ninrinv

[ninrinv]

oh my fucking god, post concert depression has me going back to reading skz fics and this was so perfect

﴾ let me blow your mind

pairing: badboy!han jisung x f!reader

genre: one-shot, high school au, smut

word count: 10,1K

warnings: a lot of marking! ⋆ groping! ⋆ biting!⋆ light!spanking ⋆ experienced!han and inexperienced!reader ⋆ dry humping ⋆ oral (f. and m. receiving) ⋆ dirty talking (han has a nasty mouth) ⋆ cunnilingus ⋆ squirting ⋆ face!cumshot

summary: you noticed him watching you from afar, though it never occurred to you why han jisung, the school’s bad boy, would be watching a shy, nerdy girl like you, but before you can even blink, you are thrown into a world of pleasure and right into his greedy hands

request by @khandzilla

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He thinks you are doing it on purpose. Your teeth nibbling, chewing at your pencil. Pink tinted lips, wrapping around it and staining it — and he just knows that the lip balm you always apply is strawberry flavored. You always sit at the front of the class, like the good student that you are and even from the back of the room, he can see the sweat glistening on your skin. In his opinion schools should not be open at such weather, but he isn’t that against it, because he could see more of your white thigh highs sliding down your yummy thighs. Such a good student — there has never been a day when he hasn’t seen you wearing the school uniform. You always made it look so good and especially when the weather was too much your luscious skin to handle. The sleeves of your white blouse are rolled up and to his delight few buttons undone at the top, but to his displeasure hair not put up to show off your neck. Everyday he tried to at least catch a glimpse of new skin.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He ignores his friends snickering, the loud noise disturbing his thoughts for a split second. His head falls into his hand, leaning to the side when of the students moves before him and into his view. He is only pulled away from his thoughts when you turn around to look at the teacher. He only at that realized that the teacher is walking around the class to hand out their graded tests. Han doesn’t even have to see it, he knows that he totally blew it. It didn’t matter, l the only good grade that matters is yours.

No, he doesn’t want to say that it’s a crush. To be honest it’s a borderline obsession. He wouldn’t go to school so often if you weren’t there, he doesn’t even care about keeping up his reputation anymore. He had basically memorized your whole schedule — you are always the first person in class, glasses almost falling off your nose as you are always buried in some textbook, you are always eating few pieces of fruit during the third break — strawberries, just like your lip balm, are your favorite, then your are eating lunch at the far corner of the cafeteria where you are looking out of the window and mostly, he memorized how you would always push your skirt down — how your tits would strain against your blouse and how you would apply your lip balm with that cute pout — there’s a individual obsession just with your lips and he wonders if they taste just as sweet as the look…and from what he has seen, you are also super sweet. He doesn’t talk to you, he wants to, but it’s way more fun making you flustered when you catch him staring. He wonders if you like him, because you are shy around literally everyone, however he wants to say that he is the one. He didn’t talk to you, just observed you, waiting for the golden opportunity to arrive and when the teacher goes to hand him his test he sees it.

Han notices the teacher’s frown before even seeing his score. “Do something about it, buddy…” Sighs out Mr. Lee, his tone almost sounding fatherly. Pity is the last thing Han wants, and he knows his friends won’t offer it anyway. They laugh at his score, loudly cheering when one of them matches it. Zero, in bold red and circled, just as he expected. He’s never been good at this sort of thing — put him in an English class and he will score the highest, when it comes to a physics test, only one person can do that.

Han looks up from the paper, eyes going back to the front and he has to hide a small smile appearing on his face, when he sees you already looking at him. Just from the corner of your eye, subtly, masking it as if you are looking at the teacher who happens to reach your desk at that moment. You tried to be sneaky, but when you met his eyes, you instantly look away, almost giving yourself a whiplash. “Good job, Y/N.” Says the teacher and you flash him a small smile of gratitude, putting your 100% marked test on your desk. And then Han sees it.

Maybe it’s easier than he thought.

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You already sprayed the entire capsule of your portable perfume on yourself. You are sweating from head to toe and you for the first time wished that you were wearing anything other than your uniform right now. Even if your tie is loose, it feels like it’s choking you, scratching at your neck. You also hope no one, especially him, can smell your nerves. You feel like you died a little when you caught him staring again and you know, you can’t possibly face him anymore. You are already in rush you want to say, few hours of classes still ahead of you, so when you dash out the door that’s your excuse. Though can’t help, but wonder if he will ever talk to you and just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear someone call out to you.

“Y/N—“ The well known voice sings out your name. You feel your heart jumping, stopping in the packed hallway. You feel so many eyes on you right now, the cheerleaders few feet away from you, glaring daggers at you. You are already feeling hot, but now you are sweating just from the way he said your name. To be honest you thought he didn’t even know you which is kind of stupid — you always catch him looking at you, but you want to say that it is just a coincidence every single time. You slowly turn around and you breathe out shakily when he literally jumps right in front of you.

Han breathes heavily, chest rising up and down and you can’t look at him when his shirt is so open that you think he should be dress coded. Your eyes fall onto his tie instead, hanging low on his neck, but you still see the bright smile on his face. You don’t even want to think about how you two look next to each other. You — hugging your textbooks close to your chest as much as possible to calm your racing heart, hair sticking to your sweaty skin and him — shining brighter than a star, effortlessly gorgeous and confident in his stance.

He pushes his hair back, eyes wide to get a full look at you. You are slouching a little to appear smaller and he almost coos at how cute you look, however his eyes go a little lower and not in innocent manner. No one can judge him for looking down your blouse when your tits are perfectly smashed together and thinking about licking your salty sweat off them. His nose is hit with a big whiff of your perfume and it’s so intoxicating that he almost doubles over. When you push your glasses up on your nose, it pulls him out of the magic spell your perfume held him in. “Are you free after school?” He should’ve said it differently, but the look on your face was definitely worth it.

Your lips parted, finally glancing up at him. You can’t believe those words left his mouth. You feel your heart pounding, ears ringing. However when you give a small glance your eyes drift behind him instead. “Ehm…” Your eyes fall on his friends, leaning on the lockers and staring right at the two of you. They have their lips turned up into smiles and you hope it’s not what you think it is. This can’t be just some kind of joke, because when your eyes drift back to Han his eyes are shinning with hope. “Why?” You ask, quietly not being able to look at him fully from how intensely his stare is.

“Well—“ Han notices your attention drifting off, eyes going back and forth between him and something behind him. He frowns, turning around to look back and when he sees his friends he almost screams. They are visible making you uncomfortable and even if their smiles were nothing, but teasing, he doesn’t want you looking anywhere else than him. With the first word still on the tip of his mouth, he blocks your view with his body, resulting in him standing right in front of you. ��You’re really good at Mr. Lee’s class.” Han could have gotten to the point a long time ago, but he purposely makes this small conversation last longer, just to shake you up a bit more.

You feel heat traveling to your face, eyes glaring at his tie, but now he is way closer. The fact he is not afraid to walk into your personal bubble should make you uncomfortable and it in some point does, but it also awakens butterflies in your stomach. You become giddy inside and you can’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but it quickly fell at his intense look. “Thank you.” You whisper in question, perfectly done eyebrows rising to your forehead at disbelief. Han bites his lips, just like you are doing right now, completely unknowingly and he swears he can taste the strawberries on your mouth from here.

“Will you tutor me?” He asks and you have to step back a little to glance at him better, because you can’t breathe from how close he keeps getting. You pause at the ‘will’, he already knows that you won’t say no. “I suck so bad at physics and if I don’t do good at the next exam, I’m done. Mr. Lee said you are the only one who can safe me.” He says, exaggerating with his big expressions. He huffs, frowns and mostly looks at you with big puppy eyes.

Han drowns in your bashful state when he says the last sentence, you trying not to melt at his feet from the tone of his voice. You are just so overly taken back by this interaction that it is kind of hard to fully take it all in. You are already shocked that he walked up to you, talked to you and now he wants — no, needs your help? You don’t know if you can take it. “I-I—“ Your mouth is open, words at the tip of your tongue. However your mind is empty as you are not even sure what to say to him. Your mind goes back to his smirking friends and then to those jealous cheerleaders whose glares you still feel on your back. So much attention at once and mostly from him. Han waits, hands in his pockets, but both of you already know what you are going to say next. “I-I guess, I can—“

Han claps, the sound startling you, but he doesn’t see it as he looks at ceiling in greatfulness, though you don’t know it is mostly because of something else. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re a savior!” You shrink back at his loud voice, few people passing by you whispering to themselves. You feel hot, ready to pass out. You didn’t say yes, but also not no, you are not really sure what you wanted more — to go home after school or tutor him, well, he seems to know the answer for you. “Meet me before the school after?” Han says, already jumping back to walk back to his friends.

Your shuttering is cute, glasses fogging up at the bottom from your heavy sigh. “Oh, yeah!” Your voice breaks at the end and you want the floor to swallow you whole, but he only flashes you one of his dazzling smiles at the sound.

You stand there frozen in your spot, looking at him with small disbelief. You are already full of anxiety from just imagining yourself talking to him, he on the other hand only feels delight. He beams brightly, ignoring the remarks from his friends to look back at you for the last time. His eyes fall to the back of your thighs, hand keeping up your right sock up and he just can’t wait to see your skin up close again.

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You are for the rest of the day on high alert, but at the same time and for the first, you see yourself not paying too much attention to your classes. Your hands are shaking, lip quivering. You don’t see Han anymore till lunch, however your eyes are staring into your book, though not even reading. He watched you the whole time, like usually, but other than lunch he didn’t go near you. You noticed that, but maybe you are just delusional, maybe those other times he actually wasn’t really everywhere near you, just like now. Maybe you are actually reading too much into things.

Han on the other hand really tried hard not to go near you. A lot of people were whispering about how there’s something going on between him and the nerdy, shy girl — well, not yet, he wants to say. He stays away from you to make you even more nervous and after school when he finally will meet up with you, you will be all shaken up, shuttering cutely like you always do.

When you stepped out of the school, the sun was already setting. You felt exhausted, but at the same time not at all, because you know you will not be able to relax because of him. For whatever reason…You stood at the end of the stairs to the main entrance, watching people walk by you, chatting. You kept looking down at your phone, reading the time minute by minute. It was getting really late for you and your heart kept beating faster the longer you stood there.

Han thinks he literally breathes just because of you. He can’t help those feelings and the thoughts running through him when he watches you stand there under the stairs, waiting for him. Your hair is tucked behind your ears, glasses hanging low on your nose and he melts when you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. The way his heart skips a beat when he sees you move to turn around and walk away, breaks him and yet again it pulls him out his thoughts. He can’t let you get away, not when you are already so close, so he runs to catch up with you.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you and you are again startled by a booming voice. “Y/N, wait!” Han yells at you and your ears ring from just how loud he always is. You turn subtly around and he shakes his head at your unusual posture. It looks like you are guarding yourself. “Where are you going?” He asks you, puffing out air.

Shrugging softly, your eyes fall on the lit lamps around you and then the Moon. “Well it’s kind of late…” You are surprised by your leveled voice, but when you turn to look at him your voice dies at the end. You hate when you do that, it’s so embarrassing and even more when infront of him. You are actually surprised he even showed up, because you were really starting to think, it really was a joke after all, but how could you think that? He is so sweet…however, when looking at you, he thinks the exact opposite of himself.

Han is starting to panic a little at your words, walking around you to get a better look at you. “Huh?” He exclaims, glancing at his reflection in your glasses. “You promised to tutor me.” He pouts then, furrowing his eyebrows. You don’t hear the little fake tone in his voice, but his hurt expression melts your guard a little.

You didn’t promise him anything or did you? You can’t even think right now. “The library is closed.” You state softly.

He fights the urge to smirk, smiling only a little. “Yeah, I know.” He definitely knows. “I was thinking about going over to my place…to study of course.” Han drinks up your flustered state, the moment the words left him, you turned away so he wouldn’t see your face of shock. He can taste your shyness on his lips already and he is slowly starting to shake in excitement when you turn back to him.

The thought of going back to his place…it never crossed your mind. You definitely can’t handle being in a basically locked room where there would be just the two of you. On the other hand, you can’t say that the thought isn’t making you curious. “I don’t know…” You mumble, glancing at him briefly.

“Come on—“ He pressed, taking a bold step closer to you. “I won’t keep you up late.” Now there’s that smirk and when you timidly nod, he wants to kneel before you right then and there. The excitement pumping in him almost makes his veins burst, cheeks flushing just by the thought of you sitting on his bed and talking with that cute voice of yours. “Come on then, I won’t bite. It will be just the two of us, don’t worry.” Of course, he didn’t pay his roommate to stay out of their shared flat tonight.

‘Yeah, that’s what worries me’, you think. He walks you two back to his place, you keeping a small distance from him and he definitely didn’t like that. He lets you though, he would let you do anything and everything. Walking with you, his steps are quick, just to have more time with you inside his room. He really wants to know what is going on in the little head of yours. He wants to get under your skin, know your biggest likes and dislikes, fears and desires — what makes you shake. Han is acting crazy around you and you don’t even see it. You are so smart, but also such a dummy...He needs to show you, make you feel what you deserve.

The walk is silent, but it doesn’t take long before you two are standing in the elevator, waiting for it to lift you up to the 10th floor. It’s unusually quiet, no parties, no one in your way and he sees it as a blessing. You are not looking at him, even when you finally get into his shared apartment, but he knows he has your attention. He licks his lips, dry and thirsty and his whole head is spinning when he enters his room with you right behind him.

Your eyes go around his room, genuinely surprised by how clean it is. The walls are full of movie posters, musicians — your eyes land on his desk which is messy on the other hand. When you see the known magazine peeking out of the scattered papers, you instantly feel heat rising to your cheeks. You realize that he has been watching you the whole time when you glance at him and you are weakened by his look. His fingers play with the blue tie around his neck, nibbling at the material, loosening it and you breathe out sharply at the sight.

He finally has you in his room, he couldn’t believe it. “Take a seat.” Han says, gesturing to his unmade bed. Your eyes widened a little and his on the other hand close a little when your fingers just barely graze over his duvet.

“Here?” You mumble, playing with the strap of your shoulderbag.

He laughs, he has to. “Don’t act like you have never been in a boy’s room before.” He snickers, pulling out his phone from his pocket, but he doesn’t hear anything from you. His heart beats faster and he can’t help, but look somehow excited by your silence. “Fuck…really?” He is in disbelief, looking at you, just as you take a seat on the edge of his bed.

He is smiling wide and you thankfully don’t see it, attention on your sock clad feet instead. You are embarrassed to admit it and also too shy to lie. You can’t never lie or say no, it angers you a little, but Han could do that for you if you let him. He could be your voice, yours everything if you let him. Seeing you sitting on his bed, arched back as you fumble inside your bag is not helping him keep his sanity. Your tucked blouse rides up, exposing the skin of your lower back and he has to distract him by going through his playlist.

When you take out your small notebook and your phone, you suddenly hear a soft hum of music from behind you. Turning around, you see Han putting down his speaker which is playing a way too inappropriate song to listen to while studying. The low bass makes you vibrate and the thoughts of doing something completely different fill your mind. Why does he have to keep doing that? He is getting under your skin with his smooth moves and what you want to say, flirting. You don’t even know what it stands for really, maybe playing music while walking to your bed to lay down you means nothing.

“Won’t that be distracting you?” You wonder out loud, eyes still on the speaker even if he goes to sit on the bed with you.

“Not really.” He says, while looking at you. “Just don’t want you to hear my thoughts.” He whispers and you shiver at the tone of his voice, however you masked it well by shuffling a little more up on the bed. His eyes immediately fall down your shirt, watching your tits jump from your moves and he swears he can see the lace of your bra — was it baby pink?

“So what do you need help with?” You cough in your hand not to shutter again and it worked out well for you. You push for glasses up your nose, fanning your skirt so it drapes over your thighs, but from his point of view, he still can thankfully see your skin.

“Everything, honestly.” He laughs shortly.

You nod. “Let’s start with the basics then—“

You swear, he does it on purpose. Pushing his hair back, leaning back on his hands, looking with you with that twinkle in his eyes again and again. You don’t know what it is, you are not sure if you want to know. Every time your mouth would open, his attention drifts away, yet he looks only at you. You can see it in his eyes that he is somewhere else and it definitely reflected in his answers. Every one was incorrect and you don’t want to say that you are starting to get frustrated, but you explained everything to him at least twice, you told him a couple of good ways how to solve the questions, but no.

Also, something else didn’t help you keep your cool either. His room was awfully hot, even worse than a school’s classroom. You want to say it’s the weather, not those fuckboy-like songs — his playlist is vile or the way his also sweaty chest glistened in the city’s lights. The soft night breeze couldn’t reach your skin nor the sounds of cars under his window, you were really starting to drown in yourself. Han kept getting closer and closer, subtly, but after half an hour, it became clear to you. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, like the textbooks, while half of your ass was basically hanging out of the bed. If he gets any closer you think you will start to hyperventilate.

Han of course noticed your behavior. It surely must be because of him, your voice kept going lower, quieter, the more he shuffled closer to you. Your skin was almost drenching with sweat and the way your perfume flooded his whole room, he thinks, he will never open his bedroom window ever again. He can’t say that he also isn’t sweating and you definitely noticed that, because your eyes kept drifting to his naked chest. Maybe he should’ve changed and maybe he should’ve let you borrow something, so he then could cuddle with it later, but it would only ruin his fantasy.

He smiles again at your cute frown of frustration, it’s nice seeing something different on your face. Your pretty voice starts to melt more into the song, the more he looks at you. Never had been in a boys room…huh, he wonders if you have ever been with anyone before. One side is telling him yes, because — fuck, look at you. The school’s uniform looks on you way more sinful that it should and also your plush body, pink lips and pretty eyes hidden behind your glasses. Also you are a sweet person! Why does he keep forgetting about that? You are way more than your looks, you have brains and also charm that you don’t even know about. He wants to do more with you than just this, way more, but his filthy thoughts win over. On the other hand, you are just so shy, has someone ever tasted you? Suck at your pretty neck and tits, grabbed a handful of your ass? Tongue fucked you? Pulled your hair? Choked you? Bit you, mark you up…

“Why are you so tense, Y/N?” He cuts you off, not even realizing it, till your lips press into thin line. “Loosen up a little.”

You sigh, putting down your notebook to pull at your tie. “It’s just so hot…” You feel sweat dripping down your back a little, inner thighs glued together, because you didn’t change your position once in fear you would flash him. ‘Pity’, he thinks, staring at you while pulling off your tie with your painted nails — baby pink, just like your lips.

You literally have him wrapped around your finger, how can you not see it? Maybe if you would for once look at him in the eyes for long enough than you would see it. His eyes like to always drift lower and he just can’t help it when you look like that. Why do you? And why do you not see it yourself? Fuck, he wants to show you how pretty you are…He can’t go any longer, his mind is already all over the place and when he sees a glimpse of your bra, he has to fist his pants. Baby pink, like he imagined — he wonders if it matches.

“Yeah, that blouse is…tight.” Han almost moans out loud, but he thankfully bites down his on lip just in time, silencing that sound. Your own eyes drift to your blouse and then back at him. “You can take it off—“ He voices out his thoughts.

You are bewildered, in disbelief from what he just said. He doesn’t even seemed a little bit moved by his own words, leaning back on his hands, eyes fully on you. Did he look into your textbook at least once? Why didn’t you realize that it was on the same page the whole time? Maybe you were too occupied with trying to sound cool and collected and his nonstop staring didn’t help at all. “I don’t think you are even paying attention.” You sigh, playing with the fabric of your skirt.

“How so?” He asks, eyes going over your body and trying to memorize how it looks in the softly lit room.

“Well, you didn’t answer any of my questions right…” Which doesn’t mean, he was not paying attention, but his eyes tell you that you are right. In your state of pushing up your glasses again, you jump slightly in your seat when he sifts his weight to lean closer to you. “Why are you so close?” You ask, lump forming at the back of your throat.

Han stops moving, sitting right infront of you and trying to have a better look at eyes, but there is only the reflection of your phone screen in your glasses, preventing him from doing so. “Ask me again and if I answer correctly, I’ll get a treat.”

You frown. “Why?” You ask him.

“Motivation.”

There is short silence, the only noise being the music coming from his speaker. You take a small look around his room, squirming in your seat. “What do you mean by a treat? I don’t have any sweets…” You say, confused.

He wonders if you are truly so innocent and oblivious or if you are just playing with him. The sincere tone of your voice though told him everything he needed to know. A treat…he bets your lips taste like one. Han moves even closer, moving away your textbooks and you watch him with careful eyes. “I meant you.” He says smoothly with a cheeky smile and you are smacked across the face with his words.

He surprises you way too much and each time it’s a bigger surprise. You almost choke on your own spit, looking at him with wide eyes. “Oh! Oh, I-I…” And you are shuttering again, like always, but he never seems to mind. You are definitely not capable of talking right now, no words running through your mind, only him. Your hand grasping your phone is shaking and he at that points down at it.

“Ask me.”

You take a deep breath, a couple actually, because it’s seems like you can’t find it. Han’s stare is hard, unmoving from your eyes and you have to look down at your phone. Your thumb hovers over the screen, asking yourself if you should keep going. You are already feeling goosebumps on your sweaty skin, just from the thought of him doing something to you, but…what if he doesn’t answer correctly? Han can’t be serious right now…With your heart hammering against your chest, you scroll down the list of questions, trying to find the hardest one, because you don’t know what you would do if he answers it correctly. You don’t know if you want him to, you don’t know what you want. What does he want? You can’t help, but be curious and scared at the same time.

Han can see your internal struggle, but nothing about your body language is telling him, you don’t actually want him. “When a police officer uses a radar gun to measure a vehicle’s speed, what type of speed is measured? “ You ask, blinking at him in the lightly lit room, voice small. You actually think that this question is not even that hard, but seeing him having trouble with the other ones, you are curious what his answer will be.

Han fights to not smirk, while staring at you and he likes how your breath hitches when he confidently pushes all the things on the bed to the floor. “Instantaneous Acceleration.” He leans closer to you and you are having hard time to back away, watching him with mouth open as he puts your phone away.

“That’s correct…” You whisper in small disbelief, because you are starting to think he’s been playing with all along. However you can’t think much about it when he goes to sit right infront you.

Han is shaking inside when he leans over you, you fanning your pretty eyelashes at him and he swears you have never looked prettier. His eyes as well as his hand fall to your exposed leg. He hears the short, sharp intake of air, feeling goosebumps appearing on your skin as he trails his hand up and down. You are silent, squirming a little from how cold his hand is, but he quickly warms it up on your own skin. You are looking at him with big eyes, lips parted as his other hand comes to caress your cheek. Your chest keeps rising rapidly and you know, he can feel your skin lighting on fire. You watch his eyes fall to your lips and yours to his by reflex. “Just a kiss, Y/N.” His voice is like honey, his breath hitting your lips.

