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₊˚.༄ S. MINGI — five stars

synopsis: he’s a small artist your rich friend got you tickets to see up close. after the show, you catch him at a bar. is this all fanservice or something more? warnings: 2.1k words, rockstar mingi AU, afab fem reader, porn with plot, celebrity/fan dynamic, unprotected sex, foul language, dirty talk, reader and mingi are at a bar but do not drink, usage of 'beautiful' 'baby' and 'min' as petnames, cunnilingus implied, possessive mingi, no solid dom/sub dynamic, not proofread.

he's gorgeous.

that was the first thought that came to mind as you and your friend nudged each other behind the railing. he was only a few feet away, smiling at another fan who was getting him to sign their album. and you just couldn’t help but stare.

but your phone was dead and you had no idea what you'd ask or tell him when you got your three second interaction.

it was too late to come up with something though. your best friend was already handing him a poster for him to sign, camera in his face, gushing about how sexy he was on stage. he smiled, only glancing quickly at her and muttering a quick 'thanks for coming'.

now, it was your turn and you had absolutely nothing to offer him. your poster was too deep in your friend's bag to fish out, your albums were at home, and he couldn't take a selfie on your phone.

so you nervously settled for “hi, mingi, what's your favorite song to perform?"

he was on autopilot, his hand out and awaiting the item you'd surely want autographed, but your question broke him out of his routine. so he met your eyes with that signature smile of his, "autobahn. you don't have anything for me?"

embarrassment made your heart squeeze as he really stared at you, his eyes tracing curiously over your features. "no, i'm sorry. my phone died and i don't have an album or anything."

he laughed. the breathy sound was a dizzying contrast to... everything. the heavy eyeliner around his eyes, the thick rings around his hands, his intense gaze. "don't apologize, beautiful. what's your name?"

you introduced yourself and felt your heart rate quicken as he started to sign other items and take selfies. but his attention was on you.

"that's really pretty," he hummed, taking yet another glance at you, "is this your first time?"

"no," you answered too quickly, "i came here with my ex-boyfriend last tour. we broke up during the concert, actually."

the fans around you laughed amongst themselves, obviously tuned into the conversation. you mentally slapped yourself for saying something so stupid, but he put you on the spot and it didn't help that he was so close you could smell his cologne.

"seriously?" he asked, laughing alongside the crowd behind you. "bet you were out of his league anyway. i did you a favor."

he handed a plushie back to a fan behind you before putting his hand out for you to take. you hesitated and he pointed towards your hand, "let me see your hand."

you were quick to comply and he placed your hand in his, quietly repeating your name to himself, "here. hopefully this was a better experience than last time. thank you for coming."

your eyes widened when he placed one of his rings on the palm of your hand. the people behind you gasped in surprise and awe, some even shoving each other to take a look. but he had already moved onto the next area of fans before you could even thank him back.

later that night, after your cheerful friend was insistent that you keep the night going, you hit up a high-end bar across town.

"dude, he totally wanted you," she said loudly from the barstool next to you. "i even got a video of him talking to you and he's literally looking at you like the rest of us weren't even there."

"stop," you whined, embarrassed by her claim. "it's just fan service."

"oh, he'd definitely service you— oh, my god. oh… my… god," her words tapered off into squeals as she looked behind you.

you turned, thinking there'd be somebody throwing up or naked on the dance floor, only to see mingi approaching the bar.

"no fucking way," you muttered, turning back towards your friend when you accidentally made eye contact with him.

you end up in a private room with him. everyone else is gone and forgotten, except for one of his staff members idling outside the room to make sure no one would get in.

"so," he began as you settled down next to him, his long legs stretching under the table and brushing against yours. but he didn’t move as he spoke, "fate?"

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling all kinds of emotions running through your veins as he held your gaze under the dim blue lighting.

"maybe," you replied, not trusting yourself to say anything else.

he exhaled amusedly in response, sensing your nerves and feeding off of your attention. his eyes were drawn to the ring (his ring) around your middle finger and he hummed to himself before continuing.

