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[written-with-clouds]

As The Dove Flies

Osferth x F!Reader

Summary: The story of you and Osferth

CW: Slight nsfw, handjobs (mutual)

Authors note: Hello hello hello! The time has come for the Osferth Fic I teased! I could see this becoming a bigger universe of interconnected fics surrounding yours and Osferths lives together. So if that is something y'all would be interested in please lmk!! (also, I know i've already used this gif... but i love it so shhh)

cross posted on A03

You were just three years old when your first sibling, Young Uhtred, was born. And when your mother called you over to meet him, you were sure you couldn’t love someone more.

And then four years later, when your sister, Stiorra, was born, you thought your younger self silly. Certainly you couldn’t love someone more than your sister. 

But then, at 16, you met Osferth— a young monk and the king’s bastard. He joined your fathers group alongside Finan and Sihtric, but couldn’t have been more different than the dane and the irishman. According to the drunken tales you heard from the Finan, Osferth had thrown up the first time he stabbed a man. He was quiet and bashful unlike the others who were loud and tried to bed any woman that so much as breathed near them. His differences intrigued you and you often found yourself seeking him out to have small conversations about anything you could think of. Just so that his attention was on you, even if just for a fleeting moment. Eventually, you even started to eat meals together, both of you preferring the—slightly—quieter corner of the great hall over the boisterous horde of drunken warriors.  

Your relationship with him quickly turned to one of friendship and you told yourself that was all you wanted from the monk. Even if your heart would beat irregularly whenever his shoulder brushed against yours and your cheeks would flush when he smiled at you or laughed at one of your jokes. Or that it felt as if you couldn’t breathe until he came back safe from fighting alongside your father. You were friends and nothing more. 

For years, you kept your feelings hidden. Telling yourself that nothing could happen between you and Osferth. But no matter how much you lied to yourself, your mind would still drift to him whenever you touched yourself, imagining his hands were bringing you pleasure instead of your own. Your dreams were filled with images of the monk. Visions of him kissing you sweetly when you’d welcome him home. Of him smiling gently at you while placing a hand over your swollen belly. And of the two of you raising a family together. But that’s all they would ever be… dreams and nothing more.

At 20 your mother died giving birth to your youngest brother. 

Your father was gone, fighting yet another war for Alfred, leaving you to pick up the shattered pieces of your siblings.  

Hild and Thyra stood next to you as your mother was buried in the ground, Hild whispering a prayer for her while Thyra grasped your hand tightly and muttered words you couldn’t understand.You didn’t cry. You couldn’t cry, not while your siblings were fragile and your father was gone. You had to be strong for them. At least until he returned.

A week had passed when your father returned, the sounds of hooves and the people of Wintanceaster cheering alerting you to that fact. You watched from a distance as Hild broke the news to your father. Watching as he slumped into her small frame as she hugged him. Your eyes tore away from the scene, unable to look at it any longer, and scanned the crowd of people. 

Osferth sat on his horse still, watching your father carefully and trading looks with Finan and Sihtric. His eyes found yours eventually, and he smiled warmly. You waved back to him weakly and even from a distance you could see his face twist in worry. 

Osferth found you later that evening sitting on an empty bench near the town center. “I didn’t see you at supper.” He said, holding out a bowl of stew. “I thought you might be hungry.” 

You sat unmoving, just staring up at the stars. 

“My lady?” Osferth tried again. And when you didn’t respond or move, he set the bowl down on a nearby stump and sat next to you. He looked at the stars with you quietly, waiting for you to speak or move first. And after what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke. 

“She’s dead..” You whispered. 

“I know,” He replied. You crumpled against yourself, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes. Your arms wrapped tightly around your body but were soon replaced by Osferth’s. His touch was tentative and unsure, but when your hands tightly held onto him and you turned to hide your head against him, his hold became more confident. His arms hugged you to him as one hand rubbed your back. You could hear him whispering soothing words as you finally let yourself experience the grief of losing your mother. 

You’re not sure how long the two of you sat there, but as your sobs died down and your breathing evened out, the moon was high in the sky and the town had quieted down. 

“We should get you home, M’Lady..” Osferth quietly suggested. When you nodded against his chest and hummed your agreement he stood and carefully helped you up as well. 

Osferth saw to it that you made it home safely, going as far as to help you lay down on the bed. Your eyes were already closing as he pulled the blanket over you, but as he turned to leave your hand darted out and grabbed his wrist. 

“Stay… please,” You pleaded. When he hesitated, you quietly added, “I don’t want to be alone..” 

“As you wish..” Osferth replied as he sat down on the floor beside you, his hand covering yours.

When you awoke the next morning, Osferth was gone.

The next month happened in the blink of an eye. Your father became an enemy of Wessex and your brothers and sister were taken from Coccham by order of the king. You would have been taken as well, were it not for Hild. When you had seen the guards entering your home and dragging your siblings out, you had run to the nunnery and begged for her help. She sent you to a nunnery in Wincelcumb. Upon your arrival, you learn that the Lady Aethelflaed was also in hiding at the nunnery. 

You spent your days helping the nuns clean and cook, insisting that you will not be a burden on them and would earn your stay. Just as your mother had raised you. Any spare time you had was spent practicing with an old bow and arrow you had found in a storage shed. Though, not long after your arrival in Wincelcumb, your father, along with his men, arrived. 

“Why are you here and not in Coccham?” Your father asked, crushing you in a hug. 

“Kingsmen,” You managed to wheeze out before your father loosened his grip. “They took Stiorra, Young Uhtred, and Osbert…” 

Your fathers face remained calm, but you could see the worry and panic fill his eyes. “How did you get away? Where were your siblings taken?” 

“I wasn’t home when they stormed in.. Hild sent me here until it was safe.” You responded, averting your fathers gaze as you continued. “I don’t know what’s happened to them though..”

He pulled you against him for another rib cracking hug and whispered against your ear. “That’s okay, Alfred wouldn’t hurt a child.. what matters is that you’re safe.” It sounded more as if he was calming himself than you, but it didn’t matter. All that did matter was that he was here and safe and that he would set things right so you could return to your normal life. 

Osferth found you later that night. You were outside, restringing your bow– or rather, trying to– by a fire, when he sat next to you. “You can use one of those?” 

“I’m learning…” you respond, breaking off into a curse as the string snapped, cutting into the skin of your hand. You hissed, looking at the wound.

Osferth took your hand in his, and examined the fresh cut. On your hand, he found more than just the one scratch. Smaller cuts and bruises in various states of healing surrounded the fresh wound on your hand and wrist. “You’ve a lot of cuts and scratches M’Lady..” 

“I did say I was learning.” You pouted, watching Osferth as he moved your hand this way and that. “How long will you be staying?” 

“In truth, I don’t know.” Osferth said, letting go of your hand and meeting your gaze. “Not until Lord Untred knows for certain that the Lady Aethelflaed is no longer in danger.” 

The danger came less than a full day later in the form of Haesten. His men blocked all the exits except for the main doors, where they waited impatiently. Haesten would call out occasionally, goading your father to react. 

After hours of planning and hushed arguing, your father had finally figured out a way to save Lady Aethelflaed: By offering up Skade in her stead. Haesten, predictably, took the bait. You watched from a window as the group of Danes left, nervously glancing at your father and his men. 

The next morning, you set out with your father, Finan, Sihtric, Osferth, and Aethelflaed for Aegelesburg. You spent most of the trip riding alongside Osferth and joking with Finan. Occasionally, Sihtric would join in, yelling some crude comment over his shoulder.

 As your group grew closer to Aegelesburg, your father dropped back next to you. “Put your hood up and keep your head low until we are inside. I do not need Alfred to notice you were not taken with your siblings.” He ordered sternly, giving you no time to react before pushing his horse forward again.

You brushed your horse's mane absentmindedly. Your thoughts spiraled as you worried about your father and what the King might do when he sees him, regardless of Lady Aethelflaed’s protection. You’re so lost in your mind that you didn’t notice the loose hay crunch beneath someone’s feet as they entered the stables. 

“Does something trouble you, M’Lady?” A gentle voice asked beside you. 

“Osferth!” You startled, “don’t sneak up on me like that!” 

“I was hardly quiet,” He smiled. Your eyes flicked down to his lips before quickly looking back to his eyes. His smile was soft and kind. Like the first warm breeze after winter. His eyes were no different. Looking into them as he looked back at you was akin to being wrapped in a warm fur during the coldest months. 

“Is everything alright?” Osferth asked again, his voice bringing you out of your thoughts. “You were staring off again.” 

You let out a sigh and set down the brush you were using. “I guess, I’m…” you trailed off, shaking your head slightly as your jaw clenched and unclenched. “...I’m worried… My siblings are who knows where and have most likely been separated. They’re probably terrified, Osferth.” 

You said the last part quietly, as if you’re afraid that if it’s said any louder it’ll become true. Osferth placed his hand on either of your arms and gently rubbed them.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. King Alfred wouldn’t do anything to hurt an innocent child… they are being taken care of, I’m sure of it.” Osferth says, trying to comfort you and unintentionally mirroring your father. 

You scoffed, stepped out of his grasp, turned your back to him, and continued to untangle your horse’s mane with your fingers. “The man you claim wouldn’t hurt an innocent child… is currently the only man capable of condemning my father to death, Osferth.” Your voice grows unsteady and your hands tremble as you begin to cry, “My father.. is currently alone with the one man that could see him killed. It would make my siblings and I orphans…We are already wounded from the death of our mother. What do you think would happen if our father was killed?” 

Osferth placed a hand on your shoulder and lightly pulled to turn you around. Once you were facing him again he pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. One hand stroked your hair soothingly as you cried into his shoulder while clinging onto him desperately. 

“I cannot lose another parent. Not now.. not so soon!” You whimpered between ragged breaths. 

“Shh…” He whispers against your ear, “it’s alright… nothing is going to happen..” 

“How can you be so…so sure?” 

“The king is not a stupid man. And killing your father would be the stupidest decision he could make. He would not risk Edward wearing the crown without Lord Untred by his side to advise him.” Osferth speaks plainly. 

You pulled away slightly, looking up at Osferth. Before you could speak, however, he continued. 

“And besides, you wouldn’t ever be alone. Finan, Sihtric, Hild, and I… None of us would ever leave you or your siblings to fend for yourselves..” 

“You promise?” You asked weakly. 

“I do.” 

You stared into his eyes for a long moment as time stopped around you. Suddenly, the world around the two of you fell away. Leaving nothing but you and Osferth. Before you could think to do otherwise, you pulled Osferth down and planted your lips against his. You felt his hands flex where they had fallen on your waist. He didn’t kiss back, not right away, but after a second or two his lips tentatively pressed into yours. His hands pulled you closer to him as yours slid up around his neck and into his hair. 

The sound of your horse blowing air out through their nose made you jolt. You stepped back from Osferth and quickly gathered your things before rushing out of the stables, leaving Osferth behind.

You avoided Osferth for the rest of the day and most of the next after your kiss in the stables. While he had kissed back, you couldn’t shake the fear of him denying you. You couldn’t risk potentially losing him because of one moment of weakness. And fate had agreed with you, in the form of sending your father off to another battle. And with him, Osferth. 

You remained safe behind the walls of Aegelesburg, though you quickly grew antsy, not used to the lack of chores. Normally, your mother would have had an endless list of tasks for you to do—in between helping her chase down your siblings. It helped to make the wait for your fathers return not feel as long. And kept your mind from wandering to the possibility of him not coming back. 

With the lack of soldiers within the walls, the training yard became quiet and you jumped at the idea of practicing with your bow. The hours bled together as you fired arrow after arrow at the targets, missing most of your shots. Just as you had drawn the arrow back for the millionth time, the remaining guards within the watchtowers yelled for the gate to be opened. You took a deep breath and let your last arrow fly, hitting the target dead center. 

Your celebration, however, was short lived. As line after line of dirty bloodied men entered the walls of Aegelesburg while you watched anxiously for your father. But your nerves didn’t calm when you finally saw him, alive and well. With him came Finan and Sihtric, but you caught no sight of Osferth and your blood ran cold. 

Your father had barely managed to dismount from his horse before you got to him. “Father, where is Osferth? He left with you did he not?” 

“He did.” Your father answered, his expression level and his jaw set. 

“Then where is he?” You could do nothing to stop the panic from seeping out into your voice. 

“He is fine. He will travel back to Aethelflaed’s estate in Saltwic to recover. You will go with him.” 

“What about you? Will you stay here?” 

Your father rested his hands on your shoulders. “I will follow behind you. Same with Finan and Sihtric. Now go gather your things, you will be leaving shortly.”

For the duration of the journey back to Saltwic you rode near the cart carrying Osferth, watching him carefully. He was unconscious for most of the ride, only stirring occasionally during rests when the healer would check his wound. 

Once your group had safely made it to Saltwic, you had settled into the room you were allocated, and had checked on your horse, you sought out Osferth’s room and lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to disturb him if he was still resting. 

“Come in.” Came Osferths voice. He sounded weak and it pulled at your heart. 

You tentatively stepped into the room, letting the door fall shut behind you. Osferth laid on his bed, pillows bunched behind his back to slightly prop up his torso. Although he had been sleeping for most of the day, he still looked seconds away from falling unconscious. 

Leaning against the far wall, you chewed on your bottom lip nervously as your eyes looked anywhere in the room but him. “Are you alright?” 

“I am fine, M’Lady… the sword merely grazed my side.” 

“Good… that’s good.” You cleared your throat, “I am glad you’re okay..” 

“My lady?” Osferth asked and when you hummed in acknowledgment, he continued. “I have a request I’d like to make..” 

“What would that be?” You responded quietly, still not quite looking at him. 

You heard the faint sound of fabric shuffling before Osferth spoke again. “Sit with me for a while?”  

You approached the bed cautiously, as if afraid that Osferth would change his mind, and sat on the edge. Though you still didn’t look at him and kept your eyes on your lap. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” Osferth inquired, breaking the silence that had passed over the two of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he shifted again. 

You shook your head and swallowed around the lump that had formed in your throat, hating the way your voice cracked when you said “I can’t…” 

“Why…” Osferth paused, the word drawn-out in thought. His hand came up and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek. “You’re crying. Why are you crying?” 

Were you crying? Now that he mentioned it, your cheeks were wet and your vision blurry with unshed tears. 

“Why are you crying?” Osferth asked again, softer this time. His hand on your cheek shifted, making you look at him. His brows were furrowed with concern and his eyes searched yours. 

Finally meeting his gaze, you broke. Your body crumpled against his as you cried against his chest. “I kissed you!”

“You are crying because we kissed?” He asked carefully. 

“I kissed you! And then I avoided you because I couldn’t risk you turning me away. I couldn’t risk losing you because you didn’t like me the way I like you! I avoided you and then you got hurt! You were hurt and I hated myself for being such a coward!” Your hands tightly fisted the fabric of his tunic as your body trembled. “When you didn’t ride in on your horse… when I saw my father and Finan and Sihtric but not you, my heart stopped beating… I–I couldn’t breathe Osferth. I feared you had died.. That you had left me. You promised you wouldn’t leave me! You promised, Osferth!” 

