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sweetinsaniiity · 3 days ago

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Holy shit.

Okay. Wow. I thought since most of my work ends in twists, nothing could surprise me anymore. This one caught me so off-guard, I can’t believe it.

bibliophile ⟡ j. yunho

you're stressed...your study buddy has an idea.

Pairing: Yunho x Fem!Student!Reader Genre: Smut - dark twist Requested: Yes/No w.c. 5.8k Warnings: heavy on the smut, semi public sex (ish), mutual pining, food? - THE SUCKER - he does...things with it. Yunho is a FREAK. Reader is desperate for yunho dick (yes YOU, reader) Spoiler warnings are in comments if you need them. A/N: So, this is sort of two requests in one, however I don't want to disappoint anyone so I'll post it solo. I hope it's okay! <3 god deleted my ticket to heaven with this one. Requests: Open (link below)

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You release a tired sigh and rub your eyes, throwing your pen down. It bounces off of your ridiculously thick textbook and lands on the papers scattered around your study partner.

“Ah ah. No crashing yet, we’ve got three more chapters,” Yunho says with a laugh, tapping you on the end of the nose with his own pen. You pout, making a face at him before dramatically collapsing on the table.

“I give up. You can become a lawyer, I’ll go back to making sandwiches,” you groan, muffled against pages of your future.

“I thought you liked working at the sandwich shop?”

“I did,” you reply, tilting your head to look at him. “But sandwich shops don’t pay me six figures.”

“Then stop whining,” Yunho shrugs. You grumble words unintelligible even to yourself and sit up, fixing your hair. You stretched, yawned, checked your phone for the thousandth time that evening. Finals were next week. Then there was the Bar exam. You were so close to being y/n l/n, attorney at law…but you were beginning to feel nauseous at the mere sight of words on a page.

“Wanna take a break?” Yunho suggests, leaning back to stretch. You avoid looking at the way his sweater rides up, revealing inches of what appears to be a toned belly.

“No,” you mumble, forcing yourself to look away. “If I leave this library…I think I may never return.”

Yunho chuckles and nods, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index fingers. For a few minutes, you both just sit there, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Usually the library is filled with students, exactly like you—stressed, depressed, drowning in student debt and reading assignments.

“Yunho?” you mumble. He hums a response, looking over at you. You swallow. “If I start to cry, will you judge me?”

“Not at all,” he responds. You nod once, feeling tears burning in your eyes.

For the next hour or so, you take turns reading passages and summarizing them, going through various laws and statutes that you could barely comprehend. Your brain felt as if it might explode, and you considered calling it a night, but it was only 10 p.m. and you’d be damned if you gave out before midnight.

“What the hell are these ‘title 16 provisions?’” you scoff, crinkling your nose. “Were these even part of our assignment?”

“Let me see,” Yunho says. He scoots his chair over to your side of the table rather than just moving seats, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. And god, his arm slides over the back of your chair as he leans in to look at the tiny words on your page.

He smells like coffee and the peanut butter granola bar you shared earlier, and this close you can see that he has very light freckles on his cheeks. You kind of want him to never move.

“Ah, no this isn’t part of this assignment but we will have to know it for finals,” he says, words going in one of your ears and out the other. He begins talking about these provisions, but you must be numb to all forms of communication other than Jeong Yunho’s body heat.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” you mumble, shaking your head. Yunho has a funny look on his face, one brow raised. Oh god. Oh god. He caught you staring like a fucking creep.

“...You good?” he chuckles. You swallow and quickly nod, brushing your hair back so fast you nearly hit him in the face.

“Yep, uh huh,” you mumble. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh,” he says as though relieved. “Good. Well, if you need to take a break, let me know.”

He begins to move; you panic and grab his wrist.

“Wait! You didn’t explain this part to me,” you say, pointing at a random section on the page. Yunho sits down again and tilts his head.

“You need me to explain…marital property to you?” he asks, sounding both amused and disbelieving.

Well, if you’re gonna be a bad liar, at least you’ll be persistent.

“Yes,” you nod. “Just like a refresher, you know? My brain is cooked.”

Yunho stares at you for a few seconds, and you feel your cheeks heat up. It feels like he knows something you don’t know, and you don’t like that. So you yank him back into his seat and let go of his wrist, pretending to be very interested in one of the most basic aspects of your degree.

Marital property is boring, even when the hottest guy in your class is explaining it to you. And what’s worse—he knows. You know he knows. He’s explaining basic concepts to you, and then explaining the basics of those basic concepts, all the while keeping a little smirk on his handsome face. You consider caving, thinking of any possible excuse for your behavior. You’re delirious from lack of sleep, that’s actually true. But you were too deep in this to give up now.

“That’s most of it,” Yunho finally says, long fingers splayed over the textbook. They nearly reach from one end of the open book to the other. You shiver. “I guess we should move into parental rights—”

“Yunho,” you begin with a sigh, ready to admit defeat. He smiles innocently, resting his chin in his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I—”

You freeze, having forgotten how to form sentences. Yunho’s still smiling at you, but his free hand is now resting on your thigh. You thanked the gods you’d decided to wear a skirt today.

His palm is large, warm, spanning much of the plush skin there. He’s not gripping it, but it’s still very obviously intentional. You feel your cheeks burn hot; you’re determined to remain unaffected.

“Nevermind,” you mumble. He chuckles and turns back to the page, though he doesn’t move his hand.

You don’t ask him to.

You go back to your respective chapters, thankfully far beyond the basics, but his hand stays right where it is. He even reaches over his other arm to sip his coffee, refusing to move it. Your skin burns in the shape of his fingers; you almost want to push him away simply because your body is reacting to his touch in a way that’s making you feel crazy. You’re practically feverish, just because he’s near you. Pathetic, honestly.

When you sigh and rub your eyes, those long fingers twitch, making you jump. You try to play it off, though you know he’s aware of your reaction, because he does it again. When you don’t react as dramatically, he squeezes gently.

Your knee jerks up so fast it hits the table, causing your belongings to rattle, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Yunho chuckles, though doesn’t move his hand. You clear your throat as though everything is normal. As though he’s not currently squeezing your upper thigh.

“Yunho,” you say quietly.

“Hm?” He doesn't bother looking up from his textbook.

“What are we doing?”

He does look up this time.

“Studying,” he says, giving you a sweet smile. You narrow your eyes.

If he was going to do this, then so were you. You were sleep deprived, numb to the world, and horny as hell. So you parted your knees.

Not much, just an inch or so, but very obvious. You didn’t miss the way Yunho’s throat worked as he swallowed, clearly not expecting the reciprocation. You go back to your textbook, but your victory is short lived, however, as his large hand slides further inward.

You’re flustered. But you’re also stubborn. So you drop your pen and look him in the eyes as you open your knees. Yunho’s gaze is steady as he slowly moves his hand, as though expecting you to stop him. You don’t.

Yunho went back to reading and you did the same, just as his pinky brushed the crease of your inner thigh. You knew you were wet, knew he could probably feel the moist heat radiating from your body behind your pink panties, but you chose to be nonchalant. Until he rubbed the back of his knuckle against your panties, over your clit.

The soft moan that escapes you is mortifying.

Yunho quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, laughing breathily as your brows pull together and you shudder. He looks as shocked as you are, though now you’re hazy, focused only on how good it felt, and wanting more.

“Shh,” he chuckles nervously, glancing around despite the fact that you’re the only ones here. “No wonder you act like you’re walking around on thin ice. You’re frustrated as hell, huh?”

“P-Please,” you whimper pitifully against his palm, though it’s muffled. He moves his hand and you grip his wrist, looking up at him. You silently communicate your needs, praying he has mercy and doesn’t force you to say it out loud. Yunho glances around one more time, licking his lips before looking down at you like a fucking steak on a platter.

“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet for me,” he murmurs. You nod quickly, gasping when he effortlessly yanks your chair closer to him. He adjusts his glasses before lowering his hand to your thighs, gently stroking them.

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. You open your mouth, but he presses a finger to your lips. “Quietly.”

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “T-Touch me.”

Yunho bites his lower lip, as though imagining doing much, much more than that. When he rubs your thighs again, your knees fall open and you stifle a moan behind your sleeves. Yunho smiles at the sight of you, slipping his hand between your legs again.

This time, he’s more careful, though it’s much more frustrating for you. You squirm when he strokes either side of your cunt, making a ‘v’ and squeezing your plush pussy lips between them. You moan again, loudly, and Yunho scrambles to cover your mouth.

“Baby, you’ve gotta be—”

“Quiet, I know,” you pout, gripping his wrist. “C-can’t help it…feels good.”

Yunho swallows, letting his fingers brush against you again. You manage to stay quiet this time, but your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, drawing his hand back. You nearly protest, but he presses his index finger to your clit like a button and you jolt, covering your mouth just in time. Yunho smirks.

“H-Haven’t had sex,” you say, fisting the sleeve of his sweater as he pushes again. “In m-months.”

“Why?” he asks, beginning to rub slow circles against your panties. You feel your wetness spreading beneath them, but you don’t care. You grip the edge of the table and swallow.

“Busy,” you breathe, licking your lips. Yunho’s eyes follow your tongue. You don’t notice.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you nod frantically.

Yunho uses the hand between your legs to turn your entire body toward him. You want to mention how attractive that is, but he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is nothing like his touch; there’s nothing dirty or hurried about it. His nose brushes the crease of yours as he tilts your heads to the side, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss that makes no sense when his fingers are currently resting against your panties beneath your skirt.

He seems to have forgotten what he was doing amidst your soft kisses, as you break away from his lips to impatiently bounce and whine. Yunho smirks and begins rubbing his middle finger directly over your clit, applying very little pressure. He kisses you again, and you throw your arms around his neck, trying to push your body into his. His knee prevents you from doing so.

“Nng…what are you doing?” you whine, fisting his sweater. “Wanna…wanna be in your lap.”

Your own admission makes your cheeks flush red, but you don’t care. You’re horny and your crush’s hand is between your thighs.

“Not yet, baby,” he mumbles, stealing another lazy kiss. “Wanna keep you like this. I like how desperate you are.”

“I…I’m not desperate,” you mumble. Yunho bites his lower lip and applies more pressure to your clit, you buck your hips and grip his sleeve. He’s laughing, but you don’t care, aching for more of him.

“Desperate,” he hums, pulling you in for another kiss. You don’t understand his obsession with kissing you; wasn’t he as horny as you were? But you kissed him back anyway, because you’ve had a crush on this guy since your freshman year and even the slut hormones clouding your brain couldn’t block that much out. He was a damn good kisser too, taking the lead and hardly giving you time to breathe.

In contrast to his soft mouth, Yunho’s index finger hooks your soaked panties, tugging them to the side. His finger brushes your bare cunt, though he knowingly silences your moans with a kiss.

“What can I do?” he asks once you finally break apart. You’re unwilling to let him go, however, pulling his lips back to yours..

“Don’t care,” you mumble between kisses, body buzzing with need. “Whatever you want.”

“Can I go in here?”

He prods at the needy hole between your folds and you fucking purr, clutching his sweater and pulling him close with a whine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. He waits for you to eagerly nod, then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. “Open.”

You do as he says and he slips his fingers inside. You nearly moan around them as you instinctively suck and lick his digits; they’re long and thick, two of them practically as big as a few hookups you’ve had in the past. Yunho watches, pupils wide as you act like an obedient doll a little too eager to be fingered in a library at midnight.

When he pulls his fingers out, they’re slick and shiny with your drool, and you see him suck in air. You blush, a little embarrassed at how thorough of a job you’ve done. You expect Yunho to go beneath your skirt, but he slides his wet fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen, next to the look of pure bliss in his eyes as he sucks your saliva off of his fingers and replaces it with his own. You decide then that you do not want him to finger you.

“Fuck me,” you blurt out.

You barely register what you’ve said, but you’re damn near ready to jump his bones. Yunho blinks in surprise, obviously not having expected that. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Really?” he asks. He sounds surprised for reasons you don’t understand, but you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss. “Want you inside me. All of you.”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans. He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you back, harder. Your hands are shaky as they go for his jeans, but then he freezes like you’ve just slapped him.

“What?” you ask, breaking the kiss. Yunho curses and rubs his face with both hands, tilting back in his chair. “What is it, yu?”

“I don’t…fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

He runs a hand through his hair like this is the biggest mistake of the century. You bite your lower lip—the idea of leaving tonight and not getting fucked by him makes you genuinely want to cry.

“We could…you know?” you mumble, face hot. “I mean, I-I’m clean. Obviously, haven’t had sex in god knows when—”

“No,” Yunho says, shaking his head. “I don’t trust myself.”

“Don’t trust yourself to what?” you frown. Yunho looks at you,

“There’s no way I’m gonna be able to make myself pull out once I’m in you,” he murmurs. “We need a condom.”

You swallow. You really shouldn’t push; but you need to hear more.

“How do you know?” you breathe, licking your lips.

