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puppykyeomie · 2 years

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9:04 p.m. | l. sm | svt

content: fem!reader, dom!idol, shower sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, mentions of brat taming and orgasm denial, copious amounts of praise, fluff, husband!seok, 1.9k ish

“You look so pretty,” Seokmin coos, dragging his nose over your cheek to press a sweet peck to your lips. He’s smiling into it, and he pushes your soapy hair behind your ears.

“Shh,” you giggle softly, running your palms down to his chest. “Less talking, more helping me get the soap out.”

“So bossy,” he huffs playfully, spinning you to be under the water. He shields your eyes with one hand as he works the shampoo out, and he can’t help the way he slides his hand lower to squeeze your hip.

“Seok!” You breathe out, pushing half-heartedly at your hand, and he beams at you.

“What, you expect me to see you all wet for me and not want to have you?” He scoffs, and you can feel your face burn from his shamelessness, but you don’t stop him as he tugs you closer to him, letting you feel his hardening erection, as he dips down and kisses you so deeply you feel lightheaded.

“That’s my girl,” he coos sweetly as you slide your hands down his abs, smiling as they tense and the sharp breath he lets out as you wrap one hand around him. “So good for me.”

“Am I?” You ask breathlessly, chasing his lips.

He pulls back and winks at you. “Of course you are. You stopped misbehaving when you realized I won’t give you what you want, didn’t you?”

You had. When you and Seokmin had first started dating and sleeping together, you’d been bratty and tried to learn how to push his buttons, entranced by the agitated clench of his jaw and the dark shine to his eyes when he put you in your place.

He’d been so condescending, telling you only good girls got to cum, feigning disappointment in you as he forced you to have ruined orgasms - if you got one at all; forced you to watch him in ecstasy as he got himself off and played up his loud moans - of your name and swears - to make you squirm.

He knew exactly how to break and train you. The second you’d behaved, you were showered in kisses and orgasms and praise, treated as rough or as gentle as you wanted, fucked until you couldn’t think about anything but the delicious drag of his cock as he brushed your g-spot and circled your clit just how you liked.

Seokmin was good with his hands, his tongue, anything and everything he could use on you, and you’d quickly learned to behave: eager to sink to your knees or spread your legs for him, pleading softly and sweetly for him to treat you right. He never refused unless you misbehaved, and you never did anymore, desperate for anything he’d give you: and he’d never give you what you wanted if you were bad.

“I did,” you respond finally, and he rewards you with kisses down your jaw and neck, scrapes of his teeth that he soothes with his tongue as he claims you as his - even though the wedding ring that glints on your hand already does that.

“Mm, that’s right,” his voice has dropped down to the huskiness and deepness you only ever hear when he’s desperate to have you against or on him for hours. “I should reward you for being good. My gorgeous wife,” he breathes out, letting his hand slide from your hip to slowly circle your clit. “Doing anything I ask, hm?”

“Yes, anything, Seok, please, fuck,” your voice is already breathy and whimpered as he slips one finger into you, letting his calluses brush against sensitive spots. It makes your legs weak, but he holds you firm to him and you melt into him, leaving small marks across his collarbones and chest.

“How many can you give me today?” He asks sweetly, like he hasn’t slid in a second finger and like he’s not scissoring you open with a teasing smile as you struggle to meet his gaze, eyes already half-lidded, like you’re not struggling to process his words because all you can think of is how empty you are.

“However many you want, baby, please,” you know he’ll stop when you say, but the way his eyes light up has you clenching around his fingers, and he smirks, pulling his fingers out to lick your wetness off.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, sinking to his knees. “Ride my face for me, sweetheart,” he orders, and you nod, shakily shifting your weight and sinking down onto him as he tugs you closer. His nose brushes you just right, and the first press of his tongue inside you has you crying out.

“God, Seok!” You gasp, and he hums, the vibrations delicious and mind-numbing as he only presses closer to you. The water is cold on your back, and it only adds to the sensation - so different from the heat of his big hands tugging you down onto him with more force, the molten desire coursing through you that has you shaking and already close to tipping over the edge.

“Cum for me,” he whispers before diving back in, and you nod, and it just takes his nose rubbing your clit just right for your knees to buckle as you fall apart.

He catches you, bracing you as he stands, and he kisses you - desperate and hard, and he tastes of your arousal. You can’t help but whimper at the taste and the force, sure to bruise your lips as he presses you closer to the wall.

His cock is hard and hot against your hip, and you arch into his touch, desperate to be full.

“Words, sweetheart,” he reminds you, kissing your cheek sweetly.

“Fuck me,” you whine, and it could sound like a demand, but it’s so needy and soft that it only makes him smile.

“Louder,” he beams at you, and your eyes fall to where he’s spreading his precum down his shaft, the way he twitches in his hand.

“Please, Seok, fuck me. Need it.” You beg softly, and his eyes crinkle into crescents.

“Good girl.” He teases you for a bit, tapping the head against your clit, and when you whine angrily, he only chuckles breathlessly and slides in one fluid motion. “So perfect for me. This pussy was just made for me, hm?”

You nod eagerly, clenching around him as he sets a slow but deep rhythm that has your mouth falling open as you pant softly and cling to his shoulders, desperate for something grounding and a sensation other than the drag of each vein of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“Only yours. Forever.” You remind him, and the kiss he grants you is soft and loving, a complete juxtaposition to how his thrusts speed up.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Agreed to be mine, forever and ever.”

“Because,” you gasp out, voice shaky. “I am. But you’re - you’re mine too. My Seok.”

“I am, I am,” he reassures you, thumb pressing down on and circling your clit. “All yours, princess.”

You whine at that, clenching around him, and he laughs.

“So cute,” he’s laughing at you, but you don’t have it in you to be jokingly mad. “Like when I’m yours? And when I’m possessive?”

You nod dumbly, letting your eyes slide shut after you catch the sight of his brow furrowing and his jaw clenching with his focus - not wanting to cum just yet.

“Well, I’m all yours. Can have me whenever you wanna be full. And any other time too. Gonna be by your side forever,” Seokmin hisses out as you clench around him. “And you’re mine. No one else allowed to see how well your pussy takes my cock. All mine.”

“‘M close,” you whine, and he breathes out a small chuckle, lowering his face to suck marks across your collarbones and breasts, and the scrape of his teeth close to your nipple has you falling apart.

“Okay?” He asks as you quiver in his arms, and you nod.

“Need you to fill me.”

“Fuck, so good for me. Gonna stuff you full of my cum,”

“Please,” you whine, the overstimulation the perfect mix of pain from oversensitivity and pleasure from his unrelenting ministrations to have you close to another orgasm.

“I will,” Seokmin promises, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer. You can’t tear your eyes from the desperation in his eyes, the puffiness of his kiss-bruised lips, or the tightness of his jaw as he tries to drag it out. “Make sure you’re never empty of me.”

That sends you over the edge, and he’s not far behind you, hips stuttering before he stops, filling you with ropes of hot cum. He rests his forehead on the wall, his ragged breaths brushing your shoulder as he recovers.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he laughs breathlessly, hissing softly as he pulls out and grabs a washcloth to wipe you clean.

“I should be the one saying that,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “Fine, we’re both lucky.”

He hums. “I’m fine with that.”

This time, his kiss is sweet and loving and meant to do nothing but make you feel wanted, and you can’t stop smiling as he shuts off the water and helps you towel dry.

He even ties the sash of your fluffy robe for you, peppers your face in kisses, and leaves small and apologetic pecks on the hickeys that peak out of the collar.

