#kang yeosang ateez

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miscommunication [trope — yeosang]

inspired by: friends — sitcom

word count: 2.1k

content: angst, smut, miscommunication, bedroom sex, (unintentional) infidelity, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

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You were waiting for Yeosang at the restaurant. You both agreed on the time and the place earlier in the week, and yet, he was still late. He was always late. The only time you ever saw him on time was the very first date you went on with him, and he was early for that because he was nervous. Now? Now he was late.

If it was only by ten or fifteen minutes, you would’ve been okay with it. However, it was never just ten or fifteen minutes. It was hours. Once, he kept you waiting at home with a home-cooked meal you put your back into for three hours. The worst part was that he always had an excuse, and his excuses were legitimate. Honestly, you wondered why you were still torturing yourself with the guy, but then the second you saw his face, the second he showed you the love that you oh so desired, you forgave him. Just like that.

This time, however, you were not going to do that. You were going to let him have it, and you were going to end it.

“Yeosang… You did it again," you uttered the second Yeosang arrived wheezing and panting.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am,” Yeosang apologized earnestly. “I just forgot that we switched the location, and then time got away from me—”

“How many times will you use that excuse?! This is the third time this month! And I even texted you this morning to confirm, and you replied saying that you got it, so what the fuck?!”

You slammed your hand down on the table and got up. Yeosang grabbed your arm, but you snatched it away immediately and stormed out of the restaurant. He followed behind you shortly, and he walked behind you as you continued to walk away. Unfortunately for you, the light turned red, and you were stuck at the intersection, allowing him to catch up and pull you into a tight hug.

“Yeosang, let go of me,” you said as you fought to get out of his ridiculously strong arms.

“No, I’m not going to,” Yeosang responded, his embrace tightening. “Baby, I’m seriously sorry. You know I’m just really bad with these things—”

“You say that all the time, and nothing’s ever changed!”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that this time?”

“Move in with me.”

Your eyes widened. You leaned away from him and looked into his eyes, yours darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. He seemed to be very serious about his proposition, and the thought of moving in with a boyfriend, not going to lie, scared the complete shit out of you.

“Or, if that’s too daunting,” Yeosang quickly added. “I want you to have a key to my place, and you can stay whenever, sleepover whenever— I just want you to know how serious I am about you. Please, baby.”

“Yeosang, one of these days, you either need to get it together, or this isn’t going to last,” you warned him.

“I know. I will. I’m sorry. Please.”

You knew that it wasn’t going to be so simple, that Kang Yeosang was incapable of changing so easily, but you loved him. You were going to make it work, right?

“Alright.”

The two of you went back to his place so he could give you the set of spare keys, but that never happened. Instead, the second you got there, Yeosang pinned you against the front door and kissed you passionately. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks, his palms resting on your cheeks while his fingers supported your neck. He was kissing you earnestly, as if he was trying to prove his love.

His hands worked on getting your clothes off as the two of you remained in the foyer, his impatience getting the better of him. He traced his hands over your bare shoulders and down your arms, the feeling of his hands alone enough to cover your entire body in goosebumps, the sound of your mingled gasps and breaths adding to the effect.

You were completely stripped down to nothing when Yeosang turned you around and pressed you against the door, his hand tracing the curve of your waist before grabbing your ass cheek tightly and pulling up on it, the intensity turning you on quickly. He continued to grope your ass and used his other hand to play with your breast while his mouth planted on your neck and left little pink marks scattered along the side of your neck and on your shoulder.

When he turned your face, he kissed you passionately again, completely distracting you as he, too, stripped down. He slipped his hand down to your neck, and his other hand began stroking your cunt, the tips of his fingers teasing you by scratching in lightly. You shared soft, breathless moans that melted into your endless kisses, the sound enough to turn you on so much that the second Yeosang’s finger brushed past your clit, you felt your insides clench, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came.

Without giving you so much as a moment to prepare, Yeosang slid his cock into you, making you moan so loudly that it echoed in the foyer hall, overpowering the loud smack of his waist against your ass.

“Yeo—” you calling his name got cut short when he rutted into you suddenly, his thrusts short and sporadic. “Yeosang… N-Not here…”

You were honestly waiting for a verbal confirmation from the man. Instead, he quietly pulled out and turned you so that your back was pressing against the door. He stuffed you full with his cock again, a muffled cry leaving your pressed lips. You were honestly so worried that he was going to fuck you into the door, letting his neighbors hear every single thing the two of you were doing, but instead, he cupped the underside of your thighs and lifted you.

Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he walked you into his bedroom, his cock still deep inside you. He brought his head up and connected your lips with his again, his tongue teasing yours. When he got to his room, you thought he was going to drop you on the bed. Instead, he remained carrying you, his ridiculously strong arms lifting you and dropping you quickly on his cock, the sheer speed and impact making stars appear in your eyes.

“Ah— Yeosang! P-Please don’t drop me,” you begged as you clung to him tightly, your nails digging into his back muscles as you pressed your head into the his collarbone.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you,” Yeosang uttered, his lips by your ear.

You continued to moan as Yeosang moved you even more forcefully, the slapping of his waist to your ass reverberating in the room. You felt like you were starting to slip, making you hug the man tighter. Not only did your arms get tighter, but so did your walls, his dick feeling the intensity of your clench. Yeosang’s breathing hitched, and he let out a low groan as he came. He held you in place and let his cock twitch inside you, his cum just filling up to the point where it was leaking out of your cunt and onto the area rug in his room.

After he had cum completely and started going soft in you, Yeosang moved you to the bed. He pinned you down and gazed at your face with love and affection as you blinked the tears away from your eyes. He tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple softly, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin and tickling you.

“I promise, baby,” he whispered, his low voice making your knees tremble. “I’m going to make it up to you all night tonight.

“I cannot fucking believe this, Kang Yeosang!”

You were screaming at the top of your lungs as you stormed around your apartment, your boyfriend’s eyes following your every movement.

“Y/N, I said I was sorry—”

“You keep fucking saying you’re sorry, and I keep fucking falling for it! Just stop apologizing, and just say that you don’t love me anymore, Yeosang!”

“You know that’s not it—”

“No, but it is because you do this to me every single time without fail!” You slammed your hands down on the kitchen countertop and kept your head down, tears threatening to slip out of your eyes. You sniffled and wiped your tears before yelling with a wavering voice, “How can you fucking forget Valentine’s Day of all days?!”

“It just… It just slipped my mind.”

“Right. Because the day that is literally the national sex day is something that can slip out of your goddamn head.”

“Well, yeah!”

“Yeosang, there are hearts and flowers and reds and pinks in every single fucking store, every single street and alley, and I even asked you about it yesterday!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay! But what should I do about it now? Also,” Yeosang shoved his arm forward, revealing the big bouquet of flowers he got you for the holiday. “I did get you flowers! All I did was forget to book a table at the restaurant, and I definitely did not forget that it’s Valentine’s Day— I’m saying that the reservation slipped my mind!”

“I asked you about it yesterday. You didn’t think to tell me yester-fucking-day?!”

“I am sorry! What more do you want from me! I can’t undo the entire day and restart! We’ll just do it properly next year!”

“Next year?” your heart sank, and your tone dropped. “You seriously… You seriously think there will be a next year, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s mouth was open, but not a sound came out. He wanted to say something. He really wanted to say yes, that there would be a next year, but based off the way you said it, he wasn’t sure.

“I think… We need a break.”

“A… Break?”

“Let’s take a break,” you said. Let’s take a break— as if you were Ross and Rachel. “Let’s take a break.”

How long are breaks supposed to last, anyway? It had been weeks since you spoke to him. You wondered if he expected you to reach to him, but there was no way you were going to because it was his fault. He should apologize to you and come crawling back to you, right?

So then why the fuck was he sitting in a café across from another girl who was clearly laughing and flirting with him? What was supposed to be a detoxing shopping trip quickly turned into high anxiety and stress the second you saw him sitting there, the biggest smile on his face as he let that girl touch him so familiarly, and it took everything in you to keep from storming in and grabbing that bitch by her hair.

Well, you stormed in, but you didn’t grab her by her hair. Instead, you stood right before him, your eyebrows knitted together as you stared at the situation in complete confusion.