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Yunho reaches over, grabbing your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and you gasp, able to feel the rigid line of his cock beneath you. But he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss again.

“I’ve been thinking about you for so long,” he hums, and you mewl in response, grinding down against him. He kisses you again to stifle what was no doubt a moan.

“Y-Yeah?” you manage to squeak out. Yunho nods.

“Yeah. Not gonna be able to pull out if I’m balls deep in that little cunt with you fucking crying for it like this.”

Fuck. You needed him. To be honest, with or without the condom, but if he felt it was necessary.

“Let’s go get one,” you mumble dizzily. “A c-condom. There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Yunho frowns, looking at the clock on the wall.

“The library will be locked, won’t it? Don’t we have to lock up?”

You lean back in his lap, smiling.

“Yes. But I’ve got a key,” you chime.

The moment you stepped into the store, you immediately regretted it and felt all the horny escape you. Not really, but it was embarrassing as hell, and painfully obvious as to what you were doing here. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, his hand tightly clasping yours as he guided you toward the back.

You had a little trouble finding the condoms—it made you inexplicably happy when Yunho suggested asking the clerk as he didn’t know either, even though your answer was a firm NO—but eventually found the rack next to the sex pills and cold sore cream.

Hot.

Yunho squints, and you cross your arms impatiently. You grab a box and shake it.

“It’s not a shoe store, here,” you mumble, pushing the box into his hand. Yunho glances over the label and smirks, tossing it back on the shelf. You want to ask what the hell is so funny when you’re so fucking wet your panties are sticking to your thighs, but then he finally makes a choice and puts the box in your hands. Oh.

Oh.

XXL. Makes sense.

You make him grab a few more things as though that makes the purchase less shameful. When you go to check out, you look everywhere but at the clerk—until he has the audacity to speak to the man holding your hand, very obviously purchasing condoms so the two of you can go fuck in a library.

“Finals week?” the guy says. Yunho slides his card across the counter and squeezes your hand.

“Finals week,” he nods.

“I just realized we could’ve gone to my apartment,” you say, unlocking the library door. Yunho leaned against the wall, unwrapping the candy he’d apparently decided on last minute. A red round sucker. “It’s only a few minutes away.”

You’d been given a key to the library your second year here, as you were a trusted student who often pulled all nighters—and you lived in the shitty part of campus where the power often went out. You were aware this was a total abuse of that power, but you figured if you showed Yunho to Ms. Lin, she’d understand.

“Yeah, well, my fantasies during puberty weren’t at apartments,” Yunho shrugs, holding the door for you. You head inside and find your table, where you drop the bag of your purchased items. Yunho grabs it, immediately fishing out the box.

“Very boy of you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess, the hot librarian offers to help you find your dick? Is that part of the dewey decimal system?”

Yunho smiles. “Can we get back to you whining for me to fuck you? I liked that.”

“I was not—”

Your freakishly tall study partner grabs your wrist, tugging you against him. You swallow and look up, lips parted at the sudden contact.

“Not what?” he asks. You blink, but something is suddenly pushing at your lips. You open dumbly, feeling too obedient as you take whatever he’s putting in your mouth apparently. The taste of artificial cherry makes you grimace.

Yunho backs you up to the table, crowding you against it. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheek, thumbs brushing below your ears. You realize you’ve been staring at him wordlessly, sucker in your mouth.

“How’s it taste?” he asks.

“Good,” you mumble. It doesn’t taste good, you hate cherry, but if Jeong Yunho puts something in your mouth, you love it, you decide. Cherry is your new favorite flavor.

“I doubted if they sold gags, so,” he chuckles. “This’ll do.”

You frown, but he takes the stick of the sucker before you can respond.

“Open,” he says. You open.

You see his eyes twinkle, almost like he can’t believe how well you’re listening to him. If only he knew you’d do anything he asked.

Rather than pull it out, Yunho rubs the sucker around your mouth. He coats your tongue with the sticky flavor, then the inside of your cheek. By the time he pulls it out, you don’t realize you’re drooling, mouth open for him.

He pops the sucker in his own mouth, just like his fingers, and you shudder. Then he’s slipping his hands beneath your skirt, pushing your panties down your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you ask softly, more curious than concerned. Yunho takes the sucker out and kisses your cheek, then your lips. You can taste it on his tongue, just like yours.

Something sticky and wet prods at your clit and you gasp, but Yunho wraps an arm around your waist and keeps you from pulling away. You squeak helplessly in shock, caught between mind numbing bliss and disbelief. He’s rubbing the bulbous head of the sucker against your clit.

“Shh…figure it’s too risky to eat you out properly,” he hums in your ear, crushing you to his chest. You squirm, though not out of discomfort.

You have no idea how to react, hands gripping his sweater as he holds you in place. The candy feels warm and sticky, sliding through your cunt juices as he teases you with it.

“I wasn’t going to,” he says, voice strained as though he’s doing all he can to hold back. “But I saw it and…well fuck, baby, if I’m honest, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to try and fuck yourself on a piece of candy.”

You whine and bury your head against his shoulder, because you fucking are. You are desperate enough to try, because he slides the candy between your lips and you jolt when it brushes your hole.

“F-Fuck, Yunho,” you gasp, nails digging into fabric. You hear him laugh, and it sounds so fucking cocky, like he knew you’d end up like this, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you work yourself to ruin on a piece of candy.

He slides it beneath the hood of your clit, twisting the stick in his fingers. Your knees buckle, but he’s gripping you tight. He works it like a toy, rubbing up and down, focusing on your clit until you’re nearly there before he moves it again. It didn’t feel this big when it was in your mouth, but you’ve never wanted something inside you so bad.

“Oh my god,” you moan, thighs clamping together. It doesn’t stop his hand, or the candy, the rounded tip pushing against your hole. He starts rolling it again, and you gasp as you feel yourself snapping inside, the hot neediness spilling over the edges. You try to warn him, but only manage to squeak.

“Are you…are you cumming on a fucking lollipop?” Yunho asks, voice filled with awe. You nod.

Your ears ring, your vision blurs, and you feel something pushing against your mouth. It’s Yunho’s hand you realize, but you can’t stop, can’t stop shaking and screaming and there’s something wet on your cheeks.

You haven’t had a proper orgasm in months, maybe even a year, and were it not for Yunho holding you up, you’re pretty damn sure you would’ve fainted.

When you open your eyes, Yunho is laughing quietly and hugging you tight, rubbing your back.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asks, sounding concerned and impressed. You sniff and nod, using the back of your hand to wipe your cheeks. Yunho cups your face and uses his thumbs to clean you up. You were crying.

“I’m sorry, jesus, I didn’t think it was that bad,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You realize then that the damn sucker is in his mouth.

You whine, yanking him forward until you’re kissing him. It’s clumsy, but he takes the sucker out and tosses it on the table behind you. You begin working desperately at his jeans, and hear him release a cherry flavored groan.

“Still gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, keeping his lips against yours.

“God yes,” you say in a shaky voice. “P-Please.”

“I can do that,” Yunho breathes. He places a large hand on the softness of your belly, gently pushing you back.

Yunho towers over you, one hand moving to cup your thigh and open you up so he can stand between them. The other goes to his jeans, and you find yourself biting your lip and digging your nails into your palms.

XXL?

“Since you look like you’re about to fucking eat me,” Yunho says with a laugh, “why don’t you do it? Hm? When’s the last time you put a condom on?”

You feel yourself blush at having been caught, but sit up to snatch the box near you.

“Asshole,” you mutter, refusing to give him a proper answer.

Your hands are too shaky to open the box, so you end up ripping it down the side, condoms spilling out. You sigh anyway and grab one, slipping the foil packet between your teeth. You move your hands to his jeans, and realize that for the first time…you’re nervous.

Until now your brain had been sex focused; it still was, but your post orgasm clarity made you realize how fucking desperate you looked. You roughly popped open the button of his jeans.

Yunho was so damn tall that his hips were practically level with your face whilst you were on the short table. This meant that, as soon as you’d tugged his boxers down, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

XXL.

For a moment you were too dumbstruck—why did they bother sculpting the soft dicks when the hard ones could look like…this? All veins and smooth skin and a pink mushroom head that looked perfectly designed for…use. You wanted it in your mouth. But he hadn’t technically put his mouth on you, and you were both in a library, and right now you were starting to get a little shaky at the idea of this thing going anywhere near your neglected pussy, so you swallowed your resolve and took the condom from between your teeth.

Yunho watched as you struggled to tear open the packet, biting your lower lip in frustration. You finally got it open, sighing as you placed the rubber at the tip. He grabbed your hands then, and you paused. Shit. Were you doing this wrong?

“We don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles softly, cupping your chin. “You wanna stop right now? We stop. Not trying to ruin the mood, just want you to know it’s okay.”

You shake your head.

“I’m okay, thanks,” you say quietly. “It’s just…fuck, Yunho.”

He laughs, his little ego having returned just a bit, you wanted to roll your eyes and kiss him at the same time. He bites his lower lip and strokes his thumb over yours.

“I’ll be gentle,” he hums. “You can take it for me.”

Fuck. Yes, you absolutely can.

Yunho guides you onto your back, though you settle on your elbows, propped up for him. You watch as he squeezes the rest of the lube from the packet onto his cock, giving a few tugs before nodding at you. You weren’t sure if you were excited or scared, but there were two heartbeats and one was between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart and guides his cock forward. You lick your lips and let your knees fall open, bunching your skirt around your waist, offering yourself to him. Yunho sucks in air through his teeth and curses.

“So fucking pretty,” he hums, supporting his weight on one palm as he brushes his cock against you. You shiver as the cold lube is smeared around your sensitive cunt. “Knew it from the day I saw you freshman year in a skirt just like this one. Thought I was gonna die when you smiled at me.”

“I didn’t know you remembered,” you mumbled. You were so nervous your first day, which wasn’t helped by the hot guy who approached you and asked if you were lost. Apparently you could stop feeling ashamed for having mind fucked him back then.

“Of course I do,” Yunho chuckles, teasing the head of his cock up and down your slit. “So cute, how you blushed when I talked to you. You still do that, you know.”

“Shut up,” you mutter. Yunho laughs, then licks his lips.

“Gonna put it in now. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says. You nod.

The swollen head of his cock catches on your hole, and Yunho uses his weight to lean forward and urge himself inside. It aches a bit, not just from the size but fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had something more than your own fingers in you. Your thoughts go from not so bad to okay damn to holy fuck there’s more? Because he keeps pushing and you keep taking, and you feel every inch of him filling your insides while his body offers more.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” Yunho whines, still gripping the base of his cock as he guides it into you. Your head falls back and you curse at nothing; his cock is somehow too big but perfectly sized at the same time and you’ve never felt so god damn full. “Look at you, that needy little cunt is swallowing me babygirl. Keep fucking taking it.”

His words make you dizzy, and you whine when he’s finally fully seated. You feel heavy, pinned to the table, as though you can’t move. You reach down and feel the rigid sides of his cock, shocked to feel just how much is inside you.

“How’s that, beautiful?” Yunho asks. He places both palms on the table, either side of your body, and you tense. If he started thrusting, it would fuck you up.

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Big, but good.”

“Knew you could take it. 'm gonna fuck you now. Stop me if you need to," he murmurs. You can take it.

"I can take it," you nod. He smiles, kissing you once, then twice.

You squeak as Yunho begins fucking you properly, ploughing into you hard and fast, moving with need and instinct rather than reason.

The table shakes with his heavy thrusts, pistoning into you so hard it makes you dizzy. You’re surprised you can take him like this, able to feel every inch of him when he’s seated inside, pressing deliciously on your walls.

Yunho ruts into you like an animal, unfortunately one with a very big cock as he struggles to keep every inch buried inside you. He wasn’t lying about not pulling out, as he refused to do so even when thrusting. You had no room to breathe, no chance for air, as he fucked into you repeatedly while trying to go deeper.

You’re at a loss for words, lips parted, eyes following his expression and movements. He’s desperate in his own way, obviously holding back, though you don’t know from what. You consider encouraging him to let go—until he groans loudly and snaps his hips, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. So fucking…need you to hold still for me and take it,” he breathes. "Hold still. A-Almost done, fuck, keep taking it so good for me."

You do as he asks without question, clinging to his shoulders, nose to nose with Jeong Yunho as he forces his cock as far as it can go in your body and begins to pump a thin condom full of cum that should be you.

Yunho takes a few moments to breathe, arms shaking where he holds himself up on the table. You run a hand through his damp hair, watching as he moans softly and leans into your touch.

“You okay?” you giggle. He nods, tilting his head to kiss your palm.

“Just…You’re so fucking perfect. Want more of you if you’ll let me, wanna make you feel good every day," he says.

You blink at the surprising tenderness of his words, feeling they were more than sex related. You wanted to ask questions, but right now, you were both sticky with sweat and fucked out on a library table that would need to be wiped down with holy water.

You separated, which left you shuddering from the sudden cold emptiness inside of you. Yunho exhaled sharply, waiting a few moments before removing the condom and tying it off.