The two of you settle in a comfortable silence, doing skincare side by side in the opulent hotel mirror, and you can’t help your smile when the light glints off his wedding band and you realize that he truly is yours, forever and ever.

He keeps brushing his arm against yours, and you know it’s intentional from the playful smile he’s failing to hold back.

As soon as you finish with your moisturizer, you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his side, and he immediately reciprocates, putting down his serum without even putting the lid back on.

“You’re so clingy,” you tell him, and he pouts at you.

“Excuse me!” He huffs, feigning offense. “I didn’t know it was a crime to want my wife to hug me.”

“It’s not,” you beam at him, playing with the end of the ties to his robe. “I wanna hug you too. I like when you’re in my arms or I’m in yours.”

He kisses the crown of your head and hums happily, and uses one hand to finish his skincare, unable to detach from you.

The two of you stumble to the big hotel bed and the fluffy comforters, laughing at your clumsiness as you get comfy.

He settles easily, studying you with his pretty eyes, so dark and sparkly and fond. He traces words on your arm - the only ones you can pick out are ‘I love you’ and ‘Mrs. Lee’ and it has your heart clenching with fondness, so you wiggle closer until you’re entwined with him and it’s nearly impossible to tell where your limbs begin and his end.

“I love you,” you tell him, and he smiles softly, eyes already closed as he gets comfy.

“I love you too, my dear.”

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#ok look i screamed about this already but i’m doing it again #HUSBAND SEOK MY BELOVED #i’m gonna cry #me when me whEN ME WHEN !?!?#puppy boy #🔥#🌷

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puppykyeomie · 2 years

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cupid’s a+ .ᐟ ˙ ˖

⸺ in which, en lieu of your break up, you decide to get drunk and forget about jeonghan. it’s not like your life revolved around him, anyway—you were an adult with a whole life separate away from him. and with your friends varied amount of support, you go out… and get flat out wasted. so wasted, you kiss a random stranger in hopes that you could will the thought of your ex away by force. but when things clear up, and you enter your lecture hall one afternoon …who would have thought you’d be paired together with the same stranger for your final project? and even worse—on love?

or, yn’s slip up leads to a lot of stress, tears, and cupid’s a+ dangling in front of them.

pairings ➸ ex!jeonghan x reader, vernon x reader content ➸ social media au, non idol au, uni au, angst for the most part, eventual fluff, established relationships (exes), absolute strangers to friends to lovers warnings ➸ alcohol consumption, heartbreak, slow burn, hints of depression, hints of insecurity, backstabbing, secondhand embarrassment if you squint (lol) will be updating as story progresses !

START DATE — O92222 END DATE —

PROFILES #yjjmw ⟡ jeonghan’s house ⟡ pledis radio

BEFORE part one, part two, part three.

chapter i, stiff as cardboard

chapter ii, cheers to you

chapter iii, hangover relief and pancakes

chapter iv, shua wants a kiss kiss

chapter v, partnership gone wrong

chapter vi, the meet up : part one

chapter vii, …

#i’ve officially caught up and i am loving it so far #it’s sooooo good and i’m excited for the next part #🥀#📱#🌷#pretty boy #pretty prince

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puppykyeomie · 2 years

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Deadly Sins

pairing; xu minghao x afab reader

genre; smut, horror

warnings; knife play, demon!minghao, human!reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

w/c; 2k and some change

13 days of mars’oween master list - day 1

a/n; here we go, my dive into supernatural things. also don’t be upset with cliffhangers there may be several during the 13 days.

Minghao smirks as you lay on his bed, your hands sliding over the black silk as you watch him walk around the room nonchalantly. His eyes lustfully dart over any bare skin he can see as he laughs to himself at how eager you are for him. He can see the way your pupils are blown out, he can hear your breath quicken when he gets closer to the bed, he knows how much you want him.

“You are delicious.” You smile at his words, how they almost seem to echo off the walls as he turns his back to you. “You haven’t tasted me Minghao, how would you know?” He laughs again and you can feel his laugh radiate down your spine and through your legs. You know what he is, but that’s what makes this more exciting. You know you should be afraid of him, and maybe you are, but that’s what makes it more enticing.

“Darling, I don’t have to taste you yet to know how delicious you are. I mean it in a different way. You, everything about you down to your soul is delicious. You don’t know what that means as a human but for me…” You watch him take in a deep breath as he picks up a long silver dagger, running his slender finger along the sharp blade as the light dances off it. “Everything about you is addictive and just…simply delicious.”

Minghao moves towards the bed before laying the dagger at your feet. You sit up on your elbows, watching him undo his shirt tossing it to the side. He watches the way your teeth tug at your lips, the rosy red tint you have painted on them reminding him of blood. He can’t help but to smirk at your attention when your eyes travel over his tone chest and stomach before you stop at his pants along his fingers as he plays with his belt.

“They say demons are greedy creatures. Did you know that?” You meet his eyes and shake your head, making him smile at you as you watch him undo his belt out of the corner of your eye as he speaks. “We are. It’s true. We are lustful, prideful, I mean name a deadly sin and we have it…but so do you my little angel.”

You smile into a laugh as you watch him drop his belt off to the side before he undoes his jeans and pushes them down with his underwear making you stop laughing instantly. “See? There is lust.” Your eyes travel over his hard cock and your thighs rub together out of instinct making Minghao smirk at you. “Take off your dress for me?”

Nodding you lift at the end of the sundress pulling it up and over your head before dropping it on the bed where Minghao picks it up and brings it to his nose smelling it with a smile on his face. “Everything about you smells like sunshine. There are some humans that you can tell they have no happy thoughts in them but you my sweet little lover…” Minghao sniffs in again and lets it out slowly before dropping your dress to the floor looking at you. “You are sweet like flowers and sunshine.”

Minghao picks up his dagger and kneels on the bed as you watch him carefully. His eyes flicking to black once and back to test what you will do only to hear to gasp making him laugh. “Are you afraid of me?” When you shake your head no, he pushes you down on the mattress with his free hand, his fingers splayed over your chest before he begins to trace the lace pattern of your bra as he laughs. “A lie. Such a little sinner I have in my bed. I could just eat you up. It’s okay if you are afraid of me. I won’t hurt you, except in ways that will bring you pleasure.”

You gasp when he leans to bite at the plump flesh of your breast that spills slightly over your bra before kissing over his teeth marks. “Are you excited?” You nod and Minghao looks up at you meeting your eyes as he slots his leg between yours causing you to part your legs, your knees pulled up as you rest your feet on the bed. “Mm, are you dripping for me?” You nod again and he bites at his lip leaning back to reach between your legs. He presses his fingers to your panties, eliciting a moan from you as he feels the wet patch that had started to grow from the moment you laid on his bed.

“I bet you taste so sweet. Are you going to let me taste you?” You whine out a yes and a please and Minghao laughs again, moving back to his knees bringing the dagger with him. You can’t help but to shiver when he drags the sharp point over your arm but doesn’t push down. “What are you doing with that Minghao?” He smiles and raises a brow before pursing his lips. “I’m playing. Do you trust me?”

You know you shouldn’t, but you do. So you nod, causing him to groan as he moves the dagger over your breast and presses the tip of it against the cup of your bra where your nipple lays underneath. “So fragile and so beautiful. All mine?” You nod again and Minghao swears he gets harder than he was before at how compliant you are for him. “Good girl. Of course you are.”