Osferth shushed you and ran his hand through your hair like he had in the stables. You continued, quieter this time, “You can’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it, Osferth! My heart does not beat without you, my lungs do not draw in air. You are my life Osferth, even if you do not share my feelings, if you do not love me the way I love you…” 

He held you until your body stopped shaking and your sobs lessened, then he cupped your face once more and brought your face up to his. Osferth laid gentle kisses over each of your eyes, on your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and then finally, he kissed your lips.

“I am sorry I scared you,” Osferth rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you did the same. 

“Does this mean–”

“I share your feelings, my dove.”

Years had passed since King Alfred’s death and King Edward’s coronation. Your father had been pardoned by King Edward, and had since pledged his loyalty to the throne again. Stiorra and Young Uhtred were returned to your fathers care and while Stiorra now lived in Saltwic, Young Uhtred had decided to remain in Wessex at St. Wilfrid’s Church—much to your father’s dismay. It took a lot of convincing for your father to allow you to return to Coccham, but when he finally caved it was with one condition. You were to contribute to the settlement and help wherever you could, much like your mother had done as lady of the estate. 

It was through this condition that you had managed to become a rather skilled archer. You trained with the hunters so frequently that you had broken twice as many bows as most. 

Your relationship with Osferth flourished as the two of you would bask in the stolen moments you shared. From quiet moments tucked around corners to fleeting kisses when no one was looking or momentarily hooking your pinkies together as you walked past each other. But your favorite moments were late at night while everyone was asleep. When you would lay with your head on his chest, your legs tangled together under a blanket, as he traced nonsensical patterns over your back and side. 

Thinking of those stolen moments were all that kept you sane. Your father had sent Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth to gather information on Bebbanburg. But nearly a year had passed since you last saw Osferth, and you were beginning to go crazy. 

You sit on the riverbank, absentmindedly sharpening an arrow when you hear the telltale sound of a ship coming into dock followed by Finan yelling. You stood hastily and brushed off the dirt from your bottoms before rushing to the dock where a small group of people had gathered. 

You smiled and hugged both Finan—who lifted you off the ground and crushed your lungs— and Sihtric in greeting. Your smile widened slightly as you turned from Sihtric to greet Osferth, hugging him only slightly longer than was necessary and whispering in his ear. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, my dove.” He whispered back before the two of you separated.

You stalk behind Osferth, carefully choosing each step so as not to alert the monk to your presence. Concealed behind a tree, you watch as he begins to strip off his dirty clothes before wading into the water of a secluded section of river. 

Carefully, you remove your own clothing, setting them in a neat pile on the ground. You make yourself known as you step into the water, wading over to him. “You will be riding to Wintanceaster?” 

Osferth faces you, the tips of his ears blushing at the sight of you naked, no matter how many times he had seen your body. “It would seem so.” 

When you finally reach him his hands find your hips as yours circle around his neck, your bodies slotting together naturally. You sigh into him as Osferth kisses your lips, your eyes falling shut and your lips spreading into a satisfied grin. 

“How long do I have you for?” You ask in a whisper when he finally pulls away. 

Osferth sets his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as your hands move from his neck to start scooping up water to wash the dirt from his body. “Not long. Your father wishes to leave as soon as possible… it was a fight to get him to agree to let us wash up first.” 

“We’ll have to be quick then..” Before Osferth can respond, you smash your mouth to his. Your tongue prods against his bottom lip and he opens his mouth in response, his tongue sliding over yours. You slide one hand down his front and grasp his hardening cock, smirking at the moan Osferth lets out. His hands find your rear, squeezing and massaging the flesh.

You break the kiss, pulling his head down to nip at his earlobe before whispering, “Will you still resist properly fucking me?” You give a deliberately slow tug to his cock, wringing him from base to tip, as you moan into Osferth’s ear before continuing. “Even after so many months apart?” 

Osferth trails his lips over the skin of your shoulder, “I will not take your virtue, I cannot take what is not mine… that is reserved for your husband.” 

Your groan of frustration turns to a moan of pleasure as his hand snakes down between your bodies and his fingers find your clit. He slowly circles the pads of his fingers against you, relishing in the way your hips twitch at the feeling. You recapture Osferths mouth in a needy kiss, your hand speeding up as you continue to jerk him off. 

You moan into his mouth, panting harshly as his fingers quicken over you, matching the pace of your strokes. 

With how long you both were apart, it’s no surprise when Osferth groans. You can feel his cock twitch in your hand as he cums, his hand momentarily stilling between your legs. He spins you so that you’re now facing him. Osferth dips, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts while his fingers continue to pleasure you. He alternates between swirling his tongue around your nipple and lightly grazing his teeth over it. 

Your hands claw at his shoulders as you moan, your body arching into his as Osferth brings you to orgasm. He continues to pleasure you until you push in his shoulders lightly and your hips jerk away in overstimulation. Osferth releases your nipple and trails gentle kisses up your chest, neck, and along your jaw before finally settling against your lips for one last kiss. 

The two of you finish washing in comfortable silence, with the only sound coming from the water sloshing around you. Osferth helps you with the laces of your dress once you both are mostly dry. When he is done you help with his leather vambraces. 

Osferth leans his forehead against yours once more before parting and turning to leave. But before he gets far, you reach out and grab his wrist. 

“Marry me.” You say before you can think better of it. 

Osferth turns to look at you, shock written on his face. “What?” 

“Marry me, Osferth. There is no other man for me, there hasn’t been… not since the moment I saw you.” 

“How-“ 

“Hild is in Wintanceaster… I can make up a reason to come along when you depart.. while my father is speaking with the king, Hild can marry us..” 

Osferth chuckles slightly and smiles at you fondly. His hands grip onto your forearms as he looks at you, “You’ve seemingly been planning.. but we would still need to find a way to tell-“ 

“Hild already knows,” You say, cutting Osferth off. “She figured it out not long after you left..” 

“We still haven’t told your father, my dove.” He says carefully. 

“We can tell him once he has finally reclaimed Bebbenberg.. After we are married, I cannot wait any longer.” 

“Alright.” Osferth’s smile widened, “We will marry in Wintanceaster.” 

Not long after entering Wintanceaster you excuse yourself, giving a half hearted lie when your father asks where you are heading. You trek through the city, trying to keep any unwanted memories at bay and before you know it you’re standing in front of the nunnery. You knock on the heavy wooden door and wait. Soon enough, the door opens. 

After asking to speak with Hild, and vaguely explaining why, you are brought inside and shown to a small dinning hall. Before long, Hild enters the room and greets you fondly, pulling you into a warm hug which you eagerly return.  

“Abbess Hild…” you start, the two of you now sitting at one of the dining tables. “I have a… strange… request to make.” 

“Whatever it is, I will gladly help however I can…” She says softly, her hands find yours over the table acting as  a comforting weight overtop your own fidgeting ones.

“Well… I was hoping… can you..” As you struggle for words Hild sits patiently and lets you figure out the right words to use. “Would you officiate a wedding? Mine.. to be specific.” 

She raises an eyebrow in shock, “Your wedding? You are getting married?” 

“Yes… Osferth and I have decided it’s time.” 

A smile spreads across her face as she jumps up and rounds the table to hug you. “That’s wonderful, dear! When is the date?” 

“Tomorrow… while my father is speaking with the king.” You respond carefully. 

“While he’s… Wouldn’t you prefer a time when your father is present?” Hild asks, releasing you from the hug and sitting back. At your avoidant gaze and lack of answer, she continues. “He doesn’t know. Does he?” 

“We’re going to tell him.. after he takes Bebbenberg.” 

“He should know before you’re married,” 

“I know… I just— I can’t risk him saying no.” You hang your head, hands fidgeting in your lap as you bite your lip. “Please, Hild… I love him. And he loves me.” 

“Alright, I’ll do it. But if you still haven’t told your father once he retakes Bebbenberg—“ 

“We will. I promise.”

With everything set and the plan figured out, all that was left for you to do was wait while Hild made up an excuse for needing to borrow Osferth. You paced nervously around the church hall, your hand fiddling with the Mjölnir pendant your father had gifted you years ago. 

Two voices slowly approached the church hall, becoming more clear the closer they got. A man and a woman– Osferth and Hild. Your heart stutters in your chest, uncertainty suddenly flooding your system. What if Osferth only agreed to placate you, what if he had changed his mind and he was trying to find an excuse to get out of this. You were seconds from fully panicking when Hild entered the room, Osferth coming in behind her. 

The warm smile that overtook Osferths face at the sight of you was enough to quell your fears as he walked up to you. His hands found your face, cupping each cheek as he gazed down at you. 

“You’re absolutely sure you don’t want Lord Uhtred here?” He asks quietly. 

“I am sure.” You respond, just as quiet. 

Osferth plants a soft kiss against your forehead before stepping back and letting his hands fall. One hand stops at yours, grasping it in his as he leads you to the front of the hall where Hild patiently waits. She smiles at the two of you as you stop in front of her.

Silently, she gestures for you to lift your right hand and Osferth to lift his left. She lays a ribbon over your wrists before lightly winding the ends around your hands. As Hild steps back, she begins to speak. 

“Lord God in heaven, we are humbly gathered before you on this day of celebration as we witness the joining of two hearts. Entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation. In the joining of hands and the fashioning of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another.” 

Osferth smiles at you, his pinky interlocking with yours as Hild continues her speech and you smile back. 

“Did you have rings to exchange?” Hild asks as she unwinds the ribbon. The tips of Osferth’s ears flush a deep red as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“I, uh, I guess we really didn’t have time to get rings..” 

“How about–” You start, pulling your Mjölnir necklace over your head, “We exchange necklaces? I will wear your cross, you will wear my Mjölnir pendant? At least until we can get rings.” 

Osferth is already pulling the cross over his head by the time you’ve completed your sentence. He carefully places it over your head and situates it properly around your neck. When he is satisfied, you do the same. You let your hands linger on his shoulders as his find your hips. Osferth leans his head against yours, sighing contentedly as a soft smile graces his lips. 

“I love you.” He whispers 

“Not as much as I love you.” You whisper back. 

cross posted on Ao3

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You're Always My Husband

Loki x GNAsgardian!Reader

Summary: When Loki is taken by the Avengers you follow Thor to Earth, needing to see him with your own eyes.

CW: very brief mention of killing and torture (It's only a sentence long and doesn't go into detail), Angst and Comfort.

Authors note: Hello! I have returned at last! This isn't either of the fics I teased in my last post, and it kinda came out of nowhere... but I hope you like it all the same! This takes place during the first Avengers movie and was heavily inspired by Would You Fall In Love With Me from Epic The Musical: Ithaca Saga by Jorge Rivera-Herrans.. for those that haven't heard it, please go listen to the full concept musical! it is amazing and beautifully done!

cross posted on AO3

Your ears ring from the pounding of your heart as you storm through the helicarrier, ignoring the yells of people around you. You throw any of the guards dumb enough to get in your way and try to stop you from your target. 

“Thor!” You bellow, your voice echoing off the metal walls around you as people startle at the sound.  You kick in door after door, calling after the god of thunder with each one. And every time, coming up empty handed.

Growling in frustration, you survey the room with narrowed eyes. Stalking to the nearest person you lift them by the collar of their shirt, ignoring the multiple guns now pointed in your direction.

“Where is Thor?” You ask slowly, breathing heavily through your nose. The man stares at you, eyes wide, lips opening and closing without sound, trembling within your hold. 

“Where is he!?” You yell, giving the man a light shake. 

“Y/N!” Your brother in law's boisterous voice calls from behind you. 

You drop the frightened man and whirl on your heel to face Thor. His face is bright, a wide smile on his face and his eyes crinkled just the slightest. You close the distance between you both quickly, grabbing the front of his shirt. 

“Is it true? Is he…” You trail off, the question dying on your tongue. You search Thor’s eyes, your breathing growing ragged. 

“Y/N…” He responds softly, his hands gently grasping your elbows as his expression drops. 

“Is it?” You repeat your question, growing more desperate by the second. 

Thor nods, his face now solemn. Your breathing hitches and your grip on him loosens. “Where is he?” 

“He’s not… how he was.“ Thor responds, choosing his words carefully.

“Where is he?!” 

“In a holding cell.” Someone else replies. You turn your head, meeting the one eyed gaze of a man. “Who’s your friend?” 

Thor responds before you can so much as open your mouth, “This is Y/N, my brother's spouse.” 

“They gonna be a problem for us?” The one eyed man asks, speaking directly to Thor even with his gaze trained on you warily. 

“No, Fury. They will not be a problem.” 

“I can answer for myself,” you speak, scowling at both of them. “I will remain… unproblematic, if you take me to my husband.” 

“How do we know you won’t let him out?” The one eyed man��Fury—comments. “For all we know you’re working with him and this is all some trick.” 

You release your hold on Thor completely, turning your body to face Fury. You stalk towards him, getting halfway there before Thor's hand on your arm stops you.

“Take me to my husband!” You demand, fighting against Thor’s hold. 

“Y/N, please.” Thor whispers pleadingly, “Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“Difficult?” You whip around to Thor, catching him off guard as your hand makes contact with his cheek. “I’m not the one being difficult! All I am asking is to see my husband, who was thought dead!” You hiss out. 

And then your shoulders drop, the fight all but leaving your body as desperation seeped in. “Please.” You beg no one in particular. “I just need to see him… I need to know he’s alive..” 

You looked to Thor, desperately trying to get through to him. But his attention was elsewhere. His eyes were locked with Fury’s, a silent argument happening between them before finally, Fury nodded. 

Thor’s gaze landed back on you, “Okay.. but not for long. And know, they have cameras in place all around his cell.”

The second the large doors slide open you see him. Your husband paces inside a large cell made entirely of glass. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before walking into the room tentatively. As you approach the glass, Loki turns. The cocky smile adorning his face falls as his eyes land on yours and he blinks in surprise. “Is it you?” You ask breathlessly. “This isn’t a dream? O-or some trick?”

“Darling…” Loki speaks softly in a way reserved only for you as you draw even closer to the glass. Thor says something behind you, it sounds vaguely like he’s asking you to step back but his words are fuzzy as your entire being focuses on the sight of Loki. You bring your hand up, resting your palm against the glass.

“Are you really standing here? Did-” You choke on the words as sobs threaten to leave your throat. “Have you come back to me?”

Loki places his against the glass, mirroring you.

“You’re thinner than I remember…” You whisper, “And your eyes… They’re blue now, not the green I know. You look tortured.”

“I am not the man I was… the man you fell in love with.” Loki says simply, removing his hand from the glass as he walks back towards the middle of the cell. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I’ve killed… too many to count. Human and alien alike.” He doesn’t face you as he speaks. His shoulders are tense and his fist’s clench at his sides before he draws them up, likely wringing them as you know he does when nervous or unsure. “I’ve tortured even more. Their blood stains my hands. Their screams ring in my ears. ”

“Loki…” Tears blur your vision and wet your cheeks. 