You both cleaned up and fixed your clothes as best you could—though you stuffed your panties in your bag because the sticky wetness was a little much.

“Do you want to come over?” you ask, making sure your skirt is covering your ass. “You know. To clean up.”

Yunho smiles, which makes you smile, and then you’re blushing and cursing at yourself. He nods and brushes your cheek with his knuckle.

“Sounds good,” he hums. You beam and gesture for him to follow you. Yunho watches as you collect your things with shaky legs, smiling to himself.

You were so damn pretty. Intelligent. He’d noticed right away that you were someone he was going to want.

He grabbed his own bag and walked past the table, pausing as he stepped on something.

The sucker.

You crinkle your nose when you notice it, too.

“Guess we need to throw that away,” you mumble. He nods, bending down and picking it up. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds.

What a good idea it had been.

He slips it into his pocket, for the memories.

Memories like, your name. Your favorite color. That skirt you wore on your first day. Apartment 2B, where you lived. You like the right side of the bed, don’t you? Yunho likes the left side.

The last man you slept with—11 months, 1 week, and 4 days ago.

Yunho hated that one.

You had waffles for breakfast this morning. You usually have oatmeal. You sleep with a nightlight on.

You’re afraid of the dark.

“You coming?” you ask with a shy smile, pausing at the door. Yunho looks up. You didn’t see him slip the sucker in his pocket. You never notice things like that.

“Yeah,” he says. He follows you out the door and waits for you to lock up. Then, without thinking too much of it, he takes your hand. You don’t pull away. Your hand is small compared to his, and he squeezes it. You squeeze back.

You like hot showers.

You sound so pretty when you moan, especially when you think you’re alone.

Your bathroom window is never locked.

You're never alone.

Yunho has a good memory when it comes to you.

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joongieology · 2 days ago

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My Wife? My Wife. | Park Seonghwa

Pairing: Husband!Seonghwa x Wife!Reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!! jealousy, possessive!Seonghwa, simp!Seonghwa, cussing, nudity, mention of worshipping, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), endearments (let me know if I missed something!)

Sypnosis: You're at a Gala waiting for your husband, when you bumped into someone you knew from your university days. To say your husband was jealous would be an understatement.

Note: This is the first time I wrote smut...hope you'll like it!!

Disclaimer: The following content is a work of fiction and does NOT represent the written member in any way. You're responsible for the content you consume.

You're standing on the marble floor of one of the biggest hotel around the world, with your mask in place, and your hand gliding over the slightly wrinkled part of your beautiful red dress, attempting to straighten it.

You're at a Masquerade Gala today, your 'husband' nowhere in sight. He did say he's going to be late—well, technically, his secretary did—but you still felt nervous and out of place. You looked around, everyone wearing a mask, but you're sure that these people are very important people, just like your husband.

You're husband is the young CEO of a big food company, passed down to him by his father, who retired early to 'enjoy the rest of his life'. You, on the other hand, is the heir to your mother's famous fashion brand.

You both never really did anything like other couples do, because your marriage was just out of convenience for both companies, but of course, you have to act like the perfect couple in public, under the watchful gaze of thousands of people who knew you both. Being the children of your popular parents certainly isn't as wonderful as others think.

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone gave you a tap on the shoulder. You turned around, facing the masked man with two glasses of wine in his hands. He looks familiar.

"Want one?" He asked, pushing one of the glasses towards you.

"Thanks." You took the glass with a small smile, not wanting to seem rude, though, you wouldn't drink it, the fear of getting poisoned again made you wary of other people offering you food or drinks. Does he recognize me?

Back then, you were at a party organized by your mother, when one of her friends' daughter offered you a glass of champagne. Not thinking much, you drank it without hesitation, but it tasted weird and bitter. Suddenly, you had the urge to puke, and good thing you did, because it contained some kind of cleaning substance. Your mother noticed you immediately among the crowd and brought you to the hospital before anything worse could happen. Later, you found out she did that out of jealousy. Ever since then, you never ate anything anyone gave you, unless you saw it being prepared.

He tapped you slightly on your arm this time, waking you back to reality.

"Are you okay?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"Y-yes." You choked out a forced chuckle.

"Do you remember me? It's Joong." He confessed, seeing the wariness in your eyes.

With that, your eyes widened and you suddenly found yourself hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you too, smiling a little.

"Oh my gosh! It's been so long!" You were ecstatic to meet him again, your college best buddy. You two always hung out back in your univeristy days, whether while studying, or doing club activities, you were always with him, and him too.

He pulled away from the hug, chuckling, tucking the fallen strand of hair from your bun, behind your ear.

"Yes, it has, indeed. We've both been very busy." That's true, after graduating university, you both had to work for your parents' company, not having time to hang out or catch up with each other anymore.

Suddenly, you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Startled, you looked up at the person, then sighed of relief.

Park Seonghwa.

Even with a masquerade mask on, you still recognized him. How would I not recognize the man I love?

"So it was true." Your gaze shifted upon Hongjoong who was smirking, looking at Seonghwa's arms around your waist then back to meet Seonghwa's eyes.

"It is, of course. You thought you had a chance?" Seonghwa's mocking tone with a mix of anger confused you. What the hell are they talking about?

Before you had the chance to ask, your husband took your hand and pulled you to the elevator.

You looked up at him while he's just staring at the elevator's door, eyes sharp, his grip on your wrist like steel.

When the elevator opened, he dragged you to a room, tapping the card on the lock. He didn't even bother to turn on the lights before pinning you against the wall.

"You think you can just flirt with whoever the fuck you want when I'm not around?" His face so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

"I wasn't flirting with him, I was just—" before you could finish your sentence, he buried his face on the crook of your neck and wrapped his hands around you, inhaling your scent then started planting small kisses from your neck to your shoulder blades.

"You're"—kiss—"mine,"—kiss—"you got that?" His stare made you feel butterflies on your stomach. He was so close that you can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, your body starting to feel hot too.

"God, I've been wanting you for so long." He uttered with his deep voice, looking at your lips then back to your eyes. His lips mere inches away from yours.

Fuck.

You couldn't hold back anymore. You crashed your lips to his, moaning at the feeling of his lips against yours. You felt him smile before he started kissing you passionately, like a man starved for days.

His hands started roaming around your body, hands touching every inch of your skin, leaving not an inch untouched. He took a hold of your hips, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. When you did, he walked over to the bed, gently laying you down with him on top, not breaking the kiss.

He unzipped your dress, pulling it down then throwing it somewhere in the room. Then, he removed his clothes one by one, leaving both of you in your underwear. That's when he broke the kiss to look at you.

"God, you're fucking beautiful, so damn beautiful, like always." He couldn't help but repeat his praises towards you, finally saying the things he failed to tell you before. He knew he wasn't a good husband to you, and you deserved better, which he, will become better for you. He was the one who planned for you to marry him, kneeling in front of his father, asking for permission to marry you. You didn't know the lengths he had to go through in order to get married to you, and he planned to keep it a secret forever. He would never let others have you.

He started kissing you again, moving over to your neck and all over your stomach, then he came face to face with your clothed core.

"May I?" He asked for your permission first. He would never do anything to you if you're not comfortable with it. He respects you above else.

When you gave him a nod, he gave you a kiss on the forehead first before he unclasped your bra and removing it.

He was looking directly at your eyes while removing your panties and crashing his lips to your wet pussy, finally tasting you. You moaned in surprise, feeling the soft pillowy lips of his against your bare core. You felt his tongue lick long stripes from your core to your clit, then he slowly put in a finger inside you. He started slow, gradually incresing in speed.

Your moans were like music to his ears, something he can listen to 24/7. Even the feel of your hands pulling on his hair felt oh so good. Fuck, he could worship your body all day if you'd let him.

He sucked on your clit then added another finger inside you, his other hand busy fondling with your breasts.

"Honey, faster please." You plead breathlessly. He was taken aback by the endearment, but it sure as hell made him harder.

"My pleasure, wife." He smirked against your clit before sucking it harder and fingering you faster.

He felt your pussy tigthen around his fingers, indicating that you're nearing your orgasm. He moved over to your breast, sucking each of them alternately without his finger stopping.

"Fu-fuck, I'm cumming—" your orgasm hits you before you can even finish your sentence.

Slowly removing his finger inside you, he hugged you while you catch your breath, his head on top of yours. That's when he pulled back and looked at you with a suggestive smile.

"Care for another round?"

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unicornsannie · 2 days ago

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Hear me out.... cowgirl with Seonghwa

Seonghwa sometimes likes you to bounce on his cock at a normal pace but he's good at losing his patience and moving your ass himself.🎀

#ateez fanfic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez fluff #atz x reader #ateez #ateez drabbles #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa

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outlawzia · 2 days ago

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You drive me crazy!

F1 driver! Choi san x news anchor/ commentator! reader.

When you post an negative article about a famous F1 Driver and things get a little out of control and you accidentally get to evolved into his life.

cw: SMAU Lowkey enemies to lovers, i don't know much about f1 okay just basics :/ , nsfw could happen, san is really bratty but reader is just as shady, trust issues, angst(?) we'll see, definitely mature content and mature language, kinda of wrong depiction about both f1 and news workers for the sake of the fic, crack fic.

Author's note: Heyy!!! thank you for reading this leave a like and reblog it helps alot!! btw english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes :(. Send questions i love to talk! tell me if you want taglist too!

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yeomongi · 3 days ago

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Yunho size kink pleaseseeeeeeeeeeee

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 — ᡣ𐭩

genre: smut !!! MDNI, 18+ content below cut

pairing: yunho x you

word count: 1k-1.5k ??

warnings: unprotected sex , fingering, SIZE KINK, praise kink if you squint, rough sex, yunho is a tiny bit mean, BUT there’s sweet aftercare :3 , cumming inside, y/n cried a bit, i think that’s all!!! No proofread

synopsis: yunho woke up and couldn’t help but notice how small you were next to him. he just couldn’t stop himself.

note: AFTER BEING GONE FOR ALMOST 2 MONTHS, IM FINALLY BACK!! i swear i had more requests than this but they’re gone 😔 anywho i hope you all enjoyed this!! reblogs and interactions appreciated! :3

you normally woke up early in the mornings, but today you felt a warm weight on top of you. you blinked open your eyes slowly, realizing yunho was nestled against you in bed. his strong arms were wrapped tightly around your small frame, one hand resting possessively on your waist. he seemed deep in sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful beside yours.

his eyes fluttered open suddenly, his gaze sharp as he took in your delicate features. his eyes flicked downwards, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "look at you..." he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "look how tiny you are next to me."

before you could respond, he reached out to brush his thumb over your chest, toying with the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. he let out a low groan, his fingers trailing lower until he grasped the hem of your shirt.

"such a little thing..." he murmured against your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "i bet i could break you in half..."

his grip on you tightened, holding you down as he pulled your shirt upwards, exposing your sensitive skin to his hungry gaze. he pinned you beneath him, eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.

he released your shirt, letting it fall back down to cover you just barely. he leaned back slightly, his hands moving down your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. his jaw clenched as he stared at you hungrily.

"you're so...small..." he bit out through gritted teeth, his muscles coiled like steel cables beneath his broad frame. "so small and delicate..."

he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide apart without ceremony, revealing everything to him. he stared at your most private place, his dark eyes devouring every inch. a rumble sounded low in his chest, primal and possessive.

"i can't…" he growled, trailing a solitary finger along your inner thigh. "i have to..."

he surged forward, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head, immobilizing you completely beneath him. his free hand found its way between your legs, his thick finger teasing your sensitive bud.

you squirmed beneath him, surprised by his sudden boldness. "Y-Yunho..." you stammered, trembling under his grip. He silenced you with a rough kiss, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to make your eyes water.

"shh..." he whispered against your lips, his voice low and commanding. "you're going to stay quiet, understand?" his fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you in the most intimate way. "god, you're so...tight..." he breathed out again, sounding utterly consumed by desire.

his thumb continued its relentless circling, his thick digit pushing deeper inside you. your legs shook beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation. "please..." you whispered, not knowing what else to say.

his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching even tighter. "please what?" he demanded, his voice dipping lower. "what do you want, sweetheart?"

without waiting for your response, he withdrew his hand suddenly, grinning wickedly. he ripped your sleep shorts off entirely, leaving you completely exposed to him. "so cute like this..." he grinned devilishly. "so small and helpless."

he spread your legs wider again, positioning himself between them. his hands found your hips once more, ready to claim you. "gonna fill you up so good…" he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.

he slammed into you, no warning, no gentleness. just raw, primal need. you cried out, your back arching off the bed as he filled you completely. he groaned deeply, his fingers digging crescents into your hips as he began to move. hard, powerful strokes that left you gasping.

"that's it, take it," he growled. "take every inch." his pace quickened, almost brutal, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside you. your small body rocked beneath his, completely at his mercy. "mine," he snarled possessively. "all mine."

tears pricked your eyes as he pounded into you relentlessly, almost painfully deep. he didn't seem to notice or care about your discomfort, intent only on his own release.