The hand on your leg stops at the meat of your thigh and when you feel his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheekbone you are in a daze. “Just one…” You whisper back, mostly to yourself, playing with your fingers nervously.

Han was right — you do taste like strawberries. You are sweet in taste and also in your moves. With your hazy state, he sees the opportunity to let his hand travel to your waist, squeezing immediately. A small noise of surprise falls from lips, just as he leaned to kiss you softly. However the moment he tastes you, the moment he feels the subtle touch of his lips over yours, the moment you made that sound — he needed more. The hand on your waist pulls you closer and at the same time, he presses his lips harder against yours.

You are trying to catch your breath through your nose, but it’s only taken away from you when moves his head to the side to lick into your mouth. Your head is empty, hands gripping at the fabric of your skirt as you try to at least keep up with him. His lips mold into yours, spit gathering in his mouth from hunger. When you poke your tongue against his he looses it. You are overwhelmed and he is not getting enough. Han wants to slurp at your spit, drink you whole in. He wants you to take over his own body, but at the same time, he wants to have you under him. Writhing in pleasure, fidgeting nervously from every move he makes, just like now.

He sticks his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours and he groans lowly at that. Your lips meet in nasty sounds that are perfectly mixing with the music he put on — it was perfect. The hand on your waist travels to the front, squishing the soft rolls of your tummy forming by how you are sitting. Even now you are trying to make yourself smaller, but he definitely won’t let you get away. You were so occupied by kissing him back that you let out a loud gasp when he suddenly bites down at your lip.

You pull away from him a little, the best you could do anyway, because he has you in a very tight grip. “Han! What are you doing?” You gasp out, bottom lip tingling in small pain.

Han is out of breath, a little disappointed to be pulled away so soon from you, but when he looks down at swollen lip, it didn’t matter too much. “Kissing you?” He says, smiling breathlessly and looking over your body. He can feel the weight on his hands, but also you are slightly frozen over, looking down at your lap. “Do you want to stop?”

He hopes not, he can’t live on otherwise. The hand holding your delicate face drifts down to your neck, pushing away strands of your hair to lean closer to you. His nose is hit with your sweet perfume again, eyes almost rolling back into his head. Seeing that you are not pushing him away, he leans down to kiss your skin. It tickles you, startles you from how good it feels to have his lips on your neck. He keeps distracting you with his moves, his mouth and you have to squeeze his shoulders to win his attention back. “Han, I—“

“Sorry, just can’t help it.” He whines out and you have to bite at your abused lip to silence your own sounds. You are not even recognizing yourself, while glancing at your reflection in his mirror. His body hovers over yours, both of yours legs almost tangled and you watch him pull away from you just to look down your shirt. “Do they hurt?” You are taken back by his question, following his eyes, seeing him look down your blouse.

Han is way more bold than he himself expected to be, but he can’t do anything other than act on his desires. “No…” Your bottom lip is pouts out and he almost goes to kiss you again, but he decides do something else.

You are gasping, hot breath hitting his face when his hands grasp your underboob. You are chewing already on your lip, watching his hands wrap around your tits, blunt nails digging into your skin. He definitely can feel your nipples hardening when he squeezes both of your tits at the same time. A small whimper leaves your lips and you have to shut your eyes in embarrassment.

Fuck, he knows that he probably looks crazy right now, when he literally drools over the sight of his hands on your tits. The tips of his fingers nibble at your blouse, pushing it to the side to reveal your bra to him. He is in shock that you actually wear something like that to school when someone could just take a peak or spill something over you. The almost see through fabric wraps around you so nicely, cute little bow in the middle and his thumb flickers hungrily over the soft skin spilling over the top. “Hmm, your bra looks really tight…are you sure?” You choked out another sound when he gropes your tits. “You want a massage? You’re always so tense, Y/N—“

You whine, pressing your hand over your mouth when he latches his lips on your nipple, taking the material of your blouse and even your bra inside his mouth. He can taste your perfume, the softener you use, but mostly you. His eyes are still on your scrunched up face, even while drooling over you. “Fuuuuck, look at you—“ When he bites down at your nipple a soft, shy moan leaves you.

“Han…” You breathe heavily, hands in your lap shaking from his mouth on your breast. He switches to your right nipple while his fingers twist and pull at the other. You are trembling already, shivering when he suddenly blows cold air on you. You look drown at him with your eyes droopy, glasses fogged up at the bottom and he definitely doesn’t look any better.

His plump lips are red and swollen, spit all over his mouth and when he leans away from you, you finally see what he has done to you. Your white blouse is soaked through, pink bra showing under the now see through material and you still feel your nipples tingling when he pulls you closer to him. “Closer, come closer—“ His voice is whiny, stuck at the back of his throat. You watch him spread his legs out, caging your body and when he taps both of his thighs you are startled a little.

“On your lap?” You bite your lip, looking at him from beneath your glasses. Han is already nodding his head, pulling you closer to him, scrunching up the material of your shirt between his fingers. His cock is already straining against his pants, twitching at the sight of you. Your skirt rides up when you shuffle your way to him and his hands are already on your waist, eagerly pushing you down on him. And when you did — oh, he almost fucking cums right when your pretty, clothed pussy falls on his cock. “Yeah, that’s it —move a little–“

He is already putting pressure on your hips and you can’t even breathe at that moment. You can feel him under you and it sparks up something in you that you have never felt before. You are embarrassed that you can already feel your underwear sticking to your slick, hands shaking on his wide shoulders. From this angle you see him in new light and he is glowing. His eyes are comically wide, tongue poking out his mouth when he just barely grazes his crotch over yours. “Han, I’ve never..” You whimper at the end, too weak to stop him from moving against you.

His hands are gripping your hips rather painfully, he is aware, but when his cock grazes over your pussy, he blacks out. “It’s okay, let me show you, yeah? Want you to feel good, you want that right? You deserve it so much—“ His mouth is full of you, kissing down your neck. He licks a long stripe over your pulse, wrapping his lips around the pumping vein just to suck at it. Fuck, he is really getting under your skin…

Your hand falls to the back of his neck, crying at how hard he sucks your skin in his mouth, making you burry your nails into his skin and he literally growls. He doesn’t stop at that though, his lips move way lower, right to the skin peaking out of your bra. His saliva drips down your neck to that spot and he sure sees it as a sight to mark it up. You are already calling out his name and he is kind of disappointed in himself that he told his roommate to go, because you definitely deserved to be heard. Your moans, whimpers, choked sighs — no, those are his, his only. He is thriving with the fact that he is the one making you feel like this and he is hoping that he will be the only one.

He needs more of you, he thinks, while nibbling at the soft skin of your breasts. Han pulls away from the spot with a pop! and to his delight you are already looking at him with those glossy eyes of yours. “Someone will see that!” Your voice is still so soft, even if you at trying your hardest to sound angered.

Han glances back to the spot, where a purple hickey is forming and he has to go over it with his fingers. “I don’t care and you shouldn’t either.” Your lips fall into thin line, silent moan coming out of you when he squeezes your tits. Your body looks absolutely sinful in his hands — glasses on your nose almost falling off, neck covered with love bites, white blouse hanging off your shoulders, exposing your pretty tits covered in that pink bra and your legs? You keep squeezing them around him to relief yourself and that makes him grab a hand full of your ass to push your cunt against his cock. “Come on, Y/N, make yourself cum…” Han is literally in heaven when your hips jump forward and when your face shows a shock by the sudden pleasure you start doing it more. “Like that yeahhhh-“

Your breathing is heavy, hands grasping his shoulders, holding for dear life. He wonders if you ever humped your pillow, because you are moving like you did — he has to buy you a pillow with his face on it. He leans back on his hand to get a better look at you. You are pouting, huffing, trying so desperately not to let out any sounds but, he is not having it. His hand pushes your skirt up, just so his hand can meet your cheek with a nasty slap.

The sound echoes in the room and you finally let out a moan, the stinging pain quickly melting into pleasure. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy soaking my cock–“ Han grits through his teeth, his own hips jumping to bump into yours. “You are so pretty — so fucking pretty…you like when I call you that?” Humming, he watches your face become beet red even if your skin is dark in the soft light of his room. He can feel your legs shaking, his hands traveling to your ass to abuse it between his fingers. It almost looks like Han is only using you for his own pleasure and he kind of is.

He is huffing, groaning, spit gathering in his mouth from the sight of you bouncing on him. His hands on your ass jiggle the fat and you whimper in small embarrassment that is only being swallowed by his mouth. Your mouth is basically just hanging open, letting him tongue fuck you, because you can’t simply keep up with his moves. You are already out of breath, hips jumping wildly in pleasure and you know you are on the edge as well as him when he slap your ass again to gain your attention.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on this cock — fuck, yeah. Make it messy, Y/N, because I want you to soak through my pants, so every time I wear them, I think of you humping your pussy on me—“ A sharp moan leaves you, feeling the rumbling in your lower tummy. You are having a hard time keeping up with your own pleasure, whining from the pain in your thighs, but he thankfully takes over. Han fucks into you rapidly, eyes drifting from your bouncing tits that are falling out of your bra back to your face of euphoria. “That’s it, such a good girl–“

With a loud moan you burry your face into his neck, cumming hard over him. Your legs are shaking from pain and pleasure, eyes blurry with tears. Han is smiling breathlessly like a crazy man, caressing your head, smoothing down your hair. He can feel your hot cunt leaking, cream from your orgasm staining the black material of his pants. His hold is soft, letting you ride out your high just because his minds keeps spinning in images and the image of him burring his face into your spend cunt is one of them.

You are thrown onto the bed and you can’t do much against it in your exhaustion. You sigh when he comes to hover over you, your eyes automatically going to his open shirt and you almost drool at the sight of his abs and tiny waist. “Fuck, baby you are amazing—“ You close your eyes, shying away from him a little and he laughs at that. “Always so shy…” You hum in agreement to his surprise and he at that goes back to suck more at your neck. His bites are mean and also his bold hands that grope everything in their way. His nose tickles your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin. Your hands finally rest upon him, just barely, but he can feel your fingers at the bottom of his shirt. When he looks down is eyes however don’t fall on your fingers, but at the spot right between your legs. Your thigh high socks are still by some miracle, digging into the skin of your inner thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, so he has a perfect view of your underwear and how he hoped, it fucking matched.

The lacy material is already ruined by your leaking pussy and when he if looks carefully enough he can see the outline of your folds. “Holy shit, look at that!” He leans back into his knees while you press your face into his pillow in embarrassment. How can you be so shy when you literally rode his cock just few minutes ago? He thinks, he’s in love…

The panties are deliciously digging into your hips, thighs just begging to be wrapped around his head and how could he resist that. Han shuffles down the bed rather quickly, mouthing at your thigh next and you are left trembling again. You are already exhausted, yet you think you want more — need more. You are curious about what else he can do to make you not feel like yourself anymore. The skin of your inner thighs is sensitive, you know that, because you sometimes like to pinch the skin between your fingers, just like he is doing it with his teeth. “Sensitive—“ You warn him, shuttering as he bites and licks at your thighs.

He looks up to you, not stopping however and then the tip of his tongue is hit with sweetness. His head is already so close to your pussy, but he has to lick up all of your juices from your skin firstly, just replacing it with his spit. “Let me eat your pussy, I need it…I swear, I will make you feel so good—“ You are already nodding your head, fisting the sheets, just as he hooks his finger in your underwear. “Let me blow your mind, baby.”

Han almost pulls out his phone to take a picture, because he has never seen a pussy so pretty. From your orgasm it’s a little swollen, red, clit just begging to be sucked into his mouth. He can smell your arousal from here, but he needs you closer — he needs to drown in you. His hands slide your body down and you yelp form how easily he did that, letting him push your legs up to your chest. You want to cry from his blown out pupils, tongue hanging from his mouth and then finally watching him press the slick muscle against you.

Your body jerks from the new feeling, a little puzzled by it, but you can’t really think straight, when he starts to fuck you with his mouth. Han’s eyes are rolled back into his head, while slurping you all up, sucking at your labia, your hole, just barely letting his tongue slide in and flicking your puffy clit. He can feel it pulsating in his mouth, smacking his lips at your taste — strawberries and cream. Han can’t get enough of how soft you feel, cock painfully pressing against his pants, however it only makes it feel better. The pain combined with the pleasure of eating your cunt is the most erotic thing he has ever felt.

“S-slow down!” A pathetic plea leaves you, but he doesn’t hear it. His nose is buried in you so deep that he has trouble breathing, face becoming red from the low intake of oxygen. He doesn’t need oxygen when he is breathing in something much more pleasurable. He can’t fight his hips from humping against his bed. The hands on the back of your thighs push them further to your chest, letting him press his mouth into your leaking hole. His tongue flattens, licking a long stripe from the rim of your ass to your clit. “Han!” So sweet and tight…

Your pussy sucks his tongue right in, even if you are shaking from overstimulation. He needs to feel you orgasm on his tongue, so he is on a mission to make you cum as fast as possible, just to taste more of you. “How do you taste so good? It’s the fucking strawberries, you always eat, I swear-“ You are literally crying, tears streaming down your face and his hips flew away from the bed, because he almost cums in his pants.

Your hand comes to push his head away simple because you can’t even think from hard he is pressing his tongue against you. Your pussy is on fire, liquid lava filling up your tummy and you literally scream when he starts to slurp meanly at you. The sound is so loud, hand shaking and just lying on his head. You can’t control your trembling body and when he starts to shake his head from side to side, you are crying out, pleading for him to just slow down a little, but he only starts to suck your whole pussy into his mouth. “Han! F-feels weird, ah!” You want to push his head away, but he is acting like possessed, nails digging into your skin and you know there are definitely going to be bruises.

Han can’t stop, not when he tastes the hot cream leaking from your hole, smearing all over his chin. He is shaking inside, because he knows, why you are warning him and that makes him go even harder. His tongue is numb, lips red, but when he goes to suck at your clit, he hears that moan again. Your eyes are wide open, back arching when he nibbles at your nub and this orgasm almost takes you out.

He sees your eyes rolling back into your head and then he feels you squirt all over him, coating his face and bed in your pleasure. His lips are parted, drinking you up and he wants to cry at your beautiful state. “So, good—“ Han is whining, hips jumping in the air, looking at your squirting pussy. Your holes spasm, your painfully swollen slit pulsating on his tongue and he is simply amazed by your body.

“Fuck…” You mumble, feeing your soaked thigh highs melting into you. Han is shocked by the word leaving for pretty lips, while he crawls his way up your exhausted body to kiss you sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips and you have to say you do taste rather sweet. Leaning back, you try to look at him, but your glasses are all the way down your neck, so he puts your glasses back on your nose for you and you immediately sigh in embarrassment at his wet face, shirt and even few strands of his hair. “I’m sorry—“

Han eyes widened at your sad eyes, shaking his head immediately. “No, baby.” He coos, caressing your cheek softly, like he just didn’t make you squirt just by his mouth. He is really a lot to take in. “You did so well for me—“ With each word he kisses a part of your face — your forehead, cheeks, nose, cupid’s bow, before his lips land again on your lips.

“I did?” You shiffle slightly and he feels filthy, because your face is making his cock swell painfully. He needs to cum or he will go mad. You can tell he that he is hurting in his pants, because you can feel his hard cock against your thigh and your eyes quickly fall down to catch a sight of it.

He breaths out in a small disbelief at your move, catching you in act. “Wanna make me feel good too?” Your big eyes gaze at him in wonder. “How about I teach you how to suck a cock?” You sharply gasp at the words coming from his plump lips and he knows that he won’t last long, just by your cuteness. You softly nod your head, just a small shy smile appearing on your face and Han then roughly pushes your cheeks together to maneuver you.

It hurts a little, but you let him guide you to the end of the bed, throwing one of his pillows down on the floor for you to kneel on. You are in a trance, while looking up at him, watching him move down the bed, so his crotch is right before your face. You are looking at his covered cock innocently, hands in your lap. You look heavenly in your post-orgasm state, kneeling before him like a slut…”Come on, baby — pull them down.” Han helps you guide your hands to his zipper, your fingers grazing over him in the process. The sound of the zipper is loud, it rings in your ears like your heartbeat as you watch him push down his pants with his boxers following right after.

Your gasp is delicious, mouth hanging open, eyes only on him. His cock is leaking, droplets of pearly cum coating his flushed, almost purple tip, his balls are swollen, ready to burst at any moment. Han is fully aware that this is your first time seeing someone like this and he really is enjoying himself, because of it. Your eyes keep going up and down, mesmerized by the length and thickness. You don’t know what is considered big, but you are sure Han never let anyone down with his pretty cock.

You watch him closely, when he wraps his hand around himself, squeezing at the base. Han is watching you too — how you bite your lip, how your glasses are slightly dirty from all the activities you two did and how you are keeping a good eye on how he jerks his cock off. “Gimme your hand—“ You are careful, slowly giving him hand. The moment your hand is replaced by his, you sigh in surprise and he groans in pleasure. “Move your hand up and down…yeah, just like that, you are doing so good for me—“ The feeling of him in your hand is weird, but not bad, he feels hard yet squishy and you have to squeeze him to see how it feels. “Fuck! Come closer.”

His hand becomes tangled in your hair and you hiss softly, when he pulls at it, pushing your head closer to him. “Should I lick it?” You asks, shyly, glancing up at him. “Just like you did to me?”

Han wonders where you have been his whole life for a second, before he quickly nods. “Yeah, lick it, baby — suck on the tip too.” Your hot tongue then meets his painful tip and he hears you hum at his taste. Kitten licking it, he pushes your hair away from your face to look at you better.

Your eyes are closed, frown that he knows is from concentration plastered on your face. Your hand is still around him, not moving, maybe because it was too much for your little head to handle, but he still wraps his own hand around yours to move it up his cock. Your eyes shoot open, hand moving now on your own and when you start to kiss at his cock head, he moans in delight. “Squeeze your hand a little…good girl, now suck on my cock—“

Your lips wrap around him, tongue poking at his hole perfectly. You can see why he enjoys giving so much and you definitely want to thank him for that. He’s been so nice to you, making you feel so good. You suck a little harder, mouth already halfway full of him and you for a split second think you may have done it a little too hard, but you are quickly proven wrong.

Han whimpers, the beautiful sound, making you press your legs together. When he pushes your head down further you let him, even if your scalp is on fire from his grip. “Put your hand on my balls and keep your mouth still for me, okay?” You only hum around him, making him whine more. Like he said, your hand unwraps from his cock to travel down his balls, keeping it there and waiting for the next instructions. “Play with them, do what you want with them, while I fuck your mouth.”

You moan around him again, spit pooling out of mouth and down the hand that squeezes his heavy balls. You almost pull away from him when he starts to snap his hips up. You immediately gag around him, breathing through your nose heavily. Han is leaking into your mouth, watching carefully how your throat contracts around him. From having you hump his cock to making you squirt on his tongue and now having your mouth on him, he can’t fight his quickly approaching orgasm.

When your nose and glasses hit the hair on his pubic bone, it makes you gargle a little and he finally knows where he wants his cum. Those fucking glasses — they complement you so well and you look like wet dream right now, his dirty fantasy come true, he wonders what would you do if anyone would catch you like this. The nerdy, shy girl taking a cock down her throat like total slut and being so obedient for the school’s notorious badboy. “Ha! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming—“ You suck in air, face red as he suddenly pushes you off him. You look at him, hand still playing with his balls that you feel twitching in your grasp. The cute, confused face makes him groan loudly, his own hand wrapping around his cock. The hand in your hair tightens, pushing your head down to make you kneel down at his feet again. Your eyes caught the sight of him jerking himself off quickly, cock right in your face and you gasp when he cums over you.

Thick ropes of white land on your glasses, making you close your eyes in reflex. Han is moaning loudly, pumping himself dry and he thinks he could cum again just by the sight of your pretty face covered in his cum. “Y/N…” It lands on your glasses, your eyebrow and lips and when you on instinct go lick it off, he knows that it is over for him.

Han Jisung is completely speechless. Your face is covered in him, lips red, body teared apart and covered in his marks. Purples, reds from his selfish lips and hungry hands. Mind empty, only pleasure lingering. He caresses your face softly in a absolute devotion, mirroring your smile of happiness, mixed with exhaustion. He looks down at you, like you are the thing he has been searching for and all that’s left to say is that...you are going to be forever his.

[ninrinv]

nerd seonghwa lookalike contest in my room

3:00 am

☆Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

☆Pairing: roommate!Seonghwa x fem!reader

☆Word Count: 4.1k

☆Warning: pwp (?), gentle/soft Seonghwa, unprotected sex (be safe horny ppl), needy reader, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby), some dirty talk, praise, fucked from behind, (lmk if I missed anything) if you see any typos no you don’t

☆Summary: It’s late and you’re too horny to sleep. Luckily you find your roommate up late as well. Come to your surprise he’s willing to help you.

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You let out an exaggerated sigh of annoyance, shifting on your back after tossing and turning for a while. You stare up at the dark ceiling, admitting defeat after trying to fall asleep and failing miserably. You checked the time, looking over at the clock on your bedside table.

 3:04 am

It was late at night, and here you are laying restless on the bed, aching between your legs. You didn’t know why, but you just felt so horny. Earlier you tried to do something about it, but your fingers weren’t enough to get you close. You tried to ignore the feeling between your legs, but every time you shut your eyes images of dirty scenarios pop into your head.

You kick the covers off you, the cold night air biting into the flesh of your bare legs. You slowly pull yourself off the bed, well if you couldn’t sleep might as well get yourself a little snack. You stepped out the room and into the hallway, quietly walking past your roommate, Seonghwa’s room.

 You cocked your head to the side when you noticed a small light emanating from underneath his door. Oh, Seonghwa is awake, why is he up so late? You knock on the door and slowly turn the knob when you hear a low “Come in”, from the other side. 

Seonghwa sat at his desk, lamp shining brightly beside him. He was wearing his black, silk pajamas, back facing you as he focused on the legos in his hands. You roll your eyes, entering his room and sitting on his bed. 

“Are you really building legos at 3 am?”

 “Yup,” he says popping the ‘p’ sound. 

“Why?” 

“Can’t sleep,” he shrugs.

“That makes two of us,” you mumble.

You plop backwards on his mattress, arms sprawled out on the covers and you hear Seonghwa chuckle deeply. 

“Why can’t you sleep?”

You pause for a moment, well you certainly can’t tell him the real reason. ‘Oh well I’m so horny, it’s preventing me from sleeping.’ Seonghwa doesn’t need to know that.

“Just… restless.”

You hear a small scoff coming from Seonghwa, he still doesn’t turn your direction. He was too fixated on attaching one of the Lego pieces together in the correct spot. 

“I don’t believe you.”

You propped yourself on your elbows to look at Seonghwa, shooting him a confused look.