Loki spins around, facing you. His expression is guarded, but you notice the small twitch of his eyebrow that indicates he’s barely keeping it together himself. When he speaks his voice is hoarse and unsteady. “Can you still claim to love me? To call me your husband?” 

You blink back more tears as they threaten to spill down your face and step away from the glass slightly. Your hand wraps around a cord of fabric made of green and gold that hangs from your waist and breaks it off. You hold it up in front of you, displaying it to Loki. “If I can’t call you my husband, if what you’ve done is truly so horrible that I can’t learn to love you regardless, remove your half of our handfasting cord. Rip it from your belt and toss it away.” 

At this, Loki falters, flinching away as if struck. “How could you…” He starts softly, his voice growing louder as he continues. “I wove that cord myself. I spent weeks on it. As a sign of my love to you!” 

“Then don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You are my husband!” You yell at him, voice raspy and breaking. “No matter what you’ve done or who you’ve hurt. No matter if it’s been one year or one decade, I will always love you.” 

The door to Loki’s cell opens, startling both of you. Glancing over your shoulder you see Thor where he now stands behind the control desk. He nods his head at, a silent acknowledgement. 

Loki doesn’t move from the center of the cell, even as armed guards enter the room, guns pointing at all three of you. He doesn’t even look anywhere else but you. His eyes follow your movements as you slowly close the distance between you and him. 

Once you’re standing toe to toe with Loki, you lift on shaking hand and place it against his cheek. The touch is feather light at first, because you are still unsure if it’s really him. But as skin meets skin and Loki leans into your touch, his eyes closing, you resolve breaks. You pull him against you and bury your face in the crook of his neck as sobs rack through your body. Loki’s arms close around your middle as he pulls you impossibly closer, his head resting against yours. 

The two of you sink to the floor, still holding onto each other like lifelines. When you pull back from the hug, Loki looks at you. 

“There they are,” You whisper. His eyes were no longer an icy blue, but now the same green you had always loved to get lost in. 

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes shutting again. “I love you.” 

“I missed you.”

(lets just pretend that Loki's eyes are green and not blue.. for plot purposes)

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Sneak peak

Hello all! I wanted to share a little sneak peak into the fic I’m currently writing. It is an Osferth x Reader and will probably only be one part (two if I decide to split it). I’m a little over halfway done with it at this point and can’t wait to share the finished product.

I also have another Aemond fic in the works but I’ve only just started that one.

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How The Dove Flies

You were just three years old when your first sibling, Young Uhtred, was born. And when your mother called you over to meet him, you were sure you couldn’t love someone more.

And then four years later, when your sister, Stiorra, was born, you thought your younger self silly. Certainly you couldn’t love someone more than your sister.

But then, at 16, you met Osferth— a young monk and the king’s bastard.

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!!Please read all trigger warnings listed on the fics!!

Sam Winchester

Three's Company: GN! Reader

TW: This contains the mention of past rape and abuse. it doesn't go into detail and is not explicit but please read responsibly

Cordell Walker

Ride A Cowboy: Female Reader*

Ride A Cowboy: Male Reader*

CW: Mentioned age-gap, barn sex, unprotected sex

Aemond Targaryen

I Found Love (Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be)*

1 2 3 Epilogue

Uncle/Niece relationship (its the Targaryen's... what do you expect), secret relationship, minor character injury, attempted SA, on page beatings both of reader and of another character (not super graphic, but it happens), miscarriage, non graphic childbirth

The Dragon and The Wolf - coming soon ;)

Osferth

How The Dove Flies: Female Reader

The story of you and Osferth

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Loki

You're Always My Husband: Gender neutral reader

When Loki is taken by the Avengers you follow Thor to Earth, needing to see him with your own eyes.

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Under Wraps (And Bows)

Day 9/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Seonghwa surprises Hongjoong with an early gift since he is doing so well at work.

CW: Fingering, handjob, inappropriate use of christmas lights and ribbon.

AN: In my mind, i was picturing this as a continuation of Day 4. But the following years Christmas.

Finally! After nearly two months I finally had the brain power to finish this part. I have no grand reason for why it took me so long, only that I had a brief mental fog and couldn't figure out what words to use or which direction to take this. That being said, this series is going on a soft hiatus. I will come back to it eventually and as inspiration strikes, but there are other projects I am working on that I want to put more focus into.

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“Seonghwa?” Hongjoong calls as he closes the apartment door. “Love? I’m home.” 

When he finally turns to face the rest of the room, he finds a note of the table next to him. 

I’m in the bedroom.  

Hongjoong slowly makes his way through the house, peeling off the outer layer of his work clothes as he goes, leaving him in only his pants and partially unbuttoned shirt. When he finally reaches the bedroom door, he finds it cracked the smallest bit. Dim lights cast the room in a multitude of colors and as Hongjoong opens the door full, he finds the source. 

In the middle of their bed is Seonghwa. He’s propped up on his elbows and looking at Hongjoong with dark, desire filled eyes.

Sparkling, multicolored string lights are artfully tied around his body and a big red ribbon wraps around his chest, forming a large bow. A second red ribbon is tied into a bow around his hips, hiding his dick from Hongjoong’s hungry gaze. 

“What’s all this?” Hongjoong husks. 

“Merry early Christmas, Joongie.” Seonghwa says lowly in response. “You’ve been performing well at work.. I thought a reward was in order.” 

Hongjoong prowls closer to the bed and places one hand around Seonghwa’s ankle. His thumb rubs soft circles against the skin as his eyes take in all of Seonghwa. The way the sharp red of the ribbon complements Seonghwa’s tanned skin, the lights that wrap around every curve of his body and decorate his skin in dots of multiple colors. 

With one sharp tug, he pulls Seonghwa towards the end of the bed, causing the older man to yelp in surprise before laughing lightly. 

“Eager, are we?” Seonghwa teases.

“You have no idea.” Hongjoong rubs the silky fabric of the ribbon between his fingers, twisting and lightly tugging at it thoughtfully. With one quick pull, the ribbon tied around Seonghwa’s waist and hips is undone and tossed aside. Hongjoong’s hands replace the fabric, splaying wide over the expanse of newly exposed skin. Seonghwa’s muscles flutter under Hongjoong’s hands and he lightly rakes his nails up and down the older man’s sides and stomach. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong says quietly, as if talking to himself. Seonghwa’s flushed cheeks darken, the color bleeding down to his chest. “No drawing or painting will ever truly capture just how gorgeous you look.” 

Seonghwa gasps in surprise as Hongjoong ghosts the tip of his finger over his cock, his hips jerking up in a desperate attempt for more friction. Hongjoong loosely grips Seonghwa’s cock and begins to slowly stroke it. His other hand settles against Seonghwa’s hip, his thumb rubbing against the skin soothingly as the older man starts to whine. 

“Joongie…. More, please.. i-it’s not enough..” Seonghwa begs. One hand covers Hongjoong’s on his hip while the other reaches down to the hand stroking him. 

“Now who’s eager?” Hongjoong teases, smirking up at Seonghwa. 

“I can’t help it~” Seonghwa whines. His hips roll up into the loose grip of Hongjoong’s hand as he pants, “P-please… no teasing.. I-I need it” 

“What do you need?” Hongjoong asks softly. He tightens his grip and begins to properly fist Seonghwa’s cock as the older man keens, his eyes fluttering. 

“I… I want t-to feel you… inside.” Seonghwa lets out a strangled moan as Hongjoong rubs his thumb over the slit of Seonghwa’s cock. 

Hongjoong’s other hand slides up the length of Seonghwa’s body, stopping momentarily to play with one of his nipples before continuing. 

“Open.” He orders . When Seonghwa complies, Hongjoong sticks his ring and middle finger into Seonghwa’s mouth. He rubs them against Seonghwa’s tongue, fucking the digits into the older man’s mouth. Once his fingers are thoroughly slick with saliva, Hongjoong removes them from Seonghwa’s mouth and brings them down to rub circles over Seonghwa’s rim. 

Seonghwa whines, high pitched and needy, at the feeling of both fingers slowly pushing into him. His hips rock down, trying to push more of the fingers inside. Hongjoong chuckles and curls his fingers up, brushing against Seonghwa’s prostate. 

Seonghwa’s body jerks, a moan getting caught in his throat as his back arches off the bed. Hongjoong focuses on the bundle of nerves, relishing in the feeling of the older man twitching around his fingers. 

“Joong,” Seonghwa says breathlessly before continuing between gasping moans. “Joong… stop…mmmh.. I’m.. ah fuck.. I’m close.” 

Hongjoong doesn’t answer him verbally, just speeds up his fingers, properly fucking into Seonghwa. Seonghwa chokes on a moan, his eyes screwing shut and his hands blindly search for something to grab before settling on the bed sheets. 

“Too much!” Seonghwa whines, head rolling from side to side as his chest heaves unsteadily. “I can’t… mmgh.. too much, I’m gonna cum..” 

He continues babbling nonsensically as Hongjoong’s other hand closes around his dick and strokes him in earnest. It isn’t long after that Seonghwa’s body tenses and white streaks paint his stomach, a strangled gasp accompanying his orgasm. Hongjoong strokes him through it while slowing his fingers before pulling out completely. 

He runs his hand soothingly over Seonghwa’s thigh as the older man comes down from his high. After wiping the drying cum from his hand with the sheets, Hongjoong crawls back up the bed and plants a kiss on Seonghwa’s forehead. 

“Did you like your gift?” Seonghwa asks tiredly as Hongjoong covers them both with a blanket. 

“I did, very much.” Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa against him. “Will the rest of my gifts be like this?”

Seonghwa laughs, playfully shoving Hongjoong away only to yelp as Hongjoong pinches his butt. Hongjoong silences Seonghwa’s laughter by leaning down and kissing his lips. 

Pulling away, Seonghwa smiles dreamily at Hongjoong and places one more quick peck on the others lips before settling his head on Hongjoong’s chest.

“Love you,” Seonghwa says, his words breaking off into a yawn. 

“I love you too.. now get some rest.” Hongjoong replies quietly, petting a hand through Seonghwa’s hair.

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hi when will you upload under wraps i need matz smut juseyooooo

It is in progress as we speak! Hoping to post soon :)

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Home Alone

Day 8/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Mingi and Seonghwa have some well needed alone time.

CW: Sex on the couch, implied OT8, Seonghwa gives good blowjobs

AN: These posts have really gotten away from me :( I still plan on finishing all of the days and they will be posted as they are finished.

In the future I might add collages to the remaining days.

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The house was quiet, all of the members were still at KQ working on new projects. All of the members except Mingi and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa was straddling Mingi’s thighs, his hands in Mingi’s hair, his lips pressed against Mingi’s in a feverish kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. Mingi’s hands gripped Seonghwa’s hips, guiding him as he grinds their erections together. 

“You know,” Seonghwa breaks away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. “It’s been a while since we’ve had the house to ourselves..” 

Mingi smirks, roughly grabbing Seonghwa’s ass, “What should we do to entertain ourselves?” 

“I have an idea or two..” Seonghwa bites Mingi’s lower lip, pulling at it slightly and Mingi growls in response. Releasing Mingi’s lip, Seonghwa slinks off of the couch and kneels between Mingi’s legs. He runs his hands up Mingi’s thighs before raking his nails down, making Mingi’s leg muscles twitch. He undoes Mingi’s pants with ease and pulls them off along with his underwear, with the help of Mingi lifting his hips. 

Seonghwa takes the base of Mingi’s semi hard cock in hand and gives it a few pumps. He looks up through his lashes, keeping his eyes locked on Mingi’s as he leans forward and takes his cock into his mouth. He suckles at the tip, relishing in the way Mingi’s head tips back against the couch and his hips jerk, pushing his cock the slightest bit deeper into Seonghwa’s mouth. Seonghwa’s tongue licks at the underside of the cock head, drawing deep, guttural groans from Mingi. 

Mingi’s hand rests on Seonghwa’s head. He doesn’t push him down or hold him still to fuck into his mouth, just pets Seonghwa’s hair. Seonghwa swallows Mingi down to where his fingers are still wrapped around the base. He shallowly bobs his head a few times before slowly sliding back up, tracing his tongue over the vein on the underside of Mingi’s cock, and pulling off completely. 

Seonghwa brings his free hand up and wraps it just below the cockhead. He rubs his thumb along the frenulum while his tongue laps over the slit. Mingi’s body jolts and he gasps out a moan, his hand flexing in Seonghwa’s hair. 

“Fuuck Seonghwa…” Mingi growls above him. “Your mouth is… mmh… is heavenly.” 

Seonghwa takes Mingi in his mouth again, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks, making obscene slurping sounds. He fists the bottom half of Mingi’s cock, twisting his hand as he does. His other hand cups Mingi’s balls, rolling them in his palm in time with his mouth. Mingi’s thighs flex, his hips thrusting the slightest bit into Seonghwa’s mouth, hitting his uvula and making him gag. Seonghwa places a hand on Mingi’s hip, holding him still as he relaxes his jaw and bobs his head down and swallows Mingi entirely. 

Seonghwa lets Mingi’s cock sit in his throat until his lungs burn and his eyes water before pulling off completely. He coughs, panting harshly as he catches his breath. When he moves to repeat the action, Mingi stops him by leaning forward and cupping his chin to pull Seonghwa in for a heated kiss. 

“Take off,” Mingi mutters into Seonghwa’s lips, “your clothes.” He pulls away completely, hand still holding Seonghwa’s chin. “I wanna fuck you before I cum.” 

Seonghwa stands slowly, hooks his fingers under the bottom of his shirt and peels it off over his head. Keeping his eyes locked to Mingi’s, Seonghwa slowly unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs. Stepping out of them, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and slowly works them off. 

Mingi watches from the couch with heavy lidded eyes, lazily stroking his cock. Seonghwa steps in between Mingi’s spread legs and bends at the waist, taking Mingi’s face in his hands and placing a chaste kiss on the rapper's lips. 

“How do you want me?” Seonghwa whispers.

“Kneel on the couch, put your arms on the back.” Mingi stands as Seonghwa gets settled on the couch, spreading his knees and arching his back to push his ass out. Looking over his shoulder at Mingi he wiggles his ass, hissing as one of Mingi’s large hands lands a strike on one of his cheeks. Still stroking his cock, Mingi uses his other hand to pull one of Seonghwa’s cheeks aside. He rubs his thumb against the rim, applying a slight pressure but not pushing in. 

“Did you tease yourself today?” Mingi asks, his tone teasing. 

Seonghwa shudders at the feeling of Mingi’s thumb, looking over his shoulder, “T-this morning… In the shower.” 

“So that’s why you took so long,” Mingi comments absentmindedly. He moves his thumb back and gathers some saliva in his mouth before spitting on Seonghwa’s hole. He rubs his thumb through the spit and pushes past the ring of muscle. Mingi hooks his thumb and pulls, slightly stretching Seonghwa’s entrance. 