"shhhh..." he repeated, pushing harder, his lips seeking out yours again. this time more forcefully, claiming your mouth like he was claiming every other part of you.

your legs burned from the strain, overpowered by his massive size. you tried to wriggle away but he held you down firmly, refusing to let you escape. "be good for me," he rasped, voice rough like sandpaper. "take it.."

the pain turned to a searing pleasure-pressure that threatened to overwhelm you. hot tears trailed down your cheeks as your body shuddered beneath him. your muffled cries of discomfort blended with the lewd sounds of his body slamming against yours.

"shh, you like that don't you?" he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it roughly in time with his deep thrusts. the dual sensations pushed you closer to the edge, your hips bucking uncontrollably.

"you're close already?" he purred, his voice tinged with dark satisfaction at your undoing.

you nodded desperately, barely aware of what you were doing as your senses heightened, every nerve ending igniting under his merciless attentions. he sensed your impending release and doubled down, driving into you harder, faster.

"you're going to break, darling..." he murmured, his jaw tense as he watched you come completely undone. "gonna break my tiny little thing..."

the words pushed you past your limits, your back arching violently off the mattress as you cracked apart beneath him, waves of pure white-hot sensation crashing through every fiber of your being. your tiny frame spasming and clenching around him.

he let out a ragged growl, his body shuddering against you as he felt you tighten even more around him. "good girl..." he praised through gritted teeth, voice hoarse. "such a good girl when you're falling apart like this..."

he held still for a moment, buried deep inside you, panting heavily against your cheek. then he started again, more deliberate now, still possessive but also tenderer. his hands softened slightly on your waist, thumbs gently brushing over your sensitive waistline. "mine," he whispered again, softer now. "always mine."

once he'd ridden out his own release, he gently pulled you close, wrapping you securely in his arms. he placed soft kisses on your flushed skin, whispering sweet nothings as he ran his fingers through your hair. "are you okay?" he asked, his expression tender now, the dominant facade melting away.

he held you protectively as you both caught your breaths, your limbs entwined in the quiet aftermath. gently, he stroked your back and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead. a hand traced delicate patterns on your hip, an apology hidden beneath the affectionate touch.

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kisseudoll · 19 hours ago

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DRUNKEN LOVE. ──────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, your boyfriend gets drunk.. again.

◜ᯅ◝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 in park seonghwa + fluff 𝟎𝟎𝟎 && skin2skin, seonghwa is super clingy⟢ 𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖯𝖲&𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲

𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 + 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 & 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱

you and seonghwa get back from a small party your friends threw. seonghwa drank way past his limit, plopping onto the couch as soon as you opened the door. you attempted to turn the lock on the front door, but seonghwa pulls you close to his chest.

“come here..” he mutters against your skin. seonghwa’s once composed demeanor, suddenly gone the moment alcohol is in his system. when seonghwa is drink, he’s draped onto you, extremely clingy.

“you’re so warm” seonghwa mumbles, voice heavy with drowsiness.

you let out a soft laugh, running your hand gently through his hair. “maybe because you’re practically on top of me.”

seonghwa hums in response, not bothering to move. instead, he nuzzles closer, his lips brushing against your collarbone as he sighs contently.

“you smell so good.” seonghwa murmurs against your shoulder, pressing a lazy kiss along the skin. “so soft. so pretty. my pretty baby.”

his words onto grew heat to your cheeks. “seonghwa—”

“shh” seonghwa hushes you, placing a finger on your lips. “just let me love you.. okay?”

your heart absolutely clenches at how soft he looks, his usual sharp eyes—now half lidded and a bit hazy. seonghwa’s pouty lips parted, as if he was about to say something ridiculous, or something sweet to melt your heart.

“how did i get so lucky?” seonghwa whispers, fingers brushing against your cheek. “think i wanna hold you forever.”

you bite your lip, trying so hard to not melt. “you can hold me forever when you’re sober.”

seonghwa gasps, dramatically. “that’s mean.. i want you now.”

without any warning, seonghwa pulls you into his lap, your legs straddle his thighs. you can’t help but laugh as he buries his face in your neck, mumbling how much he loves you.

“i’m never ever letting you go.” seonghwa declares.

from her 2 you ◜ᯅ◝ : for my pretti milly @dollerin since we’re both in our seonghwa era. we # need dat ..

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323cutie · 2 days ago

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i’ve noticed how many biteable spots wy has (nose, neck, thighs, the HIP DIVOTS THAT I GUESS HE HAS) and i’m just worried one of these days someone is (consensually) gonna bite him a lot and leave marks. stay safe out there </3 -🫧

Hey so this is crazy and heartbreaking and miserable. but for the sake of going insane we're gonna talk about it!

i really think wooyo is possessive but in a fun playful way like. both of you know that neither of you are going anywhere (absolutely wrapped around each others fingers) but still... it's nice to let everyone know who you belong to and vice versa. hehe.

just imagining a pretty wooyoung on your bed, wrists tied together with one of your belts -- hands out of the way so you can leave whatever marks you want all over him <3. ohhh and all the little noises he'd make... kissing and sucking gorgeous purple bruises into the skin all over his chest and tummy, listening to his gasps and whines and the dirty words he can't hold back. hes not above begging, either.

running your tongue over those hip divots is what gets him really desperate though. so close but not close enough... "please, baby," he pleads, hips bucking up under your body. "need you so fucking bad, please, touch me."

you could, or you could play with him a little more. running a hand over the tent in his pants, a barely there touch, you say, "like this?"

"h-harder," wooyoung answers immediately, voice tight. "fuck, babe. you're gonna kill me. let me fuck you, yeah? please?"

you hum, pressing your lips together like you're thinking even though you've already made your decision. "...maybe later," you answer after a moment of silence, grinning at the whimper that leaves wooyoung's lips. you lean up just to nip at the tip of his nose. "hold still until i'm done and i'll let you do whatever you want to me."

#Do y'all get it. i'm cannibalistic when it comes to him #ur criminal for mentioning his hips btw nonnie. Criminal. jail time.#🫧 anon #🦌 answers #wooyo #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez wooyoung drabble #ateez wooyoung imagine #ateez wooyoung x reader #ateez wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung drabble #jung wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung imagine #jung wooyoung x reader

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holybibly · 4 hours ago

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NSFW link

Sometimes Yunho really does remind you of a puppy, especially when he's feeling extra needy and touch-hungry.

Or, Yunho is on tour, but he can still smell you on those cute panties he grabbed from your house.

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho x reader #jeong yunho x reader

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kathaelipwse · 2 days ago

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Stuck With You

Masterlist

<<<previous chapter | next chapter>>>

Pairing: CEO!J.Yunho x Secretary!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine

Warnings: Smau, Fluff, grumpy yunho, bickering, teasing, jealousy?!, tension-

Word count: 1.0k

Author's note: Hie lovies! I hope y'll are fine! Take care of yourselfff!! Enjoyyyy!!

Chapter 5: Tension Wrapped in Silk

The morning started with Yunho practically fleeing the bed and straight to the bathroom tho he tried to be very gentle and careful to not wake you up.

One second, you were warm and tangled up in your blankets, and the next, you were stirred awake by the abrupt loss of heat behind you. When you cracked your eyes open, Yunho was already out of bed, moving around the room and then straight off to the bathroom like a man with something to hide.

Correction: like a man running away.

You frowned, rubbing your sleepy eyes. What the hell was up with him?

By the time he emerged, showered and dressed, he barely looked in your direction. He cleared his throat and muttered a rushed, “Morning.”

That was it. No other words.

You quirked a brow. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was embarrassed. Flustered, even.

Which was weird, because it was Yunho, the one who barely even smiled.

Shaking your head, you decided not to push it. If he wanted to act weird, that was his problem.

But as it turned out—his problem was about to become yours.

Hours later, after dealing with event organizers and catching up with emails, you finally changed into your outfit for the evening.

It was a business event, so your dress was classy, elegant—professional.

But it was also a little more form-fitting than usual.

You stepped out of the bathroom just as Yunho was finishing adjusting his cufflinks, his eyes focused on his reflection in the mirror. He looked refined as always—black suit, crisp white shirt, silver rolex glinting under the hotel lights. Sharp. Effortlessly intimidating.

But then he turned.

And froze.

His fingers halted mid-movement over his cuffs, his entire posture stiffening like he’d just been sucker-punched in the gut.

You barely held back a smirk. “What?”

Yunho swallowed. Once. Twice. Then blinked—as if forcing himself to reset.

“Nothing.”

Nothing, my ass.

Because suddenly, Yunho wasn’t looking at his cuffs anymore.

He was looking at you.

And not in his usual, observant, calculating way.

No—this was different.

His gaze dragged over your form, heavy, slow, darkening with something unreadable. The way his eyes lingered, the way his lips parted slightly—it was dangerous.

Something about his stare made the air feel thicker.

And it only got worse when he cleared his throat, snapping his attention back to his cufflink like it physically hurt him to keep looking at you. “We should go,” he said, voice slightly rougher than before.

You smirked. Interesting.

-- At the Event

Yunho was acting weird.

Not in the awkward, avoiding-you kind of way he had been this morning. No.

Now? Now he was hovering.

You noticed it first when you were talking to a few executives. He stood beside you, silent but present. At first, it was nothing out of the ordinary. Yunho always exuded a certain dominance in a room. His presence alone was enough to command attention.

But then, when one of the men laughed a little too much at your joke, Yunho shifted closer.

Then, when another lightly touched your arm during a conversation, Yunho’s jaw twitched.

Then, when yet another executive leaned in—just slightly—to compliment you, Yunho placed a hand on the small of your back.

You almost flinched. Almost.

His palm was warm. Firm. A barely-there touch that sent something sharp down your spine.

But when you glanced up at him, his expression was unreadable, eyes focused ahead as if he hadn’t just claimed possession of you in the middle of a crowded event hall.

Oh, Yunho.

You were so onto him.

Back at the Hotel

You barely made it through the door before kicking off your heels with a dramatic sigh.

“You were acting weird tonight.”

Behind you, Yunho scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he loosened his tie. “You’re imagining things.”

You turned, arms crossed. “Oh, really? So the whole ‘possessive hand on my back’ moment—just my imagination?”

Yunho stilled—just for a second. A flicker of hesitation. Then, as fast as it appeared, it was gone. “I was just making sure you weren’t uncomfortable.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Uncomfortable? Or were you uncomfortable watching me talk to other men?”

Yunho exhaled sharply, pulling at the knot of his tie with a little more force than necessary. “Go to sleep.”

You ignored him, stepping closer “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

Yunho tensed.

Your voice dropped slightly, teasing. “Do you want to know what one of them told me?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t care.”

You smirked, knowing full well that he did.

“He said I looked breathtaking tonight.”

Silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

Yunho just stared at you, dark eyes unreadable, lips parted like he wanted to say something—but didn’t.

Then—before you could react—he took a step forward.

Your breath hitched. You instinctively moved back.

Another step.

Your back hit the wall.

Your heart pounded.

His voice was low. Too low. “I told you to go to sleep.”

His hand lifted, fingers barely brushing against your jaw—lingering.

His gaze flickered to your lips.

Your stomach flipped.

The air between you was thick, electric—and then, just as fast, it was gone.

Because Yunho ripped himself away, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Forget it,” he muttered.

And just like that, he stormed into the bathroom—again—leaving you standing there, breathless and burning from head to toe.

But this time, you weren’t the only one affected.

Because Yunho?

Yunho had almost kissed you.

And he knew it.

...TO BE CONTINUED.

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minisugakoobies · 2 days ago

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“you can kiss me, you know.” sorry to be soft with my prompt but you KNOW I’m the queen of fluff hehehehe. Do with this as you will - with Yunho or Hyunjin? 🥺🥺 - @bookyeom

I'd happily write you a million fluffy fics! My mind immediately jumped to Yunho for this. I hope you enjoy 💕💕

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Snowflakes flutter through the crisp air as Yunho walks you home. It's not far from the train stop to your apartment, which is nowhere near close to Yunho's stop. Yet he always insists in walking you to your door - has ever since the first time the two of you hung out all those years ago.

His arm bumps into yours with a regular rhythm as he walks on the curb side of the sidewalk, shielding you from the street like a gentleman. Normally, you'd pay the jostling no mind. But tonight, every light brush of him against you has you feeling warm.

Tonight, Yunho had taken you out on a date. After years of you wondering, of being afraid to test the waters, Yunho just jumped right in and made the first move and asked you out. Any of the fears you'd had about the night disappeared minutes in, when Yunho told you how happy he was that you'd agreed to go out.

"You thought I'd say no?" you'd asked him over your drink.

He'd nodded, looking serious as he answered. "Yeah. I got worried and thought maybe I'd misread things and you don't like me like I like you."

