knee. All the boys then gazed back in your direction, spotting you were now dancing with some random people you most likely knew from school. Both men got a better look at your outfit this time. How soft and shiny the material of your flowy dress was that sat beautifully on your body. How your breasts swelled at the top, or how your ass was perfect enough to grab. 

The cherry on top was how your legs looked, plump thighs on display for everyone to see. When you twirled again both San and Seonghwa watched the way your tits jiggled with every move you took, and bit back a groan at the realization you weren’t wearing a bra or you were wearing a loose-fitting one. They wondered if you were wearing panties under that pretty dress too. They wondered if you were dancing with the fear of flashing your pussy to every guy in the room with each twist of your hips. What a fucking slut, San thought, sexual frustration and affection creating an intoxicating haze in his mind. The urge to make you his slut was almost overwhelming.

“She’s needy tonight, by the way,” Mingi’s words caught the attention of the men. Mingi then glanced quickly around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping, noting Yunho had gone to get refills. “She was practically ready to kiss me before shying away and running off to the dance floor.” Mingi then chuckled, seeing the shock on their faces, getting up from the bar stool he was sitting on so he could pat their shoulders. “You gonna be, you know, able to woo her? She’s not gonna come quietly or rather confidently.”

Both San and Seonghwa smirked, not letting themselves be anything less than self-assured that you’d end the night begging them to let you out of the friend zone. They were going to make it their mission to get you outta your shell and make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets. Neither of them could wait any longer to watch you come apart on each of their cocks, bent over with your face down and ass up while one pounded your pussy. And then pining you so the other can fuck your mouth until you were crying through your release. Although San and Seonghwa have clued in their friends to their plan to fuck you, they hadn’t told the extent of the rough plan they had to completely ruin you for any other man.

“Oh don’t worry, we have a plan,” Seonghwa answered confidently, flicking his gaze at San with a knowing expression.

“Why, you want a piece of her or something, Min?” San cocked his brow, making Mingi give his friend a long firm look, trying to work out if the question was a trap or not. But he just shrugged, downing the last of his drink as if to say he’d fuck around and find out.

“Hey, man I’d be more happy to dick her down.” He said smugly. “But you know you probably gotta take what’s yours first before you go around offering.” Mingi shot a cheeky look before disappearing into the crowd without another word.

-

You started to feel a sense of loneliness filling your emotions as you too amongst sweaty bodies and loud beats of music. you had explored the second floor and most of the rooms on the first, but you could seem to find San or Seonghwa. You were starting to think they weren’t going to show. You had to shake your head in embarrassment thinking about what if Wooyoung spilled the beans about your stupid plan to seduce them. Let's face it you weren’t cut out with all this flirting and wooing and blah blah. You weren’t cut out for anything, but your alone time.

You turned to look back into the kitchen to see if any of the boys were still there, but then an overwhelming presence caught your attention that loomed against the wall of the large hallway. Your breath hitched seeing the two very tall men standing out in the crowd. Even though you couldn’t see either of their eyes, you knew their intense gaze was on you. They were both dressed the same head to toe, and their ghostface masks matched except one was the original mask, and the other was a shiny red style. Your eyes trailed down, finding their t-shirts were tucked into black cargo pants that hung low on their trimmed waist, the bottom of their pants both disappearing into black combat boots.

You shook your head, trying to shake the idea of any other men other than the ones you wanted. So you turned and almost blotted towards the garden, hoping to see if the boys were there. The two men looked at one another, knowing they both had a confused expression. This was going to be harder than they expected. The shyness was going to be harder to crack than they thought.

-

Standing out on the patio, you see partygoers dancing and cheering on the deck. Your eyes once again met one of the masked men. And even though their faces were covered, you knew their gazes were constantly fixated on you. There was no doubt they were grinning like Cheshire cats. You needed to know who these two men were. But more importantly, needed to get away from the loudness. You noticed the fire pit down the small hill of the back yard, and if you stretched your stare further, it led to forestry. a forest that just so happened to have a clubhouse you and your friends built way back when. No one knows about it other than the boys and you.