“God, baby…” Mingi groans, “I don’t think I'll even need to stretch you, could probably just slide in right now if I wanted.” 

Mingi fucks his thumb in and out of Seonghwa, slowly pulling it out before popping it back in, watching how hungrily Seonghwa’s body takes the finger in. 

“Please,” Seonghwa pants, his pupils completely blown as he looks back at Mingi. His cheeks are flushed red and lips swollen from sucking Mingi. “Please… fuck me” 

Mingi removes his thumb in favor of massaging Seonghwa’s ass.  Mingi spits in his other hand and uses that to slick his cock before lining himself up with Seonghwa’s rim. He pushes forward, slowly easing himself in, watching as the head disappears within the warmth of Seonghwa’s body. Slowly, he pushes in. Inch after inch disappearing inside of the singer, by the time Mingi had bottomed out, Seonghwa was panting harshly against the couch. 

“You’re still so tight…” Mingi groans, his hands moving to rest around Seonghwa’s waist as he begins moving. He languidly pulls his hips back before rolling them forward. 

He fucks Seonghwa slowly, letting him feel every inch of Mingi that thrusted inside of him. Every time Mingi pulled back and his tip caught on Seonghwa’s rim, the singer would gasp out a moan.

“Please Min…” Seonghwa begs, “Faster. Fuck me faster..” 

Mingi’s hands lightly trail over the exposed skin of Seonghwa’s torso, his pace remaining the same. “I don’t know if I should… watching you get all desperate and needy is pretty arousing. I could probably cum just from that.” 

“No, please.. please Mingi.. faster, I wanna cum. I want you to make me cum..” 

Mingi stops his hips completely and pulls out until just his cock head was left inside, chuckling at the distressed whine that left Seonghwa’s throat. “If you want it that bad… take it. Fuck yourself back on my dick.” 

On shaky arms, Seonghwa lifts his upper body off of the back of the couch. He shifts his body back, pushing his ass out. Mingi’s cock slides in and out of him with every shift back. Using the grip he has on the back of the couch as leverage, Seonghwa’s hips frantically push back against Mingi. 

“Ahhuh… Fuck,” Seonghwa moans. His head hangs limp, his mouth open as breathy moans escape him. Mingi’s hands roam over Seonghwa’s body, smacking his ass, running over his nipples, trailing over his side. All of the sensations were almost too much for Seonghwa to take. His hips stutter and twitch, his arms give out and he collapses into the couch. 

No sooner had Seonghwa’s body hit the couch cushions, than Mingi’s hands gripping onto Seonghwa’s hips again and brutally thrusting into him. Seonghwa moaned loudly, the muscles in his body going taut as Mingi slammed into him repeatedly. His hand feverishly worked over his dick, and all it took was a few strokes for him cum, spilling onto the couch. Mingi followed not long after, giving one last powerful thrust before pulling out and fisting his cock until he came over Seonghwa’s ass and back. 

Mingi hunched over, placing a knee on the couch to hold some of his weight. He placed gentle kisses over Seonghwa’s shoulder blades as the two of them caught their breaths.

“I hope you both intend to clean the couch off.” Hongjoong’s voice calls from the front door as he steps inside and toes off his shoes. “Honestly.. while you’re at it just clean the living room.” 

“Yes Joong.” Both Mingi and Seonghwa respond tiredly.

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Jack Frost Nipping at Your...

Day 7/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Yunho is doing his normal fly through of seoul when he catches a glimpse of something in one of the windows.

CW: Strangers, handjobs

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The biting wind whipped through the streets of Seoul, a cruel caress against Yunho's face. He was out on patrol, his icy breath misting in the frigid air as he glided silently through the shadows. As he passed a particularly cozy-looking apartment building, a flicker of warmth caught his eye. A single window, glowing with a soft, inviting light, held his gaze.

Curiosity piqued, Yunho paused, his gaze drawn to the figure silhouetted against the warm light. A young man, his body lithe and graceful, moved with a fluidity that was both mesmerizing and erotic. He was alone, lost in a private rhythm, his hands tracing patterns over his skin as he pleasured himself.

Yunho felt a jolt, a strange mix of shock and… something else. It was a sensation he couldn't quite name, a flutter in his heart and a foreign heat spreading through his cheeks. He tried to look away, to stop watching this stranger as they brought themselves closer to the edge. This was a private moment, an intimate act, and Yunho felt a slight pang of guilt for intruding. 

He turned to leave, the image of the young man seared into his memory. But as the wind began to take him, a nagging thought lingered. The young man seemed… lost. There was a desperation in his movements.

Yunho hesitated, then turned back. He couldn't explain why, but he felt compelled to help.

He approached the window cautiously, his footsteps muffled by the falling snow. He tapped lightly on the glass, his breath misting on the cold surface. The young man startled, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face the window.

Yunho offered a small, apologetic smile. "I apologize for intruding," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I didn't mean to… to watch."

The young man, after a moment of stunned silence, seemed to deflate. He looked away, his face flushed. "It's… it's alright," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Then, seeming to remember that he was completely exposed from the waist down, he hastily grabbed a blanket to cover himself with. 

Yunho hesitated, unsure how to proceed. "I understand if you want to be alone," he said, his voice softer. "But… I couldn't help but notice that you seem… unsatisfied"

The young man looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. "Unsatisfied?" he echoed in a bark of laughter.

Yunho shrugged, leaning against the window. The young man looked down at his hands, tracing patterns on the worn wood of the windowsill. "I… I don't know what to do," he confessed, his voice trembling. “Nothing I do is working.” 

“If you want… I could help?” Yunho suggested, stepping into the room. 

“What?” The man asked, staring back at Yunho with wide eyes. “You’re joking. This is a joke, a dream. I’m definitely dreaming.” 

Yunho placed a knee on the edge of the bed, “Well, if this is just a dream… what’s the harm?” He crawls onto the bed, snaking a hand under the blanket and tracing it up the man's leg. He tosses the blanket off the man and wraps his hand around his length. The man lets out a soft gasp, his hips jerking slightly at the contact. 

With a gentle squeeze, Yunho begins to stroke, his movements slow and tentative at first as he gets a feel for what the man likes. As he gains more confidence with his movements, he peers up at the man. His pleasure is clear in his expression, his eyes glazing over with desire. 

Yunho quickened his pace, his hand gliding smoothly as the man's breath grew ragged, his body tensing with each stroke. As the man’s moans grew louder, Yunho closely watched the man. He could feel the warmth radiating from the man’s skin, smell the faint musk of his arousal. And in that moment, all that mattered was the desperate, needy look in the man’s eyes. The man tangled his fingers with Yunho’s and began to guide him, showing him the rhythm he liked. Their eyes locked, the intimacy of the moment drawing them closer. 

With a final, powerful stroke, the man came, his body arching off the bed with a low, guttural moan. His cum painted Yunho’s hand, a warm, sticky reminder of what he’d just done. 

The room was still, save for the sound of the man’s heavy breathing. Yunho wiped his hand on the mattress as the man’s breathing evened out. Yunho walked over to the window, glancing back at the man one last time before starting to climb through.

“Wait!” The man called breathlessly. “I never told you my name… It’s Wooyoung..”

Yunho turned and looked at Wooyoung. He flashed a smile at him, “Nice to meet you Wooyoung, my name is Yunho…”

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A Night on the Ice

Day 6/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Jongho and Yeosang go on a date to an ice rink after hours.

CW: Car sex, unprotected sex

“Are we even allowed to be here?” Yeosang asks in a hushed voice.

“It’s fine, Sangie… I know the owner..” Jongho replies, “Now, what size skate?”

 Yeosang clutches his stomach and doubles over while his laughter echoes in the empty skating rink. “That’s what… ten falls?” 

Yeosang takes his hand, his fingers intertwining with Jongho's as he helps the other stand. 

Jongho pouts, his cheeks pink from a mix of embarrassment and the cold air. “Shut up..”

They spend the next hour lost in a world of their own, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of the cooling system. They held hands, their fingers brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them.

Finally, exhausted but exhilarated, they collapsed onto a nearby bench, their breaths misting in the cold air. Jongho leaned against Yeosang, his head resting on his shoulder. "That was fun," he murmured, his voice a soft sigh.

Yeosang smiled, his gaze lingering on Jongho's face. "It was," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Jongho chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I still don’t believe that you’ve never skated before," he teased, his hand reaching up to gently stroke Yeosang's cheek. "You were as graceful as a swan."

Yeosang blushed, feeling a surge of warmth spread through him. He turned his head, his lips brushing against Jongho's hand. "Beginners luck?” 

Jongho's eyes linger on Yeosang’s face, his gaze intense. He leans in, his lips hovering inches from Yeosang's. "I love you," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

Yeosang's breath hitches. He closes his eyes, his lips parting slightly as he waits for Jongho's kiss. But instead of kissing him, Jongho pulls back, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and something Yeosang can’t quite make out.

"I want you" he says, his voice rough. "But…not here."

Yeosang's heart skips a beat. “Then.. where?”

As Yeosang climbs into the backseat of Jongho’s car, a wave of warmth washes over him. The air inside was warm and inviting, the scent of leather and something faintly musky filling his senses. Jongho follows after him and shuts the door. 

Jongho leans closer, his breath fanning against Yeosang's face. He whispers, his voice a low growl, "I've been wanting to taste you all night." 

Yeosang gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. He reaches out, his fingers tangling in Jongho's hair, pulling him closer. Jongho wastes no time, his lips crashing down on Yeosang's in a searing kiss that leaves Yeosang breathless.

The car rocks gently as they explore each other, their bodies pressing together. Yeosang moans softly, his hands trailing across Jongho's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

Jongho groans, his hands sliding under Yeosang's shirt, his touch sending shivers down Yeosang's spine. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of Yeosang's mouth, tasting the sweetness of him.

Yeosang arches against him, his body trembling with desire. He reaches down, his hands finding the waistband of Jongho's pants, his fingers tracing the outline of his erection.

Jongho gasps, his grip on Yeosang tightening. "Yeosang," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You're driving me crazy."

Yeosang smiles, his eyes dark with passion. "I know," he teases, his voice a barely audible whisper.

With a groan, Jongho shifts, his hands guiding Yeosang's towards his zipper. Yeosang fumbles with the zipper, his fingers clumsy with anticipation. Finally, he manages to pull it down, revealing Jongho's hard, throbbing dick.

Yeosang's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. He reaches out, his fingers gently stroking the length of Jongho's shaft. Jongho shudders, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.

Yeosang shifts his body, now partially laying across the seat his lips brush against Jongho's sensitive head. He moans softly at the taste of Jongho on his tongue. He slowly begins to move his head, his tongue swirling around Jongho's cock, eliciting a series of low groans from Jongho.

Jongho's hands tighten in Yeosang's hair, his back arching.

"Yeosang," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. He guides Yeosang’s mouth off of his dick and pulls him up to sit in his lap, capturing his mouth in another kiss. Jongho’s hands fumble with Yeosang’s pants and eventually, with Yeosang’s help, he manages to get them off, followed shortly by Yeosang’s underwear. 

Yeosang reaches back and aligns Jongho’s cock with his entrance and slowly sinks down. They groan in unison as Yeosang fully seats himself on Jongho's lap and stills as he gets used to the size and feeling of Jongho. 

Slowly, Yeosang starts to roll his hips. Jongho’s hands find his ass and softly grip at the flesh and massaging it. 

“Fuck… Yeosang,’ Jongho moans. “You’re so tight.”

“A-and you’re so…mmh.. So big.” Yeosang keens. His hand braces against Jongho’s shoulders as he starts to roll his hips quicker. He buries his head against Jongho’s neck, rutting against him feverishly. 

Jongho plants his feet against the floor of the car and cups his hands on the underside of Yeosang’s thighs, lifting him slightly. He begins to fuck up into Yeosang quickly, jackhammering into him. Yeosang tightly clutches Jongho’s shoulders, loud moans forced out of him with every thrust. He works a hand between their bodies and starts to jerk himself off in time with Jongho’s thrusts. 

“I’m close… I’m gonna cum.” Jongho pants, his thrust growing sloppy. 

“Me too.” Yeosang moans. His hand speeds up over his dick and a few strokes later he’s spilling into his hand and tightening around Jongho. 

Jongho groans at the feeling of Yeosang clamping down around him. His hips sutter as he cums, releasing inside of him. Yeosang slumps against Jongho, breathing heavily. Jongho’s arms come up and wrap Yeosang in a loose hug as they sit in comfortable silence, the only sound being their breathing.

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Movie Marathon

Day 5/12 of Smutmas

Summary: The group settles in for a christmas movie marathon, but Mingi has a different idea for the night.

CW: Voyeurism, implied OT8

sorry for the delay in posting, work was crazy these past couple of days..

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Wooyoung whines quietly, turning to dig his head into Mingi’s chest. 

“Shh baby… we’re trying to watch the movie.” Mingi whispers against the shell of his ear. 

“But, Min~”

“No buts. Now be quiet or I will stop.” To emphasize his point, Mingi tightly

squeezes the base of Wooyoung’s erection, making him jolt in the larger man’s lap and stifle a shocked yelp. 

Mingi returns to his previous pace of slowly twisting his hand up Wooyoung’s dick, rubbing his palm over the tip, and stroking back down. Wooyoung’s legs try to squeeze shut reflexively, but Mingi has them hooked over his own splayed knees to prevent this from happening. He trembles, despite the large blanket that’s draped over him and Mingi, biting his lip to keep any sounds from escaping. 

Wooyoung tries to focus on the movie that’s on. He remembers Yunho saying the title is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It’s the second, no, third movie they’ve watched that evening.

Around half way through the first movie, Mingi had pulled Wooyoung into his lap. It started innocently enough with Mingi just snuggling into Wooyoung’s back, but then his hands started to wander. Up his shirt to play with his nipples, scratching nails over his thighs, and in his pants to play with his balls. 

Mingi keeps the rhythm slow purposefully. Gradually building the fire inside Wooyoung while not being enough to make him cum. Wooyoung can feel how aroused Mingi is as he squirms against the hard member poking into his ass. 

“Stop that.” Mingi hisses softly. The hand not torturing his dick roughly digs into Wooyoung’s hip. 

“Please Min…” Wooyoung quietly whines in response, “I wanna cum.. it hurts~”

“I say you should let him cum,” Jongho voices, followed by the others. 

“Yeah.” Yunho agrees, “and hurry up, I wanna fuck him next.” 

“Why should you get to?!” Seonghwa argues, “You had him to yourself last night!” 

Wooyoung’s foggy brain clears a little while listening to the others bicker, mostly because Mingi’s hand had paused all together. The arguing continues for a moment longer before Hongjoong speaks up, silencing the others. 

“Alright, enough fighting… Everyone will have their turn and if you’re that impatient just go rub it out on your own.” Hongjoong stands, and moves to sit next to Mingi on the couch. He pulls the blanket off of Wooyoung’s lap, and coos. “Oh, sweetie… Look at you.” 