His honest admission had momentarily knocked the breath from you. There he went again, taking the leap. He'd always been the braver of the two of you. You felt the need to catch up.

"I guess I'll have to be more obvious in the future," you'd said, placing your hand on his. You held your breath as Yunho met your eye for a moment. Then he'd changed the subject. The rest of the night flew by. And now, as your evening comes to an end and he stands beside your door, making sure you get inside safely, Yunho waits.

The lock clicks, and you push the door open a little before turning back to him. You're used to having Yunho's attention, but tonight it feels stronger, more focused, and you find yourself stumbling over your words.

"Um, thanks for walking me home. I had - I had a really good time tonight."

He nods, corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Me too."

A swath of yellow light from the hallway falls across his face, making his eyes shine as he gazes at you. This is what he always does when he walks you home - stands right outside your doorway just like this - but something's different now. There's a charge in the air that has you leaning forward, drawn to the sparks.

"I should probably say good night," Yunho murmurs, but he moves towards you, rather than away. His eyes linger on yours, then on your mouth, and again you feel that tug, that urge to fall into him.

"Yunho," you say, reaching out to play with one of the buttons on his coat, "you can kiss me, you know."

He slides his arms around your waist at that, pulling you to him.

"I can?" he asks with a teasing grin that only gets wider when you nod. "Mmm, I don't know. Can you be a little more obvious about it?"

"Stop," you groan, but you're giggling anyway, unable to stop even as his breath warms your lips, "don't make me change my m-"

Yunho dives in.

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blue5ummer · 21 hours ago

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First hongjoong's series that I'm SO in love with I don't want to gatekeep I want people to know this series like IT'S SO GOOD GUYS U SHOULD ALSO READ IT🤧😭✨💞

Popular, Boy - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Nerd!Hongjoong x Popular!Reader

Genre: +18, slow burn, angst, smut, drama, dark academic, love triangle.

General warnings: Cursing, verbal abuse, bullying, emotional manipulation, class disparity, power dynamics, toxic relationships, jealousy, mild alcohol and drug use, smut (MDN!!) Individual warnings for each chapter will be included.

Synopsis: When nerdy and desperate for acceptance, Kim Hongjoong pleads for your help to climb the social ladder. You see the opportunity to take advantage of him, and everytime you see him begging on his knees. You can't say no to him.

"That's your dream... to be popular?"

"Yes! I will lie for you, I will sell my soul for you, I... I'll kill for you, I will do anything for you. Just... please, please make me popular."

Release: 12.22.24

☆Join Popular, Boy Taglist: Here

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Chapters:

☆01: The first beg.

☆02: The first claim.

☆03: The first betrayal.

☆04: The first surrender.

☆05: The first fracture.

☆06: The first move.

☆07: The first breakdown.

☆08: The first lie.

☆11: The first truth. Coming soon

☆09: The first heartbreak.

☆10: The first wound

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sanhwalvr · 1 day ago

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when san is horny and he can’t seem to hold back his desire and pure need for you…

so when you’re having a conversation and he starts undoing your buttons, kissing your neck, his hands wandering, and he urges you to continue talking, but you can’t concentrate. you start breathing heavily and your words getting cut off, your mind slowly going blank. and little did you know it turns san on even more and his cock is getting harder (if it’s even possible) because he likes seeing you in a mess and the way that you’re acting right now shows how much he affects you and how much power and control he has, and he might just cum in his pants if he keeps thinking about it and how easily you submit to him.

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another-random-fanfic-blog · 2 days ago

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Saving them, Saved me

Warnings: 18 plus (future chapters may have smut, unknown), swearing, violence, blood, gore, torture.

This is unedited, I will go back and edit later

Masterlist

“Enjoy your time,” the man chuckled as he locked the door behind you, leaving you to stare at the six hybrids on their knees, mouths gagged, heads bowed, and arms behind their backs.

You throw your bag on the chair by the door and kick your heels off, stalking towards the hybrids, examining their features as you walk. Each was dressed differently, some type of gimmick, what you assume to be a dog hybrid, probably Doberman given the ears, dressed almost like a fairy. Make up was used to make his skin lighter, yet the birthmark near his left eye remained uncovered. He had delicate features and just by staring at his physical appearance, it was easy to see why he was a fairy, chin length black hair pinned back made a striking contrast to the pale makeup on his face, his body draped with fake flowers and white see-through cloth, and shimmering highlights on the apples of his cheeks made his look otherworldly. Next to him must have been a big cat, you couldn’t tell if he was a jaguar or leopard, but he had black ear letting you know he was born with a melanistic version, a ‘black panther,’ a rare animal to find in hybrids. He was extremely regal, draped in cream cloth and gold adornments and chains, making him look like a prince you would see in fantasy games. He too had long black hair, chin length that contrasted the stark white makeup on his face, though looking further down his body, you could see the honey colored skin that suited him, glancing at the other hybrids, they were in similar situations regarding the make-up. The next hybrid was built more muscular than the others, he was dressed as a boxer, with bruises and cuts on his face and body, it didn’t take a keen eye to tell those injuries were real and not painted on. He had cat like eyes that kept glancing at you before looking away. The ears on his head were similar to the prince hybrid, which meant he was a ‘black panther’ as well, you just couldn’t tell the species.

Next came another canine hybrid. This time, it was easy to see he was a wolf, his ears pointed and at attention. This hybrid was tall, taller than the rest, probably about 6”1, he was dressed in oversized clothes that pulled away far enough to show glimpses of the muscles underneath. He looked like a boyfriend type, the kind of person you'd cuddle with, in hybrid form. Following him was a fox hybrid, smaller than the others he too had feline like eyes despite being a canine hybrid, dressed in all black it matched his black hair, making his orange ears stand out brightly. His black clothes were sheer, making him look like a stripper or 'entertainer' for hire. He kept his eyes down but squirmed against his restraints as you moved past him. The last in the room was the smallest in stature but seemed to have the biggest presence. This was a squirrel hybrid, dressed like a pirate, even though he wasn’t looking at you, you could see the anger and defiance in his eyes, his muscles taunt as he waited for what was to come. It was interesting seeing a prey hybrid mixed with predators, something you didn’t see outside of fighting rings. He had a sharp nose and plump lips that weren’t just wrapped around the ball gag in his mouth, but were held in a type of snarl, the only way he could really show his feelings without being hurt. He was also the only one without his hands tied behind him.

“You,” you say, stopping in front of the squirrel hybrid, “on the bed now.”

His jaw clenched under the gag as he stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting on it carefully, still not looking at you.

“Scoot up towards the headboard,” you order, watching as he moves up, “arms out to the side so I can cuff them.”

He moves without a sound, defeat in his eyes and body posture as you cuff his one hand to the bed post, climbing on the bed to do his other, seeing his ears moving with as you move away. You position yourself over his hips, holding yourself just high enough that you don’t touch him, but low enough that no one could tell if they came to look. Leaning closer to the squirrel, you remove his gag and move your head so it looks like you are kissing him.

“I’m here to help you,” you whisper, seeing his eyes move to yours, “can they hear anything on these cameras? Nod or shake your head just barely.” He shakes his head with such imperceptible movement you almost miss it. Moving your head to make it look like you are biting his neck you speak again. “Do they come to check on what’s happening in here?” Another small shake, “a rescue team is incoming, just another minute. How do you usually act when you are in here with someone?”

“I don’t…this is our first time put in here. Normally, we are in the punishment room,” the squirrel whispers to you.

“Then I need you to try to tug your arms in a way that no one will notice they aren’t really cuffed, but make it look like you are struggling against me, you are a defiant hybrid, they expect you to struggle.” You mutter, the squirrel nods his head carefully and pulls on his restraints gently. Just as you open your mouth again, he speaks.

“Jongho ‘n Mingi.”

“What?”

“They took Jongho and Mingi, leave me here and find them, please,” he pleads looking in your eyes.

“Closing in,” you hear in your ear.

“I’m going to help all of you, and I will find Jongho and Mingi for you,” you state sitting up, just as the door bursts open.

“Room clear, continue checking the others.” Someone yells as you climb off the squirrel.

“Get these ones to medical,” you order the people remaining in the room while the squirrel sits up on the bed, looking around with a mix of fear, anger, and hope. “What kind of hybrids are they?”

“Bear and rabbit.” You nod in reply.

“Keep them together; I’m going to find their friends.”

You walk out of the room and continue down the hall, radioing to everyone that you were looking for a bear hybrid named Jongho and a rabbit named Mingi. You look in every room you pass, and the revulsion inside of you grows as you see abused hybrid after abused hybrid.

“Found the hybrids you were looking for,” a voice says through your earpiece, “the bear is in the fighting ring…it’s not looking good, but medical is on the way, the other hybrid was in some type of torture room, same status as the bear, maybe worse.”

“I’ll be there in 2.” You reply as you continue down the hallway, remembering the layout of the facility from the blueprints you looked at before coming here.

When you arrive at the fighting ring, you see a bloody lump lying in the center of the arena. Medical teams approaching the hybrid that’s barely able to open his eyes. He has round cheeks and short red hair, though it’d hard to tell the real color with all the blood soaking it. There isn’t an inch of his body that doesn’t have cuts or bruise on it from your point of view. Ignoring the others around you, you approach the hybrid.

“Jongho,” you call out as you enter his line of sight, seeing his eyes barely make it to yours as they fight to stay open, “your friends are safe, and you’ll be seeing them soon.”

With that message, any strength and bravery that he was attempting to hold on to left his body as he let out a sob before passing out from pain, blood loss, or both.

“Once we stabilize him, we will be moving him to the hospital. He will be needing surgery,” the medic states, not taking his eyes off his patient.

“The hybrids from the room I was in and one other named Mingi are his pack, they get placed in the same room for recovery, no arguments,” you reply, walking away so no one can try to argue with you on your orders.

Continuing down the hall, you head towards the punishment rooms. Honestly, none of these hybrids have done anything that would justify punishment, especially these types of punishments, but torture room doesn’t sound as appealing to customers. Some hybrids are sent to these places for crying too much, breathing too loud, looking too pretty, or just existing at the wrong time. What you wouldn’t give for the law to allow you to force these ‘customers’ to endure the same thing the hybrids did, eye for an eye punishment. When you walk in, the scene in front of you is heartbreaking. The rabbit hybrids, who is probably 6”0 is sobbing for them to ‘stop’ and ‘not touch him.' His back looks like ribbons from the whips that were used on him as he hangs from the ceiling by his arms.

“Let him down slowly, don’t just drop his arms,” you say to the people untying the rope. They nod and slowly lower him so his feet touch the ground, then stop, knowing that if they don’t gradually lower his arms, he will be in even more pain from the sudden change in position of his muscles.

“Mingi,” you say, standing in front of the hybrid, getting his attention instantly. You want to reach up and wipe his tears away, but you know you can’t touch him. “Your friends asked me to look for you, a squirrel hybrid, he-“

“Hongjoong!” Mingi cries out, trying to look around for his friend.

“Hongjoong? Is that the name of the squirrel?” You ask, gaining Mingi’s attention once more and earning a nod. You watch as his arms lower a little more and he winces, so you decide to take his mind off the pain coming towards him. “I met Jongho as well, he’s getting treatment as we speak, and you’ll see him soon.”

“He’s our maknae,” Mingi sniffs.

“Hmm, I met some others, can you tell me their names as well?” He nods in response, “Great, what about the fox?”

“Wooyoung.”

“And the wolf?”

“Yunho, my best friend.”

“That’s fantastic, he’s okay as well. How about, the Doberman? I think he’s a Doberman.”

“Yeosang.”

“There were two panther hybrids, one has long black hair-”

“Seonghwa, jaguar hybrid, the other is San a leopard hybrid.”

“Great,” you nod as you steady Mingi on his feet, his arms having been lowered to his side during your conversation. “We are going to get you help, then get you to your friends ok, the medics here will take care of you.”

You motion for the medics to come over, and when you look back at Mingi, he’s staring at you with the biggest, saddest eye’s you’ve ever seen. He watches as you walk away from him to the people who found him in the room, the ones that were talking to the medics. He doesn’t want to move his eyes from you even as he’s taken out on a stretcher. Once he’s out of sight, you turn to the others.

“How was he still conscious?” You ask, thinking of the various other wounds on his body.

“When we came in the bastards had just finished giving him a shot of epinephrine. I don’t think he will be conscious much longer, but hopefully, he’ll hold out to the hospital.” Samuel answers through clenched teeth. Samuel was raised with a hybrid as a brother, then one day when they were 16, his brother was kidnapped, when the police finally found his the poor hybrid, he’d literally been torn to pieces for ‘humans’ amusement. Samuel was your first employee when you started this organization. Nodding, you walk away to oversee the rescue of the other hybrids.