“What?”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

He puts the legos down and finally turns around in his chair to face you. 

“What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

You seriously debate if you should tell the truth or not. I mean, you and Seonghwa have talked about personal stuff before. You guys have lived with each other for while now so you know each other like the back of your hands. Seonghwa raises his brows at you, watching you intently as you pondered.

You let out a sigh and sit up straight. Seonghwa turned his chair around so he could face you better.

“Well… ugh, don’t laugh okay.”

“I’m not gonna laugh, what’s up?”

You take a deep breath, cheeks started to feel warmer from what you were about to say.

“I’m just… horny. So I can’t sleep.”

Seonghwa blinked at you, a little taken aback by your words.

“Oh.”

You let out a groan, falling back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to hide your face in. You heard Seonghwa chuckle a little and you kicked him. 

“I said don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing at you. You have me worried for a second, I thought it was gonna be something serious.”

“This is serious!”

Your voice was muffled from the pillow, Seonghwa couldn’t help but find your embarrassment endearing. 

“Just go masturbate or something.”

“I tried, but I couldn’t get close.”

You finally sit up, throwing the pillow back on the bed. Your body slumped forward as you frowned.

“Don’t you have some sort of vibrator or something?”

“It’s dead and I lost the charger,” your mumbled.

Seonghwa laughs softly again, he reached up to ruffle your hair and you glared at him.

“Seonghwa, stop that.”

You shoo’s his hand away and he smiles.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you. Just try to ignore it.”

He sits back in his chair crossing his arms. You glare at him again, not enjoying the smug look on his face. 

“You want me dead.”

“So dramatic,” he rolls his eyes. 

Seonghwa thinks for a moment while you sulk on his bed. He bit his lip, taking in a breath before speaking.

“Well… I have an idea, but i don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”

Your head perks up, at his words. You felt like you were so desperate for release that you would do anything so you could sleep.

“What is it? I’ll do anything at this point.”

“Well… maybe you need a helping hand.”

You cock your brow up, what did he mean by that? 

“Helping hand?” You ask slowly.

“Yeah, a second person…”

Your heart started to race a bit faster. What did Seonghwa mean by that? And why was his request only making the ache between your legs grow stronger.

Seonghwa stared blankly at you, waiting for your reply. He rolls his eyes when you remain silent, he can see you weren’t fully grasping his words.

“I’m saying you need to be fucked.”

“I mean… yeah I do but I don’t necessarily have anyone. Especially since it’s 3 in the morning.”

“I can do it.”

Now it was your turn to stare blankly at him. You body froze and your eyes wide, but on the inside you were screaming ‘WHAT THE FUCK SEONGHWA? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’LL DO IT? WAIT, WHY DO I WANT TO SAY YES?’

Seonghwa snaps his fingers at you while calling your name. You snap back to reality, not realizing that you just short circuited. 

“Sorry for a second there I thought you said you would fuck me.”

“I did.”

“Seonghwa!”

“What?! I’m just trying to help. Look if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine.”

Seonghwa waves his hands in defense, feeling a little embarrassed for suggesting such a thing. He was ready to just pretend like nothing happened and shrug off your rejection, but then you spoke.

“I never say I didn’t want to.”

Seonghwa looked back at you, feeling his heart race faster at your words. He clears his throat and stands up off the chair. You look up at him, suddenly feeling small while he towered over your sitting form.

“Then, let’s get started. The faster we finish the faster you get to sleep.”

Seonghwa sat on the bed, back pressed against the head board as he gestured you to come sit in his lap. Your body moved on auto pilot, crawling over to him and straddling his lap.

“Are you sure this is okay, Seonghwa?”

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to help my friend. If you don’t want this.. just tell me and I’ll stop.”

You felt his fingers graze your cheek as he cupped your jaw. You were already so needy that the gentle touch sent electricity through your body.

“No… I want this. I need this.”

“Alright then.”

Seonghwa smiles feeling relieved at your words. He looked down at your body, admiring how you looked in your oversized shirt and small shorts. His hands ran up your bare thighs, he chuckled when he sees the goosebumps rising up on your skin.

“You look very pretty like this. I always love it when you wear these small shorts.”

His hands reach up to grip your hips. The small touches make you feel more needy, and you couldn’t help it when a whine escaped your lips.

“Seonghwa, please I need you now. Don’t tease me.”

Seonghwa pouts at you, brushing your hair out of your face. He shows mercy, after all you’ve been needy for so long (he also couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to feel you.)

“Aww baby, don’t fret.”

He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your neck. You reach up, gripping at the silk material of his pajama shirt. You let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his plump lips on your hot skin. He gripped your hips to pull you closer and you let out a small yelp. 

Your pussy ached, Seonghwa swore he could feel you throbbing through the thin material of your clothes. That made him feral, he didn’t know what took over him when he gripped your shorts and pulled them down your hips.

You gasped, shifting slightly so Seonghwa could slide the shorts off your legs. You let out another whine when his long, cold fingers slid through your wet folds. Seonghwa groaned against your neck. 

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.”

“I told you I’m horny.”

“You’re so cute.”

His praises only make you feel even needier. His voice was so soft when he spoke to you and his warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. You gently pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck when he licked a warm strip on your jaw.

You felt Seonghwa slowly rub circles on your clit with ease. You couldn’t help it when your hips started to grind down against his fingers, his digits sliding against your folds in the best way possible.

“Oh you’re such a needy girl grinding on my fingers like that.”

You nod and hummed in agreement. Never in a million years did you think your roommate would be touching you this way, but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was Seonghwa and his gentle touches. The whole time you were enjoying yourself Seonghwa  was admiring you, you’re so beautiful it’s mesmerizing.

“Why don’t you say it for me princess?”

“Hm?”

“Tell me you’re my needy girl.”

You felt your core ache with need at his words. Subconsciously, you began to grind harder on his fingers, your hips moving faster the more you grew desperate. Seonghwa smiles to himself at the sight, feeling his own arousal building up in his pants.

“I’m your… needy girl Seonghwa. Please take care of me.”

Seonghwa groaned at the sound of your voice. He pulled his fingers away, grabbing your hips and gently moving you on the bed. Your body felt like putty at this point that you moved without resistance, letting Seonghwa control your body however he wanted. 

“You sound so pretty, I’m gonna take real good care of you okay? Then you can sleep so well.” 

The only response you could muster was a small whine and a nod. Seonghwa didn’t mind though, he knew you were probably already too lost to even form words.

Seonghwa had you laying on your stomach, you cheek pressed against the pillow and your legs spread wide. His hands slid down your body, cupping your ass while he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Can you move your hips up darling?”

You nod, moving your hips while Seonghwa pulled you up simultaneously. You were now ass up, legs spread wide and pussy on full display. What a sight for sore eyes. Seonghwa couldn’t feel his dick twitching in his pants just by looking at you.

He noticed the way your folds glistened with arousal, he moaned at the sight, taking two fingers and sliding them in with ease. 

You whine in the pillow, rocking your hips on his fingers. He slowly started to pump them in and out, holding your hips to keep your still.

“You’re so wet… and warm. What got you this horny in the first place?”

You shrug, turning your head to speak clearer.

“I don’t know…. I just started to feel this way.  But once you began to touch me…”

You let out whines between your word and Seonghwa watched you endearingly. He smiled at you softly as he continued to thrust his fingers as deep as they can go. 

“Did my touch make you more needy?”

You let out a long whine, nodding against the pillow. Seonghwa felt his whole body ignite with desire at your reaction. He needed you, badly. And the fact that you felt the same was doing something to Seonghwa. 

He wanted to keep touching you, and give you all the pleasure you deserve. But the more he looked at you and the more he played with you, he just grew too needy. And by the way your hips were desperately trying to fuck back against his fingers, he’s confident to say you were feeling the same.

“Oh god. I’m gonna fuck you now. Is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly, gripping tightly to the bedsheets beneath you.

“Yes yes please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Seonghwa chuckled at your neediness. He slowly pulled his fingers out, groaning when he saw the slick of your arousal glisten on them.

“I got you princess, I won’t make you wait.”

He pulled the waistband off his pajama pants down to his mid thigh. He grabbed hold of the base, his dick literally throbbing in his hand. He rubbed his red tip against your hole making him moan and you whimper at the feeling. 

“I can’t wait to feel you baby. I’m gonna put it in,” he warned.

Once he saw you nod against the pillow he was ready to go. Seonghwa placed his hand flat on the small of your back, the head of his cock prodded at your hole before he slowly pushed it in.

You let out a gasp, finally feeling what you’ve been yearning for all night. Seonghwa took in a sharp breath, head falling back as he slowly pushed his dick inside you. You were both letting out long moans, and you felt you legs start to tremble already. 

Seonghwa wasn’t the biggest in the world, but god did he feel amazing. He was the perfect size just for you, and when he fully bottoms out and you feel his pelvis pressed against your ass, you were filled just right. No pain, no discomfort, just bliss. 

“Oh my god,”you whispered. 

You both stayed that way for a moment, Seonghwa leaned forward with his chest flushed against your back. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer and you can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck.

“You have the most perfect pussy. Feels so good,” he mumbled. 

You were going to reply, but your words got caught in your throat when you felt Seonghwa  start to rock his hips back and forth. Your whole body was filled with pleasure and you felt your mind start to cloud. Seonghwa rested his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you. He chuckled when he saw your expression change from desperate needy, to a blissed out face. 

He was so close you could feel his long hair tickling your cheek. He leaned down to kiss your head, whispering praises in your ear. His room was filled with lewd moans, the bed squeaking and hitting the wall. But his favorite, was the sound of his cock pounding deep inside your wet pussy. He tried to keep his own moans down, wanting to only hear yours, but it was hard when you started to clench around him.

You gripped at the pillow beneath you, hiding your face in it and letting out muffled moans. Seonghwa was fucking you just right, hitting all the spots you could never reach on your own. Seonghwa tsked at you, watching the way you hide away into the pillow.

“No no baby let me hear your pretty moans.”

You whine, turning your head to the side to let out clearer moans. Seonghwa pulled away, you felt a rush of air hit your skin. You already missed his touch. You turned to look over your shoulder, ready to let out a protest. But before you could Seonghwa gripped tightly to your hips and drilled into you. 

You let out a yelp and you head fell back on the pillow. The bed squeaked louder beneath you, it wouldn’t be a shock if you hear a complaint from the neighbors the next morning. You reached behind you to grip Seonghwa’s hip, pulling him against you to feel him even deeper. 

Seonghwa groaned, he was mesmerized at the sight of you sucking up his length with ease. He watched intently, grabbing the flesh of your ass and spreading them apart to give him a better view. 

“That’s it baby take my dick, you deserve it. You deserve to get fucked.”

“Seonghwa you fuck me so good. I love it… please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop princess. Not when you look this good…fuck and feel this good.”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably and Seonghwa noticed. He cooed at the sight rubbing his hand against your back.

“Aw baby are you getting tired?”

You whine, nodding with a small pout. You felt so weak your legs would give out in any moment. He chuckled, pushing you down on the mattress.

“Lay down pretty girl, you did so good just lay there and take it.”

You whimpered, your body fell fully on the bed but Seonghwa didn’t stop. He repositioned himself she could fuck you at the new angle. He hovered over you again, resting his weight on his hands beside you head, You whined and cried into the pillow, you couldn’t control any of the sounds leaving your lips. At this point you didn’t care that it was near 4 am, and neither did Seonghwa. 

With the new position you felt impossible tighter around Seonghwa’s dick. He wasn’t gonna last very long, he grunted loudly cursing in your ear. You felt your own orgasm creep up, you have never came from another man fucking you. Seonghwa just felt so good, he filled you up just right it was like his dick was made for you. 

You reach up behind you, cupping the back of Seonghwa’s neck. Seonghwa leaned in to kiss your cheek, jaw, neck any place he could reach.

“Seonghwa baby I’m close. Please don’t stop please I’m gonna cum for you.”

Seonghwa groaned at your words, his own orgasm dangerously close as well.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Cum on my dick.”

You moaned louder, nodding your head. You turned you head back to the best of you abilities. You and Seonghwa stared into each others eyes, you don’t know what came over you, but the way his lips parted while he panted and his brows furrowed with pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself when you pulled him down to connect your lips together. 

Seonghwa moaned in the kiss, gripping your jaw with one hand. He snakes it down to wrap around your neck. He didn’t apply pressure, he just wanted to hold it there. A small reminder that right now you were his. The moment you felt Seonghwa slide his tongue in your mouth you were ready to be pushed off the edge. 

Seonghwa whimpered when you tightened around him, he knew your were close. He needed to see it, needed to see you unwind on his cock. He whispered against your lips in a low seductive voice.

“Cum for me baby, you deserve it.”

And with that, your body let go. You pulled away to fall against the mattress, hiding in the pillow as you moaned loudly in it. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your eyes rolled in the back of you head. Seonghwa gripped tightly to your hip when he felt you cum on his cock. His own hips faltered, and he pulled out to release hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His moans were so beautiful, so soft yet sexy. 

You felt like you were on cloud nine, panting against the pillow with your body feeling weak. Seonghwa stared at you, fucked out and limp on his bed. He chuckled breathlessly, leaning in to kiss your shoulder.

“Good girl.”

You let out a weak whine, the sound being muffled by the pillow. He pushed your hair to the side, leaning in to kiss the back of your neck. He caressed your body in a soothing manner, that was probably the best sex he’s ever had and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. 

Seonghwa reached to his bedside drawer to pull out some baby wipes. You shivered when the cold, wet wipes made contact to your skin while Seonghwa cleaned you up. You giggle against the pillow, turning back to look at Seonghwa.

“Thank you.”

Seonghwa smiled back at you, throwing the soiled wet wipe in the trash. He adjusted your shirt so it could cover your body again, giving your some decency. You giggle at the action and shift around so you were on your back. Seonghwa pushed his hair behind his ear, trying not to look at you body (even though he just fucked you against the mattress). You noticed him suddenly get shy, and you reached up to hold his hand.

“I enjoyed it, thank you Seonghwa.”

“Me too.”

Seonghwa smiled brightly at you. He grips your hand tightly, holding it in his lap. You both suddenly felt a weird tension in the air. Did that really just happen? You sit up, scooting closer to Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa stared into you eyes, he wanted to reach up and kiss you again but he didn’t want to possibly make you uncomfortable (again, he was just thrusting his dick in you a few seconds ago). You both stared at each other for a moment, having a new revelation about one another. 

“So… that was new.” Seonghwa spoke.

You giggled and nodded. You could see Seonghwa relax a bit at the sound of your laugh. 

“Very new.”

Seonghwa looked down at your hand in his. You followed his gaze and gripped his hand tighter.

“It was a good new,” you assured. 

“Good.”

You both stare at each other again and you clear your throat when you notice the tension creep up again. 

“Well, I’m actually really tired now. So thank you for helping me.”

Seonghwa nodded, almost forgetting the whole reason why this started in the first place. He felt a small pang of disappointment when you pulled your hand away and he felt you shift on the bed, ready to get up and go.

“Wait… you’re leaving?”

You looked back at Seonghwa’s, your heart ached when you saw the disappointment glint in his eyes.

“I just thought maybe you would want me to sleep in my room.”

“No, stay here. Sleep with me.”

He gripped your hand again to pull you closer. You felt relief at his words, glad he didn’t want you to go. You stood in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“If you’re okay with it then… I will.”

Seonghwa chuckled, pulling you back in bed. You squealed at the sudden action and you felt the fluffy pillow beneath your head.

“Obviously I’m okay with it. Don’t treat me like one of your one night stands.”

You giggle at his words, you pulled him down so he could hover over you. You cup his cheek and hold him close.

“No I would never do that. Besides I live with you I have to see you.”

Seonghwa chuckles. He glanced at your lips, wanting to kiss them again. He pushed your hair out of you eyes, his touch was so gentle it made your stomach flip. You could tell he was getting shy again, damn he’s so cute.

“Seonghwa you don’t need to act bashful. You just fucked me so deep and now you’re too shy to kiss me.”

Seonghwa bursted out laughing at your remark, hiding his face in your neck. He felt his ears burn in embarrassment.

“Leave me alone,” he whined.

You chuckled, pulling him up and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed you back immediately, cupping your cheek gently. How could he be so caring and soft when a few minutes ago he was passionately thrusting into you. Now that’s a man with duality.

“Let’s go to bed, it’s really late.” Seonghwa mutters against your lips. 

You nod, pulling Seonghwa in for one last kiss. 

“Okay.”

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The next morning you woke up in bed, but it wasn’t your bed. Deliriously, you examined Seonghwa’s room, it was dim due to the curtains shutting out the bright morning sun. You were a little sad when you felt the bed was empty with only you in it. You picked up the phone to read the time but you were met with a text from Seonghwa.

Nerd (Seonghwa): Sorry I had to leave for dance practice :( I had fun last night though, I’ll see you when I get home <3

You smile after reading the text, plopping back down on Seonghwa’s bed with a content sigh. 

“Damn it Seonghwa. What did you just start?”

~

a/n: I’m writing a new fic and I’m really excited about it >_< (ofc it’s another Mingi one Oop- who should I write about next?)

[ninrinv]

i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

[ninrinv]

i'm really in my nerdy/loser mingi era and the fics are just completely serving

18+ minors dni, f!reader, smut

kissing practice with your best friend mingi 💭 his big hands awkwardly resting on your waist so lightly you can barely feel it, awkwardly hunching over you to bring his lips to yours. they’re already red and wet from the amount of times his tongue smooths over them.

you let him do all the work so you can judge him fairly, but mostly to see him so clearly nervous, taking a big deep breath in before squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his mouth to yours. it’s uncomfortable but so cute, his glasses squeezed between your faces and his nose pressing into your cheek, the tips of his fingers digging harder into your skin as he tastes your sweet lip gloss. you can feel his face get warm, fluttering your eyes open just enough to see his cheeks flushing pink with his brows knit together. when you smile into the kiss he pulls away, staring down at you with wide eyes and puffy lips, “why are you laughing?”

“im not” you smile, “it was cute”

mingi would insist you stay and practice with him for hours, until you’re both worked up and hot, sitting in his lap as you work your mouths lazily against each other. you forget all about critiquing him, heat pooling in your tummy at how greedy he is, basically drooling into your mouth as his tongue pushes against yours and runs across your teeth. even though you’re supposed to be 'practicing', neither of you feel the need to unpack how you grind softly against the bulge in his sweats, fingers playing in his hair as you clean up the drool at the corners of his lips with your tongue. he gets so soft and malleable under you, bucking his hips up lazily to bump his clothed cock against you, slumped against the back of the couch as you trail small kisses down his chin to suck bruises onto his neck.

soon he needs help with more than just kissing, inviting you over every weekend so he can play with you all night. he’s so focused as he undresses you, getting on his knees to push your shirt up your tummy as you stand in his room. he has you in his room whenever he gets the chance, obsessed with how soft and pretty you look as you lay on his bed, giving yourself up to him without hesitation after weeks of your arrangement.

his eyes are wide as he looks up at you from between your thighs, watching your cheeks flush and your gaze gloss over as he fucks his tongue into you, his nose nudging against your clit. he chokes back his own moans so he can hear yours, his leaking cock straining against the mattress under him as you whine. he goes so slow, building up your orgasm for hours as he savors your sweet slick, letting it drip down his chin and smear over his flushed cheeks.. can't help himself from pressing his lips to your shaky thighs as you cum, jaw slack in awe as your hole flutters, lips puffy and sticky with slick.

'you look so pretty when you cum,' he would say, but opts for "was that good?"

"really good" you whisper, closing your knees together, "the girl you're practicing for is really lucky"

his lips turn up in a half hearted smile as his long fingers brush through his damp hair, trying and failing to look away as you stand on shaky legs and reach for your clothes. what he can't say is how there is no girl he's practicing for, so ruined for anyone who isn't you as he lays awake in his sheets that still smell like you, choking his cock with his fist with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, reveling in how lucky he is to have you as his pretty little toy. he's never not thinking of all the things he wants to do to you, wondering how he can convince you that he needs to practice getting his cock sucked.

[ninrinv]

SUB MINGI DOES SOMETHING TO ME GODDAMN

Unspoken Desires. || Song Mingi.

Summary: You find out about your boyfriend's secret fantasy and suggest trying it out immediately, wanting your man to feel as good as possible. Who would've thought it would bring you as much pleasure as him...

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut (mdni)

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: Dom!Reader x Sub!Mingi (kinda?), Reader is described to have big boobs, Tit fuck, teasing, both degrading & praise (Mingi receiving), cum on chest, cum eating, fingering, oral, edging, squirting

A/N: Not me posting twice a week?!?! Yeah, it will never happen again, lol. Anyways, this is my first full smut! Had this fantasy with Mingi for so long, it's about time I finally wrote it. Hope it isn't too bad, but I actually kinda like this very innocent drabble🥰 Thanks a lot to my lovely beta @wingsofimagery, you're such a blessing. Divider credits to @firefly-graphics.

Taglist: @yunho-mp3 @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8, @preciouswoozi, @aussiekpopginger, @kitten4sannie

“You are so fucking pathetic, aren't you? So obsessed with my boobs, hm? Why did you never tell me how badly you wanted to fuck them, Mingi? Tell me,” you whispered, pushing your tits together, making the man before you groan and whine, “how badly do you want your fat cock in between them, big boy?”

He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing crimson red as he struggled to find the right words to respond to your teasing.

“I... I don't know,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his gaze, unable to meet your intense stare, “I never thought you'd be interested in... that.”

You couldn't help but smirk at his flustered response, a surge of satisfaction rushing through you as you watched him squirm under your scrutiny. With a teasing glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, pressing your breasts together enticingly as you whispered, “But you are interested, aren't you? Tell me, Mingi. How badly do you want your cock between my tits? I heard you moaning earlier, Min. Don't you dare lie to me now.”

Mingi's breath hitched in his throat at your provocative words, his eyes darkening with desire as he met your gaze once more.

“More than anything,” he admitted, his voice hoarse, filled with need and eagerness, “I've dreamt about it for so long, but I- I never thought-”

“Don't think too much, big boy. Do it instead. Now's your chance,” you murmured, seizing the opportunity to take control once more, guiding Mingi's hands to your breasts as you pushed them together, creating a tight, inviting crevice for his big, throbbing cock.

“Show me what you've been dreaming about.”

With a wicked, almost evil smile, you watched as Mingi took the bait, his hands eagerly grasping your breasts as he positioned himself between them. His cock, hard and heavy, pressed against your soft flesh, the anticipation sending shivers down your spine.

As Mingi's cock slid between your big breasts, you let out a soft moan of pleasure, relishing in the sensation of his hard length pressing against your skin. Fuck, you were starting to enjoy this yourself, and not just because of your eager, boob-obsessed boyfriend.

