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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Nail Polish | Kim Hongjoong

-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x GF!Reader

-> Request: No.

-> Synopsis: Hongjoong finds a creative way to propose.

-> Warnings: A little cheesy. I had no intention of making this a proposal fic but it happened.

-> Word Count: 453

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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As Y/N looks through the nail polishes that clutter Hongjoong's dresser she finds a new colour, or at least she thinks it’s new because she doesn't recall him ever having a shade that matches her exact favourite color. Picking up bottle of nail polish, a recent memory comes flooding back to her.  

"What's your favourite colour?" Hongjoong had asked as he painted her nails. She had just finished painting one nail he always keeps painted. He’d offered to do her nails so they could match. It's their thing as a couple. A little “we’re together” without saying they’re together since their relationship hasn’t been made public. Only close friends and family know about it. 

"How long have we known each other?" She responds, glancing from her nails to him. 

"I don't know, four, maybe five years now?" Hongjoong replies, focusing on carefully painting her nails. 

"And you still don't know my favourite colour?" Y/N teases, a smile playing on her lips. 

He looks up at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know your favourite colour," he says confidently, his eyes quickly darting to her shirt that just so happens to be her favourite colour and locking back with her eyes. “But if you could choose an exact shade, what would it be?” 

“I don’t know,” she answers with a shrug. “There’s so many.” 

“Let’s find one then,” he smiles, finishing up the last nail and blowing on it gently to help it dry. 

They had spent a few good hours going through different shades of her favourite colour before settling on five shades that were eventually cut down to one and it just so happened to be the shade in the bottle in her hand. 

As she holds the bottle in her hand, Y/N can't help but smile. It was little things like this that made her fall even more in love with Hongjoong. His small gestures always mean the most to her. 

She looks up at him, finding him looking at her, a sparkle in his eyes as he sees she’s holding the colour he had custom made for her.  

“Check the bottom,” he tells her. 

Intrigued, she flips the bottle over and reads the label. Her heart starts racing as she reads the little circular label. In the tiny lettering, is the date of their first date followed by the words 'will you marry me?'. 

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks back at Hongjoong, who is now down on one knee, holding out a ring. Overwhelmed, she nods her head, unable to speak. 

He slips the ring onto her finger and stands up, pulling her into a tight embrace before sealing the moment with a kiss. 

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[domm1etae]

seonghwa watches you sleep, chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but you look so warm, so inviting, so perfect—he can’t help himself.

carefully, he pushes your legs up, folding them together until your thighs press against each other, plush and soft. a shaky breath escapes him as he slots himself between them, precum already smearing against your skin.

"fuck, baby," he whispers, barely moving, just feeling the heat of you wrapped around him. his fingers tighten around your legs, keeping them in place as he starts to thrust, slow at first, just enough to feel the friction.

his cock slides between your thighs, slick and needy, his rhythm growing erratic as he watches himself disappear between them. the sight alone has him trembling. “so good… let me use you like this,” he breathes, voice wrecked.

then, his hand sneaks under your shorts, fingers finding your clit, rubbing lazy circles over the damp fabric. the sharp jolt of pleasure has you gasping—too loud.

he freezes.

his dark eyes snap up to your face, widening as he catches the way your lashes flutter, the way your lips part with another tiny sound.

“you’re awake,” he breathes, realization dawning.

a slow, sleepy smile tugs at your lips as you whisper, “i was waiting for you to notice.”

seonghwa groans, low and desperate, fingers digging into your skin. his cock twitches between your thighs, already aching for more.

“oh, sweetheart,” he rasps, pushing your legs up just a little higher. “you should’ve told me sooner.”

[vampzity]

stimulate me | J.WY

★ DAY ONE: VIBRATORS WITH WOOYOUNG ★

pairing: bf! wooyoung x f! reader

watching a movie with your boyfriend sounds a normal task right? Not when your new toy comes into play. Every time you lose focus of the movie, he’ll stop, but when you pay attention the speed only intensifies.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, literally no plot, smut, begging, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), fingering, praising, vibrator is used on reader, pet names (baby, good girl, sweet girl), wooyoung’s a jackass, marking, cursing

word count: 1.1k

You laid with your legs in your boyfriend’s lap, watching the movie intently as the gang began to escape their captivity. It was so interesting to you and you were looking forward to sharing this night with Wooyoung, as he’s been so busy at the company. He however, paid no attention to the movie— in fact he didn’t even care for it.