“Y/N?” Yeosang sounded surprised to see you— not shocked or worried; simply surprised.

“What the fuck is this?”

“What do you mean?”

“This!” you pointed at the girl. “Who the fuck is this?!”

“A girl I’ve been seeing—”

“What do you mean a girl you’ve been seeing?! Why have you been seeing someone?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Patrons of the café were definitely staring, and while you would’ve been embarrassed normally, you were too fucking pissed to give a shit about who saw your dirty laundry.

“What do you mean?” Yeosang stood up, the two of you locking eyes. Without so much as even a stutter, Yeosang continued, “Because we broke up, remember?!”

“What the fuck?! I said let’s take a break, Yeosang! I just needed time for myself!” You were damn near tears and were barely able to choke out, “I never wanted to break up with you!”

That was the thing. You never wanted to break up with him; but, seeing him in the café with another girl just a mere couple of weeks after declaring you needed a break, seeing him move on so fast without even bothering to check on you, without even thinking he should clarify what the status of your relationship with him was, was enough to show you how he really cared. You weren’t going to fight for him, you weren’t going to beg for him to come back, and you certainly were not going to just let him be without a final confirmation. You grabbed one of the drinks from his table and poured it on his head, the man gasping and hunching his shoulders in shock as the coffee trickled down his face and absorbed into his clothes.

“Consider yourself dumped, Kang Yeosang,” you bit out. “We’re definitely broken up now.”

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Take a Ride - K.Y

Tags/Warnings: phew boy…18+ ONLY! MDNI! AT ALL! SMUT. There’s definitely plot there, biker!yeosang, no pronouns really used for reader but there are feminine pet names, very light alcohol drinking, heavy making out, fluff, I barely reread and edited this sorry

Smut Tags: exhibitionism (sex on a motorcycle), oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex, reader has a coochie, pet names towards reader (pretty girl, good girl, baby, doll), fingering, begging, grinding, scratching, PROTECTED SEX, Yeo’s got a big dick, Yeo keeps his condoms in his wallet (don't do that lmao), love at first fuck(???)

Word Count: 5.6k

Playlist:

“Fly - FKJ Remix” by June Marieezy “Body Language” by Doja Cat “Harley’s in Hawaii” by Katy Perry “Pink + White” by Frank Ocean

Being able to vacation days off from work was difficult, especially in your profession. So when it was offered to you by your supervisor, you agreed without hesitation. As soon as you got home, you messaged your best friend. You had both talked about having a little vacation and going to an island, away from the hustle and bustle of your usual lives, and taking in all the more tropical views that you never got to experience living in a city. That same night you had your bags packed and plane tickets booked for the next morning.

The Airbnb your friend had chosen was stunning. The backdoor opened up directly to the sight of the ocean and the trees surrounding the view. The window in your room offered a similar view. As soon as you opened it, a breeze filled the space, bringing in the salty smell of the ocean with it. It made your shoulders relax a bit, eyes closed as the heat of the sun refreshingly warmed your face. For once you weren’t thinking of all the work that sat waiting for you, or anything that was on your to-do list. You were instead listening to the birds chirping, the waves crashing against the rocks nearby, the leaves on the trees brushing against each other with every waft of wind. 

After a few minutes of standing there and swaying gently back and forth with the wind, your friend finally knocked on your door.

“Hello hello,” they peeked their head around to make sure you weren’t occupied. You smiled and waved them in, going to sit on the bed.

“What’s up?”

“Well…there’s this bar nearby that I believe is calling out our names. Wait–” they gasped before grabbing your arm. “Can you hear that? It was just there!” You rolled your eyes at their ever-dramatic antics.

“So you wanna go drinking when it’s,” you shifted to look at the clock on your phone. “It just turned 3:10.” They nodded back excitedly, grin wide on their face.

“And we can get shitfaced and go walking on the beach that’s right outside our doorstep during the sunset!” 

…It all did sound very tempting. You mulled it over as your friend sat next to you, bouncing up and down in anticipation. You finally nodded, coming to the conclusion that you were on your own time, not needing to hold back from enjoying yourself. They flung their arms around your neck before getting up and running to go change.

—

For it being a Friday, the building was surprisingly barely busy. There were a few people here and there, drinking and either talking to someone or watching whatever the bar had on TV. You and your friend grab a corner booth. After writing down your order, your friend went to the bar to get your drinks from the bartender. It was then that you heard motorcycle rumbles from outside the building, and through the very tiny window, you could see two bikes parking in one spot. Both people on the bikes got off, and one immediately took his helmet off. He was a bit taller than the other one and had short black hair and a sharp nose. The second motorcyclist had been in the middle of unclipping his helmet when your friend suddenly appeared at your side.

“Here you go! I got a double shot for mine but yours is just the regular amount. I didn’t know how hard you were going tonight.” They said with a smile. Your attention was brought back to the drink they had set in front of you on the small napkin. It was a deep red color and while it had a strong smell, it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Thank you so so much, I owe you one.” You smile at them as you use the tiny black straw to taste the drink, dubbed “The Icey Crab” on the menu. Corny, but the drink is damn good. 

At that moment, the two motorcyclists you saw before swung the door to the bar open. The taller one walked in first, leather pants and boots appearing before the rest of him. He stepped in and to the side, as the other biker came in. The other one, the one you didn’t get a chance to see take his helmet off, was…gorgeous, to say the least. His face looked as if it had been carved from marble. There was a slight dark mark on the side of his face and it accentuated his beautiful eyes. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly. Not to mention his arms. His muscle tank allowed his muscular triceps to be on display. And you were certainly taking it in.

“Hey.” Your friend snapped their fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to what they had been saying. Their eyes followed yours over to where the two men had come in and were setting themselves up at the bar.

“Ahh, I see how it is then. Which one were you eyeing?” They smirked and nudged you repeatedly, making you lightly hit their arm and roll your eyes. “I’m going to guess it’s the long-haired one? Definitely your type.”

“Please, I don’t have a type.” Their eyebrows shot up at you over the glass held to their lips.

“Don’t just lie like that, I’ve known you for way too long.” They giggled, eyes going back over to the two men. One of them, the taller one, seemed to look right over at your table at that exact moment, catching your friend’s eye. They grinned and raised their glass in greeting the new man. He returned it back, smirking as he said something to his long-haired friend who was simply sipping on his drink and seemed startled when the tall one spoke. He too followed his friend's view over to your booth, and his eyes landed on you.

“Well, I think I’ve snagged his friend, if you want alone time with him, yeah?” They said as they looked back at you, excitement glimmering in their eyes as they downed the rest of their drink.

“And what happened to us headed to have a little drunk walk on the beach?” You crossed your arms over your chest, a smile on your lips as your voice stayed playful.

“Well, we can do that any other night, right? We have some vacation days, let’s really use them.” They wiggled their eyebrows at you, making you let out a laugh. You see a figure approach the table from the corner of your eye, something you could only assume belonged to the tall man at the bar. You brought your drink up to your lips to hide your smile, as your friend stared at you in amusement.

“Hi,” the tall man’s deep voice seized your friend’s eyes from you. “I couldn’t help but notice your drink was empty.” Your friend looked down at the glass in fake surprise, as if they hadn’t realized what they were doing. Even though they knew exactly what they were doing. It was a tactic they used quite frequently, emptying their glass and waiting for whoever they had been eye-fucking to buy them a new drink.

“I didn’t even notice, how astute.” They smiled at him and raised their glass up in front of his face.

“Maybe we can change that?” His eyebrow quirked as he lightly grabbed the glass.

“Sounds like a deal…?”

“Park Seonghwa,” He introduced himself and looked over at you for the first time, giving you a smile. Almost as a sign of good intentions, ensuring you he didn’t plan on doing anything of ill will towards them. You nodded and looked at your friend, who stared at you. You both had each other’s location tracker on and you knew they had protective measures. 

“Alright, Mr. Park, let’s see if you can guess my favorite drink.”

The two of them walked away, and you watched with a smile, feeling glad that your friend could find something to distract them. You knew how busy they had been with their job and family. It was rare for them to go out anymore. If anyone needed time to be a little irresponsible, it was definitely them.

“So, your friend fell for the ‘Your glass is empty’ line?”