His hands, firm yet gentle, squeezed your breasts firmly together as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that sent waves of desire through your body.

“F-fuck babe, do you like that too?” Mingi whined. You loved to see this big, strong man being such a mess for you and your tits, and you had to agree; seeing his fat cock between your boobs made you almost cum on the spot.

You couldn't help but grin at his words, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the obvious effect you were having on him.

“I've been thinking about this too,” you admitted, your voice filled with need as you arched your back, pressing your breasts even closer together, “I want to feel every inch of you, Mingi.”

“You've been driving me crazy with those tits of yours. I-it's about time I got to enjoy them properly,” your boyfriend said, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Cum on my tits, Mingi, please,” you begged him breathlessly.

Mingi's breath hitched in his throat at your words, his movements becoming more and more sloppy as he sought to please you.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire as he quickened his pace, his cock sliding effortlessly between your slick breasts.

Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, and the fire of desire within you reached entirely new heights.

“I love it when you fuck my tits like this, Mingi,” you moaned, your voice dripping with arousal, “You're such a good boy for me, aren't you? Such a filthy whore and all that just to get your stupid, fat cock between my tits.”

Mingi's breath caught in his throat at your words, his movements faltering for a moment before he regained his rhythm with renewed determination. The primal sound of his grunts and groans filled the air, mingling with your own cries of pleasure as you urged him on.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” you encouraged, your voice a desperate plea for more, “I want you to use my tits however you like, Mingi. Fuck them until you can't hold back any longer.”

Mingi's pace quickened at your command, his cock driving relentlessly between your breasts. The tension in the room grew with each passing moment, the air thick with the heady scent of sex and desire.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he chased his release.

But you weren't ready to let him finish just yet. You wanted to draw out the pleasure, to savor every moment of this intense intimacy with Mingi. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to keep him on the brink without pushing him over.

“Please,” Mingi whimpered, his voice pleading as he rocked against you, his cock aching, precum already oozing out of his sensitive tip, “I need to... I need to cum.”

“Not yet, big boy,” you teased, your voice dripping with wicked delight, “I'm not finished with you.”

With that, you took full control, setting a slower, more deliberate pace as you guided Mingi's movements. You reveled in the power you held over him, the way this big, strong man entirely surrendered to your touch, nothing but shameless moans and whimpers leaving his plush lips.

Mingi's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation as you brought him to the brink again and again, teasing him with the promise of release yet never fulfilling his wish.

“I can't,” Mingi cried out, desperate to finally cum, “C-can't hold it in any longer- shit!”

“Do it,” you ordered, your breasts jiggling as you made yourself bounce on the soft bed, “paint me in your cum, babe.”

With a deep groan of satisfaction, Mingi finally reached his peak, his hot seed erupting from his cock in thick, creamy ribbons that splattered across your breasts. You watched in awe as he came undone, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he emptied himself between your tits. With trembling hands, you reached out to scoop up some of his cum, bringing it to your lips with a wicked smile.

You savored the taste of Mingi's essence, reveling in the salty sweetness that danced across your tongue. It was a heady, intoxicating flavor that left you craving more, your desire for him only intensifying with each delicious drop.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Min,” you purred, your sultry voice lulling him in completely, and all Mingi could do was watch you continue licking his cum from your fingers, making him slowly go insane. He couldn't believe how bold and shameless you were, and yet, he found himself utterly captivated by your uninhibited display of desire.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his voice filled with lust as he watched you, “You... you're incredible.”

You met his gaze with a grin on your face, your lips glistening with his release as you continued to tease him with your tongue swirling around your cum soaked fingers. The sight of you enjoying his cum sent an entire new surge of pleasure right through Mingi's body, his cock already twitching with renewed arousal.

“You like that, Mingi?” you purred, your voice dripping with seduction as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear, “Do you like seeing me taste you like this?”

Mingi could only nod in response; his mind clouded with desire as he watched you. He had never felt so desired, so wanted, and it was driving him wild and crazy.

“God, yes,” he groaned, his voice hoarse as he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your lips, “I love it. I love everything about you.”

You smirked at his admission, feeling immense satisfaction at your effect on him. Mingi may have been the big, strong man on the outside, but on the inside, he was just as vulnerable and needy as you were, if not even more.

He turned his gaze to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe, adoration, and lust. He couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be with you like this.

“You... you're amazing,” he stammered, his voice still shaky from the intensity of his climax “I've never... I've never felt anything like that before.”

You smiled at him, dropping the act of the dom persona he loved, your heart swelling with affection at his words.

“You were pretty amazing yourself,” you replied, your voice soft with affection as you reached out to stroke his cheek, “I've never met anyone who could fuck my tits like you do.”

Mingi's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at your words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't believe he was hearing such words from you, couldn't believe that you actually enjoyed being with him like this.

“I... I'm glad you liked it,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned into your touch, big, doe eyes staring up at you, “I've been... I've been dreaming about this for so long. Thanks for fulfilling that wish of mine.”

“You're welcome. But babe,” you whined, a pout appearing on your face, “I haven't cum yet. Don't you think that's a little unfair, big boy?”

Mingi's eyes widened at your words, a mixture of surprise and concern flashing across his face. He hadn't even realized that you hadn't reached your own climax yet, busy consumed in his own pleasure.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine remorse as he realized his mistake, “I got carried away; I didn't mean to…”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his earnest response.

“It's okay, Mingi,” you reassured him, giving him a quick kiss on his lips, “But now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

Mingi's eyes sparkled eagerly as he met your gaze, a newfound confidence rushing through his body.

“I'm going to make you cum, babe,” he declared, his voice filled with conviction as he leaned in closer, “I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel good.”

With that, Mingi set to work, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of your body with skill and determination. He kissed and licked his way down your chest, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he made his way to your throbbing core.

You whined and begged, eager for your own release after waiting so long, but despite your boyfriend's skilled tongue and long fingers, which usually got the job done pretty quickly, your orgasm continued to stay out of reach.

Because there was one thing and one thing only on your mind: his big, fat cock sliding between your tits, and how much he loved it, looking all pathetic and hungry as he practically humped you.

“Mingi,” you cried out, a tear rolling down your cheek out of frustration, “It's not working!”

Helplessly, he looked up from between your legs, and you saw a hint of self-consciousness flickering in his eyes.

“Babe, what am I doing wrong? Y-you usually cum with my tongue and fingers.”

“It's not you, Mingi,” you reassured him, your voice thick with emotion as you reached out to stroke his hair lovingly, “You're doing everything right. It's just…”

You blushed deeply, hiding your face in the pillow out of shame.

“Hey, you can be honest with me, babe. Don't hide from me,” your boyfriend whispered.

“Please fuck my tits again!”, you practically screamed into the pillow. Mingi's eyes widened in surprise at your confession, a mixture of disbelief and arousal flickering across his features.

“You mean... that's what you need?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty, “B-but how is this pleasurable for you, babe?”

“I can't stop thinking about it,” you admitted, “please, Min, please do it again. J-just like earlier.” A surge of desire swept through you at the thought, your body trembling with anticipation as Mingi's eyes darkened with desire.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his voice rough with need as he crawled up your body, his cock twitching with anticipation. “I can do that. I can give you what you need, babe.”

Mingi couldn't fucking believe his luck, the thought of how you enjoyed the tit fuck just as much as he did made him hard immediately.

He remembered the way he had moaned and begged for more just minutes earlier, and now, seeing you wanting it as much as he did, the man was determined to give you exactly that.

With that, he positioned himself between your breasts once again, his cock throbbing with need as he pressed it against your soft flesh. You gasped at the sensation, the heat of his arousal searing through you as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm almost immediately. The friction of his hard length against your skin sent shivers of pleasure racing through your veins, building the fire of desire within you to new heights.

You moaned and whimpered, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body as Mingi pounded your tits with increasing fervor.

The sight of him lost in pleasure; his face contorted with concentration as he sought to please you, only served to fuel your own desire. You reached up to cup your breasts, guiding Mingi's movements as you urged him on, desperate for more of the exquisite pleasure only he could provide.

“Mingi,” you gasped, your voice filled with need as you rocked against him, your body trembling with anticipation, “Fuck me harder, big boy. I need to feel you deep between my tits.”

Mingi's breath hitched in his throat at your words, his eyes darkening with desire as he quickened his pace, the bedframe crashing against the wall with each of his hard thrusts.

You could feel your climax slowly building, and just a few seconds earlier, waves of pure ecstasy were crashing over you, sending you spiraling into bliss as Mingi's cock pounded relentlessly between your breasts.

“W-wait Min, s-something isn't right-”

Without warning, a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over you, and you felt a gush of fluid erupt from your body, soaking both you and Mingi in a warm, sticky spray. You cried out, whimpering and moaning and screaming while Mingi watched in awe as you came apart beneath him, his own arousal reaching its peak as he continued his pace relentlessly. But for you, his eager movements faded into the background completely. Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as you realized what had just happened. You just squirted for the first time.

“O-oh my god,” you gasped, your cheeks flushing crimson as you tried to process the overwhelming sensation, “I'm so sorry, Mingi. I didn't mean to-”

But before you could finish your sentence, Mingi reached his high, his hot seed erupting once again from his cock in thick, creamy spurts that landed on your breasts and stomach.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes wide open, watching your pussy release more and more fluid. “That's so hot, babe. I had no idea you could do that.”

“Me neither”, you said.

Despite your initial embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at Mingi's reaction. He wasn't repulsed or disgusted by your body's natural response; instead, he found it incredibly arousing and exciting.

With a newfound sense of confidence, you reached out to pull Mingi closer, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss, sending a thrill of excitement through you.

“Does that mean I can fuck your tits every time I want, babe? Since you loved it so much, you even fucking squirted?”, Mingi asked breathlessly, a huge grin on his swollen lips.

“Maybe, since you're such a good boy. You'd like that, huh?” you teased, your voice hoarse from all the screaming, “You really like seeing me enjoy a quick tit fuck this much, huh— dude, don’t tell me you're getting hard again?!”

[ninrinv]

DAYUM OHMYFUCKINGGOD SONG MF MINGI

booksmart

f!reader x switch!mingi smut | mdni 3.1k maybe mingi didn’t make the smartest choice picking a stem major? because the classes proves themselves to be rather difficult especially when mingi as to learn about the female anatomy without having any “field knowledge” on the subject. but as his tutor it’s your duty to help him study, by all means necessary. nsfw tags under the cut

loser virgin!mingi with the glasses (i love him so much it hurts), also switch sub leaning!mingi, tutor!reader, use of anatomical terms (reader takes her tutoring job v srly) + clueless mingi (he's cute), exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation (f), oral (f), mingi gets pussy drunk fassstttt, pet names (baby, good boy, babyboy), squirting, cum eating, cumming untouched

a/n: wrote this in a fever dream as i was crawling out of writer's block. i kinda love it did you know i loved mingi? yeah i do. he's cute and im weak for him. enjoy this &lt;3

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Why? Oh why did Mingi have to choose a STEM major? Why didn’t he go towards something that was a little easier or, failing that, at least a little more fun! Like music! He liked music. Why didn’t he go to a more artistic major? He could be learning about different types of harmonies or the life stories of his favorite composers or even the advent of the greatest musical genres. But no, instead he was stuck here in his small student flat, pulling his hair out trying to cram his brain with the reproductive system. Hunched over the thick and worn out second hand textbook.

“I can’t” he said, calling it quits, whipping his big glasses off his nose and throwing his hands in the air in a rather dramatic manner. Which made you chuckle.

Of all your tutees Mingi was easily your favourite. Sure he was one of the most difficult ones because studying didn’t come naturally to him but still he was very endearing. There was something in the way he looked at you with round eyes when he was confused or how his lips curled on his teeth and made an asymmetrical smile when got the right answer. Mingi was just cute without even trying, despite his towering height, his low gravelly voice and his eyes that turned sharp (maybe even cold) when he was focussing. He was just cute. He may look cold but as soon as you get to know him he turns out to be an endearing goofball.

He might even be the sole reason you kept on tutoring this year even with your thesis coming close to the deadline, the research for internships and the immense amount of reading your professors required.

“Yes, you can!” you said pointing at the schema on the yellowed page.

“No I can’t! I’m not book smart!” Mingi said again, this time a little more whiny. “How can I memorize that when I've never even seen this…” he gestured to the anatomical sketch of the female reproductive system. “In real life.” He exhaled, seemingly not conscious of what he had just admitted, taking his head in his big hands.

Your head was spinning with the unprompted confession. And you both sat there in silence for a couple of seconds. Mingi in oblivious desperation and you in speechless astonishment. 

But an idea sprouted in your mind. If this lack of practical experience was the reason behind Mingi’s memory troubles, you reckon nature gifted you with everything that was presented in this textbook. Maybe empirical science would help in this case. The least you could do was try, that was only your duty as a tutor. 

Mingi was startled when he felt you lift from under his bent elbows and close the heavy textbook, making him look up through his fingers. You sighed deeply before continuing softly.

“Mingi,” you started, a kind of heaviness about the voice Mingi never heard before, the contrast with your normal “patient teacher" tone made him finally realize what he had said to you in a fleeting moment of desperate academic honesty. 

Mingi started to stammer, his heart rate skyrocketing, his eyes darting to every corner of the room trying to come up with an excuse to why he still was a virgin loser or better yet a quick lie that would make him appear like a totally cool guy that definitely pulled girls, yes, multiple girls. But nothing came to mind and he was completely silenced when you laid your hand over his thick thigh. 

“Mingi…Do you want me to show you?” you said, barely above a whisper, you felt his thigh tense under your touch as Mingi looked back at you, mouth agape like a fish out of the water and round clueless eyes. So you cleared your throat and talked in a more assured tone. “If it can help you study, I'm willing to show you mine” you said in one breath.

Mingi was no longer agitated. He wasn’t wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans or stammering or looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Now, his eyes were locked with yours, and he was an immovable statue. But it was only because he was absolutely dumbfounded. He was stunned into silence, his thoughts weren’t coming through, they were completely silenced by your voice, this weird combination of words that made the sentence you just spoke infinitely reverberate in his blank mind until he faintly nodded, unable to form a coherent train of thought anymore.

You nodded and smiled softly at him. Mingi didn’t even return the smile he kept on staring in disbelief. Even when you got up and pulled your chair from under his desk and turned it so you would perfectly face him and even when your hands slipped under your pleated skirt and pulled down your underwear. You glanced over at him when you tossed to the side the crumpled up piece of white lace and you smirked when you saw him finally close his mouth to thickly swallow as his eyes zeroed in on the undergarment discarded on his bedroom floor.

Before his eyes snapped back to you when you seated yourself on this chair, your hips scooted to the front and your back comfortably leaned on the office chairback. His eyes followed your every move as you placed one foot on the edge of the desk and the other leg bent and hanging in the air. You took a deep breath before lifting your skirt.

Mingi thought he was going to pass out as he fumbled to put his glasses back on, not even trying to put them on straight on his nose. His face was burning hot and his heart was absolutely hammering against his ribs, and rattling in his ears. He felt the frantic muscle doped with adrenaline pumping blood not only to his brain, making him lightheaded but also to his groin. 

Mingi had never laid eyes on anything more beautiful ever. You were so perfect he couldn’t describe it but he didn't want to look anywhere else ever again he wanted to keep on staring you right between the legs until he eventually died from thirst, hunger or sleep deprivation. He wanted to keep looking forever and ever.

You cleared your throat once again and ignored both the tingle in your lower stomach as you felt Mingi’s scrutinizing gaze on your most private part and the tent he was visibly pitching his jeans by now.

“See here is the labia majora” you started, making your voice as steady as possible. You looked up at him but it seemed like you were speaking to a brick wall, Mingi was entranced and wasn’t listening to a single word you were saying.

“Mingi!” you called his name firmly and his eyes snapped to yours. “Focus!” you scolded him.

“Yeah… s-sorry” he apologized sheepishly, his cheeks and ears going to an even deeper shade of pink.

“As I was saying, this is the labia majora and here is the labia minora.” you said as neutrally as possible trying to overlook the need that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach the more Mingi looked at you.

“M-majora and minora” Mingi repeated as diligently as possible.

“Good! Let’s take a closer look” you said before spreading your lips with both hands, offering Mingi a breathtaking view on your entrance. 

Mingi had to repress a gasp. He felt himself twitch as he saw your pink hole being spread open, he could quite literally see inside you. And as you did so some translucent liquid oozed out of you. He was pretty sure that wasn’t part of the anatomical drawing that was in his textbook. He never saw that even in the porns he had watched. All he knew was that the sight made his cock jump inside his tight pants and he bit his lip to keep a low groan behind his teeth as his pants were rubbing on his sensitive cockhead.

“And here-”

“Ex-excuse me” Mingi interrupted you hesitantly, “what is this liquid?”

Fuck.

You did your best to overlook the excitement and arousal that came along with the exercise and the way Mingi was eyeing you down, devouring you with each look and trying so hard to keep his hands at his sides. But your body eventually betrayed you. 

“That’s a lubricating fluid that is secreted by the Skene glands to facilitate coitus,” you said as steadily as possible. “That happens when a woman is aroused.”

Those words hit Mingi like a truck launched at full speed on the highway. You were aroused? Like right now? You were enjoying showing yourself like this to him? You liked having him look at you? He was feeling dizzy. He couldn’t imagine you (even if he was in fact witnessing it with his very eyes) getting hot and bothered because of him. That was all a dream. It had to be.

“Aroused?” Mingi repeated, more to himself than anything as he fixed his askew glasses pushing them up the bridge of his nose absentmindedly.

“There are other signs too” 

Mingi’s ears perked up. 

“Other signs?” He swallowed thickly. “C-can you show me? P-please” The last word was soaked with desperation and dripping with such despair, he sounded like a parched man begging for the sip of water that was going to save his life and when his eyes met yours you realized he was also looking the part.

“O-okay” you said, failing to maintain the self assured tone.

“When a woman is aroused more blood is pumped to her private area which causes swelling and changes in color.” you said drawing a sharp gasp as your fingers dipped to your entrance to spread your wetness over your folds. “See, right now” you pulled on the skin of your pubic bone, pulling on the hood of your clit, uncovering the swollen bud. “My clitoris is swollen”

“Fuck” Mingi let the whispered curse slither thought his teeth as he looked at the swollen bundle of nerves being revealed to his very eyes. At this point he felt like his cock was going to rip through his jeans but still he behaved accordingly and refused to acknowledge the poor member's pleas for attention.

“I have a question.”

“Y-yes” you breathed out, spreading more arousal on your touched starved pussy.

“Is it true that girls get the most pleasure from their clit?” he stated in one surprisingly coherent sentence. 

“Yes” you replied simply, your breathing becoming uneven. 

“Can you show me that too?”

Mingi was ready to risk it all. At this point he wasn’t thinking about tomorrow anymore. To be exact he wasn’t thinking at all anymore. He only knew he liked looking at you. He wanted to keep looking. He wanted to see it all.

“Okay” you started. “I’ll show you how I make myself feel good”. Mingi thought he was going to explode, spontaneously combust in front of you as he heard those words coming from your mouth. 

You started to draw small and slow circles on your swollen clit and Mingi could tell the enigmatic little nub loved the attention because you elicited a moan that hit him right in the chest. A sound he will never forget. Nothing like the pornographic high pitched screeches he was used to. This one was lower, more sultry and slower. Like the sound caught in your throat but eventually made it out into the world against your will. And you bit your lip right after, your eyes growing heavier, hazier. You looked so beautiful.

He looked at you rubbing your pretty pussy and drawing out all these beautiful sounds out of yourself, more slick gushing out of you as your pretty pussy pulsed and tensed. He was mesmerized, completely entranced by you 

“Does it feel good?” he asked as his eyes went back up to your pretty face being contorted by intense pleasure. 

“Yes, it does. I like when you look at me” you confessed looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Fuckkk” he sighed, his weeping cock twitching between his heavy thighs. “I like looking at you.”

You moaned again and picked up the pace, dipping to your entrance again to gather more wetness and dragging it up to your throbbing clit. The patterns you were drawing on your pussy were quicker and tighter, making you moan louder.

The squelching wet sounds erupting from the act made Mingi dizzy. How bad did he want to bend down and taste you, how bad did he want to get his tongue on your cunt, feel you throb under him as he lapped at you clit. He wanted to see you cum. He wanted to make you cum.

But he didn’t dare to touch you when you hadn’t asked. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he stuck to the script. He didn’t even succumb to the desire to take his own cock out to stroke it as he looked at you and to be completely honest he was scared to be distracted from the breathtaking show. Even for a single second he didn’t want to take his eyes off you.

“See how my pussy… mnph… is clenching?” you struggled to say, short of breath, your hand not slowing down. Mingi nodded quickly, his eyes darting from your cunt to your face back to your pussy. “That means I’m close to climax” Mingi’s eyes grew twice their size as he nodded again, expectantly. 

“When a woman orgasms… oh f-fuck… the vagina spasms” you said, inching dangerously close to your release. “if you want you can put a finger inside and feel it”

Mingi was not about to turn down such a generous proposition and nodded hastily. He hesitantly approached his hand, he didn’t really know what to do though so you took his wrist and guided his index through your fold, coating it in your juices and jolting at the contact before pushing his digit inside your tight heat with a low moan, it was just a finger but the stretch made it that much more pleasurable and you went back to rubbing your clit.

“Fuck… yess” you breathed. “Don’t move it”

Mingi couldn’t believe how warm and wet and tight you were, your pussy was lightly clenching around his finger everytime your fingers circled your clit.

“Do you feel it?” you asked, a little squeaky. Mingi nodded again.

“Yes. Y-you’re throbbing” he said peering at you over his large glasses you smiled.

“Yes it’s cause I’m very close” you kept on teasing your bundle of nerves. “Some women squirt when they orgasm” you started.

“Can you do that?” Mingi asked hurriedly, his eyebrows arching on his forehead, curious eyes close to bulge out.

“Y-yes.”

“Fuckkk… Can I please drink it?” Mingi blurted. “Please I wanna taste it so bad” He couldn’t stop the question that burned his tongue. He had been curious about that ever since he first saw it in a porn video and to see you do that. He couldn’t let his chance pass.

Seeing him like this, begging you to have a taste of you almost had you crossing the line but you held on.

“Yes, come closer” Mingi threw himself on his knees without thinking twice. “Open your mouth baby” Mingi bent over you, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, his dick twitching again at the novel term of endearment. You entangled your fingers in his soft locks of hair and pushed on his face until his lips were pressed against your folds, making him moan against your cunt, his finger still stuck inside your heat.

“Such a good boy. So eager to learn” you praised and Mingi started to instinctively buck his hips against nothing, the wet patch in his boxers growing larger with each pathetic and useless thrust.

