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hongjoong ver. seonghwa ver.

a yunho situationship/fwb sitch simultaneously fixes and destroys you.

all of it starts so easy. everything is easy with yunho, and when the two of you start really seeing each other and hooking up, you hardly feel the need to talk about boundaries or rules or anything. both of you are comfortable and ready to jump in, so you do. and for the first little while it's easy.

then, well. he's three fingers deep in you and murmuring about how good and sweet and pretty you always are for him when you realize you might actually like him, like a lot. after that you take a week to yourself and deduce that it was absolutely just the heat of the moment, and the platonic care you already have for him.

you discover you're wrong the next time you see him, pressed into his sheets while he mumbles pretty, dirty words in your ear. you're thinking about all of the something more moments you've had with him (matching outfits and hands brushing at your sides and gazes that last a little too long) and how good he makes you feel, physically and mentally, and you know you're down for the count.

when you tell him, he's very understanding. sweet, and gentle, but final when he says the two of you should probably stop. he gives you no room to argue, even when you want to, and before you know it it's like nothing even happened in the first place.

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i have to bother someone about this cause what is his problem; new wy courreges footage. cum gutters dot com -🫧

cum gutters dot com is SENDING MEEEEEE. this ones for u nonnie (and also for me). also i was listening to sleep token while writing this so do with that info what you will

cw ୨୧ making out (kind of), insinuated sexting, wooyo being a little shit as always, ab riding<3, dirty talk (like filth nasty almost), teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink but like BARELY, mention of penetrative sex but it doesn't actually happen

18+ mdni!!

Your brain clocks back in just enough to fully grasp Wooyoung's words.

His hands stall, but don't stop, their caressing of your body, curious eyes watching your face as you comprehend. You swallow and he grins, hands running up your back to push you closer to him. You shift and grind over his lap and both of you sigh at the friction.

Knowing full well what he said, you ask, "what?"

Wooyoung hums, nosing at the junction of your shoulder and your neck before licking a small stripe along your artery. "Talkin' so much about how hot I was," he starts, voice fake-sweet in your favorite way. "I remember your texts, too, baby. Ride my abs."

Your body involuntarily shivers and he laughs, pleased with how easy it is for him to get under your skin. He's right, unfortunately -- every night he was away for Paris fashion week was filled with miserable, horny text messages from you about how sexy he looked, how pretty his skin was, how mad you were that he didn't give you any warning about his outfits. And since he came over it's all you've been able to think about, all you've been able to say... in no time at all you're adjusting your position on the couch and pushing him to lay down on his back.

"You're so annoying," you say, pushing your panties down and refusing to look at the wet spot on the center lest Wooyoung decides to tease you about that, too. Your hands pull his shirt up just enough so that you have room to move and you sigh through your next works. "Total freak."

He hums, patient, letting you feel him up. "It's my job as your boyfriend," he answers cheekily, leaning forward to grab at your ass and pull you up. "Can practically smell how much you want it, baby, come on."

Your face and ears burn but you let him guide you forward until you're sitting on his torso, pussy nudged perfectly between the ridges of his abs. If you wanted to be romantic about it you could, something about how every part of you fits together with him, but you move your hips forward and the pressure and pattern is so good you think your brain starts melting.

"That's it," Wooyoung encourages once you pick up a rhythm, jaw dropped to his chest as he watches you move. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. So wet... pretty pussy loves this, huh? Feels good?"

You moan and he mirrors it, but he grabs your face to meet your eyes. "I asked a question, baby. Feelin' good?"

You're nodding before you even realize it, frantic, already panting. Wooyoung grins, tenses his abs, watches your pace falter because it's just too good. "Didn't know you were so easy," he says, hand resting on your hip. You feel crazy, the pleasure blurring the edges of your sight while Wooyoung's words go straight to your core. "Missed me that bad? You're fucking drooling... can't wait to fuck you, haven't been in this pussy for so long, gonna fill you up just right --"

You cut him off by shoving two fingers in his mouth, hooking them over his tongue so he stops talking. He whines and in turn you grind a little faster. "S...Shut up," you mumble out. Your apartment is filled with pants and whimpers and the sounds of you dripping all over his abs, and even now you feel insatiable. The promise of Wooyoung fucking you presses deliciously against your ass when you move back far enough.

"Gonna come first," you breathe out, meeting Wooyoung's eyes. They're glassy and dark, and you feel him bite down on your fingers hard enough to ache. "G-Gonna come, then you can fill me up."