A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked at the man standing next to your booth’s table. It was the other biker, the one who had come with Seonghwa. His attention on you made your face burn, and it took you a few seconds to realize what he had said. 

“Well, your friend fell for the ‘Oh, my glass is empty?’ bit. Maybe they were made for each other.” You smiled at the long-haired man as he laughed, looking down at the table for a second. His smile was very pretty, especially with how his eyes curved when his cheeks pushed up. His black hair fell into his face, and some impulse within you wished to reach out and push them back.

“Maybe they were.” He looked over his shoulder to the two of them at the bar, laughing about something. You could see a vein popping out in his neck, running all the way down to his broad chest. He was definitely your type, your friend was right. Especially with the way his hands looked as they rested on the table. Fuck it, if they’re gonna have fun tonight, I am too.

“I’m Y/N.” His eyes came back to you as you stuck your hand out in greeting. He took it, a jolt going through you at the feeling of his skin.

“Yeosang.”

Once he sat down on the other side of the rounded booth, the two of you spent hours talking about various things. What brought you to the island, what kinds of jobs you both did (he was a mechanic), what towns you lived in, what town you originally came from, et cetera. He was very interesting, not to mention very intelligent, and while he seemed reserved initially, he slowly opened up to show a more comedic side. The two of you had almost completely forgotten to check on your friends until Seonghwa came by to let Yeosang know that he and your friend were headed out. You gave your friend a good once over, making sure they weren’t shitfaced and still coherent. Relieved to find them acting their usual self, you had no reservations about letting them head out without you. 

As soon as they were both out the door, you watched through the window as they climbed on the back of Seonghwa’s motorcycle, putting his helmet on. Yeo laughed at his friend, apparently trying to “act cool.”

“There are times when he struggles to even talk to someone, but then there’s moments where he’s got massive game. I don’t even know how I keep up with him.” You smiled as he kept on talking about his friend, the genuine fondness showing through his words. Something about how he talked about Seonghwa was so deeply endearing. It made your heart flutter a little in your chest.

Your talks kept up as more people filtered into the bar, creating a hotter and stuffier atmosphere. He inched closer and closer to you, both of you struggling to hear the other as more voices came into the building, and the music got louder. After a while, you two just looked at each other and laughed, finding it ridiculous. You couldn’t help but notice, however, just how close he was. Merely inches apart as he leaned into your ear.

“I think we should head out.”

—

Yeosang parked the motorcycle right in a hidden clearing, taking your hand and bringing you to the edge of a cliff a few feet from the bike. You looked over it, deciding that if he was a murderer, he really wouldn’t have been able to kill you with the drop. Sure, maybe some bruises or a scratch, a bit of muscle ache, but definitely not death. 

“I’m not trying to murder you, you know,” he lets out with a low chuckle, reading your mind. “I just wanna show you my favorite view out here. Especially with the sun setting. You have to wait a few more minutes, but it’s so worth it.” He smiles brightly at you, and you couldn’t help but look at how the light from the lowering sun made his skin glow. You smiled back, watching as he walked back to his bike to lean against it, his toned legs stretched out in front of him, arms crossed and showing off his muscular build. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you over. You obliged, leaning your body against the seat of the bike, arms brushing his as he stared out at the view and watched the different birds crossing over the water.

You struggled to look at the view, eyes constantly straying over to him and his face, the birthmark next to his eye standing out. It took your restraint to keep from listening to your impulsive thoughts to reach out and trace it. 

You wanted to brush back his long black hair to get a better view of it, maybe even gather it up in your hand. That brought on a new wave of thoughts, ones that included your grip on his hair, pushing him in between your legs, eyes closed as he–

“It’s impolite to stare you know.” 

Your face burned as you turned away towards the ocean, eyes looking downwards. His chuckle reverberated into your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him look over at you, one eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his face. He managed to look both devilish and angelic at the same time, a feat you never realized could be done before. 

“Sorry, just…lost in thought.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Maybe you should take a picture next time, hm?” His smile widened a bit after that, and you rolled your eyes, even though the smile playing at your lips contradicted the movement. The water crashed against the shore, providing background noise surrounding the two of you. You had expected him to have turned his attention back to the shifting sunset, but you could still see him focused on you.

You tried to ignore his eyes piercing you, dragging down the length of your body. His tongue peeked out behind his lips, swiping over them in a way you wished to do. Gathering your thoughts that melted all together you slightly turned your head toward him, eyebrow raised.

“You don’t practice what you preach?” You bit out. Something in the way he smiled tossed your stomach in a way not unpleasant. His eyes kept shifting between your eyes down to your lips, eventually losing the battle and fixating themselves on the way you brought your bottom lip into your mouth to lightly bite at it.

“Why don’t you let me do that, hm?” Was the only thing he said before a hand reached out to grab the side of your face. He gave you a chance to pull back, and as soon as he realized you didn’t plan to, he leaned in. You sharply sucked air in, his lips brushing gently over yours as your eyes fluttered closed. After what felt like minutes of building anticipation, he pressed himself against you. Both hands grasped at your face as he deepened the kiss, tongue lightly swiping at your lips. 

Maybe it was the one drink in your system, or maybe it was the way your body felt like it craved every possible touch from him, but you let him take complete control. His body pushed you against the seat of his bike, his hands coming down to either side of you to cage you in. This time your hands came up to grab either side of his face, your body pressing into him as if you could get any closer. His hips moved into yours a little, wanting to show you the effects you already had on him. He was strained against his pants, gently rocking into you to find some sort of relief. It made you grin a bit against his mouth, knowing how much power you had over this man you only met a few short hours ago.

His mouth left yours to start trailing against your jaw and down your neck. He sucked harder in some areas that you knew would leave sensitive purple marks in the morning. It was when he reached down the base of your neck under your ear that you let out a sound that fell between a sharp sigh and a squeak. At this, he smiled into your neck, lapping at the spot before gently nipping at it. 

“I love your sounds, pretty girl,” he noted before continuing around the column of your neck. It was agonizing, wanting him to finally get to where you truly needed him. You whined as his hand moved to your thigh, slowly starting to make progress toward your core.

“Yeo please–” He hushed you as you started to plead.

“I’m gonna make sure you get what you need, baby. Patience.” 

The hand on your thigh came back up to wrap around your waist, gripping so tight that you were sure bruises would form in the shape of his fingers later. Your hands made their way into his hair, lightly gripping the strands and tugging a bit to encourage him to move faster. His eyes fluttered closed and the deep groan that came out of him made you clench around nothing. How could someone make such a sinfully beautiful sound like that?

His eyes opened and it felt like they were staring into the very depths of you. Something dark and exhilarating floated in his pupils, sending a shiver through you as his hands gripped you impossibly tighter, arms flexing in the loose muscle tank. 

“Lean back on my bike, doll.” His voice had dropped several octaves and it reverberated in your body, nodding as you listened to his instructions. You place both hands on either side of your body as you lean your weight backward, allowing him to move to the waistband of your jeans and undo the buttons and zipper. Pushing both your pants and underwear down, you kicked them off over your sneakers. As he watched, he caught a glimpse of the damp spot on your underwear and smiled.

“We’ve barely done anything baby.” Your face burned as you rolled your eyes, trying to not fold under his charms. 

“Whate– shit.” His fingers cut off your rebuttal as they lightly skimmed over your slit, humming in mockery of your reaction. Your head tilted back as your hips moved up, a futile attempt at trying to get him to press just a little harder. He refused to put any more pressure besides gentle brushes, occasionally nudging your clit when you move your hips just right. His feather-light touches drew out small whimpers from you as you endeavored to keep most of your sounds in.

After what felt like forever, he moved his hand away, making your head dizzy at the sudden shifting. Before you could complain, he was sinking to his knees, gloved hands grabbing your thighs to bring them on his shoulders, shifting your weight around so you were fully reliant on both him and his bike. One of your hands came up to grab his hair on instinct, gripping it between your fingers. 

His breath ghosted over your wet lips, making you shiver and tighten your hold on his scalp. The tip of his nose rubbed along your slit, causing you to buck your hips again into him. You looked down, mouth opening to complain about his teasing. However, the sight below you distracts from the whine that had been at your tongue. Yeosang’s eyes meet yours, half-closed in a drunken state. He somehow looked even more ethereal this way, his senses completely filled with just you.

