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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

wow and to think it all started cause i was a horny writer

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Do you have any mingyu fic recs? Smut or fluff hehe

here are some that i like, hope you like them too ♡♡

5:13 by @wonyourdreams

being the boyfriend of the resident bad boy by @kyzielanzxyri

care for a man by @solarnomoon

hot and bothered by @wonjns

the poet's poem by @hamilando

bf mingyu au by @asterrx

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Upd: I lost all the WIPs, lol, there was a problem with my phone and i had to get it fixed n the thing is the person working on my phone had to reboot it; all of it, photos, videos, notes, and data were all lost.

For the mean time I think I'll work on something else, sorry but I'll try to rewrite and think of better plots

WIPs:

🧸ྀི Not a good time -Taesan(BND)

🧸ྀི SVT Dino x male reader request

🧸ྀི If you were Sheldon, I'd be Penny-Eric(TBZ)

🧸ྀི Debt -Jaehyun(NCT)

🧸ྀི Gameplay-Jaemin(NCT)

🧸ྀི Impure desires-Jeno(NCT)

🧸ྀི Even when you don't love me-San(ATEEZ)

🧸ྀི Favorite-Jongho(ATEEZ)

🧸ྀི Photography Class-Jaemin, Jeno, Mark, Haechan(NCT Dream)

🧸ྀི Dance under the blanket-Lucas request

🧸ྀི 1:50 -Jaehyun(NCT)

🧸ྀི Studio heat-Taeyong(NCT)

🧸ྀི Shower room-Yuta,Johnny,Mark(NCT)

🧸ྀི Favor for a favor-Sehun(EXO)

P.S.

These fics WILL BE RELEASED, these are just a few of the many other drafts I have that I will surely release.

Also Dance under the blanket will be the last Lucas fic and request that I will be making, this request was also from 2021(I think?) and I just want to fulfill it.

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WIPs:

🧸ྀི Not a good time -Taesan(BND)

🧸ྀི SVT Dino x male reader request

🧸ྀི If you were Sheldon, I'd be Penny-Eric(TBZ)

🧸ྀི Debt -Jaehyun(NCT)

🧸ྀི Gameplay-Jaemin(NCT)

🧸ྀི Impure desires-Jeno(NCT)

🧸ྀི Even when you don't love me-San(ATEEZ)

🧸ྀི Favorite-Jongho(ATEEZ)

🧸ྀི Photography Class-Jaemin, Jeno, Mark, Haechan(NCT Dream)

🧸ྀི Dance under the blanket-Lucas request

🧸ྀི 1:50 -Jaehyun(NCT)

🧸ྀི Studio heat-Taeyong(NCT)

🧸ྀི Shower room-Yuta,Johnny,Mark(NCT)

🧸ྀི Favor for a favor-Sehun(EXO)

P.S.

These fics WILL BE RELEASED, these are just a few of the many other drafts I have that I will surely release.

Also Dance under the blanket will be the last Lucas fic and request that I will be making, this request was also from 2021(I think?) and I just want to fulfill it.

[wonyourdreams]

Embrace

Yuta x Male reader (part 2 of this)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, slight angst

"Yeah?" he thrusted, earning a moan from you, "Ya like that?"

He was aggressive, you looked at the clock, 4:24 AM, you guys have been at it for almost two hours now

"Y-Yuta, p-please stop now" you begged, back arched, tears slightly dried, and sweat dripping everywhere

He pulled you in a hug, balls deep, he stopped moving but you can feel his cock twitching inside you as you melt into his embrace

"I really fucking missed you, I'm sorry for everything" he muttered as he kissed the space beneath your earlobe

Yuta doesn't know where all the courage of admitting his yearning for you came from but he knew in that moment he just wanted to be with you

Months after your break up, you stopped your entire Bitter, Avril Lavigne phase, losing the highlights and being more calm and at peace with the break up

Yuta on the other hand was happy you two broke up but the more you became ok with everything he started to feel like shit

He was happy that you were but he didn't like the fact that he couldn't find someone like you

You went out on dates with other guys, just simple dates, restaurants or street foods depending on where your date took you

Not like the first time you met Yuta it was full on sex, hot fucking, desire and satisfaction with each other's needs

But the change made you feel better, it was more healthy and cuter

Yuta on the other hand made out with everyone, anyone with a mouth, but he couldn't find what he was looking for, he couldn't find the satisfaction, he couldn't find the love, he couldn't find you, he wanted you

He had multiple attempts of one night stand which all failed because he couldn't find the same passion, lust, and love unlike when he makes out with you, you took care of him, you made him feel loved, and cared for

That's when it hit him, he had an outburst earlier that night at a bar because he wanted you

He saw how happy you were so he tried to stay away but after sips of liquor he found his way on your doorsteps

He was horny, he missed you, he wanted to be loved by you again and the oversized shirt you wore, that was owned by him did not help with self control

All he wanted was to talk but you in his shirt made him lose it, and not even wearing shorts just underwear

"Have your dates touched you?" Yuta asked as he bit your neck

You shook your head, "They're that weak into getting into you?" he said

He started grinding again, unlike before he didn't pull out he just moved his hips brushing your prostate against his dick

You started squirming and squealing, "Yuta, N-No", although you said that he knew you didn't want him to stop, so he continued

You missed this, him in you, balls deep, tight hug, and light kisses in your back

Yuta groaned and bit your shoulder, he stilled and shot his load in you, warm and thick, it was a lot

You on the other moaned and came just a few seconds before he did, "Fuck" your back arched but his hands still holding you

You slowly drifted off to sleep in Yuta's embrace, which the latter also started to lay down with you

He needed a few seconds, after that he cleaned you off and went back to cuddling you, blanket over both of you

Yuta knew what he did was wrong, but he wanted to explain to you and he'll try convincing you to get back with him once you return to your consciousness

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do you think you’ll ever do a part 2 to “the manager”? it was so good and left me wanting to read more 😩

I'm surprised anyone liked it, I actually thought my writing in that story was trash😭

Proud of that plot though, but not rlly on how I wrote the story, anyway, idk abt a part 2, maybe I will but this time with one or two members, only cause having all members was very challenging, but yk we'll see, we'll see

[wonyourdreams]

I don't have to, but I will anyways

Firstly, I'll be addressing the late update of Chasing Butterflies, Chapter 3 is on my drafts currently still in the making but I can't finish it because I am experiencing what we call in college; Hell Week. No one is demanding for an update but I feel like some are wondering why the sudden halt when I was updating the prologue to chapter 2 in a really fast pace and manner, but yeah around next week friday, I'll probably be posting chapter 3

Secondly, there will be a plot change, just with the synopsis because I've been having difficulty with writing the plot as intended but it's not a major change just a really small one, just Sohee not completely ignoring the reader, I'm just informing you so you wouldn't be shocked with the fast build up of the plot

That's all, BRB💋

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Ch. 2: cupid's door✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Oh I'm way too unpredictable

I can't be held responsible for nothin'

And all my crimes have been committed

Already got me so addicted say I'm bluffin'

After that night you couldn't get him off your head, you stared blankly in your ceiling, in bed

"Sohee" he says as he shakes hands with you and your friends

You sighed as you hugged your bear, your grip getting a little too tight

He touched your hands, those slightly calloused fingers, must've been from practicing too hard on the guitar

His palm was smooth though and although you were able to touch his hands there was a slight problem though

He didn't look at you

You wanted to feel his gaze, the same gaze that he gave when he was performing

You craved those eyes to look at you, why didn't he look at you?