His mind was rushing with anticipation, excitement. Dirty thoughts coursing through him like an animal in heat. Every few seconds he’d glance at you, noticing how unaware you were. His dick twitched under his sweatpants every time he admired your body; the way your breasts were perky under your not-so-baggy top and how your thighs made your pajama shirts roll back slightly.

God what a perv.

“Everything okay Woo?”

He snapped out of his trance, nodding and rubbing the back of his neck shyly. He got up from the couch, quickly retreating to the room. You paused the movie, sitting there confused as you looked down the hall.

“What are you doing? You’re interrupting movie night!” you crossed your arms, a bit annoyed at his sudden change in demeanor.

Wooyoung came back hurriedly, stuffing something into his pocket as he sat back on the couch next to you. You gave him a look, eyes falling to the crowded pocket that he failed to play off.

“What’s in the pocket?”

He laughed nervously, grabbing the remote from you and unpausing the movie. He pulled you closer to him by the waist, resting his chin against your shoulder and making the hairs stand up on your neck from his breathing. He pulled out a small purple vibrator; its head shaped like a rounded cube. Your eyes widened, meeting his as he lifted his head up.

You usually wouldn’t resort to buying anything sexual without telling Wooyoung. Only because he wanted to pay for any of your needs or desires, but you grow so needy in moments when he’s gone. You simply couldn’t help yourself.

“Bought a new toy without consulting me, hm?” He pulled your shorts, throwing them into the ground as you were left in only a tshirt and panties.

“Why don’t I test it out for you?”

He kissed your neck softly, spreading your legs slightly as he placed the vibrator in between your folds. You moaned softly at his touch, his hand holding your chin. A small smile crept on his face as he turned on the toy, the sudden feeling startling you.

“Watch the movie angel. Focus on it real good for me, yeah?”

He leaned closer to your ear, turning the setting to the highest possible. You let out a loud moan, your legs opening wider to allow more access to your sensitive bud.

“If you can’t, don’t bother asking me to cum. Understood?”

You nodded hesitantly, your breath becoming staggered as the vibrations went back to low. Wooyoung moved the toy around your bud, earning a small whimper escaping your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to keep focus on the movie, but it felt so good.

You moaned quietly, feeling his lips peck your neck. He tilted your head slightly, allowing him more access to your sweet skin. His tongue swirled around your skin, sucking against it softly and leaving small red marks.

“Hmm good girl. Wanna cum badly, don’t you?”

You threw your head back in pleasure as he raised the setting, the toy practically pounding against your clit. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, moving it up and down as your moans grew louder. Wooyoung raised his eyebrow at you, turning off the vibrator and shooting you a stern look. He grabbed you by the chin, pulling your face to meet his eyes. He rolled his eyes, laughing in your face as you whined.

“I told you to pay attention to the movie, didn’t I?”

You nodded hesitantly, your head slowly turning back to the television. Wooyoung smiled, turning the vibrator back onto the lowest setting. Wet was an understatement— he could hear the creamy sounds of your cunt from where he sat, and boy did he want a taste.

With every passing scene, the setting got higher, making your moans louder. He pressed it harder against your clit, rubbing it in slow circular motions.

“Tell me how it feels baby, use your words.” You looked at him for a second, his small nod making your knees buckle.

“Need more.”

That’s all he needed to hear. In that moment he could no longer give a crap about the shitty movie that played because all he wanted was you.

Wooyoung pulled you toward him, your body now facing him. He kissed your inner thigh, sucking on them softly to leave small red marks. He ripped off your underwear, throwing them to the floor.

“So fucking needy.” he cooed, sticking a finger inside of you. You whined in pleasure, the mix of the vibrations and his finger hitting your sweet spot being too much for you.

“You like that, don’t you?”

He looked up at you, watching as your mouth was left agape and nothing but small whimpers escaped it. You scrunched your eyes closed, feeling your stomach spasm at the sensations. Wooyoung pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it softly. He came up to you, pressing the vibrator against your nipple lightly. Your body jolted slightly, breathy moans filling the room.

“Woo,” you mumbled, your hand reaching up to grab his face.