"tell me about your ex. i've never heard of someone being broken up with during my shows," he took a swig of water, eyeing you with intrigue.

you relaxed slightly, repeating to yourself that he was just another person. just another man. "right, well... we weren't together long. but he wouldn't let me go to your show with a friend because he said that'd be cheating. you were his favorite artist, so he invited himself. he decided that me singing along was also cheating. long story short, i broke up with him and he left before the show was over."

"he didn't even let me finish?" mingi's eyes widened in shock, chest shaking with laughter, "what an asshole. sorry he ruined that for you."

you shook your head, taking a sip of water as he processed the story.

"so you came to this show with a secure guy at home?" he asked tentatively, watching you carefully as you set your cup down.

"no guy at home," you corrected, "i'd rather scream for you comfortably."

your odd choice of words was out before you could take them back, and they made him snort, "that's what i like to hear."

somehow, you end up naked, face pressed against a pillow at a luxurious hotel a few minutes from the bar. there's lipgloss smudged across your chin, surely staining the cotton beneath you, but you can't even pretend to care as mingi's hand traces the arch of your back.

"look at that," he groans to himself, biting down on his kiss-swollen lips, "baby, you're soaked."

"mingi," you complain, the cold breeze from the air conditioning making your craving for his warmth even stronger.

he shushes you, bending over to press a kiss on your shoulder, "i know. i feel you pushing back on me.”

"then do something,” you plead, arching even further as his woody scent hits your nose. he was so close you could count his eyelashes and the thought makes you clench.

he barely suppresses a moan at your desperation, "spread your legs a little more f'me."

you do as you're told, mind clouded with need, and he rewards you by sliding himself between your folds. you tense when his tip brushes on your clitoris, and he makes it his mission to do the same thing a few more times.

the slick sound of the motion fills the room and he shudders, watching the side of your face and taking pleasure from seeing your brows furrow.

but he stops abruptly, hands steady on your hips and voice right next to your ear, "gotta see you. turn over."

he adjusts a pillow under you before flipping you onto your back. he doesn’t give you time to respond as he leans down for a heated kiss. his plush lips are slightly chapped, moving against yours as if he’d been waiting decades for the chance to kiss you again.

“are you sure you don’t want me to finger you or somethin’?” he asks against your lips, “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

against your better judgement, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, “just fuck me.”

his eyes widen in a mix of amusement and desire, “okay, but let me know if—“

“—i can take it, mingi, please,” you insist, heels digging into his back to push him closer.

his resolve snaps and his demeanor shifts, “of course you can.” he licks his ring and middle fingers and slips his hand between your legs, circling your clit with ease, “bet i could slip right in, hm? so fucking needy, i love it.”

he’s immediately proven right when you use your own hand to guide him to your hole. he shudders in surprise, a cute smile pulling at his lips. he doesn’t hesitate to give you what you want, slowly pressing into you.

his eyes follow the tilt of your head, and he takes advantage of the view by pressing open mouthed kisses right under your jaw. his nose presses against your neck, and he moans in harmony with you as he bottoms out, “fuck, you’re so sexy. feeling good?”

“mingi, move,” you breathe out, feeling more full than you’d ever felt. he laughs softly at your words, nipping at your neck before straightening up.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” he replies, digging his knees into the mattress and pinning your wrists above you.

your mind can barely register the way he invades your senses. you can see he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, his jaw slack as he pistons into you.

you can feel the hand on your wrists tightening periodically, his other hand busy playing with your clit.

you can hear him moaning your name in that voice you had listened to thousands of times over in your favorite songs.

the voice you’d many times played at night when you just couldn’t sleep and your body needed release. he’d led you there, in your fantasies and you’d apologized to him in your mind afterwards. and now he’s panting above you, dick twitching inside you when you meet his thrusts.

he’s fucking into you, exploring you with his gaze as if he’s trying to mentally map out all the places he’s going to claim for himself. he’s not holding back how aroused he is, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth as he whines a breathy, “keep fucking me back, baby.”