You started this organization when you were 12. Your parents wanted to teach you the value of money when you were young, so they gave you a few hundred dollars to do what you wanted. You asked around about what you should do with it, and everyone gave suggestions on what you could buy. It wasn’t until you asked your elderly neighbor that you received sound advice. He told you to invest it. If you invested at this young age, by the time you became an adult, you could have much more. Mr. Edwards had no family and no one to talk to, so he made you an offer, if you visited him once a week, he would give you investment advice, and you did. Eventually, you began seeing him more than once a week because you liked his company. He was a crotchedy old man, who said what he wanted and did what he wanted, he was blunt, could hold a grudge, and loved to trick people, but he was also kind, caring, and in need of friends, so that is what you became.

When your parents died, Mr. Edwards took you in, and when you received the estate and whatever was left of your parents, he helped you sort out what to keep, what to sell, and what to hold on to until the value went high enough to sell, like their house. He stopped you from throwing things out that you thought you’d never need, like photos, jewelry, old baking pans. He knew that some of these things had sentimental value that you weren’t factoring in and wanted you to keep them, you’re happy he did that. You invested every penny that you made from your family, and when Mr. Edwards died when you were 18, he left you everything of his as well. Turns out the old man was a billionaire, and with his money, combined with what you invested with your parent’s money, you had a billion dollars. Both your parents and Mr. Edwards taught you about hybrids and the unfair treatment that they received. While you never owned one, Mr. Edwards did, and he loved her, but she passed away due to an illness caused from the abuse she endured before he saved her. You could have lived a life of comfort and never worked, but you got bored real fast.

That was when you started a small information organization. You were kind of like a private investigator, but you also liked collecting information for your own use in the beginning. You would gather information on the rich, politicians, influential families and people, anyone in positions of power, and businesses. This came in handy, occasionally you would use the information to get something you wanted, but mostly you used the information to expose some asshole of some crime that they were trying to deny doing. That was how you met Samuel. No one was arrested for killing his brother, and with his help, you found the people responsible, and had them arrested. That was when you decided to start another division of your company that focused on hybrid rights. You and Samuel fought hard to change law to protect hybrids, and you also managed to get your organization the same powers of authority as the police, so essentially, you were an organization that operated like the police to protect hybrids. Over the years your company expanded to include hybrid hospitals, better than human hospitals, adoption centers, independence centers, education centers that gave better educations than human schools, and protection shelters for those that were abused and ran away from their homes. Humans could attend these places as well, so long as they did not look down on a hybrid. Unfortunately, these were the only places hybrids were treated as humans. The law still had a long way to go, but everyone was working hard to change them. The company became so big that you couldn’t handle everything yourself. Therefore, each division had its own director. They answered to you, but they were able to proceed without asking you every little question needed to function.

“What do you mean?” You ask angrily, glancing at the six hybrids encircling the injured seventh and eighth in the bed, hooked up to wires. “You can’t separate them, they are a pack.”

“No one wants eight hybrids,” Jimmy sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The only way to get them adopted is if we separate the pack, I’m sorry.”

“Then we get them registered in the independence system.”

“It’s overcrowded, we have so many hybrids vying to for independence for themselves or their pack that it’s almost a year long wait, and we don’t have any more housing. The builders can’t go as fast as we need them to, not if we want these places to be safe. This will be the first time we split up a pack, but we may have to start doing this in the future as we rescue more hybrids.”

You look back at the hybrids and see them crying, some harder than you think they did the night they were saved, and you realized that the hybrids heard everything being said. They knew they would be forcibly separated and it was breaking their hearts.

“I’ll take them,” you say, not realizing what was coming out of your mouth before you said it.

“What?”

“What? Shit! I’ll take them, all eight of them. Go get the paperwork.” You sigh leaning against the windowsill staring at the hybrids as they begin to comfort each other. “And come up with a solution or proposal to ensure no pack can be separated. This does not get to happen.”

“You’re adopting them?” Samuel asks, walking up from behind you.

“I can’t let them be separated.”

“I agree with that, I also agree that they would probably do well with you. You need someone in your life outside of work.”

“You’re one to talk,” you scoff, staring at the group in their room. “When was the last time you went on a date?”

“It was more recent than you.”

“Asshole.”

“I’m serious, other than some one night stands and what you do at that club, you haven’t dated anyone or even hung out with anyone outside of work since...ever. I've literally never seen you with anyone or leave your home for nonwork things,” Samuel comments.

“What about-“

“That was work.”

“Okay, or,”

“Work.”

“But-“

“It’s always work.”

“You’re a dick,” you grumble.

“Because I’m right?”

“Yes,” you reply pushing away from the wall and walking away.

“Where you goin?” Sam yells after you.

“To get 8 beds and…8 of everything I can think of,” you yell back looking slightly stunned at the prospect of having 8 hybrids living with you. “Get some rollaway beds put in that room so they can sleep there tonight. See you tomorrow.”

With that you wave your hand in the air at him and continue out the door. Technically it was only 9 pm and the stores were still open. At first you want to run and buy some things, but then you stop. Each hybrid will have their own sense of self, their own personality, style, likes, dislikes, should you really go buy 8 of the same bedroom sets. After thinking for a few minutes, you decide you will. You call Darlene at the hybrid housing and ask if they have 8 spare bedroom sets, giving her permission to replace everything with your private bank card tomorrow and have it shipped to the rescue. Once the 8 determine what they like and what they want, you will allow them to buy new furniture to fit them individually. With that, you head home to wait for the delivery and installation of the sets. One good thing is this will let you know if the sets are worth the money you spend on them. Once you got home, ate dinner, showered, and oversaw the set's installation, you collapse in bed, letting out a deep sigh and collapsing into darkness.

Your phone starts blaring at you at the asscrack of dawn…not really, it was noon, but it felt like that. When you answer, you're informed that your new hybrids had to be removed from the hospital to make room for others. The two that were injured were stable enough that the hospital could set up makeshift rooms in your house and have a doctor and nurse come check on them. You offered home care to hybrids so they wouldn’t feel tense in the sterile surroundings of the hospital, while you knew this was good, you were somewhat regretting that now, just wanting a few more hours of sleep. Groaning, you woke up, showered, and got ready for the hybrids to be delivered, choosing the best rooms for Jongho and Mingi to recover. You chose a large room with a sliding door in the middle. That way, if they wanted, they could have peace, but also be with each other if they chose not to shut the door. There were large windows for sunlight, but nice curtains for when they wanted to block them out. TVs, stereo, books, and bathrooms completed the room, as well as a beautiful view of the large yard and woods behind your house. The glass doors also opened to a patio. That way, once they healed a little more, they could sit outside and get fresh air.

Just as you sat on the couch in the living room, the door rang. Standing up you knew this was it, either you kept these 8 for the rest of their lives, or they applied for their independence. Opening the door you were met with the doctors and nurses, pushing their way through with the medical equipment needed for Jongho and Mingi, following the poorly drawn arrows you pinned to the wall for them and leaving 6 scared hybrids standing in the entryway of your home.

“Well, come in,” you say, making a large sweeping gesture with your arm and moving to the side to give them room.

Slowly, each hybrid enters, and you clock each one thanks to Mingi, who was being unloaded from the ambulance. Looking back to the six in front of you, they all seem too scared to meet your eyes until Hongjoong managed to look up at you.

“Thankk you,” he whispers with a slight stutter, “for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Each of you have a room upstairs, the furniture is temporary, and you can pick out your permanent furniture when you settle in. You are more than welcome to sleep in the room with Jongho and Mingi until they heal, but at least claim a room.” You move back some more as both Jongho and Mingi are wheeled in on stretchers and taken to their rooms. “Once those two heal, we will all go clothes shopping. Until then you can buy your necessities online…I figured you wouldn’t want to be too far from them and I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving them alone while they heal. So…Welcome home.”

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bvidzsoo · 2 days ago

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Every time I see you...chapter 3 ↰

...my throbbing heart rate spikes up

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

☆ Warning: none ☆ Word count: 5.3k ☆ Rating: sfw ☆ Genre: slice of life, established relationship, post university setting, fluff ☆ Summary: On your day off, you find yourself bringing coffee for Mingi...it's certainly not because you've missed him, no, that can't be, you've been together almost every day this week. So, if that's the case...why do you find yourself thinking about him so much, falling straight into his arms when he show up at your doorstep?

☆ Visuals ☆

M.list ~ Previous Chapter

A/N: Hello, my loves! The third and new chapter is here, sorry for making you wait longer for it but as you know, I wasn't home last week and I postponed yesterday's update in favour of the drabble I wrote with Yunho. To be honest with you all, my motivation for this mini-series also died down quite a bit, and despite having the fourth chapter already written, I don't know when I'll get to write the rest since I'm also preparing for the March Event with Mina...I do have some good news, though, and it's the following: thanks to Mingi's live from last night (and some extra super fluffy pictures that originate from it) my motivation sparked back, but I cannot promise you anything as of now! I mostly write whatever my mood dictates...This is another domestic chapter and I hope you enjoy it, your thoughts and feedback is greatly appreciated. divider

Taglist: @spicxbnny @hongjoongspoetry

🎧𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑠ℎ ℎ𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘭 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝘭’𝓂 𝑖𝑛 ℓ𝜎𝘷𝑒 / ℬ𝑢𝑡 𝘭 𝑤𝜎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝛼𝑦 𝑖𝑡, 𝘭’𝓂 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝛼𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝜎𝑤 / 𝘭 𝑤𝑖ℓℓ 𝑛𝑒𝘷𝑒𝑟 ℓ𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝜎𝑢𝑔ℎ /… / ℳ𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝜎𝑏ℓ𝑒𝓂, 𝑦𝜎𝑢 ℓ𝜎𝜎𝑘𝑖𝑛’ ℓ𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝘭 𝒹𝜎𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝛼𝑛𝑛𝛼 𝑠𝜎ℓ𝘷𝑒 ‘𝑒𝓂 / 𝘭’ℓℓ 𝑠𝑡𝛼𝑦 ℓ𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝘭 𝑐𝛼𝑛 𝑠ℓ𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℓ𝛼𝑡𝑒𝑟🎧

My attention switched from my phone to the barista as it was my turn in line to order. I smiled at her and glanced at the menu behind her to ensure they had what I needed.

“An Iced Americano and a Vanilla Frappuccino, please.” The barista typed in my order and then asked whether I’d like a cookie with my beverages, but I declined her offer as she went to prepare the drinks once I paid for my order. I hummed and unlocked my phone while waiting, opening my chat with Mingi. He had the evening shift today, so he had decided to hit up the library on campus with a few of his friends, saying how studying together lately helped with his progress on his research. I had wished him a good day, and Mingi hadn’t texted me since. It didn’t bother me since we didn’t talk that much throughout the day, but he had a habit of checking in every few hours, sending memes or random facts he’d learned through the wonderful place called the internet. They weren’t always accurate and we’ve had our fair share of fights about whether a fact check was needed, but in the end, it was good entertainment that took our busy brains off our issues.

“Here, enjoy it.” I looked up and took the two cups from the barista, thanking her before I headed for the exit, pocketing my phone. It was rather windy today, so I had opted to wear a flannel jacket, my tote bag threatening to slip off my shoulder anytime now. The traffic light was green, so I quickened my pace to reach it before it turned red, hurrying over the crossing as it had started blinking warningly. I was already on campus, the university Mingi had gone to was massive and thus housed multiple stores and even dorms on the far east of the complex. The coffee shops and cheap restaurants were located somewhere in the middle section of the place, making it more accessible for both students and professors if they were in a hurry. The library Mingi was at was located inside the E building, on the opposite end of the dorms, and on the far west. I knew this place well enough because I had gone to university here as well, except that the buildings I frequented most were A and G. The walk between the two was never brisk, but it was filled with silly conversations and lots of laughter with my friends and other classmates as we walked to our next class.

I recognised a few faces here, despite the flux of students, it wasn’t as packed as it would have been in the early morning or at lunch. I knew to avoid those hours, and since it was my day off today, I had decided to be productive and utilise it well. I had to clear my mind, it’s been filled with Mingi too often lately. I’ve always had periods when I yearned to be in his presence more and more, but it’s never gotten this insistent and pressing. I did enjoy being with Mingi, but we needed to have our personal lives as well, which was a line that’s started blurring lately. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in my apartment, in my bed, all alone. If it wasn’t Mingi coming over, then I would be going over to his place. It was usually just to watch a movie or cook dinner together, perhaps hang out without doing anything, and somehow, it would always end with the other one staying over. It didn’t bother me, on the contrary, I quite enjoyed the closeness between the two of us, but it’s been getting too much. My heart raced in the mere presence of Mingi and I didn’t like the traitorous thoughts that tried to keep me up at night unless I forcibly silenced them. Mingi was a good man, well-behaved and extremely kind, and my mind was trying to trick me into believing that having him with me had turned into a need and that it wasn’t just a want anymore.