I wonder if it's still up? You thought, quickly forgetting about the two men that you have been coincidentally running into the past hour, but yet neither of them made a move to talk to you. You noticed fewer people milling about the further you walked. Some still circled around the fire pit while others were making out behind oak trees. You ignored them all, heading down the slow-sloping grass hill. The sound of the party and the thumping ear-bashing bass grew distant the further you walked. 

Once at the edge of the trees, you dug your heels into the soft earth so you would stop yourself for a moment. A strange feeling circled you at the thought you were being watched. Looking around, you saw nothing, which in toe, made your gut twist further. You looked back at the house and spotted Mingi standing on the deck, leaning on the wooden railing while smoking a cigarette. Though It was too far to tell exactly, you had a feeling Mingi had been watching you the entire time. It doesn’t appear to ease the jitters in your gut thought, but you decide to keep going, shaking the walking red flag that seemed to loom over your body. For some reason, you had become desperate to see the old little clubhouse. See if it’s still standing. Maybe it was nostalgia or just the alcohol running through your veins. Whatever it might be, you pushed past the feeling of having eyes on your back as you finally spotted the old rustic tree house you came all this way out for. 

Opening the latch with a little tug, you managed to climb the wonky stairs that led into the old oak cabin-like structure. It was built around the trunk of a large old elm tree, so the trunk went straight through the ‘living room’ as you and the boys called it. The rusty creak of the door catches your attention, and your heart jumps out of your chest suddenly spinning back to where the gate is. “I’m losing my mind...” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you shouldn't have had those shots of soju with Yeosang before heading down here.

“I wouldn’t sell yourself short their sugarcube.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and if it wasn’t for the full moonlight shining through the plastic-covered windows, you wouldn’t have seen the man who owned the said voice. He was one of the men wearing the Ghostface masks. Unlike the other male who wore the traditional one, he wore a red one with little devil horns on the top. 

“W-Who are you.” The two men had been following you all night, and it's only now come to your attention that they were the eyes you felt while you walked through the woods. They had followed you here. To sacred ground. You and your friends hide away from the real world. But what really started to cloud your mind was the fact you couldn’t help but notice his voice. Without the loud music and wasted people around you, crashing into you every time you moved. You sensed a hint of familiarity. You tilted your head to the side as you gazed at his full figure. Now that you thought about it, his whole demeanour was familiar. 

“Pick a safe word.” you were starting to wonder where the other man might have been given these two had seemly always travelled in pairs from your knowledge. And though his voice startled you, you were not surprised to hear it.

“What?” You replied to the white Ghostface.

“Pick a safe word, bunny. And whatever we do stops the moment you use it.” he urged this time, a thread of desperation in his tone. You felt your head spin at his tone, wondering just how you managed to end up in some kind of dark fantasy of yours. Not that you were complaining. His voice began to bug your brain, too. You knew you recognized it, but you just weren’t sure who it belonged to. But your curiosity was officially piqued, and even though you were throwing caution out the window. You knew if there was any true danger and you no longer wanted to do anything, Mingi would most likely stay on the patio until you showed up again, so he would come running if you screamed loud enough.

“Purple.” You murmured in a short hum.

His shoulders relaxed and you could hear the grin in his voice as the red ghost face replied, “Purple, it is sugarcube.” He held his black-gloved hand out to you.

For a moment, you just looked at it. Your eyes trailed up his muscled arm to the devilish ghost face mask and then over his shoulder to the pitch-black woods beyond the window. You weren’t sure what he had planned for you, but the way your cunt began to leak at the thought of being fucked in your high school hangout had you thinking about bad decisions. As you come face to face with a red ghost face mask you slowly let out a shaky breath, feeling his body heat consume you. Maybe you should be scared. Maybe you should just use the safe word or try and run back to the party and forget about everything. But with their sinful aura and their lingering words, you pressed closer, “A-are you two gonna fuck me hard enough to make me scream. Sirs.”

“Oh, Bunny.” The white ghost face man growled, tugging your waist from behind until you were turned around, facing him. He slowly walked you back until you were pressed firmly against the thick tree trunk. Your shall luckily protected your shoulders from the itchy bark and with a rough grip on your thigh, he lifted one of your legs up to hook around his waist, stepping in between them, successfully pinning you to the tree. You could feel the man's massive bulge in his pants against your dripping core. You shivered at the feel of him, wondering for the first time whether you had really, in fact, lost your mind. “we’re gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw.”

