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[a1sh1teruu]

22:34 - nsfw! | minors dni!

pairing: song mingi x f!reader x jeong yunho

contains: dom!mingi, dom!yunho, sub!reader, threesome, slight spit-play, cum eating, oral (m), degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight humiliation

wc: 1000

pt. 01 | pt. 02

“do you have the hots for yunho, (y/n)?” that question had you frozen on the spot, hand under the running water with a plate in it.

you were currently doing the dishes after you and your husband, mingi, had finished eating dinner. mingi was behind you, leaning on the kitchen island, arms crossed over his broad chest. you felt his stare on the back of your head, burning through your skull. 

“be honest,” he spoke again, a lot softer than before, “i won’t be mad.” 

you turned off the faucet and twisted around to face your husband. he looked awfully relaxed, as if he was asking what you have planned for dinner tomorrow. your jaw stuttered as you tried to come up with an answer. because as much as you would deny it, mingi’s suspicions were right. you definitely had the hots for his best friend. “i mean, he is attractive,” you answered after mingi gave you a reassuring nod. “but nothing more than that.”

“are you sure?” his voice was deeper than usual, as if he was expecting a different answer from you. you hesitantly nodded, eyes wide and curious. 

where was this coming from? why did he ask this all of a sudden? as much as you find his friend hot, you wouldn’t fuck him behind mingi’s back. or, that’s what you told yourself.

“if you ever decide to fuck him, i won’t be mad. just tell me.” with that, he kissed you and walked to the living room. leaving you flustered in the kitchen. 

as soon as yunho left the bedroom, your bedroom that you shared with your husband, you jumped up to pick up the scattered clothes on the ground, pulling on anything your hands could find. panic started to arise as you heard loud laughing and heavy steps approaching the bedroom door. just as you were pulling up the sweatpants you picked up from the ground, that were obviously yunho’s, the door opened. there stood your husband, who was dressed in a white dress-shirt and beige dress-pants, the tie that was matching his pants pulled loose around his neck and glasses low on his nose, with a very naked yunho next to him. 

tears started to pool in your eyes, waiting to be shed, as mingi shook his head with a knowing smirk on his face. he took slow steps towards your form, eyes never falling from you. “my, my (y/n),” his voice was deep and taunting, a hand reaching for your cheek. you didn’t realize the tears were already flowing down the rounds of your cheeks as mingi swiped his thumb over the wet skin. “look at you,” he cooed, other hand finding purchase on your hip that was covered by yunho’s sweatpants as he continued, “so fucked out by yunnie.” it felt like he was mocking you, more shame overtaking your thoughts.

you finally found it in yourself to speak, “you aren’t mad?” your voice was quiet, too ashamed to look your husband in the eyes, rather looking at the tip of his beautiful nose. mingi just laughed wholeheartedly at your question, the noise coming from deep within his chest, leaving you even more confused but a tiny bit relieved. 

“how could i be mad at you?” mingi’s smile never left his lips as he looked at your tear stained face. your eyes moved to land on yunho, who was sitting on the bed in his naked glory, a smirk painted on his lips. they were still red and swollen from the kissing you did before your husband came home. but that didn’t mean yours weren’t as bad his. “do you want to show me what you did with my yunnie?” you tore your gaze from yunho to look at mingi with wide, glassy eyes. you didn’t expect him to be so straight forward, but the shivers that ran down to your cunt made you nod hesitantly. 

“words, darling.” “yes,” you paused, “yes, i want to show you.”

and now, here you were, on your knees with yunho behind you, mercilessly thrusting into your sopping cunt while you were messily sucking off your husband. his pants were pushed to his mid-thighs and his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging loosely around his shoulders. tie long forgotten somewhere in the room. 

you pulled off mingi, gasping for desperately needed air. now your hand was moving along your husband’s length, not wanting to completely rob him of the pleasure. it was getting hard to hold the same rhythm with the way you got closer to your orgasm. the knot in your abdomen tightening, ready to burst any second now.

a choked moan left your glossy lips, slick with your drool, as yunho abused the spot that has you seeing stars. at this point, your hand that was wrapped around mingi stopped, making him put his own hand over yours and continue jerking himself off. “i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum,” the words left you in short gasps, eyes pinched shut as your chin met your chest. 

“look at me,” came from above you. recognizing the voice, you looked up with big doe-eyes, tears wetting your hot cheeks. “open,” mingi heaved, his free hand finding purchase on your jaw, index and middle finger pressing on your lower lip. you didn’t have to get told twice, opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out. without a warning, white spurts of cum painted your tongue and chin, dripping onto the already soiled sheets. this made you shiver and clench around yunho’s cock, pulling a choked moan out of him. he was awfully close too. 

while your mouth was still open, mingi let a glob of spit land into it. and with a light nudge of his fingers, he closed your mouth, holding it shut. “swallow,” he demanded, eyes dark and expecting. your eyes rolled back into your skull as a strangled whimper resounded through your chest, doing as told.

yunho’s thrusts started getting sloppier and out of rhythm, his indicator for his approaching orgasm. his fingers found purchase on your sensitive clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the added stimulation pushed you over the edge into blinding pleasure. you came with a drawn-out moan, legs shaking. this was yunho’s cue, and he came right after you, fucking his cum into you. 

you grabbed mingi’s forearms as exhaustion overtook your senses. “my (y/n),” he cooed, hands grabbing your face. “my wife.” he laid soft kisses onto your hot cheeks, pulling you into an embrace. “my pretty, little wife.”

[nateezfics]

AFTER HOURS

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, established relationship, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, semi public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, name calling, dirty talk/sexual language

WORD COUNT — 528

SUMMARY — it’s laughably predictable, the way hongjoong stays up too late working in his studio and the way you come barging in with only one thing on your mind.

It seemed like the times you were the most desperate for your lover were also the times he decided to stay up late tucked away in his studio. It was inconveniencing, really, and you were quick to grow frustrated. He practically never returned calls or texts while he was working, leaving you to roll around in bed to try and sleep away the arousal that would begin to pool between your thighs.

It didn’t take long for you to spring out of bed and slip on a hoodie and some sweats and a pair of sneakers, mind already made up that you’d go to where he was to help settle your raging need. You knew he wouldn’t be too keen on you interrupting unexpectedly, but after trying and failing to satiate your desire with your hand — your vibrator’s battery died on you — you really didn’t give a damn. You were quite honestly thinking with your pussy.

And when you arrived, after walking the vacant halls to his studio, you wasted no time before weaseling your way into his lap. He knew instantly what you were after, and he tried his best to ignore you, but there was only so much of your pleas and ruts against his thigh that he could handle.

“Needy.” Hongjoong’s voice was low and clipped as he spoke in your ear. He curled his two fingers inside your wet heat. You moaned, face in the crook of his neck. “Needy slut.”

You whimpered. Your hips rolled over his lap as you yearned for more, desperation not satisfied with the agonizingly slow pace of his fingers. Your body jolted when you felt a sharp sting against your ass.

“I had to stop working to take care of you,” he started just as his hand soothed over your bum, “Because you’re too much of a whiny little brat who couldn’t wait until I got home. You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it. Understand?”

You nodded. “Y-yes.” You buried your face further into his neck as he moved his fingers inside you. He was precise, and he knew your body, fingers brushing that sweet spot within you over and over. They glided in and out slowly, so achingly slow yet just enough to have your orgasm building. Your thighs trembled as you fought the urge to grind onto his hand. You were close. You just needed a little extra —

Hongjoong’s thumb rubbed your clit in a circular motion. Sparks of pleasure shot throughout your body. He smirked. “Cum for me. I know you want to.”

Your body responded to his command instantly. You were catapulted into euphoria, thighs shaking and release splattering onto his hand and lap. You couldn’t control the way your hips rocked as you rode out your high, and luckily he didn’t stop you. “Fuck…”

You yelped when you were suddenly sent flying backwards. Your ass landed on the cold desk and you looked at your boyfriend in confusion. He chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. You groaned when he knelt before you and latched his lips around your sensitive bud. You grasped his hair and cursed, pulling at his strands to get his attention. You cried out as he overstimulated you. “Too much! F-fuck!”

Hongjoong smirked up at you, tongue swirling around your mound of nerves. “Too much? Please, weren't you begging for me just a while ago? I’m just giving the needy slut what she wants.”

A loud, broken sob left your throat when he pinned your thighs down onto the table, leaving you no choice but to take every bit of sweet torture his tongue was dishing out.

His fingers dug into your skin. “Besides, I told you to take what I give you. Don’t tell me a needy little slut like you can’t handle it. I thought you wanted this? You came all the way here to my studio, so needy for me. Well here, you have me.”

Hongjoong delighted himself with your pussy, tongue plunging in and out, lips suckling at your clit, and fingers gripping your flesh tightly. He groaned into you every time you whined and pleaded, cock pulsing in his pants at every cry of his name.

Your thighs were sore from the way they strained against his grasp. You were so incredibly sensitive. You were needy and desperate for him and his touch and his pleasure, and now that he was giving it to you after what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, your body felt overwhelmed. It felt so good it hurt, the way his tongue flattened just right over your swollen sex. It was maddening and your next climax was gaining on you fast, your hands frantically grasping at the edge of the desk you sat upon to brace yourself. “Hongjoong!”

He heard your cry, and not even a moment later you were cumming on his tongue. His hands held your trembling thighs in place, keeping them from snapping shut around his head. Hongjoong continued to eat your wet pussy while your body shook above him, and he swore he could’ve busted just from the sight of your fucked out face alone. “Yeah, baby, it feels good, huh?”

You nodded while a raspy moan slipped from your lips. You watched him dive back in for more, and if it hadn’t been for his hold on you keeping you rooted to the desk, you would’ve flown away from the onslaught of agonizing pleasure. Your hand returned to his messy hair and pulled, earning a groan from him that sent vibrations straight through your core. “Hongjoong, it hurts!”

He chuckled. He pulled away from your sex for just a moment to admire how swollen and slippery it was. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it.”

Hongjoong didn’t let up for a while, and you were thankful it was so late at night and well passed the company hours, or else all of the staff would’ve heard him making a mess of you in his studio. The fog in your brain was thick and you barely even noticed him standing or removing his pants. The press of his cock against you snapped you back to reality, your body jolting when his tip teased at your entrance. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, enjoying the sight of the veins on his hand that were accentuated from his hand holding his cock.

He soothed the red marks left on your thigh with his free hand. He pushed just a little bit further into your heat. “I know a good little slut like you can take another orgasm, hm?” He pushed again. “Show me how good you take me,” he dipped his cock into you just a bit more and you whimpered. “Show me how needy you really are.”

Your back arched when he bottomed out in you with a single sharp thrust. He filled you up so good it had your brain short circuiting. “Fuck!”

Hongjoong leaned in to graze his lips against your ear. “Now go on, let me hear you scream. It’s after hours. It’s just me and you, baby.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — this has been written for so long; in fact this was a piece i’d written and posted last year, back when i was still posting fics on instagram. since it’s been a hot minute since i’ve posted a fic and since i’m currently not quite able to mentally function enough due to this fever, i thought i would post this. please enjoy!!

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[ddemonseonghwa]

Daddy’s Little Succubus Part 1

Okay so the first title was “Creamy” but I was like “y’all not ready for that yet” so here we are

A/N: The title stands for exactly what you think it does. I’m a thot for Bang Chan. And this came out of my whore mind because I’m on my period rn. That’s it. That’s the author’s note. Good day.

Rich Dilf CEO Bang Chan x Succubus Female Reader NSFW (one shot, or maybe?)

Warning: Quite a bit of cum. Oops. Rough sex. Butt plug. Choking. Size kink. Just so,,, many,,, NSFW things. Gotta satisfy that inner whore, you know?