“Please” was all you could muster out. He nodded his head, understanding your plea, and his tongue came out to separate your folds, licking up the wetness he had thoroughly spread. Your body felt as if had simultaneously relaxed from the end of his initial teasing, as well as tensed up from the sensations he gave. His tongue flicked against your clit, making you jolt upwards in surprise. You felt his tongue circle around your clit before he began to suck it into his mouth gently, tongue going back and forth over it. Your stomach tightened up, your grip on his hair pushing him more into you. He hummed at the pressure, causing ripples of pleasure to roll through you.

He released your clit to move downwards, his tongue dipping into your cunt and curving up. Your other hand, the one not in his hair, came up to cover your mouth from releasing the long moan on the verge of slipping out. He continued dipping his tongue in you and flicking up, making it harder and harder to keep your noises in. Your thighs clenched around his head, and his fingers tightened to help keep you steady.

He leaned back a bit from you, allowing you to have a deep breath as you clenched around nothing. You looked at how his mouth shined from your slick, a smile gracing his features as he took a second to breathe. One of his hands released your thigh, and using his nails he lightly grazed across your skin until his hand was at your entrance. 

“Is this okay, doll?” He looked up at you with concerned eyes, checking to ensure you were okay. You smile and nod, thumb rubbing his scalp and pushing some of his hair back. He nodded with you, and slowly pushed two fingers into you, allowing you to adjust to the thickness. Your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on the way his fingers opened you. It had been a while since you had anything other than yourself inside you, so the stretch was a welcome burn.

“Breathe.” He gently whispered, making you realize you had been holding your breath the entire time. Your inhale was a bit wobbly, but you finally exhaled and relaxed around him.

“Good girl.”

His fingers started to move, not fully leaving out of you before they were pushed back in again. He curled them upwards, looking for something inside you. 

“I need…please…faster,” you shakily managed to get out. He huffed out a light chuckle, and you looked down at him through hooded eyes.

“My baby is so good at begging.”

His fingers picked up their pace, leaving you to struggle to catch your breath. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, as your back arched when he prodded at one spot within you. With your eyes closed, you sensed him pause and move below you, before feeling his mouth suck your clit in again. The new sensation, along with the continuous pressing on the sensitive area in you, had you unable to hold back your moans. Your senses were completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. And the pressure in your stomach started to build more and more with every hit of his fingers.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?” His voice rocked through you, not letting up his movements. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes closed tightly. It was too much to try to hold back and with a few final movements, both hands flew to his head. You held him as close as you could, the pressure on your clit not stopping as you clenched tightly around his fingers. 

He could hear you call his name as you finished, and it didn’t do anything to help the pressure in his pants. But he knew that if either of you wanted to move to that, you’d have to take at least one more finger to prepare. So as you came down with deep breaths, he pulled off you. Your head was still spinning as he kissed your inner thighs, bringing you back down.

“I want you in me, Yeo,” you managed out. You could see how much he was straining against his pants, and you wanted to help relieve some pressure for the both of you. His smile was soft and endearing, a switch from the man who just gave you a transcending orgasm.

“I know baby, I want to. But we need to prepare you just a bit more for that, okay?” His words took a moment to process. You thought you had prepared to take him, but as he slowly started to push three fingers in, you realized that you might have trouble walking tomorrow.

“Oh shit,” was all that came out, as the stretch made your eyes roll back. All the pain was masked under the slight overstimulation you felt. It was almost too much, but you desperately wanted to feel all of him in you, and if this is what it took to get there, then you wouldn’t complain. 

It wasn’t an unusual feeling, you had experimented with three fingers before, but having someone else do it was what made you dizzy. Especially when his fingers were already so thick, it was more of a stretch than you were typically able to give yourself.

You took a breath, trying to relax around him. It was difficult though, as you kept clenching every time he moved back in. Watching as you sucked him in again repeatedly had him almost drooling. He couldn’t help from going back in, attaching himself to your already abused clit. It made your eyes jerk open in surprise. It made it even more difficult to relax, as you gripped him rhythmically. 

“Yeosang, please!” Your voice cried out like music in his ears. He could feel the way your thighs shook around his head, tightening more and more from his attack. He knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, and just as your eyebrows started to furrow up again, he pulled away. His fingers left you, and he watched in a trance as you fluttered around nothing. A whine was pulled out of your mouth, bringing him back to you.

Gently placing your thighs off his shoulders for a moment, he stood, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Out of it he grabbed a condom and placed the wrapper in his mouth. He quickly grabbed his shirt off, then unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and hastily pushed them down with his boxers, kicking them off to the side.

Your mouth involuntarily dropped open. That’s definitely why he wanted me to have three. His dick hit his stomach as he focused on putting the condom on. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement, and you were starting to wonder if he shouldn’t have possibly used four fingers to open you up a bit more. It made your mouth water a bit at the idea of having that stretch you out. You had yet to have a partner with such a gift as Yeosang has, and you were quite excited to see if he knew how to use it.

He gripped your thighs again, putting them around his hips. One hand stayed holding a leg while the other grabbed around your waist. His dick rubbed between your folds as he slightly ground into you. With every motion upwards it caught on your clit, dragging along and making you cling to his shoulders.

“You still okay with this? We can stop now if you want.” It made your heart skip hearing him. He was being considerate, even with how much he was definitely holding himself back from ramming into you. His teeth were clenched, his jaw tense and defining his jawline. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Yes, Sangie.” The nickname rolled off your tongue without a second thought, and it made you both stop and look into each other’s eyes. Something within his chest twisted hearing the way you said his name. And seeing you this way…it was something he knew he needed more of.

Your teeth caught your lip, looking down to watch how his girth spread your lips apart. 

“What did I say about letting me do that.” He leaned down towards your face and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch of his soft lips against yours again. Your entire face felt tingly, allowing him to take over control of the kiss. As he pulled away, he bit down gently on your bottom lip, pulling it out slightly before letting it go. And as he rest his forehead against yours to look into your eyes, he finally adjusted his hips to slip in you.

The stretch was almost unbearable. Almost. You were beyond thankful that he prepared you thoroughly. And between your first orgasm and the heated makeout session you two had, you were virtually drenched with desire and need.

He stilled as he completely bottomed out. The feeling of him filling you up completely was overwhelming in the best way possible. Every sense was completely overtaken by the need for more of him. His taste, his smell, his touch. All of it. And after a while, you moved your hips to try to get him to continue.

“Move…please move.” You looked through your eyelashes at him, giving him your best pleading eyes. And looking at how pretty your eyes were in this scenario, it took him all he could to keep from pounding away. He slowly left your body, not fully taking himself out before thrusting hard into you. The movement jolted your body along with the bike under you, and he continued with the pace and force he wanted to use. 

You brought a hand up to bite, an attempt at keeping your moans in at the feeling of being so full. He moved his hand from your thigh to grab at your hand muffling your sounds, pulling it away from your mouth and placing it on his chest, before he returned his hand back to your thigh.

“I want…I need to hear my pretty girl,” he groaned out, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts causing moans to spill out. You felt him twitch inside you with every sound drawn out of you. “Can you feel what your pretty noises do to me, baby? You sound so beautiful.”

Your nails dug into his skin, running across his chest and grabbing his biceps. Red streaks followed your fingers, and you felt his hard biceps ripple every time he pulled you onto him. His strength only served to turn you on more, clenching around his length. That erupted a deep groan from his chest, an enchanting sound that you would definitely keep engrained in your memory.

The coil in your stomach tightened more with each thrust. You knew you needed just a little bit more, something to truly tip you over the edge. You took one of your hands off his upper arms and moved to circle your clit. That was it. You were thrown over your precipice as your eyes rolled back into your head. All you could think was Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang. 

He watched as your back arched into him, chest pressing against his as he slowed down a bit, letting you ride your waves. You eventually came back down, eyes hazy and glazed over. The slow drags of his cock helped to ride out the aftershocks. Your body fell limp into him.

Yeosang eventually started to pick up the pace, the dazed look in your eyes spurring him on. His low moans in your ear signaled the nearing of his end. His thrusts became sporadic as his grip tightened impossibly more on your thigh. He was using you to get off now and it made a rush of heat fill your body. His hair fell in front of his face, his eyes shut tightly as he focused on his own pleasure.