Why did you suddenly become hungry for his gaze, his attention, for him

You wanted him, your heart beats faster as you think of him and you together

After the small introduction they moved to their own table, much to your dismay.

Wonyoung on the other hand was an angel in disguise, being the only one noticing your interest

"So Anton, how'd you meet them?" she innocently asked, knowing fully she's just building a facade to ask the real questions

"Well Sohee and Seunghan are from my department, Shotaro on the other hand was the one who formed the band, he's a senior" he said "They were looking for a lead and Seunghan kind of recommended me, and we instantly clicked" he continues

Wonyoung nods, "Are they all single?"

"Dibs on that Seunghan guy" Keeho says, which made you slap his shoulders "Ow, what?"

"They might hear you" you said glaring at his embarrassing gesture

"Unfortunately, Seunghan is not interested at the moment since he just got out from post breakup, and Shotaro on the other hand has a girlfriend" He said

"What about Sohee?" Wonyoung asked as she snaked her hands on your arm under the table

"Sohee, I don't know actually but he's been busy lately with jobs and school, so I'm guessing he's also not interested at the moment" Anton answers

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom" you excused yourself, standing up

As you got in the bathroom, the first thing you saw was Sohee washing his hands

Fuck, your heart beated like it was gonna explode

"Hey" you tried to strike a conversation like the way you would with other people

"Hi" he said looking at you, he smiled

You froze, what the fuck is going on, why couldn't you just say something, why are you suddenly silent and unable to follow up your conversation

It was awkward, "I'll get going now" Sohee awkwardly tried to excuse himself

"I like you!" you blurted out of the blue

Shocked was not enough to describe Sohee's reaction

Out of embarrassment and fear of rejection you ran out of the bathroom

You didn't stop walking until you got out of the resto bar

You made up an excuse and texted Wonyoung that you had to go home

Which led you to your own bedroom casually covering your face with the stuff toy

You wanted to scream, he probably thinks I'm a creep, You thought, He's probably bad mouthing me, He must think I'm such a weirdo

Your thoughts were consuming you, you wanted to cry, scream, or be buried alive

You weren't used to this, most of the time people were the ones interested in you, the ones approaching you

You, being determined to go after him made you realize you were clueless when it comes to these stuff

You were so used to being the prize and casually rejecting others

and now you were the one knocking at cupid's door

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Ch. 1: Four seconds ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"You guys made it!" Anton shouts at your circle

Belle jumps and hugs the latter while Sungchan ruffles his hair, as all of you surround him.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world" Keeho says

"I'm so proud of you" Belle says as she lets go of him and arranges his collar, her mother instincts kicking in

Anton told your circle about his gig with his newly found band, he asked for support, being the independent kid who loves to help everyone without returns, you guys knew you had to be here the same way he has been there for all of you

"I reserved a table, up front" he said and led you guys to it "We'll be performing in a few, so you guys can just order while waiting"

You guys sat down and started talking, not paying much mind while people are filling in the resto bar

The mic made a sound and Anton started speaking toward it, "Mic test, mic test, what's up guys we're Rise and Shine!"

As if the world stopped on cue, everything just went silent, your eyes caught the figure of someone fixing his guitar's cable

Bonnet, hoodie, fox-like eyes, and the smile of an angel

What is this? you thought, the boy started playing his guitar, the band was playing and Anton started singing

Butterflies, you thought, you don't know why but you instantly felt like your stomach was swarming with whatever.

You felt like your heart was as light as feather

He started singing along with Anton and casually having his own parts in the song

I want him

"He's gonna melt" you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at your left, it was Wonyoung smiling at you fondly

You gulped and looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about" you said

"We've known each other for so long Syl, I know that look" she smiled

You looked back at the boy performing, and it felt like you're about to burst into sparkles and rainbows.

Four seconds, your eyes met for four seconds before he started focusing on his guitar again

Four seconds was enough to tell you we're in love

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✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Chasing butterflies

𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ ♡ Prologue: Did you?

"It's very beautiful" Sohee says, admiring the displayed specimens

"Thank you" you said, standing a few inches away from him also looking at the display

The silence was neither comforting nor suffocating, it was just quiet, it felt empty

Sohee sighs, "Can I ask why you chose butterflies?" he asked

"They..." you paused for a moment and smiled "They reminded me of someone, someone really special"

You noticed in your peripheral that he was looking at you "They must be really lucky"

"Did you feel lucky?" you asked

"What?" he asked, brows furrowed

"You said that, that person must've felt lucky" it took everything in you to try and hold the tears, "So, did you?"

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✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Chasing butterflies

Sohee x Male reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst, Suggestive

Summary: What happens when the person you like doesn't exactly see you? Well it feels like chasing butterflies, it keeps flying away from you until you realize you're just tiring yourself from chasing after it, all Y/n ever wanted was for Sohee to look at him but I guess sometimes we don't get what we want, which makes him more determined to go after Sohee

This is a RIIZE mini series

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The Manager

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Ateez!OT8 x male reader

Warnings: Gang Bang, Slutshaming, Degrading, Penetration, Polyamory relationship

It’s been eight months since you became Ateez’s newest manager after the two other previous ones ran away because of how they were chased by Jongho and Yeosang telling them they’ll end up like the apples Jongho broke with his two bear hands

Technically you became the group’s longest manager to stay since the last two didn’t even make it a month

Which is understandable since being with them is like hell, and by hell, IT’S LITERAL HELL trying to tame eight spans of Satan in one go

Let’s just say they didn’t know their limits and dragged you to every trouble they could put you in

But strangely enough they started to be a bit more quiet lately, it started past month when you accidentally walked in Wooyoung masturbating he started to be more quiet, when Yeosang accidentally walked on you taking a bath, though he didn’t clearly see you just your figure through the glass, when you cleaned the house everyone just kept quiet and looked at you which was wierd

Now your walking towards the laundry room holding Wooyoung’s basket taking it to the rest of the baskets that were piled up in the room