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i just know he lovessss kisses. of any kind. it's his favorite way to show he loves you and wants you close. goodnight kisses right before bed, welcome home kisses, cooking dinner kisses. on your cheek or your temple or square on the lips.

morning kisses are your favorite, though. in the early mornings when yunho has to leave for practice or a schedule, you don't register anything except for the inevitable kiss on your nose. gentle, like he's afraid to wake you. he doesn't know you sleep much easier afterwards, content with the feeling of his lips.

or the times where you're running late, and yunho has nowhere to be. when he gets to spend your morning with you before work he insists on helping you out; some days he'll pack your lunch (complete with a cute note usually with a silly drawing), other days he'll get your coffee started -- hell, one time he even tied your shoes for you on your way out. and in between every task his lips are finding your hairline, or your hand, or the corner of your lips. it's hard to break away, especially when you don't want to.

you're almost always 10 minutes late to work when he stays over. oh well, you think, work can wait. your pretty, lovely puppy deserves at least one more kiss before you go.

kissing yunho. That's it that's the post

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seonghwa’s new pictures are so ur situationship idea bc he would 200% send this to make someone come over/want him “i know you want me” type vibe

u r evil for this one my friend.... Evil.

texting him goes something like this probably:

you: busy rn? wyd? seonghwa: [attachment: 2 images] seonghwa: just practicing:) you: slut. omw seonghwa: ?

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kissing yunho. That's it that's the post

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we've talked about a hongjoong situationship... but tbh i bet a seonghwa situationship would be inevitable.

like. look at him. plus that thing where he looks like he wants to kiss every person he's talking to? Inevitable. i don't think it'd take a lot of convincing (for either of you, but especially him), but he'd be very thorough about it. established rules or guidelines, constant communication; he wants it and wants to make it as far from complicated as possible.

that being said, he has a lot of fun with you. he's so attentive, he learns your body so fast -- in no time he has you thinking you'll never be able to have sex with anyone else. and it's not long after that that he has you thinking about extra things. romantic things. things not in the rules.

he's very upfront with you about it. he won't tell you what to do, and if you think you're fine, who is he to say otherwise? but he really does insist -- if you have feelings for him, you should stop. or take a break, at least. he tries to be considerate about it, because he likes you and knows these things are weird.

sometimes you think he might be a little wrapped around your finger, too, though. he might be trying to "spare your feelings" or whatever, but he seems to fold pretty quick when you show up at his door. never takes long for him to end up between your thighs, whining about how much he missed you.

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i lowk might make this a little series cuz... i'm thinking thoughts.

thinking a lot about situationship/fwb hongjoong....

you'd start off as friends, but something shifts. maybe at a party, or a change in conversation when you're texting late at night, or a random shift in perception. but it's easy to fall into it, regardless of how or why or what, and it all feels so good and natural that there's not a lot of talk involved.

until you think maybe you like him a little more than you should. so you try to distance yourself, take a breather until you either get over it or figure it out... but it's hard when it takes a single call from him to change your mind.

and it goes back and forth and back and forth. refusing to stay the night but letting him take you out to dinner. meeting him at the studio on late nights when he needs a "break" and then ghosting him for a week. telling him, and yourself, in his kitchen in the morning that it's the last time, but he's in your bed days later. and somehow he always convinces you.

you don't know what he's looking for in you, but you're certain it's not what you're feeling. but he's so good with his hands, and his mouth, and he knows just what to say. you balance the dizziness of a familiar friendship and the shape of his silhouette against your sheets; meeting his eyes over the rim of a glass and knowing you'll have the same view when you're on your knees later.

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wooyoung ban is back on. Indefinitely.

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thinking a lot about situationship/fwb hongjoong....

you'd start off as friends, but something shifts. maybe at a party, or a change in conversation when you're texting late at night, or a random shift in perception. but it's easy to fall into it, regardless of how or why or what, and it all feels so good and natural that there's not a lot of talk involved.

until you think maybe you like him a little more than you should. so you try to distance yourself, take a breather until you either get over it or figure it out... but it's hard when it takes a single call from him to change your mind.

and it goes back and forth and back and forth. refusing to stay the night but letting him take you out to dinner. meeting him at the studio on late nights when he needs a "break" and then ghosting him for a week. telling him, and yourself, in his kitchen in the morning that it's the last time, but he's in your bed days later. and somehow he always convinces you.

you don't know what he's looking for in you, but you're certain it's not what you're feeling. but he's so good with his hands, and his mouth, and he knows just what to say. you balance the dizziness of a familiar friendship and the shape of his silhouette against your sheets; meeting his eyes over the rim of a glass and knowing you'll have the same view when you're on your knees later.