You pulled him to you, your lips crashing against his as he let his fingers toy with your clit. Your nipples grew sore at the constant vibration, leading you to groan into each kiss. Wooyoung kissed your jawline, soon reaching your ear.

“Cum for me baby.”

His whisper felt like music to your ears and within seconds you came undone under him. Your body trembled, chest rising as you tried to catch your breath.

“That’s my sweet girl. Just like that.” He dropped to your legs, kissing your clit softly as he lapped up your juices.

You grinded softly against his tongue, attempting to push his head away. He turned the vibrator back on, placing it against your sensitive bud as his tongue fucked you. You cried out, begging him to stop as you felt the overstimulating pleasure build in your cunt. Little did you know, Wooyoung was far from done with you. He loved to play with you, tease you, see you reach new highs with his little mind games.

He turned the toy up a notch, pressing it harder against your clit. He moved it up and down, watching as you fell apart in front of him. This is exactly what he wanted, to undo your sweet soul just by his touch.

“So cute when you listen.”

Wooyoung grabbed the remote, pausing the movie and turning up the setting just one more time. You let yourself go another time, his tongue licking up the warm liquid that spilled out of you.

“Mm.. taste so good. Can’t wait to fuck this pretty cunt of yours baby.”

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[starmatzz]

𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮🎀

San x gf!reader | smut, mdni

| nsfw tags

| cock riding, pet names, mentions of male and female parts

“Straddle my lap now, sweetheart,” San said with a soft voice, sitting on a bed as he leaned back against the bedpost. 

You had wanted to try riding for so long but could never find the right words or the right moment to tell San.

One day, though, you finally mustered the courage to share your desires with him.

Your cheeks were flushed as you obediently straddled his lap. Both of you got already worked up in a foreplay, dry humping each other lovingly. 

San was always patient and understanding, especially when you were trying something new, fully aware of how shy and self-conscious you could be.

He pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants just below his hips, his cock springing free. 

“You look nervous, bun,” he mumbled while being too focused on pulling down your panties. His tone wasn’t teasing like usual; it was genuine, a soft reassurance to make sure you were comfortable.

He paused, his thumbs gently rubbing over your hipbones, offering a moment of comfort before carefully positioning you above his tip. 

You hesitated, watching him grip his cock and align it with your already wet hole. 

“If anything feels uncomfortable, just tell me right away baby,” he looked into your eyes deeply, “now, sink down slowly.”

You held his gaze, your eyes locked with his as you slowly lowered yourself. The stretch burned, but you didn’t care—it only made the moment more intense.

It was worth it for the sight in front of you. 

San closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, releasing a deep, steady exhale.

“You feel amazing, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips as he watched you.

You continued sinking down, focusing on the feeling of being filled inch by inch. Squeezing your eyes shut in agony, the sharp lines of discomfort etched across your features. But soon, the tension slowly eased, and your expression softened, the pain fading into something more bearable. 

Suddenly, he was all the way in, and you exhaled deeply, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you tried to steady your breath.

“What a good girl, I'm so proud of you baby,” San opened his eyes, his hands gently guiding your hips upward once more, his movements slow and deliberate.

You complied, flexing your thigh muscles to push yourself upward. Once you could feel only his thick tip inside you, you both looked down. 

The sight was breathtaking as you lowered yourself again, being able to see how San's cock was filling you up. It got you so overwhelmed, you got all shy and collapsed onto his chest.

“Aw baby, is it too much already?” He asked with a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing your back.

You nodded with a soft smile, and neither of you moved, silently agreeing to stay like this—his hands on your back, as you simply enjoyed the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

[linearities]

ᅟᅟᅟ☆ ｡⁠ UNDER THE MISTLETOE ～ !!

a mistletoe hanging above your bed? surely your roommate is just getting into the Christmas Spirit... right?

pairing: roommate!seonghwa x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!!! +18 MINORS DNI!!!! oral (fem receiving), pussy drunk seonghwa, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cursing, kinda perv!seonghwa (?), not proofread!!!

notes: why hello there my loves :3 it's been a long while since i've written smut so please forgive me if this is bad :/ merry (late) christmas and happy new years to all of you!!!!