Wooyoung shivers and gasps as Hongjoong lightly trails a finger up the underside of his flushed cock. “Is Mingi being mean sweetheart?” 

Wooyoung nods his head. “I-i wanna cum… please.” 

“I know, I know…and you can,” Hongjoong says to Wooyoung before turning to Mingi. “Make him cum, Min. He’s waited long enough.”

Wooyoung all but screams as Mingi’s hand starts to jerk him in earnest, quickly wringing him from base to tip while his other hand massages directly over the tip. Wooyoung trembles on Mingi’s lap, stuck between wanting to thrust into his hand and pull away from the intense pleasure all together. He turns his head and pulls Mingi in for a kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything. 

“Oh my god,” Wooyoung pants. “I’m gonna…mmngh.. I’m gonna cum!” 

“Go ahead baby, you can cum.” Mingi husks. 

Wooyoung lets out a strangled moan, his back arching and his eyes rolling back as cum spilled out from his dick. He twitches as Mingi continues to stroke him past his orgasm, milking him for all he has. It isn’t until Wooyoung is whining, pushing his hands away, and squirming in his lap that Mingi stops. 

Mingi places a soft kiss to the side of Wooyoung’s head before addressing the others. 

“So, who’s next?”

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A Layover in Pleasure

Day 4/12 of Smutmas

Summary: What is one to do when a snow storm causes all flights to get canceled.

CW: Strangers, one night stand, Seonghwa in lingerie, unprotected sex

It isn't explicitly mentioned/said in the fic, but as I was writing this I was picturing Seonghwa to be around 34 years old and Hongjoong to be 26.

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All Flights Cancelled 

Seonghwa reread the monitor several times. Took his glasses off, rubbed his eyes, put his glasses back on, and read the monitor again.

“Ha… Damnit.” Seonghwa sighs. He peers out of the window, watching snow fall over the ground in thick white sheets. 

“You stuck to?” A voice came from beside him. 

Seonghwa shifts, turning his attention to the shorter man next to him. He had blue hair that had started to fade slightly at the ends, his right ear sported three piercings while his left only had one. He smiled kindly at Seonghwa, his head tilted to the side slightly. He looked young… younger than Seonghwa anyway.

“I think the whole airport is stuck..” Seonghwa replies. 

The man laughs shyly, rubbing the back of his head as his cheeks turn pink. “I guess you’re right..” 

Seonghwa sits there a moment longer in awkward silence before his phone chimes. Glancing down at the screen he reads the notification that’s popped up. Seonghwa stands and turns to say goodbye to the younger-looking man, “I’ve just got the notification that my hotel room is ready… It was nice meeting you-“ 

“Hongjoong.”

“It was nice meeting you, Hongjoong.” 

With nothing better to do for the evening, Seonghwa finds himself sitting in the corner booth of the hotel's lounge. He enjoys people watching on occasion, especially in nicer hotels like the one he’s currently staying in. He finds humor in the obvious ‘peacocking’ younger males do trying to impress their cheap dates—most of which end in unfortunate humiliation. And Seonghwa likes to eavesdrop on the staff’s conversations, most of which involve complaining about some ‘sleazball’ rich old guy. Those stories told him who to avoid at social events or for business partners, all without having to meet them himself. But, with the snowstorm still raging outside, most had already settled in for the night. 

Seonghwa brought the sugary rim of his cocktail glass to his lips, taking a small sip. He was just about to call it a night and retreat up to his room when he caught sight of a certain blue haired boy walking into the bar.

This could be interesting.

He sits the glass down a little less gracefully than intended and stands, crossing the room to where Hongjoong is leaning against the bar. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Seonghwa asks, dropping his voice slightly. 

Hongjoong’s eyes snap to Seonghwa and he watches as mild annoyance turns to confusion and finally realization. “It’s you! From the airport!” 

“It’s me,” Seonghwa confirms. “I guess I never did tell you my name. It’s Seonghwa.” 

“Seonghwa..” Hongjoong mirrors, and Seonghwa’s never liked the sound of his name more.

“So, Hongjoong, what do you do for a living?” Seonghwa asks, taking a sip from his cocktail. He licks some of the sugar from the rim for good measure, watching as Hongjoong’s eyes follow the movement.

“I’m…uh between jobs actually…” Hongjoong replies, taking a swig of his own drink. “I was flying out for an interview… but I specialize in marketing.”

Seonghwa hums absentmindedly, more occupied watching Hongjoong lift the glass to his lips. He zeros in on Hongjoong’s throat as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, before his gaze flits back up in time to watch Hongjoong’s tongue dart out to lick some of the liquid from his lips.

Seonghwa pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and leans forward, “Marketing huh? You don’t look the type.” 

Hongjoong’s throat bobs again as he swallows, his blush noticeable even in the dim lights of the bar. “No? W-what do I look like then?” 

Seonghwa considers him, letting his eyes trail over the lean muscles of his arms that are being hugged by his sweater, the way his fingers fidget while resting on the table. The mole peeking out from the collar of Hongjoong’s sweater, his sharp jaw, pink—kissable—lips, and kind, innocent eyes that seem to sparkle with just a hint of trouble. 

“You…” Seonghwa drawls, bringing his eyes to look directly into Hongjoong’s. He leans closer to the blue haired man and licks his lips to wet them, very much aware of Hongjoong’s eyes watching the motion before snapping back to Seonghwa’s eyes. “Look like you’d be good with your hands..” 

“W-with my h-hands?” Hongjoong’s voice cracks. Seonghwa smiles, sitting back against the booth and removing himself from Hongjoong’s personal space. 

Hongjoong’s body, unconsciously or not, followed after him, leaning against the table and angling his body towards Seonghwa. 

“Yeah… like sculpting or painting… Maybe something musical?” 

“Right… yeah.. I-I actually draw.. sometimes..” Hongjoong confesses. 

Seonghwa arches one eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Really?”

He leans his elbow on the table and arches his back, just enough to pull the fabric of his button-up shirt open slightly, revealing the smooth skin of his collarbone. Hongjoong’s eyes greedily stare at his honeyed skin.  

When Hongjoong eventually nods, smiling bashfully, Seonghwa continues. “Can I see some drawings?”  

“They’re not that good… it’s just a hobby really..”

“They’re probably still better than anything I could draw..” Seonghwa bats his eyes at Hongjoong. 

“You really want to see it?” Hongjoong asks quietly, as if he’s scared of Seonghwa’s response. 

“I really do…” 

Hongjoong mutters a soft ‘okay’ and digs out his phone. He taps the screen a few times, various colors illuminating his face, before setting his phone on the table screen up. 

He swivels the phone to face Seonghwa, “This is a file of some of my sketches… You can flip through it if you want..” 

Seonghwa smirks at Hongjoong, leaning slightly closer to husk, “Not worried I’ll see something I shouldn’t?”

Hongjoong’s face very quickly turned to a deep shade of red, as well as the tips of his ears. He stares back at Seonghwa like a deer caught in headlights. “N-no… this file only has m-my.. um… my..” 

“Your… art?” 

“Yes!” Hongjoong clears his throat, looking around the, mostly empty, lounge in embarrassment. “Yes… my art.” He repeats, quieter. 

Seonghwa smiles to himself and turns his attention to the phone. The file is filled with photos taken of physical sketches, all with varying degrees of detail, and of digital sketches. There’s a good mix of object sketches and living figure sketches, and Seonghwa finds himself particularly interested in the living figure sketches. Specifically the ones of people. The way Hongjoong managed to transcribe whatever emotion the person was feeling into the drawing. How he was able to make someone's sweater look like the softest thing on the planet, all with a pencil and some paper. The curves and edges of the naked body. Hongjoong is incredibly talented, whether or not he admits it to himself.   

“These…” Seonghwa starts, spinning the phone back to Hongjoong, “are incredible.” 

“You… You really think so?” 

“I do.. in fact,” Seonghwa reaches out and takes one of Hongjoong’s hands in his, “I would like you to draw me. If you’re interested, that is..” 

“What? Really?” Hongjoong’s eyes were wide open again. Although, instead of looking scared, a glimmer of excitement makes them shine. Even in the dim lighting of the lounge. 

“Yes, really..

Seonghwa finishes changing, looking himself over in the full-length mirror of his hotel room's bathroom. He’s wearing his favorite set of lace lingerie, a two piece set with a matching garter belt that hugs him perfectly. The black lace scratches against his skin in a way Seonghwa is very familiar with, it’s almost comforting. He slowly and carefully rolls on sheer black thigh high stockings, clasping the garter to the tops of them. Lastly, Seonghwa pulls a robe on. It’s sheer similar to the stockings, but teeters on the edge of being completely see through. The ends of the robe are lined with black faux feathers that give it the smallest bit of weight. He ties the robe shut, adjusts a few minor things here and there, and exits the bathroom. 

Hongjoong is sitting in a large lounge chair with one leg crossed over the other. In his lap sat a sketch book, opened to a blank page. He was busy sharpening a pencil and didn’t notice when Seonghwa walked out into the living space. 

Seonghwa clears his throat, starting Hongjoong a little. He watches as Hongjoong’s eyes trace over his form. With the way he’s standing the feathers conceal the garter, underwear, and stockings. But the bralette Seonghwa has on is still visible. Hongjoong has noticed the bralette, his eyes fixated on Seonghwa’s chest as his Adam's apple bobs. 

“Where do you want me?” Seonghwa asks. 

“On.. over-over there…” Hongjoong shakily points to the bed across from him, “Lay on.. on the bed.” 

Seonghwa nods and crosses over to the bed, swaying his hips slightly as he does. He sits on the edge, throwing the back of his robe out over the mattress, before settling back against the pillows. 

“What next, Mr artist?” 

“Rest the hand farthest from me over your stomach,” Seonghwa did. “Good.. um… place the other up by your face… No, place it closer to your lips.. yes, perfect..” 

Hongjoong scrutinized Seonghwa’s position, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought deeply about something. 

“Prop your knee up.. the one farthest from me…” 

Seonghwa, again, listens and does as he’s told. Hongjoong rock on his feet, contemplating something.

“What is it?” Seonghwa inquires. 

“I- can I move.. something..” Seonghwa nods in answer and Hongjoong tentatively walks closer to the bed. He pinches the fabric of the robe between his fingers and moves off of Seonghwa’s bent knee, exposing the stocking and the clasp of the garter. Hongjoong sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, his eyes following Seonghwa’s exposed thigh up until the robe blocks his view. 

The artist coughs to clear his throat and moves back to the chair. “Right… so just.. hold this pose for me please..”

Watching Hongjoong work was interesting. Gone was the nervous, shaky, blushing man and in his place was someone who had no problem staring directly at Seonghwa for long periods of time. His tongue pokes out between his lips as he focuses. His eyes had lost the excited shine Seonghwa had grown too fond of over the course of their conversation. Hongjoong’s eyes were now focused and dark as he mapped out the lines of Seonghwa’s frame. His cheeks, however, remained flushed a light shade of pink. 

Seonghwa must have laid there for an hour, maybe two, still as a statue. His limbs had started to ache around the thirty minute mark, but he dared not move them. Not if it meant that Hongjoong would stop looking at him like that.

When Hongjoong finally sets down his pencil and looks up at Seonghwa, another hour has passed. 

“It’s finished…” 

Seonghwa wordlessly swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands. He slowly crosses the room and rounds Hongjoong’s chair, leaning over the back of it and lightly sliding his hands down the front Hongjoong’s chest until their faces are next to each other and Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong’s heartbeat beneath his hands.  

“Wow… Hongjoong, this is…”

“It’s not my best…” 

“It’s beautiful.. you’re very talented,” Seonghwa praises softly. He sees Hongjoong turn his head out of the corner of his eye, they’re so close that Seonghwa can feel each breath fan out against his cheek. He turns his head and meets Hongjoong’s gaze, which flicks down to Seonghwa’s lips before quickly looking back into his eyes. 

“You’re beautiful…” Hongjoong whispers and gives Seonghwa the confirmation he needed. 

Seonghwa leans in, closing the centimeters of space between the two of them, and kisses Hongjoong. It’s a light kiss at first, tentative as Seonghwa’s lips melt against Hongjoong’s. He can feel Hongjoong’s heartbeat quicken and one of his hands reaches up and cards softly through the hair on the back of Seonghwa’s head, pulling him closer in the process. 

 Seonghwa breaks the kiss, pulling away from Hongjoong and straightening. He saunters back over to the bed and drapes himself over the sheets, propping himself up on his elbows. With the curl of a finger, he beckons Hongjoong over. 

Hongjoong stands and walks to the end of the bed, but when he moves to join Seonghwa, Seonghwa speaks. 

“I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m nearly naked and you’re still fully clothed..” Seonghwa pouts, “strip for me.. please.” 

Hongjoong pulls his shirt over his head in one quick motion, tossing it somewhere in the room. His belt, socks, and pants follow shortly after. When he reaches for the hem of his boxers though, he pauses and glances at Seonghwa, who nods his head encouragingly. He takes a deep breath and pulls his boxers off as well, tossing them to join the rest of his discarded clothes. 

Hongjoong places a hand on the mattress, then a knee. He crawls up towards Seonghwa from the bottom edge of the bed, stopping mid way up his legs. He reaches up and grasps the ties keeping Seonghwa’s robe shut, he looks at them curiously for a few, agonizing moments before pulling the loose knot free and opening the robe. He sucks in a breath at the sight of Seonghwa’s lace underwear and garter belt. Hongjoong’s fingers lightly trace the lace designs, making Seonghwa shiver and gasp.

Hongjoong traces his fingers down, following the garter belt to where it connects to one of the stockings. He places two fingers over the clasp, ready to unclip the sheer fabric covering Seonghwa’s thigh.

Hongjoong pauses and looks up at Seonghwa with desire filled eyes, “Can I help you out of these?” 

“Please,” Seonghwa responds breathily. 

Hongjoong finally unclips the stocking and slides his fingers underneath the top of it, slowly rolling it down Seonghwa’s leg before placing a gentle kiss against his ankle once the stocking is removed. He repeats this process on the other leg. 

Hongjoong crawls up the rest of Seonghwa’s body and kisses him again. “You’re beautiful.” 

“So you’ve said..” Seonghwa smiles up at him softly. 

“And I’ll keep saying it.” Hongjoong dips his head, placing another short, soft kiss against Seonghwa’s mouth before trailing feather light kisses down his jaw, his neck, his sternum, and finally his stomach. 

Seonghwa looks down at Hongjoong, watching as he places his hands on either side of Seonghwa's hips. The feeling sends zaps of electricity up his sides. Hongjoong’s thumbs rub against the lace of Seonghwa’s underwear before working under the fabric to rub against his skin directly. 

Wordlessly, Hongjoong peels the lace fabric down Seonghwa’s legs. Hands trail back up the length of his legs, pushing them apart so that Hongjoong can kneel between them. 

“Can I,” Hongjoong asks while looking up at Seonghwa through his lashes, his face inching closer to Seonghwa’s hardening dick. 