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“So fucking pretty….” He remarked lowly, his mouth attached to her dripping pussy. He’d been eating her pussy on his office desk for roughly ten minutes and in such a short amount of time, he was able to make her cum more than once. Overstimulated, but responsive to the pleasure. “D-daddy…. S-so good….” She whispered. His tongue slipped up her pussy slowly, triggering another orgasm unexpectedly. Chan eagerly pulled her pussy onto his face, licking up her cum and swallowing it like he did the previous orgasms. In the previous ones, he let some of her cum drip onto and down his face and he spread it onto her pussy to keep her wet. He also often loved the feeling of her cumming on his face. But this time he wanted to swallow all of it, which he did because he loved the taste of her cum. He was addicted to it at that point. He pulled away after kissing her cum-soaked clit, his tongue licking up the cum on his thick, plump lips and the corners of his mouth.

“Your pussy is so pretty and tasty, kitten.” He said seductively. She looked up at him, her blushing face turned directly to him. “I could eat that little pussy anywhere at any time.” He told her as he scooted between her legs. She reached out and stroked his extremely prominent bulge in his pants. “I-I need you. Please, daddy, your cock is so hard. Please let me help you.” She begged. He smirked, unbuttoning his skinny black slacks. “You need me? You need my cock, kitten?” He asked as he freed his thick, long cock and let her stroke it a few times before coming closer. She directed it down to where she needed it most. “Yes, daddy…! Need you so ba—

Before she could finish, he’d shoved his cock into her pussy. She gasped loudly, looking into his eyes as he bottomed out inside of her. “Mmmmph…. Kitten, every time we do this you’re so tight. I love the way your tiny little pussy wraps around my cock.” He said deeply. She reached out to grab his arms. “I wanna fill you up so good, baby girl… I wanna fuck so much of my cum into you that you feel it for days, make you drip with my cum. Would you like daddy to do that?” He asked as he slowly thrusted into her. She nodded frantically, her eyes looking so fucked out already.

“Y-yes….!” She yelled out. He grabbed a hold of her neck as he began to go faster, his cock hitting her sweet spot way too easily. He began choking her nicely, just enough so she could still breathe. But his muscular, veiny arm and hand felt way too good, it made her pussy gush. Her eyes rolled back as she nearly cried in pleasure. Chan gripped one of her thighs and her hip with the other hand as he began to thrust harder. This was what he loved— fucking his succubus girlfriend the way he loved to; rough, wet, nasty, sinful, kinky. He loved fucking her, knowing she was down bad for anything he was into. So many times when they were together, they would be doing so many sexual things. With her having the sex drive of a sex-deprived individual and him having the sexual frustration of being a billionaire business owner/producer/CEO and single father with the stress of daily life, their sex drives were perfectly compatible. Not to mention the things they were into were just about the same. The amount of things they’ve done is almost astronomical at this point.

They have fucked in back rooms in the nightclub he always go to, they have fucked at her job at the music studio she works at, they have fucked in his office since he was a rich CEO, Chan has eaten her pussy on his desk and hers when he’s come to see her at work, she has given him a blow job at his desk and under his desk during a meeting, she has cock warmed him while he’s worked at home and in his office, he’s fucked her on his luxurious couch at his home and in front of his glistening Christmas tree until her pussy was covered in mouth-watering white streaks of his cum because he, quote, “wanted to make them match”, he’s fingered her until she squirted on his desk, she’s given him a hand job in his office until he came on her face and tits, they’ve done more under the mistletoe than kissing, and so much more. Chan is more than capable of making her feel pleasure.

“Open up, kitten. Daddy’s gonna cum….!” He instructed. She got onto her knees as best as she could. She sat on her legs and waited for his cum, watching as his seed landed onto her face. Chan grunted, stroking his cock roughly and watching as his cum landed onto her face with some of it dripping onto her voluptuous tits down below. She waited until he was completely done, trying to capture everything in her mouth. When he was done, he sighed as he used his thumb to push the cum on her face into her mouth in a gentle way. She swallowed it eagerly and looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Fuck, kitten. You’re so sexy, I have to admit.” He told her. She giggled innocently, taking the last of his cum and swallowing it. “It’s the skirt, isn’t it? I thought you’d like the black skirt the most.” She said. He chuckled as he pulled her up and pressed the black jeweled plug back into her ass, having used that hole earlier as well. “It’s you in general. I have to wrap things up here at the office. How about I meet you at my place later for dinner? I could have you for dessert later, too.” He offered. She picked up her shirt and pulled it on over her bra after putting it on. She smirked seductively and kissed him on the lips.

“Sure, I’d love to. I love helping you relieve your sexual frustration, daddy.”

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[ethereal-engene]

Drunken Confessions

pairing: dance-instructor!Hoshi x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slice-of-life, non-idol!AU, and friends to lovers // warnings: mentions of drinking, food, cursing, and not proof-read

summary: When a night out drinking with Soonyoung gives him enough liquid courage to confess his true feelings to you // word count: ~2.3k

note: I’m sure that this has been written about but I can’t stop thinking about it so enjoy :)

“Come on, yn-nie, you’ve got to come with us to drink tonight!! It’ll be so fun and I promise you’ll have a good time.“ Hoshi whined to you and was giving you his best puppy eyes. Argh, how can you say no to that? 

You’re not much of a drinker but you definitely enjoy drinking from time to time. “Fine, fine. I’ll come with you but I hope you don’t intend on drinking so much, you always get so drunk and then I have to take care of you.” Replying with this, he jumps up and down. 

Once you had to stop Hoshi from roaring at people. You can’t not give into him and his spreading the tiger agenda. Have you seen him when he does it? It’s adorable but funny. Very on brand for him to do that. 

You met Soonyoung while dropping off your younger brother at dance practice. Turns out that your brother’s dance instructor is pretty cute, funny, kind, and so many other adjectives. Over the course of months, a friendship was built. Sometimes after the practice had ended, you’d spend time talking about trivial things like how your day was going to share stories. It would drag on for so long that your brother would poke you or whisper in your ear that it’s getting late and he wants to go home.

He was too shy to say it out loud. Taking a look at the time, you pat his head and get up. “Wahhh, I didn’t even notice the time! It’s getting dark and we’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you next time!” Waving goodbye and walking away with your brother. Right before you two are out of his sight, he runs out to yell “Get home safely and see you tomorrow!” 

Your little brother laughs and screams back “Thank you!!” Waving him goodbye again, your heart melts. How could one be so cute? When you’re buckling him into a car seat, he looks up at you with an ever so slightly mischievous grin. “What’s that face for?” 

“Y/n, do you like Hoshi?” Your face starts to heat up. “Maybe, why and who told you that?” You start to tickle him before he gets a chance to answer. “N.. no-one! Stop tickling me!! I hope you know he likes you too.” He manages to say in between laughs.

“Hmm, what makes you think that?” Tilting your head at him while raising your eyebrows. “He talks about you sometimes and asks me how you are.” You can’t help but laugh nervously as you get into the driver's seat. “Well that’s interesting, I thought he was just being friendly.” 

“Y/n, not to be mean but he makes nasty goo-goo eyes at you whenever you come.” You take a glance in the mirror to see your brother’s face. He’s making a fake throw up noise accompanied with a gross face. “Yah, don’t be mean!” 

On the drive home, you think about it and your heart grows fonder of the thought of him and you becoming something more. It’d be cute and fun to date him. It’ll only be a matter of time until one of you confesses. You can count on it because as much as you’re growing to like him, you’ve learned that he can’t keep things inside too well.

He spilled the details on when his next performance would be and when your little brother’s performance was going to be. Mind you, he was of course not supposed to tell anyone as it’s supposed to be a surprise. Yet, the moment you walked into the practice room, it was the first thing he told you. 

Yet another on brand thing for him to do. You laugh when he tells you because the next thing you know, your little brother is play hitting him for not keeping it a secret like he told the class to do. “Oh yeah… I’m not supposed to say anything. Oops?” Scratching his head with a small smile being worn on his face. “Anywayssssss, y/n! How was your day and have you eaten yet?” 

And just like that, the whole spilling the secret thing is over. You swear one day, it’ll be the reason for his downfall. Until then, you’ll have to be careful not to let the cat out of the bag around people who aren’t supposed to know about it.

Anyhow, back to the main story. As you got ready for the night out with Soonyoung and the rest of his friend group, you were sure to let him know that you were almost done. He wanted to pick you up and everything. Thank god him for that because you were tired of driving places all the time.

You joke that you should have a permanent passenger card or something. When he texts you that he’s here, you kiss your little brother goodnight and take your leave. It’s a bit chilly outside, but you hadn’t anticipated it being that much colder than before.

Hoshi opens the doors for you and hands you his extra jacket. He likes to have an extra jacket in case he ever needs an extra layer or if someone needs it. In any case, he’s very glad that he double checked to see if there was one in his car already. “Let me know if you’re still feeling cold, I’ll give you my jacket!”

Your eyes widen upon hearing that and your heart beats a little louder than before. “No, no it’s okay! This one is making me feel warm enough, thank you again. Now come on, let’s go get our party on!!” 

He chuckles at your excitement and drives off. The music playing is from a combined playlist that way y’all don’t get bored of listening to the same songs or artists. Every once in a while, he’ll come across a song he really likes from your choices and is already conjuring up another idea to teach for his next lesson.

As you guys arrive, he opens the door for you again and leads the way. You greet everyone and catch up with them. It’ll always be sweet but strange how they all came to be friends. Before Hoshi can ever get a drink, you make him give you his keys. Someone has to be the designated driver between the two of you. 

He hands them to you and rushes to get a drink. It’ll never fail to amaze you how quickly he can get drunk. As you’re talking to Woozi about your job and his music, Soonyoung hands you a mocktail. Taking a sip and it’s actually pretty good. You thank him and continue with your conversation.

You don’t see the way he looks at you as he’s behind you but Woozi notices it. Soonyoung looks at you like you’re the only one in the room, despite being in a club full of people. Jihoon can’t help but smirk. Thinking to himself that his best friend better confess soon or else he’s going to spend the rest of his life regretting it.

As the night flies by, you occasionally join Hoshi on the dance floor as he tears up the stage as he would sober. The cheers from the crowd go wild and it fuels him even more. He could be so drunk but still manage to pull a couple of dance moves to make the people there hyped. You wonder if he’s even a real human because what type of human is he??

When you’re not dancing with him and he finds you alone, he’ll drag you onto the dance floor. Just because you’re sober and designated driver doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. Plus he feels bad if he brought you here and you didn’t enjoy it. So he makes the most of it, even if it mean’s embarrassing himself. It makes you laugh uncontrollably as he busts out some ridiculous dance moves.

He pauses while you laugh, and wants to remember these moments — moments where he’s the one behind your laughter and smile. He’s told himself that the next time you come by, he’s gonna tell you that he likes you and wants to go out. But he gets caught up in talking to you about the day, so much that the thought of telling you slips through his fingers. 

To make sure that he’s not all shit-faced, it’s your turn to drag him away somewhere. Getting some water, you sit him down & hand him the water to drink. He refuses a couple of times, insisting that what he really needs is more alcohol. “No, no. Soonyoung, listen to me. You need water first!” He pouts at your command but eventually drinks some water. Once you’re satisfied, you let him go. 

~ Small time-skip ~

It’s now almost midnight and that means you have to leave or else you won’t be able to wake up on time for work. You search for Soonyoung and work your magic to get him in the car to drive to his place. 

As expected, he’s on the dance floor and whines against going home. There’s nothing left to do than forcefully drag him out of the club. Before that, you bid everyone goodnight, send them messages that you hope they get home safely, and pay the tab. 

“Hoshi, come on. You can walk, your legs are working. I know they are because you were just dancing just fine minutes ago. Now the faster we get to the car, you can sleep it off.” 

His weight slowly shifts off your shoulder but he leans his head on your shoulder. Unfortunately Soonyoung walks slowly while drunk and you’re carefully walking so his head doesn’t fall on the ground. 

Y’all are walking in silence until sniffles come out of him. There’s no way you could continue to walk. So you stop and take a good look at him. His eyes are glimmering with water filling his eyes. “What’s wrong?? Do you need water, a hug, or something?” These are some of the questions that spill out of your mouth. 