“Fuck” he said, finally getting some of your juices in his mouth as your fingers rubbed your clit and occasionally brushed on his tongue. “Tho kood” he said, keeping his tongue out of his mouth, patiently waiting. 

“Fuck keep looking at me touching myself for you babyboy” you grunted, pulling on Mingi's soft hair. The dull pain made him whimper against your soaked little cunt, urging him to rutt his hips faster.

“Fuck I'm gonna… fuckkkk… m’cumming” you said, finally slipping over the edge as a powerful stream of translucent liquid spurted out of you making Mingi instantly wrap his lips around your folds and drink as much of it as he could as he continued to pathetically hump the air. The wave of intense pleasure radiated your whole body making you shake and moan under Mingi’s hungry lips, your cunt taking a vice grip onto Mingi’s finger. You continued to circle your clit until the pleasure wore off and you finally came down from your high, out of breath but utterly satisfied. 

When Mingi emerged from between your thighs he was disheveled, dazed. His face was a mess: his lips were swollen and his glasses were crooked and spotted with droplets of your release. He was completely dazzled but he looked content.

“Are you okay?” you asked hesitantly, closing your legs and flipping your skirt back, sitting back up straight.

“I came in my pants” Mingi declared, looking down at the dark blue wet patch on his jeans. “You looked so hot, you tasted so good… I- I-...and you called me a good boy… And I- lost it. I’m sorry I-” Mingi stammered again and you chuckled. You weren’t wrong about him. Mingi was definitely very cute.

“I hope you learned a lot today” you said, smiling warmly at him, and Mingi felt like his heart was going to fall out of his chest. How can you look so heavenly, so undoubtedly innocent when two seconds ago you were pulling his hair, shoving his face in your wet pussy and making his virgin ass cum without even touching him?

“Yes. I learned a lot. More than I ever hoped for”

“Maybe next time we can practice what you learned today. Okay?” you smiled again, but there was a mischievous glint in your innocent doe eyes.

“You mean we-” Mingi started but you cut him by jumping onto your feet, grabbing your purse and heading to the door of his room. On your way you bent down and picked up the white lace panties before throwing them at Mingi.

“That's a little gift for you” He caught the undergarment and looked up at you through his wet lenses just as confused as ever. Classic Mingi. “Use it as study material okay?” He nodded again, without saying a word and you headed out the door.

“Class dismissed”

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. MINGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. thats it.

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[ninrinv]

Hihi this is the new link.for emergency (yunho)

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[ninrinv]

college has been absolute hell and i've not been able to read for a while but this was absolutely everything i needed to feel better, pirate ateez is always the solution 🤞

ateez as pirates who fall for you (hyung line)

genre: pirate!ateez x gn!reader (fem!reader for hongjoong), fluff, angst, crack, and as always - a brainrot of every pirate trope to exist

length: 10.4k

c/w: heavy and mature themes - mdni, explicit language (swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, illegal acts (piracy, ransoming, verbal abuse, abduction), alcohol, pet names

a/n: maknae line will come yes but who knows when 🤷‍♀️ work has been really testing my dopamine vibes this year 😔👎 thank you @sorryimananti-romantic for keeping a detailed hitlist for me ♡

hongjoong

pov: you're a royal princess rescued by him

“captain, are you sure we can’t toss her overboard?”

jongho and hongjoong watch as wooyoung’s face falls after you pointedly ignore his attempts to make conversation once again

for someone who is technically their guest aboard the arriba, it seems as though you are hellbent on being as difficult as you can be

“unfortunately, we can’t,” hongjoong grouches to the younger, “not unless we want to exchange our payment for a hefty bounty on our own heads”

when jongho sighs, the captain squeezes his shoulder in comfort and adds on, “trust me, i’ve thought about it too”

hongjoong and his crew are privateers - pirates in theory, but technically excused so long as they have their letter of marque to state that they are authorised to attack other vessels

rescuing a royal princess was never explicitly part of the contract, although he thinks that not rescuing you would have pretty much been equivalent to a blatant show of insubordination

you had been taken ransom by one of the merchant ships the arriba had been plundering

needless to say, they had been close to tossing you overboard too; your kingdom had never paid for your ransom

the lack of response from your parents wasn’t anything you weren’t expecting but it’s a sore spot nonetheless

so it’s certainly hard for you to play friendly when you’re quite literally shucked off from stranger to stranger faster than a hot potato

san tugs wooyoung closer towards him and gently says to you, “he’s just trying to be nice - we all are”

the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by you

“i don’t need your pity,” you answer, the only sentence you have spoken today

you’ve lived two decades of your life pretending you don’t see the pitying gazes of your maids and butlers

you certainly don’t need pity from these people - pirates no less

“it’s not-” wooyoung starts to say

but the captain steps in before he can defend himself

“if this is how you’re always acting, i’m starting to see why your kingdom never paid for your ransom”

had hongjoong been less preoccupied by your words, he would have realised that your tone is candid, as if it is only natural for the people around you to pity you

but he’s clouded with his mindset as captain, unable to stand by idly while his own crew put up with your attitude, and so the words come out anyway - shards of shrapnel that bury themselves into your heart

there is only a fleeting second when your eyes dilate with hurt

you conceal it immediately, replacing it with a steely gaze, yet the image has already seared itself into hongjoong’s mind

“maybe you should throw me overboard, then,” you counter, “i’m sure my family will thank you for it”

and even if you have completely neutralised your expression, no one misses the wounded tone of your voice before you disappear down into the lower deck

mingi lets out a low whistle after the resounding slam of the hatch closing

“you fucked up, captain”

hongjoong doesn’t need anyone to spell it out for him

the heavy feeling in his stomach is telling enough

it isn’t until the moon has long since risen that you emerge through the hatch again

you had bypassed the sleeping quarters to the hold, wedging yourself between barrels of grain until you were sure no one would find you

not that they would have tried to anyway - seonghwa had told them all to give you some space

you had run your finger up and down the sides of the barrels repetitively for hours on end, mind simultaneously void and filled with thoughts

the walls you had built around yourself kept you safe, but it had started to become awfully lonely after a while

when it had become a little too suffocating in the hold and you guessed that most of the crew were asleep, you had softly padded back up the stairs and across the main deck

you now sit on the foredeck where the endless expanse of the sea stretches out in front of you, closing your eyes and letting the swaying of the ship lull you into tranquillity

tonight, the moon winks down fondly upon the waters

hongjoong watches you from the quarterdeck

he’s seen you sit at the front of the ship on many nights when you should really have been asleep

he wonders if you’ve always looked so small and fragile with your knees drawn up to your chest, or whether it’s because the flash of hurt in your eyes and voice is still fresh in his mind

“go, captain,” yunho murmurs from where he’s at the helm, “it’s a quiet night”

hongjoong startles at having been caught gazing, clearing his throat and dragging his eyes away

“why should i, if she’s just going to ignore me?” he scoffs

but he knows he’s just being petty at this point and his chest churns in agreement

“maybe,” yunho hums softly in response. “did seonghwa ever give up on you, though?”

it’s rhetorical - hongjoong knows the answer better than anyone

the captain doesn’t say anything but after several beats of silence, he sighs and makes a move to the foredeck where you are

yunho smiles to himself

you and hongjoong may be more similar than his captain realises

your shoulders stiffen when the sound of hongjoong’s footsteps approaches

you’re not sure what to expect and you don’t exactly want to find out and risk getting hurt

but having spent all day swimming alone in your thoughts, you do want to show that you feel apologetic because admittedly, you were being an ass too

getting up to walk away when he’s taken the first step certainly won’t help your case

you hold your breath in awkward silence as he settles down beside you, leaving a respectable distance between your hunched figures

only now is hongjoong realising that he hasn’t actually thought about or decided on what he wants to say to you

but he can feel the confusion rolling off of you in waves, so he grits his teeth and says fuck it

“i won’t apologise for defending my crew, but i’m sorry for how i did it and for what i said”

he hopes you know he is sincere when he continues, “we all have our prickly edges. i can’t fault you for yours”

compassion is a foreign concept to you and so you’re a little stumped for words

hongjoong isn’t sure whether your silence is a good or bad thing, but you have yet to stand up and walk away from the conversation

“there’s only about a week left until we reach port and we’ll leave after you make it back to your kingdom and we receive our payment. i’m not asking for you to be friendly, but let’s at least be civil with each other until then,” he says

you want to nod, agree, anything

and yet you can’t seem to make your head move or the words to come out of your mouth

rome was not built in a day. but neither did its walls fall in a day

hongjoong doesn’t push for an answer when instead, you ask, “how many people have you actually tossed overboard before?”

he resists the urge to laugh at your question, suddenly endeared by the fact that you’re still bothered by his very empty threat

“none, but my offer still stands. you’re welcome to be my first,” he deadpans

you let out a snort and although you quickly turn your head away, hongjoong sees the hint of amusement in your eyes

no further words are exchanged between the two of you and you do not acknowledge him when he eventually stands to rejoin yunho at the helm

but it’s a start

and as with any relationship, be it friend, foe, or lover, there is always that

a beginning.

hongjoong isn’t really expecting much to change immediately so he doesn’t pay you much mind when you walk into the mess hall the following morning

you hesitate at the entrance when you see most of the crew are already present, the conversation you had with hongjoong last night replaying at the forefront of your mind

you chew on the inside of your mouth

wooyoung stops mid-conversation at the scrape of a plate on the table, looking up to find you sliding into the seat beside him with a tight-lipped smile

to your surprise, he greets you with enthusiasm and immediately drags you into the conversation

hongjoong watches as you slowly warm up and add one or two comments of your own in between bites of your hardtack

and when he catches your gaze after staring for too long, he gives you a smile to convey his appreciation; to acknowledge your efforts

you return it with a small smile of your own and unbeknownst to you, it stays on your face for the rest of the day

slowly, there become more and more reasons that elicit a smile out of you

you still sit out on the foredeck when everyone else has gone to sleep, but on most nights, hongjoong will join you even if just for a while

the two of you are content to sit side by side with nothing but the steady pulse of the ocean and intermittent creaks of the ship’s hull to break the silence of the night

tonight though, you find curiosity burning through you

“what’s it like?” you ask

“being a pirate?” he clarifies

you shrug vaguely, unsure yourself either, “being a pirate. being at sea. sailing with your crew”

he takes a moment to gather his thoughts - not because he doesn’t know what to say, but because there is too much he wants to say

when hongjoong answers, his voice rumbles softly from within his chest, tender and heartfelt

“there’s a sense of freedom that you can’t obtain when you’re bound to land and society. sailing the waters, the only limits are those of the open seas and of your own compass… the sunrises, the storms, the moonlight - it all becomes part of your home”

hongjoong leans back to rest on the palms of his hands, tilting his gaze up towards the twinkling sky

he reflects, “you experience brotherhood and gain a family that is worth multitudes more than the treasures you can accumulate, even if you were to live as a pirate for several lifetimes”

you’re enraptured by his words, like poetry that swirls off the pages of a book and drifts into your very soul

“i may be the captain of this crew, but they make me who i am. without them, i am nothing”

his words wash over you and unearth vivid memories

“that’s what the queen always says to me,” you reveal

a small smile starts to grace hongjoong’s face, but it falls just as quickly when he hears your next words

“that without her - without her title - i am nothing”

it’s funny, how the same phrase can hold such different meanings; can evoke such different emotions

you don’t elaborate any further, but hongjoong doesn’t think he needs you to in order for him to understand

he just wishes he had more time to show you that your mother is wrong

he can’t though

tomorrow they reach port and you will return to your rightful place in the palace

“tell me more about your crew,” you attempt to change the topic, “how did you all find each other?”

so hongjoong tells you

he talks for hours and hours and you listen all the while with a heavy heart, clinging onto his every word

on your final night, you two stay like that until the stars disappear and the horizon becomes streaked with the pale hues of sunrise

after the ship docks mere hours later, only hongjoong accompanies you to your kingdom after goodbyes are exchanged

wooyoung doesn’t take it well, and you find yourself holding back tears of your own as you are let through the palace doors with the captain by your side

but you blink them away when you approach the throne room because vulnerability is not an emotion you are willing to display

“y/n”

the queen addresses you curtly when you enter, and hongjoong wonders for a split second whether he has brought you back to the wrong kingdom

he knows your mother does not treat you fondly, but it’s still staggering to see it before his very own eyes

the monarch glances distastefully over him before her eyes flicker back to you

“i did not expect your return,” she states

your eyes remain impassive as you merely answer, “neither am i delighted to be back”

hongjoong recognises this look

he’s seen it when you first boarded his ship; he’s seen it when your hackles were raised

he’s seen it in himself, when he had been a teenager filled with nothing but growing resentment, before he had met seonghwa

your mother sneers, “then you should have made yourself useful and stayed with the pirates. as a whore or a dog, whatever it took.”

hongjoong has understood you since learning of your demons, but right now, he is you

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, standing before a couple who are his parents only by title

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, who doesn’t know what he has done that deems him undeserving of love

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, all alone with no one to take his hand

“or really, you should have died on the ship”

hongjoong is close enough to you to hear the small hitch in your breath at your mother’s final jab

he may not have had someone to save his younger self, but he can do that now

he can be the person he so desperately needed years ago

and so he does just that.

hongjoong grabs your hand and drags you out of the palace

no one stops the two of you from leaving and he is unsure whether his heart hurts for you or sings with relief

you can only stutter in shock as you try to keep up, “hongjoong, what about your payment?”

his determined steps do not slow down, even as he looks back at you with a sure smile, “i told you before. some things are worth more than money”

the comforting squeeze of his hand conveys that you are worth more than any amount of money

the form of the arriba grows bigger in the distance and you think you can see the movement of excitement on deck when the crew spots your figures

hongjoong has slowed down his steps, but he has yet to let go of your hand

“and you deserve to know that. welcome to the crew, y/n”

to a family and love that you never had

you think you like the sound of that

“thank you, captain”

seonghwa

pov: you're a royal navy officer in disguise

you lay awake in your hammock, listening to the soft snores of the crew members around you

sleep doesn’t come easy to you anymore

particularly tonight

you contemplate whether it’s worth the risk to simply not show up

you know what the consequences are if they capture you - a slow and painful death - but you’re unsure whether you want to put ateez on the line too

your ship is currently docked for the night, having made a port stop at alcarres following one of the crew’s wishes to retire the pirate lifestyle and settle in the small town

their last night with ateez had been celebrated with sloshing rum and rowdy jigs, something you had found strange

there’s none of that in the royal navy

when one leaves, it is shameful and through one of three options only; old age, crippling injury, or…death

you had asked seonghwa, the quartermaster, why he and the captain were so accepting when crew members left as they wished

he had simply smiled and answered, “better a small but loyal crew than a large and unpredictable crew”

his words are like a sharp stone in your shoe as you finally slip out of your hammock and make your way off the ship

as ordered, you head to the tavern addressed

you salute the person in front of you and ease into your seat with a formality only when he disregards you

“admiral jang”

“you’re late,” the royal navy officer raises an eyebrow

“sorry, sir. i had to make sure everyone was asleep”

it’s not exactly the truth, but no one needs to know that you had spent an hour in your hammock questioning your morality

he ignores your excuse, jesting as he asks of your captain, “has the pirate king found the chart’s whereabouts yet?”

the charts

centuries ago, a crew of experienced sailors had travelled the six great seas and created the original navigational charts

the charts had become scattered and lost over time, but its value only increased exponentially as more and more sailors became victims to the sea trying to map its waters to the same detail and accuracy as the original charts

of the six originals, only the whereabouts of five are known, with most of them within the possession of the royal navy

it’s rumoured that hongjoong - the pirate king - has his hands on two of them and is currently tracking down the lost chart of the aurorian sea

the only sea that has yet to be chartered after its original map due to its dangerous and unpredictable sailing conditions

you know that your next words can hold an inexplicable amount of possibilities

“not yet. the last lead didn’t get him anywhere. turned out the last of the ahn clan had passed a decade ago”

his lips flatten at the lack of worthwhile information

“where’s the captain headed to next, then?” he probes

for a split second, the thought of lying crosses your mind

you can’t provide a different location - it would be much too obvious and would raise immediate suspicions

but you could give him a different time frame

after all, it’s not uncommon for navigational routes to be one to two weeks off should the waters be unpredictable enough

you find the truth spilling out of you anyway once you’re looking into his stone-cold eyes

“vlasgar. in about three weeks’ time”

for a moment, time stands still as your heart pounds and you attempt to slow your breathing, the officer staring back at you calculatingly

then he finally hums in satisfaction

you think that he is going to dismiss you, but as you make a move to leave, he leans back in his seat

the split second of hesitation was enough

“remember where your loyalty lies, y/n”

the air feels cold with the underlying threat

seonghwa’s words flit through your mind

better a small but loyal crew than a large and unpredictable crew

you swallow, “of course, admiral”

and then you’re dismissed with a nod

the unsettling feeling follows you all the way back to the ship and every miniscule creak of the floorboards underneath you seems to be amplified in the silence

you let out a short gasp of surprise when you’re about to climb back into your hammock, only to see seonghwa blinking blearily at you

“couldn’t sleep ‘gain?” he mumbles

you choke out a response, “yeah”

“i’ll make you tea b’fore you sleep ‘morrow,” his words slur with sleepiness

“okay,” you whisper

but you know it won’t make a difference

after all, there’s no remedy for guilt

it continues to fester the next day, as you linger outside the captain’s quarters

you can’t remember why you had come down to the lower deck, but it doesn’t matter now, not with seonghwa and the captain discussing what you think is related to the aurorian chart

“do you think he’s still in vlasgar?”

“min taesoo? it’s hard to say. but i’m sure he’ll have acquaintances still on the island who may have an idea of where he’s gone”

min taesoo

your brain tries to carefully file the name away, knowing that it’s what admiral jang would want to know, but at the same time, your heart tries to pretend it doesn’t know what you have heard so that you can forget about it

you find yourself scratching the name onto a scrap of paper anyway

unbeknownst to you, at the almost-imperceivable sound of your footsteps walking away, the two men behind the doors share a look

the crew sets sail again in the afternoon towards the next destination - vlasgar - and the scrap of paper in your pocket weighs you down so heavily that you feel off-kilter as you absentmindedly follow jongho up into the rigging to unfurl the sails

you’re near the top of the ropes when a sudden wave lurches the boat to starboard

it’s only a small push, really, but with your mind elsewhere, it catches you off guard and you miss your next step

the feeling of your hand dislodging from the sudden drag of your body weight brings you back to the present with a yell of surprise

(whether it’s your own or jongho’s, you can’t remember)

your sailing experience takes over and you try to swing your body back towards the safety of the rigging

you barely manage to grasp the ropes again but your hands slip down with your weight until they hit the next knot, the hot rush of friction threatening your grip

with adrenaline rushing through your body, you shakily climb back down, where there are several pairs of hands waiting to help you down the rest of the rigging

seonghwa’s hands do not leave you even after your feet are planted on the deck again

dread and shame heat the back of your neck and curl around onto your cheeks, knowing that a mistake like the one you had just made - accidental or not - would lead to a punishment like confinement in the lower deck back in the royal navy

except, when an apology starts to form on your lips, seonghwa bursts out in dismay

“y/n, your hands!”

you let out an unintelligible noise as seonghwa gently turns your palms over and you realise that the ropes have grazed some of the skin off

“it’s fine,” you want to say

but you’re silenced when he leads you to the small sick bay on the orlop deck

even if there is no surgeon on board, there is a small chest fastened to the wall that is home to their few and valuable medical supplies

you sit as he fusses over you with alcohol and strips of cloth

although he does a good job of wrapping your hands, your insides start to bleed with how intensely guilt eats away at you, like a maggot deep inside the core of a festering apple

that night as you shuffle towards your hammock to sleep, you flinch when you find seonghwa already sitting in his

he’s fighting the heaviness in his eyes as he carefully cradles something

upon seeing you, he wordlessly hands it to you with a sleepy smile before he finally sags into his own hammock with a content sigh

you look down and the warmth of it seems to burn through the padded dressing that the man before you has tenderly wrapped around your palms

the sensation travels upwards to burn your heart too

because in your hands is a cup of warm chamomile tea

and yet, despite the emptied cup, you find yourself unable to fall asleep

but in the darkness of the sky, with no witnesses other than the waves and sea foam themselves, a small piece of crumpled paper gets tossed overboard that night

the closer their ship approaches vlasgar, the more distant seonghwa notices you become

he worries

seonghwa thinks he worries for the reasons that he should be

he is the quartermaster; entrusted to protect the crew as the captain’s right-hand man

if that means ensuring no one will compromise the rest of his crew, even if it’s you, then so be it

that’s what he justifies to himself as he walks through the cobbled streets of vlasgar, slinking through the shadows as he follows your figure from a safe distance

(in reality, seonghwa worries for the reasons that he is not quite ready to admit yet)

he follows you into the dim bar of a tavern and carefully situates himself where he can watch over you without being discovered

he orders a mug of common ale as you approach someone

the man is dressed in civilian attire, but seonghwa can tell straight away from his demeanour and expression that he is not as ordinary as he appears

it’s confirmed when he hears you say, “admiral jang”

and then he sees it

the small but striking lapel pin on the breast of the man’s coat - the royal navy’s insignia

seonghwa feels for the sash that’s hidden underneath his own jacket and his fingertips meet the cool metal of the pistol tied inside

“you better have updates for me, y/n. what’s the pirate king’s purpose here in vlasgar?”

seonghwa knows he only has about five seconds to make a decision - one that could jeopardise the crew, or one that could jeopardise you

but you surprise yourself and the both of them when you answer steadfastly, “i don’t know, sir”

despite the din of drunker patrons in the tavern, it seems to fall deathly silent

“am i hearing wrong, officer?” the admiral questions with a disbelieving scoff

to your credit, your voice does not waver when you state again, “no, sir. i believe the captain and quartermaster are lying low. they have not revealed anything to me nor the rest of the crew”

seonghwa suddenly understands why you have distanced yourself

the admiral’s jaw tics

“is that so.”

you do not respond, only focusing on the spot between his raised eyebrows as he leans forward across the table

“where does your loyalty lie, y/n?”

neither the admiral nor seonghwa need to hear your answer to know the truth

a small crew may be outnumbered, but they have strength in loyalty and devotion

there’s a glint of movement from underneath the table as the admiral inches something out from his belt

seonghwa makes his decision

you flinch, eyes wide as there’s a deafening gunshot and the table beside you splinters and scatters the tankards of alcohol onto the floor

instantaneously, chaos erupts

there are drunken yells of fright and weapons clumsily brandished, tables upturned and chairs hurled across the room

it only takes one other misfired shot for the tavern to descend into hellfire as customers who were previously drinking together now turn on one another

nobody notices the two pirates dashing out, not even admiral jang, who is busy wrangling two inebriated men off his arms

your composure dissolves the moment you are dragged into an alleyway several streets away and you look up in shock to discover-

“seonghwa?! why are you here?”