His mouth suddenly dry, all Seonghwa can do is nod. 

Hongjoong takes Seonghwa’s tip into his mouth and begins to suckle. Seonghwa’s body twitches at the wet hot feeling of Hongjoong’s tongue swirling around his cock head. His hands pet through the mess of blue hair, nails gently scratching against Hongjoong’s scalp. 

“You taste divine,” Hongjoong husks, releasing Seonghwa’s, now fully erect, cock from his mouth. 

Seonghwa feels heat spread from his cheeks down through his chest as he blushes. 

When curious fingers begin to circle his rim, Seonghwa grabs one of Hongjoong’s hands. “You don’t need to… I… played with myself this morning..” He whispers.

“But I want to… please let me.” Seonghwa finds himself unable to refuse, not that he was going to, not when Hongjoong looks up at him as if he’s hung the stars. 

Seonghwa looks away, draping an arm over his eyes. “There’s lube in the front pocket of my luggage…”

Hongjoong’s back between his legs before Seonghwa even has a chance to notice his absence. He hears the bottle click open and some of the cold liquid trails down over his hole. Hongjoong presses two fingers inside of him easily, slowly thrusting them in and out. He curls his fingers experimentally, twisting his hand to change the angle, and twisting again. Hongjoong repeats the motion several times until he finds the little bundle of nerves inside of Seonghwa that makes his back arch off the bed and his toes curl. Two fingers soon become three and Hongjoong’s other hand wraps around Seonghwa’s weeping cock. 

Seonghwa closes his legs, or rather, attempts to. But with Hongjoong settled in between his knees, he does little more than squeeze his legs around the other man. With every stroke of Hongjoong’s hand on his dick, every thrust and twist of his fingers, Seonghwa grows more and more desperate. Small, breathy moans fall from his lips like music just for Hongjoong. 

“Please…Joongie~” Seonghwa pants.

“God,” Hongjoong practically growls. “Call me that again.” 

“Joongie… I-I can’t take any more… please please please..” Seonghwa babbles in between moans, “Please.. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

Hongjoong pulls his fingers free from Seonghwa and within the same breath squeezes more lube out onto his dick. He fists his cock, spreading the lube, before lining himself up with Seonghwa’s entrance. Hongjoong pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. He leans over Seonghwa, bracing his arms on either side of his head, as he starts to roll his hips forward. Seonghwa throws his arms around Hongjoong, hugging him tightly. He surges up, crashing his lips against Hongjoong’s. Their tongues dance and their moans tangle together as Hongjoong ruts against Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa rakes his nails down Hongjoong’s back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. He does his best to rock back against Hongjoong and meet his thrusts. Every nerve in Seonghwa’s body was alight with pleasure and his heart beats rapidly in his chest. The once rhythmic and affectionate pace turns frantic and messy as they near their climaxes. 

Hongjoong breaks the kiss, a sting of saliva still connecting their lips. “I’m close… Where-” 

“Inside… do it inside!” 

Hongjoong fucks his cock into Seonghwa a few more times before he stills, groaning low in his throat as he releases inside of him. At the feel of Hongjoong’s cum spilling out inside of him, Seonghwa follows Hongjoong. His back arches into Hongjoong’s body, his knees draw up and his toes curl as his cum shoots out over his chest and stomach. 

Two Weeks Later

Seonghwa drums his fingers against the glass table. This day was dragging on.

Because of that damned snow storm they had to reschedule nearly all of the interviews he had planned. With his father breathing down his neck to fill the position, Seonghwa had no choice but to double the amount of people he interviewed in a day. So far, not a single person was as promising in person as they were on paper. It wouldn’t have been a problem normally, but Seonghwa found himself unusually tense. 

“Your next interview is ready, sir.” 

“Send them in,” Seonghwa answers boredly. He hears the door open and shut, but no sounds of footsteps, or a chair being pulled out. He lifts his head and is greeted with a familiar head of blue hair and the same brown eyes that had looked up at him from between his legs. 

“Seonghwa?”

“Hongjoong?”

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Dirty Little Secret Santa

Day 3/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Mingi receives an interesting gift from his secret Santa.

CW: Accidental (not really) voyeurism, sex in a supply closet, Dom/Sub undertones, other Ateez pairings implied, unprotected sex

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Mingi was going to die. And it was all Yunho’s fault.

He clutches the fabric of the pillow in his lap tightly in each hand. His head hangs down and his eyes are screwed tightly shut as another bout of vibrations racks through his body. Mingi’s biting his lip so hard to keep from moaning that he can taste blood. 

“Mingi?” A voice to his right asks and a hand is placed on his shoulder. The shocks of pleasure stop and he lifts his head, meeting San’s concerned expression. “Are you alright?” 

All Mingi can muster is a small nod and a quiet, “Yeah… just-just a cramp.” 

San nods and turns his attention back to Seonghwa, who’s recording his lines for the newest album. 

Mingi glances over at Yunho. He’s sitting in a chair on the neighboring wall, pretending to pay attention to what’s happening in the room. In reality, Yunho was more focused on his phone and Mingi. More specifically, what he could do to Mingi with his phone.

The group had decided to partake in Secret Santa as a way to celebrate Christmas early before everyone went home to their families. Everything was going well, everyone was laughing and enjoying the gifts they received. And then Mingi opened his. 

His face flushed bright red the minute he realized what was sitting in the gift bag that was in his lap. He swallowed and pulled at the collar of his shirt, suddenly very warm. 

“What did’ya get Min?” Wooyoung asked, trying to peer over the lip of the bag. 

Mingi quickly hugged the bag to his body and lies, “No-nothing… it’s um.. an inside joke..”

“So.. who was your Secret Santa?” Hongjoong leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees and eyeing Mingi curiously. 

“I-It was… um…” Mingi swallowed around the lump in his throat again trying to figure out who would’ve gifted him this. 

“It was me,” Yunho pipes up from the far side of the room. 

A chorus of ‘ooo’s’ filled the room before Wooyoung piped up again. 

“What was the gift? Had to have been a good one for Mingi to be so red,” The second youngest cackled. 

Yunho just smirked and winked in Wooyoung’s direction before looking at Mingi. “It’s a secret.” 

Yunho held his hands up, blocking the pillow that was thrown at him, and started to laugh as ‘boo’s’ echoed around the room. The members argued with Yunho, trying to get an answer out of him, but all of it was muffled in Mingi’s ears as he peered down at the gift bag.

Mingi’s leg twitches as the vibrator wrr’s to life again. With how he’s sitting, it’s nestled right against his prostate and sends shocks of pleasure up his spine. He glares at Yunho, who only smirks back at him before turning his attention back to Eden as he starts giving suggestions to Yeosang, who’s now in the recording booth. 

The hand Yunho’s phone is in is resting down near his leg, angled in a way that he can just barely see the screen. His thumb glides across the screen, changing the intensity of the vibrator inside Mingi. Yunho watches out of the corner of his eye as Mingi’s back straightens completely and his hands grip the pillow covering his lap— and, no doubt, an erection. He keeps his head turned to face Eden and feigns interest as his thumb continues to move across the screen, altering the rhythm and intensity of the vibrations. 

He keeps this up for a few moments longer. Letting Mingi get so close to the lightheaded feeling he loves so much before stopping the vibrations.Yunho edges Mingi like this for what feels like hours.

Eventually, Eden turns in his chair and tells everyone to take a thirty minute break. Mingi is up from his seat and dragging Yunho from his before anyone has a chance to blink. He pulls Yunho into a supply closet at the end of the hallway, quickly shutting and locking the door behind him. 

He pushes Yunho against a shelf, the various cleaning supplies either rocking in place or falling over. Mingi forces his lips against Yunho’s in a quick feverish kiss before he starts to trail his lips down Yunho’s neck. 

“Please…” Mingi begs in between wet kisses, “Please Yunho.. I can’t take it anymore.. I wanna cum so bad it hurts.” He all but sobs. 

Yunho chuckles and lifts his hand up to caress Mingi’s cheek, pulling him away from his neck and clicking his tongue. 

“What did you call me?” Yunho asks softly yet sternly. “Good boys know what to call me when they want something.”

Mingi’s eyes widened, “Sir… I-I meant sir… I’m sorry, please.. I-I’m a good boy, your good boy.” 

Yunho’s thumb brushes against Mingi’s cheek as he takes in the sight of the man before him. Mingi is panting and flushed and his eyes are glazed over slightly.

“Are you?” Yunho asks, “Are you my good boy?” 

Mingi nods his head fervently, “Yes, sir! I am.” 

“Then why don’t you show me.” Yunho pushes on Mingi’s shoulders, guiding him to kneel. “Show me how good of a boy you are and I’ll let you cum.” 

“Yes sir,” Mingi reaches up and undoes Yunho pants. Hooking his fingers under the hem, he pulls Yunho’s pants and underwear down together. 

Mingi wraps a hand around the base of Yunho’s cock and strokes him till he’s fully erect. He runs his tongue up the bottom of the dick and kitten-licks the tip before closing his mouth around it. Mingi swallows Yunho down with practiced ease, opening his throat and breathing through his nose as he pulls back. Looking up at Yunho through his lashes, Mingi starts to bob his head. 

Yunho groans and lets his head tip back. “Fuck Min… Your mouth feels so good.”

Mingi pulls back until just the head is in his mouth, his hand twisting and jerking the rest of Yunho length. He twirls his tongue around the tip and dips his tongue into the slit, collecting the precome that’s starting to spill over. He hums at the salty taste, letting his eyes flutter shut. Only to fly open seconds later as the vibrator inside him comes to life again. 

Yunho’s cock slips from Mingi’s mouth as he braces his hands against the cool floor, whimpering moans falling from his mouth. His body twitches as the vibrator is put on its highest setting. 

“You’re not done showing me how good you are..” Yunho mocks from above him. He fists Mingi’s hair and pulls him back to a kneel. “Now… I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Got it?”

“Y-yes… s-sir,” Mingi whimpers, opening his mouth and flattening his tongue against the bottom of his mouth. 

“Good boy.” Yunho purrs, hooking a thumb into Mingi’s mouth. He rubs the tip of his cock over Mingi’s lips, spreading precome and saliva around them. 

“You have such pretty lips, Min…”He guides his cock into Mingi’s mouth until his nose is brushing against Yunho’s pubes, “They look even better stretched around my cock..” 

Yunho gives a few shallow thrusts, keeping the majority of his dick deep in Mingi’s throat until he can feel Mingi’s body instinctively start trying to pull away. Only then does he pull back and begin to really thrust. He fucks into Mingi’s mouth, setting a brutal pace, his cock hits the back of Mingi’s throat with every thrust, causing tears to form in Mingi’s eyes– which have screwed shut. 

Mingi’s hands grip onto Yunho’s thighs to keep himself steady, his nails creating crescent dents in the flesh. He moans around Yunho as the vibrations continue to wrack through him at full force. The vibrations from his moans spurring Yunho on and making him thrust impossibly faster as he groans low in his throat above Mingi. 

It’s taking all of Mingi’s concentration not to cum before Yunho says he can. But it’s starting to overwhelm him. His hips jerk and twitch uncontrollably as he whines around Yunho. His hands clench and unclench around Yunho’s thighs, while his own press together in a desperate attempt not ot cum. 

Just when Mingi thinks he can’t last any longer, when he’s sure he’s about to disobey Yunho and cum before he was given permission. Yunho pulls back completely and yanks Mingi up. He spins Mingi around and quickly yanks his pants down to his knees. Yunho pulls the vibrator out of Mingi and it clatters to the ground, still turned on. 

“Cum.” Yunho commands. He thrusts into Mingi’s hole and pistons his hips. Reaching around Mingi, he grabs hold of his cock and quickly fucks his fist over him. 

Mingi moans loudly, he’s so close to the edge that it doesn’t take more than one or two strokes of Yunho’s hand for him to cum. He explodes, his cum splattering against the wall and Yunho’s hand as he cries out. Yunho follows not long after, pushing up the back of Mingi’s shirt before pulling out and stroking himself to completion, shooting over Mingi’s back and ass.

After catching their breath and cleaning up, Yunho and Mingi made their way back to the recording room. Everyone had already returned from their break and was sitting around chatting. 

As Yunho and Mingi entered the room Wooyoung took one look at the both of them before sighing. 

“Thank god!” He exclaimed and at the puzzled looks from the two of them, he continued. “We only took the thirty so that you two could fuck and get it out of your systems..” 

“Wha-” Mingi started, only to be cut off by Hongjoong.

“Yeah, it was honestly unbearable… New rule, no toys outside of the dorms.” Hongjoong pointed at Yunho. 

“How di-”

“We could hear it… Seonghwa also caught a glimpse of it on Yunho’s phone screen.” Hongjoong continued. 

“Wait! How did Seonghwa know what it was just by glimpsing it?” San asked. 

Seonghwa shrugged, “I have my secrets.. But at least mine are kept at the dorm.” 

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Dating For The Holidays

Day 2/12 of Smutmas

Summary: Yeosang lied and told his mom that he had a boyfriend. When she asks him to bring said boyfriend for family Christmas Yeosang panics and does the smart thing, asking Jongho (his crush) to pretend to be his boyfriend. It's just one week... what could go wrong?

CW: Fake relationship, Acquaintances to Lovers, Getting a blowjob in your childhood bedroom

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“Please.. I’ll buy you lunch for the rest of the year?” Yeosang tries, clasping his hands in front of him in a pleading motion. 

Jongho gives him an unimpressed look and deadpans, “We get free lunch through the company,” before going back to flipping through the pages in his hand. 

“I’ll buy you lunch from outside the company then…” Yeosang pleads, “Please Jongho! It’s just a few days and you’ll be home in time to celebrate with your family.” 

Jongho sighs heavily, “Ask someone else.” 

“I… I can’t… ask someone else,” Yeosang’s voice soften to a whisper by the end of his sentence. 

“And why is that?” 

“I may have said your name specifically…” Yeosang blushes a deep shade of red. 

“Wh-“ 

“And then she looked you up… so she’ll know if I bring someone else…” 

“Yeosang, why did you tell your mom that we’re dating? I mean… this is the longest conversation we’ve had since I started working here.” Jongho asks, dumbfounded.

Yeosang sighs, his shoulders slumping as he runs a hand down his face. “She was pestering me to go on a blind date.. so I lied and said I was already seeing someone. I admit.. it went a bit too far..” He swallows the lump in his throat, “I’m sorry for bothering you… I’ll figure out a way out of this… sorry again.” 

Jongho watches as Yeosang dejectedly starts to walk away. Before he can think better of if, Jongho stands and clasps his hand around the other wrist. “I’ll do it. I don’t know why.. but I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“Okay… what’s my favorite color?” Yeosang quizzes. In the passenger seat of his car, Jongho exhales. 

“Black and red. But you favor red.”

“What sport did I play in school?”

“You didn’t. Your schedule was too full.” 

“Favorite food?” 