“min, ‘m close,” you tremble in his hold, moaning when his clouded eyes snap up to your face.

he nods enthusiastically, a wild smile gracing his face. the thumb on your clit is still drawing jumbled patterns as he gears all his focus into making you reach your high, “i know— shit, i know, you’re clenching like crazy. wish you could see how pretty you look right now. yeah, taking me like you own me.”

he’s rambling, completely dazed as he studies your features with lust, “bet you’ve thought about this before. your ex was right, getting jealous over me.” he pauses, releasing your hands and adjusting the pillow under you to angle himself even deeper, “imagine what he’d think, seeing us like this.”

you claw at his back and he exhales sharply, head dipping forward, “did you fuck him like this?” his laugh turns into a moan when you shake your head, “he didn’t deserve it. you sound so pretty, fuck, i could put you on a track and listen for hours.”

the new angle and his voice vibrating right over your face is enough to push you over the edge. and he follows right behind you, pulling out just before releasing over your abdomen.

he doesn’t let up on your clit, tapping it and rubbing it messily until you push him away.

you take a few moments to gather yourself, working through the aftershocks of your orgasm. your eyes open slowly when you hear the sheets rustling beneath you as he moves back to lie down onto his stomach.

his eyes are trained onto your face as you push yourself up by your elbows, his ringed fingers gently prying your knees apart, “feeling good?”

“yes. thank you,” you reply, instinctively reaching down to rake your hands through his short, bubble-gum pink hair. your new ring glistens in the warm light emitted by the hotel lamp.

he smiles innocently at your touch as if he’s not hardening against the sheets, “don’t thank me yet. you can give me one more, right?”

[the texts you wake up to the next morning...]

| unsaved number: sorry about leaving you, i had a flight to catch | unsaved number: but the room’s booked for another day and your ride home is paid for | unsaved number: i’ll lyk when i’m in town again :) free tickets and maybe a backstage pass if you’re down?

| bff: dude | bff: why tf did i just get an email from QK asking me to sign an nda, saying i witnessed something confidential? | bff: omfg. it just clicked. u actually fucked THE song mingi? | bff: blink twice if yes??? and hypothetically… how many stars would u rate him???

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₊˚.༄ K. HONGJOONG — on deck

synopsis: the captain of the ship cannot stand sharing.

warnings: 1.1k words, pirate AU, porn with a little plot, penetrative sex, afab reader, unprotected, rough, edging, one (1) pussy slap, very light choking and crying, biting, slight exhibitionism (?), cursing and dirty talk, hongjoong is whipped but a lil mean, yeosang mention, “baby” and “joong” used as pet names. not proofread.

you cover your mouth to no avail, the sensation of his skin on yours too much to bear. the bed shakes under your bodies, the wood of the ship’s floors creaking with the force pressed down on it. but hongjoong is laser focused, one of your legs pressed back and the other raised over his shoulder.

“slow down—“ you protest half-heartedly, but the man between your legs doesn’t abide by your request, a droplet of sweat dripping down his sharp jaw and landing on your stomach.

his eyes follow its trail down your navel hungrily, his calloused hand coming down to press on your lower abdomen, “feel me right here, baby? hm? talk to me, fuck, wanna hear you.”

“yeah,” you repeat desperately, legs threatening to kick with the new sensation, “cap’n, i’m gonna cum.”

the name makes his head fuzzy, not used to hearing his title anywhere but on deck, “uh-uh, not yet.”

his thrusts slow down, and he watches with a lopsided grin as your eyes snap open and land on him. you gulp down a complaint, knowing better than to talk back now, “but i apologized, i just… wanted your attention.”

he leans down, gold chains grazing your skin with the new angle. he nudges his nose against your jawline, nipping softly at the skin there, “i know. this is a reminder.”

you arch into him, your chest bumping against his. “joong, i didn’t mean to…” you’re cut off by a moan when he snakes a hand down to play with your clit, his thick rings grazing your skin deliciously, “i didn’t mean to, i promise.”