“Nothings wrong, y/n. I’m just really glad to know you and thank you for always taking care of me. You make me really happy and I’ve liked you for a while now but I’ve been too scared to tell you. I want the world to know that I want to be your boyfriend, but only if you want me too.” He says that all in one breath. Tears start to fall and he beats you by saying something first. “God, you make me so happy and if you give me the chance to be yours, you won’t regret it.” He starts to cry into your shoulder and in an attempt to make it stop, you can rub his back & bring him into a hug. 

Out of all the ways, you expected a confession; you couldn’t have expected a drunken one. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk. If you really like me, tell me when you’re sober.” 

You smile and help him get into the passenger’s seat. He sleeps all the way there and wakes up just in time before you park. With a little bit of your help, y’all make it his apartment. From there, you set him down on the couch and crash on his bed. 

The next morning, you wake up before him and decide to make him some breakfast along with preparing a hangover cure. God knows that he needs one. He wakes up to the sound of sizzling and struggles to actually get up. Especially with his head pounding and he can’t remember what the fuck happened last night. 

Seeing that he’s awake, you bring him over the drink and breakfast. With a quick thank you, he dives right in eating it. All he can remember from last night is dancing and a small clip of being hugged by you. He hopes that he didn’t do anything embarrassing again or accidentally say something stupid. 

Being the guy he is, he’s going to ask because knowing himself he definitely did something. “Hey y/n, just curious. Did I by chance do anything last night for you to hug me?” 

It stops you in the tracks and question if you should tell him or not. Honestly you lose nothing if you tell him so you tell him. “Uhm yeahhhh, you kind of confessed but I responded with if you really like me, tell me when you’re sober.” 

After admitting it, you quickly walk away to do something. But in the back, you hear Hoshi spitting out his drink. Probably because he wasn’t expecting that and not even a minute passes by, and he rushes so quickly to stop you.

Smoothly wrapping his hand around your waist and using his other hand to bring your face so that you look at him. 

“Y/n, I like you so much and I swear I’m sober and that even when I was drunk, I meant every word. It would make me so happy if you let me be yours and you be mine! I hope you know that I’ll try my hardest to not let you down and make sure you don’t regret saying yes to me. But also no pressure to give me answer right now, I don’t even know if you like me back and thanks-“

You place your index finger to shut him up. “Can I kiss you?” You ask him and he nods with stars in his eyes. And so you lean forward to give him a kiss. “Soonyoung, I like you too and gosh you’re so incredibly adorable. It would make me very happy too if you’d be mine. I will also try my hardest to not let you down either.”

Who knew dealing with a drunk Hoshi one night would turn into this? 

Thank you so much for reading! LMAO honestly speaking I didn’t mean for this to be this long but I guess I got carried away.

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[woosluv]

everything i didn’t say — hongjoong

- pairing: fem!reader x hongjoong

- rating / genre: G / fluff, angst, friends to lovers

- word count: 2.8k

- warnings: bad writing 🤡, eating scenes throughout, slight emotional constipation from everyone, mention of anxiety throughout, mentions feeling abandoned, heartbreak and then everything works out lol, kissing

- note: this moves kinda fast since it is a one shot for a specific person lol. this is also loosely inspired by everything i didn’t say by 5sos, except they were never in an official relationship. also, it takes like a weird turn and shifts weird halfway through? and this is my first work i’ve written since i last posted so i’m still getting into the groove of things i’m sorry 😭 anyway! this is dedicated to @carmelakimtodoroki for the special exchange event in @kflixnet !! hope you like what i wrote for you <3 @underworldnet

you sigh as you rub your eyes in exhaustion. another late night studying had snuck up on you. and even though you had promised your best friend you would try to keep your studying to a reasonable hour, you had gotten carried away going through all your case studies your professor had recommended you read.

you sit there for a moment before your stomach rumbles, breaking the silence in your room. you grab your stomach, hunger taking over now that you weren’t distracted by your studies. you decide it’s time to stop for the night, both your body and the time on your clock urging you to eat and sleep before you pass out at your desk.

you quickly got up and slipped an oversized hoodie and your pink slippers before making your way out of the apartment and towards the 7/11 down the street. you take the moment to take in the fresh air and the sound of the wind blowing softly passed you.

“yn!” you turn to face the direction the voice came from, a smile pulling at your lips when you see it’s your best friend, hongjoong. “joong.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath when he engulfs you in a warm embrace.

“why don’t you have pants on?” you open your eyes and look towards hongjoong in confusion. “what do you mean?” you lift your hoodie to showcase your pink shorts hiding underneath the large hoodie. hongjoong looks at you with a cute pout, an underlying firmness hidden behind it as he whined to you. “next time you wanna go out late at night, invite me. i don’t want anything happening to you. there’s a lot of bad people around.” you nod, looping your arm around his so you can pull him the rest of the way towards the bright convenience store just ahead. “you got it. now let’s go get some food, i’m starving.”

hongjoong followed you around the convenience store with a basket in hand, ready for when you picked out another snack you were craving. you spoke absentmindedly as you stated at the ice cream freezer. “let’s get ice cream after we finish eating.” hongjoong agrees and follows you to the cashier, putting his card on the counter as you reached for your wallet in your pocket.

you pouted. “i was gonna pay.” hongjoong chuckled as he grabbed the bag of food and walked towards the counter to heat everything up. “it’s fine. you can pay for the ice cream.” you sigh and nod in agreement.

“how’s your studying going?” you look at hongjoong leaning against the counter, arms propped on the edge behind him. you look him over as you speak. “it’s fine, i had a lot of work to do today but the case studies are really interesting.” hongjoong nods as he listens to you intently. “i see you’re still forgetting to eat dinner.” he’s scolding you now and you can’t help the blush that heats your face at his observation. “i told you, i don’t do it on purpose. i just lose track of time.”

hongjoong is carefully bringing your bowl of food towards you, speaking only once he’s placed it in front of you, one hand leaning on the table and the other on the back of the stool you’re sitting on as he speaks. “maybe i should make you live with me or something, because how am i supposed to make sure you’re taking care of yourself otherwise. i won’t know for sure unless i’m the one taking care of you.”

hongjoong is speaking to himself but you turn away at the way the heat rushes back to your face. “what are you even saying hongjoong.” you scoff as you bring a bite of food up to your mouth. hongjoong chuckles as he brings a hand up to wipe the sauce away from your chin and the corners of your mouth. “i’m saying you’re really just my big baby that i need to take care of 24/7.” you stare at him as he goes back to the counter to heat up his own food.

x

hongjoong meant what he said that night. he practically lived with you at this point, showing up at your doorstep at any hour with take out in hand or groceries to cook for you. he would knock out on the couch for a bit and when it was getting too late for hongjoong, he’d pull your glasses off your face and guide you to your bed where he’d tuck you in and then join in right behind you.

you’d seen more of hongjoong in a week than you had in the past month. his new dedication to really taking care of you all day every day brought on astray thoughts that you had never really considered since you first met the pretty boy all those years ago.

you pull yourself out of your head when you realize you were staring at hongjoong as he strummed random chords on his guitar, humming words you couldn’t quite hear. you decide it’s time for a break and join him on the couch.

“can you play something for me? it’s been a while since i’ve heard you play.” hongjoong nods as he takes a second to think of what he wants to play for you and then set up. you smile as you listen to the soft strumming of his fingers on the guitar.

the notes floated nicely around the room, the sweet tone of hongjoong’s voice following close behind. you watched as he immersed himself fully into the song, eyes closed as he sang each word wholeheartedly. you smiled as you watched him, so in his element and so authentically himself without a doubt.

just as he reached the bridge, the ringing of a phone startled you both out of whatever trance you were in. hongjoong’s eyes opened, flitting around the table as he searched for his phone. you decided to go get something to drink for you both as he picked up the phone.

“hello?” you could hear him answer the phone. you turned away as you pulled the pitcher of juice you made out of the fridge. “what? yeah. why?” you could hear the annoyance creeping up in his voice as the conversation continued. you looked at him worriedly. you could tell he was trying to be subtle and not let his emotions get out of control. finally, the conversation seemed to come to an end. “fine.”

you turned to put away the pitcher when you saw him stand and put his phone in his pocket. hongjoong sighed before gathering all his things in his bag and turning towards you. “sorry, i have to go. i’ll see you later, yeah?” you smiled and nodded as he made his way out the door.

x x

you didn’t see him later. in fact, you hadn’t seen him since that very moment when hongjoong walked out of your apartment 6 months ago. he had disappeared into thin air for a while. he didn’t answer your first few texts where you expressed your worry and asked if he was ok, you never saw him on campus anymore, and all your calls to his phone wouldn’t even go through. you let it be after the first few times. you had taken the hint and went on with life, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered around the crowd of faces every time you stepped on campus.

you sighed as you averted your eyes to the ground. you didn’t want to disappoint yourself for the umpteenth time in the past couple of months. you scolded yourself internally, telling yourself that it wasn’t worth it. that he wasn’t worth it.

suddenly, you’re stumbling back, two large hands grabbing you by your arms to steady you. “oh my goodness, i’m sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going. are you ok?” you were looking forward now to see who you had accidentally bumped into.

it’s a tall boy, eyes soft and worried as he looked you over. you nodded. “i’m fine. i wasn’t even close to falling. and besides, i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you offer him a smile. he sighs in relief. “uh, can i offer you come eat with me and my friends later? i feel bad now.” you put your hands up and shake your head. “you really don’t have to. it’s no big deal.”

the guy looks at his watch before he puts his hand out towards you. “give me your phone. i’ll put my number in and text you the spot and time.” you don’t know why you’re so compliant, but you give this random, nameless guy your unlocked phone after he asked for it. he hands it back. “i’ll see you later. bye!” and he’s off running in the opposite direction.

x x x

you honestly forget about your run in with the random guy earlier in the day. you were busy with school and rushing to get assignments done between classes. you’re just going about your day normally until your phone buzzes with a message.

yunho: meet at kbbq spot on the corner of first and third at 5 pm !

you smile at the text. of course. he even sounded cute over text. you respond in acknowledgment and continue with your homework until you need to get ready. but you can’t focus. not when you have dinner with a cute guy and his possibly cute friends in two hours. you sigh and lean back in your chair, holding your tummy as it tightens with anxiousness.

you decided you needed a shower to calm your nerves and also to freshen yourself up. the warm water relaxed your body and the smell of your floral scented soap calmed your senses.

with a newfound sense of calm, you opened your eyes and began washing your body, taking your time to scrub every part that you could reach and then treating yourself with your favorite body scrub afterwards.

you took your time looking through your clothes before settling on a lavender knitted sweater, light wash jeans, and your classic high top converse. something simple but still cute and satisfying. after you pinned your fringe back, you grabbed your bag and pulled out your phone to text yunho that you were on your way.

you spotted yunho first when you arrived. he smiled big as you approached, his hair jumping slightly as he excitedly bounced in his spot. you smiled back. “hey!” yunho pulled you towards where you guessed his friends were sitting. “hey! i’m glad you could make it. my friends are already sitting, they were waiting for us.” you nodded and followed him in excitement. “i hope they weren’t waiting too long.” yunho shook his head. “nah. and if they did, so what? they can wait.” you laughed at yunho’s words.