“Cum, Sangie. I wanna see you cum, please please please.” You whined into his ear, the overstimulation of his continual pace causing every nerve in your body to be lit on fire. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, and they made their way to his back, dragging angry red lines across the expanse. You felt how his cock twitched at that, and a deep groan emanated from his throat. There it is. You kept dragging your nails across his back feeling as his pace started to lose its rhythm. And finally, with one last deep moan, he stilled in you, his face buried deep in your neck.

You felt his breath fanning across your neck, your eyes blinking shut at the sensation. It all felt truly perfect. His deep breaths in your ear, the feeling of being so full of him, his body weight resting slightly on yours, arm around your waist keeping you close to him, the smell of the ocean and your bodies mixed. He slowly started pressing delicate kisses down your neck and into your shoulder, causing a shiver to wrack through your body.

“That was…that was really good,” he giggled in his deep voice. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. He moved away from your neck to look down at you and your blissed-out face. He swore he could stay like this forever, watching as the light from the sunset cast beautiful colors onto your skin, giving you a glow. 

And then your eyes opened to meet him again, and something about the way you smiled at him made him realize that this was not just a one-time thing.

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casual (j.wy)

pairing: non idol!situationship!wooyoung + afab!reader

rating: mature (18+) minors dni!

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you felt stupid, stooping down this low over a stupid man. your friends all say your a loser for continuing this “casual situationship” with jung wooyoung. all the times he fucked your brains out on his couch, then told you “we are not together” afterwards was impossible. the guys in his friend circle know you as the girl he bangs on his couch, and it made you bitter that you still wanted him. all the times he said “baby, no attachment” yet here you two were in the passengers seat of his beat up toyota, him on his knees about to eat you out, his knees getting rugburn from kneeling on the scratchy floor of the car, all because of those baggy, ripped up jeans with the big ass rips at the knees he always wears.

as he teased in the way he always does. “such cute little panties” he said before pulling them down and off, his strong, veiny hands held your thighs apart as he went to town on your pussy with his hot, hungry mouth. you wanted to pull his hair and ask him ‘is it casual now?’ but it just felt too good, you were done for, under his spell. he was too good with his mouth, with the way those big brown eyes looked up at you, his mouth sloppily licking and sucking at your clit and pussy, you were a fool for him. your hands ran through his messy black hair, his bruising grip on your thighs and hungry mouth relentless. you couldn’t help but moan at the intense pleasure your so called “casual situationship” was giving you.

he knew how to hit every right spot, sucking and licking just the right ways to get you moaning obscenities as well as his name. “fucking hell, wooyoung, baby, you’re so good at this, oh my god”. your hands now gripped at his hair, your head thrown back against the headrest. the last thing on your mind was about if someone caught you two, it wasn’t too late at night, and you guys had drove into an almost empty parking garage. you were too busy getting the head of your life from the man who repeatedly said you two “weren’t together” to give a fuck if you were seen.

the pleasure he was giving you was bringing you close to orgasm, as your legs began to shake in his grasp and your moans became more frequent and breathing was labored. “fuck, baby, i’m cumming” you said to him, he smirked against your pussy and went faster with his mouth, getting you closer and closer. when you finally came, he ate it all up.

you felt yourself getting mad at yourself again for letting it end up like this again. you hated yourself for letting this drag on, but when it got down to it, you’d miss the fact that your favorite bra was in his dresser, you’d miss him telling his friends he hit it raw and made you cum multiple times when he didn’t. you’d miss fucking him in the bathroom of the restaurant when we go to dinner. you wanted to tell him to go to hell, but you didn’t have it in you. so you just let him drag you along.

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down the pond moments

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soft yeosang with a soft looking forest with a small pond looks like it came out of the disney movies. you know as sunlight strikes a diamond, its intricate facets disperse light into a dazzling spectrum of colors, creating a mesmerizing play of rainbow hues.

yeosang had your hand wrap tightly around his, warmly. he swayed them gently as you both take in the scenery of the isolated park from the actual park in the center of the city but this one is less, well, polluted.

"oh look ducks!" yeosang pulled away, running towards the pond where he found two ducks floating around. you chuckle, moving along on his direction. you gathered your long-printed skirt in your hand before sitting on your folded legs, "hello little one." a duckling jump out of the water, waddle its small feet towards your lap. you run your forefinger on its back as it settles on your warmth, seeing its eyes close, resting on you.

your heart fluttered from the cuteness, pulling out your phone to record the duckling until you felt a splash of water; slightly drenching you and awakening the duckling. you turn your head along with your phone, only to have your mouth covering in surprise.

your boyfriend, yeosang, fell in the pond.

the pond wasn't too deep as his head and shoulders still propped up on the surface along with his knees perched up on the surface to. his hair that was styled by him for hours were drape on his forehead, a duckling sitting on top of his head.

"omo~ yeo what are you doing darling?" you chuckle, he huffed, parting his hair to gain vision on his curtain wait hair, his eyes moved upwards to motion at the duckling above his head, " this guy over here was struggling with the seaweed on his foot so i tried to help him, but i slip and here i am."

you burst out laughing which made yeosang pout and huffed, looking at your hunching body as you cackled at his situation and wanted to take revenge. so, he came up with a plan, "hey your boyfriend needs some help here ..."

you shake your head, propping your phone on rocks and move the duckling to the side as you stand to help your boyfriend up. you had your skirt bundled in your hand, so it won't touch the water. a hand reaches out for him to pull him out; and yeosang took that chance to pull you instead. with him.

that took you by surprise as you fell in the water beside him, "yeo!" you submerge on the chilly water with a betrayal look on your face. he chuckles at your reaction before splashing you, you squirm before splashing him back a little harder.

the battle between you and yeosang continue until you were thrown over his shoulders, spinning you both around. you smack his back gently, "yah kang yeosang!"

Yeosang pauses, surprising you by wrapping his arms around the backs of your legs. You instinctively reach down, resting your hands lightly on his shoulders. Your eyes meet, sparkling with the reflection of the sunlight dancing on the water's surface. His legs remain submerged, the cool water lapping playfully against his calves.

"yes darling?" even with the playfulness there's still a hint of adoration in them. in your mind, you look like a mess; all drench and smudge makeup but to yeosang, he saw beyond those what you think. your hair may stick to your face but it was still beauty to him, your ruined make up, it was like a stain smudge on the actual masterpiece.

he saw beauty beyond compare.

you shake your head, tapping his shoulders, "we have to go or we'll get sick." he smiles, tightening his grip on your legs, "no not until you give me kiss." his lips were puckered, ready to be smothered by your kisses. you smack his shoulders which in return he playfully drop you, "yeo! stop or no kisses."

"then we're no moving." you both stared at each other before sighing in defeat, yeosang is more hard headed than you. you shake your, leaning down to peck his lips then pulling away, "happy?"

yeosang huffed, "nope." you giggle at his childish, leaning down once again to give him the kiss he deserves. your lips move on his as you bask in the moment of being this intimate with him in public, a rare occasion for you and for yeosang.

this time, it was yeosang who pulled away, looking at you was something he wants to witness each morning comes, "i love you."

you cup his cheeks, pressing your forehead against his, "i love you more."

"quack!" both you and yeosang glance at the two ducklings and the ducks, watching you two. you pulled away, "let's go before you complain about getting sick." you both move back towards the ground, grabbing your things before going on your own ways, with the duckling (who sneak in) resting in your purse.

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i knew you were trouble

biker!park seonghwa x gn!reader ; biker!kang yeosang x gn!reader warnings: a lil suggestive (mayhaps) word count: 718 a/n: the biker!seongsang brainrot is real. should i make this longer? elaborate on it? pls lemme know!

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They’d visit most nights, when they were around this part of town. Shifts on end you’d spend asking yourself if they were back, and if they were, would they remember to swing by? They walked in like they owned the place, and maybe they did. The rumble of their bikes would shake the town and then silence its murmurs when they killed the engine. The very first night they walked into the dive bar you felt the patrons hold their breath. You did too, but not in the same way. You still did. 

Everybody had warned you to stay away from them, that there wasn’t a single reason why you should be involved with something, someone, so volatile. People who would be there one day and gone the next, who would hold your heart in their hands for one night and then crush it to smithereens when the morning came. Still, they held yours with them, always, no matter how far they wandered, its pieces beating in hopes they’d be back soon. 