With that lustful whisper hanging in the air, your mind went blank. The red ghost face reached down and shoved your poofy dress up so it could sit around your hips, showing off your frilly black panties with a cute little bow on the front. This adorable piece of fabric was the only thing protecting your sweet pussy from these two very large men’s eyes. The white ghost let out a deep, sadistic growl at the sight, while red whistled, “Fuck sugarcube, ain’t these the cutest darn things.” He muttered, his black-gloved fingers tracing the side of the garment. In a quick movement, he twisted his fingers around the fabric and, with a sharp yank, he easily ripped it away from your body. “Too bad I had to do that.”

A harsh gasp was pulled from your lips and you jerked in red’s arms at the feel of your panties being ripped off you. No one had ever done that to you before and it made your mind a little hazy. You could feel a warmth drip down between your thighs. Good god you’re enjoying this a little too much. The man pulled your ruined panties away from your body, the fabric clinging obscenely to your soaking wet cunt. You could suddenly feel the cool night breeze against your most sensitive area, making you whine. Goosebumps raising all over your body sweet painful chill played against your drenched pussy and slick thighs, highlighting exactly how messy you were already to the world... pathetic really.

Not a moment after, the whine from the cold air changed to one of pleasure as you felt white this time, sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, pushing lightly against your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips at the feeling, trying desperately to get his fingers inside you. You were so wet and needy already, feeling woefully empty, every nerve in your body demanding you be filled and fucked by the men caging you against the tree.

“Such a needy fucking thing,” Red, or was that white? Gritted his teeth like he was clenching his jaw. Whites fingers pinch your clit making you cry. He couldn't get enough in his sight if only he didn't have this fucking mask on. they both craved the way your body responded to them, their sweet little friend, practicality begging for them to fuck you. "She's so fucking wet and warm. it's like this pretty cunt is just begging for our cocks, isn't that right bunny?"

“fuck, yes, please,” you answered on an exhale, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need. “Need you both, please.” You tried to reach between your bodies and tug on White's belt to slide it open, but he batted your hands away, making red laugh.

The red ghost face gripped your face in his hand while the other teased the top hem of your dress. he brought his masked face close to yours like he was getting an up-close look at your expression. “I don't think you sound nearly as desperate enough just yet for either of our cocks, hmm?" you could basically hear the sharp grin in his voice.

A large hand is placed upon your chest, making you hold your breath. You can feel the heat radiating from just a simple touch. You swallowed thickly as Red gripped the front of your dress, pushing white away so he could pull you off the tree and tug you towards the floor. You can’t help but cry out as you land onto one of the old long floor cushions in the clubhouse. He’s so lucky it was there otherwise this entire thing would be over. You blow out a huff of air as you look at both men with a devious smirk. You can feel how intense both of their gazes are. Looking you up and down and taking everything in. If this is how they want to play, then….

“If I knew this was how my night was going to end. I would have spoken to you two sooner.” You giggled, opening your legs, your dress hiked up your thighs to reveal yourself slightly on accident. But both men growled either way…

Red quickly dropped down to you a little too eagerly. His hand placed firmly on your navel, pushing a small amount of pressure. The touch itself left you breathless. White joins your side, and his hands are quick to your breasts. You grab his wrist, a little hesitant. You meet his gaze under the mask, and he waits for you. Biting your lip, thinking, and wondering, you venture and guide his hand under your dress to your bare breast. You hear White shakily breathe out a quiet ‘fuck’ which goes straight to your gut. He flicks a thumb over your nipples before giving your breast a firm squeeze. 

You whine softly as two fingers easily slip into your slick cunt. By instinct or just by pure need, you go to close your legs in order to gain friction but a strong hand on your inner thigh stopped that. Giving you a light tap to keep them open. You find yourself breathing heavily and lost in thought. God is this really happening? You thought, arching your back upwards. 