“What the-“ you exclaimed as you saw that the baskets were flipped over and most of the clothes are piled down on the floor

“Ok who did this?!” you shouted but nobody showed up or answered your question

You put down Wooyoung’s basket on the side and started to pick a random basket and putting all the rest of the dirty clothes, not caring anymore who owns which

You aren’t suppose to do their laundry but the boys begged you to do it despite having a bad relationship with them

“Be their manager they say” you mumbled out “its gonna be fun they say” you added

As you were picking up clothes you felt something hard wrapped in one of the underwears, you unwrapped it and it was a purple dildo

Your eyes widened as you stared at it it wasn’t big neither was it small

Looking at it turned you on to be honest living with eight good looking boys turned you on everytime they changed in front of you or jokingly flirt with you despite the bad relations

You liked it when they tried to sexually touch you in certain parts of your body

You took off your shorts and looked around before finally taking off your underwear with it

You sucked on the dildo making sure it was slippery and wet, gagging yourself in the process

As you were already certain it was ready to put inside you, you arch your back a little as you reach the dildo to your back and slightly push it in you

You whimper and moan out Yunho’s name as you try to push it in while your other hand grips tightly on the pile of clothes in front of you acting as a support to not lose your balance

As it goes deeper you moan out each of the members name randomly

You continued moaning, when you feel like you couldn’t take anymore you stopped and adjusted

You let go of the dildo for a while as you feel your hand was tired from holding it, you adjusted for a while

When you felt like you were ready you tried to reach for it but felt a slap in your hand and someone pushed the dildo in your eyes widened as you let out a moan pleasure and pain at the same time

You felt a hand holding your right arm to keep your balance and another hand in your left

It was Yeosang and Jongho as you felt a whisper from behind “You dirty little Slut” Wooyoung said as he continued to fuck you with the dildo

You moaned loudly and shamelessly as you were being fucked with the dildo washing out the thought that someone might hear you

As you were being fucked you see Seonghwa, San, Hongjoong, Yunho, and Mingi in front of you smiling and staring at you

“Who would’ve thought our manager turned out to be a cock hungry little bitch, that fantasizes about eight men banging him” Hongjoong says as he kneels in front of your fucked out state who was still a moaning mess

He grabs you by your chin and looks into your eyes admiring your pure innocent looking face that’s now crying and drooling over a dildo that was inside your ass

“Don’t worry we’ve also been thinking of doing very dirty things to you” he says as he leans in and kisses you whose mouth was agape and tongue out

You kissed back hungrily, and you whined as soon as he pulled away

“I-I w-want k-kiss” you try to let out but they just smiled at you as they were all taking off their pants

Wooyoung continuously murders your hole with the dildo as you tightened your grip on Yeosang and Jongho on either your side

Yunho kneels in front of you and kisses you and roams his hands all around your body until he stopped in your still soft sensitive buds he plays with it as you moan on the kiss

As soon as Yunho parted, Mingi kneels in front of you presenting his monstrous dick, "Suck" he said as he slapped his manliness in your face multiple times

You couldn't do anything but obey, you took him in your mouth, you were struggling, given how big he was, "Fuck hyung, I've always wondered how you felt around my cock, your mouth is tighter than all the girls we fucked on tour" He whines while his head hangs all the way back and eyes are closed

"I think he's ready" Wooyoung said, "Who wants to go first?" he added

"May I?" Jongho asked while looking at Hongjoong, Hongjoong just nodded and quickly Jongho went to your back

Wooyoung removed the dildo, you whined at the loss, Jongho proceeded to rub the tip of his cock in your slightly gaping hole

"Hyung, fuck, ngh, so tight" he bends his head back

"That's right you slut" Hongjoong said as he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his dick, while Yunho on the other side

Jongho continuously ravaged your ass while Mingi mouthfucked you, while Yunho ang Hongjoong on both saides of your hands the rest of the group just watched and masturbated

"I'm gonna cum!" Jongho says, "Me too" Mingi exclaims and just like that they both came on your holes you two came untouched while Yunho and Hongjoong also came on your hands

They removed themselves from you, you were going dumb, dizzy and lids half closed

You were tired, you whined when they removed themselves and left you on the floor

"I want a turn" Yeosang said, "Me first!" San said while trying to push Yeosang

They both started bickering, wanting to go first but Hoongjoong thought of something and smiled

"Why not at the same time?" he said, Yeosang and San looked at each other

San manhandled you and placed you on his lap and started rubbing his tip

He slowly pushed his cock inside "Fuck" he leans his head back and closes his eyes "Still so fucking tight, fuck" he groans

You moaned at his sudden intrusion "Enough" you faintly said

Seonghwa laughed, "Enough? just a while ago you were whoring yourself out over a dildo, next time you should be mindful cause your not the only one who lives here" he mockingly said

San started moving upward, your back and head leaning on his shoulders and chest, you also started rubbing yourself on his cock trying to meet his thrusts

"He's so hot" Wooyoung said

"He's ready" San said looking at Yeosang

Yeosang moved in front of you and started making out with you, spitting in your mouth every once in a while and kiss you

"N-No! Don't" you tried to complain but Yeosang was determined, his and San's growls getting louder at Yeosang's intrusion, you screamed at their cocks

San alone was already hard to take in because of his size not as thick as Jongho but definitely longer, Yeosang was shorter than San but definitely girthier, which made it difficult to take them both in

"Fuck hyung!" Yeosang cried, "So tight"

Yeosang was fully in you, two cocks were in you, both men were moaning at how their dicks were against each other being hugged by your tight hole

"Fuck I can't take it anymore" Seonghwa said and held your chin and pulled to face the side

He presented his cock in front of you "Open your mouth" he commanded, you did as you were told and he spit on your mouth

Seonghwa stared at your face for a few seconds, red cheeks, dried tears and sweaty face, traces of cum still evident in the side of your lips

"Filthy, I like it" he said and shoved his dick in your mouth "Fuck so tight and warm" he leaned his head back and closed his eyes

Wooyoung on the other hand proceeded to take your other hand and wrapped it on has manhood

They all started pushing together, you felt euphoric, you felt a mixture of pain, pleasure, and you felt tired but still wanted to keep going

You came as Hongjoong played with your cock as they all were thrusting in you, the rest of the members were biting you and making out with each other and Jongho and Mingi played with your nipples while still masturbating

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Yeosang said between kisses with Hongjoong

"Me too" San said as Mingi fucked his ass

Yunho was also fucking Seonghwa who was busy with your mouth and same goes with Jongho to Yeosang while he was busy with fucking you and making out with Hongjoong

Your fuck session went on for another hour you cumming five times

All of them as they reach their high tried to cum inside and on your face

After fucking you they cleaned you up and rested you in your room

"So what's the plan?" San asked

"We keep him" Hongjoong said

"What if he hates us for doing all those?" Yeosang said worried

"Then let's be nicer, No more pranks, No more demands, let's have him as our boyfriend" Seonghwa said

"All eight of us?" Jongho said

"Why not right?" Woo said

"Ok then let's be nicer" Yunho said

Ever since that day the boys were well behaved, all of them listened to you, they bought you gifts and started being touchy

Casually they would gang bang you but sometimes on tour you get used like a clock sleeve by who ever needs to release

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A/N: This was a draft from 3 years ago, I wrote this during the pandemic but I never actually continued it till now, but since I wanted to get this out there I finished it, also as a thank you for 200 followers!!! This is just a little gift for all of you readers! Hope you enjoy this

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may I ask for a florist!wooyoung x m!reader, the plot is up to you as long as there's flirting and fluff :)

9:15

Wooyoung x Male reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, crack(?)