A sudden gasp leaves your lips as Minghao moves the knife quickly and the strap of your bra is severed in two. You glance to your shoulder and back up at him as he grins at you and repeats the task on the other side. “Was this one of your favorites?” You shake your head though it is a lie and Minghao laughs. “I love when you lie to me. The air tastes differently. It’s almost…” You watch him lick his lips as he runs the knife between your breasts, not putting any pressure on your skin as he thinks.

“Spicy, like a pepper.” You moan softly when he presses his thigh against your clothed core and flexes. He uses his free hand to lift your bra in the middle of your breasts before cutting it with his dagger so that the useless fabric falls to either side of your body, leaving your chest bare for him now. “That’s better. Now I can see your pretty skin. I can play with you better.” You suck in a breath as he circles the tip of his dagger around your nipple light as a feather before pulling it away.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Minghao watches you shake your head no and he sighs softly as he runs his dagger down the length of your stomach before reaching your panties as he leans back slightly. “That is a shame, I will have to make sure you become prideful as well. Someone as beautiful as you should know just how they look and embrace that.” Your cheeks burn as he speaks but your eyes watch as he makes a cut in the band of your panties with his dagger before sitting it to the side and sliding down the bed.

“I hope these are also not your favorites?” You sigh but don’t answer as he simply smirks before tearing at the cut he had made, making you gasp when his warm breath fans over your wet folds for the first time. Minghao moves backwards, dragging the soiled and destroyed fabric from your body before lifting them and showing you what he has done. You start to speak but stop when you watch him toss your panties over his shoulder and feel the touch of cold metal against your thigh.

Minghao watches you swallow hard, a lump of air in your throat that you swallow down as he runs his dagger along your inner thigh towards the center of your legs. You bite down on your lip as he taps the flat side against your folds making you gasp to the cold and sense of danger before pulling the dagger up to show you where he had touched you with it. “You are so wet, angel.”

You see a slight sheen on the dagger from where it had been placed against your pussy before Minghao runs his tongue along the blade, licking it clean with a small groan before sitting the blade to the side as his eyes focus back on yours. “Spread your legs for me?” His voice becomes darker after tasting you, even just a drop. Minghao watches as your hands slide over your soft thighs as you part your legs for him, giving him plenty of space between.

“So eager to be ruined by me?” You take in a deep breath; your breasts rise and fall as your eyes follow the demon. He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls your body closer to him but his eyes stay on your face even as his lips press a gentle kiss to the top of your mound before doing the same to the folds covering your clit as he waits for you to speak. “Yes, please?” Minghao smirks and you watch his eyes flick to black briefly again before his tongue runs between your folds grazing your clit, a warm breath sending a chill through your body.

“Gladly, my little flower.” Minghao’s fingers part your folds with one hand so his mouth can have complete access to your throbbing, eager clit as his other moves to slide along your abdomen, fingers splayed to keep your hips from moving too much as you let out a slow lust filled moan. Your hand grips at the silk under you, unable to find much traction as you roll your hips towards the skillful mouth between your legs as the other hand slides into Minghao’s hair tugging gently.

Minghao groans against your pussy as his tongue circles your clit before he sucks your folds into his mouth greedily, his saliva running along his chin along with your juices as he drives you towards your orgasm quickly. With one jerk of his arm around your leg you are pulled closer to him again making you gasp into a loud moan when you feel his tongue press into your entrance as he feels you clench around the muscle as you cum with a breath of his name and a harsh tug to his hair.

As you start to calm down from your first orgasm, you hear Minghao laugh before feeling a bite to your inner thigh that makes you gasp into a moan as you loosen your grip in his hair letting him look up at you. “I may never let you leave. Keep a piece of this sunshine with me for the rest of time.” You laugh but as he moves up your body kissing your skin you feel the fire behind his kisses until he reaches your lips leaving you breathless as you taste yourself on his lips. “But sadly you will have to leave.”

You frown and lean back from him furrowing your brows as his hand runs along your leg pulling it up to his hip as his cock rests against your sensitive folds. “What if I want to stay with you forever?” Minghao raises a brow and laughs, shaking his head before tapping his nose against yours. “Mm don’t say things you don’t mean.” You sigh and run your fingers around the back of his neck into his hair pulling his lips back to yours in a soft kiss that makes him groan as he reaches between your bodies to line himself up with you to thrust into you slowly.

The stretch is slight but delicious as Minghao drinks you in with your kiss until you pull back with a soft moan before he speaks again. “For you to stay, angel, you'd have to give up something.” A smirk plays on his lips as he thrusts hard into you making you whine his name as his eyes flick to black and stay that way as his lips and tongue move along your neck tasting your skin when you whine that you would for him. “You would? Would you beg for it? Mm beg to stay angel. Beg…for me to take your soul?”

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puppykyeomie · 2 years

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pinky promise⎜kinktober

👻 Pairings: Vernon x Reader ft Jeonghan x Reader

👻 Genre: angst ⎜romance ⎜hurt/comfort⎜ paranormal ⎜

👻 Warnings: mentions of sex ⎜ vernon is a sad sack ⎜ cute jeonghan moments ⎜ not really kinky ⎜ just vernon slowly falling in love ⎜ forbidden romance ⎜ mentions of pregnancy ⎜mentions of unwanted pregnancy ⎜

👻 Word Count: 2.1k

👻 Summary: Vernon was always there. He always would be. Even if you didn't know it. He would always keep your promises.

👻 Author’s Note: this is not kinky or explicit what so ever...but it just kind of happened and i feel like it fits vernon's vibes well soooo... let me know if you want more things like this!

Do you remember the promises you made when you were a kid?

The promises that were clear to everyone but you that you’d never keep them?

The promises to always be friends forever?

The promise to never forget your childhood pet?

The promise to your first boyfriend that you’d always have each other.

Vernon keeps those promises.

He kept each of them in a small pouch, closely tucked on his chest, always monitoring for more to keep.

Every single person had a promise keeper. A guardian to be sure the balance of the world was kept. To ensure that every promise given to the universe was kept, or the consequences suffered.

Vernon was your keeper.

He held all your promises, his small bag slung over his chest, your promises both kept and broken sitting right above his heart.

He remembers each one you had made.

The first promise when you were three years old, your mother making you swear you won’t eat the cookie in front of you until she got back. You had sat on you chair with determination on your face, your hands squeezing together tightly in your lap as you stared down the cookie, your mother coming back to find the cookie whole, your small face red with effort of keeping the promise.

Vernon was five as he watched you, a small cheer when your mother finally let you eat the cookie, he could almost taste it as you grinned, melted chocolate chips smeared over your face.

You were fifteen when you broke your first promise. Vernon was seventeen, in his rebellious phase, tired of having to keep track of every promise you made.

You had a tendency to make a lot. You were a people pleaser.

He watched as you placed the ring back into your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriends, palm. The two of you weren’t right for each other, anyone could see that, but your boyfriend was devastated.

“What about your promise?” He had shouted at you, reaching for you hand to try and slip the promise ring back on your finger. You tugged your hand away from him quickly, letting out a long sigh, tucking your long hair behind your ear.

“Promises aren’t always meant to be kept.” You whispered, Vernon snorting a little at your comment, the irony smacking him in the face, your head swinging around in confusion at the sound, Vernon slapping his hand over his mouth in surprise.

Could you hear him?

Vernon shakes his head to rid himself of the thought, of course you couldn’t hear him, no one knew their promise keepers existed, they were like shadows, with you forever but never really noticed.

Vernon pitied the young man as you walked away from him, he sat on one of the steps outside the school looking down at the ring in sadness, to some people promises were everything, they were the difference between life and death.