The white ghost-faced man pulled your dress down from your breast, revealing them to the cold air. Your nipples harden and white runs his thumb over them again, fixated on the way your body responds to his delicate touch. If only you could kiss him, see who was exactly gifting you the pleasure from your fantasy. You felt a slight guilt twinge inside you, swearing at yourself for imagining your friends, Seonghwa and San. Would they ever do this to do? That was the thought that mixed with flashes of their face as white leaned closer to you, letting his mask almost touch your cheek. You reach out for the mask on the man’s face, your hand shaking from Red’s fingers fucking into you at a slow but brutal pace. But white’s hand comes flying up and grabs your wrist, moving your hand back away.

“Not now, bunny,” He chuckles lightly. His voice was so familiar, but it was becoming very hard to concentrate when a third finger was added amongst the others. The stretch has feeling dizzy, but with how wet you are, it’s an easy fit.

Your protest died on your lips as he let go of your wrist. You felt Red shift your legs up to his waist so he could dig something out of his pocket with his free hand, "I think we should record this, don't you?" he asked, but not to you, no, he asked his friend that was sitting so patiently next to the two of you. Your pleasure-filled brain was too far gone to understand his meaning either way. Not until you heard the flicking of a camera sound and a flash being turned on. The bright light shone in your eyes for a second before he moved it down your body to where his glove-covered fingers were still, deep inside your pussy. Awareness shot through your nerves at the realization he was taking a video of what he was doing to you. It also occurred to you that you could very well use your safe word right now, but as you looked down to see his fingers playing with your cunt for the camera, it felt hot. 

He could see the way your clit throbbed in pleasure and the was your clench around nothing. You never knew you’d be into being recorded but here you are, feeling a sense of desire from just being on display for these two men. You rolled your hips for him, watching how his shoulders visibly shifted with a groan following. He watched intensely through the phone alone with white as his fingers slid in and out of your soaked hole. “God, I’m gonna save this so we can watch it over and over again.” He punctuated his words with short, quick thrusts of his finger, making you cry out.

“Please,” you begged wanting to feel stretched out by their cocks already, but unable to form the words as Red fucked you. It was so good but not nearly enough, and yet, you could feel an orgasm building slowly in your gut. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Bunny,” White groaned, watching Red fuck you harder with his fingers. “Can you hear the sounds of your pussy from here.” he laughed, leaning over to grab the camera off Red so he could continue recording while Red used his now free hand to circle your clit while he continued to assault your hole. You could feel a sense of humiliation mixing with the blissfulness of pleasure Red was giving you as your body told him exactly how turned on you were. Even with your heart pounding in your chest and both men’s harsh breathing in their masks, you could still hear the lewd sounds that came from fingers pumping in and out of you.

He fucked you faster. The sounds only grew louder with your moans as each thrust sent your mind into a day a daze. His palm slapped against your wet folds, and the tip of his thumb rubbed your clit with a sharp tug. “More, please,” you begged breaking into a sob, feeling tears pool against the corners of your eyes.

“Mmm, that’s it Doll, beg for me,” Red growled, shoving his fingers out of you to give your pussy a harsh slap before plunging his fingers back inside you. You choked out a ragged moan as your head thrashed side to side against the old cushion with your hips writhing against his body.

“Please. I’m gonna cum. Please, I need it so badly.” you chanted, begging. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, you just needed a little more. But a little push. Red seemed to know exactly what you needed and when he whistled over his friend, that’s when you felt a hand cover your eyes and then a wet sensation met your nipples. It was white's mouth, suckling on your tit with a sharp inhale. Your back arched at the feeling followed by the most degraded sound you’d ever heard left your own lips.

“Good girl, take my fingers. Come all a strangers fingers,” He praised, his voice raspy and muffled through the mask. “Need to stretch you out so you’re ready for our cocks,” He continued with a sly giggle. The way he was so consumed with your body was almost insane. Something about the way he said the word ‘stranger’ had alarm bells going off in your head, but they were so distant with your mind too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were too focused on chasing your release, a whine rising in your throat as your arms braced against the man next to you as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were so close. Pushing against white more, tugging on his bicep, you felt his hand slipping from your face. The alarm bells that were going off before were even louder now, trying to warn you about something. About them? With fumbling, eager hands, you curled your fingers around the edges of white's shirt before tugging one last time. His hand slipped completely off your eyes, what you were faced with left a loud, sharp gasp to leave your lips.