Warnings: Toothache

Wooyoung hums as he arranges the flowers outside the shop "Woo I have to run some errands please watch the shop for me" you say as you try to check if you have everything you need in your bag

"You got nothing to worry about boss" Woo replies with a wide smile

"Do you want anything? Food? Coffee? My treat just tell me" You asked while looking at him wiping his hands with his small towel

"How 'bout a kiss before you go" He said with no emotion shown on his face, you blink a few times trying to figure out if he's being serious or just another of his awkward jokes

"I'm serious" you said raising a brow

"So am I" he replies still with a poker face

"I'm just gonna go" you said awkwardly pointing at your car

"If that offer of coffee is still up, yes i want one, i'd appreciate it" he shouts as you walk down to your car smiling at his response

Wooyoung was a florist at your shop, you found him at a dumpster all beaten up and filled with bruises, he was a former gang member

You were about to leave him but he woke up and asked for your help, you didn't want to but you knew your conscience wouldn't let you sleep if you just left a person asking for help

You remember him begging you to give him a job and help him start fresh, which at first you were hesitant but you did anyway

You laughed remembering how he promised to stop smoking if you did help him.

As you were out running errands, Wooyoung back at the shop was doing tasks, cleaning the shop, arranging flowers, and receiving the deliveries

"Hyung your so cute" he talks to the daisies in front of him

He loved taking care of the flowers but he took extra care of the daisies, as he knew they were your favorite

After two hours of errands you finally arrived

"Let me help you with those hyung" Woo said as he helped take out some paper bags out of your car

"Thanks Woo" you said "Here's your coffee" you gave him the cup you ordered

"Awe hyung you do care about me" he joked

"Shut up" you said, as you followed him inside

"But seriously hyung" You look at him waiting for him to say something "Thank you" he said as he holds both your hands

Your heart starts beating faster, shoot here we go again, you thought

"I took all the courage I could to tell you" He let go of your hands and went behind the counter to bring out a bouquet of daisies "I really like you hyung" he hands you the flowers

"Oh Woo—", he interrupted you, "No, I know, I'm not asking you out, for the past year I've been living in your house and working for you, I just really want you to know, I like you, you helped me change for the better and made me want to be more than just a gangster" He said

He pulls out a paper out of his apron and handed it to you, "Hyung I got into a University, I'm going to college" He smiled

"You don't need to worry about money I got a scholarship, as for the flower shop, I'm here still just there's a few hours a day I have to be in school" he said "As for the money for supplies and food, I got it covered, I've been saving up from the past year working here"

You cried, not out of sadness, not out of pity, but of joy, you have seen Wooyoung grow from a gang member who often bickered with customers to a ray of sunshine who likes to joke around with customers

"Hyung are you okay?" He said concerned as he saw you covering your mouth and started to cry

You jumped at him to hug him "I'm proud of you, always" you said burying your face to his shoulder

Wooyoung smiled, "I'm 24, but like you said, I don't need to be anxious of my age cause either way I'm just living my life, I want to be better hyung, as soon as I graduate I'll open up more businesses like yours and help you here in the shop, and then I'll ask you out" he said chuckling

You laughed at his antics "Then I guess I'll wait for you" you smiled at him fondly and caressed his cheeks

He smiles back at you, "Then I'll make sure I'm worth the wait"

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A/n: Another long overdue, I tried to go to an angsty direction but I just finished my exams (fck nursing school) So tell me if this was boring

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5:13

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

Genre: nsfw, suggestive, Angst

Warning/s: Mentions of mental illness, sexual innuendos, groping, unprotected sex

You enter your office humming while flowers on your hand and salad and water on the other

As you reach your table you put everything down and took your phone out of your lab coat

As you were scrolling through it you felt two hands at the side of your waist which made you flinched

“And who are those from?” a familiar voice whispered through your ears

You froze ‘how is he here? what is he doing outside his containment’ you thought

You just stood there as you put down your phone not wanting to upset the gigantic man behind you who is leaning his chin on your head

“Little Prince I asked you a question” he said softly. “F-from a friend” you said scared of whatever the man is planning

“Don’t lie to me prince” he said pulling you closer

“I-I’m not lying, the hospital gave it to me as a welcoming gift” you said trying not to anger the taller male

You’ve been working on this asylum for almost a month now, the tall man behind you is Kim Mingyu, a psychopath, 6'2, 27, No known family member as he was moved here from prison when he was already in his 20s, he's a former gang member who lead an entire heist

They say psychopaths don’t feel anything, but to Mingyu, you were everything, he wanted you, he didn't understand why, all he knows is he wants to kill anyone who tries to get near you

He kissed the back of your head "You've been out the whole day, I missed you"

You gulped trying to find the strength to ask him a question "Gyu?"

He hummed at your sweet call, "Why are you in my office and not in your room?"