A few years later you had reached your own rebellious phase, cutting your hair short, dying it the prettiest lilac purple Vernon has ever seen. You wore oversized jumpers and torn leggings, arguing with your mother each night as you guaranteed it wasn’t just a phase.

It was.

It always was.

You’d never been someone who stuck to something for long, something else always caught your interest.

Jeonghan had been one of your first serious relationships, you met him your first year of university, he was a few years older than you, a TA in your English literature class. He was handsome, kind, a little mischievous and more than anything he was experienced.

Vernon wasn’t sure why he was summoned to the room.

What promise would you make here? He couldn’t help sighing as he took the chair from the corner of the room, turning it to face the wall as your heavy pants filled the room.

“You’re so good for me, angel.” Jeonghan moaned in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your collarbones as his hips thrusted at a slow pace, the lewd sounds of skin hitting skin ringing in Vernon’s ears.

This was unbearable.

This was supposed to be private.

He groans, trying to ignore the hardening of his cock as you let out a strangled whine, begging Jeonghan to let you come.

“Promise me you’re mine.” Jeonghan says, and Vernon can’t help but notice the way you falter.

He can’t help but notice the way your breath catches in your throat, his head turning, looking over his shoulder till his gaze latches on your face, the concern obvious in your eyes.

“Don’t promise.” Vernon pleads to no one in particular. “Don’t do it.” He begs again but you can’t hear him.

“Jeonghan…” You plead, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Promise me.” Jeonghan repeats. “If you want to cum, promise me.” He adds, a cheeky grin spreading over his lips.

Vernon wants to puke.

Why did he have to be here?

Vernons head shoots around in shock as all noise in the room silences.

Vernon watches as you push Jeonghan away from you.

Vernon watches as Jeonghan asks what’s wrong.

Vernon watches as you glance at the corner of the room, where he sits, almost as if you can see him. He watches as you reach to the floor pulling a t-shirt over your head and leave without another word to the room.

He can’t help but feel pride, like maybe you were finally learning, growing from your past broken promises.

Vernon flips the middle finger up at your boyfriend, smiling as Jeonghan flops on the bed in defeat. He follows you out of the room, sitting on the edge of the balcony as you suck in the fresh air, looking down at the quiet city below.

You hair was still cropped short, sitting just above your shoulders, a more natural deep brown colour, the locks knotted with sex. You run your finger through your hair, as best as you can anyway, letting out a quiet sigh as it gets stuck in one of the knots.

“Baby?” Jeonghan’s voice calls from inside, now wearing a hoodie and a pair of boxers, a jacket in hand for you.

Jeonghan wasn’t a bad guy.

He just couldn’t treat you the way Vernon knows you deserve.

“Sorry, I just got a bit overwhelmed.” You apologise, Jeonghan waving away your apology, quickly making his way out onto the balcony, slinging the jacket over your shoulders helping keep away some of the cold.

“You don’t have to apologise.” Jeonghan reassures, rubbing soft circles on your back. He presses a kiss into your hair, trying to guide you back inside, but you refuse, asking for a few more moments in the fresh air. “Okay, well come to bed soon.” Jeonghan says pressing one last kiss to your cheek, looking at you fondly before shuffling back inside.

Okay, maybe Jeonghan was a good guy.

Vernon rolls his eyes, crossing his legs as he watches you, watching other things. He rests his cheek in his palm, wishing just once you’d notice him there.

“Let’s make a promise.” You say out into the night, no one else to hear you.

Well, except Vernon.

“Let’s promise to only do things for us. We come first.” You continue, patting a affirming hand against your heart.

The promise lands in Vernon’s hands. It’s heavy, the ones made to yourself tend to be the heaviest. The hardest to keep.

Vernon looks down at the promise, they appeared differently to different keepers, yours were always a piece of scrap paper, the promise scrawled along the edges. Your handwriting on each of them, the earliest promises were mere scribbles in crayon.

Vernon tucks the promise in his pouch, smiling as he feels it sink to the bottom. It was a solid promise, one that would help you grow.

He loved those kind of promises.

You kept your promise. Your life progressed quickly, things with Jeonghan had continued smoothly, comfortably. You had both graduated, moved onto your blooming careers.

You moved in together, finding a newly renovated apartment in the middle of the city, close to both your workplaces.

Vernon watched you age, wondering what it would be like for him.

What career would he want?

Would he be in a relationship?

He never really got to indulge in those thoughts, they always ended the same. They always ended with your hands in his, the ultimate promise on the tip of your tongue, before reality came crashing back down, it could never be. He didn’t even really exist.

Not to you anyway.

The day finally came.

The day he had always dreaded. He got to see you in the aline white dress, the bodice made of sheer lace, the undertone a light lilac colour, your hair pinned away from your face, but sitting softly on your shoulders.

You looked beautiful.

The way he had always imagined you.

You were smiling. Beaming. Only it wasn’t at him.

Jeonghan returned your expression, neatly dressed in a tuxedo, a pretty diamond ring in his hand as he speaks his promise. Vernon can see his keeper, a man around his age, large brown eyes, the longest eyelashes he had ever seen, the keeper just smiled, looking at Jeonghan proudly.

It was your turn now, Jeonghan’s keeper turns towards Vernon, a look of pity on his face as Vernon feels his heart ripping out of his chest, the promise landing softly in his hands.

Huh.

It was light.

It was fragile. Vernon couldn’t help but wonder, would it break so easily? Surely not. He corrects himself as he gently tucks the promise into his pouch.

He was wrong of course.

The promise does break easily.

Eleven months later to be exact.

“Just leave him.” Vernon growls as he looks down at you. He had been pacing in front of your for an hour now, your hands firm on your growing stomach, the tears drying on your cheek.

He tries one more time, reaching to brush the falling tear from the corner of your eye, it doesn’t work of course, his hand nothing more than reflections of light.

“Please, he won’t change his mind, you need to leave him, keep her safe.” He begs, falling to his knees as he looks down at the soft swell of your belly.

You had found out your were pregnant twelve weeks ago, and every night ended the same.

Jeonghan wasn’t ready for kids.

“I still have my whole life ahead of me.” Jeonghan has justified as he handed you the pamphlets for the adoption centre.

You had cried yourself to sleep that night.

Things had gotten tense in the house, you mother had dropped by earlier today to take you to your first ultrasound, she had been exploding with excitement at the reveal of your babies gender.

A little girl.

You were going to have a daughter. Vernon was ecstatic.

He hoped she got your eyes.

“Remember your promise.” Vernon reminds you, hoping maybe just this once you would hear him, “do things for you.” He adds.

Vernon stumbles back as you jump off the mattress, stomping your way over to the closet, pulling out the largest suitcase in there.

You were doing it?

Had you heard him?

He watched as you spent the next two hours packing as much as you could, organising every left over, everything you would have to come back to collect. Vernon tenses as the front door swings open, your mother still jabbering on the other line of the phone as you zipped your suitcase closed.

“Angel?” Jeonghan’s voice questions as he walks into the bedroom, his eyes falling straight to the suitcase, Vernon smiling at the familiar determination on your face. The same look you had as you tried not to eat the cookie.

“I’m leaving, Han.” You say quickly. “You don’t want to do this with me, so I will do it on my own.” You spit out. You pull the suitcase off the bed, setting it on it’s wheels.

“You’re leaving me?” He questions slowly, his brain trying to process the situation.

“I can’t let her go, Han.” You whisper, stepping forwards to take his face in your hands. “I love you, but I can’t fathom the thought of not loving her.” You add, leaning forwards to press a short kiss to Jeonghan’s lips.