“hey everyone, this is the person i was telling you about.” you look across the table and freeze when you see who’s seated there. a chorus of greetings echoes around but you can’t help but just stand there as you think of a million ways you could possibly escape right now. you looked at yunho as he began introducing everyone. “this is seonghwa, yeosang, that’s san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho and that's hongjoong. and yuna is wooyoung’s girlfriend, mina is with seonghwa, and haneul is with hongjoong.” despite the wave of emotions you were feeling, you couldn’t help the genuine smile that pulled at your lips when you saw how happy and excited yunho was to introduce you to his friends, even though the situation had just rocked your world. “guys, this is yn.”

dinner had been going pretty well, with minimal contact with hongjoong. yunho, mingi and wooyoung had been keeping you busy for the most part, playing around and asking all sorts of questions. “oh my god!” wooyoung laughed at mingi as he sat there, pouting at the giant red stain on his pants.

you laughed a bit at the two before looking through your bag and pulling out a tiny tide stain remover stick. “maybe this will work?” mingi snatched it quickly and immediately rubbed at the stain on his pants. the stain didn’t completely lift, but it looked significantly better than how he had started. “ynnie, thank you so much. my life savior, i could kiss you right now.” you laughed as you grabbed the stick back from him. the comfort you felt with them brought out a side you had only ever shared with your closest friend who sat a couple chairs down. “dang, at least take me out first.” mingi doubled over in laughter at your words, causing you to smile big as you grabbed a few pieces of meat from the grill to place on the others plates.

x x

dinner had gone well and with no hiccups and now you were walking home, taking your time and taking in your surroundings. you were in a great mood, no doubt.

“hey, wait up!” you’re interrupted by someone’s gentle hand on your shoulder. you turn around to face the culprit and start panicking inside when you see hongjoong. “hey.” his cheeks and nose are pink from the cold weather, but you can’t help but think about how soft and cute he looks at this moment. he has a girlfriend.

your voice doesn’t want to work when you go to respond. “hey.” your voice is soft as you look him in the eyes, taking in how much his features have changed since the last time you saw him. he even looked at you with those same eyes, all soft and gentle as he took care of you.

“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry.” you’re a bit stunned and confused. “what do you mean?” hongjoong looks at you confused. “for everything. for invading your space 24/7, for not telling you anything, for not calling or texting… for leaving you with no explanation that day.” you exhale loudly at his apology. you never thought you’d hear an apology from him, let alone see him again.

“i had to leave. they made me leave you.” you put your hands out to stop him. “why are you apologizing?” hongjoong falters and begins fidgeting around when you ask him that. “look, i appreciate it, but i don’t understand. it felt like you played me, like everything was a lie. you hurt me, hongjoong.”

“i know, i know. i didn’t mean to.” you shake your head. “no, hongjoong. i don’t think you do know. do you know how it feels to be taken care of, loved, cherished so deeply?” hongjoong nods at your question. “and do you know how it feels to have that ripped away out of nowhere with zero explanation? abandoned? and the thoughts that ran through my head?” you scoff when hongjoong just looks at you. “goodbye, hongjoong.” you go to turn away but he grabs your wrist. “wait.”

your upset and you want to leave so you can lay in bed and cry over losing your best friend and the only man you had ever truly loved the way that you did. “what, hongjoong. i’m tired, i want to go home.” hongjoong could see the tears welling up in your eyes. “do you remember the song i sang for you that day?” you take a deep breath and look away for a moment to catch your breath and push the tears down. “yeah, i do.” he sighed. “you remember the words?” you looked at him and nodded.

“i could never tell you because i was too scared of ruining our friendship, but i love you.” the air was knocked out of you in that instant. “i’ve loved you since the moment we met when you got mad at me for passing my test perfectly without trying when you worked so hard. i’ve loved you since graduation when you got me that personalized guitar and took me busking in different cities all night to support my dreams. i loved you then and i love you now.”

you’re speechless. “but you have a girlfriend.” hongjoong takes that as a good sign and chuckles as he grabs your hands. “she’s not actually my girlfriend, just someone my parents have been trying to set me up with. the guys like her and get along, so i bring her around sometimes.” you nod. “so… what do you say?” you look at him for a moment, trying to process everything you just heard.

you smile at him and then nod. hongjoong smiles back before placing both his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in close. “thank you.” he whispers so softly you can barely hear him. the only thing you do is reach up a little further before placing your lips on his. you pulled back slightly so you could speak to him softly. “i love you too.”

[tohokuu]

blue peaches - park seonghwa

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warnings : needy pervert ! seonghwa, public sex, whining, praises, degradation, nipple play, fingering, sorta-subby reader.

word count : 2k

a/n : thoughts thoughts thoughts

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your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.

your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.

you belonged to seonghwa.

you tightened the straps of the skirt, tying them tightly against your hips so there was no room for slips. going without panties was gonna be a risky decision and you were scared of the outcomes if seonghwa found out.

the skirt was short, ending right above your fingertips and snug around your ass. it accentuated your curves perfectly and showed off your soft skin.

as you were putting in your earring, your doorbell rung. you knew who it was. no time was wasted as you quickly stepped down the stairs, opening the door for your handsome boyfriend.

his black hair cascaded past his eyes as he looked at you with adoration, not yet taking into consideration what you were wearing. he pulled you into his arms, kissing you slowly and tenderly, pulling away with a soft ‘pop.’

that’s when his eyes went wide, when he looked down at your figure. his eyes trailed from the thin necklace around your neck to the shiny white gel polish on your toes. you saw him visibly gulp, going quite for a second.

“do you like it ?” you asked him, smile beaming with pride and slight attitude.

he took a second to answer, registering his thoughts into his brain first. seonghwa cleared his throat, “y-yeah. it’s amazing. really, i love it. the belly piercing is.. wow.”

you smiled once again, pulling him close and placing a chaste kiss on his neck. “love you, now lets go!” you chimed.

the entire ride, seonghwa had suffered. his boner was getting hard to conceal and this date was getting longer and longer. he just wanted to go home, fuck you into the mattress and make you cry. however, he was stuck in this movie theatre with you, watching an overly sexual movie with terribly acted out scenes.

the actress moaned too loud for his liking, so seonghwa imagined it was you. he decided it was you on the screen. he wanted to be the one to fuck you right now. he wanted to hear your mellow moans, your agonising screams and the scratch of your gel acrylics against his muscular back.

“fuck, y/n. let’s get out of here.” he snapped. he grabbed your hand, leading you out the theatre, earning a few boo’s from the other people watching. you offered slight apologies as you were pulled down the hallway and into the family bathroom of the AMC.

“seonghwa, what’s wro-“ you started but he cut you off. his mouth was on yours and his hands were on your hips. you kissed back, happy that your plan had worked.

“gonna wear slutty outfits like this and expect me not to react ? god, you’re infuriating.” he degraded. you whined into his mouth, kissing him harder.

“baby, just fuck me then.” you begged him.

seonghwa wasted no time in turning you around, bending you over the sink and pulling your skirt up.

“not even fuckin’ panties ? god, you’re such a slut.” he spat. you cried out loud as he spanked your ass, pussy dribbling juice down your thigh.

more spanks landed until your ass was red and you were begging him to stop. “seonghwa, ‘s burning.” you cried to him. however, he put a hand on your throat, choking you into submissiveness as he used his other hand to undo his jeans.

“gonna fuck the audacity out of you, baby.” he promised you. you nodded, feeling ecstatic as seonghwa’s cock breached your cunt. the burning stretch of his length was always new; you’d never get used to it.

he thrusted in and out quickly, his own voice whiney and nasally as he moaned at the tightness of your cunt. “feel so good, baby,” he told you. you bit your lip, trying to quiet down your moans but seonghwa didn’t seem to be having any of that.

he reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves furiously. another hand trailed through your shirt, picking and pulling at your nipples.

you screamed in ecstasy, scared you might get kicked out but the slight enjoyment of public sex felt so good. you might leave here arrested but the drag of seonghwa’s cock in your tight pussy was too good to give up.

his tongue prodded at your neck and shoulder, sucking marks into the skin. there was not an inch left of clean skin on you as long as seonghwa kept his work up.

“seonghwa ! seonghwa, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard all over your cock, baby…” you cried out, barely able to get the words out. you sounded so so slutty, it made seonghwa’s head spin.

he could barely focus on pleasuring you when your cries and moans kept making him so so dizzy.

“shh, gonna come too, baby. gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?” he asked you.

you quickly turned, eyes teary and face funny with black mascara. you nodded quickly, trying to connect your lips with his. seonghwa agreed, pressing his to yours as well.

you both moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your impending orgasm approaching quickly. seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppier and your cunt got tighter. you felt the knot in your stomach get more and more tense until a few more thrusts deep inside your cunt and you were a messy pool of tears and overflowing cum.

it leaked from your pussy despite seonghwa pushing it back in. he turned you around quickly, pressing you up into the sink as your legs wrapped around his waist.

he pressed his cock back inside you, thrusting harder and harder until his orgasm was overwhelming him. his cock spurted more cum inside you, so much so that you couldn’t even hold it in.

your cunt spasmed, barely able to hold in the potent offering your lover had given you. “feels s-so good.” you cried as he kept thrusting deep inside you, just barely hitting your cervix.

“ ‘m gonna cum one more time, hwa!” you cried to him. he nodded, leaning his head into your neck as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, barely thrusting inside anymore.

the knot from earlier formed again until it got tighter and finally snapped. your thighs shook and you pulled seonghwa close to you, needing a grip on reality.

“mmm, hwa! ‘m so messy. gonna have to clean me up, baby.” you told him. he nodded, grabbing a few towels from the napkin holder and cleaning your thighs and cunt gently from the mess.

he scooped in a dallop that was sopping from your cunt, earning a hiss from you. he held it up to your lips, silently asking you to open. you accepted, parting your lips to lick off the mess of yours and his juices mixed together. it formed a bittersweet flavor that was light enough to not leave a taste in your mouth.

“feel okay now, hm?” you asked him. he giggled against your neck, rubbing circles with his thumb against your hips.

“wait till we get home. gonna spank your ass red until you learn not to wear such slutty outfits in public anymore.”

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[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Warnings: werewolf Chan! Bunny Female named Reader (aka maya) detailed violence and detailed smut!

Chan was walking through the forest in his wolf form when he smelt the scent of blood, he took off towards the scent worried that one of his pack members got hurt but he becomes shocked when he ran across bunny shifters that were being attacked by a wild fox.

Chan reacted quickly when he made eye contact with a certain bunny who was curled up against others, he wrapped his mouth around the fox's neck and snapped the wild fox's neck. Once he made sure the wild fox was lifeless he dropped it and let out a howl of victory.

When his pack answers back, Chan shifts into his human form and glances over at the bunny shifters before speaking "Shift, all of you."

Chan watches all the bunny shifters shift into their human form, his eyes lock on the one in the middle who he was looking at before, his eyes roll over her curvy slightly big form he puts his hand down and over his cock, trying to hide the hard on he was getting by looking at her nakedness.

"Thank you for saving us." A female spoke walking in front of the girl he was looking at, causing him to growl deeply causing a few of the other bunnies to whimper.

Chan walks over to them after that and he stands in front of the female to speak to her but his eyes don't meet hers, only the eyes of the woman he feels drawn to, the one that stared at him back and he spoke firmly "Why were you all out here?"

The woman in front of him was about to speak but he held his hand up and said "I want the one behind you to speak." He then gently pushes the female in front of him away and walks up to the beautiful curvy slightly bigger bunny shifter and he leans against the tree, staring into her brown eyes.

The female brings her hand up and Chan watches her like a hawk, his whole body shivers when the female touches his neck and that's when he feels the sparks and sees them he watches the sparks in her eyes.

Chan's whisper was low, soft but he knew everyone heard the next word that came out of his mouth which was "Mate."

The female gaps softly from his words and she whispers "I'm Maya." Chan leans forward, pushing his forehead against hers, he grunts softly as he starts to nuzzle her as he speaks "I'm Chan."

Maya shivers and goes to wrap her arms around but stops causing Chan to whisper "It's okay, touch me." Maya blushes and wraps her arms around his neck and on top of his shoulders, nuzzling her nose against his.

Chan smiles and he wraps one of his arms around her lower back.

A cough from behind him causing him to growl and he looks over his shoulder to the female who spoke up, he glares and speaks up "What?"

The female rolls her eyes and says "sense clearly you can't keep your paws off of my sister and sense clearly she doesn't want to tell you why we are all out here, I'll tell you. We are out here because we're looking for a new home-"

Chan cuts her off and says "If you go straight for about five miles and then turn right, you'll come across a huge cabin, that's my home with my pack, go there. My pack already knows that you're coming."

The female scoffs before saying "what if they try to kill us."