He smiles and giggles a bit, "Little Prince, I've been in this asylum for so long, I know every corner and ways of this place"

His hands that were once on your waist started roaming your chest. "Ahh— Gyu stop" You tried to grab his hands

"Sweetheart we've done this thing before why are you resisting now?" He said

It's true as twisted as it is, you have slept with a madman, at least before you knew he was a psycho, before he got in here, you met him at a bar hooked up and tried to keep in touch, frequently texting, calling, phone sex wasn't good enough but it was the only thing you guys could do while being apart

But one day he never called back, for almost two months you thought you'd never see the greatest sex of your life, yes, he was the best, he knew how to eat your ass, his roughness and mix of his gentle caresses, his big cock, you wanted it but sadly you only got to experience it once, your first and last sex

That is until you were assigned to this asylum, the moment he saw you, not even a week he had you, in his room, one leg up and his big cock thrusting inside you, his warm and huge body wrapped around your figure, as if he doesn't want to let go

"I'm gonna cum inside you" He said, "No, please don't" you tried to resist, "Little Prince, that wasn't a question" he grunts and smirked before sloppily filling you up, continuously thrusting to reach his high, "fuck" he whispers in your ears which was your last straw before reaching your high

Your memory was vivid as if it was yesterday, after that hot and rough sex you were covered in bruises and love marks and right now you were sure it would all lead to the same scenario again

He hugged you tighter, "They're coming"

You're brows furrowed at his statement as he stopped playing with your nipples

Suddenly the window of your office was shattered as a man comes in with ropes and guns

Mingyu grabs your phone, salad and water, making sure you still have all you need before carrying you, well dragging, with his other hand

He handed the man in a mask your stuff before Mingyu grabbed the other rope the man handed him

"Let's get out of here my Little Prince" he whispered and just like that you guys were being lifted by the rope inside a helicopter and as you guys seated comfortably the helicopter makes it's escape leaving you stunned and too shocked to react

Mingyu has his arms wrapped around your waist and kissed the side of your temple, "Let's leave the country" he whispered and you couldn't say anything

A/N: This was a draft from 3 years ago, lol

[wonyourdreams]

Hi there are you taking requests rn?

Yes, this is so long overdue😭

but yes, I take requests, I have a lot of work in my drafts so I won't be sure when I'll be posting, but I'm planning to revamp some of the work and replace some idols in my drafts cause they don't feel right anymore since i wrote these like idk 2 or 3 years ago, lol, but I guess I'm back

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what if I start writing again?

[wonyourdreams]

first feelings — jongho

✦ genre ; romance, smut, mature, fluff, choi brothers au, friends-to-lovers, older brother’s best friend love interest, san is older than jongho by five years, m!reader, top!jongho, bot!reader.

✦ warnings ; include general sexual contents, protected sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, strong language, dub-con, degradation kink, hyung kink, anxious arousal, indirect voyeurism(?), exhibitionism, masturbation, immense sexual frustration.

✦ word count ; 5.6k

Every few weeks, San would invite you over to his house just to spend time together. You two were close friends ever since you were still back in high school. Now that you were both university graduates and were finding jobs and opportunities at the same time, the tradition was getting harder and harder to maintain. It wasn’t a surprise every-time where one of you had to cancel last minute on your plans, or the hours must be shortened because one of you had to attend your minimum wage job. It was tiring to say the least, and utterly difficult to arrange times for some best friends bonding time.

You lost contact with San after a while; you heard nothing from him, and neither did he. Your last text message from San was almost a year ago, he was talking about an interview at a fairly known publishing outlet. You hoped he did pass, he never updated you on wether or not he got accepted.

In your case, you had been working as a freelancer. Jumping from places to places, experimenting with different industries and businesses. Your income was questionable since you didn’t have a fixed occupation or were a ‘permanent’ employee at a certain company. Your line of work was somewhat of a mess if one could say as so.

Your reconnection with San was also like your career choices, odd, it was. You bumped into San at a marketplace, he was there to write an article on independent businesses. You could barely recognise San. Clearly impressed of how grown he was in the short span of a couple years.

He told you to come over like older days, stay the night at his home exactly as when you two were kids. San was still living with his parents due to the lack of nice living places that met his standard and budget. Also was because of his younger brother, Choi Jongho, who was a freshman in university. His parents were retired already, therefore, placing the burden of Jongho’s educational finances onto the first born.

“I see, can I do anything to help?” You asked San, being the kind-hearted and empathetic friend you were.

The car San was driving both of you in was his father’s, it looked old and almost broken-down but still did its job well. The exterior was covered in a layer of dirt and dust, something seemed like it had fallen off. Yet, the inside was cleaned and well-taken care of. The leather seats felt new, the carpets was also changed, much different from when San’s father was still driving you and him to school.

“It’s fine, [Y/N], I got it under control.” San reassured, his eyes stuck to the road as he held your conversation.

You were still worried even if San said he was doing fine. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust his words, you did, it was because you didn’t want to see him overworking himself until he was finally burned out like a half-finished cigarette.

San added, “Jongho is also working part-time to pay off his tuition fees, I’m just in charged of the major parts. There’s no reason for your assistance, but thank you anyway, [Y/N].”

You exited the car, arriving at the front door beside your best friend. San turned his keys; this type of lock was highly outdated ‘cause of people nowadays used fingerprints, or simply any type of lock that required advanced technology. His house hasn’t moved anywhere since the last time you’d been here, there wasn’t much that changed. A rush of nostalgia ran through your body, your adolescent years suddenly came flying back.

You remembered all the stupid, childish games you used to play with each other. You would play the role of a mage, Jongho would be a great swordsman who fought alongside you, and you both would take down San, who was the dragon. The sword and wand was made out of construction paper, which didn’t hurt when used as a weapon but has a high risk of a paper-cut if handled incorrectly. You missed the better days, when you wasn’t stressed out by the mature adult life. After university, you struggled to find a job, manage your new life as grown-up, and a purpose for your contribution.

You walked inside, your best friend’s living space felt a little different. Maybe it was the interiors, the house decorations did went through some modifications, you could tell. His parents greeted you, you were almost like their own child from how close you was to their actual ones. Back then you stayed over more often than you should, almost as if it was your second home.

“Hyung! Can you please stop stealing my clothes, I have nothing clean to wear now!” You heard a clearly annoyed voice rang down the stairs, and footsteps following behind.

San returned, “Oh, come on, I only took one shirt and you’re being dramatic over it.” The two Choi brothers shared a love-hate relationship of some sort. They fought and bickered with each other often, nonetheless, having a tight bond deep down between the two siblings.

The Jongho you once knew was small and a timid, he stood to your shoulders. And when you saw him again; from a shy boy that enjoyed diving into your embrace, he has grew up to become a man that could easily overshadow you. He could now make direct eye-contact with you without having to tilt his head, but you having to tilt yours.

Jongho expressed his displeasure, “Asshole, you could at least ask before you take my things?” His mother hit him, scolded him for talking in that level of informally toward his brother.

His eyes met yours, as if a switch was flipped inside of him. “Ah, [Y/N]-hyung, hey.” His tone of voice immediately changed when talking to you, definitely different from what he used to talk to his brother. None of the passive-aggressive speeches, or even overly formal. A soft, gentle voice similar to the one you knew of from most of his earlier years.

“Hi, Jongho, how’s university?” You asked. He has mixed opinions regarding education, and school as a whole. It wasn’t like he didn’t do well in school, in fact, he was close to a model student back in the days. It was that he had no interest, he only performed as such because of his family’s expectations for an average asian. It was a reoccurring joke that asians has incredible academic strength as a natural trait. Even if some asian parents didn’t have crazily unachievable expectations for their offsprings, it was still a norm to be above average.