I sighed and shook my head, a bit irritated that I was caught up in thought about Mingi again. It’s what I’ve been trying to avoid doing today, and so far, I was majorly failing at it. Building E was right in front of me, so I hurried over to be out of the windy weather, my feet taking me up the marble stairs two at a time until I reached the front entrance. I had to put all my weight into pushing the heavy double door open, and I slightly shivered when warmth engulfed my body. The door of the security guard’s cubicle was open, the middle-aged man was scrolling through his phone as he swiftly looked up, eyes landing on me. I nodded at him in a wordless greeting and he hummed, going back to his phone. I knew my way around here so I had no difficulties navigating around the vast building. There were multiple classrooms in here, the Biology department being located inside this building. I took the stairs to the third floor and passed by the secretary's offices, almost running into a student as they had their nose buried deep in a book, eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on their lips.

“Sorry.” The guy muttered before walking around me, making me shake my head at him. He had come from the library, the tall doors closed and cocooning the room in silence. Usually, drinks weren’t allowed inside, but if you remained in the study hall and didn’t bring it anywhere near the books, the librarian didn’t kick you out for it. I entered the library and cringed when the door screeched…so they still haven’t fixed it, huh? And I graduated three years ago, thought someone would’ve taken care of it by now. I turned left to head for the study hall, listening to the clicking of keyboards and the flipping of pages as students crowded the place. Mingi wasn’t a necessarily loud person, but he didn’t like being restricted, so I knew he wouldn’t wander too far inside the library and stay instead in the study hall, where conversation kept minimal was also allowed.

Rows of long tables and many chairs occupied by numerous students never failed to amaze me, realising just how many people attended the different departments of this university. I couldn’t find Mingi and his friends in the front, so I wandered further inside, searching the room for a guy with black hair and black-rimmed glasses, a crooked smile, and sharp eyes unless they creased at the corner from Mingi’s bright smile. I found myself smiling at the thought of Mingi and tried to control it before anyone would think I was stupid for smiling at literally nothing. And before I could berate myself more, I finally spotted Mingi towards the last three rows, shaking my head because, of course, they would sit there. It was far from the librarian, so it allowed the friend group to converse with each other freely, sometimes even laugh unless they were hushed by those sitting around them. My smile only widened as my eyes fell on Mingi, taking in his colourful attire. He wore a thin striped sweater, the colours being beige, green and navy blue. His hair was brushed out of his eyes and his glasses perched on the top of his head. The dainty choker with a crystal was a gift from me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud that he was wearing it.

Mingi didn’t notice my approach, too focused on his laptop until I was standing by his side, looming over him. The two friends he was here with sat across from him, and they looked amused when Mingi still didn’t feel my presence next to him. I glanced at his laptop’s screen and wasn’t surprised to see him with two different opened tabs, reading while taking notes in a different app. I cleared my throat and placed a hand on his nape, making Mingi jump. He whipped his head back, eyes wide as he stared up at me, then released a sigh and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“Hi,” His tone was low, trying not to bother anyone, “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” I hummed, my fingers flexing against his warm skin as I gently massaged his neck. Mingi hummed as he leaned more into the touch, his eyes fluttering slightly closed, “When was the last time you took a break?”

Mingi’s eyes opened as he looked towards his friends, who continued to work on their laptops but offered us friendly smiles to let us know they weren’t ignoring us. The one sitting on the left, Yugyeom, frowned as he seemed to be thinking, “Two hours ago? I think.”

I clicked my tongue and grabbed Mingi’s Iced Americano out of the cup holder, nudging his shoulder. He looked back up at me, eyes falling on the coffee before a wide smile adorned his face. I stared at it, feeling my heart race all of a sudden as Mingi took his coffee from my hand, pressing a swift kiss against my wrist in thanks just as I was pulling my hand back. I gulped hard and averted my eyes, making sure Yugyeom and Jongho hadn’t seen the small action, but they weren’t paying attention to us. Mingi took a sip of his coffee and groaned, slumping back in his chair as my hand was instantly drawn back to his neck, gently massaging his tense muscles. He sighed and let his head fall back, wide eyes staring up at me.

“Thank you, I really needed this.” He wiggled his cup of coffee before taking another sip. I hummed as I trailed my fingers higher, tangling in his black hair as I massaged his scalp, making Mingi’s eyes flutter shut again, “How come you stopped by?”

“I need to do some grocery shopping so I thought I could come by,” I answered, leaning my hip against Mingi and his chair, “Any progress with your research?”

“Yup,” Mingi nodded, sitting up straighter as he scrolled through the document he had been taking notes in, “I have a subject and the first chapter done, I think. I’ll see what my professor says, but it’s looking better than it did two days ago.”

“See?” I smiled, scratching his scalp with my nails like I knew he liked it, “I told you it would be okay, you don’t have to stress so much, Mingi…”

“She’s right,” Yugyeom agreed, flexing his fingers as he scooted his chair back, “You’ll get grey hair strands if you continue like this, man.”

The four of us chuckled as Jongho suddenly groaned, loudly, then shut his laptop, “I’m done for today, my brain is fried. Hi, Y/N, I haven’t even noticed you.”

I chuckled, well accustomed to Jongho since he’d been by Mingi’s side since their first year of university. Yugyeom was a new addition to their friend group, but he seemed like a genuine guy so far. I haven’t had the chance to hang out with him much, but based on Mingi’s stories, he had a good character.

“I think it’s time all three of you take a break,” I noted, their expressions clearly tired as Mingi pouted, shaking his head. Before he could speak up, however, Yugyeom nodded in agreement.

“She’s right, I need to stretch my legs out before I lose them.” He stood, shaking out his limbs, “Anyone wants something from the vending machine?”

“Grab me some sugary stuff, I need some stimulant right now,” Jongho said, rubbing his eyes roughly as Mingi and I chuckled. I hadn’t stopped playing with his hair, and it didn’t seem like he was bothered by it. I found myself smiling once again as I looked down at Mingi, and he must’ve felt my gaze because he tilted his head back, our gazes connecting. He smiled softly, winking before he took a sip of his coffee, and my heart was racing again. It was jarring how quickly my mood changed, I felt lighter in his presence, a little happier and more eager to do things. It was Jongho clearing his throat that snapped me out of my thoughts, eyebrows raised as I turned my head to look at him.

“Seonghwa is planning a get-together for tomorrow evening,” Jongho spoke up, rubbing his bottom lip as he seemed to be thinking, “He’s inviting a bunch of people so it won’t be small, but I know he’s mostly trying to get our friend group together. Wanna come?”

Mingi and I shared a look, understanding passing between us without needing to exchange a word. Mingi nodded as I hummed, offering Jongho a smile, “Are Giselle and Wendy coming?”

“I know he talked to them, so maybe,” Jongho answered and I hummed, feeling excited about the get-together now. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen those two, adult life sometimes gets in the way and restricts you from how often you can see your friends. It wasn’t that the three of us weren’t as close anymore, but we didn’t have to speak daily to remain good friends. Wendy and I still texted every week, she was the closest person I had to a best friend. Giselle, on the other hand, landed a really good job after we graduated and she was travelling often overseas, so I didn’t want to bother her unless she reached out first. She’s always been a dynamic person, I knew she was thriving and would stumble back to Wendy and me when life allowed her to.

“We’ll be coming, I think we both need to unwind a little,” I said and Jongho seemed to agree as he gave Mingi a pointed stare.

“Especially him,” He pointed at Mingi and I had to agree with Jongho, “He told me you two are gonna take off a few days and dip.”

“Really?” The surprise was evident in my tone as I glanced back down at Mingi, adjusting the few strands on top of his head that I had messed up. Mingi nodded, avoiding my eyes for some reason as he took another sip of his coffee.

“Yup, it’s good you two spend some time away from the city. I think I need it too.” Jongho groaned just as Yugyeom returned, a chocolate granola bar in his hand he reached out for Jongho to take. He had grabbed a coke for himself, gulping it down greedily.

“What do you need?” Yugyeom asked as he reclaimed his seat, scooting close to the table.

“A vacation,” Jongho muttered as Mingi chuckled, straw between his teeth as he chewed on it while scrolling through the document he had been reading. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome or keep them from working on their thesis, so I decided it was time for me to go. I only came to give Mingi his coffee, after all.

“I’ll leave you three to continue your studies,” I announced with a friendly smile as I squeezed Mingi’s nape one last time before stepping back, his head turning to look at me, “Have a nice day you three.”

“You too, Y/N!” Jongho and Yugyeom echoed each other cutely and I grinned, waving at Mingi as he nodded, shaking his cup of coffee to make the ice rattle.

“Thanks again, I’ll talk to you later.” I nodded and lingered there for a second, not exactly knowing why, but I wanted one last glance at Mingi. He didn’t look away either, his eyes sparkling in happiness, his shoulders now relaxed compared to how tense they were when I arrived. But I couldn’t stand here all day long and stare at Mingi like a creep, so, I turned on my heels and left, feeling Mingi’s eyes follow me. He always did that, watched me until I was out of his line of sight. It warmed my cheeks and made my heart race once again, feeling secure and safe for some unknown reason. I suppose it was the fact that someone was looking out for me that made me think all that, and yet, I didn’t want to depend on someone else. I wanted to feel secure because of myself and not because I knew someone had my back. Being independent was handy since you didn’t always have someone by your side. I have always hated finding stability in others and asking for validation, and I have always believed that as long as I knew who I was and what I stood for, I didn’t need anyone to encourage me or tell me they were proud of me. I wasn’t doing anything for anyone else in this life, everything that I did was for myself.

After leaving building E and then campus, I was headed towards the shopping centre, rows of different stores lining up and trying to lure you in with sparkly clothes but expensive price tags. I was here for a few groceries and some other things that I needed to pick up, my fridge was close to being empty since I hadn’t bothered to restock it at the beginning of the week. I knew that if Mingi and I were going to the party tomorrow, I wouldn’t have to cook dinner for Friday night, so having ramen tonight was more than satiating. I would figure something out for the weekend, perhaps I would manage to trick Mingi into coming over just to cook something for us. He was a much more talented chef than I was, after all. And just because I felt like treating myself a little today, I would grab some purple lilies on the way home and a slice of red velvet cake from my favourite patisserie.

The rest of my morning went just like I had planned it last evening. I got up early and made breakfast from whatever I still had in my fridge, I went and grabbed some coffee for Mingi before stopping by the library, and then I went grocery shopping. I even got myself some pretty flowers and the incense my boss had recommended for a lighter space, and then…came the grand deep cleaning of my apartment. It’s not like it needed that much scrubbing, but when I had a spur of energy, I would always channel it into cleaning the apartment until it was spotless again. Besides, when my emotions got too heavy and my thoughts too loud, distracting myself by tidying up my space has always helped greatly. At first, for white noise, I had put on a podcast about whatever life-changing events celebrities were up to today, but soon got bored of that and switched to music. That seemed to help a lot more as I was done with my living room in no time, glancing around and wondering how to make it homier.

I liked it as it was already, coated with beige and maroon ornaments, a dark green sofa, plants that I should definitely take more care of, books stacked upon each other in a corner, and the vinyl player I had gotten from Mingi a few years ago as a present. I had a small coffee table in front of my sofa and then a smaller wooden holder for my laptop or whatever else I wanted to store on it. The entryway was connected to the living room, thus I thought of filling up the dark space of the main corridor, wanting to see the paintings that I had hung up without having to walk close to them, or without having to switch on the big lights. The bathroom was next, which was easy to clean as the space wasn’t too big, then came my bedroom which was the most challenging one. Changing the sheets always took away my willpower to live, and I couldn’t explain why. It just sucked the joy out of my body and I found myself faceplanting on the bare mattress, groaning into it. My phone was by my side somewhere, perhaps tangled up in the sheets or hidden under another bare pillow, but I could still clearly hear my music.

I felt around for it until my fingers finally touched the cold gadget, and then I grabbed it and flipped onto my back, unlocking it. My mother had sent me a picture of a beanie she had crocheted, asking whether I wanted it. I quickly let her know that it was pretty but she’s already given me like five of those, so she should probably just give it to my little cousin. Then, scrolling through the messaging app, I found myself stopping when I came across Mingi’s name. He was right underneath my mother’s chat since he was the person I texted most. The picture he had sent of the kitty from the café was the last message he had sent today, and I sighed, chewing on my bottom lip. I knew he was busy, the café was crowded from around noon until late afternoon, but Mingi always found time to somehow text me. I knew him not talking to me for a few hours meant nothing major, sometimes we wouldn’t speak for half a day, but I felt the sudden urge to speak to him. Dialling him up wasn’t an option since he most likely couldn’t take my call, and I could’ve texted him but I had already reacted to the kitty picture with a small heart. Genie was cute, but Mingi was cuter as he held her to his chest, visibly cooing down at her.