“no?” he asks, unconvinced by your words, “didn’t mean to flirt with our navigator? didn’t mean to? that’s funny.”

his toxic streak of jealousy shines through his questioning and you give into it, “cause you were ignoring me.”

you feel the sting of a light slap against your cunt and your body shudders at the conflicting pain, your eyes rolling back at the warm feeling.

“so your solution is to brush up against another crew member?” he quips almost amusedly, enjoying the build up of your noises before pulling his hand away from your arousal and tapping his fingers on your bottom lip.

you open up automatically, answering with a muffled groan around his digits. he looks at you, lovestruck but unwilling to relent, “should’ve used your words and told me you were feeling neglected. i would’ve made time for you, baby. i always do.”

you wrap your tongue around his middle and ring fingers, sucking them into your mouth as if your life depended on it. in that moment, it felt like it did, your chest would surely cave in if he edged you again. every time you thought he’d finally forgiven you, he’d slow down or stop, stilling inside you as you clenched around him with exasperation.

but when he finally catches the tears welling up in your eyes, he feels himself twitch, a barely audible moan tumbling from his glistening lips, “fuck, are you gonna cry?”

the humiliation makes tears prick at your eyes, and he removes his hand from your mouth to wrap around your throat and pull you in for a sloppy kiss. the exchange is all spit and teeth, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he doesn’t know how to do anything but that. you move your hips against his and he allows you to, biting down softly on your bottom lip to egg you on.

he’s dazed when you pull apart, his eyebrows knitting together as he watches hot tears spill down your cheeks. he’s licks them up faster than you can even register what he’s doing, the saltiness of the fluid making his eyes screw shut. “are you sorry?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you’re so attentive to him that you think you hear a whine.

“it won’t happen again,” you assure him, your arms wrapping around his neck and heels pushing against his backside to push him into you, “joong, please. they probably all heard us by now, they know who we belong to, please.”

hot sparks of desire thrum in his chest as you indirectly call yourself his and him yours. he presses softly against the sides of your neck, “yeah? is that what you wanted? other people to hear this?”

in your fogged mind, you barely capture his words, nodding enthusiastically to anything he says, “please, i just want you.”

he pulls you even closer, roughly tugging your legs to press himself into you at a new angle. he hears the commotion on the deck above and can’t bring himself to care in the slightest when you breathlessly moan his name.

“i want you too. love having you like this,” he rambles as he builds up his thrusts again, “so fuckin’ wet for me. you’re dripping all over yourself.”

you throw your head back against the cushions as his pelvis brushes against your clit with every pointed thrust. he continues, “where do you want me, baby?”

“inside,” you plead, fighting against the urge to close your legs at the overpowering force of your impending climax, “i need it.”

hongjoong thinks he feels drool collect at the corner of his mouth, not questioning your answer as he begins to draw tight circles around your pulsing clit.

your grip on his forearms tightens as stars rise in your vision, finishing with a silent plea of his name. watching you tips him over the edge, his gaze focusing on your face as he follows your instruction to finish inside you.

you both reach your highs with heaving chests and restless hips, meeting each other’s desperate thrusts halfway. when you start complaining, he pulls out, dropping his forehead on your stomach to regain his strength.

a few moments pass before you hear a hesitant knock on the door and a deep voice, “uh, seonghwa says we’re ready to set sail on your command.”

you immediately recognize the voice as yeosang’s, the navigator you’d batted your eyelashes at to get a rise out of hongjoong. the latter looks up at you with an amused grin at the coincidence, his voice hushed against your skin, “you gonna answer or not?”

hongjoong’s petty question makes your heart stutter. he knew the younger man was addressing him, but he wanted you to answer for him and confirm that it was you under him in the captain’s room.

you gulp down your embarrassment, trying to ignore the open mouthed kisses the captain was leaving just under your belly button, “he’ll be right out, yeosang, thank… you.”

“no rush. yeah, we can, uh, we can wait. yeah,” you hear from the other side of the door, the baritone of your friend’s voice wavering slightly.

you feel a slight nibble just over the bone of your hip, a satisfied smile on hongjoong’s face as he straightens up. he watches you clench around nothing, his eyes following the mix of your fluids traveling down your bottom, “you heard him. let’s keep him waiting just a little longer.”