He replied with uncertainty, “Well, I am in the engineering major, there is fun projects but overall nothing special. Either way, it’s still school.” You nodded to that answer, you were unsure of what you could say. San sensing the uneasy rising tension and silence between you and his brother, he offered you a seat on the couch to dissolve whatever that was.

After Jongho’s presence disappeared from the general living space, San turned to look at you. He didn’t want to offend the younger, only speaking when it was the two of you left. “What the fuck was that? That felt so awkward.” San giggled, pointing out the blatant discomfort.

You shook your head, “No idea.” You both had nothing to hide from each other, no secrets, no reason to. Plain truths and honesty; if something or someone was being weird, either one of you would speak up about it.

You spent your time there playing video games, catching up on current life situations, then as well as staying for dinner with the Choi family. Jongho was absent from most of the time during your visit, though, you met him when dinner came around. You sat next to San at the dinner table, and across from his younger brother. Mrs. Choi’s cooking was amazing like how it always was, rice, meat, vegetables, and a clear broth from whatever greens that were used.

San suggested staying the night over at his house, it was already late and pitch-dark as of this moment talking. You denied at first, but soon was persuaded by your best friend and his parents. You didn't want to disturb his family, but they were oh-so-insistent. Hence, not wanting to upset San and his parents, you accepted.

You were uncertain of how you should react when San asked you to borrow his brother’s clothes instead of his, even after their little back and forth with the whole clothes stealing situation. You had a hard-to-read expression on your face, not anger but more like confusion, or an unexplainable mix in between.

"Why do you want me to borrow his clothes?" You showed an arched brow, questioning one of his most bizarre requests out of your and San's two decades friendship.

San rubbed his temples, "None of my clothes are clean, and I'm a hundred percent sure that you do not want to wear my sweat and fried chickens oil stained stuff." He gestured toward the door across from him outside the hallway, "If you please, tell Jongho that you're borrowing his clothes for tonight."

You sighed, "Do your laundry, you fucking animal." San pouted, gathering the rest of his dirty laundry that was spread out all over his bedroom. The more organised one between the two of you was San, everything fell apart after graduation, including San's usual well-maintained habits.

To Jongho's room you went, knocking before you enter since you respected other's privacy. You waited until a sign allowed your access, you opened the door in. There you saw the younger boy sat, wiping dust off his old baseball bat. The memory of the two brothers playing baseball that once slipped your mind now returned. It was an uncommon sport, you'd say. Basketball and football was more developed and gaining popularity among the young children and teenagers, making baseball a forgotten sport to some.

You attended every baseball game that the two sibling contributed in, which was a lot to list down. San and Jongho was on the school's team; one was a center fielder, the other was a batter. Although, they did swapped roles around for some leagues and practice sessions.

Both being highly involved with sport, notably baseball, the pair shared outstanding physical attributes and fit bodies. San and Jongho seemed bulkier and much more muscular than ever before, hiding their true form under oversized clothing.

“Hey, Jongho. This sound weird but San told me, I could ask you for some clothes.” You told him as you leaned against the door frame.

You knew better to be comfortable then to sleep in discomfort with a pair of skinny jeans wrapped around your legs. The waistband hugged your hips a bit too well for your liking, strange lines that were bright red appeared on your skin. Should have worn much casual clothing if you knew you would be staying over at someone’s place. Your goal was to look good and presentable in front of the public’s eyes.

The younger answered, “Yeah, sure.” Putting the bat where you supposed it was its original spot, leaned up the small vacant space between his bed and bookcases. You admired his room while he was busy rummaging through his drawers for clothes. The first thing that hit you was the scent which lingered all over Jongho’s room. Citrusy, and a hint of sandalwood. Was it his cologne? Or was it the detergent for his sheets? It smelled wonderful, and very calming at the same time.

His bookcases and shelfs filled with bunches of books, mechanical catalogues, and a few random and obviously useless knick-knacks. Was that a pornographic magazine you discovered, sat half-opened on his nightstand? None of your business, absolutely no place for you to comment on. He was already an adult, and he was capable of making his own choices, wants, and needs. He was allowed to have his own desires, and wet dreams.

He was such a baby back then, you couldn't quite recognise him even when standing near him. The only feature that stayed with him and reminded you that this person you were looking at was Jongho, was his eyes, his eyes has a sense of familiarity to you. Big, adorable dove eyes, held the sweetest things. You loved the way its soul was innocent and mellow, lids folded a soft curve like a bridge to paradise. His eyes was memorable, it forced you to remember him every time you made eye-contact with.

"Y/N-hyung, here." Jongho handed you a pair of shorts and a graphic t-shirt with some music band on it. He looked up to see you staring at him, your reflection in his eyes. He came closer, inching forward bit by bit.

Half-lidded eyes, he gazed intently. As if you were a book, and he was reading you by each written paragraph. Only with his eyes, he peeled off every layer of your attire. It felt hot, it felt scarily sensuous. You weren’t sure if you liked or hated this feeling, you never had these specific thoughts surrounding your best friend’s younger brother.

You broke the ice, “I…should get back, thanks for letting me borrow your clothes. Goodnight, Jongho.” You returned to San’s room with his brother’s stuff in your hands, the other already changed out of his earlier outfit.

“What took you so long? Jongho is literally five steps away from my room.” San questioned, turning off his laptop. He probably was writing his article’s draft, the intense typing you heard in the background while at Jongho’s room must have been from him.

You grabbed the edges of your shirt, “If you’re going to say shit like that, why didn’t you go get it for me in the first place?” You replied sassily. Your conversations always sounded mean to outsiders, the usage of profanities, and the overall sarcastic tone. But you two were just good friends and knew each other since you were still both high-schoolers, therefore, the way you and San talked were much more personal and only comprehensible to the two of you.

You took off your shirt entirely, letting it dropped onto the floor. You changed with San still being present, you couldn’t cared less, you were used to it from the many times changing to gym clothes in the boys’ locker room. And no, nothing sexual happened there, at least not to you.

“How’s your little crush, San? Jung Wooyoung?” You asked, jumping on his bed.

San let out a laugh, he pushed you playfully. For the entirety of your friendship, San has these overwhelming feelings of admiration for a guy from the same year but different tutor group. Jung Wooyoung was the start of everything, a student across the corridor.

Wooyoung was the sweet, outgoing type. It wasn’t a big surprise to anyone that the guy radiated strong bisexual vibes. He did dated girls and guys, older and younger, he was popular to make a long story short. San was one of the many fews that was into Wooyoung, though, actually never gotten the chance to go out with him. Wooyoung was pretty, the school’s heartthrob, how could he ever pay attention to another one of his admirers? That was what they were, admirers.