“i could say the same about you,” he counters, hardly out of breath

you’re stunned by the fact that he seems completely unfazed by the mess that he has just dragged you out of

something clicks

“was that you? did you know all along?”

seonghwa smiles, “let’s just say you’re not as subtle as you think you are when you sneak around. plus, it’s uncommon for sailors to have the experience that you do without having had some sort of training”

you curse under your breath and wince, “does hongjoong know too?”

the quartermaster nods and you fear the answer to your next question

“then why has he not…why have you not…”

“killed you yet?” seonghwa chuckles. “i’m sure you’ve realised by now how skewed the royal navy’s beliefs are”

you’re quiet

the royal navy has always been cult-like in preaching the ruthlessness and barbarism of pirates, drilling into the officers the belief that pirates are the scum of the sea

but everything that you’ve known has been proven false since you’ve joined ateez; ironically, the pirates are more humane than the royal navy themself

their crew stand at attention whenever hongjoong or seonghwa walk onto the deck - not out of cultivated fear but genuine respect

when jongho is sore and tired from handling the riggings on a particularly rough and windy day, the others will offer to cover for his chores instead of flogging him into submission

and when mingi is divvying up the shares of the provisions and loot, the others will slip an extra bar of soap for seonghwa, the shiniest ring for mingi, or the largest bottle of rum for yunho, because they want to make each other happy

“hongjoong is the pirate king, yes, but a king should not take the lives of others for his own power. a true king uses his power to change the lives of others for the better…like yours…and like mine”

you frown with a jerk of your head

“what do you mean?”

you can’t see seonghwa as a broken man whatsoever

he gives you a weak smile, “i, too, used to be part of the royal navy”

your jaw drops

everything clicks into place - how he had figured out you weren’t just a common sailor and why he hadn’t confronted you about it

the shame and guilt come rushing back over you in a storm that is much too familiar by now

“i’m so sorry, all i’ve done is betray your trust-”

“but that’s what second chances are for, no?” seonghwa cuts you off, playfully flicking your forehead as he reminds you, “and i’m pretty sure you’ve chosen me over the royal navy”

your cheeks grow hot

“not you. the crew,” you mutter

he laughs and it’s a wonderful sound

“come on, it’s late,” seonghwa beckons. “let’s get some sleep”

when he sees that you’re still rooted to the spot, unsure whether you are deserving to go back, he decides for you and moves behind you to gently nudge you forward by the shoulders

you let him guide you

his hands are warm, you note, even through the linen of your shirt

his hands are also pretty, you observe, when he tries to fluff your hammock once you two have crept your way back to the berth

seonghwa helps you up into the hammock and you watch as he climbs into his

his hands are also teeming with love, you realise, when he wordlessly extends his arm nearest to you in a silent invitation

if you both reach out, you can just entwine your hands together from your respective hammocks

the burns on your palms have healed nicely and without the need for them to be wrapped, you can feel every expanse of his hand covering yours

he doesn’t retract his hand and neither do you, even though it’s not the most comfortable position and you both lose feeling of your arms soon after

but you lay in your hammock, drifting to the soft snores of the crew members around you and the soft tug of seonghwa’s fingers in yours

sleep comes easy to you

particularly tonight

as it will for the rest of your life

yunho

pov: you're the crew's navigator

you know it’s going to happen even before it actually does

you can feel it in the air and from the way the baby hairs around your hairline start to frizz

but you never say anything because you wouldn’t trade it for the moment when the first raindrop hits the back of yunho’s neck and he abandons his duty at the helm to drag you out onto the upper deck

(hongjoong only sighs in defeat before he stations himself at the helm instead)

you don’t like the rain

not like yunho does

you are already looking up from the map spread out in the captain’s quarters, a knowing smile on your face just from the sound of his bounding footsteps alerting you of his presence, when yunho appears with the beckon of rain

you pretend to let yourself be dragged to your feet along to his urges of come on!

but then you dash forward towards the hatch with yunho chasing after your bright laughter

in the short span of time that it has taken him to fetch you, the sprinkle of rain has steadily grown and the weathered planks of the deck are already a dark grey

you feel the coldness of the raindrops hitting the crown of your head and the spreading chill as your clothes start to become damp

but that’s not what makes you feel alive

yunho catches up to you easily and then he is snaking his arms around your waist to lift you up into the air

you barely have time to squeal and steady yourself on his broad shoulders before he is spinning the two of you around, the world blurring away as the spotlight shines on him and he is all that you can see

the deck is your stage and the sea is your audience

rain with yunho is twirling hugs, tiptoed kisses and tinkling laughter. it’s soaked shirts and rosy cheeks and the only thing that matters in the moment

you don’t like the rain, but it’s easy to like the rain when it’s with him

(hongjoong lets the two of you be - so obviously and hopelessly enamoured by each other - because when one sees people in love, one cannot help but watch and smile)

the rain eventually peters out and you and yunho must return to your respective duties, but not until you two have changed out of your drenched clothes and sneaked in a few more kisses

a few hours later, you hear the racket above the deck as a ship pulls up beside the arriba and ropes are thrown across from both sides to lash the vessels close together

hongjoong comes down to join you in his quarters, but he’s not alone

behind him is the captain of the silver light, dae jihoo, and his quartermaster, with seonghwa entering last

you note that this crew doesn’t have a navigator of their own

but you suppose that’s one of the reasons why their captain had implored an alliance for this particular raid

the crew of the silver light are wanting to target the prosperity triangle - an area between three large ports that is frequently trafficked by wealthy vessels transporting valuable goods

it’s a raid that would prove difficult for a smaller pirate crew like your own and the silver light, and especially if they have no navigator

but it’s not uncommon for pirates to form temporary alliances for such purposes, and together, your crews have a good chance of plundering a fortune

you nod your head in acknowledgement when hongjoong introduces you to the two pirates as ateez’s navigator

you don’t miss the way jihoo’s eyes seem to linger on you for a second too long before he flashes a crooked grin and gestures towards the navigational map spread out on the oak table

clearing your throat of discomfort, you step forward and flatten the creases out with your hands

“this is the most open spot within the triangle that the vessel we’re after will pass through,” you tap an annotated spot on the chart, “and this is where we are now”

you slide your finger across, “we’ll follow the rhumb line west to avoid the shallower waters and when we can catch the trade winds, it should be smooth sailing from there”

jihoo challenges you, “how can you be sure we’ll catch the ship within the triangle?”

“they’ll need to sail past the equator and i’m almost certain their ship will be slowed down by the doldrums. we can easily gain knots on them”

he squints at the scribbles you’ve made noting down what you’ve gathered of the wind patterns

you know for a fact that it will mean nothing to him, but whatever he sees must satisfy him because jihoo appears to make up his mind

“when do we set sail?” he directs his question to your captain

“three days from now”

he grunts a noise of affirmation and stands, which hongjoong takes as the cue to see them and the rest of their crew off your ship

you trail behind the group as you all head back to the upper deck

you prepare to emerge from the hatch with a playful wink, knowing that yunho will be craning his neck from the helm to get a glimpse of you, when a sudden holler surprises you out of your thoughts

it’s immediately met with the answering cries of several other pirates - none from your crew - and you hurry to clear the hatch to gain your bearings

you’re thrust right into the throes of battle as ateez are forced to unsheathe their cutlasses to defend against silver light’s sudden attack

having been caught off guard, basically none of your firearms are loaded with gunpowder, rendering them unusable

you will have to make do with the short sabre at your waist

there’s no time to account for the whereabouts and safety of your crew members and you just have to pray that you all make it out of this unscathed

especially yunho

but as ateez retaliate, you all notice something is off about the situation

your crew is very quickly overpowering the other pirates - it was a losing fight for them from the very beginning

it makes no sense to you nor the rest of your crew

the losses of breaking the alliance before the planned raid, much less through betrayal, far outweigh any gains they could possibly make from their choice of action

it makes absolutely no sense

until it does.

you are blocking the swing of a sabre with your own when you are tugged backwards harshly by the collar of your shirt

there’s an angry snarl in your throat as you prepare to turn around, but it’s quickly silenced by the warning shot of a pistol right beside your ear

the cold ring of metal is then pressed to the back of your head

you know that firearms require time to reload and there’s a chance that this pistol is now useless

but, like wooyoung has taught the rest of the crew to do, they may have pre-prepared several pistols and you are not willing to play with fire - especially when you are only the flex of a finger away from death

you vaguely hear someone yell out your name in panic, but you’re not quite sure you hear correctly over the clamour of cutlasses clashing, warcries resounding and your own heartbeat pounding

“stand down or your navigator dies,” the voice behind you thunders

it’s jihoo…and he wants a navigator for his crew

“ateez,” one of your men commands, “lower your weapons”

your crew may make decisions fairly, but in battle, only hongjoong has the power to make commands

yunho has never spoken against his captain or disobeyed orders

until now

the words do not come out of your captain’s mouth but yunho’s

the rest of the members hesitate - they will not stand down unless hongjoong commands them to, yet, they are unsure whether they will be able to follow should he demand them to fight on, even if it means endangering your life

but there is no guarantee jihoo will let your crew go unharmed even after you all surrender, and as the captain, hongjoong must make decisions in the best interest for the crew

“captain!” yunho yells desperately

yunho never yells

“stand down,” hongjoong commands

silver light’s captain steps in closer behind you until you can hear and feel the noise of intriguement that leaves his mouth down the back of your neck

“that your loverboy, hmm?”

he smirks

there’s a false moment of primal relief when the press of the pistol is removed from the back of your head, but it is immediately replaced with fear that is irrevocably worse as he aims it in yunho’s direction and shoots

“no!”

you shriek and pull against the tug of his hold, still fisted around your collar, your pupils blown wide with terror at the sight of the clean hole in the mast right beside yunho’s head

“it’ll be pretty boy’s head next if you don’t come with me,” jihoo coos into your ear

the fight slips out of you immediately

because if you can save him, a life for a life, then you will

even if the sight of mingi holding yunho back from lunging forward when the pistol’s barrel returns to your head makes your heart clench painfully

“y/n, don’t you dare,” yunho pleads, voice filled with anguish

you’re barely given enough time to lock eyes with him and say resolutely, “remember what you said to me,” before you are tugged away to the boarding plank

ateez can only watch helplessly as the planks are removed from over the bulwarks and the last of the ropes are untied, releasing the silver light from their ship for good

jihoo tugs you down the hatch as the ship starts to pull away, and just like that, you’re gone from their sights

“fuck!” yunho shouts furiously, unable to contain his emotions as he turns around and connects his fist with the mast

right where the musket ball had made a hole

his hand pulls away with bloodied knuckles from the splintered wood and the sheer force of his punch

a concerned whine leaves seonghwa’s mouth and he tries to approach the taller, but yunho shakes him off and looks determinedly at hongjoong

“we’re sailing to the banver isle just east of the triangle. we’ll ambush them there”

seonghwa looks between the two, hope flickering in his chest at the potential plan, “you think the silver light are stupid enough to try taking on the prosperity triangle alone?”

yunho chuckles darkly, “they were fucking shitbrained enough to take y/n, so yes”

nobody disagrees and hongjoong smirks dangerously

“ateez, ready the sails for banver isle,” he commands. “prepare for battle”

because not only have the silver light taken you away from ateez, but they have also annihilated the light from yunho’s eyes

gone are his warm brown orbs - they are now black holes thirsty for retribution

there will be lives to pay and even that will not be enough for the void

unaware of what your crew is capable of, jihoo looks down at you with a triumphant leer

“you’ll navigate us to the triangle in three days’ time. don’t even think about lying - you’ve already shown me where the location is”

with an even nod you reply, “of course”

it’s true though - you have absolutely no intention of navigating them somewhere else

because you know yunho will be waiting there for you

amidst chaste kisses exchanged between plush lips cold from the rain, yunho tells you in a brief moment of seriousness

“don’t show them where the real location is,” his breath is warm across your cheeks. “you know the coastal island roughly ten nautical miles away? show them that instead”

you tilt your head to look up at him, “you think they’ll betray us?”

“no,” he reassures you with a deeper, slower kiss, “but we can never be too safe”

and even if your vessels miss each other this time, you have complete faith that yunho will sail to the very ends of the world just to find you

two days before the originally-planned raid, the arriba sails as closely to banver isle as possible without risking running aground

yunho has navigated the ship around the back of the isle so that the form of the rocky terrain conceals them from sight

once the anchor is lowered, the crew members use every ticking moment to make preparations

swords are sharpened and firearms cleaned

mingi distributes the gunpowder and ammunition, which is pre-loaded into muskets, pistols and swivel cannons ready to be engaged

the ship’s sails and riggings are checked and yeosang keeps a keen lookout in the crow’s nest

and it’s as if the world itself can sense the brewing storm that grows inside yunho

the sea is eerily still and silent, but the sky is an omen to something impending, its rolling clouds dark and angry with the threat of rain leering over the waters

yunho doesn’t actually like the rain

he only likes it because it’s with you

rain with you is barefoot dancing, breathless confessions and bashful giggles. it’s drenched locks and fluttering eyelashes and the only thing that exists in the moment

but as the profile of the silver light finally approaches the isle two days later, the heavens split open and you are not by his side

rain without you is falling pinpricks, frigid winds and flaunting mockery and yunho despises it with his entire being

at yeosang’s call of, “vessel approaching from starboard,” up in the lookout, yunho smothers the fervid desire to barrage the other ship with cannonballs like hail from hell; to unleash an inferno that blazes through their hull as he sadistically watches the crew jump for their lives

he stamps out the hunger to shoot the ones that make it into the sea, not to kill, only to maim and induce a long, painful struggle in the open waters until death becomes inevitable - until there is enough blood spilt that it becomes the only stench in the air that stretches across for miles

yunho leashes his monsters with an iron fist

because he will not do anything that could even remotely endanger your life

even if it means that he has to hold back - to sit and wait like prey instead of advancing on the other ship like a predator

at least not yet.

silver light do not know, but this is the calm before the storm

the heavens may be crying, the winds may be howling and the waters may be roiling

but this is nothing compared to yunho

yunho is a tempest of unparalleled rage and their ship is in the eye of his storm

as the bowsprit of the silver light starts to appear around the isle, the members ready their grappling hooks and yunho draws his cutlass with a menacing whisper of unsheathing metal

you are his treasure, and pirates never lose sight of their treasure

today…you return to him

yeosang

pov: you're a tavern keeper

watching the ale reach the brim of the tankard you are holding, you’re about to step away from the barrel when the voice of a patron sounds behind you

“‘scuse me, could i get a mint-”

you look up and turn around in confusion as their voice cuts off

only to have the question taken right from the tip of your own tongue as you’re met with the face of the person you had loved for years

the same person you have spent twice as long trying to forget

eyes searching each other’s in a surprised stupor, seeing kang yeosang standing right in front of you takes you back to those memories that you have tried to remember and simultaneously bury

it thrusts you headfirst into what used to be of your shared love - like the feathery remnants of a dream, so distant from the fingers of your consciousness, suddenly returning to vivid existence when you least expect it

“hey, mint leaf. i’m back”

yeosang at least has the perceptiveness to appear a little apologetic, immediately pulling you into a hug and pressing soft kisses against your hairline uncaring of the other people in the tavern

it’s been several weeks since you last saw him, and whilst he had warned you he would be gone for longer this time, you hadn’t expected it to mean two whole months

he’s a small merchant who also fishes along the coast to earn enough to make meets ends, so he’s often gone for a few days or a week or two

you knew what you were in for when you first made it official with him, but just because you become accustomed to something, doesn’t mean it gets any easier

and he’s never been gone for this long

something must have happened - something good - because he looks alive, cheeks glowing and eyes fiery

“i met the crew”

“the crew?” you ask, hands reaching for the bourbon to prepare him a drink as he lets himself behind the counter to stand beside you in your workspace

he nods excitedly, "wooyoung’s pirate crew, ateez"

you think you know where this is going to go and you hate that your stomach sinks at the thought of what your future may become, because yeosang looks so happy to tell you about this and a happy yeosang is all that you could ask for

“the captain offered me a position as their lookout”

you pick out your next words carefully as you hand him his finished drink - a mint julep with two sugar cubes, just the way he likes it

"aren't…isn't being a pirate dangerous?"

“not as dangerous as you might think, actually. they’ve been showing me the ropes the last couple of weeks and…and i think i want to join them. officially”

there it is

the forked end of the road

you wonder how far two people can keep walking with their hands intertwined before the distance becomes too great and they have to let go

his words become a little muddled when he goes on to tell you about how they divvied up their recent loot to include his share too

how he’s gained more money than he’s made from the last two years of working as a merchant and fisherman combined

if he joins his old friend and his crew, he could earn enough to buy his parents a proper house; earn enough to build you your very own tavern

you want to tell him that you don’t need the tavern, just him, but you also know just how important his family is to him

his filial desire to take care of his parents was one of the very reasons you fell in love with him in the first place

before you can say anything though, the tavern keeper is interrupting to let you know that your shift is over

yeosang immediately perks up and herds you out of the place, claiming that there is a new fishing spot he discovered that he has to show you

and so you sit while he rows his modest boat, only the splash of his oars disturbing the peaceful stillness that has settled over the waters as the sun dips below the horizon

the waning light casts a soft, warm glow over him, like a gentle kiss against his skin and birthmark

if angels graced the earth, there would be one sitting right in front of you

“i missed you, mint leaf,” he confesses, gaze shyly averted. “i thought about you when i was gone”

“did you think about showing me this place?” you feel a little breathless

he nods, “every single night”

and that’s enough for you

it feels like everything is okay again

it doesn’t matter if you’re standing at a forked road

you think that perhaps, for him, you can walk on an unpaved path - just so that you can keep holding his hand

“y/n”

yeosang’s voice is deep

the word sounds foreign to your own ears but you don’t dwell on it

(because if you do, you’ll wonder whether it’s because you’ve forgotten the sound of his voice or because you want to hear him calling you something else)

“what would you like to order?” you ask

(because it’s easier to pretend that he’s just another patron than to admit that he used to be all that you ever knew)

yeosang fumbles a little but then regains himself, “oh, um- just a mint julep, please”

you turn your back to him to prepare his drink, hands reaching for the barrels lined along the bottom shelves without needing to look

you’ve made this drink too many times to count

half of those times were in the safety of the darkness that midnight offered; when the tears could flow freely without anyone seeing

it’s only when you start to mix his cocktail that yeosang realises he didn’t ask for his sugar cubes, but he figures the drink will taste bitter tonight either way so he opts to watch you instead

he wishes that he could walk past the counter like he used to and wrap his arms around you

he wishes that he could whisper endearments into your ears and press them against your lips

he wishes that he could show you that he still loves you

“do you still love me?” you voice wavers with hurt as you stand in front of him

he’s finally back after being gone for four months this time and you hate this conversation as much as he does, but it was bound to happen eventually

yeosang pleads, “more than anything”

“then why does it hurt so much? loving you…and being loved by you”

he doesn’t have an answer

but god be damned if he doesn’t try to find a way to fix things

“tell me, mint leaf, what can i do?”

you blink back your tears furiously, having already made up your mind while he was still at sea

“let’s break up”

because in the end, unpaved paths have too many rocks, too many thorns and too many arched roots; they were never meant to be walked along

you pass yeosang his finished drink without another word and then move further down the counter to serve a different customer

his eyes linger on you wistfully before he tears them away from you

it’s a good thing his hair has grown long enough to cover his face when he looks down

because his eyes start to grow wet at the sight of the mint julep you have made him

with two sugar cubes in it, just the way he likes it

perhaps, once you’ve loved somebody, you never really stop loving them

yeosang shows up again the next day and seats himself at the bar

you don’t serve him though, actively avoiding his end of the counter and letting another of your staff tend to him

he orders his usual but he leaves out his request for additional sugar cubes

it feels wrong for him to order it from someone that isn’t you

but you’re watching out of the corner of your eye as the worker mixes the bourbon, sugar and water, topping it with a few mint leaves and then sliding it across the counter for him

you let out a little sigh, half amused, when he takes a small sip and smacks his lips together at the bitterness

you take two sugar cubes and drop it unceremoniously into his pewter cup before you realise what you’re doing

yeosang immediately seizes the opportunity to talk to you

“my crew’s docked for the fortnight…” he waits to see if you’ll respond. you don’t, but you also don’t move away, so he continues. “we’re making some repairs to the hull and sails before our next raid”

you have half a mind to walk away after you reply, “i didn’t ask” 

he forges on regardless

“we’re going to work with another crew for this one. it’s going to increase our chances of a successful raid because-”

your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean for it to when you hiss again, “i didn’t ask”

yeosang’s mouth closes as he pulls away slightly, back straightening

then he says in a softer voice, “i’ve been doing well. wooyoung still takes care of me, even though i’m not new to the crew anymore. i also saw my parents today and they’re happily retired now…”

you don’t stop him from talking this time

because how many sleepless nights have you spent sitting outside your tavern looking up at the stars; how many times have you served a mint julep to a patron and accidentally added sugar cubes; how many moments have you been consumed by the thought of him, simply wondering if he is living well?

this is everything that you have ever wanted - yeosang in the flesh letting you know that, yes, he has been well

but it is also everything that you have ever feared - that he has been well even without you

you don’t know what to feel

“my parents asked about you,” he says gingerly. “how have you been?”

his voice is barely audible, as if he is afraid of what you might say

or perhaps, afraid that you might not say anything at all

“good. excellent,” you force a small smile, your eyes still focused on the sole mint leaf floating in his drink. you don’t think you can look at him. “i own this place now”

his body loses its tension, cheeks rounding as he looks at you with genuine relief

“that’s…that’s really good to hear”

his words sting

you are unsure if it stings your ego or if it picks at the wound in the shape of the person you have lost

but it hurts to know that he has worried over you in the exact same way you have over him, the whole time you two have been apart

you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the realisation and hot tears well in your eyes almost immediately

your bottom lip starts to crumple so you rush into the back room to escape

“y/n!” yeosang calls out after you, alarmed

when you don’t stop, disappearing into the storage, he jolts up from his seat and follows

your body shudders with every heaving breath you take, unable to stop yourself from crying even harder when you feel him tug you into his chest

you try to pull away but his sturdy arms tighten around you

yeosang refuses to let you go once more

“i hate you,” you sob, struggling against his hold as you hit his chest weakly

he hushes comforts against the crown of your head, soothing noises as he endures your fists

“you have every reason to”

yeosang holds back tears of his own

he feels your body gradually losing its fight, sinking into his embrace instead, hands desperately holding him close

your voice is so impossibly small when you tearfully confess, “but i still love you”

“oh, mint leaf,” he brushes the stray locks of hair away from your face and cradles your jaw tenderly, “i still love you, too”

he presses a soft kiss against your forehead, pulling away once only to reaffirm, “so, so much”

when he kisses you again, his lips taste salty against your own, but nothing has ever tasted sweeter than this

your breath no longer stutters but the tears continue to run down your face because your heart finally feels right after all these years apart

and yet-

you pull away

“we can’t do this”

yeosang feels his heart shattering

“why not? i don’t understand,” he whimpers

“you know why,” you say distressingly, “my life is here, yeosang. i can’t just leave and return whenever i want. but you, on the other hand? you can. you go where your crew goes - you belong with them”

“but my heart belongs to you. please, y/n,” he begs

his arms are still wrapped around you and you feel his desperation as his fingers cling onto you like a lifeline

you look earnestly into his bloodshot eyes, your own vision blurry, “yeo, you’re not the one who gets left behind here. you’re not the one who waits weeks, months, years on end, just hoping that the next person to walk in is the person that you want to see”

he wants to plead that he waits to see you, too, but he knows that he’s the one who leaves, too

“you’re the right one for me - the only one for me - but it’s not the right time,” you tell him gently

slowly, his arms lower themselves from around you

“it wasn’t the right time then and it isn’t the right time now,” he repeats, “then when is the right time for us?”

you shoot the question right back at him, “when is the right time for someone whose life is to sail the world?”

neither of you know the answer

nobody does, because loving a pirate has no certainties

but yeosang doesn’t give up

“if we can’t ever be sure, why don’t we just make it the right time ourselves?”

you caress his cheek sweetly, and despite having stepped away from you earlier, he leans into your hand, starved of your loving touch and affection

“yeosang…what if we’ve already had it? what if…meeting each other was already it? what if we’re just meant to love from a distance, not side by side?” your voice is poignant but resolute

he brings up a hand to cover yours, still warm and tender against his wet cheek

how is it that he can be touching you yet simultaneously feel worlds apart from you

“okay,” he accepts with a whisper

if loving you silently is the only way he gets to love you, then he will choose it in a heartbeat over losing you entirely

he thumbs away the remainder of your tears

“can i kiss you? one last time?” he asks

you nod

“one last time”

your lips slowly meet, slotting together as they find their home in each other’s dips and curves

his hands cradle the small of your back and neck and your own hands rest against his chest

the kiss you share is steady, longing and bittersweet

it conveys everything that you want to say to each other, and even then, it is hardly enough

thank you

i’m sorry

i love you

goodbye…

you can feel your eyes burning up again, but you focus on the feeling of yeosang’s lips against yours instead

because you know that the moment one of you pulls away, that is it forever

in the world of love, there are people who are ill-fated

they meet the right person, but at the wrong time

and then there are people like you and yeosang

not ill-fated, but star-crossed lovers

the right person…

but just not meant to be

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Hello, i am the author of emergency (yunho). The thing is my last acc got deleted by accident and i am reposting all my fics here

So shall i lyk after it is done with the new link?

please do!

tysm!!