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you should've suspected something when you got home from work and found a mistletoe hanging above your bed. you thought it was just a cute little detail your roommate did, a cheeky little thing as a lot of others he had a habit to do. sliding into the christmas spirit, you know?

walking inside the apartment, seonghwa was quick to take your bags and help you out of your coat, even going as far as kneeling in front of you to help you take off your shoes. you found it suspicious, yet didn't say anything, knowing that sometimes he'd go overboard on the pampering and all of that, catering to your every whim. according to him, he just wanted to "be a good roommate". you shrugged the thought away, letting him guide you to the bedroom, chuckling as soon as you saw the garment hanging on the wall.

"what's this?" you asked, looking at him with a playful undertone in your voice. he shrugged with that cheeky smile of his, looking at you with soft pleading eyes as he brought his hands to the first button of your blouse. "fuck it, why not?" you thought, nodding at him in encouragement. slowly, he started unbuttoning your blouse, taking his time popping every button. you could hear his breath hitching as the fabric slid off your arms, falling on the bed.

in your defense, you had always found seonghwa pretty cute, and having him undress you like that after a long fucking day of work was almost a dream come true. he was that boy who's jacked and kind Sabrina Carpenter had talked about, so you wouldn't complain at all. he laid you on the bed, softly brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"you're so beautiful…" he murmured, admiring your features like you were his dream come true. his christmas miracle, "can i kiss you? since we're under the mistletoe and all?"

that got a giggle out of you, and you nodded, joining your lips in a sweet kiss. it was christmas, after all. what could possibly go wrong? except his kisses grew hungrier, greedier, and his hands slowly started to roam over your upper body. you held his wrists, breaking the kiss to properly look at him, only to find pure and raw adoration and desire in his gaze. where the fuck did this come from?

"hwa, i don't know if that's a good idea-"

"please," he interrupted you, burying his face on the crook of your neck, "i promise i'll be good for you." you sighed softly, thinking about it. again, what could go wrong? it was just harmless fun between roommates, under the excuse of a mistletoe.

little did you know you were in for a long night.

"tasting so good, my christmas gift," seonghwa groaned, your legs hooked on his shoulders as he kept relentlessly making out with your pussy, licking, sucking and kissing your clenching core like it was his death row meal.

you, on the other hand, already had tears in your eyes, coming out of your third orgasm of the night. you couldn't get him out of you at all. you had pushed him only to have him place your legs on his shoulders. you had tried to crawl away, only to have him grab you by your hips and drag you closer, burying his face on your sweet cunt again. seonghwa was completely pussy drunk, pushing you over the edge again and again and again until you were a shivering mess, whimpering and sobbing in overstimulation.

"hwa… hwa, f-fuck, 's too much… too much…" you cried out, hands on his head trying to push him away, your protests falling in deaf ears since he was too far gone to even register what you were saying, murmuring praises on how good you were for him, how beautiful you were, how sweet you tasted, how divine you smelled.

"so perfect f' me… so sweet… so wet, so tasty…." he kept praising, not even realizing how your legs were shaking and ready to give out.

he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, only stopping when he was satisfied, your clit swollen and your legs spasming on his shoulders. sweet little kisses trailed up your body, worshipping your soft skin in pure adoration. his eyes roamed over your face, admiring your fucked out features and the tear streaks on your face.

"so beautiful…" he murmured, peckering his sweet little kisses all over your face, capturing your lips and making you taste yourself on his tongue.

"you're insane," was the only thing you could get out, panting and sweating under him, "and a pervert."

he giggled, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, "don't act as if you didn't enjoy it."

that earned a smack on his shoulder and a chuckle out of him, "shut up."

"merry christmas to you too, roomie," he murmured, laying on top of you and pecking your lips.

"merry christmas, seonghwa," you chuckled, wrapping your legs around him and finally surrendering to the feeling, allowing yourself to relax under his weight.

hi hello it's your girl meggie :3

if you read until the end thank you so much i literally love you mwah mwah mwah

merry christmas and happy new years, babes <3 gonna bring more treats to y'all soon, just you wait.

xoxo, meggie.

[yup-thats-me]

—intoxicated • W. Jung

summary; your boyfriend has made it his mission to make up for the time he was away from you. By being absolutely infatuated by your pussy𖹭.ᐟ

warnings; pussy drunk! Wooyoung, oral fixation, face riding, fingering.

a/n; his face makes me feral��‍♀️🙂‍↕️

Wooyoung who literally begs for you to sit on his face. Doesn't matter if you're on your phone just scrolling mindlessly, or even during work zoom meetings. He'd stand just out of view of the webcam, standing there like a kid asking to for a cookie before dinner.