“You’re not ready for her and that’s okay. But I am.” You say one last time, before stepping away from him, pushing your suitcase down the hall.

“What about our promise to each other?” Jeonghan shouts.

Vernon scoffs rolling his eyes, silently willing you to continue to roll the suitcase down the hall, the familiar words ringing in his ears.

“Promises aren’t always meant to be kept.” You respond, not even turning to look back at your husband. Vernon feels the fragile vow of marriage rip in his pouch, he knows balance has been restored.

You get into the elevator, Vernon close behind.

“Thank you.” You whisper into the silence. “Whatever you are, thank you for reminding me.” You smile to yourself, Vernon’s hand grasping at his chest.

You did hear him.

#i just screamed over this fic #and cried #now i’m putting it here <3 #🥀#pretty boy

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puppykyeomie · 2 years

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SUGAR SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE | 95 line sugar daddy au

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚! 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!

pairing ⇢ dom!95z x sub!female reader

genre ⇢ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // sugar- maroom 5 // guys my age- hey violet // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge

type ⇢ cold and broody. not interested in relationships or commitment, just business.

synopsis ⇢the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn't seem all that keen on returning your feelings.

release date: 20 January, 2022

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type ⇢playful and flirty. doesn't mind a relationship but isn't desperate either. he's a mystery.

synopsis ⇢you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

release date: 4 March, 2022

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type⇢ sweet and gentle. willing to commit in a relationship if someone steals his heart.

synopsis ⇢ a stupid dare leads you to him and he has you charmed quickly. but matters of the heart can never be that easy, especially when you want to avoid them.

release date: 23 June, 2022

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I'm so so excited to share this project with you all as I've been planning this for months. If you want to be tagged for all of these fics just comment on this post or send me an ask!

masterlist | kofi

#tbr #i am putting this here to read later <3 #BUT IT LOOKS SO GOOD AND I AM SO EXCITED TO READ THESE WHEN I GET THE TIME TOO #🔥#heart keeper #pretty prince #dear deer

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Backburner || l.jh

Pairing: Woozi x f!reader

Summary: You don't feel alive unless you're crisping up on his backburner

Warnings: ANGST. pure angst. not a single shred of light.

Word Count: 900

A/N: the niki concert did something to me. if u want to cry, listen to the song backburner by niki. (based off that song)

Your finger hovers over the green button even before the second ring and you tell yourself to count to 12 before you let it make contact with the screen. The slight tremor in your hand is enough to remind yourself why you should have hit decline instead, but when his tired voice fills your ears, it hits you like air in your lungs and you wonder how you even live when he’s not there.

“Hey,” he says. He sounds sad, and the silence in the background instead of the usual overlapping chatter tells you he’s alone too. He must have snuck away to his studio to get away from everyone.

“Hey yourself,” you reply, trying to tone down your excitement. It had been weeks since Jihoon had last called you and you had missed him, to say the least. Every day the temptation to call him first, to text him first, grew harder and harder to resist. But you told yourself it was time to break yourself out of this perpetual cycle of being at the beck and call of someone who you would never be able to call yours. Did you ever actually break out of it?

If you did, you wouldn’t be here, sitting with your unfinished assignments scattered in front of you on your desk, lying that you have nothing to do so you could listen to him talk idly about a song he learned on his guitar by The Goo Goo Dolls and how he wanted to play it for this new girl he’s been seeing lately.

You roll your eyes and decide right then that The Goo Goo Dolls are dead to you. But you don’t say this out loud. Instead you say, “Oh she’ll love that. Anyone would be lucky to hear you sing that for them.”

And you wish he would tell you that you’re the only person he could ever dedicate a love song to. Instead he says “Right? I think she’s pretty into me already so this is just gonna seal the deal.”

You have nothing to say to that, but part of you is scared that enough silence might convince him to hang up the phone, and you aren’t sure you’d be able to go another 3 weeks without his voice. So you ask instead about the anime he started watching and it gets him going.

You don’t have a single clue what he’s talking about but you do know that when he says “I miss watching Naruto with you,” your heart skips and you feel the oh so familiar ache of missing him once again.

Maybe he’ll finally choose you after he’s had more time.

But maybe, you’ll settle for being the one he calls when the girls he loves become a song in his notes app about never being the one who’s chosen and you’ll do the same thing you do now – you’ll hate yourself for picking up his call but feel a twisted sense of pride when he tells you you’re the only person he would ever tell this to. He’ll tell you that there’s no one else like you and sometimes he might even tell you that he hopes your heart never breaks the way his does and he’ll never know that it already has.

He’ll call you and he’s crying, which he never does in front of anyone but you. He asks for advice and in a month you hear him sing your words on a song he wrote about another girl and you’ll remind yourself that he looks ugly when he cries. You’ll hate him for a week but then he calls again to invite you over and you’ll fight yourself all the way to the front door as you wear the perfume he likes and the shirt he once gave you and you’ll find yourself laying against his chest, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist and you’ll close your eyes and pretend that he called you here because he loves you and not just to feel the familiar warmth of a body next to his. While he’s asleep, you’ll let a tear slip out and tell yourself it’s the last time.

But when you wake up without him beside you the next morning and you see the burnt pancakes pushed to the back corner of his stove with a note that says “don’t eat these! They’re no good, be back soon :)” you remember where you exist in his heart and you wonder if he’ll forget about you the way he did the pancakes. But every time he’ll come back and you’ll let your own heart root for him just a little more.

He’ll be back. Jihoon always comes back.

You say it to yourself every time he leaves. Maybe that’s why you believe it now too. After weeks of radio silence, when you think he’s finally gone, and you can finally pull yourself away from his grasp to find someone who won’t love you part-time, his name will etch itself onto your phone and your heart once again.

Then you’ll find yourself here once again answering a siren’s call, and you’ll curtsy with a smile right as you walk off the plank.

Maybe he’ll choose you after he’s had more time.

The truth is you know he won’t. But whether it’s of free will or predestined, you know you’ll always find yourself on his back burner.

#the way that i’ll never shut up about this fic <3 #i will forever scream about it!!#red uji #🥀

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the situationship

Pairing: seokmin x afab!reader x roommate!wonwoo

Genre: smut

Word count: 4.6k

Tags: polycule, secret relationships, reader being told they’re pretty and beautiful, reader w/ breasts, degradation, face sitting, double penetration, anal play

author note: this was probably the longest thing I've ever written and i felt so happy hearing yall want a full length version of the headcanon. this is the followup to the headcannon "homie hopper" under Dokyeom's tab in my masterlist and per request to the people that enjoyed it. I will be tagging all of you hehe.

Taglist: @sluttywonwoo @huiranghaes @shmooooo @wonwussy @multi-kpop-fanfics @flowerwonu @httpswonwoosglasses @kooookie @just-here-to-read-01 @onlyseokmins

You swore that you were mere seconds away from throwing yourself on Seokmin the first time you met at a mutual friend’s birthday. You felt betrayed moments after finding out he was your roommate's best friend. That meant if you did decide to pursue Seokmin and things fell through, you’d have a common denominator haunting you. It wasn’t right, and you knew that. Yet two weeks ago, you felt like god himself was testing you when you found Seokmin right at your door one evening.

You could feel your soul could pretty much leave your body the moment you drink in his sudden appearance. His wavy dark hair fell to his pretty, soft eyes, a relieved smile decorating his cheeks. “Y/n, right?”

Even with the simple way, he says your name, just–

“Right. Yeah. And you’re Seokmin.”