Chan groans before growling loudly "They won't, my howl alerted them that others are nearby, Just go." Chan squeezes the tree that he is leaning against with his mate, caging her in by his arm.

When the female goes to speak he squeezes the tree harder causing a large crack sound to echo through the forest.

Maya whimpers in fear causing Chan to look at her and nuzzles her face with hers, and while he does he watches the rest of the bunny shifters to walk away towards his direction that he gave, causing him to relax.

Chan melts into his mate's hold and slides down the tree with her and eventually onto the leaves on the ground as he starts to kiss her neck.

Maya whimpers and moans under him, kissing his chin and jawline, Chan moans softly as he blushes, his ear and face becoming flushed, and reaches down, and flicks her nub between her legs.

Once Maya felt the flick she opened her legs for him, moaning under him. Chan kisses her lips softly as he taps his cock against her wet folds and slips inside of her, causing both of them to moan.

Chan starts to thrust in and out of her gently holding her close "oh fuck-" he whispers, leaning down putting his face down and inside of her neck, pushing his body against hers as he keeps thrusting.

Maya whimpers softly underneath him arching her back in pleasure whispering "can you hold my hand?" Chan groans softly, before grabbing her hand and holds her close as he keeps thrusting in and out of her.

Maya moans as she stares up into Chan's eyes, her cheek becoming red and rosy which causes Chan to grunt and moan, moving his free hand against her rosy cheek.

Maya shivers and starts to feel a gut feeling which causes Chan to moan and whispers "you gonna cum babygirl?" Maya whimpers and nods, wrapping her arms around him as she cums around his cock. Chan grunts as he shoves his cock all the way inside of her cumming hard.

Due to being on top of his mate who was panting softly with her eyes closed, his canine Fangs pop out, he leans down when she turns her head to the side and he quickly claims her by biting into her neck causing her to whimper under him.

Chan keeps his fangs inside of her for about 30 seconds before pulling away, he licks her wound which causes it to heal up and which leaves a permanent scar bite, which will tell others to back off.

Chan sits up on his knees pulling Maya up with him and he whispers "I didn't hurt you too much did it?" Maya shakes her head gently in no motion and whispers "Can I claim you too?" Chan smiles, his heart feeling warm when she asks that.

"You can, where would you like to claim me?" Chan asks her softly, Maya blushes and points to his wrist. Chan holds up his arm, his wrist facing up. Maya blushes and leans down her bunny fangs popping out, which were small and sharp, she bites down into his wrist and keeps her fangs inside of him for about 30 seconds as well before pulling away.

Before Chan or Maya could say anything, they both became flooded with each other's memories which lasted 45 minutes.

"Your dad was an ass." Chan said, breaking the silence. Maya stares at his chest and she whispers "Yeah he was, your mom was beautiful by the way."

Chan smiles as he reaches over, pulling her naked body against his and he whispers "She was indeed, but you know what? You're beautiful too."

Maya blushes and wraps her arms around and pushes her face in his neck and whispers "you're a strong alpha and very handsome."

Chan chuckles as he blushes from her words and whispers "and you're such a sweetheart of an omega and very beautiful. "

[theyungihven]

Bathed In Sin • Incubus San ft incubi yunho

↬ pairing: incubi san × fem reader x incubi yunho

↬ genre: smut, supernatural, fantasy

↬ prequel (pt1) -> summoned

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, supernatural erotica, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, double penetration, magick, eventual threesome, reader is sedated to numb the pain, yunsan are OBSSESSED

↬ word count: 2.6k+

↬ author’s note: one of my favorite works yet, it has hints of gothic literature. i hope you like my new writing style <3

tags : @spiderlilyfics , @lustfuldevils @ddemonseonghwa

“His sweet voice calls you, as your body sways in his direction, dancing along the melody that slips off his lips. Oh, how lovely he is, an embodiment of an angel. Yet there is something unsettling about him, perhaps it’s his dark eyes that captivate your very essence and lure your soul to drown in its depths.”

A TRIP TO HELL CAN'T HURT THAT BAD, COULD IT??

A soul darker than the depths of hell creeps through the night and seeks shelter in the neon palace. It is a hideout full of young souls, escaping their reality when the shining star of the bright skies vanishes from their life, crumbling their hope to live. Amongst the feared dwellers of hell, the neon palace is notorious for hosting a fling party. In other words, if you aren’t much of a talker and are sex deprived, it’s a piece of heaven on Earth. 

The night traveller’s tired limbs slow him down, or is it the swarm of humans he’s walking through? The neon lights are a faint glow in the corner of his eyes, with the loud music deafening his ears. It becomes impossible for him to move through the crowd, but his nose catches a familiar scent in the neon palace, one which belongs to his dear friend. 

It is faint, as if etched onto something else or perhaps someone, under whom his friend has been seeking shelter, to help his growing thirst. He catches a glimpse of his friend’s rumoured lover, and she is as beautiful as the first night they spoke. The black dress clings to her skin, tracing the beautiful curves of her body as she chugs down another drink, slamming down the shot glass on the counter. His lips curl up in a mischievous smirk as a very dark idea enlightens his sinful mind. 

The harbourer of the scent meets his eyes, and she smiles. A sweet smile that awakens something in the pit of his stomach, an unfamiliar urge to mark her. The human body is indeed full of wonders. He recognizes that familiar curl of her lips. It is the very smile she flashed at him during the night when he enjoyed the company of her warmth engulfing his cock. His body longs for her touch, for her warmth to engulf him again and hold on it as if her life depended on pleasing him.

The thread of control breaks free and his irises flash a soft shade of pink as he approaches the woman in front of him. His steps fasten, pushing through the crowd as he heads in her direction. Her stare longs on his face, which she finds the most appeasing amongst the crowd at the neon palace. Her lips part to speak when he stands in front of her, but the words slipping off them fade in the air as loud music clouds their eardrums. His fingers curl around her cold wrists and it sparks a bolt of electricity under her skin, spreading warmth in the pit of her stomach as memories of their night together flash through her mind. 

“Missed me, kitten?” the resident of hell bends down to whisper in her ear, and she takes the opportunity to grasp his lips in a rather nasty kiss. He pushes her body against the bar table and grabs her hips, pressing his human form against hers.  

💖💖 

His sweet voice calls you, as your body sways in his direction, dancing along the melody that slips off his lips. Oh, how lovely he is, an embodiment of an angel. Yet there is something unsettling about him, perhaps it’s his dark eyes that captivate your very essence and lure your soul to drown in its depths. 

Your feet find themselves amongst many on the dance floor as your body flushes hot against his figure towering yours from behind. His arms find solace in the curve of your hips, spanning every inch of your clothed skin. The sensuous music drives to the edge of insanity, or is it simply his presence? 

The neon light fades in the distance, as your eyes dwell themselves in his never ending dark orbs and in the midst of it all, his arm sneaks behind your back. Its slender fingers slide lower, his cold fingertips grazing against your rather burning skin. A moan escapes your lips at his touch, and a victorious smirk sweeps across his lips at your reaction.

“I want to hear you, kitten.” His hot breath flutters against your ear as he whispers while his slick tongue stripes against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. “I want to hear the pretty sounds you make as I fuck you and mark you mine.” his teeth clench the top of your ear, and you can’t help but squirm.  

He twirls the heat in your stomach as every sorrow clouding your mind fades into thin air. Oh, dear saviour of dark nights, he has come to save you and enchant you with his magic. Your dear magician with his extravagant tricks that know your weakness too well. The light in the room flickers as you feel his aura darkening, and then it hits you, it’s the club restroom. Your back is pressed against the wall as his pretty lips dance with your lips in the room as dark as his aura, he charms you for the hundredth time tonight. Oh, my lovely magician, how many more heart swooning tricks have you got up your sleeve?

You long for his company, for his warmth, for his maddening scent, for his skilled fingers that thrust into your heat with ease and precision, as you fear without them, you might lose your road home on this dark night. He is dangerously addicting, your secret oasis in the desert of lost hope. You glance in his eyes for the millionth time, finding your burning lust mirroring in them. A sweet whimper gracefully falls off your lips as his slender digits brush against your sweet, taking you closer to oblivion with every curl and twist inside your heat. 

Your lungs fail to adapt with your burning desire when he fills you up, cutting your jagged breathing. His cock spreads your cunt with ease as if it had been made for him, or is it his magic acting upon you, enabling you to decipher reality from the world in your head again. 

Oh, how many nights you’ve spent wanting him to fill you up to the brim as his sweet moves help you reach heaven. The desire to be filled with his seeds, to be his toy has subsided many times, but not tonight. You are determined to lure him into your bed, ever burning thirst. To be nothing but a mere object to satisfy his never ending hunger. 

His harsh thrusts remind you of the night when you first crossed faiths, the night he stretched you open on his cock and watched you fall apart at his mercy. His fingers dig into your hip bones, as they hold you in place against the wall. The ecstasy of the moment surges through your blood as your vision is a blur. The demon groans as his overgrowing desires feed into his energy while his hips thrust into your wet womanhood at an insane pace only an incubus is capable of keeping up with, because he is born for this. 

Born to push you to your limits, he tests every bit of you and drives you to insanity with his magic tricks. His sharp canines bite your lower lip and you swear on your faithful best friend, he’s pure evil. The smile curling up his lips as he licks your blood coating them has you gasping for breath. Your scent drives him crazy, and his urges never seem to soothe. His control weakens every passing minute, nearing him to flick the switch and pound ruthlessly into you, chasing his high, but the resident of hell fears of hurting your fragile soul. 

The demon’s mind edges closer to insanity as alcohol intoxicates his mind in contrast to the human in front of him, whose consciousness waivers due to the liquid. He curses under his breath, horrid words in his mother tongue spewing off his lips. He brings his fingers forward to graze them against the soft skin of his human. A wicked smile crooks in the corner of his lips. The flip switches in his brain, and his primal brain takes over, determined to breed her. 

The room glows a bright white, everything around you changes as if he had walked you into a different universe with his magic, or have you finally attained insanity? The sweet scent of incense replaces the hard alcohol stuck in your nose as his feathery sweet touches reassure you. The neon glow of the room is now a faint golden glow, with hints of red. The fabric underneath you is soft against your skin, and his embrace beside you in the bed is warm.  “Where are we, master?” you ask, dumbfounded at the sudden change of materials in your reality.

“Welcome home, love. These are my chambers.” he whispers, his words nothing but a sweet melody to your ears.

“My home?” you question, facing him, and he moves to hover above you.

“You see, Yunho has a little dangerous obsession with you.” he hums, eyes trailing down your figure. “And…he likes his sluts well-fed. So… I'm taking that responsibility.”

“You like me, don’t you?” you ask him, your fingers centimetres away from his face, and when they touch his soft and supple skin, it sparks a tingle under your fingertips.

“Wrong words, my pretty doll. I’m in love with you.” his thumb caresses your bottom lip. “In love with every inch of you,” his dark eyes gaze into yours, sending a chill down your spine. “your scent, your lips, your pretty mouth,” his index slides down, tracing a straight line down your body and your back arches at his sensual touches. “your pretty cunt, your very existence. It drives me insane. How could someone so beautiful as you exist,” his fingers slide between the lips of the pussy, wet with slickness. “while being untouched and inbred? You deserve a reward for just existing, for being a pretty and obedient slut for me.” they fiddle with your clit, rubbing the pad of his tips in circular motion against it.  

“Sannie-” you moan out, when his fingers are replaced by his wet tongue licking at your entrance, circling the cavity. He speeds up his tongue and laps at your clit like a kitty. “So pretty~ you’re devastating kitten.” he remarks, drawing out his tongue and replacing it with his angry red cock. 

It is enormous, now that you’ve gained enough consciousness to observe it, and surprisingly differently coloured. Is that possible? You raise your eyes to look at San, but his giant figure acts as a canopy. Was he always this big? His form reflecting in the mirror standing opposite the bed is enormous. You observe the change of his skin-tone and form, and conclude that  he had discarded his human form. Oh, shit!