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wooyoung the panty stealer … will cum in them and tries his best to sneak it back into your laundry. is embarrassed that you catch him, but tries to hit you with the “you shouldnt have left your panties out like that!!!”

the lacy ones are sexy of course, but he prefers your nice cotton briefs the most. if you ask him where your panties went, expect a video of the soft cotton wrapped around his dick.

-bd nonnie

This has plagued my mind since about 10 am this morning. also i got kind of carried away.

cw ୨୧ masturbation (m) (with the help of some panties!), whimper audio (real), implied phone sex, cum eating, a teeny tiny bit of dirty talk

You spend a good five minutes just staring at your phone when the video first comes in.

It's sent with a suspicious black heart, and nothing else. You see the notification three minutes after Wooyoung sent it -- you're surprised you don't have more messages, given you left him on delivered. The "attachment: 1 video" makes you think it's some screen-recorded TikTok or a clip of Jiji, your cat, up to no good while Wooyoung's tending to her --

The video is black. You tap it and then hit the play button, settling a little more comfortably into the hotel bed you've adjusted to over the last few days. (Your business trip has sucked the life out of you, and you're eternally grateful for the complimentary bubble bath that was in the fiuture.) A shuffle of fabric comes from your speaker and you turn the volume up a little, listening to a shaky gasp.

It goes like this: you feel your brows come together in confusion, the phone finally lifts from what you now know is the bed, and when the flash finally settles, you're met with a pretty little video of Wooyoung jerking off.

Using your panties.

You gulp comically loud, pressing your thighs together already. Wooyoung whines and whimpers and moans, rubbing your panties all over his cock. You feel dizzy. In the video, he says, voice tight, "miss you so much, baby," pulling the fabric tight around the head of his cock, he moans. "ffffuck, just couldn't help myself."

That and the sound of him spitting into his hand are enough for you, closing out of the video only barely over halfway in to text Wooyoung.

6:17 pm wuyo<3: 🖤

6:28 pm you: what you: whta the fuck you: jung wooyoung.

6:29 pm wuyo<3: yes? 😇

6:29 pm you: do NOT use that emoji rn you know what you did

6:29 pm wuyo<3: just miss you so much baby wuyo<3: wish i could feel you around my cock... been too long

6:30 pm you: fuck.

In record time you have your hand down your pants, facetiming Wooyoung. He picks up quick, eyes eager and hungry when you make eye contact. He wastes no time talking you through it, all the while licking up the drops of his cum on your panties.

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Care to share your thoughts on that Woo/Yeo pic? - 🐍

just... wooyoung is such a little shit<3

a total brat. a threesome with them is absolutely his idea, and it's not hard for him to convince either of you. but while he's an instigator, he's definitely a tease... you want yeosang? gonna have to show both of them just how good you can be. maybe then they'll think about giving you what you need.

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Guess who has thoughts about this.

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heaven knows i should let go. | smg

pairing ୨୧ bff mingi x reader

word count ୨୧ 1050

genre ୨୧ angst <3 college au, a very quick burn but like in a bad way, clueless mingi and lovesick reader

warnings ୨୧ weed consumption at the beginning, i think thats it?

author's note ୨୧ whaddup something about bff mingi just gets me very upset. also ive been listening to so much tate mcrae.

You first realize you might like Mingi when you’re getting high for the second time ever.

It’s a dreamy, tingly realization. Calming and sweet. He’s trying to show you some stupid cat meme on his phone, struggling to get his words out through laughs. You don’t even pay his phone any mind, staring straight past the screen to his face. Colored in your LEDs, giggling so hard you know his cheeks hurt, he’s so pretty. His hair bounces and his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches and you think, distantly, you’d love to see him like that forever.

You feel the wave of something rose gold and tender rush over you immediately after, a shocking difference to the pale blue, platonic summer breeze that you usually feel when it comes to Mingi. This one is new, different, and just for him.

Mingi asks, “are you even paying attention to me?”

You shrug. Lean forward to find the cart on the coffee table. Listen to your heart pound in your chest. You say, “never.”

Mingi fake lunges at you and you try to pretend that getting him that close wouldn’t make your heart stop.

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You first realize you really do like Mingi when he’s telling you about his recent hookup.