I groaned and locked my phone, letting my head fall back against the mattress, the wheels turning in my head. I was borderline getting desperate and it was worrisome, this hasn’t happened before. I couldn’t even blame it on having sex with Mingi because this wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time either. This is who we were, friends who shared something deeper and more intimate. Nobody asked weird questions, and neither one of us tried to make it awkward, we just went with the flow. It was easy and very practical, I wouldn’t have stayed with Mingi if he had demanded a relationship, or had tried to make it seem like this thing between us was something more…because it wasn’t. Never had been and never would be, there was no reason for it. Relationships rarely worked out in the long run these days, and I wasn’t up for an unnecessary heartbreak when things were good like this. I knew Mingi felt the same way, our mindset was so similar that I was frightened by it at times, but maybe that’s why we worked so well together in this friendship…or situationship—whatever it was—we have never labelled it. I do view Mingi as my friend, though. I released a long sigh before bouncing off the mattress and springing back into action. I still had a lot to clean and it wouldn’t be done by itself. My bedroom was still a mess, my closet begging me to finally fold my clothes and put them back on their hangers.

So, once I was done with my bedroom too, I forced myself to be done with the kitchen as well, knowing that if I didn’t do it now, I wouldn’t do it anytime soon. To my luck, the kitchen didn’t need a lot of work. I rewarded myself with fresh and cold orange juice once I was done with everything, opening my window and leaning against the wall as I gazed out at the sky. The evening had arrived, the sky swirled with orange and pink hues, and birds flew overhead to somewhere warmer now that the summer was over. I loved looking at the sky, its colours were always pretty and gentle. It reminded me to take a deep breath, stilling my nerves and staying level-headed when I felt lost. Like right now with my phone in my hands for the nth time today, checking whether I had any new messages. I didn’t because Mingi still had an hour until his shift was over and he hadn’t used his phone this whole day after our chat in the morning. I sighed and pushed off the wall, placing my cup of orange juice on the counter as I headed for a much-needed shower.

Once done with my shower and skincare routine, I went to my bedroom and picked out clean pyjama pants, the white tee sitting neatly on top of my other tees catching my eyes. I grabbed it and pulled it out, bringing it up to my nose without hesitation to take a deep whiff of it. It smelled like Mingi, his strong and musky cologne, a bit faded since it’s been in my closet since his last visit, but it was still so him. Without giving myself time to reconsider my actions, I quickly pulled it over my head and shivered when the cold material touched my heated skin. It was a bit too loose for me, but it didn’t bother me as I closed my closet, grabbing my hairbrush to brush the knots out of my hair. It’s been in a bun all day long and I groaned as I gave my scalp a massage, the relief instant. I was bound to become hungry anytime now, so, without waiting for my stomach to rumble in hunger, I headed back to the kitchen to grab the Jin Ramen and prepare it for dinner. My phone was in the pocket of my sweatpants, and I found myself looking out for any vibrations as I poured water into the small pot. I took it to the stove and lit it, placing the pot over the stove head. Now I had to wait until the water started boiling, so I pulled a chair out and grabbed my phone again.

My battery would die soon, so I debated whether to put it to charge now or later on when I’d sit down to watch a new episode of the series I started watching this week. Something didn’t let me part from my phone, however, a gnawing feeling overtaking my stomach as I sighed, burying my head in my hands. What was happening to me? Why did I want to talk to Mingi so badly all of a sudden? I usually loved it when he gave me space, it felt refreshing to be with myself for the time being, but it seemed as if today all of those emotions had never existed. To distract myself, I settled on playing a puzzle game which only angered me, but at least it took my mind off Mingi for the time being. Just as I ran out of time and was ready to chuck my phone at the wall, there was a knock at my front door. I froze for a second, wondering whether I had imagined it at first or not, but there came a second knock. My eyebrows furrowed as I got up from the table, phone in my pocket now, headed for the front door. I wondered who it was at this hour. I hadn’t ordered delivery and Mingi hadn’t texted me about coming over, so I was left wondering. My mother certainly wouldn’t take a bus out of the blue to come to the city, it was usually me going home to her.

Looking through the peephole, my stomach lurched at the man standing outside my door, and I was unlocking the door before I could compose myself. I swung it open with big eyes, staring at Mingi a little starstruck as he stood with a smile, his eyebrows raised when he noticed my expression.

“Hi, am I bothering you?” He asked, glancing past me inside the apartment. I shook my head and took a step back, leaving space for him to come inside.

“Not at all,” I answered as I closed the door behind him, locking it again, “What are you doing here?”

Mingi shrugged, stepping out of his shoes as he let his backpack rest against the wall in the entrance hall, “I was thinking that maybe…I can sleep over? I know I didn’t text you beforehand, I’m sorry, but I’m so tired I forgot to do so.”

“Busy day at the café?” I asked as Mingi placed his jacket on the hanger, nodding with a long sigh, “You can stay, I was just making ramen for myself. Want some?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of starving.” Mingi rubbed his belly with a wince, “The last blueberry muffin I ate was at around…five o’clock.”

And now it was close to nine o’clock, I shook my head at Mingi. He looked sheepish as he shuffled on his feet, probably preparing himself for an earful, but suddenly the words were stuck in my throat. Looking at him felt…it made my heart race once again now that he was finally in my apartment, by my side. I had wondered all day long what he was up to, whether he was tired or not, if he’d want to hang out after his shift, and now that he was here, I felt like I could finally settle down, hoping that my thoughts would finally just stop. I don’t know what took over me, but I had the sudden urge to wrap my arms around him and squeeze him to myself, so I stepped forward and hugged him, closing my eyes as I buried my face in Mingi’s neck. He froze, a small gasp leaving his mouth as I gripped his light sweater tightly, just inhaling his familiar cologne. I could feel my tension melt away now that I felt his warm body pressed against mine so securely and firmly, and I gulped when he finally wrapped his arms around me too. Mingi’s hug was just as soulful as mine, and I had to chew my bottom lip as I had the sudden urge to cry…I had no idea why, though.

“What’s the hug for?” Mingi’s voice was quiet and warm as one hand raised to pat my head, I felt his chin pressed against the top of my head.

“I don’t know,” I muttered, a bit embarrassed to admit the real reason, but I also didn’t want to hide it from him, “I’ve missed you, I guess.”

Mingi laughed, quietly but joyfully, and I pouted…at least he hadn’t made fun of me. He then squeezed me into himself more and rubbed his chin against my head playfully, “It’s okay, I’ve missed you too.”

“Really?” My heart skipped a beat as Mingi hummed, low in his chest.

“Really.” He confirmed and I smiled, wondering why my body was suddenly flooded with so much warmth. We stayed in the hug for another second or two, until Mingi’s stomach rumbled loudly and it made both of us laugh before we broke the hug. He rubbed his belly as his cheeks flushed, pouting his lips as I shook my head at him.

“You can’t starve yourself, it’s not healthy.”

“I know, but I lost track of time.” Mingi sighed, then batted his lashes at me almost cutely, “Can I shower while you make us ramen?”

“Of course,” I chuckled, headed for the kitchen as Mingi grabbed his backpack, “But I’m watching my series after dinner, so I’m not going to bed early today.”

“Okay, I want to watch whatever you’re watching, then.” I scoffed and threw Mingi a look, but he was already headed for my bathroom, his favourite blue pyjamas with silver stars on them in his hands. Had he stopped by his apartment before coming over? Peculiar.

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LONG LIVE THE QUEEN ... one - shot (17+)

pairing : king consort!seonghwa x queen!f!reader

genre : royalty, victorian era inspired, a little angsty, arranged marriage

word count : 1.2k

warnings : language, mentions of death / grief, self-doubt and not feeling good enough

note : for lapydiaries february event – remember to reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed!

when your mother, the queen, passes away; you are set to become the next queen. beginning a new reign for your country. however, not everyone is prepared for your new reign.

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN MOODBOARD

when the first rays of the dawn painted your chamber in hues of lavender and gold, you would usually find peace in the beauty. however, this morning you found no peace in it. instead, dreading the sun slowly rising. sleep having completely evaded you during the night. leaving you restless beneath your silk sheets of your grand yet empty bed.

you were beginning to feel the weight of everything pile on top of you. the weight of the crown, of duty, grief – it was all pressing down on you like an unseen force.

no one to help relieve or share the pressure.

the person who should share this bed with you laid asleep, peacefully probably, in his own private chamber.

with a quiet sigh, you slipped out from beneath the covers. a shiver running through you as your bare feet touched the cold marble floors. the palace was eerily silent during this hour, not even the servants had begun their morning routines yet. it felt like a rare moment of solitude, one that you didn’t mind basking in. especially as you wandered through the empty corridors.

your feet carried you to the royal office without much thought. the room still smelled faintly of parchment and your mother’s floral perfume. a lingering trace of the woman who previously sat at the mahogany desk you stood at. your mother ruled with both grace and an iron will. the very thought of her made your chest tighten.

you took a deep breath before settling into the chair, the glow of the sun shining through the large windows. there were stacks of documents waiting for you to review – hongjoong having sorted them into different stacks: requests from nobles, tax reports, petitions – but none of them could honestly hold your attention. instead, your gaze drifted toward the drawers of the desk, the ones you have yet to look through and organize since your mother’s passing.

with hesitant fingers, you pulled one open.

a collection of old documents were what met your eyes – some from past rulers, others bearing your mother’s elegant handwriting. but amidst all the old documents sat something… unexpected. a box, dark mahogany with beautiful and intricate carvings was held closed with a delicate golden clasp.

curiosity got the better of you as you lifted it out, running your fingers over the surface before carefully opening it. inside, a neat stack of letters tied together with a silk ribbon.

you felt your breath hitch. some of the parchment had aged, but the writing remained unmistakable. these were your mother’s letters.

carefully, you sorted through them, your heart tightening as you read the names inscribed on each envelope – your grandmother, nobles of high standing, your father… and then, at the very bottom, one addressed to you.

with shaking fingers, you opened it.

my dearest y/n, by the time you read this, i fear i will no longer be by your side. but you know that i have always watched over you, as i do now in spirit.

you felt your throat tighten as your mother’s words unfolded before you, speaking of hopes and worries, of a future she would not live to see.

i have seen the struggles between you and seonghwa. you love him, that much is clear. but love is not always enough to bridge the spaces between two people. my heart aches for you, my darling, for the burdens you bear and the ones yet to come. i pray that in time, the two of you will find your way to each other. that the distance will fade, and you will not have to carry this loneliness forever.

tears splattered onto the parchment, staining the delicate paper. you covered your mouth, pressing the letter to your chest as a silent sob wracks through you.

you couldn’t do this. you couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when in truth you were breaking inside. first slowly, but now faster and faster with each passing day.

you missed your mother, leaving you too soon to take care of a country that was full of people who didn’t see you fit enough to rule. with a husband who didn’t love you – who you carelessly believed loved you only for his distance to continuously shatter you. you felt alone.

carefully, you wiped your tears before placing the letters back in the box and slid it into the drawer. the weight in your chest had not lessened, but exhaustion had finally crept into your system. you rested your head against the desk, letting the quiet lull you into a fitful slumber.

you awoke to the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices.

the muffled voices outside your office grew frantic, and the sudden noise startled you into alertness. you stand to look out the large, grand windows – the sun now sitting high in the morning sky. you see guards, maids, and other servants running around in a panic.

one guard tripping and landing in one of the flower bushes, a maid stopping, screaming at the guard as she pulls him up. you knew your grandmother was surely rolling in her grave at the sight you just witnessed.

suddenly, the door to your office was thrown open.

a figure burst inside – disheveled, breathless, and frantic.

seonghwa.

your eyes met, his filled with something raw and unguarded. then, before you could react, he was across the room, wrapping you in his arms.

you stiffened at first, startled by the rare show of affection. his embrace was warm, strong – so unlike the careful distance he always kept between the two of you. you felt his heartbeat thundering beneath your cheek, his hands firm against your back as if grounding himself in the fact that you were here, safe.

“you scared me,” he murmured, voice slightly hoarse. “the entire palace was in chaos looking for you. when they said you were missing, i–

he cut himself off, exhaling a rather shaky breath before tightening his hold. “i’m just glad you’re alright.”

you barely registered his words. you could only focus on the way his arms felt around you. the way he was holding you like you mattered, like he was afraid to let go.

but then, just as quickly as the moment had come, he pulled away. carefully. the warmth of his touch lingered, but the space between you two felt colder. a sharp voice interrupted you both.

“your majesty!” irene, your head maid, swept into the room, followed closely by mingi, one seonghwa’s trusted friend and guard. irene’s eyes widened at the sight before her. she then quickly rushed to your side, wrapping a thick robe – where did she even get that? – around your shoulders.

“a queen should not be wandering the halls in only her negligee,” irene scolded lightly, shielding you from the prying eyes of the other guards outside.

it was then that you noticed the way seonghwa’s gaze flickered downward, just for a moment, before he quickly looked away. his jaw tightening as a faint flush dusted his cheeks. something in your chest fluttered.

seonghwa, always composed, always indifferent, had looked at you just not in a way you hadn’t seen him do so in years. irene ushered you away, scolding you gently, but you barely registered her words.

your mind still stuck on the warmth of seonghwa’s arms. on the way his eyes had darkened just slightly as they lingered on her.

and as you followed irene through the corridors, you couldn’t help but wonder –

why had he looked at you like that?

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