“You look so pretty moaning my name, kitten.” there isn’t time to grasp enough air when his head circles your entrance, eventually sinking in and spreading your velvety walls around his cock again. 

His giant demon form looms over you like a beast, and you take your time to caress his red horns, finding them fascinating. When your fingers graze against the bone of his horn, he groans and thrusts deeply in you. He is so big, that even your cunt doesn’t take him in completely. 

“Kitten, touch me again.” he growls, and you do as he says. Grazing your fingers against the curl of his horns, tracing the soft texture, and he moans, grasping your lips in a passionate kiss. His hips buck up to thrust deeper in your cunt as if he isn’t filling you up as you wrap your legs around his tiny waist. 

Greed, an emotion that even the demons can’t escape. It has you tied around your fingers, forcing you to act according to its will and to satisfy itself, whilst ignoring your weakening body. They say, it feeds on the weak, the ones who are outcasted by the society, so even the bottom of the society can taste power. But it strands you in an ocean full of narcissists, devoid of empathy and emotion.

“Fuck, do you even realize how lucky you are?” he hums on your neck, and you tug a little hard on his horns when he increases his speed. “God—you're made to fuck, kitten.” his groans increase in volume as his hips snap faster against yours and it loosens your hold on your miserably crippling sanity. Your vision blurs as you tighten your fingers around his horns and your throbbing pussy around his cock. Everything paints itself white when you reach your high and feel his warm seed fill you and drip down your things, eventually onto the velvet beddings. 

The demon is one mess when you sight him pulling out and lapping his cum slipping down your leaking cunt. The trail of his hot tongue against your sensitive skin is enough to make you moan, and he enjoys your sweet noises. You gasp when he collects the remaining cum with his fingers and uses them to torture your over-stimulated, red pussy. Bastard.  

“Yunho-” a shiver runs down your spine when you spot yunho in his demon form and in his glory. He has a blue robe covering his shoulders as he leans against the mirror and stares at you both. San’s face mirrors your terrified expression as he near you, grabbing your jaw. 

“Look at you slut, fucking my best friend. I didn’t fuck you like a whore last week to find you in my friend’s bed today.” the grip of his fingers curled around your jaw tighten with every second, and it painfully hurts. Your scent must have reached him. Oh, fuck - you are fucked-

“My doll can be an obedient slut and  take both of us? You can do that for us pretty, right?” yunho slurs his words as he gets on the bed and slips the robe off his shoulders. You know what's next, Yunho stuffing his cock down your throat, but when the light turns into a hue of red as you feel yourself sinking in the bed, his body hovers your tiny one. His skin glistens in the dim light, as if lighting on its own. What exactly can demons not do? Die? Your eyes are filled with amazement when both of them slip in you. San rests beside you, using your figure to cover himself; a trick to escape yunho’s wrath. Your brain stops thinking when yunho starts moving, his fingers pressing into your hip bone as if your body is made up of foam. 

The pleasure is overwhelming as it courses through your bones and your brain enjoys the ecstasy of the moment. Oh, only if your lovers has taken much care of your pleasures, it would have lasted longer. Your walls grip tightly on their cocks, feeling every inch of its skin and veins prodding through the appendage as they stay erect in your warmth. Were you enough to extinguish their burning desires? Oh, they do love you very much. The sweetness in yunho’s eyes behind the darkness clouding them explains everything. 

Your skin itches, as yunho’s glowing purple skin illuminates the dark room, and his eyes sport the colour golden for the time being. Then it fades down as he reaches his high, syncing with your own and you three reach your peaks at the same time. “y/n-” the taller demon cries, holding your wrist as he caresses something etched onto your skin, but before your eyes could sight the imprint, you lose consciousness and everything fades to white. Your breathing shallows and the demons get concerned. 

“What is it?” San, the red skinned demon, asks as he props up his elbow to look at yunho, who is crying? He stares confused at his best friend. What had happened, that lead yunho to shed tears? 

“She.. she has- she has the mark, Sannie.” yunho turns her hand towards his friend and there it is, three beautiful red roses decorating her wrist. It is their mark, their mating mark. 

“Oh no- no, no, no, no. this is not good yunho. Father will be very angry.”

[underworldnet]

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𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑬 — utopia

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑶 — indulgence

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 — haze

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 — asphodel flowers

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 — heat / warmth

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑿 — waterfalls

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 — summer love

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 — vacation

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬 — illusion

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑵 — greek gods / goddesses

[a1sh1teruu]

19:37 - nsfw! | minors dni!

pairing: choi san x f!reader

warnings: blowjob, face fucking, praise, pet names; baby, cum eating(??)

wc: +600

“so pretty,” san muttered as he squished your cheeks together, “my pretty girl.” his free hand found the red lipstick that laid on the small table. “pucker up, baby.” you did as told, jutting your lips out for the blonde man. he delicately smeared the red color onto your lips, swiping the smudged edges with his thumb. “get on your knees for me, yeah?” he softly kissed your lips, staining his own. 

doing as told, you kneeled in front of his feet, looking up at him through your lashes, the mascara you put on making them look thicker and longer, casting an innocent tone into your expression. san unbuckled his belt and pushed his dark dress pants down just enough to let his cock free from its confines. he grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him, nodding. his silent command brought you forward, leaning in to lay soft and wet kisses all over his shaft, staining the smooth skin with the red color. you felt him harden under your touch, licking the small bead of precum off his tip. 

san’s breath was getting heavier as you started to suck his tip, the sight of your red lips around his tip, staining his and your skin, doing things to him. 

you let your tongue swirl around his red tip before taking more of him into your mouth, pulling a sharp moan out of him. san’s hands flew to your beautifully styled hair. he was trying so hard to keep his hips still, but as soon as your nose brushed against his pelvis, his hips slightly pushed forward, causing his tip to get shoved deeper into your throat. when you gagged around him, he doubled over, shaky sighs leaving his bitten lips as his grasp in your hair tightened 

the blonde straightened as he felt you pull away from him, gasping as soon as he was completely out of your mouth, a glob of spit falling onto your chest from your lips. “you okay?” san asked, worried he might have pushed you a bit too far.

“fuck my mouth,” you heaved, mouth still gaped, the red lipstick smudged and glossy from your drool. san stood dumbfounded, eyes wide. “please, sani.” how could he say no to that face? straightening up, he pushed his thumb onto your lower lip. you let your jaw fall open, and before you know it, san pushed his tip onto your waiting tongue. your shaky hand found his and intertwined your fingers with his, making him coo at you, a smirk on his stained lips. 

“ready?” you nodded, squeezing his hand in approval. he started with short and shallow thrusts first and then gradually picked up the pace. “fuck,” he sighed, his free hand in your hair, pushing your head as his thrusts sped up. the mascara from before started running down your face, casting black streaks down your cheeks and the red color of your lipstick stained all around your swollen lips and san’s cock. san felt himself nearing his release, gut twisting and tightening. when he accidentally pulled your hair, you let out a moan, the sound reverberating through his body. “ah, (y/n),” he let out a shuddering moan, “i’m cumming, (y/n), fuck.” 

his thrusts became sloppy as his abdomen tightened, his climax greeting him. he quickly pulled out, stroking his length, white spurts of cum falling onto your stained lips and chin. san’s thighs were slightly shaking until he came down from his high, hands soiled with his sticky cum. 

the sight of you was enough to make his cock twitch. the red lipstick smeared all over your lips, his cum dripping onto your blouse, and your brows furrowed. “so pretty,” he sighed, swiping his thumb over your lip, smearing the color and collecting his cum, pushing the digit back into your mouth. your lips closed around his thumb, sucking it clean of his own cum. “let me return the favor, yeah?”

[nateezfics]

DOLL

♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, fashion designer au, sugar daddy!hongjoong, designer!hongjoong, aged up!hongjoong, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, mirror sex, use of pet names, daddy kink, praise, sexual language/dirty talk

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.8k

♔ SUMMARY — “you’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all mine to dress up, and all mine to do with as i please.”

Your hands roamed your frame, running along the curves of your hips. The silky fabric of the outfit you wore was smooth under your touch and you hummed approvingly as your eyes soaked in your appearance in the tall mirror. Every detail — from the dainty skirt to the top’s plunging neckline — was immaculately designed. The ruby red was an unusual color for you, one you wouldn’t have normally picked, but you were content with the way the shade of red looked against your skin. It was elegant and rich, and you felt so exquisite within it, like you were luxurious. But of course you felt this way, you always did when you wore something he designed for you.

“Do you approve?” Hongjoong stepped into view in the mirror, figure just over your shoulder in the reflection. His eyes trailed down your form to your thighs when he noticed the way your fingertips played with the hem of the skirt.

Your heart spiked at the sound of his voice and at the view of him in the reflection. Your eyes met his, and you studied the way he looked within the suit he wore. The suit was solid black and otherwise a pretty standard look, but the button down he wore underneath was loud and vibrant, a pop amongst the dark black. It was an assortment of purple and yellow and green and red, red just like your dress, and just like the messy hair atop his head. You smiled and nodded, fingers leaving your skirt to tug at your top. “You always know how to dress me.”

You watched him come closer through the mirror, catching the way his eyes raked over your backside. Your skin prickled at the touch of his fingers on your waist as they slipped under your top. “It’s because I know your body so well, doll. I’ll always know what looks best on your pretty frame.”

Your cheeks grew hot at Hongjoong’s words, and at his touch as his fingers grazed your skin, going higher and higher until your top began to lift. Your relationship with him was an unconventional one; you and your body were his muse, and he lavished you with his wealth. There were many perks that came with having this sort of transactional relationship with one of the world’s most renowned fashion designers — money, top of the line clothes styled just for you, luxurious trips, and not having to work at all.

And in return, your body was his to do with as he pleased. You were his muse, his model, and his little fuck toy. Not that you minded any of that, especially when the sex was unlike anything you’d ever had before.

“You’re such a pretty little doll,” Hongjoong whispered against the bend of your neck, lips warm and wet against your skin and making your breath catch in your throat. Little doll. That’s what he always called you, and that’s exactly what you were; his pretty little doll that he could dress up and dress down however he wished. His hands fondled your breasts, kneading the supple flesh and wrinkling your pretty top. “Always so beautiful in the clothes I make you.”

You sighed shakily as you reveled in his touch. Your core throbbed with rising need as you watched yourself in the mirror, entranced by the sight of his frame behind you and his hands full of your breasts. You fell backwards into his embrace, and he chuckled at how you were so quick to become putty in his hands. His teeth grazed your neck and you whimpered. “Daddy…”

Hongjoong smirked against you. Your pitiful little voice was already so full of need and he’d barely even started to touch you. He squeezed your breasts and you reacted immediately, body arching against him. He suckled on your neck some more just to delight himself in the sound of your pretty sounds. “You always make the prettiest sounds for me.”

As your back arched, your rear pressed into his front and there was no way you could’ve missed the familiar hardness of his erection. You moaned, desperate to feel more of him. You pressed yourself into him until you earned a low groan from deep within his throat. He responded with a push of his crotch into your ass, and you both sighed at the contact. “Ah, daddy…I need more.”

“You’re always so responsive to my touches, always so pliant and good for me.” One of Hongjoong’s hands fell from your breast to slip under your skirt, deft fingers breaking through the lace barrier of your panties to press against your wet heat. He held you in place as your body jerked at the sudden rush of pleasure. Two fingers rubbed smooth circles against your clit, teasing at the sensitive bud until you were gushing all over them.

“Please —” Your voice broke when he pressed the pads of his fingers even further into your clit.

“Please what? Do you want daddy to finger fuck you while you wear your new outfit, hm?” His fingers kept an agonizing pressure against you. His eyes met yours in the reflection again. “And you want to watch, too?”

“Yes, please! Please, daddy! I want that!” He didn’t make you wait a second longer, fingers delving deep into your cunt and curling just the way you liked. You moaned aloud as the sweet pleasure surged in your veins.