“Come on, Yeosang. Is this really necessary? Is your family going to bombard me with these questions or something?” Jongho asks, irritation lacing his voice. 

“It’s more convincing! I have no idea what’ll come up in conversation or not.” Yeosang justifies. His hands are clutching the wheel so hard his knuckles are white. “Now, favorite food?” 

“My god,” Jongho breathes, rolling his eyes. “Your favorite food is yangnyeom chicken. You dislike anything that smells raw. You’re scared of most bugs, you wanted to be the president as a child, and you prefer lighter smells over strong smells.”

“You’re a fast learner.” Yeosang remarks, slightly taken aback. 

“So I’ve been told.” Jongho says, “Anything else to quiz me on? Or can I sleep for the rest of the ride?” 

Yeosang shrugs but stays quiet and Jongho takes that as his cue to pull his jacket hood as far down over his eyes as possible and settle into the seat. 

“Yeosang!” His mother greets cheerfully, pulling him into a spiny crushing hug. 

“Hi, mom… struggling to breathe now.” 

She laughs, light and airy, as she pulls back. Placing a hand on either of Yeosang’s shoulders, she inspects him, turning him this way and that. 

“Are you remembering to eat? Honey.. you’re as thin as a skeleton” 

“Mom~” Yeosang whines, his cheeks flushing pink. 

“Oh! You must be Jongho! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Yeosang’s mom drew Jongho in for a similarly tight hug. 

“Nice to meet you too,” Jongho replies, a warm smile gracing his features. Yeosang feels warmth spread through his chest at the sight and then a pang of sadness at the fact that he knew it was all fake. 

“Ah! Where is my head at… You both must be freezing!” Yeosang’s mother exclaims as she steps aside to free the doorway. “Hurry up and grab your luggage so you can warm up.”

Jongho and Yeosang quickly get their respective suitcases from the trunk of Yeosang’s car before trekking inside the house. While kicking off their shoes by the front door and shrugging off their coats, Jongho takes a moment to look around. Directly inside the front door is a small foyer connected to a short hallway that leads into what looks like a living room. On the left side of the hallway is a staircase to the second floor. Opposite the stairs, is an archway that leads into a kitchen. 

“You both will be staying in Yeosang’s old room,” Yeosang’s mom starts, walking back into the foyer from the kitchen, and Yeosang has to remind himself not to show the shock on his face. Of course he and Jongho would be sharing a room, as far as his parents knew they were dating… and had been for a while. “You can show Jongho where it is right, dear? I’ll have some hot chocolate ready for you both once you’ve settled in.”Yeosang nods, giving his mom a small smile, before muttering a quiet, come on, to Jongho and leading him up the stairs.

“Well, this is it..” Yeosang says as they step into his childhood bedroom. It’s not a large room by any means, big enough for a full sized bed, a decent dresser with a small tv sitting on top of it, and a worn desk. But even still there wasn’t much space left. 

“I’ll uh… I’ll take the floor.”

“Nonsense, we can share.” 

“You're the guest..” Yeosang insists. “It’s fine… really.” 

Jongho sighs, again. “Yeosang. The room is barely big enough for both of us to be standing in it, let alone for one of us to sleep on the floor. Besides… what if your mom or dad walks in one morning and sees you on the floor?” 

Yeosang looks at Jongho blankly, his lips making a small ‘o’. His cheeks flush lightly again and he blinks. “I… I guess you’re right.”

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. They unpacked their bags of the daily essentials, went downstairs and had hot chocolate while Yeosang’s mom rattled off embarrassing stories from his childhood, all of which Jongho seemed to thoroughly enjoy. A playful smirk or mischievous grin getting cast at Yeosang occasionally while he listened. 

Yeosang’s chest felt warm again at the sight. That warmth began to smolder as he and Jongho played their respective roles as boyfriends. Holding hands, Jongho’s arm around Yeosang’s shoulder as the smaller man snuggled into his side while they watched cheesy holiday movies. Casually standing or sitting a little too close to the other when eating dinner or talking in the kitchen. Yeosang nearly exploded when Jongho lifted their joined hands and quickly, casually, pecked the back of Yeosang’s palm. 

But, all good things eventually come to an end. 

The sky had long since darkened by the time Yeosang said goodnight to his mom and dad. He quietly climbed the stairs to his room. Jongho had gone up earlier, claiming to be tired from long work hours the day before, and as Yeosang slowly opened the door he was already fast asleep in the bed. 

Right… They were sharing the bed. Jongho and him would be sleeping in the same bed. Together. At the same time. 

Yeosang swallows nervously, walking into the room and shutting the door as quietly as he can. Using nothing but the moonlight that is streaming in from the window, Yeosang squints as he pulls out different articles of clothing. After a few failed attempts he manages to find his pajamas and quickly changes, only nearly falling on his face once when his foot got caught in his pant leg. 

Yeosang lifts the blanket up just enough that he can slide one leg in and, at a snail's pace, gets into bed. He turns his back to Jongho and stares at the wall. Behind him, Jongho is breathing deep and rhythmically. Yeosang tries very hard not to think about the fact that he can feel Jongho’s body heat and that, even with them both practically on the edge of the bed, they’re still nearly touching. 

He fails and ends up thinking about that fact for far too long, lying awake for god knows how long before his eyes finally fall closed and he drifts off to sleep.

The next morning, Yeosang wakes up alone. His limbs had sprawled out, occupying any free space available. He groans, sits up, and stretches out his arms and legs. 

At that same moment, Jongho opens the door and walks into the room wearing a towel. Only a towel. It hangs low on his hips, revealing the smallest bit of his pelvis. Jongho’s torso was still damp, water droplets rolling down his body. 

Yeosang follows one drop all the way from Jongho’s broad shoulders and down past the soft outline of muscles on his stomach until it disappears into the lip of the towel. 

The sound of a throat clearing snaps Yeosang back to reality. His eyes shoot up and meet Jongho’s shit eating grin. 

Jongho’s eyebrow raises, “See something you like?” “Pfft, you wish.” Yeosang rolls his eyes and acts disinterested despite the heat he can feel in his cheeks. He throws the blanket off and swings his legs over the bed. Yeosang stands and walks to the door, willing his legs not to wobble. Once he was outside and the door was shut behind him, Yeosang’s back hit the door. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face. This was going to be a long week.

It’s the next night at dinner that Yeosang really starts to second guess the whole ‘fake dating’ thing. 

“So, Jongho…” Yeosang’s dad starts, “How did you and Yeosang meet?” 

Yeosang looks at Jongho across the dinner table, trying to subtly convey his—very slight—panic. They hadn’t talked about that. They didn’t have a story planned out for how they met or how they fell in love. He’s about to interject, the words forming on the tip of his tongue, when Jongho starts to talk. 

“We met at work. I had just been signed and was, admittedly, a little nervous for my first day. Yeosang was the first person to come up to me… he was kind of my first friend at the company,” Jongho rubs the back of his head, smiling bashfully. “He was so nice to me, and was always such a big help if I had any questions.” 

“That’s so sweet..” Yeosang’s mother coos, pinching his cheek teasingly. “When did you know that you liked him? Who asked who out?” 

“Mom,” Yeosang complains. 

“Oh hush.” She responds, leveling him with a stern expression. “You’ve been so secretive with the details..” 

“I guess.. I kind of always knew that I liked him.” Jongho interjects. “The first time I saw Yeosang.. It was like nothing I've ever experienced. As cliche as it sounds, it was love at first sight… at least for me. When I first noticed Yeosang, I didn’t see him right away. I heard his laugh first and it was more beautiful than anything I’d ever heard. And then when I saw him,” Jongho stops, looking at Yeosang with far too much adoration in his eyes, and reaches across the table to grasp his hand. 

“Time stopped. It was just him and I, nothing else existed at that moment.” Jongho pauses again, maintaining his soft eye contact with Yeosang— who, in turn, was trying to keep himself composed. “To answer your other question, it was Yeosang who asked me out. I was much too shy to ask him.”

“What was that about?” Yeosang asks, closing the door to his room and turning on his heel to look at Jongho. 

“What was what about?” Jongho asks back, not facing Yeosang as he digs through his suitcase. 

“The ‘it was love at first sight’ story. I mean, props for coming up with all that on the spot but don’t you think it was a little much? This is supposed to be fake, remember…” 

“I didn’t ‘come up’ with anything” 

“What do you mean? I was there, I heard the whole thing.” Yeosang remarks, lifting his suitcase onto his desk and beginning to sort through it just to keep his hands busy. “You’re a very convincing actor by the way.” 

“I wasn’t acting, Yeosang” 

“What?” Yeosang breathes and suddenly, Jongho is grabbing his wrist and spinning him. Jongho cages Yeosang against the desk with his body. One of his knees slotting between Yeosang’s as the hand on his wrist keeps his hand flat against the desk. 

“I said,” Jongho’s face is dangerously close to Yeosang’s and his eyes search the smaller man’s face for any signs of distress. “I wasn’t acting. Nothing I said at dinner was false.” 

“W-what?” Yeosang repeats dumbly. His heart is beating so hard it feels like it could break a rib or two. 

“I will say this once. And if you don’t feel the same, if this really was just a way to stop your parents from pestering you, we’ll leave it at that.” Jongho says in a hushed voice. 

Yeosang nods, his brain not capable of commanding his mouth to form words. 

“I like you Yeosang. What I said, what I told your parents at dinner, that was real. That is real. That day I first saw you, I felt my heart stop beating for me and start beating for you. When I heard you laugh I wanted nothing more than to be the person making you laugh. Every time I saw you my world stopped. I was content, for a while, with just being your friend. But then you asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend.” Jongho breathes deeply, dropping his head against Yeosang’s shoulder. “I was supposed to just ‘play house’ for this week and then go back to liking you from a distance… but now I’ve had a glimpse into what it’s like to be with you… Yeosang, I don’t want to go back to how it was.” 

“Are you-“

“I want to date you.. I want to be your actual boyfriend.” Jongho meets Yeosang’s eyes tentatively, a hopeful glint in them. Yeosang stares at Jongho for a long moment as the silence stretches between them. Just as Jongho nods to himself and begins to turn away, Yeosang grabs his face with both hands and smashes his lips to Jongho’s. It takes a second for the shock to wear off, but when it does, Jongho’s hands circle Yeosang’s waist and pull the smaller man against him. 

“I want that too,” Yeosang breathes, breaking the kiss. His hands still rest on the others cheeks, so when Jongho smiles, his face squishes cutely. 

“Really?” Jongho asks

“Really,” Yeosang smiles. 

Jongho surges forward, capturing Yeosang’s lips in a heated kiss and crowding him back against the desk. It was sloppy, teeth clashing against each other and tongues gliding together. Jongho let his hands wander from holding Yeosang’s waist, caressing the length of his spine, tangling in his hair, and groping his ass. 

Yeosang’s moans are swallowed by Jongho as they continue kissing. His hands carding up through Jongho’s hair and his nails dragging against the nape of his neck. 

“You have.. no idea how long I have dreamt of this..” Jongho pants, kissing down the length of Yeosang’s jaw before mouthing at his neck. “How many nights I’ve fantasized about how you’d sound.. how you’d taste.. how you’d feel against me..” 

Yeosang was panting harshly, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Jongho slides his hands underneath the fabric of Yeosang’s shirt and hikes it up over his nipples. Yeosang has to muffle a moan in his hand when Jongho licks one of his nipples into his mouth. 

Jongho’s hand teases his other nipple while his tongue flicks the other, his teeth occasionally scraping against the hardened nub causing Yeosang to arch into him.

“Jongho… haa shit…” Yeosang hisses, the hand not covering his mouth grasping Jongho’s shoulder for stability. 

Jongho’s free hand deftly undoes the button on Yeosang’s pants and pulls the zipper down, letting them fall and pool around Yeosang’s ankles. He sinks to his knees and releases the nipple, now red and swollen, from his mouth. His licks kisses down Yeosang’s torso while looking up at Yeosang, who watches through half lidded eyes. He gently sucks on Yeosang’s tip over the fabric of his underwear, causing the smaller man to jerk in surprise. 

“J-Jongho…” 

He smirks up at Yeosang and pulls his underwear down, his—now mostly erect— dick springing free. 

“God… even your dick is pretty.” 

Yeosang makes an argumentative sound in the back of his throat as his cheeks turn crimson. 

Jongho places his hand around Yeosang’s base and kisses the head before taking it into his mouth. His tongue circles the cockhead, the tip of it digging into the slit occasionally. As his mouth focuses on the head of Yeosang’s cock, his hand jerks his length languidly. 

Yeosang pants heavily, his teeth digging into the flesh of his hand to stifle his moans. His hips jerk involuntarily as Jongho sucks more of him down, now bobbing his head with a steady rhythm. 

“Fuck… Jongho” Yeosang moans, muffled around his hand. “Jongho… mmnh” Yeosangs hand falls back, his hand dropping to brace himself against the desk. 

With every bob of his head, Jongho takes a little more of Yeosang into his mouth until his nose brushes against Yeosang’s pelvic bone. His hand switches to rolling Yeosang’s balls in his palm as he keeps his head still for a beat and swallows around the smaller man before pulling back and bobbing his head again. Jongho continues with this rhythm until Yeosang is a mess above him. His knees buckle and if it weren’t for Jongho’s hand coming to rest against his hip and his own hand braced on the desk, he would’ve fallen.

Yeosang’s mouth hangs open, small breathy moans leaving him. A hand tangles into Jongho’s hair, tugging it gently. 

“Jongho… Jongho, I-I’m gonna…mngh i’m gonna cum..” Yeosang pants, trying to guide Jongho’s head off of him. Jongho places both hands on Yeosang’s waist to hold him in place, sucking Yeosang down completely. 

Yeosang makes a strangled noise as he cums, shooting down Jongho’s throat. It isn’t until Yeosang slumps back against the desk that Jongho pulls off of him. He leaves a trail of featherlight kisses up Yeosang’s torso as he stands. Pulling Yeosang in for one more gentle kiss.

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Hi do you have a masterpost of all your fan fics?

Hi! Not yet but I plan to get one made and posted after all of the smutmas fics are posted :)

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Tangled Up In Tinsel

Smutmas Day 1/12

Summary: A continuation of the Hybrid AU from my Monstober Fic. It's San first Christmas with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, and Wooyoung really wants to show him joys of setting up the decorations. Panther hybrid!San x Fox Hybrid!Wooyoung x Human!Seonghwa

CW: MDNI, kind of fluffy, getting tangled in garland while trying to untangle the garland, unprotected sex

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“But Hwa~” Wooyoung whines, flashing Seonghwa his best ‘begging eyes’--“they aren’t puppy dog eyes because I’m not a puppy, Hwa,” Wooyoung had explained to him, once--“This is Sanie’s first Christmas with us!”

“I know that, Youngie…” Seonghwa replies gently, looking at where the fox hybrid is kneeling next to his office chair. “But I need to get this done. And the more you interrupt me, the longer it will take.”