2/8 posted, 6 to go… what AUs do you wanna see? ^^

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₊˚.༄ J. YUNHO — magic hands

synopsis: a magical uni AU where your friend has an unusual way of tutoring you warnings: 2.3k words, first smut fic, porn with plot, afab reader, cursing, cunnilingus, oral sex (f receiving: over panties and without them), virgin reader and experienced yunho, soft/service dom yunho, pussy drunk yunho, ‘pretty’ used as a petname (once), not proofread.

yet another alchemy assignment you had procrastinated was splayed across the desk, mocking you.

the owner of the desk, your friend yunho, was seated right next to you, his chair practically glued to yours. he was much too close for comfort or concentration. he’d gone over the same question twice already, his hands pointing out highlighted terms and tapping the desk when you’d space out.

but he didn’t raise his voice. he didn’t give up on your grade or your attention, forcing you to focus with a call of your name and reassurance that you were almost there.

it was torture to pretend to pay attention to any of the complicated formulas coming from his mouth when all you could focus on was the scent of his laundry mixing with the mint of his breath.

fresh, comforting, reassuring. so very him.

so it was no surprise that a ten minute assignment turned into a half hour task, the clock marking each minute in the corner of his room.

you weren’t stupid. lazy, perhaps, with how last-minute you’d decided to begin even writing your name on the paper, but you absolutely knew what you were doing: showing up to yunho’s apartment on a late sunday night. lightly perfumed, body shaved, clothes ironed perfectly, and teeth freshly brushed.

you were justified; he was one of your closest friends, your partner in class, among the top students, and willing to help. you just wanted to… double check your work. eye-candy was just a plus.

but half an hour wasn’t nearly enough, so you stalled before leaving, your chair still pulled close to his as you doodled on your scratch paper.

“so… how do you know when you’ve manifested enough energy for healing?” you asked him, referring to the new skill you were expected to master in the next year. it was supposed to be easy enough, much more simple than other sorcery you’d already begun, but it always escaped you just barely every time you practiced it.

his warm eyes remained on your hands for a moment before flicking towards your shorts for a fraction of a second. “it’s not really easy to describe… i’d have to make a weird comparison.”

“weird?” you mumbled, frowning as you examined his sudden shift in posture.

he nodded silently, his dyed honey hair shaking softly with the movement, before adding, “the closest i can get is the intense wave feeling you get when you cum.”

“oh,” is all you managed, looking down at your lap and then powering through the silence, “you’re telling me it feels orgasmic?”

he exhaled amusedly, as if you’d said something adorably naive, “no— i mean, the way your nerves feel like they’re going into overdrive but… in waves.”

“right.”

there was a stretch of silence as you digested his words, part of you wishing you hadn’t asked. sure, talking about sex with your crush would normally be exciting, but in this context, it was mortifying. so you avoided his eyes as you normally did when he said something suggestive so casually that it made you want to jump out of your skin.

he watched your inner turmoil, struggling to fight a smile off his lips, “why’d you say it like that?”

“like what?”

“like you don’t know what i’m talking about,” he replied simply, eyes tracing over your features as you finally glanced up at him.

you forced yourself to shrug, trying your hardest not to read into the implications of his statement. but there wasn’t much you could do to save yourself from the truth that you couldn’t relate to the analogy in the slightest.

his attempts at staying serious crumbled, and his shoulders shook with laughter, “you actually don’t know what i’m talking about.”

“well,“ you winced, not wanting to get into details with him of all people, “not really. it’s not intense, not like you’re describing.”

he pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought as he replied, “then, no offense, but you’re doing something wrong.”

you couldn’t help but feel insulted by his words, your eyes narrowed as you spoke, “what— no? i just don’t think it’s as intense as some people make it out to be. like your stupid neighbors.”

the mention of the couple next door to his apartment made yunho sigh in annoyance, but the corners of his lips curled, “yeah, i don’t think that poor girl’s really feeling the way she sounds like she is. but it’s not impossible to make someone sound like that genuinely.”