But perhaps you liked that. Maybe the thrill of it all was the one thing you were after. The way they had your heart racing in your chest wasn’t something you wanted to let go of. They made you feel alive. In a city so dead, they were your only way out.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered in your ear, voice low and gravelly, still entangled in the mess of sheets that was your bed. His hand lay sprawled out on your stomach, a warm, pleasant weight that reminded you this was oh so real, and not a fragment of your imagination. 

“There’s no going back, angel.” 

Seongwha’s voice sounded almost like a warning, but he looked at you with those eyes you rarely ever had the pleasure of getting lost in. A look so delicate you liked to think it was meant only for you. His hand reached over, graceful, getting rid of the single strand of hair partially obscuring your vision. 

“I am,” you nodded, voice light, a faint murmur, almost afraid to admit your wants out loud. You’d never felt this sure of anything in your life.

Half a smile, half a smirk spread out on his soft lips, like he’d expected this from you all along, like he’d caught the prey he’d been chasing after. The way he laid his eyes on you, knowingly, like no one ever could, sent a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin as Yeosang’s hand sneaked past your raised shirt, only to draw feather light circles on your stomach. 

“Alright then, love” he pulled you closer, his hold on you growing a little stronger.

Heaven. You were sure you’d found it with the two people everyone deemed as devils. You didn’t care. Not when your head and heart felt this light, this free. They were trouble, you knew that, but you were ready to get dragged in their storm. 

“Hold on tight,” Seongwha brought your shaky hands around his middle, your arms now wrapped around it, front completely pressed against his back. 

“Are you gonna keep our little bird all to yourself?” Yeosang tauntingly asked with a smirk, sitting atop his bike. How could someone be that devilishly handsome, you couldn’t fathom. From behind your helmet, you smiled, letting out a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry Sang, our angel can ride with you after our next stop,” he was quick to counter, scoffing just a little, before putting his own helmet on. You watched as Yeosang did the same. 

Their bikes rumbled, coming to life, the sound reverberating in the early morning air. It made you jump a little, holding onto Seonghwa tighter, which caused him to chuckle. The harmonious sound was lost in the noise and before you knew it, you were hitting the road.

Part of you knew the second you saw them that this would happen, that you’d take any hand that would drag you out. It wasn’t anything they said or did, rather the feeling that came along with being with them. You trusted your gut enough to know that this was the right move; leave it all behind, covered by the dust that kicked up after you passed by and lost forever between the golden fingers of sunrise.

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yeosang is so daddy

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How I sleep at night knowing that Kang Yeosang feels like he works hard but gets little results and that I have no way to reach him or hug him or tell him how wonderful and talented and kind and amazing he is

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You knew that it was wrong. You knew it, but that didn’t stop you from having feelings for your friend’s brother. How could you not? He was the sweetest goddamn being on Earth, he looked like a Roman statue, he was more shredded than pulled pork, and just an amazing man, brother, friend— Yeosang was everything. He was everything and yet something that you could not have; not in good conscious at least.

You seriously hated your friend for tempting you with him, though. It was part of the code— you don’t fall for your friend’s siblings, and yet, she continued to put you into situations where the man unknowingly tempted you like the devil. For instance, your friend dragged you to one of Yeosang’s frat party despite you begging and pleading for her to not drag you.

The Alpha Theta Zeta fraternity was notorious on campus. You, at first, thought that ATZ was both a fraternity and sorority because apparently they were women friendly, but that only meant that their parties were women dominated because the men of the frat were the most sought out bachelors on campus. So, when you found out that your best friend’s brother was part of it, your heart lurched in both fear and excitement.

“I know that the ATZ frat parties aren’t your thing, Y/N, but I really didn’t want to go alone,” Yeosang’s sister, Yeojin, explained.

“Your brother is there, though?” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but, he’s always busy with his friends… I also hate going there alone, you know?”

“…You’re going to abandon me the second we get there, aren’t you?”

“I love you, Y/N! Thank you so much for coming with me!” Yeojin hugged you happily.

“Yeah, yeah— you owe me,” you responded while rolling your eyes.

Yeojin grinned before opening the door to the frat house with a grand flourish. The second the two of you walked into a threshold, a familiar voice cheered and called your name. Before the person could even get to the two of you, Yeojin slipped into crowd, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“Y/N! I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Wooyoung, one of the other frat brothers, approached you with a giddy, drunk smile.

“H-hey, yeah…” you managed weakly.

“Let’s get some drinks into you,” San, another one of the frat brothers, hugged you from behind and immediately dragged you to the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, there were two things you immediately noted: one was that there were an insane amount of empty beer cans littered along the kitchen island, and two was that Yeosang was standing in the kitchen pouring himself a drink. You felt your face get hot, and you desperately wanted to run away, but San’s hold on you was incredibly tight, and Wooyoung was right next to you. You were sandwiched between the two, unfortunately, and there was nowhere else you could go.

“Oh, Y/N,” Yeosang greeted you warmly with a smile that shattered your entire existence. “Fancy seeing you here. Did Yeojin drag you here?”

“Y-yeah—”

“Of course she did, otherwise Y/N would definitely not be here!” Wooyoung said loudly and right into your ear— he was definitely drunk.

“Well, I’m glad she did,” Yeosang let out a slight giggle. “It’s nice to see you.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Yeosang’s little laugh was like music to your ears— music that drowned out the loud thumping of the base, the shrill of the EDM, and the sound of your rapidly beating heart.

“What’re you drinking tonight?” Yeosang asked as he finished making his own drink.

“Whatever you recommend,” you answered.

With a nod, Yeosang got to work making your drink, earning multiple complaints from the loud boy next to you.

“No fair! Whenever I ask you to make me a drink, you tell me to do it myself!” Wooyoung whined. “Why does Y/N get all the love? What about me?”

“It’s because you’re so picky with your drinks, Woo,” San answered on behalf of Yeosang, who merely rolled his eyes at Wooyoung. “Do you want me to make you a drink?”

“Yes, please! Thank you, Sannie,” Wooyoung gushed before pressing himself right next to his friend.

“That drink better be water— that boy needs to sober the fuck up,” another one of the frat bros, Hongjoong, walked into the kitchen. “If I have to clean his vomit off the rug again, I’ll kill you first, San.”

“Boo, you’re such a buzzkill, Joong,” Wooyoung shot Hongjoong a stink eye.

Before Wooyoung could launch into a monologue about how Hongjoong was ruining his buzz and that he was “perfectly fine” and “not drunk at all”, San led him out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with Yeosang and Hongjoong.

“Here’s your drink,” Yeosang slid the drink to you skillfully, the drink stopping right before you on the kitchen island.

“Thanks,” you squeaked out.

You took a sip of the drink and immediately smiled— usually, the taste of alcohol burned your tongue and throat, and it usually made you want to just switch to a soda or something, but Yeosang’s cocktail didn’t taste like alcohol at all. You knew that he had poured an insane amount of vodka into the drink, but you didn’t taste the vodka at all. Magical.

“Oh, wow! Y/N is here! Mingi, you owe me five bucks,” Yunho laughed happily upon seeing you.

The giants of the frat, Yunho and Mingi, waltzed into the kitchen to get refills of their own drinks.

“You really bet money on Y/N not showing up? That’s low,” Hongjoong commented as all of you watched Mingi fish cash out of his wallet.

“I blame the booze,” Mingi grumbled before offering you a slight hug. “Seriously, though. Glad you made it, Y/N.”

“Listen, I wouldn’t mind coming to these parties more if you guys fixed the state of your bathroom,” you explained. “At least have toilet paper stocked up for crying out loud.”

“That’s Seonghwa’s fault. He’s usually in charge of cleaning the house,” Hongjoong said with a sigh.

“How about you buy toilet paper this time instead of bleeding my wallet dry!” Seonghwa, upon hearing his name, hollered from the other room.

“We were talking about cleaning, knucklehead! If you’re so pressed about money just take my credit card next time— wait, that’s a terrible idea,” Hongjoong grimaced.

“No take backs!”

“Dammit!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction between the boys. When they weren’t being flirts or horny toads, they were actually really fun to talk to. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind spending more time with them in general, just not in a dirty, stinky frat house. Anywhere but a dirty, stinky frat house.