“Bu-“ 

“No more ‘but’s’ Wooyoung.” Seonghwa says firmly and watches as Wooyoung’s fox ears flatten against his head and his expression drops. Seonghwa sighs, petting a hand through the hair between the fox ears, “How about this… since everything is out, you and Sannie can start setting up the tree.”

Wooyoung’s ears perk up, “Really?!” 

“Yes, really. When I’m done here… I’ll come make some hot chocolate, put on a Christmas movie, and help set up everything else.” 

Wooyoung shot to his feet and exclaimed, “Okay!” Before he was bounding out of Seonghwa’s home office and calling San’s name.

San sits cross legged on Seonghwa’s large couch as he watches Wooyoung zip around the living room, his ears twitching this way and that at the different noises. The fox hybrid digs through one box, grumbles something, and then moves on to the next box. Weird noises come from some of the boxes, San tilts his head as the one Wooyoung is currently rifling through starts to make a rhythmic jingling sound only to be muffled as Wooyoung closes the lid on it with another huff. 

“Where are they,” Wooyoung whines, drawing out the last syllable on ‘they’. 

“Where’s what?” 

“All of the things for the tree! We can’t decorate it without the actual decorations!” 

San spots one box off to the side that doesn’t appear to have been subjected to the foxes rampage and points to it, “what about that box? 

Wooyoung follows his finger and perks up slightly, quickly making his way over to the unsearched box. 

“Aha! Sannie you’re amazing!” Wooyoung praises, opening the box to find the missing tree decorations. He spins on his heel and is on San’s lap before the panther hybrid can so much as blink, placing exaggerated kisses on his cheek. “Our Sannie is so smart~” Wooyoung singsongs, squishing San’s cheeks and making his lips pucker. San blushes, red spreading from his cheeks down to his neck and Wooyoung giggles. The fox stands and walks back over to the box of decorations, his tail brushing against San’s jaw. 

“Come on, help me with the string lights!” Wooyoung turns to San with a tangled mess of wires wider than his shoulders.

One moment, San and Wooyoung were gleefully hanging sparkling ornaments of various sizes on the plastic branches of the tree. The next moment, they’re twisted and tied up in the tinsel garland. 

“Stop moving! You’re making it worse!” Wooyoung froze, standing practically on top of San’s feet. Both of them panting slightly as Wooyoung looks at the garland encircling the two of them, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Okay,” The fox starts, “I’m going to try and untangle myself… you stay still.” San nods and Wooyoung begins twisting his body. 

As Wooyoung wriggles against him, San feels his body start to react. His face heats up, a blush no doubt spreading down his cheeks to his neck. That same heat travels further south as blood rushes to his groin. San’s breathing hitches slightly and his hands twitch where they’re stuck at his sides. 

“U-um…” San clears his throat,” Wooyoung..” he speaks quietly. So quiet, that Wooyoung almost doesn’t hear over the shifting and rustling of the garland. The fox hybrid hums in acknowledgment, continuing to squirm against the garland and, unknowingly, against San. 

“Can you stop doing that..” San breathes. 

Wooyoung looks at San, about to say something, when the words die on his tongue at the realization that something is poking him. He takes in San’s blushed appearance, the black ears that are turned forward, the eyes that are dilated with arousal, and the obvious erection currently resting against Wooyoung’s pelvis. 

He manages to move a hand between their bodies and cup San’s dick over his pants. The panther jolts at the sudden touch, his hands twitching at his sides before grasping fistfulls of Wooyoung’s shirt. Wooyoung’s hand messages over the bulge of San’s sweatpants, squeezing lightly as he traces up and down the length of him as best he can in their position. 

“Is this the part where I ask if you’ve got an ornament in your pants or are just happy to see me?” Wooyoung teases. 

San’s brows twitch in confusion, his head tilting to the side slightly as he pants out a breathy, “What?” 

“Nevermind…” Wooyoung says, snaking his hand under the waist of San’s pants. “No underwear huh?” 

San’s blush deepens and he looks away shyly only for his head to fall and rest against Wooyoung’s as the fox grabs his balls and rolls them in the palm of his hand. He moans, long and low, as Wooyoung’s hand switches between massaging his balls and playing with the head of his cock. The actions are awkward from the position they’re in and San’s cock strains against the fabric of his sweats painfully. All the same, he’s panting harshly as Wooyoung continues to work him over. 

San’s hands flex where they rest on Wooyoung’s sides, gripping the fabric of his shirt before relaxing in time with the foxes motions. Wooyoung whispers praises as he nuzzles against San’s head before kissing the corner of his mouth. 

“Does it feel good, Sannie?” San nods his head as a shuddering moan escapes him and Wooyoung chuckles. “I wish I could pull it out… I bet it’s all flushed and needy like the rest of you.” 

“Wooyoung,” 

“If I could, I’d drop to my knees right now and suck you dry. My mouth’s practically watering at the thought.” 

“So do it.” Seonghwa commands casually as he cuts the garland with a pair of scissors and watches it fall to the floor in a heap of shiny knots. “Get on your knees and suck his cock.” 

San swallows thickly as Wooyoung slowly sinks to his knees while keeping his eyes locked with Seonghwa’s. Wooyoung hooks his fingers under the waist of San’s sweats and pulls them down. His dick bobs as it’s finally freed, the tip flushed and precome already beading from the slit. San hisses from the shock of the cold air before gasping as Wooyoung wraps a hand around his base and licks up along the vein on the bottom of his cock. The fox closes his mouth around the tip and hollows his cheeks while circling his tongue over the head, his hand starting to jerk San off. 

Wooyoung moans, his eyes fluttering shut, as he takes more of San into his mouth slowly. Sinking down a little before pulling back, repeating the motion until his nose is brushing against the little patch of dark hair on San’s pelvis. He doesn’t move for a moment, letting the cock sit in his mouth as he tries not to gag. Absently, Wooyoung can feel someone petting through his hair and playing with the strands. He moves back, pulling off of San with a pop to catch his breath. 

“Does he taste good, Youngie?” Seonghwa coos. He’s standing closer now, just slightly behind San. When Wooyoung nods, still panting, Seonghwa smiles warmly. “Then keep going… make our Sannie feel good.” 

Wooyoung takes San back into his mouth, sucking him in earnest. He bobs his head, making sure to hollow his cheeks as he pulls back. He moans around San, sending shivers up the panther’s spine. 

Behind San, Seonghwa hooks his fingers under the hem of his shirt and peels it off of him, tossing it onto the nearby couch. His fingers lightly trace over the dips of San’s torso before kneading into the flesh of his chest. Seonghwa plays with San’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers and gently pulling them. San’s head lulls back, resting on Seonghwa’s shoulder, as he moans. His eyes are screwed shut and his brows are furrowed. 

“Does it feel good, kitty?” Seonghwa whispers against San’s ear, peppering the side of his face with kisses after. 

“Mmnm… feels… good,” San pants, nuzzling into the kisses. 

“Hear that, Youngie, you’re doing so good…” Wooyoung keens at Seonghwa’s praise and doubles his efforts, reaching up to roll San’s balls in his hand. 

San’s hips stutter as he tries to keep still and not thrust into Wooyoung’s mouth. “Hwa~” the panther whines, “I’m close…” 

“Go ahead and cum… let our Wooyoung get a good taste of you..” 

San groans, one hand petting the hair between Wooyoung’s fox ears while the other reaches up to pull Seonghwa in for a kiss. He licks into Seonghwa’s mouth, their tongues sliding together in passion as San moans. 

Wooyoung pulls back until just San’s tip is in his mouth. He quickly jerks San’s length while he sucks on the tip like it’s his favorite lollipop. Seonghwa continues to tease San’s nipples as they kiss, swallowing the panther's moans. 

It doesn’t take much longer of Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s combined teasing for San to come undone, spurting into the foxes mouth as Wooyoung greedily drinks him up. Seonghwa breaks the kiss in favor of whispering encouragements and soft praises against San’s ear as he twitches in Seonghwa’s hold. 

When San finally finishes twitching, Wooyoung pulls off of him completely. He stands and wraps his arms around both San and Seonghwa, kissing San and letting the panther taste himself before pulling back and sifting to kiss Seonghwa over San’s shoulder. 

“Good job, baby…” Seonghwa says softly. “Do you want a treat for being so perfect for us?” Wooyoung nods eagerly, his eyes shining. “Take off your pants, get on your knees and put your elbows on the couch.” 

Wooyoung makes quick work of dropping his pant’s to the floor and stepping out of them before kicking them away. He sinks to his knees in front of the couch and braces his arms on the cushion, swaying his hips from side to side teasingly as he looks over his shoulder. Seonghwa kneels behind him after stripping off his own pants, his dick already half hard. 

He massages Wooyoung’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “What’s this?” Seonghwa asks, pushing on the purple jewel that sat nestled against Wooyoung’s hole. Wooyoung whines, hips pushing back against Seonghwa. “Are you so desperate for something to fill you?” 

“Yes!” Wooyoung answers, whimpering as the plug brushes against his prostate. 

“Why didn’t you say so, baby?” 

“You… you’ve been busy.. with w-work…” Wooyoung is breathing heavily. His forehead is resting on his arms as he rocks his hips back against Seonghwa, pushing the plug deeper in the process. 

“I’m sure Sannie would have been more than willing to fill you up. Didn’t you ask him?” 

Wooyoung nods his head at first but starts shaking it a second later, another small whimper leaving him. “I-it’s not the s-same… without you,” 

Seonghwa tsk’s, “Poor little fox… all worked up and I’ve been too busy to care for you. How can I apologize for neglecting you, hm?” 

“Fuck me… p-please. I want y-you inside me,” Wooyoung begs pitifully.

“Sannie, could you run and grab the lube please?” Seonghwa asks as he slowly eases the plug from Wooyoung’s entrance, fucking it back into him a few times. When San returns, bottle of lube in hand, Seonghwa removes the plug completely. Wooyoung whines from the loss. 

Seonghwa takes the lube from San and pops the lid off, letting a good amount dribble out onto his dick. He fucks a fist over himself, bringing himself to full arousal, while his other hand slicks up Wooyoung’s entrance with excess lube. Seonghwa lines himself up and slowly pushes past the rim of muscle. Seonghwa groans as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with Wooyoung’s ass. 

Wooyoung trembles as Seonghwa begins to move, pumping his cock in and out of Wooyoung. His tail flicks in the air above him, brushing against Seonghwa’s neck and chest. His back arches and Wooyoung cries out as Seonghwa takes the base of his tail in hand and uses it like a handle to pound into him faster. His nails claw into the couch cushion, small moans and whimpers punched out of his throat with every thrust. 

“Does it feel good, Youngie?” Seonghwa asks, voice uneven from the unrelenting pace of his hips. 

“Y-yes, mmngh.. feels good. So good… more, please.. I need more!” Wooyoung begs helplessly. The room echoes with skin slapping against skin and Wooyoung’s whining moans as Seonghwa pistons into his prostate. 

“What do you need, baby?”  

“My dick. P-please… touch my dick.” Wooyoung cries, whimpering in protest when Seonghwa unexpectedly pulls out. 

He shushes the fox, pulling on Wooyoung’s hips and guiding him to move away from the couch and flip to lay on his back. Seonghwa lines himself back up with Wooyoung’s rim and gives one quick thrust in, resuming his pace from before. His hands grip Wooyoung’s muscled thighs and use them as leverage to quickly fuck into the fox. 

Next to him, San lays on his stomach near Wooyoung’s waist and props himself up on his arms. He peppers featherlight kisses on the side of Wooyoung’s torso, licks a nipple into his mouth and nips at it before pulling off. Wooyoung twitches as San sucks a hickey into the skin near his dick. One of Wooyoung’s hands grabs onto San’s shoulder while the other fists into the rug beneath him. 

Wooyoung’s body arches off the floor and a loud moan more akin to a scream tears its way out of him as San takes his cock into his mouth. His body convulses from pleasure. The hand on Sam’s shoulder finds its way to Sam’s hair, tugging roughly at the roots. 

“I-I can’t… I’m… hnngh! Hwa… San~” Wooyoung moans. His eyes are squeezed shut and his head rolls to the side. Wooyoung’s mouth hangs open as breathy fucked out moans escape past his lips. 

“Me too, Youngie.” Seonghwa pants, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. “Cum for me, baby.” 

Wooyoung’s body trembles as he cums down San’s throat. His hips twitch, overstimulated, as San continues to gently suck him off, only pulling off when Wooyoung whines and tugs at his hair again. Mirroring Wooyoung’s move earlier, San crawls up to Wooyoung’s face and kisses him. 

Seonghwa groans as Wooyoung tightens around him. His thrusts grow sloppy and lose their rhythm before he buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside Wooyoung with a deep moan. He collapses against Wooyoung, the both of them panting harshly trying to catch their breath. San kisses Seonghwa gently, no more than a peck. 

“I must say.. when I told you to decorate the tree while I finished my work, this was not how I expected things to go..” Seonghwa speaks after a while, breaking the comfortable silence they had fallen into. 

“Sorry about the garland…” Wooyoung says bashfully and Seonghwa laughs breathily. 

“We can buy a new one, Youngie.. don’t worry about it.” Seonghwa reassures. “And by the way… the garland goes on before the ornaments.” 

Wooyoung and San shared a look, their lips forming small ‘o’ shapes. Seonghwa’s laugh echoes around the room, joined by Wooyoung and San’s not long after.

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12 Days of Smutmas

12 days, 12 different smutty fics featuring Ateez

Day 1: Tangled Up in Tinsel (WooSanHwa)

Day 2: Dating for the Holidays (JongSang)

Day 3: Dirty Little Secret Santa (Yungi)

Day 4: A Layover in Pleasure (Matz)

Day 5: Movie Marathon (PolyTeez)

Day 6: A Night on the Ice (JongSang)

Day 7: Jack Frost Nipping at Your... (YunWoo)

Day 8: Home Alone (MinHwa)

Day 9: Under Wraps (And Bows) (Matz)

Day 10: Under the Mistletoe (WooSan)

Day 11: Naughty (JoongSan)

Day 12: Or Nice (SanHwa)

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hello! I’m Milly, cohost of the podcast KPOP Pillow Talk! I came across your work and was wondering if my cohost and I could read your work on the pod? Specifically your piece called “Monstover Day 5: Orc/Elf (MinHwa)“. We have special episodes of our podcast where we get drunk and read a piece of smutty fanfiction, called “Drunk on Smut”. We have a few Drunk On Smut episodes out so if you’d like to hear an example of what yours would be like you or if you’re curious to hear what our podcast is normally like you can listen to any of our episodes on your favorite listening platform(Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts etc). We are currently looking for one shots for our special holiday episodes. If you have any special requests like mentioning any of your socials we are 100% down. I can also answer any questions you might have. If you’re uncomfortable being featured that’s totally okay too! Hope to hear from you soon! ☺️

I would be honored!! Mentioning my socials would be appreciated, I can send you a dm of my AO3 account name since it’s different from the tumblr. 😃