“like you would know,” you scoffed, still peeved by his unnerving comments.

he looked down at you with an unreadable expression, holding your gaze for a moment before turning away and laughing. “maybe, maybe not. the point is,” he paused, taking a hold on your right hand and flipping it over, tracing his finger over your open palm, “it’ll feel like concentrated warmth. right here.”

the slight tremble of your pinky didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde man, and he held your hand steady, “you’re overthinking it. you’re talented, it’ll come naturally to you.”

“but how will i know when i’m ready?” you insisted, the furrow of your brow deepening with frustration.

he used his other hand to smooth a finger over the crease of your forehead, “you’ll know when you feel it. it’s overwhelming at first, but it’s pleasant, i promise.”

“but if i’ve never experienced a feeling like that,” you trailed off, the tips of your ears feeling hot under his touch.

he inhaled sharply, “then you have two options. wait it out, expect the unexpected. or train your nerves a little.”

the suggestion made your stomach churn, words slipping from yours lips before you could think twice, “train with who?“

you saw the slight twitch of your friend’s jaw, a puff of air coming out roughly from his nose, “i mean, i don’t know. obviously whatever guy you’ve been with hasn’t worked.”

you thought you saw your chance open up after months of you planting seeds, but you couldn’t be sure he was interested the way you were. so you danced around what you really wanted to say, “i haven’t.”

“haven’t what?” he asked, knowing exactly what you meant but needing confirmation from you.

“been with anyone. i guess whatever i’m doing with myself isn’t the same as…” you trailed off, your chair suddenly feeling too stiff and the air feeling heavier.

his adam’s apple bobbed up and down slowly as he registered your words, his eyes closed as he gathered his thoughts, “really? i didn’t mean to assume, it’s just… you’re…”

“yunho,” you interrupted his train of thought, your thigh brushing against his as you shifted in your seat, “would you help me?”

yunho’s fingers travel across the backs of your thighs, gently pushing you to lie all the way on your back as he settles down on his chest. his bedsheets are cold, an exciting contrast to the warmth of his breath over your calves.

you shudder against the cool air, clad only in your panties; his kiss-swollen lips placing kisses up your legs, stopping at your knees to pull them open for him.

“are you sure this is okay? you’re tense,” he mumbles against the inside of your calf, his hands hovering under your knees.

you nod, trying to relax your legs and feeling your muscles twitch as he slides his body between your legs, “just nervous.”

he eyes the waistband of your underwear, feeling his restraint dwindle by the second, “nothing to be nervous about. but i want you to let me know what you feel.”

you agree with a hum, earning you a quick smile from the man below you. he’s slow, his patience translating even into this aspect of his personality as he climbs back over you to leave lingering kisses on your lips.

he swallows the almost silent noises you make greedily, one of his hands resting on the base of your neck while the other plays experimentally with your nipples. you can feel the noises he holds back when you respond to his touch, seemingly just as aroused as you.

when he breaks the kiss, he wastes no time in trailing open-mouthed kisses down your abdomen, reaching just above the last piece of cloth covering you before pulling away.

you’re about to complain when he straightens up, taking off his shirt with practiced quickness and lying back down on his stomach. instinctively, you almost seal your eyes shut but you force them to stay open and witness the sight you’d been craving for over a year.

“is this okay?” he asks quietly, pointer finger hooking under the waistband of your underwear. he smiles when your back arches slightly in anticipation, “c’mon, gotta hear a clear yes.”

“yes,” you breathe out, squirming against the sheets, “yes, i’m just… embarrassed.”

he hums thoughtfully, suddenly tracing his thumb over your slit, the cloth of your underwear clinging to you. he smiles when you exhale shakily, “that’s okay, i’ll help you with that.”

before you can even begin to question what he means, his tongue is already laid flat against you, his saliva soaking the lace even further. he gives a few, slow licks before pressing a kiss where he supposed your clit was, “you wore lace panties to study?”

an apology dies in your throat as you attempt to speak over the dizzying temperature of the room, but he cuts you off, “don’t be sorry. they’re cute. i’ve always liked this color on you.”

he makes quick work of sliding the waistband down your thighs, a groan falling from his lips as strings of arousal cling to you. he mutters something incoherent under his breath before setting the cloth to the side and placing your legs on his shoulders.