“Yeah,” a soft sigh leaves his lips, and you could’ve sworn a tinge of pink on his cheeks, “Is Wonwoo here? He said I could come by and just wait until he’s home to go out.”

That couldn’t have been right, you thought. He was supposed to be stuck working on an independent project and would be coming home for a while another day. You open your mouth to inform him but freeze, the words refuse to come out. Something was telling you that it was no coincidence that Seokmin decided to take the space of your roommate tonight. Instead, you tell him:

“Yeah, okay. Come wait inside.”

Seokmin sets his stuff aside on the couch, tapping his lap with his fingertips and smiling at you politely.

“Want a nightcap? I still have some coffee, or I could make tea?” You offer.

Seokmin nods. “Coffee sounds great.”

You went ahead to warm up some coffee you had brewed previously during the afternoon. In doing so, you subtly try observing Seokmin, who overtly does nothing, settling in quietly. You bring the half-full mugs to the coffee table where Seokmin decides to wait patiently and places one in front of him. He thanks you softly. He graciously accepts the mug and sips it, humming at it delightfully. “It’s very smooth.”

“Thanks. I wasn’t sure if you wanted cream or anything, so I set it aside on the table.” You respond, immediately regretting how you started to overexplain.

He chuckles, drinking the coffee as is. “It’s delicious. You have good taste.”

You got slightly giddy. It was nice to hear someone sharing a common love for a good roast. “It’s a really nice brand from Brazil. It’s been a personal favorite lately.”

“I can see why. Do you enjoy making coffee? Wonwoo told me you were a barista but wanted to open up your own shop.”

“Yes! That's the goal.” You start giggling, cueing the butterflies taking place in the pit of Seokmin’s stomach.

This prompted you to go on a tangent of your caffeinated career goals, taking the man's questions as an invite. What Seokmin learned that night was how much you rambled without noticing, not that he minded. Hearing you go off and just talk about something you love was (1) refreshing because people thought of him to be the same so it was nice to have to listen to someone else, and (2) you were so cute with how your eyes lit up with every word and detail. He thought he could listen to you for hours, days even. Although that would be nice, stalling wouldn’t have done him any good.

“Can I be honest?”

“Sure,” you answer invitingly.

He takes a deep breath. “I wasn’t here waiting for Wonwoo.”

Your bubbly exterior diminished, leaving a curious sternness. You cross your leg over the other, hands to either side, actively listening. You weren’t expecting that answer, nor were you surprised, however it was rather interesting to see Seokmin take the initiative.

Your head tilts to the side, peering at him more carefully. “Then why...it couldn’t have been to see me?”

He took a beat. “Yes, I actually did want to see you. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

You wanted to choose your words carefully, hoping your intentions would be evident between the lines. Your body veers towards him, your eyes glaze over him from top to bottom, noticing how casual but done up he actually looked: a plain white tee and a pair of cuffed jeans. Perhaps nothing to someone passing by, but seeing how the top hung around his collarbone loosely yet fitted up around his chest and lower torso, Seokmin didn’t seem like that sweet clueless guy after all, “No…I knew you were lying. I also knew Wonwoo wouldn’t be home tonight.”

He hums, softly scoffing in a way that just said ‘well what do we have here?’

“Does that bother you?”

The corners of his lips turn up in a relieved smile, eyes shifting to the shape of your lips, “Not in the slightest.”

He leans towards you, his hand reaching over to rest on the couch arm behind you. You catch Seokmin’s lips upon impact, initially cautious leaning away for any sign of hesitation. Your hand comes up behind his head and pushes it back on you, the warmth conjuring in your stomach was almost unlike anything you ever felt with someone else. You pull him closer, his body following to crawl over you. Your knees propped up on either side of him, Seokmin’s hips dip to match you, not showing any signs of leaving your side.

What preceded that night were things you wouldn’t dare let out an exhale of a breath. His hands stroke your sides as you ride him, their pressure digging into your flesh, falling to your ass that supports them satisfyingly in his big hands. Your moan his name blissfully, having him rut in you without the faintest clue how things have escalated this far so fast.

“You feel so good.” The sounds of your squelching fuel his stamina, sputtering your name, losing control of his impulses.

“Min, I’m gonna cum…”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Well, we can’t have that yet.”

With the strength left in him, he lifts himself off the bed and pushes you down flat on your back, not pulling out even once. His legs bent at the knees, his hips buck into you, giving you the pleasantry of having him do some of the work this time. His hands take your legs to toss them over either of his shoulders. Your lower torso is lifted in the air but soon pushed down by the sheer force of his cock, twitching inside you, bottoming out. Your hands gripped the sheets underneath you.

Your mouth drops in amazement, following Seokmin’s euphoric voice gasping and groaning as he fills in the casing, a thrust to squeeze out every drop. He collapses on top of you, his mouth roughly taking yours as his hands stroke your sides. “You’re so, mmhp, fucking amazing.”

“Stay the night?” You offer in a soft voice.

Despite his pleasant smile, there’s hesitancy in his voice and he pulls away. “Really, are you sure? What about Wonwoo?”

Your eyes shoot up in realization. “Right, fuck. He’s supposed to come home sometime tomorrow morning.”

“How early?”

You shrug your bare shoulders. “I don’t know, like 9 or 10 pm?”

A relieved smile presents Seokmin’s face. “Then I’ll leave around 8 am?”

You match his expression, “If you want, okay.”

“Okay.” His smile goes a little bigger.

“Okay.” As does yours.

He leaves around 8 am like he planned, of course not without a few rounds in before that, and hardly a trace of him is left behind. When Wonwoo comes back an hour or two later, he doesn’t question any events from last night. Your sexual rendezvous with your roommate’s best friend goes without a hitch.

Seokmin and you don’t define the relationship. Things were simply harmonious without it. Between sneaking around to have sex at either one of each other’s places or during one of those nights out together, it would’ve felt a lot of pressure to give this situatonship a label. Of course, there was something between you two that desire more than a fuck buddies situation, but you took what you could get.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that,” You could hear the thick nectar oozing out of his voice as he held your nude body in his arms.

You smile down at him, arousal seeping out of your warmth deliciously as it coated the lining of the condom dressing Seokmin’s length, squeezing around its girth and riding his lap. “I got a pretty damn great view myself.”

His chuckles tickle your skin, taking your arm to kiss you from your palm and gradually to your elbow, rocking his hips underneath you. Your moans are short and sweet, feeling how full he makes you feel. You are so close to where you are, calling his name, kissing his lips as if it is naturally where they belong.

“Mh, cum–Seokmin, mmh.”

“Doing so good, baby. Cum all over co–”

“Hey Seokmin, Wonwoo’s here!”

Soonyoung, Seokmin’s roommate, warns him from the other side and you immediately hope over him to hide under the covers. He tucks you away from the door’s view and tries pulling on a shirt until his bedroom door opens. Wonwoo enters with his eyes on his phone about to open his mouth regarding something important until he sees Seokmin barely an arm in the shirt.

The older man narrows his eyes at him, “uh, am I interrupting something?”

Seokmin rapidly blinks back at him, thinking of a response, “Uh, yeah can you like come back in an hour or s-something?”

“An hour, what takes an hour? What were you even doing?”

Seokmin tries scoffing nonchalantly, ultimately failing, “Nothing super important. Just, uh, mmm, m-masturbating?”

Even with an answer as outlandish from Seokmin, Wonwoo remains doubtful but doesn’t question his best friend as he backs away from the room and closes the door behind it. When the nude man checks for things to be clear, i.e. waiting for any more reception from the other end of the door and asking Soonyoung what the situation is in the living room via text message, he finally takes a breath of relief and looks underneath the covers for you inside.