”Seonghwa!? San?!”

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Part two

[iridescentxstars]

vampire!mingi x hunter!fem!reader || praise + exhibitionism — anon || wc: 470~

— feeding, bondage, discipline

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

You look so pretty, spread out in front of him, your fingers running through your slit and spreading your juices around. You look so good but it only causes Mingi to snarl, to struggle against his chains while you chuckle and toss your head back to expose your throat. Dragging your wet fingers down your pulse, making it even more difficult for him to sit still.

That's exactly what you want.

"Look at you," you giggle, putting your fingers in your mouth before pressing them against your clit and slowly circling in the way that you enjoy. The chains clink and you hear the brick audibly crack when Mingi lunges again. "Such a strong vampire~ what exactly do you want?" You moan as you dip your fingers into your wet core, "are you hungry?"

He's salivating, his eyes shining in the dark and fangs exposed as he snaps his jaws in your direction. You know he's hungry, he's starving actually because you've been playing this game with him for the better half of a week. You give him enough blood to survive, to keep him awake and functioning but not enough to make him strong. You don't want him breaking free... yet.

"I asked if the handsome vampire is hungry~"

Mingi growls, "starved." He moves so his back is against the wall and he lunges again, the wall starting to crack slightly. "You look so good, I want a taste." What he wants to eat is clear, he wants to eat you but the deeper meaning of that is what you want to know.

Your vampire pet has no self-control, he doesn't know how to feed without killing and it's been causing you, a hunter, plenty of problems because you're the one who has been ordered to hunt him down. You don't want to kill him, to hurt your special plaything but you do need to teach him a lesson.

There are visible cracks in the brick now and you hum because it seems like your fun is running short. "You need to behave, Mingi baby," you moan, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself with your fingers. "If you can't then it'll be much worse." You open an eye and notice the way he's looking up at the cracks, "if you manage to control yourself, I'll feed you."

"Fine." He nods before ripping free from the wall and rushing towards you.

You made up for the time Mingi was tied up, the time that you teased and starved him. Your body is his to take, his tongue exploring your velvet walls and drinking in your sweet nectar before he moves onto the spot that has him losing his mind - your neck.

He learned his lesson alright. Why would he need another human to feed off when he has you?

[bandgie]

MDNI 18+, fem!reader

you already know that im thinking. and it's about yeosang and how pliant he is

warnings! subby!yeosang, mean reader, overstim & edging

he's such a doting lover. he loves seeing you happy, he loves being the reason you're happy. he always blushes and gets super shy when you compliment him, but he secretly loves it.

yeosang would do anything, and I mean anything to please you. you want him to eat you out for hours? done, you don't even need to touch him. ride him until his cock is red and raw? as long as you get to cum as many times as you want.

ignore his cries, ignore how his hips try to shy away from you. use him, please yourself, he's just a pretty little thing meant for you. sometimes you like pushing to see how far he'd let you go, and you can be a little mean about it

bounding his hands or making him keep them pinned to his sides while you stroke his dick. his tip is so red, so leaky, and you just won't let him cum. he doesn't beg you to, it doesn't even cross his mind. he loves being your toy, degrading in the most loving way possible

or maybe you keep making him cum over and over. fingers squeezing and running over the slit of his throbbing cock. yeosang cries so prettily :(( i just know he has the most beautiful moans and groans. overstimming does actually make him plead with you. he's begging for a break, even if it's for five minutes.

but you tell him that he can take it, that he's the goodest boy for you, that it would make you really happy to see him stick it out. yeosang is such a sucker for your sweet talk even if you're abusing his cock. he really has no choice but to listen

[1h3liiaus]

MATZ THING I WROTE A LONG TIME AGO? (Posting this old junk so people know I'm not dead. Also found out tumblr's parent company is selling data? This is in the "I" perspective and not "You" perspective.)

Work makes me wanna die. 

... -

I was working 9 to 5 in a dead end job at a CD place or wtv. I was so sleepy fr I was so close to falling asleep until these two random guys busted into the store and started throwing stuff around. “Bro you're gonna have to pay for this..”