"i'll be gentle," he says quietly, more of an oath to himself than a promise to you. he leans in to lick a stripe up your heat, gauging your reaction before placing another and then another, each with more precision and pressure than the last.

"fuck, yunho," you say, your head buzzing slightly with the rhythm he's set, "feels weird."

he smiles against you, expecting your reaction. his hand moves from the back of your thigh to rest his arm's weight over your hips. "i know," he muses, replacing his tongue with his thumb. he coaxes a whine out of you as he traces circles on your clit, "you wanna stop?"

you shake your head almost too quickly, "no, i just didn't expect— i feel like i can't control my body."

"you can let go," he reassures you, slipping a finger down your slit as he distracts you with soft kisses on your clit, "i want you to. don't think about it, just relax." you moan in agreement when you feel his finger prod at your hole. he's careful to ease you into the feeling, pumping that finger slowly, his lips still sucking around you before inserting another one, "so good for me, pretty."

the feeling is foreign at first, his fingers reaching spots you hadn't even breached before, but the pumping of his hand paired with his relentless mouth makes your neck crane all the way back.

soon enough, you find yourself bucking your hips absentmindedly, your hands brushing through his hair and pushing him against you, "right there, please, yunho."

his eyes roll back at your pleas, his hips twitching against the bed in search of relief. he wants to pull back, tease you a bit, ask if you're feeling the waves he'd described to you, but he takes one look up at your scrunched up features and abandons the idea completely.

he doesn't ask you if you're close, the clenching around his fingers and progressively more erratic breathing giving you away. he simply moans in response, allowing you to use his face in your final moments as you reach your peak.

if he were in his right mind, he'd undoubtedly make fun of you for the volume of your moans, but they only spurred him on to help you ride your orgasm all the way through, his strong hands pushing your hips down and his mouth still lapping at you.

once he figures you've had enough, he pulls his fingers out, quick to prop himself up to take a look at you, "you there?"

your eyes are unfocused but you nod, trying to stabilize your breathing, "yeah, i'm fine."

he smiles as he glances down at your closed legs, running a soothing hand over the side of your thigh and moving off of you, "how was that?"

"overwhelming, like you said," you admit shyly, suddenly hit by the vulnerability of your nudeness.

"imagine a toned-down version of that concentrated in your palms," he says, moving onto his side and watching your chest shake with uneven breaths.

silence floods yunho's room once more, and he allows it to span out until you've regained control of your breathing before speaking up, "i'm really hoping you wore that lace for me."

your widened eyes flicker over to him as he tugs a blanket over you, "what?"

"i mean, i hope you did this because you've been wanting to for as long as i have. i hope this wasn't a spur of the moment kinda thing," he clarifies, gazing at you with that familiar look you now recognized as fondness.

a fit of laughter courses through your body and you turn away from him, face in his pillow, "you've been wanting to fuck me?"

he chokes on his laughter, shaking his head and reaching out to grab your forearm to get you to face him, "no, i haven’t even... i mean, yes, the fact that you chose me to do this for you means a lot. but i don't want this to be a one-time thing. or something we do with other people. or all we do."

you glance from the man in front of you to the alchemy worksheet on his desk, heart warmed by his unconventional confession, "i have a perfect grade in alchemy, yunho, i never actually needed your help. but i do suck at sorcery."

"so the lace was for me!"

writing tension is so much more fun than the actual smut... stay tuned for pirate hongjoong, or knight yeosang, or prince san?

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₊˚.༄ ATEEZ lover’s quarrel

warnings: reader is getting their nails done in san’s

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₊˚.༄ ATEEZ when you’re thirsting

warnings: suggestive, afab reader implied in hwa’s, & freakteez

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₊˚.༄ ATEEZ when you meet another idol

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ATEEZ when you have a crush on another member

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