[ninrinv]

😵‍💫🫶

I love you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: You and your cute subby boyfriend tries pegging.

Paring: Sub!Hwa x Dom!reader

Warning: Smut, pegging, (that’s all tell me if I missed anything)

A/n: this was kinda rushed so I know it sucks a bit 😞

As you continued to thrust in and out of Seonghwas tight hole, the man’s cries of pleasure only grew louder. His mind was completely clouded by the sensation of being filled and the feeling of being loved. As his fully hard cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust he cried out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I know you do.” You said pounding into him harder. Seonghwa’s thoughts began to become incoherent, his words a jumble of moans and gasps.

You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he began arching his back with every powerful thrust. The muscles on his stomach flexed and rippled beneath his pale skin while his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

With a look of intense desire in his eyes, you grabbed his throbbing member and began stroking it in time with the powerful thrusts. The smooth skin of his cock slid against your palm, sending electric shock waves of pleasure through his entire body. The sensation was too much for him to bear; he let out a primal scream, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. Tears streaming down his face, he pleaded for you to continue. “Please don’t stop baby, please.”

Seonghwa’s breaths became increasingly labored his and eyes remained closed, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His soft moans filled the room, fueled by the primal desire that coursed through his veins. You watched as his shaft twitched in anticipation, the tip glistening with a generous amount of precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Seonghwa’s grip on your arms tightened, and he whimpered your name in a pleading tone. His moans turned to gasps for air as you took control of him and guided him towards the peak of ecstasy once again. With every thrust, you felt the velvety walls of his ass squeeze around the silicone, drawing out every last sensation.

Seonghwa’s body tensed and his eyes shot open, revealing a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His entire being was consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through him as he screamed your name and arched his back. The tightened muscles of his ass squeezed around the toy as he was overtaken by the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. His seed erupted from his cock, painting his stomach in thick, white cream as he convulsed in an almost painful release.

The sounds of his moans and gasps echoed through the room slowly thrusting, giving him time to ride out the intense wave of pleasure that overtook him. When it was finally over you pulled out of him and he collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, his body shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

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enhypen recs !

my favorite en- fics i've read, enjoy!

-most of the hyung line ones are nsfw so mdni, for maknae line sunoo and jungwon just may get suggestive because that's just as far as i read, if you want smut for them go find it somewhere else!-

﹒⟡﹒heeseung

jersey by @luvyeni

i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck by @taeghi

﹒⟡﹒jay

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﹒⟡﹒jake

church boy by @choiyawnjuns

the taste of you by @luvrhoons

﹒⟡﹒sunghoon

marking you mine by @jaylaxies

﹒⟡﹒sunoo

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﹒⟡﹒jungwon

love bites by @aisclosed

﹒⟡﹒riki

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﹒⟡﹒ot7 / multiple members

bets are meant to be won by @taeghi

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SUB HWA AGENDAAAAA

Anything you want || Park Seonghwa

Summery: He will never notice how much you’re using him, that’s how in love he is with you.

Warnings: smut, face riding, and begging.

Pairing: Sub!Seonghwa x Dom!femreader

a little mini series for Christmas, I will start making the master-list (Seonghwa mini series).

Sickeningly you found yourself enjoying the power you had over him, with your pussy just above his face, teasing him with your wet folds, and his pleas growing more desperate. “Please mommy, I just want to taste you.” You just knew with those little words you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Please just sit on my face, anything you want I have.” His voice became hoarse, wild with desire and lust. You felt his hot breath near your sensitive folds, aching for just a little taste, but you weren’t going to give in so easily without getting what you wanted first.

“Seonghwa baby, do you know what I want from you?” Your fake sweet syrupy voice is laced with false promises, and manipulation made to control him.

With his mind being filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and love.You knew he couldn’t tell the difference between your fake love and genuine affection that he longed for from you.

“I want everything you have to offer me, money, cars, houses, and more.” You said before slowly lowering yourself onto his face, taking your time, savoring the feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive folds. Your hips began to move in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, he couldn’t help but moan as you started to ride his face that was now soaked with your sweet juices.

With a mix of his and your moans filling the room. Your teasing movements continued, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through his body.

As you felt the need growing in between your legs aching for more, you increased your pace, body weight pressing down on his face. His moans grew louder, muffled by your wetness as you continued to ride him.

You could feel the heat building up inside you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. With one last push, you threw your head back in ecstasy, your orgasm rushing over you like a wave.

Your body shook violently, and your juices dripped down onto his face as you rode out the intense pleasure.

As the orgasmic waves subsided, you slowly dismounted from his face, body still trembling from the intense pleasure. You looked down to see a large wet spot on his gray sweatpants, evidence of his release. His eyes were still rolled back in a trance, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. You smiled, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction.

You reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. You leaned in and brushed his wet nectar filled lips against yours, tongue darting out to tease his. He’s helpless under you, his body still reeling from the orgasm she had given him.

He mumbled "You can have anything,"

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skz recs !

my fav skz fics i've read, enjoy!

-most are nsfw so mdni-

﹒⟡﹒bangchan

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﹒⟡﹒lino

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﹒⟡﹒changbin

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﹒⟡﹒hyunjin

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﹒⟡﹒jisung

redroom by @lunaclipse

on my mind by @staytheword

let me blow your mind by @1nthedarknessofthenight

﹒⟡﹒felix

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﹒⟡﹒seungmin

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﹒⟡﹒jeongin

my shy neighbor by @luvyeni

﹒⟡﹒ot8 / poly / multiple members

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atz recs !

my fav ateez fics i've read, enjoy!

-most of these are nsfw so mdni-

﹒⟡﹒hongjoong

drive to survive by @bvidzsoo

just barely by @thru-the-grapevine

to make an album by @bambikisss

﹒⟡﹒seonghwa

hiding a vampire 1 2 by @jonghoslvt [⭑]

dancing with the devil + succumbing to the angel by @bro-atz [⭑]

the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite [⭑]

needing you by @lunaclipse [⭑]

safe word: evergreen - ivy by @bro-atz

bound by desire by @jonghoslvt [⭑]

3:00 am by @xosannie [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒yunho

this by @sanspuppet

emergency by @arafilez

the drill by @byuntrash101 [⭑]

bottle service by @bro-atz [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒yeosang

so in love by @sanspuppet

﹒⟡﹒san

limitless by @sorryimananti-romantic

howling to your moon by @essenteez

after all, you're my wife by @astayinwonderland

vaya con dios by @riboism [⭑]

anatomy by @danihow [⭑]

this by @beenbaanbuun

﹒⟡﹒mingi

good boy @akistaytiny

numb my pain by @yeonjuns-beanie

bad day stress reliever by @dottieisdotting [⭑]

this by @teasteeper

unspoken desires by @yourlocaljonghoe

yeehaw by @desirehorizon [⭑]

booksmart @byuntrash101 [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒wooyoung

this by @1ovewoo

dark room by @sugarnspice630 [⭑]

pretty brown eyes by @ateezscupid

pantie thief by @ja3hwa [⭑]

﹒⟡﹒jongho

this by @jonghoslvt

carnival pleasures by @sanjoongie

﹒⟡﹒ot8 / poly / multiple members

sub ateez by @seventhcallisto [⭑]

kinktober by @ja3hwa [⭑]

this or that by @k-hotchoisan [⭑]

ateez as royals who fall for you hyung maknae by @eightmakesonebraincell [⭑]

[⭑] = fav!

[ninrinv]

recs archives !

- lmk if any problems occur with any links!!

atz

skz

en-

[ninrinv]

i. need. this.

Needing you || Park Seonghwa

Summery: Your subby boyfriend tries out the new toy you got him.

Warnings: Smut, male masturbation, sex toys, and mommy kink.

A/n: Had to come back with a banger for y’all. I love the icons I made btw!! 🫶🏽 pretty proud with the way this came out.

His muscular body was covered in the fine sheen sweat, and breathing becoming ragged. He was lost in the sensation that his new cock ring you gifted him gave him. Buzzing against his cock just the way he liked it.

As the toy continued to vibrate against his cock he began to moan louder, “Yes baby just like that.” His hips thrusting forward in time with the rhythm sending more waves of pleasure through his body.

His fingers dug into the sheets, and he arched his back pushing his cock deeper into the toy. He picked up the pace, moving the toy harder and faster against his cock.

As Seonghwas orgasm builds up he increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring. The toy's thrusts match his rhythm, pushing him closer and over the edge. “Oh fuck yes,”

His body tenses, and his cock starts to throb, a thick stream of precum oozes out of the tip, and he moans loudly as he finally reaches his climax.

While his orgasm subsides, he decides to stimulate himself, wanting to see how far he can go. He increases the intensity of the vibrations from his cock ring and the toys thrust, making them faster and harder.

“I need you so bad.” His moans grew louder, and his body starts to tremble. Sweat drips down from his forehead, and he grips the sheets tightly. his cock twitches in response to the intense stimulation leaking and more precum.

Reaching his climax, his body shakes violently as he shoots hot cum all over the cock ring and his stomach.

He comes down from his high and looks at the camera with a smile on his face. “Thank you mommy” he says before sending you the video and setting his phone beside him.

He takes a deep breath, feeling satisfied and accomplished with what he just did.

Now, he’s excited to see what his girlfriend will think of it.

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i'm seriously not kidding when i say all these of bro's works are a work of art

like i've just spent over 2 hours going through their fics, they got me giggling and kicking my feet and shit

Are you sure there's not gonna be part 2 for Dancing With The Devil??😭 Because that's the best thing I've ever read I'm not kidding 😭

succumbing to the angel

in which: seonghwa's newest client saved your life because the client has a new target for him.

pair: assassin!seonghwa/afab!reader

word count: 7k

content: angst(?), smut, bedroom sex, suspense, murder, sub!hwa yummy, slightly sadistic (but not really), (light) bdsm, plot twists?, completely consensual (sex)!

author's note: the way my brain exploded coming up w the concept for a pt. 2 like not toot my own horn but i'm a fucking genius— anon you are so so so lucky that my singular brain cell was working the day you sent this HAHA so this part is... this is... well... you'll see. enjoy :-) also do listen to arriba while you read this one

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols message me if you would like to be added to the list network: @cromernet part one | part two

“Mr. Kim?”

“Yes. Come with me.”

The two walked to Mr. Kim’s office, the door immediately closing behind them. The two sat on couches opposite each other, eyes locked on one another.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Kim Hongjoong?”

“I need you to kill Mr. Song Mingi.”

Seonghwa exhaled deeply as he leaned back into the couch. He narrowed his eyes and crossed one leg over the other, staring the lawyer in front of him down.

“You want me to kill Mr. Song.”

“That’s right.”

“Is that why you asked me to keep Y/N alive?”

“Correct.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Gripping the gun, Seonghwa was milliseconds away from pulling the trigger when his phone rang. His tense grip immediately loosened. He looked at your crying face, the phone continuing to ring. Fuck it, he decided he would answer the call then kill you, so he picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Park Seonghwa?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Kim Hongjoong. You have Attorney Y/N with you right now, don’t you?”

Seonghwa looked at you with a dark glint, making you flinch. You couldn’t tell if he was glaring at you or what, but the look on his face definitely scared the shit out of you.

“…Why are you calling, Mr. Kim?”

“Don’t kill her.”

“What?”

His eyes widened, and the grimace on his face turned into confusion. You, unable to hear the phone call, stared at his changing expression in fear.

“Don’t kill Y/N.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to explain over the phone like this. Meet me at my office tomorrow, and I’ll explain. Just don’t kill her. Please.”

The expression on Seonghwa’s face softened. He looked at you again, but he had returned to the man that had made love to you, not the man that was hired to kill you. Still, you kept your guard up as you watched him set his gun aside and take a step away from you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Kim.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“What?”

“Report to Mr. Song Mingi that you killed her. I know that he’s the one who hired you to kill her.”

“…Alright.”

“Good. See you tomorrow, Mr. Park.”

Seonghwa hung up and let out a little sigh. He set his phone side before looking at you. Your tears had stopped by that point, but you were still shocked as hell. You remained looking at him with a gaping jaw as he disappeared into the other room. He returned with your clothes and other clothes of his for you to be able to change into. After setting everything on the bed, Seonghwa made his way out of the room, only to stop right as he got to the door frame.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, barely turning his head to attempt to look at you. “But consider yourself lucky, angel.”

Then, he fully left, leaving you alone in his bedroom for the rest of the night.

“So, here’s the deal, Mr. Park. You keep her alive, keep the money from Mingi, kill Mingi, then get more money from me. It’s a much better deal, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed. His face remained stoic as he pondered the offer that the lawyer was making him, uncertainty swirling around in his head.

“Okay, how much did Mingi give you?” Hongjoong asked.

Holding out his hand for a pen and paper, Seonghwa leaned forward, and Hongjoong provided those things for him. He quickly scribbled down the same number he had for Mingi, folded it, and then slid it to Hongjoong. Immediately upon opening the slip, Hongjoong scoffed lightly.

“This much? Really? Okay, well, I’ll double it. Consider it fees for keeping Y/N alive and killing Mingi. Sound good?”

Seonghwa wanted to immediately jump at the offer— three times the money for one small amount of drama? Fuck yes, he’ll fucking take that deal. But, he had to remain professional. Suppressing his delight, he cleared his throat and said, “Alright,” as monotonously as he possibly could.

The two men held their hands out and shook on the deal. They remained seated as Seonghwa had a couple more questions for the lawyer.

“When do you need this done by?”

“About two weeks from today?” Hongjoong thought aloud.

“Why so late?”

“There are preparations I need to make, Mr. Park. He is, after all, the other managing partner of this firm.”

“I see,” Seonghwa acknowledged, not really giving a shit about the world of corporate law. “You just give me the green light. I’ll keep an eye on his activity for now.”

Seonghwa stood up, then Hongjoong. The shook hands one more time before Seonghwa started for the office door.

“Oh, by the way,” Hongjoong’s voice stopped him. “Where is Y/N right now?”

Seonghwa got back from the law firm around noon, and his place was seemingly empty. He immediately walked towards his bedroom to see you sleeping in his bed— the events of the night prior completely wiped you out, and he didn’t blame you because he would’ve probably reacted the same way had he been in your shoes.

He approached the bed and sat next to you, his curious eyes observing every little thing about you. He saw that your eyes were swollen (thanks to him making you cry out of pleasure and fear all night long), that your cheeks were rosy, and that even while sleeping deeply, you still looked like a fucking angel to him. With the straightest face— not that you could see his expression even if he made one— he brushed your hair lightly away from your face and left a light kiss on your temple, the same temple that he pressed the barrel of his gun against. With that, he got up and left his room to go make dinner.

You, meanwhile, pretended to be asleep the second you heard the front door open and shut. Your face immediately went ablaze as soon as Seonghwa left the room. On one had, you wanted to fear the man because, well, fuck. He tried to fucking kill you. He was going to had Hongjoong not called and saved your ass. On the other hand, you were insanely attracted to him and his delicate touch. You wanted him to take you in his arms and make sweet passionate love that left you completely annihilated over and over again. Then again, they do say that scared is the best way to be horny. Maybe the thought of you dying in the hands of this man made you even more attracted to him— what the fuck were you thinking about? God, what was this man doing to your sanity?

You quickly shook your head and tried to get rid of all the weird thoughts before mustering up whatever strength you had in your wrecked body to get out of his bed. With the duvet wrapped around you, you shuffled into the kitchen, the smell of good food immediately hitting your nose.

Seonghwa, who heard the rustling of the duvet when you stepped, turned and said to you, “Oh, good, you’re awake.”

You offered him half a nod, to which he responded, “Sit. I’ll get you a plate when it’s done.”

Doing as he said, you sat at the dining table and waited in your duvet cocoon. You watched Seonghwa skillfully work his way around the kitchen for a solid minute or so before asking the question that had been burning in your mind ever since the previous night, “If Hongjoong didn’t call, were you really going to kill me?”

Immediately, the man froze. He turned the stove off and stopped cooking entirely to face you and answer you honestly.

“Yes.”

“Did you want to kill me?”

“No! Not at all,” Seonghwa replied without missing a beat.

“So it really was about the job for you,” you said softly.

“That’s right. Honestly, Y/N, you have to believe me when I say this, but if I didn’t have any feelings for you, then I wouldn’t have even slept with you in the first place.”

You nodded and let the information sink in. The realization that you were seconds from death had your lawyer friend not called in time still sent you spiraling. A tear slipped out of your eye as your brain went wild overanalyzing everything, scaring Seonghwa in the process. He rushed to your side and knelt by you while saying sincerely, “W-why are you crying? Oh my God, I’m sorry! I mean it when I say I didn’t want to kill you! I—”

“No, it’s not that,” you explained. “I’m just relieved that… That Hongjoong called in time. He told me he knew that Mingi hired someone to kill me, but I didn’t realize that it was going to be you.”

Guilt crossed Seonghwa’s face briefly before you continued, “Joong and I were working together to expose Mingi for his crimes because we wanted to take him down without hurting Joong’s firm. I was doing a lot of the heavy work because if Joong was seen doing it, then it would’ve made everything go to shit because Mingi would’ve just called a meeting with… That’s not the point. The point is that Mingi hired you to kill me, and we never thought he would stoop so low.”

“So…” Seonghwa asked slowly, “You’re not upset?”

“What the fuck? Of course I’m upset! I’m just not upset with you… You were doing your job, so how could I be mad about that?”

That’s right, he was just doing his job. Seonghwa pressed his lips together and nodded briefly before going back to finish making dinner. You continued to ask him questions as he continued cooking.

“So, what are you going to do with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to stay in hiding until he’s dead, so will you help me sneak out of your place and back into mine—”

“No,” he interrupted. “You’re staying right here. It’s too dangerous to go out. Don’t even think about it.”

“So I’m your hostage,” you said with confidence.

“What?! No—”

“Relax!” you laughed at the poor man when you saw the frightened look on his face. “I’m just messing with you. I’ll stay here as long as you promise not to hurt or kill me. But, I need a couple of things if I’m going to live here for a bit.”

After you told him exactly what you wanted and needed from him, Seonghwa made all the arrangements. He brought you your clothes, your toiletries, and whatever else you asked him to grab for you from your apartment. So, you slept comfortably in his bed that night in a fresh pair of panties and a thin shirt since it was so goddamn hot outside and in his place.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, decided to sleep on the couch. He wanted to give you space because you were definitely still sore about the fact that he, well, nearly killed you.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. He kept seeing the look of completely and utter fear as he held the gun at your head, and the guilt just piled on. You weren’t dead, and he didn’t kill you, but the fact that he was going to still haunted him. At some point, with the way his brain was processing all of the information, he wondered if he felt guilty that he didn’t finish the job because he always finished the job. He didn’t know what it was that was making him feel so guilty.

With a sigh, Seonghwa rolled off the couch and made his way quietly into his room. He saw you lying in bed with the duvet barely covering any part of your body, and you were completely knocked out. He couldn’t help but eye you up and down as you slept— you were so beautiful, so sexy on a normal basis, but you were still so incredibly attractive while asleep? He couldn’t believe it.

Stretching in your sleep, you turned in the bed, the duvet completely slipping off you to reveal your barely clothed figure. Your thin shirt was riding up, and your nipples were poking through the white fabric, and Seonghwa got the most perfect shot of you, the sleeping beauty. It was such a perfect shot, in fact, that all the blood rushed right down to his cock.

Quickly, Seonghwa rushed to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, pulled his dick out and held the end of his shirt in mouth as he began to lightly stroke himself. He was so embarrassed in that moment, that seeing you sleeping like that was enough to drive him crazy. The way you looked the night he fucked you kept flashing in his mind, and his strokes rapidly sped up. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, the look of fear in your eyes flashing in his mind, and that was it. With a muffled groan, Seonghwa came into his hand, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his entire body shaking as his orgasm completely overtook him.

It took a minute or so for him to cool down, and the second the tiniest bit of his sanity returned, he saw that he creamed all over his hand, and it was a lot. Seonghwa sighed deeply at the sight, his entire body slumping in disappointment.