I said quietly enough for them to hear I guess and they quickly turned to me in the middle of their uhhhh breaking things riot I guess. One of them jumped onto the counter i was standing behind causing me to fall back and he just crouched and looked at me then smiled

“Hi” He (Hongjoong) said before jumping onto the ground in front of me aka where i fell “I’m gonna set this place on fire. You can come with us if you want hehe” I couldn’t speak, all I could do was in fact blink and my body moved before my mind and I nodded my head. In return the guy helped me off the ground and continued to break things with one hand while still holding onto me with his other

“Your kidnapping them basically” The other guy (Seonghwa) said while kicking things over and I couldn’t help but stare at him cus how can someone be so pretty he looked like god best creation I could stare at him for the rest of my life and die content erm anyways I just followed the guy holding my arm around “Not kidnapping if they agreed!” He said while looking at me “break something” the look in his eyes kinda changed so I grabbed something and threw it breaking a bunch of things like a chain reaction and in result the guy holding my arm looked very pleased and he was smiling big “Good good” He said before breaking more stuff with the other guy while i just watch.

They destroyed everything and took the money from the register but just as they finished sirens were heard “Time to go” taller one of the two said before running out the shop. They turned the corner and jumped into a van with a bunch of other people in it (logic ig it fits 9 people shut up) I looked at everyone there and they looked at me “New friend :3” the guy who dragged me in the van said and everyone nodded along. On the drive I learned all their names and what they do and basically they’re bandits and the guy who dragged me here aka Hongjoong is the leader aka the captain. ... -

Yeah that's it. It's super short but again this is rlly old. I'm trying to work on my next official one which is San but guys I'm actually gonna kms it's so hard with writers block....

(Song I listened to while writing this)

[sunflowercheol]

Reincarnated Gods

Ateez x Y/N

Word Count: 428

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Fuck,” Hongjoong mumbles under his breath, stretching out his limbs and look at all of the members. 

“How funny that we became friends,” San points out as he sits on the couch. 

“Literally, like what in the actual fuck did we just discover.” You sit next to Seonghwa who seems to be in shock. 

“Reincarnation led to this? Are you serious?” Wooyoung asks frustratedly. 

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks confused, sitting next to him. 

“I mean, we were Gods, and now we live in this shitty world?” Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair and sits on a barstool in the kitchen. 

“Does that mean that we can refer to ourselves as Gods now?” Yunho asks innocently, stepping away from the coffee table. 

“What? You want us to call you Apollo now?” Yeosang retorts. 

“It would be kind of funny though. We can confuse a lot of people like that,” Jongho replies, playing with the strings of his hoodie. 

“Fuck off, Hephaistos,” Yeosang mocks. 

“Does that mean that I have to change your contact names in my phone now?” you wonder out loud. All 8 pairs of eyes turn to you. “What?”

“Seriously, fuck off,” Yeosang mutters. 

“Calm down, Hermes,” you tease Yeosang. 

“I’m so going to have so much fun with this,” you giggle leaning into the still lost in thought Seonghwa—or should you say Mars now. “Better get used to your Godly names now.”

“So now what?” Hongjoong starts. “You’re just going to start calling us by our God names and not by our ‘real names’?”

“Hell yeah, Zeus,” you respond, laughing at how ridiculous it sounds. “Plus, now that I think about it, your God names really fit you guys.”

“How?” Mingi asks intrigued. 

“Okay so San being Dionysus? Makes sense with the whole wine thing and giving off the fuck boy vibes, you know? No offense,” you look over to San who just shrugs and nods along. 

“Wooyoung being Hades? You seriously want me to explain that one?” you ask gesturing at Wooyoung who rolls his eyes.

“True,” Yeosang nods his head. 

“Seonghwa being Mars? Now that is literally so hilarious,” you laugh, nudging Seonghwa who finally has snapped out of his trance. 

“But why war?” Seonghwa asks quietly. 

“You live with Wooyoung, duh.” You point at Wooyoung who just flips you off. 

“Okay so everyone makes sense, but why am I Poseidon?” Mingi whines as he tries to sits down on the floor but just manages to tumble down instead. 

“That’s why,” Yeosang replies, as everyone laughs at a pouting Mingi.