His smile still shines in the dark of the thick fabric and you melt underneath its warmth. “Hey, we might have to cut things short today. I’ll distract him by taking him out to lunch. Can you leave 5 minutes after we do?”

You nod understandingly, “Okay.”

“I’m sorry–”

“No, do not apologize, we knew what were getting into. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” he sighs, still worried about leaving you behind.

You reassure him by pulling him into a deep kiss, caressing his tongue with your before, pushing him away, and rushing him out of the apartment as soon as you can. You were grateful for Wonwoo’s work schedule, it made your apartment available most of the time. There were those days you preferred his place to yours, forgetting to take into account that they are very close. This was one of those days that maybe it would’ve been better at your place.

It wasn’t as easy avoiding Wonwoo as you hoped it’d be. You found no fault in him, he’s a great roommate. He just had really poor timing sometimes, it almost felt on purpose on that point. Maybe that’s the guilt talking.

“You’re so good at making my cock feel welcome, baby.” Your mouth is warm and tight around his girth, Seokmin moans feeling you hollow out your cheeks.

Finally feeling like their alone, he gazes down at you with a sinister look in his eyes. Running his hands through your hair, the pads of his fingers going grip from your scalp. He feels your lips reach the base of his cock, seeing your head sink into his lap. “S-shit, you’re so–”

“What’s going on?”

You pull your mouth off Seokmin and avert your attention to the familiar man’s voice. You quickly match Seokmin’s panicked expression and gained as much distance as possible from him. The half-naked man quickly covers his raging boner that has met his dear friend's eyes. Wonwoo stares down from his spectacles to quickly drink in the situation, immediately forming his own conclusion. You draw attention to the situation as calmly and mild-mannered as you could. “Wonwoo, bud, I can explain.”

“It looks like you were sucking my best friend's dick.”

There was no better explanation than that. Seokmin, still pantless, inches over to his friend, awkwardly covering his half-flaccid cock, before trying to reconcile what’s left of this weird arrangement. “Wonwoo, I’m so—“

“Sorry? You should be.” Wonwoo drops his things to the ground, reaching for the top button of his dress shirt, and slowly peeling it away to reveal his skin. “I have a lot of catching up to do.”

You couldn’t help but watch him finish all the way through, his name barely escaping your lips until you realized past the incredibly toned abs what Wonwoo was insinuating. Seokmin was confused, of course, he was. His best friend was undressing in front of him and his sexual partner. What was he supposed to think about this?

“It really sucks finding out that you both had all the fun, sneaking around my back. Seokmin out of anyone would’ve known how attracted I am to you.”

Your eyes shoot open over to the man in question, who warps a flustered smile. “We may have talked once or twice about it.”

“We both talked about if we’re given the opportunity to bed in bed with you, we’d both take it. And to think that he’d have the balls to get a head start. Bastard.” Wonwoo’s hands grasp the top of his pants to slip them down to his ankles and kick them aside.

His hands instinctively hold on to the fullness of his rod over the fabric of his briefs, stroking himself as he slowly approaches you, who watches him like a kid with a new toy.

You always considered Wonwoo an attractive man, but an even better roommate, having a situationship as you do currently with Seokmin was out of the question.

He bends down to your level and fingers at the oversized tee shirt you borrowed from Seokmin and follows the seams to its hem, “May I?”

You nod subconsciously before you realize that shirt is abandoned across the room and you’re entirely naked. Both men scan your body like it’s on display and Wonwoo tucks a hair behind your ear. “Seokmin was really keeping you for himself.”

“You started first when you waited until it was Mingyu’s birthday for them to meet me.” Seokmin retorts with sass.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind sharing time around. I have known them longer than you, and it looks like they don’t mind, don’t you y/n?”

Your throat was dry, shifting gazes from both the incredibly gorgeous men in front of you, asking for both your attention politely and mesmerizingly.

“I-I don’t, if I’m being honest. Seokmin?”

You turn to the man who was mentally prepared for one thing only to have a complete other. He watches Wonwoo’s hands trail over your body, watching what was exclusively his for some time only to have it be touched and admired by his own friend. He admits to himself it wasn’t entirely fair what he did to have you be his, but if he wasn’t going to do it, Wonwoo would’ve.

Then again, there was something exciting about seeing you overwhelmed with pleasure. There are some things he wishes he could do to make the experience more fulfilling for you. If this was what you wanted, who was he to say no?

“Alright, Wonwoo, how do you want to do this?”

A content smile spreads across Wonwoo’s face before looking back at you. “That’s up to, Y/n, of course.”

It was as if you walked into a wet dream. You were sinking your mouth over Seokmin’s length while Wonwoo’s length was prepping to be in the other end. Seokmin was relieved to see that pretty face of yours, wrapping your lips around him and taking him whole. “You take me so well.”

You hum contently around his girth, gaping open on the other end as Wonwoo caresses the shape of your ass. With his rubber-covered cock, the tip teases your entrance. Wonwoo licks his lips in anticipation, “Are you ready? Remember one tap for yes, two for no.”

You land one tap against the bed, giving him the okay, and Wonwoo wastes no time filling the absence of your warmth. You vibrate around Seokmin, allowing a groan to elicit from the man and he watches Wonwoo gain momentum inside of you. Wonwoo grips your hips in his hands slamming against you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head while your lips and hands lose your grip on Seokmin’s shaft. Seokmin proceeds to thrust himself in you, tugging your hair, regaining his sense of control. His mouth was watering seeing you being used.

“Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good. You like that? Me and Wonwoo taking you at the same time?”

A corner of Wonwoo’s lips tugs against his cheek, “I bet they do, what a good little slut.”

He picks up speed, having you practically gargle Seokmin in your mouth, dribbling your chin and down your neck in a mix of your drool and his precum. The sensation was riveting until Seokmin had to pull off of him, scared of coming too early. This was a race he did not plan on finishing first place.

Like clockwork, Wonwoo pulls you by the arm, pressing your sweaty back to his firm chest, meanwhile, Seokmin joins your lips together. The taste of himself on your tongue is admittedly exhilarating, he chuckles with a heavy breath against your lips, intensely sharing a gaze. “Good slut is right.”

You whimper, followed by a moan, Seokmin’s tongue pushes past your lips, entangling itself with the presence of yours, and reaches his hand down to find your wet clit.

“Seok please, mmh, I can’t take it.”

“What? Is our little cockslut being needy? Wonwoo isn’t enough?”

You shake your head, “He’s s-so good, b-but, I want you t-too. P-please.”

A whine lingers in your voice, both men’s jaws dropping at its gorgeous resonance. Seokmin takes a look at his best friend, a devilish glut in his eyes. “How ‘bout it Wonwoo? Should we give them what we want? Or should we make them work for it a little more?”

Wonwoo’s breath tickles the back of your neck, teeth grazing your ear. “I think they can take a little more teasing, can’t you y/n?”

His voice sends shivers down your spine and you feel obligated to nod. He kisses your ear in thanks, his tongue tickling your ear lobe, “Good. Now, why don’t you let Seokmin pay you back by letting you use his face like a seat.”

A nerve in the younger man’s cock twitched at that suggestion, really grateful for Wonwoo’s presence at this point.

You quickly follow, asking Seokmin politely to make himself comfortable before you decide to. He nods willingly, laying himself at the head of the bed and pulling you along to take the next steps. You hover over his face, giving Seokmin a view of your pretty tits and flustered expression before he holds on to your thighs and lowers you to the latch of his lips. His nose immediately tickles your clit and tongue sampling your arousal.