In a desperate search for love that is evidently nowhere in plain sight (if there was a camera to look at, you would), he’s turned to Tinder and whatever weekend house party he can get to before midnight. You tag along to the parties, help him out with lines when he’s messaging someone new, gas him up whenever he clues you in. It leaves a weird taste in your mouth, something kin to mild irritation, but you always chock it up to the too-loud music or being on your phone too long.

It settles when Mingi apparently hits it off with someone.

“It was a really good date,” he’s telling you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console. “Like, really good. Going to the aquarium was a great idea, by the way. She loved it.”

You hum, offering a nod and what you think is hopefully a smile, instead choosing to look out your window like the houses passing by will make you forget everything that’s happened in the last ten minutes. Your heart pounds and aches in your chest, the stretch of a crack felt in your bones. 

Mingi says, “it was kind of like being on a date with you.”

You say, “what?”

He laughs and you can’t even bother to play along, staring at him blankly as he parks in front of a house that’s absolutely vibrating from the bass of a club song from 2013. “Relax,” he says. For once you’re thankful that he’s a little oblivious. “Just, like, chemistry. I was really comfortable. She said she was coming tonight so I want to talk to her again.”

Delusion might be getting the best of you, because despite the fact that he’s talking about someone else, all you can think about is a date with him. Similar to what you do now, just… the freedom to look, to touch, to hold. Your fingers itch and you swallow and Mingi gets out of the car, running around to your side to open the door for you.

Like he always does.

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You finally realize Mingi doesn’t like you in the middle of a fight.

It’s stupid. And of course he had to press – showing up to your apartment after another failed date and practically begging you to tell him what he’s doing wrong. Since that last girl he’s been hypersensitive about it. Every nerve in you is alight, telling you to tell him, just say it… you told him you were tired, and he should leave. He didn’t let it go.

Normally you’d appreciate the care and concern, but between the feelings you can’t act on and the struggle of school and work, you’re on edge. “I don’t want to hear about who you’re dating, Min. I can’t anymore.”

It’s so telling, and so obvious, and your entire body burns with embarrassment and fear. But from the other end of your hallway, Mingi furrows his brows. “Why?”

Part of it clicks here. Maybe you’ve just had enough. You stare at him and wish he hadn’t put all of the stars in your sky. “How…” you start, then release the breath you’ve been holding for what feels like years. Your fingers shake. “How do you not know how I feel about you?”

That reaches something in him, immediately walking towards you. “What do you mean?” Mingi asks, as close as he’s ever been to you. Your head hurts, and you wish he was this close in any other circumstance; right now, it’s suffocating. “How do you feel about me?”

The last of it clicks here. He’s pleading for answer but it’s not the one you can give him. This is confirmation, or begging for lack thereof, a plea to either keep it to yourself or lie to him. You swallow your nerves, take a deep breath, and make a third option for yourself. “Please don’t make me answer that, Min.”

Equally as telling as saying it out loud, your words make you feel like the world stops and shifts. Unfamiliar territory, an emotion you refuse to name shining through Mingi’s eyes and directed at you. Something you haven’t seen before. Something you know, even still. He murmurs your name and you shake your head.

And despite everything, you think it’s when he speaks that it’s glaringly obvious that something has changed between the two of you. “I’ll go, then,” Mingi says, but he doesn’t move. “I’ll let you…”

He doesn’t finish, and he doesn’t need to. You don’t say anything and instead direct your gaze to the floor like it might magically be fifteen minutes ago, or like Mingi might start saying the things you want him to. Things like how long and me too and it’s always been you.

You watch his shoes leave your frame of vision, then listen to the sound of you door unlocking, opening and closing. Close your eyes and hear his footsteps until they become distant. He’s never really left you alone before, not even on your worst days.

Huh, you think. Guess that’s his answer.

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you already know what i have to say about mingi angst.

then ur gonna LOVE this post<3

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Mingi angst PLEASEEEEEE - 🐍

hehe 😇

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whats everyones opinion on mingi angst.

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speaking of wooyoung… you say on my lap is supposed to be “you say you’ll sit on my lap?” MORAL OF THE STORY IS: HE’S CRAZY !!!! im so happy he’s becoming more confident in himself/his looks but it also means he knows just how desirable he is and we all have to suffer knowing we can’t have him

can i tell you when i first saw this i genuinely short circuited and i think i had to physically hold myself back from doing anything rash out of pure desire. like what are we doing. i need him. and yes i am indeed sitting on his lap