“Nah, Wooyoung’s getting married soon. Too, I’m not into him anymore.” San told, leaning on the headboard of his bed.

Hearing so, it piqued your interest. “Married? Jung fucking Wooyoung is getting married? To who? And where did you find this?” You asked, sending a rapid fire of questions.

“To someone, he just wrote ‘Getting married to the love of my life’ on his status board with a picture of two wedding rings inside a box.” San explained, how vague. Wooyoung wasn’t one who sleep around, and had many long-lasting relationships before. It was that you never thought the guy was ever seriously devoted to someone, and look at him now, to be wed to the one who he presumed as special.

You rested your back up against the wall, “So…is there a fresh face you fancy?” You knew San as a flirty yet reserved person, getting a date wasn’t much of a problem to him. People adored San, good-looking and kind-hearted, the full package.

San shrugged, “No,” He looked to the side, to the night sky through the window panes. “I haven’t been that into courtships recently.” Added with ease. How out-of-character for him, not being interested in dating or romance. You wondered what troubled his mind for him to be so impassive towards love.

San laid down, pulling the covers to his chest. “I’m tired, let’s go to sleep, [Y/N].” He changed the topic, or was it evading himself from revealing something he wasn’t meant to.

“You’re no fun.” You laid down next to him, slipped into the covers. San seemed happy today, he probably missed your company. Despite not seeing each other for a long period of time, your unique bond and dynamic still as strong as ever. He bid you goodnight, and you did the same.

Since you were little; you would always wake up in the middle of the night without a reason, especially when sleeping at a different place beside your own bedroom. You slept over at San’s for years but the unwanted awakenings still stuck tight with you. Your problem has been in question for longer than you could handle.

Two options, either try to go back to sleep, or stay up ‘til dawn. With the first one, it was a hit or miss situation. Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you didn’t. The second one was simply stupid, you would only choose it as a last resort. You silently laid in your place, considering what could you do to fall back into your slumber. Nothing came to mind, a blank slate, your head was so clear that completely nothing showed up.

You closed your eyes, praying that you would eventually fall asleep. The sound your ears could catch on was the breathing of the person beside you, the wind blowing gently through every teeny cracks, and the soft, muffled moans from an unknown voice. You immediately opened your eyes, now very awoken. Moans, you heard? Its volume increased, louder and louder by each passing second. But you were the sole person that noticed its existence, as if it was making itself known to you, to exclusively you.

You stepped off the bed, quiet enough so you wouldn't disrupt San's rest. Your bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor, the temperature dropped late into the night. The breeze washed through you, hitting your back first which caused you to shiver violently. The voice was your guide, you followed it like Little Red Riding Hood following the track to grandmother's house. But like how the story told, the track led to the big bad wolf.

You covered your mouth with both hands, standing behind the door of Jongho's bedroom as you listened to his voice calling out for something, or someone. "Ah~ [Y/N]-hyung, you're doing so well. Riding on my cock like a fucking slut." Your eyes widened, hearing your name seeping through the door that separated you from the younger.

You cussed yourself internally, telling yourself that you should mind your own business and get the hell out. Even worse, you caught a glimpse of Jongho stroking himself through the crack-opened door of his. That was enough for you, and so you decided to return to where you were supposed to be. But your knees was shaking, your back not wanting to get off the wall. Before you could react, your back was now pressing on Jongho's floor. The door was opened wide, and you were there on the ground.

"Speak of the devil, were you enjoying the show, hyung?" Jongho said, looking down as he was standing before you. He walked pass you, to the door he locked it shut. He turned his attention to you once more, his eyes slowly trailing down your figure.

Oh how you looked so seductive wearing his clothes on your body, even if it covered the majority of you. The part he was most focused on was your exposed collarbone; due to his shirt being a bit looser-fitting on you, the shirt collar could easily dropped down. He would love to suck on it, leaving marks of his affection toward you.

The position you were currently in excited him, he would fuck you right there on the floor if you let him. You stood yourself up, staring at him. It felt like every time you see each other, the atmosphere all of a sudden turned hot and bothered. When did it started? When did you ever felt that way about Jongho? Your best friend's younger brother, for God's sake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I…should probably go.” You passed him, pushing many thoughts out of your head. Before your hand could twist the door knob for it to unlock, Jongho was the one who came first place to unlock something in you.

His body pressed against yours, your body pressed against the door. Your breath hitched, you were caged between his strong arms. The growing bulge in his pant was rubbing up your backside, consequently, making yourself hard in the process. That sensation which grew more and more inside of you, your stomach, your crotch was filled with it.

"Jongho, I'm not sure if we should do this, what would San think?" You asked, you knew deep down you did felt some type of desire for him. However, you wouldn't explicitly state.

He always acted a little intimate toward you if you could put it into words. He was affectionate, which he wasn't known for. Jongho wasn't a 'physical-touch' person, he didn't enjoy people touching him in a certain way like hugs or joking cheek kisses. But for you, he would break all his principles. He liked wrapping his arms around your waist, even better when you jumped a bit as you were startled by his unanticipated embrace. Or when he kissed your lips out of the blue, and simply shrugged it off as a joke. Of course, you didn't think much of it. He was younger then, but you felt a shift in your relationship nonetheless.

You left to develop your career after university, and left him as well. Now that you were back finally, he couldn't let his chance slip. He didn’t care wether or not your answer would be what he expected, his sole objective was to let you know about these feelings that blossomed in him because of you. Now or never, he thought.

Jongho whispered in your ears, “Hyung, do you remember when I told you I would wife you up?” Such a childish claim, he told you so when he was seventeen and you were in your early twenties. Wife you up, he said. You laughed it off, thinking it was just another one of his stupid flirty sayings exactly like how his brother would talk to most people. But maybe he actually meant it with some sort of sincerity when he said those immature words.

You were in your mid-twenties by now, and still, he wanted you. The feelings should have started to become this way not long ago, correct? Not quite, at least to your knowledge. “You know I like you more than my own brother, right? I like you in such a way that he would disapprove of.” He told, fully aware that San wouldn’t be so happy if he ever found out.

Jongho placed his lips on the area that connected your neck and shoulders, from there, he made his way up. He has physical attributes that made him strong and somewhat intimidating, in opposite, his touches and kisses were gentle and calm unlike how lustful many people his age were.

You let out a quiet whimper; his hands, which was lightly coated with something sticky, felt up your bare chest underneath the shirt of his that you were wearing. Your head tilted back on its own as a respond when he touched your buds, kneading it in his fingers.

"God, Jongho, you didn't clean your hands? That's fucking disgusting." You whined, which made him laughed.