“W-wow…”

A sense of pride settles in Seokmin’s stomach, feeling the instinctive jerk of his raw hips to follow. Wonwoo comes to your side, takes the side of your face in his hands, and attaches his lips to yours. In your half-open gaze, you see his glasses fog up as well falling to the lower bridge of his nose, causing you to bump into them repeatedly. His teeth gnash against your lips, tugging at them carnivorously before his tongue would play with yours, his hands finding home on your breasts.

You feel the tweak of his fingers, rolling your nubs in between as you grind into Seokmin’s mouth, unable to think of a response to what comes next out of Wonwoo’s mouth.

“Seokmin’s so lucky to know what your pussy tastes like. You’ll let me try next time won’t you?”

Babbling, brain scrambles from Seokmin’s skillful tongue, you opt for nodding, a rewarding kiss pressed in your lips in return.

“Good.”

You feel his hands squeeze the weight of your breasts in his hand and catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking and erecting it to its full size. “Your tits are so perfect. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you like this. Seeing you walk around with barely anything on sometimes, I almost lost it. If I knew you were such a little whore, I would’ve taken my chances sooner.”

You moan louder at Wonwoo’s voice, at the same time feeling Seokmin fucks your inside with his tongue faster, as if the impact of Wonwoo’s words were getting you both off.

“My only regret is I should’ve gotten to you first.”

You mewl, the heat of your body makes you lose balance. His handsome, kind face gazes up at you playing with your breasts, smiling charmingly, “You’re so pretty. Hey Seokmin. Where are we at making them cum?”

Seokmin takes his time pulling back for air before answering. “I think they’re ready. They’re so wet.”

“All thanks to you. Now, could you grab that lube from the bedside?”

The scene followed with Seokmin on his back with you on top of him. He would knock his cock at one entrance, while Wonwoo prepped and slicked the other. You kiss Seokmin feverishly, stalling for the imminent fullness you’re about to endure, and Wonwoo asks for your consent one last time.

“I’m ready, Wonwoo.”

The click of the cap follows, a chill sensation of the water-based lube hitting the crack of your ass, having you shudder on the man below you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Seokmin praises, fueling your ego with kisses as his hands grab either of your ass cheeks and spread them apart.

Wonwoo let the pressure of his fingers test you out, feeling your hole swallow tight around him, a foreign but gratifying feeling to enter your body. “Good, good. You’re taking it so well.”

“Mmh, Wonwoo, mmp…more…”

He snickers. “Already can’t get enough? Seokmin you go this.”

The younger man nods, taking his member out and easing it inside your wet slit, your body accepting him naturally like he was home. Wonwoo plays with your ass a little longer, matching the rhythm of Seokmin’s hip, and inches himself in between the divide between both yours and Seokmin’s legs.

The pump of Wonwoo’s digits stretches inside you, scissoring and adjusting to their form before he replaces it with his cock, easing it gradually to avoid any pain on your end. You take a sharp breath, feeling the length fill your insides in their entirety and soon enough you feel the insane feeling of both fat cocks pushing deep and gratifyingly inside you.

You scream out in pleasure, resting your forehead on Seokmin’s shoulder and doing nothing to contribute to the insane ecstasy running through your body as thick as blood. Seokmin clutches you by your ass, swatting a hand at either one between every fierce grip, muffling your moans in his kiss. “You want the neighbors to hear or something?”

Wonwoo chuckles within his grunts, “Can’t help yourself, can you, baby?”

You could hardly hear the words they were saying, both rods coming in and out of you with no uniform rhythm, just fucking the daylights out of you until mouth drooling thick strands down to Seokmin’s chest. “Mmp, so g-g-good…”

You claw up for the pillows behind Seokmin, digging your nails until you could feel the flesh of your palm through the fabric. You weren’t sure how long its been, from baring the Seokmins’s hands that sucks on the skin and texture of your breasts so hungrily and the clap of Wonwoo’s hands against your jiggling cheeks that bordered your stretched-out holes, you never felt any feeling like this. You fould feel the taste of iron on your tongue from bit your lips so hard, clenching for dear life or this pleasure wreck you that hardest it damn could; you wish it’s never end.

“God, I’m cum-ning. Can I? P-please…”

Seokmin looks over your shoulder at Wonwoo, who was drenched in his perspiration, visibly tired but not drained, nodding back with a smile that could light up pitch-black skies. Seokmin turns to you smiling reassuringly with his lips against yours, catching his breath. “Cum for us, beautiful. We wanna see it.”

Seokmin’s word was as good as any, your trained hips now losing their grace, involuntarily twitching your lower body, and seeping your climax out on Seokmin’s sheets, helplessly faltering and losing strength when you’re finished. Wonwoo still pushes his last bar of stamina rutting inside you with Seokmin to follow. Simultaneously, they cum at the same time, exchanging gaze of pride, and pumping the last bit of their load in the condoms, over-stimulating you. Wonwoo kisses along your back, and Seokmin does the same with your cheeks, pushing sweat-drenched strands of hair away from your face.

You fall on your back against the bed as they pull out, both guys quickly disposing of their condoms and dressing to an appropriate level for a pair of friends that had sex with the same person. Seokmin is quick to help you clean up, getting a warm towel and letting it soak up the overflow of your orgasm, “I’ll run you a bath in a quick bit. We must've taken a lot out of you.”

Wonwoo watches the moment like a bystander, remembering briefly during the sex that there will be a next time but unsure if that would ever be the case. Seokmin looks over at you so kindly, treating you delicately with what seems to be like love in his eyes, thinking to himself, was there ever really a situation like this ever again?

“You’re really good to them.” Wonwoo comments.

“It's only natural when they give their all. Look how tired they are.”

You sip the water Wonwoo provided you earlier. “I’m okay, I’m okay, but thank you. The both of you. That was…incredible. Really.”

“It really was,” Wonwoo agrees, picking up the shirt he dismissed so easily coming across them initially, “Well, that was fun. I think I got my closure. I…I’m happy for, you guys. I’ll get going.”

The older man turns to leave until he hears one of their voices call out to him. He averts his attention from the familiar voice and meets eyes with Seokmin, who had the most welcoming smile he had ever seen on the man.

“Look. This…We can’t just walk away from this like it never happened. With Y/n’s permission, we should all…do it again.”

Wonwoo’s eyes shock open in apparent shock, shock for Wonwoo that is, stunned that Seokmin would offer such an arrangement. “Wow. Uh, Seok, that’s really big of you, but you don’t have to do that, you know? I'm not trying to get in between this, whatever it is.”

“You wouldn’t,” you butt in, “I think this something we’d all be okay with. The choice is yours, Wonwoo.”

You pull yourself up from the bed to sit up, joining Seokmin’s side. “Please?”

Wonwoo hadn’t even considered the possibility of the offer. He did enjoy himself and Seokmin’s presence did not hinder any of it, on the contrary, made it more pleasurable. He looked at the eyes of the people closest to him, the sexual tension radiating off of them was indescribable and for some reason, they felt even more complete if they had them. With an idea so bizarre, so out of his comfort zone, he couldn’t help but agree more. There was no reason for him to say no.

“Okay, but no more sneaking around. I want full details.”

Seokmin nods, a hint of relief on his face and yours, “Of course, welcome to our situationship, Wonwoo.”

#i screamed about this already on my other blog but just let me scream some more #i wanna keep this here for future uses because i WILL be coming back to this <3 #puppy boy #gamer woo #🔥

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