“Hey, let’s do some shots!” Yunho announced to the people in the kitchen while grabbing a bottle of tequila.

“Y/N, can I lick the salt off you? Preferably your neck?” Mingi asked cheekily.

“How about we do shots of vodka or whiskey instead?” you frowned and pushed Mingi away with a singular finger.

“I second vodka. I don’t want to mix my hard liquors today,” Yeosang added helpfully.

Yunho, listening to the both of you, set the bottle of tequila down and poured out five shots of vodka into little plastic shot glasses. You all clinked the shot glasses before downing the vodka. Yeosang’s drink was truly magical because he used the same vodka that Yunho used for the shots, but the vodka by itself burned like hell. Before you could even ask, Yeosang stood right next to you and handed you a chaser, saving you from acid reflux.

“Thanks,” you murmured to the boy.

“Anytime.” Yeosang responded softly. “Do you want to—”

“One more! How could you do shots without me?!” Wooyoung barged back into the kitchen, San and Jongho, another frat bro, trailing behind.

“Absolutely not! You’re still wasted, Wooyoung!” Hongjoong immediately declined.

“No, he’s not,” Yeojin entered the kitchen— immediately making you shift away from her brother— along with Seonghwa. “He just spun around in circles, then walked in a straight line as if nothing happened.”

“Yeah, I’m not drunk, I’m just happy!”

With a little huff, Hongjoong conceded and poured more shots for the ten of you that were in the kitchen. Yeojin ended up pushing herself in between you and Yeosang, making you stand closer to Mingi as you all reached for your shots. You all clinked the plastic shot glasses, the shots disappearing one by one. You immediately followed the shot with the chaser that Yeosang saved you with, the burn and the buzz of the vodka finally starting to affect your body. You ended up pressing your chest right against Mingi’s arm as you reached for another chaser.

“Y/N,” Mingi let out a throaty chuckle, sending shivers down your spine. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“If you mean grabbing soda, then yes, I am,” you responded slowly, still completely unaware of the fact that you were pressing closer and closer to Mingi.

Finally, you managed to snag a bottle of soda and poured yourself more, separating your body from Mingi’s. Mingi took the bottle from you after you finished and set it aside before standing closer to you.

“Will you let me do that tequila shot now?”

“You can do whatever you want, Mingi, but you are still not licking salt off me.”

“Are you sure?”

Mingi’s lips were right by your ear, his warm breath hitting your neck. Before you could say or do anything, Yeojin startled the two of you when she shouted through cupped hands, “Jongho, Seonghwa, and I are going on a fast food run! Anyone want anything?”

“Me! I do!” Mingi said excitedly while raising his hand and running over to your friend.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and placed a hand over your rapidly beating heart. Leaving your chaser on the kitchen island, you slinked out of the kitchen and out to the backyard of the frat.

The frat house backyard was interesting to say the least. You had to take stairs to go down to the actual yard itself, so the second you went through the door, you were standing at what you could only describe as a balcony. Leaning on the railing slightly, you looked at the people in the yard below dancing, flirting, living up their college lives.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Yeosang holding two red solo cups and a gentle smile on his face that made your heart flutter. He stepped out onto the balcony and stood next to you, the smile only getting sweeter as he looked at you. Your slightly drunk self desperately wanted to lean onto Yeosang and rest your head on his shoulder. He handed you one of the cups— water. Perfect. You took a sip and did your best to clear your head, hoping the buzz would wear off somewhat quickly.

“How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay… Mingi was a little much, though,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you slyly scooted closer to him.

“Thank god Yeojin is going on that food run. Mingi desperately needs it.”

You heart fell. Hearing your friend’s name definitely stopped you from getting closer to Yeosang. He was your friend’s brother— how could you forget that? As much as you were drawn to him, as much as every fiber of your entire being wanted him, you were not allowed. You did not want to break your friend’s trust. Not at all.

“You okay? Your face kinda fell there,” Yeosang asked gently, his hand nearing your face.

You couldn’t help but move away slightly, guilt pricking at your skin like a cactus. Your grip on the railing got tighter, your knuckles nearly turning white as you tried to regain your sanity. Yeosang looked absolutely gutted when you leaned away from him, making you feel not only guilty but horrible because the boy was genuinely worried about you, and you could tell based off the way his eyebrows drooped.

“Sorry, I just…” you trailed off, unable to voice your thoughts.

“Y/N, you know you can talk to me, right?” Yeosang’s low voice got even lower, and he placed a reassuring hand on yours, making your skin prick, your spine tremble, and your heart and head waver.

The words got stuck in the back of your throat. You wanted to tell him, but you simply could not tell him. You felt like the world would end if you confessed your feelings for him. But, there was something about the way he was rubbing your hand, trying so hard to calm you and assure you that everything would be alright, that made you just want to grab onto him and never let go.

“I think… I need a drink before I can say anything,” you said while clearing your throat.

“Would you like mine? I’ve been drinking it so I promise it’s not spiked,” Yeosang said as he offered you his cup. “Also, I’m perfectly healthy, so don’t worry if you’re scared about getting sick.”

It wasn’t that you were scared of getting sick— it was the thought of you having an indirect kiss with Yeosang if you drank from his cup that made you dizzy. Still, you nodded and took his cup because, as much as you would love to do a shot of liquid courage, you didn’t want to break this moment between you and Yeosang. You took a good swig of his (still very magical) drink and let out a deep breath while handing the cup back to Yeosang.

“I can’t betray Yeojin,” you uttered. “She’s my best friend, and you’re her brother.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Yeosang asked carefully.

“I… I really like you, Yeosang—”

Yeosang cut you off by bringing his lips to yours. You could taste the lingering alcohol on his lips as they enveloped your lower lip, sucking lightly and tugging gently. He cupped your cheek with his warm hand and brought your face towards him even more, your noses brushing with every kiss. You felt your face heat up more and more with every passing second, and it only got worse when his hand moved to your neck, his feather-light touch tickling the nape of your neck and sending tingles through your nerves. A soft moan left your lips when Yeosang ended your string of kisses. A sly smile spread across his face as he observed your flushed one.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you,” Yeosang stated, his low voice setting your brain cells on fire. 

“I— Me too– I mean,” you stuttered, your head still scrambled. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

Yeosang took the solo cups from you and set them aside before pulling you into his soft yet also firm chest, his strong arm wrapping around your waist and holding you as close to him as possible. He kissed you again, your entire body lurching with excitement and desire as his lips overtook yours passionately. His other hand rested on the nape of your neck once again, his fingers lacing through the hair on the back of your head.

“God, I seriously can’t get enough,” Yeosang uttered in between kisses. “You’re addicting, Y/N.”

“I could say the same to you,” you whispered back.

As much as you wanted to make out with him even more, you desperately needed to surface for air. You pushed against him lightly and let out little pants as you held onto him tightly to steady yourself.

“You know, I’m actually kind of surprised you like me back,” your heart jittered when you heard him say that— you couldn’t believe that Yeosang, the boy you were crushing on hard, liked you back. “You always avoid me during these parties, so I just assumed you weren’t into me like that.”

“I— I’m very much into you,” you responded breathlessly. “So much so that I have to avoid you to… To maintain my sanity… And my friendship with your sister…”

He placed a finger on your lips and said, “I won’t tell her if you don’t. Let’s forget about everything tonight. Let me love you tonight.”

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Savior (p.sh x k.ys)

Pairing: park seonghwa x kang yeosang

Genre: fantasy, witch!seonghwa, fairy!yeosang

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds

Wc: 1.3k

Summary: Yeosang was chased by a wild animal and thought he wasn’t going to survive. But he was in luck. He had a savior.

Yeosang hadn’t stopped running for the gods only know how long.

If he could fly, that would’ve been much quicker, but he couldn’t. The damn animal that was chasing him had damaged one of his very delicate wings so now he couldn’t get off the ground without fumbling in the air and then falling anyway. So he ran. He ran as the animal kept almost catching him. 

His feet were cut up and dirty, his perfectly white and silky dress had been torn up and dirtied. And his normally perfectly styled blonde hair was matted with sticks and dirt and even some blood from one of the times he’d tripped. He’d fallen and hit his head, but the adrenaline had been enough to keep him going.