“Fuck.”

Seonghwa, true to his word, spent the day observing Mingi to figure out his daily routine— things that Seonghwa had to do in order to quietly and successfully kill his target. So, by the time he got home that day, it was almost ten at night. And, he returned to see you sitting in the kitchen with your legs crossed and your arms crossed over your chest.

Upon seeing you, Seonghwa got completely confused. You were wearing one of your work pantsuits, leaving him to wonder if he even brought one of those back for you when he went to pick up your belongings. That, and your eyebrows knitted together with the intensity in your body language sent shivers down his spine. For a brief moment, Seonghwa actually wondered if you were going to kill him.

“Is… Is everything okay?” Seonghwa asked slowly.

“I take it back. I am mad at you,” you bit out.

“Huh? For what? Why?”

“Seonghwa,” you said coldly, sending shivers down the man’s spine. “You were planning on killing me, so you used sex as the lure to get me alone. That’s fucked up.”

“No, wait, hold on,” Seonghwa spluttered. “I said I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t have feelings for you—”

“That doesn’t matter. You were going to kill me, so why did you think it was right of you to fuck me? What, was it like some sort of final meal or something? One last good fuck before it was bye-bye?”

“Y/N, that’s not it at all.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

Seonghwa was rendered mute. He didn’t know how to respond— his feelings for you were too complicated to explain, and he was scared of setting you off by saying the wrong thing, so he thought silence was the best option.

“Are you interested in me, Seonghwa?” you tilted your head and asked him, your legs still crossed and your arms still crossed over your chest.

“I am attracted to you… And there are feelings there…” was the best way he could explain himself.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you are attracted to me and that you have feelings for me. Because right now, I’m having a hard time believing that you didn’t intend to use sex as a weapon.”

With a soft sigh, Seonghwa locked eyes with you and asked, “How do I prove something like that?”

You smirked. You were hoping he’d ask that. You bit your lower lip and scanned him head to toe before responding, “Let me have my way with you. I think an even exchange of fear is only fair. If you let me treat you the same way you treated me, then I’ll believe you.”

Seonghwa barely agreed before you immediately whisked him away, and next thing he knew, he was tied down to his own bed with rope— where the hell did you get rope from?— wearing absolutely nothing. Not going to lie, he’s very confused, but he’s also a little embarrassed because he is completely naked and splayed out like a starfish.

“Alright, let me lay down a couple of ground rules,” you told the man after finishing up with the knot on the last rope and dusting your hands. “One: I will not physically hurt you in any way, like I won’t make you bleed, and the only bruises you’ll get are hickeys, so you better endure everything. Two: you need to take everything like a good boy— no complaining. Three: keep your eyes on me at all times. Four: you better beg and plead and cry and scream my name. Got it?”

The ground rules alone were enough for Seonghwa to regret many, many things in life. But, he had to listen to you in order to keep his money, job, and life; and if he didn’t, then you, Hongjoong, and Mingi would ruin him. Biting his lip, he looked at you and nodded in response.

“Good boy.”

That praise should not have been enough to fully erect his penis, but within seconds, it was firm and standing tall.

“Wow,” you commented as you watched his cock throb and twitch. “You like being called “good boy,” huh?”

Seonghwa’s face was completely red— not only was he turned on to the max, but he was also embarrassed as hell. He looked away from you, unable to maintain any sort of eye contact with you at that moment.

“Hey,” you grabbed Seonghwa’s face by his cheeks with one hand and turned his head to face you. “What did I say? Keep your eyes on me at all times, got it?”

Seonghwa nodded and kept his eyes on you as you stepped away from the bed.

What you wanted, what you really wanted more than scaring him and denying his orgasm, was to milk him dry. You wanted him to just keep cumming and let the pleasure drive him insane. Rather than make him fear, you wanted to drive him insane the same way overthinking him fucking you then nearly killing you drove you insane.

Making sure you were within his line of sight, you began to strip. You, still in your pantsuit, took the jacket off first and tossed it aside. Your pants were the next to go, leaving your button-up now untucked and covering a good portion of your waist and ass, hiding your panties.

You could see Seonghwa gulp— he was salivating like a fucking dog at the sight of you stripping, and you loved it. So, excruciatingly slowly, you unbuttoned the shirt one by one, revealing the prettiest grey, lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. You watched with an amused smile as he gulped again when you tossed your shirt aside.

“Do you have something you would like to say, Seonghwa?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seonghwa groaned out. “You look so fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy, so fucking hot— fuck, Y/N! You’re driving me insane.”

You smiled. Good.

The second you climbed onto the bed, you straddled him, your ass facing his face. When you bent down, Seonghwa got a lovely view of your ass, and he wanted so badly to hook his finger in your G-string and snap it back onto your skin, but alas, he was still tied up. A soft little whine escaped his lips.

You, on the other hand, had your hands full with his cock leaking precum like anything. You ran your finger along the length in attempt to clean up all the precum that had trickled down, sending the man below you into a trembling fit.

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you heard Seonghwa hiss the longer you teased him.

It definitely did not help him when you decided to move backwards, your ass wiggling as you moved. He was losing his goddamn mind by that point and pushed the back of his head as far as he could into the pillow when your nail scratched teasingly at his head, a long sigh leaving his chest.

“Alright, Seonghwa,” you instructed softly. “I want you to eat me out, okay?”

With one hand, you slipped the panties off, your hand still clenching Seonghwa’s dick firmly. And slowly, you lowered your ass, your pussy nearing his face. The second your wet cunt got low enough, you felt his eager tongue ready to wreck havoc. You completely shivered when you felt him suck intensely on your clit, the sound of his slurps echoing in the room.

As Seonghwa went to town on your cunt, you began pumping his cock. Lowering yourself, you took the tip in and out of your mouth, teasing the shit out of him. You could hear him let out little grunts in between his slurps, and when you squeezed his cock with the tiniest bit of force, a noise of surprise accompanied his entire body jolting. His moans continued to sound in the room, and based off the way his dick was reacting, you knew he was close. You moved away from his face and pumped him a couple more times before Seonghwa let out the loudest groan and came.

But that was only his first orgasm of the night.

Just as his dick was about to go limp again, you cooed and pet his thigh while saying, “Good boy.”

Seonghwa shivered, and immediately, his cock became rock hard once again. You held back a laugh as you watched his reaction to your tiniest bit of praise— here was the man making you scream and cry and fear for his life getting completely hard all because you called him a good fucking boy. With a smirk, you shifted on the bed towards his face and said jokingly, “I feel like you’re gonna cum if I just keep calling you a good boy.”

Eyes fluttering, Seonghwa bit his lower lip, sending blood rushing through your body. He was so fucking hot when he smirked or bit his lower lip— heck, his lips themselves were so beautiful and plump that anything his lips did would turn you on.

You straddled him once again, this time facing him. You wiped your slick off his mouth and asked him gently, “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Good boy.”

Fuck. Seonghwa’s body trembled yet again, and this time, it looked like his cock was just ready to burst. He had to break one of your rules and squeeze his eyes shut to keep it together, so he didn’t realize that you were going to kiss him until he felt your lips overtake his. God, he forgot what an amazing kisser you were and got drawn into you completely. Your kisses were very intense, but they were nonintrusive, which made the man really want to use his hands so he could hold you close and push his tongue forcefully into your mouth and nearly down your throat, but he couldn’t do that. At least you were doing what he liked most and sucked hard on his lower lip until stars filled his vision, and the stars only accumulated when he felt you rub your cunt against his erect dick.

“Ngh, angel, I’m cumming!” he moaned against your lips.

And within seconds of saying that, you felt his cock shudder and twitch as hot, white cum decorated your back and ass. Seonghwa panted heavily and his face was flushed when you leaned back. His hair was wet and matted to his forehead, and he looked so out of sorts that it really turned you on— that, and the fact that he called you angel again.

“Hwa?” you hummed.

“Yes?” Seonghwa responded, his eyes shut tightly still as he recovered from his high.

“Keep calling me angel.”

Seonghwa opened his eyes then to see that your face was right in front of his. After kissing your nose and giving you a light smile, he responded, “As you wish, angel.”

You couldn’t help but shiver as the sound of his voice calling you angel sent tingles through your body. “Good boy,” you intentionally said in response knowing that it would just turn him on all over again.

Now Seonghwa shivered. He so badly wanted to move his hands so he could hold you, but you still had him tied to the bed. With a little whine, Seonghwa begged, “Angel, please, I wanna touch you. Please untie me. Please.”

“No,” you answered curtly. “What did I tell you? Endure everything and no complaining. You need to repent for how you treated me.”

Immediately, Seonghwa lowered his gaze, guilt washing over him once more. He only felt that guilt for about half a second until you ran your hands down his chest, your fingers going over his nipples lightly. Seonghwa’s entire body jerked as he cried, “No, wait, Y/N, I— Oh! My— Fuck!”

He absolutely lost his mind when you sucked on one of his nipples and played with the other, your fingers flicking and lightly pressing it. All sorts of whines and cries left he depths of his soul the more you teased and sucked his nipples.

“Angh— Ang-el,” Seonghwa hiccuped. “I’m so close… Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please help… Help me cum please, please, please!”

“Mmm, what would you like me to do?” you mumbled, your lips still planted to his chest.

“R-rub—” he cut himself and inhaled sharply, the stars starting to fill his vision again. “Rub against me…”

And you did as he requested. You pushed your ass towards his cock and moved your ass up and down, completely rubbing your cunt against him again. It was déjà vu, honestly. You rubbed, he threw his head back, he groaned loudly, and his hot cum landed on your ass and back again. He was breathless again, and he looked horny and dazed again.

“Y/N…Angel…” Seonghwa panted.

“Yes?”

“Let me fuck you.”

“Hmm?”

“I wanna fill you up with my cock, please. I can’t wait any longer. Please, angel, please. I want you so fucking bad,” he begged, his mouth slightly salivating at the thought of fucking you.

“Aw, my good boy is begging like I told him to. Okay, I’ll let you put it in,” you finally conceded.

You grinned at the sight of Seonghwa getting hard again because you called him a good boy again. Climbing off the bed, you looked around his bedroom before asking, “Where are the condoms?”

“They should be in the first drawer in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” you nodded and went hunting for the condoms.

While you were gone, Seonghwa did his best to attempt to get out of the restraints, but you tied them up way too well. Nevertheless, he persisted right up until you emerged from the bathroom carrying the whole box. You peered inside and counted the number of condoms left.

“There aren’t that many left in here…” You approached him and leaned your face into his, your breath ticking his skin as you whispered, “So let’s finish all of them, okay?”

Seonghwa gulped nervously. He knew that there were only seven condoms left in the box— don’t ask him how he knows—  but seven condoms meant that he was going to be milked dry, just as you secretly wanted.

Rolling the first one on him, you got on the bed and trapped him between your knees, your ass facing the man. His eyes nearly burned a hole through your ass as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. It only got more beautiful when you rubbed the tip of his penis against your folds before sitting down slowly. He got excited thinking he was going to get a glorious sight of your pussy swallowing his hard, thick cock, but instead, you only lowered yourself so much. You only allowed the tip to move in and out, teasing the shit out of him. Your ass jiggled with every move, and Seonghwa found it so hot to the point where he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Angel! Oh, God! I’m—”

The next thing both of you knew, the condom filled up. You turned and check, and sure enough, Seonghwa had cum, and it was a lot.

“Already?”

“Y-yeah,” Seonghwa whimpered.

“Aw, we just put that one on… But, that’s okay. Let’s replace it.”

By the second condom, you were done teasing him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You faced away from him again and sat down on his cock completely, a long, blissful exhale leaving Seonghwa’s soul. He only derived more pleasure when you clenched— you were not expecting his cock to go so deep into you that your pussy was bracing itself.

“Fucking— Y/N, you got so tight, fuck!”

You didn’t even bother responding; you were too busy trying to keep it together because goddamn, Seonghwa felt so good to the point where you were trembling. You were having such a hard time getting yourself to move, but you somehow mustered the strength to move. Seonghwa, seeing you struggle, decided to help you by thrusting upwards sharply, harshly.

“Oh! Oh Fuck!” you cried.

Seonghwa kept thrusting his hips up, barely giving you time to recover. You ended up clenching so hard that his vision went white and he unintentionally came. You felt him fill up the condom inside you, earning him a giggle from you.

“Did my good boy cum again?” you cooed knowing that your words would turn him on.

Within seconds, he got hard inside you again, and his face turned red in embarrassment. You climbed off him and turned to face him, your knees still on either side of him. You leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, a smile blossoming on your face as you saw him all hot and bothered.

“You seriously love being called a good boy, huh?”

“I… I dunno,” Seonghwa slurred while panting.

“Maybe it’s because you spend so much of your time being a bad boy acting all cocky with that devilish smirk of yours.”

You patted Seonghwa’s cheek before moving to replace his full condom. While doing so, you looked at him and said with a soft voice, “You’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you?”

“Very bad. Very, very bad,” Seonghwa was quick to agree.

“We need to punish bad boys, right?”

Tears in his eyes, the tied up man nodded and whined, “Punish me, angel. Punish this bad boy.”

An angelic smile appeared on your face as if you weren’t enough of an angel already, sending Seonghwa spiraling. You sent his heart racing, and he needed you to stop because, oh God, he was fucking obsessed. The obsession only intensified when you straddled him and faced him this time. You brushed your hair away from your face, and just seeing the curve of your body while your hair swayed made him want to cum again.

“You want to be a good boy, right?”

Seonghwa nodded fervidly, his hips twitching, his cock throbbing. You moved so that your breasts were right above him and lowered yourself enough for one of your nipples to reach his mouth.

“Suck my tits.”

Salivating, Seonghwa responded with a tiny nod before licking your breast then taking your nipple into his mouth. You bit your lower lip and tilted your head back as Seonghwa sucked like a baby, like the good boy he wants to be, like the good boy he is. He switched breasts after what felt like eons but was probably only a matter of mere seconds, and it was when he nibbled on your nipple that you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your breast left his mouth with a tiny pop. You reached behind you for his cock and positioned him. His cock slid into you, and you rode him, your hands pressing gently on his chest as you did so.

Seonghwa’s wrists were incredibly strained. He wanted so badly to hold your waist and move you and slam into you roughly, but you still did not want to untie the rope. You moved at a steady pace, and you rose and lowered your body, searching for the right position. You felt his cock push past your g-spot, your arms faltering and nearly dropping you onto Seonghwa’s torso. Muffled moans and cries echoed in the room as you fucked him in that position a couple more times before you came. You pushed down, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as you same, the sensations of you clenching and unclenching at random paces sending Seonghwa over the edge.

“Hnng, Fuck! Oh, angel! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His head flailed left and right and his hips bucked upwards as he tried his damn best to hold out on this orgasm— cumming so many times back to back made him a little light-headed, and there was no way he was going to pass out before fucking you the way he wanted to.

And yet, when you pushed his hair away from his forehead and eyes, kissed him, then slipped your tongue into his mouth, he folded. He came so fast and so hard, his loud groan shaking you to the very core.

“Y/N! Oh, God, please!” Seonghwa whined after collecting his sanity. “I can’t take it anymore— Please just let me fuck you already!”

Luckily for him, you were losing it. You desperately wanted him to fuck you senseless. So, wordlessly, you untied his legs then his arms. Seonghwa immediately sat up and held you in a tight embrace, his lips pressing so fucking hard against yours, making you feel like he was eating you alive. His fingers ran through your hair, and his hands gripped your flesh the more he kissed you.

“Oh my fucking God,” he hissed in between kisses. “Angel, I—”

Seonghwa’s breathing hitched when he felt you slip the filled condom off and stroke his slowly hardening cock.

“There are three more condoms left, Seonghwa,” you whispered sensually. “Come on. Fuck me hard. Fuck me to hell, you devil.”

Seonghwa shivered. His brain immediately flashed to the way you looked when he was literally about to kill you, and he so badly wanted to make you look like that again but want and desire in your eyes instead of fear.

“Okay, angel. I will.”

Before you could blink, Seonghwa had you kneeling on the bed, and with a fresh condom on, he entered, his waist immediately hitting your ass. He fucked you so hard that your entire body shifted on the bed with every thrust, and if that wasn’t enough, he slapped your ass sporadically, each slap making your ass redder. Tears streamed down your face as you cried in pleasure, the pain feeling more like pure bliss.

“You like that, angel, don’t you? You like the pain, don’t you?” Seonghwa growled.

“Ye-es! More!” you cried. “Abuse me like the devil you are!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll fuck you to the gates of hell, angel.”

Clenching your ass tightly, Seonghwa moved quickly. He rammed into you so hard that you felt his cock hit your cervix again, and pleasure completely washed over your body. Your thighs trembled and your moans got higher in pitch— you wanted to squirt so badly, but Seonghwa’s cock was blocking your release. He pressed his waist into your ass for a hot second before pulling out quickly, allowing you to squirt all over the bed. You trembled and cried loudly as you came, and your cries died into whimpers once your pussy stopped convulsing.

Watching you cum so hard made Seonghwa desperately want to cum, too. He re-entered and fucked you quickly and silly. He clenched your waist and pulled you as close to him as possible as he let out a loud groan and came, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and another orgasm overcoming you in the process.

After fully finished inside you in the condom, he pulled out, and you squirted yet again. Your upper body collapsed onto the bed trying desperately to give you more support during this second high. You whimpered and sighed when you felt yourself finish before rolling onto your back and panting, your teary eyes trying to focus on the ceiling as you did your best to calm down.

Seeing you all fucked out turned Seonghwa on more than you calling him a good boy— this was the look he wanted, and he fucking got it, but now, he wanted to keep that look on your face as he fucked you from above. He wanted to feel you scratch his back and arms and watch you writhe beneath him with tears continuing to run down your face. Grabbing you by your neck, he guided you until you were sitting up, then kissed you roughly. You held onto his shoulders and let yourself get swept away by his plush lips overtaking you.

“Don’t forget, angel,” Seonghwa said against your lips with a slight smirk. “We still have two condoms left.”

Seonghwa woke up first the next morning, and he woke up to a couple of things: one, he woke up to see that he had laid out new bedsheets; two, he woke up to see you in front of him. He was hugging you from behind, your bare back pressing against his bare chest. With a giddy smile on his face, he buried his face in the nook of your neck.

You, meanwhile, woke up when he started leaving light kisses on your neck, his fingers running along your stomach lightly and tickling you. “Mmm, tickles baby,” you mumbled, your voice still a little scratchy from screaming his name all night.

The man froze. Did… Did you just call him baby?

“Y/N…”

You turned in his arms and blinked the sleep out of your eyes to see his perfectly sculpted face in front of yours. You caressed his face as you whispered, “Good morning, handsome.”

“No, don’t call me handsome.”

“W-what?”

Taken aback, you fully woke up. You were confused— here the man was hugging and squeezing you to him, but he didn’t want you to call him handsome?

“You called me baby just now,” he said.

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. Do it again.”

“What?” you were extremely confused— what was he going on about?

“Call me baby.”

Stifling a laugh, you brushed his hair away from his face and held the back of his neck before saying, “Good morning, baby.”

“Mmm, that’s the stuff!”

Happily, he rubbed his nose into your neck, his hair and nose tickling you. You laughed out loud and pet the back of his head the more he buried his face into you, making Seonghwa’s heart flutter like crazy. He was obsessed with your laugh, your fucking angelic laugh. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he could admit to himself that yes, he was falling for you, and he was falling hard.

Holding you close, he peppered kisses along your jaw, neck, collarbones, and he was about to bury his face in your bosom when his phone rang.

“Dammit,” Seonghwa grumbled with a heavy sigh.

Ignoring the call, he pushed his face into your breasts anyway.

“Baby,” you said softly. “You should answer that…”

“Ugh, fine, only because you called me baby,” Seonghwa reluctantly let go of you.

You got a nice view of Seonghwa’s naked body when he climbed out of bed and answered his phone. You chewed on your lower lip as you observed his ass— his beautiful, round ass. You wanted to bite it, and you were going to get out of bed and do so until you heard Seonghwa answer the call.

“Mr. Kim?”

You could hear the Hongjoong on the other end. You could hear him, but barely.

“Today. Do it today.”

“Where should I go?”

“He’s going to go deep into the archives to bury evidence today, so go there. There are no cameras there, and a secret door to let you out of the building. You won’t get caught, I promise.”

“Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to shoot him…”

“I want you to fucking blow his brains up.”

“…Alright, but if I get caught, you better be my lawyer.”

“Okay, deal.”

With a light sigh, Seonghwa hung up and placed his phone screen down. To be completely honest, all he wanted to do that day was stay in and fuck you even more. But, he had a job to do.

“Was that Hongjoong?”

“Yeah. I have to do the job today.”

“Can I come with?” you asked eagerly as you sat up, the duvet tucked neatly under your arms.

“I don’t know—”

“No, let me tag along, please. I want him to know I’m still alive before you kill him. I wanna scare the shit outta him.”

Seonghwa worked it out in his head— Mingi was the person who originally hired him to kill you, and since he was about to kill Mingi, he didn’t see why not. He responded to you with a tiny nod, a grin spreading across your face.

“Also,” you stopped him before he could walk away and get ready. “Do we have time for a quickie before we go, baby?”

You were pushing all of the right buttons for the man and making him fall for you even more. God, you were seriously perfect for him.

“Oh my fucking God, I wish we did. You have no fucking idea how bad I wish we had time, angel, but we gotta go.”

Seonghwa had to bit his tongue and hold himself back when he saw the slight look of disappointment appear on your face. With an understanding nod, you got out of bed completely naked. You searched for your clothes, Seonghwa checking out your ass this time as you bent over. God fucking dammit, he wanted you oh so fucking badly. But, no. Work first, pleasure later.

You looked at the man with disgust as you watched him physically burying evidence. You didn’t know how on Earth Mingi could do such a thing with a clear conscious, especially after knowing he was working on a merger acquisition case that saved a small business from falling apart. You always knew that lawyers were two-faced pricks, but Mingi was the worst one of them.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and up to the man, who was hunched over a couple of boxes. He took a look at your shoes and looked up, all of the color draining from his face.

“W-w-what? Y/N… You…”

“Hello, Mingi.”

“You— You’re not dead?!”

“No.”

Mingi stood up suddenly, the color returning to his face, that color being red. “So that fucking asshole lied to me?!”

He lunged for you and nearly grabbed you, but you took a large step backwards, and Seonghwa kicked his knee in from behind, causing him to fall on and crush the boxes he was fiddling with. Seonghwa stepped on Mingi and put a lot of his weight on the flailing man, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe normally.

“I lied, yes,” Seonghwa admitted. “And it’s not like you’re going to be able to do anything about it because you’re my next target, Mr. Song Mingi.”

Seonghwa cocked his gun and pointed it right in between Mingi’s eyebrows.

“Wait, stop! Wait! Don’t—”