The wet squelches coming from your sex were loud within the quiet space, and Hongjoong adored the way they sounded. “Hear that, doll? Listen to how your cunt sounds for me. So wet and needy. How cute.” His fingers pumped in your tight hole rhythmically while his thumb maintained pressure on your swollen clit.

You watched your reflection through hazy vision. Your eyes focused on his arm that wrapped around you, watching the way the muscles there clenched and unclenched as his hand worked its magic underneath your skirt. You could imagine the way his fingers looked at that moment, plunged so deep inside you and shiny with your slick arousal. You could imagine the way your cunt gorged itself on his digits. The image inside your head paired with the pleasure his fingers were giving you had your head falling back against his shoulder as a broken moan fell from your lips. “So good, daddy.”

“Mmh, my pretty doll feels good? Of course she does.” His other hand that currently wasn’t buried between your legs still kept a firm grip on your breast, fingers tweaking it ever so often. “Daddy always makes his pretty little doll feel good.”

Hongjoong’s steady rhythm was creating a build up of pleasure within you, and you were so close to collapsing. Desperate to climax, you rolled your hips into his hand for added friction. He only chuckled and allowed you to continue, and you were thankful he didn’t stop you. Your high overtook you a few beats later, and you were shattered under the weight of the pleasure.

“Ah, that’s it. Cum for me just like that.” His voice guided you through the haze of your orgasm as you rode out the pleasure. Hongjoong took in the sight of your blissed out state in the mirror, reveling in the way you looked while you came while wearing your new outfit he’d made. “You’re so pretty like this.”

Your breathing was uneven even after coming down from the high. You sighed when you felt his lips on your temple. His fingers slipped from your sex and quickly you felt empty without them. You waited for his next move, studying his reflection. His hands pulled at your panties until the lace fabric was slipping down your thighs. You stepped out of them and he kicked them to the side. You kept quiet as you watched the way he began to work at the fastens of his trousers, but your heat gushed with renewed need.

Hongjoong’s hands were on your hips and he was smiling seductively at you through the mirror. His cock stood proudly between you, and you felt it against your ass. “Bend over for me. Hands on the wall on either side of the mirror.”

You did as you were told. This position was a little awkward, and you were now face to face with your own reflection, face so close that your breath began to fog the glass. He looked so big behind you, like some otherworldly god. You were only able to see his top half — suit jacket and printed shirt still intact — and his bottom half was out of sight, but you could feel his bare cock against you as he positioned himself at your slick entrance.

The first plunge of his cock into you took your breath away. The stretch made you gasp in bliss. He always filled you to the brim so full. Hongjoong’s grip on your hips tightened as he groaned. “How are you always so tight? Even after all the times I’ve stretched you on my cock…”

“Daddy, fuck —” you choked when he thrusted into you hard, cock plunging impossibly deep. “Daddy…” All you could do was mutter his title over and over as he set up a quick and steady pace. You readjusted your hands on the wall, the sweat on your palms making you slip with each of his thrusts.

Hongjoong’s gaze traveled between your face in the reflection and your ass. Your dainty skirt fluttered with each slam of his hips, and he chuckled. His hand held it in place, careful not to wrinkle the precious fabric too much. He took a moment to stare at his cock as it continually disappeared and reappeared from within your pussy. When his eyes found your reflection again, he saw the way yours watched him. He smirked. “Do you like watching me make a mess of you?”

You swallowed hard and nodded. Fuck, you were already so close again….

You were incredibly tight around him, and he knew you were close to cumming again. He quickened his pace and you reacted immediately, moans and cries slipping from your pretty mouth. Hongjoong groaned when you pulsed around his length. “You’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you? All mine to dress up, and all mine to do with as I please.”

You whimpered, thighs shaking and fingers curling against the hard surface of the wall. You were so close, so fucking close. “Yes, daddy! I’m just your pretty little doll!”

“Good girl.” It didn’t take long for you to unravel. You came hard with a cry of his title, body shaking under the weight of the second orgasm. Hongjoong held you up as you tumbled through the ecstasy and cooed sweet praises to you. His soft praises turned to low curses as your tight pussy urged him to his own end. With a shudder and low groan, he unraveled inside your warmth.

Breathing was labored as you tried to calm down. You remained still until you felt his hands urging you upright. You whined when you felt his seed seep from your core, and he only chuckled in response.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you ruin your new outfit, doll.”

♔ AUTHOR’S NOTES — this is so late :’( it seems like every time i tried to post this, something got in the way. but!! here it is!! fic one in my 3k celebration event! hope you enjoyed; please reblog, like, and tell me what you think!! <3

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[ddemonseonghwa]

[𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐏.𝐌.] 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴! 𝘏𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘺 6: 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭/𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 😈

@underworldnet

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺. 𝘔𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭. 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 (𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢)

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“Whores like you belong on their knees.”

He pulled her to lay her back on his chest and looked at her. “But sometimes they look best riding a nice big cock like mine,” He told her, his voice deeper than hell itself. Before she could react, he grabbed the front of the shirt she was wearing and pulled at it, ripping it off like it was a piece of paper. Underneath was a black lingerie bra with lace on it. He chuckled as he reached down grasped her left breast.

“Prior to claiming this pussy as mine, you were a virgin, but you’re secretly dressed like a fucking whore all the time with huge tits.” He commented. He used both hands to grip her tits while he thrusted his huge cock into her fluttering pussy. “These are the best tits I’ve ever seen and yet you’re just a little whore. I bet you were a gross little whore, too.” He remarked. He squeezed them, triggering a moan to come from her lips. “Look at you, enjoying every second of this while I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. You’re such a filthy bitch.” He said. “Tell me, has anyone ever asked to fuck you?”

“Y-yes…. Multiple people…!” She stuttered.

“Have you ever even touched yourself, princess?” He asked, his hands searching for her nipples through her bra. A blush coated her cheeks before she shyly nodded. “So you’ve touched yourself, but you’ve never been fucked before…. This is going to be so interesting.” He huffed. He continued to thrust up into her as he ripped her bra straight off. His hands grasped her tits, feeling her pierced nipples and grunting. “When did you get them pierced?” He asked as he felt around the barbells. “A-a year ago, o-oh…!” She yelped as his cock bottomed out mid-thrust. “Fuck, baby… You might dress like a whore with the best tits I’ve ever seen, but you’re mine now. My personal little fuck toy, my little slut from now on. Understand? I don’t care what your daddy told you about demons and sex being bad, you’re my little slut now.” He growled, gripping her inner thighs as he pushed into her viciously. She gasped as she felt herself cum at the same time as him, moaning over the warm cum filling up her pussy like he loved so much. “Y-yes, daddy…!” She whimpered, her legs shaking. He kept his cock inside her quivering cunt and ran his teeth and fangs over the mark he gave her on her neck earlier. His black nails trailed her skin seductively as he kept talking.

“Are you scared, baby?” He whispered. She shook her head, clenching on him experimentally. “N-no… I want more, daddy…” and before she could speak, he pushed her up and bent her over the altar before entering her pussy from behind, groaning as he felt it gush. He pulled her hair back as he began to thrust at a brutal pace. “Good little whore… Now take my cock like you’re made to. Let me fill you up and ruin you. I wanna leave traces and show everyone who goes to this fucking church that you’re a literal fucking whore that belongs to me now, that you’re not their innocent woman of god, that you’re a filthy little bitch behind closed doors that eagerly lets me use her as I please.” He demanded as he made sure to get in deep. She smirked as he fucked her senseless. “F-fuck yes, daddy, p-please….!” She gasped. With that, he started an even more brutal pace she liked.

“Good girl.”

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[ethereal-engene]

sparkling night | donghyuck

pairing: bf!donghyuck x gn!reader (uni-student)

genre: fluff, slice-of-life, comfort, and bits of angst // warnings: mentions of feeling disappointment & cursing

summary: when the stars don’t align for a reunion between you and your boyfriend but he still makes the night shine. // word count: 2284

note: this might be a one time thing. I just do be missing him </3 I hope he’s resting well because he deserves it so badly. Also the reader is implied to live in the states so they’re in a ldr ✨

ALSO IM SORRY LILAC FOR NOT LETTING U BETA-READ but like 😭 it’s only b/c I like to “surprise” ppl and this time it’s for you <3 BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT @liliansun​​

You know dating an idol is super fun. Especially when you get to find out news about him first from his entertainment rather than from him directly. It both pains and annoys you.

Taking a deep breath and stepping back to calm down about this situation. Knowing him, he was more than likely holding out this pain he was feeling until now. It broke your heart into so many pieces that you couldn’t be there to help him. Even if you couldn’t do much if you were there, the thought still counts.

At the same time, it annoyed you. You understood not wanting to tell someone if they were feeling unwell but this was something you didn’t want him to go through alone. Even more so when they released news about NCT 127 going on tour just when NCT Dream had just recently finished up their tour & promotions.

It was aggravating because the tour dates were just so fucking close and how was it fair that both Hyuck and Mark had to practice after getting no time to rest. It isn’t fair & quite frankly there isn’t even much to do. There were many times where you thought his company treated them like shit and this was just another one to add to the list.

On the day of the announcement, you immediately went to text them (Mark and Hyuck) if they were okay and everything. As expected, they both responded that they were okay. A bit tired but still okay. Plus this tour was finally another chance to see their beloved nctzens in cities they hadn’t been to in many years.

They would do anything to see them again. Better yet, they’d do anything to perform in front of fans. It must have been almost 3 years since they came to your city. Also, there was no way you could miss seeing them again. In between some school breaks, you’d come to Korea to visit them. Those were genuinely some of your most memorable experiences.

Staying up late for Hyuck to come home and cuddle after he showered. As one expects, his cuddles are so very warm and make you feel so safe in his arms; much like a teddy bear. There is nothing that makes you feel more loved and cared for than him being with you.

If there were days off, he’d take you all the spots he’d been saving to take you to. Most if not those days ended in you two watching the sunset together. In comfortable silence as the bright sky starts to dim into the dark but beautiful night sky. Holding hands and him probably humming some random song.

You always wondered what it would be like if he wasn’t an idol. At the back of your head, it tells you that there was no way he wasn’t going to be an idol. His voice and skills are simply way too good to be passed up. It is both the biggest curse and blessing.

In the meantime, it is more than enough for you to spend all the time you can with him. You would savor and treasure these moments. Whenever it was time to say goodbye, it always felt as if you were parting with a piece of your heart and happiness too. It sucked so much but you were counting down the days till graduation and the next time you could see him again.

So if you were lucky enough, you were placing all of your luck that this tour would give you both a chance at a reunion. As we can see, it seems like luck wasn’t on your side this time.

On the other hand, you weren’t going to complain about it because it was really out of your hands. Plus receiving this news about your boyfriend’s condition at the very least guaranteed him to finally get the rest he deserves. And to you, that was probably the best news you could receive. God knows how long he’s been dealing with exhaustion and now these problems.

Besides, you and his fans would appreciate knowing that he’s recovering rather than risking making his condition worse.

While it did suck to know he wasn’t going to be able to be present on tour, you still went to the concert. It may have added a little salt to the wound because you had wanted to surprise him and the other members by going to their concert. Actually they definitely added a bucket full of salt during their concert that you went to. How you might ask?

During some of their ballad performances, namely The Rainy Night, they had played Haechan singing his parts on the screen. It felt unreal and nearly brought you to tears. You had to take a couple takes to realize that he wasn’t actually there as there were four men on the stage and not five. But there was no mistake in knowing that it was definitely him on the screen. You could recognize that precious face and voice from anywhere. 

Quite honestly, you were unsure of how you didn’t bawl seeing him on the screen. It tugged at your heartstrings loud enough to be heard. The rest of the concert went by and Mark was actually the one who spotted you; and the one who got you backstage. Not before bringing you into a tight hug though. A small pout adorns your face, only because you wanted to be the one who initiated the hug first.

The pout then fades away into a smile though. You couldn’t believe that they were indeed here again. Slowly but surely they all end up giving you and each other a group hug. If they weren’t so sweaty and smelly right now, it would make this better, but at this point you’ll take what you can get.