However, the adrenaline could only keep him going for so long. He was running on fumes right now and was certain he was going to die. What about his parents? His older sister? His people? What will happen if they can’t ever find him again-

“Get down!!” a voice yelled. Yeosang saw a young man, dressed in all black. He had a bag slung across his chest, stuff protruding from it as it was running out of space. Yeosang almost froze from how mesmerizing he was. His pink hair falling nearly perfectly into his eyes that seemed to have pink eyeshadow around them. He almost forgot to get down. But what reminded him was the sound of breaking branches and leaves rustling behind him.

He quickly dropped to the ground and covered his head, shaking from exhaustion and fear as a bright purple light emitted from above him. The running seemed to start growing distant before he heard the footsteps of the man who had saved him. But before he could look up at his savior, he passed out.

—

A few hours later, Yeosang woke up on a couch in front of a fire. He was still beyond dirty, but his wounds had been cleaned and dressed. He slowly sat up, holding his head that was currently pounding when he heard a creak and flinched, quickly curling away.

“It’s alright..! I’m not going to hurt you,” It was the man from the woods that had saved him before.

He looked even more gorgeous up close, his skin being flawless. His eyes were a beautiful blue color with brown speckled in them. He wore a black lace choker and fingerless gloves, being dressed in a black frilly blouse and short black skirt as well. He looked ethereal. And that was something for the fairy to think since he was an ethereal being himself.

Yeosang stayed quiet as the unknown stranger slowly approached him, sitting on one of the chairs in the small living room. “I brought you some tea to help with the headache I’m sure you have. And I put some clothes in the bathroom for you so you could take a shower and change. I’m afraid I only ever dress in blacks and purples, so it’s nothing like you’re wearing,” the man was nervously rambling as if he didn’t see others often.

“What’s your name?” Yeosang’s savior looked surprised at the low tone to the fairy’s voice. He looked so delicate and this was the first time he’d seen encountered a fairy in real life.

“Oh..! Right, sorry. It’s Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa.”

“I’m Yeosang.”

—

The fairy looked shy as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He had taken a shower, getting himself clean. His blonde hair was hanging in his eyes as he stood there in front of the mirror, having changed into the dark clothing that the other man, Seonghwa, had given him. He was thankful for the boy’s wardrobe but it also made him extremely shy. The specific crop top that had been given to him had thin straps crisscrossed in the back and that let his wings be out comfortably.

The best way that his wings could be described was they were translucent with an iridescent glow to them. Some of the younger fairies who hadn’t gotten their wings yet always claimed his wings looked like bubbles stuck in thin wire. And he loved that description.

But the crop top, while much more revealing than he was used to, wasn’t the thing that made him shy. The skirt that Seongwha had given him to use. He was quite a bit smaller than his rescuer, but it still sat comfortably on his hips. The thing was that he could assume by its length that it was much, MUCH shorter on the other male. It had small chains hanging from the waistband and he just looked at himself.

He was also more modest, but this. Yeosang had never felt this way about his appearance before. While embarrassed, he felt…good. Hot, sexy. Those last two he had never felt in his life. Yet here he was, in a style so opposite his own and in clothes that belonged to another man.

Oh his parents would kill him if they found him like this.

He walked back down from the bathroom, looking around for Seonghwa, finding him in the kitchen. He was talking to a black cat on his kitchen windowsill and smiling while he did. That’s when the cat looked at Yeosang, making him back away a little and causing Seonghwa to look in his direction.

“Oh..! You’re finished. Don’t worry about this little one. This is Sannie, my familiar. I was just asking him to go to a couple of friends of ours to make some clothes more your style. I didn’t want you to have to wear my clothes all the time while you recovered,” Seonhwa rambled. Yeosang didn’t understand why Seonghwa kept rambling like he was nervous. He didn’t think he was intimidating.

“Thank you. I don’t mind your clothes, though,” Yeosang said quietly, getting Seonghwa to look up at him.

“Oh? Well, I’m glad. You can use some of my clothes for now but I’ll still get you some extra clothes of your own. It’ll just be easier. You look good in the top and skirt though..! Sorry if they’re too revealing,” Seonghwa said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to the side, the cat on the windowsill having disappeared to go and do as he was asked.

“It’s okay. And you said that cat was a familiar? You’re a witch?” Yeosang said a little nervously as he looked at him.

“Oh..! Yes, I am. But you don’t have to worry. I mainly am here for healing. Many animals and beings come to me to be healed. My natural energy is healing and I make healing remedies as well. Some of which I put in that tea you drank earlier,” Seonghwa quickly explained to the fair at the nervous tone. “I’m not like some witches you hear about in stories. My only purpose is to heal.”

Yeosang nodded softly as he stood there, playing with the fabric of the shirt he wore. “Alright,” he mumbled, his wings fluttering behind him a little, catching Seonghwa’s attention.

“You have very pretty wings,” he commented and Yeosang actually took a full step back. “I’m not going to touch, I promise..! I just wanted to say how pretty they look.”

Yeosang looked up at him. Most people who ever made a comment about his wings either wanted to kill him for them or touch them. And they were the most sensitive thing on his body. “Sorry…Most people don’t have good intentions when it comes to my wings,” he mumbled.

Seonghwa could tell the fairy was nervous of him, so he took a few steps back. “Well, you should get some more rest. You’ll need it if you’re going to heal quicker,” he said with a small and a little sad smile. He then turned and went back to doing things in the kitchen.

Yeosang just wanted him. This man, this witch. Was something else. He was intrigued. Maybe he could stick around for a little while.

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❇ just imagine yeosang putting up the christmas tree, he picks up garlands after garlands and then christmas lights and hanging few christmas balls until he picks up an extra box of christmas lights and decorations, his head light up with a witty idea. after a while, you heard the living room went silent, your brows furrowed, you drop the knife gently on the chopping board, wiping your hands clean on the apron wrapped around your waist whilst calling for your husband, "yeo? hubby? you okay?" you walk in the living room only to puffed in laughter, your husband who was in charge of putting up the christmas tree was wrapped from head to toe—in a T postion— in various colors of garlands along with christmas lights and few christmas balls hanging on his 10 fingers including in his two earlobes. you shake your head, a big smile on your face, "what are you doing hubby?" he smiles innocently, walking–waddling towards you, "merry christmas love!" he cheered, waving his fingers. it sent you to another fit of laughter, you started to remove the garlands and christmas ball but not the christmas lights, you chuckle squatting to grab the star for the christmas tree but place it on his head instead, the star wasn't heavy—a clip lightweight star. you press the button to make the star light up, moments later the star sing a instrumental christmas songs. you chuckle throwing your arms around his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, "what does my wife wish for christmas?" yeosang spoke in a santa clause voice, you chuckle pecking his cheeks, "is for my husband to finish setting up the christmas tree and not to laze around." yeosang laugh, still keeping in character, "oh ho ho, your husband must be strong to put up the christmas tree." you made a thinking face, deciding to prank him a little, "yeah he is but he is still lazy since i told him to put it up 3 days ago and then stealing cookies at midnight then wrapping hollow block as a present to wooyoung--" "okay that is enough lady." suddenly yeosang tickles your side making you yelp and burst in laughter. you manage to escape his hold and run away from him, also him chasing after you. both of you went around the living room to the kitchen and then around the table before returning back to the living room. you didn't notice the garlands that you remove from yeosang and trip over them. yeosang reacted slowly causing him to fall on top of you, both of crashing onto each other. you groan rubbing your forehead, "omo wifey i am sorry!" you chuckle, rolling your eyes at him, "yeah i need kiss to that." he giggles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. he pulled away, his eyes strained at yours for a while before flicking above you and you have seen those sparkle eyes when he gets a new game or gets excited. you furrowed when he reaches something behind you and show it to you, the object made you burst into giggles, "hubby ... seriously?" it was a mistletoe. he nodded his head fervently, you could not resist your husband acting this way, i mean you married this man on top of you because of his personality, so caring and full of inner child that heals your inner child. you reach up to his collar, pulling him closer, "i'm waiting hubby." you wiggle your eyebrows playfully, he arches an eyebrow, with also a playful smirk, "as you wish wifey." he leaned down capturing your lips to his soft ones with a mistletoe above your head. ❇

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