Jongho replied, "You're making seem like you're not going to be covered in it soon." You mouth agape as soon as those vulgar ideas entered through your ears. San was one to blame for sure, being a major influence all throughout his life. You get the flirty, but weren't used to the dirty.

One slid down your stomach to the nether regions of your body, the other kept its place on your chest. You moaned, his hand reached your already aroused cock. You would admit with every truths in you, he was great at pleasuring his sex partner. Even if he was a virgin or seemed inexperienced at first glance. You doubted that he had ever gotten laid with anyone; if he wanted you this bad, he would have saved himself for you. The years you spent away from him, pornographic materials must have trained him well for this very day.

He stroked you, up-and-down, occasionally running his thumb over your swollen tip. The sounds that escaped your mouth was lewd, you never knew yourself have the capability to produce such things. You could sense the build-ups coming, your pelvis jerking slightly. Your hot breaths hitting the cold surface of the door, unstable, shaky, it was.

A hand grabbed you by the jaw, turning your face to him. He leaned in to kiss you, shutting you up before you could make any more noise that most possibly lead to you two getting caught. Jongho pushed his tongue in, reaching out for yours. Although, he seemed like he know a lot and he did a great job proving so. But you could clearly tell that he still have much to learn, merely by the way he kissed you. Amateur, but he has the spirit.

You closed your eyes, biting his lips as you released your high. It sprayed onto his door, the white on white making it looked almost discreet under the sensual lighting of his room. An orange-red mix of some sort, the mood light by the corner illuminating his space.

"You're a filthy whore, hyung. You came all over my door." Jongho giggled. He turned you around to face him, then slung you over his shoulder in one swift motion. The bed, he brought you to. You laid there, half-naked, and only with his shirt that covered a sensitive part of yours.

Jongho removed his top, now you finally got a clear view of his torso. Under his bulky clothes, he was fit and fairly toned. He got close and personal with you, leaning into your ears as he whispered sinful things that has an unknowingly sweet undertone.

Jongho brought up, "Now that I've enrolled in university, can I perhaps...have a congratulation gift?"

Skeptical, you replied with suspicion in your voice. "And what in particular is it that you want?"

"Blow me." He said, with all the confidence he has. More like waiting to say those peculiar two words. You were caught off guard, taken back by what he just said. He has his hands on the waistband, slowly pulling it down before your eyes.

Dropping his pants and undergarment off the bed, where the most of your clothes rested. Already seen the silhouette of his cock, you were much surprised when you got a closer look. “Oh my— You’ve grown.” You commented. The pre-cum from earlier dripped and dropped, you gripped the rim of his shirt as you watched it inching to your lips.

His tip kissed your lips, you opened your mouth to take it in little by little. Your mouth was warm and fleshy, way better than using his hands or an unspecified toy for adults. You started going easy on yourself since you weren’t an expert on these things. The head, then halfway, then the entire thing. It touched the back at your throat, causing you to gaged slightly, tears brimming in your eyes.

You looked up at him, gluing yours onto his. Jongho covered his mouth, he held your head with the other one. “Don’t look at me like that, I might just fuck your face till you cry, hyung.” Your hair felt soft under his hand and between his fingers, the delightful scent of your shampoo lingered around his nose. He could sniff you all day, how could he ever resist you?

His cock slid deeper down your throat as his gently pushed his pelvis toward your face. He moaned and groaned, making known of all his hidden dark desires and sexual fantasies. With you sucking him off like that, sending him to cloud nine.

Your mouth, which overfilled with cum, leaking out from the corners of your pretty lips. It all ran down your through and into your system in one big gulp, the taste wasn't as pleasant as some might say but tolerable. Jongho lifted your face by the chin, he licked your lips. "I hope I'm not terrible for your taste, hyung." He laughed, trying a drop of himself as well.

You wiped your mouth, leaning back into the soft mattress of his bed. You laughed, "Come and make me yours like how you wanted to do long ago." He crawled to you, having that heart-throbbing smile plastered on his face. How could he be so cute when he was preparing to do something so naughty.

Jongho put his lips on yours once more, soft and plump like peaches. As you laid down, those disobedient hands slid up your thighs. He easily overpowered you, he was the sky and you were under him. Your lips, cheeks, jaw, and neck all stained with his charming marks. Rumbling and fumbling on the side as he searched for the lube bottle from the drawer of his nightstand. It felt cold, and slimy as it slid down your hole.

Yelping, your face scrunched up in discomfort. He started with one, then two, then eventually three fingers. You spread your legs, changing to a nicer position. The more you got used to his fingers going in-and-out of you, the more all those euphoric feelings you have been missing in your life came creeping up upon you.

"Lower your voice, or do you want someone to catch us? Does that excite you, you slut?" You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back your voice. Never been this vocal in bed before, what a change-up when you started using your voice more. The noises you made was like music to his ears, especially when he was the conductor. As much as he enjoyed it, he needed to keep it down, he was fucking his brother's best friend after all.

You held the condom packet between your teeth, Jongho pulled on the wrapper as it ripped open. He slid the condom over his cock, now covered in a pellucid latex layer. He pulled you closer by your legs, his pelvis touching your backside, his cock rubbing up against yours. Slowly and steady, he slid it in you. Your heart pounding violently inside your chest, your heartbeat rang for everyone to hear. It picked up its pace when he entered fully. Relaxed thrusts at first, he was afraid that he was going to hurt you if he went all out from the beginning. But when your lips quivered and asked him to go faster, he happily complied.

Slamming into you without any mercy, and moving his lips with yours in an aggressive manner similar to animals. You felt his cock hitting area and cervices deep inside your body, more or less 'rearranging one's guts' like how they all say.

His sweat carried the citrusy scent of his cologne, dominating what would be the unpleasant smell of body oder. He held one of your thighs, going in-and-out at another angle. And with one more single thrust; you reached your high, coming untouched all over his bedsheets. His grip tightened around your hips, coming right after.

A daze, you were in. Your breaths was as unstable as his during his last baseball game. Chest ascending then descending, alternating for a while until you could calm down. Only wearing his shorts, he helped you clean up everything. Throwing a different shirt at you for you to change out.

He went back to bed beside your tired body, held you in his arms like how you once did back in the days. "San will go fucking crazy when he finds out." You told, caressing his sore shoulders. Despite how much you both tried, you knew you were being loud and obvious.

Jongho giggled, "Of course, he would. I basically slept with his best friend while he was sleeping." You could only imagine San waking up and finding you asleep in Jongho's bed, his expression would change and he would start going off on his brother—Who most possibly would wear a playful face and boast about having sex with you last night.

Jongho pecked your lips, "I love you, [Y/N]-hyung. I've never stop loving you." All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed to being intimate in a wholesome way. You rubbed his head, silently saying it back as he got the memo.