After the hug, you went to give a quick hug to Taeyong as thanks for the little bit of a sweet message about Hyuck in the beginning. It might have been just the way this all unfolded and seeing him on the screen in this moment that made you lose your cool.

Remember how I mentioned that you weren’t crying earlier? Well you are now✨ Everyone did their best to console you. A couple of minutes had gone by and you eventually calmed down enough to stop the crying. You felt a little shitty that you cried in front of them but they understand how you’re feeling. It pained them just as much to know he wasn’t here. As well as you knowing that Hyuck was maybe beating himself up for not being here. In the back of your head, you mentally noted down to reassure him tonight that it wasn’t his fault.

As they were getting ready to leave the venue, they bid you goodbye and if it was possible that they would get breakfast with you before they left. Giving them one last tight hug and wished that they got to their hotel safely! Along with telling them to text you once they got in.

On the drive home, you couldn’t help but play their setlist. Once you got home and got ready for bed, it felt nice to have some down time for yourself. Listening to music with no lyrics and having a clean face was super nice. The only thing missing to make this night close to perfect was a video call with your boyfriend.

Luckily the time difference wasn’t too bad, even though it’s reaching midnight for you. While the stars may not have aligned for you guys to reunite in person, it seems that they have aligned to at least reunite through a FaceTime call. And perhaps that’s all you needed as a sign from the universe and stars, a sign that everything would be okay.

As he clicked the accept button, nothing could have warned him about how fucking adorable you would look. Seeing and talking to you, to him personally, was the best form of medicine. Hyuck couldn’t help but wear his lovesick grin and heart eyes in front of you. As a result, he was also accidentally tuning out what you were saying until you had asked him if he was even listening to you.

“Sorry baby, you just look so gorgeous right now. You can carry on though, I’m all yours for today…or at least whenever you fall asleep.” It earns a chuckle from you and a quick thanks. One of the main points you wanted to talk about was letting him know about the little fan project that took place during the concert tonight. Some fans had brought fake sunflowers to hold up during their last song “Promise You”. It was a very sweet sight to see.

Hearing that made his heart swell and it hurt him because he could only imagine how the fans must be feeling or have felt worrying about him. Hyuck is forever grateful for having fans genuinely caring for him.

Unfortunately he can’t help but feel bad and sorry for not being there at the concerts for this tour. It’s not even just feeling bad, it’s feeling like a disappointment and failure for not being there. His job as an idol was to perform and keep their fans happy. So doing none of them adds onto his sad mood.

He won’t say anything but it’s not hard to tell he’s feeling this way. Judging by the way he’s starting to zone out and somewhat gripping his hair tightly in frustration. This is the part where you whip out all the reasons as to why he shouldn’t be feeling this way but it’s also important to remember that his feelings are valid. Instead, you’ll opt for the next best thing which is directly telling him.

“Hey look at me. Hyuck, none of this is your fault and listen to me when I say this. Your fans who actually care and love you would want you to be taking your time to get better and healthy rather than you on stage with them. We care about your health first and foremost. When you’re done recovering and seeing you do better is what will make us happy. As cheesy as it sounds, when you’re happy we’re happy too.” A sigh of relief exits his mouth when you’re done.

He knows you’re right but hearing it from someone he loves dearly is different. “I’ll recover as soon as I can so I can meet you again, y/n-nie! You won’t have to worry too much about me. I’ll be okay and thank you for telling me. I know many fans already tell me that but I think I wanted to hear it the most from you and your voice. Don’t worry, baby. I really will get better and before you know it I'll be running into your arms.” Your smile graces your face hearing that. The thought of him being with you physically makes your heart feel all warm and cozy.

With a click of tongue, you respond with “I’m holding you to your words, my sunshine.”

His hands shoot up as if he’s been attacked. A scoff accompanied with a smirk on his face follows. “Now when I have ever not kept my word to you before? Maybe I should just cancel my flight to see you soon.”

A few seconds ago, your eyes were starting to betray you by getting tired but now they were wide open. Rubbing your eyes and everything. “Wait wait wait wait. Hyuck, did I hear that right? Are you really coming all the way here? Is that even okay? Shouldn’t you be resting some more?” So many more questions were coming out from you. Only to be met with him laughing his ass off.

Okay technically he shouldn’t be laughing that much but seeing you all worked up over this was funny, adorable, and endearing to him. “Ya, Lee. Dong. Hyuck,” Enunciating every syllable of his name. “Don’t say shit like that unless you mean it. I’ll send Renjunnie to bother you.”

“I guess that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He clicks his tongue and shoots his lame finger guns at you. Oh and of course a wink. It wouldn’t be complete without a wink from him.

A groan leaves your mouth before you see his face again. “Hyuck, I hope you know. I’m still gonna beat your ass if you’re lying to me.”

“I would pay good money to see you beat someone’s ass, even if it’s mine. You can’t hurt a fly, baby. Even if you really really wanted to. Anyways, I have to go soon. I’m going to go play with the other members and beat them in whatever they’re playing. I can also see you’re starting to fall asleep, sleep well y/n-nie. I love you always and sweet dreams!” He starts waving goodbye and sending flying kisses.

All of the while, you’re trying your best to mutter out an “I love you too” back to him. The exhaustion from today takes over you before you can finish whatever else you were going to say next. He watches as you fall into a deep sleep, probably one that you really needed after today.

Before he ends the call, he takes a quick moment to spill out more wishes and thanks to you. Even if you’re not listening, he’s glad to have said what he wanted to. He hopes that even though he wasn’t here at the concert and with you that the video call reminds you that he can still make you feel as if he was there tonight with you.

... i lied, I will probably end up writing one more nct fic for now but thank you so much! I cannot believe just as I had my heart set on haechan being my bias and him being the deciding factor on if I wanted to see 127 enough or not just to receive news that he’d be out b/c of his health condition 😭 it’s okay tho cause the concert was still very fun and YALL mark in braids. I rest my case @sungbeam​ (its super funny to me that i told you that yk last time I saw mark, his hair was ... questionable and now I saw him with his hair looking so freaking good BUT ALSO LOOK ! I WROTE A FIC FOR AN NCT MEMBER IDODSOFIDJS) 

as always, please reblog or leave feedback thru asks, dms, notes, or reblogs with tags! thank you so much for reading whatever this fic is b/c it is not my best work. please take care

signing off with love

- ash

[woosluv]

choco ice cream — mingi

— pairing: mingi x gn!reader

— rating / genre: G / fluff, established relationship

— warnings: kissing, eating!!

— word count: 606

— summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to find mingi eating chocolate ice cream by himself.

— note: happy birthday to the loml!! i love mingi so much :(( i hope he has such a great day and receives lots of love! <3

— please reblog if you enjoyed this! tumblr is not like other social medias and runs off of reblogs and NOT likes :)

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Mingi was sitting in the kitchen, dim light from the lamp in the hallway lighting up his features as he quietly spooned chocolate ice cream into his mouth. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice the soft padding of your feet against the wooden floors slowly waddling towards him.

“Mingi?” You gently placed your hand on his shoulder blade as you walked around the island he was sitting on. He jumped in his seat. “What are you doing up?” You take a second to look him over, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. “And why are you eating ice cream without me?” Mingi was still looking at you in shock, spoon halfway to his mouth with a dollop of ice cream.

Mingi redirected the spoon towards your mouth as he answered. “I had a big craving for ice cream when I woke up. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t wanna wake you.” You nod as he lands another spoon of ice cream in your mouth. You respond around the ice cream in your mouth. “Mingi, you can always wake me up at whatever time and ask me to join you for ice cream.” Mingi nods as he spoons a scoop of ice cream into his own mouth.

You take a moment to observe him as he goes back into the freezer to scoop some more ice cream for you two to share. His hair is still sticking up in small spiky tufts in all directions and flat on the left side of his head. You could still see little eye crusties hanging around his eyes and a little line of drool that had dried at the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way onto your face as you walked over to your tall boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his bare waist. You gently squeezed your arms around his body as you snuggled your cheek into his back. His cold hands found yours resting on his tummy and gave them a little squeeze before he turned around in your grasp and lifted you up onto the counter beside the ice cream.

There, he was able to comfortably nuzzle his face into your neck and hug you back with just as much love and warmth as you had given him. “I love you.” Mingi softly sighed into your neck as he squeezed his arms a little tighter around your waist. You smiled as you gently pulled Mingi’s head out your neck to look at him. Your hands softly cradled his cheeks as you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. It was one of the sweetest kisses you had ever shared. The taste of the rich chocolate on his lips only made it sweeter as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss just a little more. 

You slowly pulled away to rest your foreheads against each other’s, soft pants coming from both of your chocolate coated lips. “I love you too, Mingi.” You press a little kiss to the tip of his nose as you gently rub your thumbs over his cheeks. You had hoped he felt every ounce of love you had for him; from the gentle touches and the soft kisses to the sparkle in your eyes as you watched him and your words. You press another kiss to his lips, shorter than the last but just as sweet. “I love you.” You say the words one more time before your hands move to grab the cup of melted ice cream and shovel more of the sweet treat into both of your mouths.

[ end ]

taglist: @wooyoung-a @dogsongy @underworldnet

[tohokuu]

wicked games - park seonghwa

release date : coming soon

word count : 25k+

genre : short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, smut, angst, violence, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures/fantasy au, angel/demon au, mentions of blood.

fic playlist - credit to my friend.

starring :

seonghwa as samael/lucifer

you as y/n

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel.

“take him away,” he said.

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. jongho and yeosang ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment.

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand.

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i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed.

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him.

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !”

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his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out.

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud.

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort.

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[atinystaywerewolf-writing]

Sex Maniac

Warnings: Smutty? Sorta? Sex shop owner Chris. Suggestive. Chris has the hots for Maya.

@underworldnet

Maya walks into an adult sex shop which is called Sex Manic. She's extremely nervous but excited too, she's bought sex toys before but they were always ordered online but since this little shop wasn't far from where she lived she thought she'll give it a chance. 

Once she opens the door to the shop, she bites her bottom lip as she walks in and looks around. She gets slightly scared when she sees the ropes and whips. 

"Can I help you?" A deep voice asks her. Maya gaps and turns and looks at a man with a blonde mullet, and she looks at his name tag and sees Felix. 

"I was wondering if you had um- any glass pink dildos?" Maya whispers to him. Felix smiles and says softly, "I'm sure we have some. Let me get the owner, because if we don't, we can order them for you." Felix then walks away to get the owner

Maya blushes and nods as she waits for Felix to come back with the owner as she waits while she looks at other things. 

When she hears footsteps, she looks and sees Felix walking beside a very handsome man, and Felix says softly. "This is Chris, his the owner." After he said that, he walked away to put other things away. 

Chris gives Maya a lovely smile  and says softly, "We do have the dildo you want." Maya blushes and whispers softly."Oh good, do you think you can show me?" 

Chris nods, and he whispers softly. "No need to be shy here, okay?" Maya blushes and says softly."How can I not be?" Chris chuckles as he leads her past some more aisles, going to the back wall before going over to the colored glasses dildos and picking up the small pink one. 

Maya bites her lip once she also sees a blue one, and she whispers softly, "Can you hand me the blue one too?" Chris smiles and chuckles before grabbing the blue, which was thicker and wider than the pink one, and hands her the both of them, and she whispers softly."Thank you." 

Chris smiles and walks her over to the cashier and says softly "Even though this is a sex shop, we also give advice and hold events about sex and sometimes we have sex parties, we post everything on our website all you gotta do is sign up with it and it'll give you anything, also if you ever need anything you can also come by or you can hang out with us." 

Maya blushes, and she nods. "I'll do all that, and maybe we can have a one on one meeting?" Chris smirks after he rings her up and she pays with cash he hands her the bag with her toys and a note in the bag that has his number the website on it and says "I can make that happen beautiful."

Maya blushes harder as she takes the bag and walks away and then out of the shop. 

Chris stares at her ass as she leaves and bites his lip and groans as he thinks about her legs wrapping his waist as he pounds into her.