"Can I eat you out?"

Like, he literally has no sense of time or place. If his dick thinks that he needs to eat you out, he will.

He had been following you like a lost puppy all day long. His hectic schedule hasn't started yet and he will wring out all the chances he can get.

"Let. Me. Eat. You. Out," He'd beg. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

Stopping in your tracks, you sigh. "God Wooyoung," your mind is telling you to scold him but how could you when he just stands there so cutely, smiling like the brightest of the stars.

"Alright."

And zoom! He's picking you up in his buff arms and making a bee-line to your bedroom. He wastes no time on removing his clothes, but yours are gone in a flash.

He's like a madman when he's actually drooling at the mere sight of your pussy clad in the pink lace panties he brought from his tour.

"So pretty."

He'd lick the clit through the thin fabric, his spit making the fabric see-through, eyes dilating at the sight.

He'd make it a point to make you cum once without taking the panties off. They're now completely drenched in your fluids, an absolute mess. Oh, but Wooyoung loves it.

He'd slowly pull them off of you at last. Maybe he'll keep them for later, but now he has greater priorities.

Throwing them god knows where, he'd slowly run his fingers sliding around your folds liaghtly.

"Youngie, please," you'd moan, wanting to feel him inside.

"Please what, baby?"

He's such a tease.

"Please," you'd cry back, grinding your pussy on his palm. "Touch me–fuck!"

Before you could even finish your request, he's thrusting his finger inside you, his tongue lapping at the bud like a dog.

He had his rings still. The cold metal against your hot, pulsating walls was a feeling you could never forget.

Once he was satisfied, and you completely spent, he'd stop. He'd lay beside you, wiping the sweat off your forehead while whispering sweet praises in your ear.

And other times, he'd ask you to sit on him. This is something that actually worried you. Having never done this before, you worried what if you suffocate him? Or maybe pass out?

When you'd voice your worries, however, he'd raise his hand to stope you mid-sentence. "I'd die a happy man, baby."

When you'd at last agree, he's ecstatic. "C'mere, sweets," He'd call as he laid on the bed, licking his lips wet.

Crawling over his body, you'll reach your destination on his face. Having seen videos for reference, you try, keyword right there, try to plant one knee beside his face, the other hoisting you up. "Is this okay, woo?" Worry lacing your voice.

"No," the man would reply quite dejected. In an instant, he'd pull you straight on his face, your core practically in his mouth.

"I said sit."

[2cupids]

warnings! virgin!mingi, cuckold, oral (m. receiving), male masturbation, cowgirl position/riding, mingi cums in reader’s mouth and has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink. mdni (17+).

length. 1.8k+

you stand in front of the bathroom sink with your toothbrush still in hand as you stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. did he really just say what you thought he did?

cuck!yunho simply laughs and loosely wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious, babe. just promise me you’ll think about it at least.”

you hold his soft gaze in the mirror for a moment before leaning down to spit out the toothpaste. a sigh leaves your mouth as you exhale. “fine. i’ll think about it, but don’t get your hopes up. got it?” your tone is firm, but there’s still that playful edge to your words.

that handsome smile starts to form as his lips twitch upwards at the corners and he places a kiss against the side of your neck. “thank you, pretty. you know i’d never push to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.. just want you to think about it.”

so you do.

over the next few days, you think about the new kink your boyfriend told you about. you weighed the pros and cons, your brain full of possible ‘what if’s’. yet, you knew the type of people you and yunho were and that your relationship was built on the basic fundamentals like communication, understanding, and emotional maturity to name a few. the more your mind pondered on the thought, the more appealing the idea became. plus, there was something you couldn’t get out of your head; a guy plowing you while yunho watched from afar. it turned you on.

it’s not like the guy he suggested you have sex with was ugly or anything, in fact he was far from it. the man was none other than his childhood best friend, mingi. after all, he would share anything with one of the people he trusted the most, and that included his beloved girlfriend. and it just so happened that the tall, attractive man had a crush on you, too.

no matter how well mingi thought he hid the fact from you two, you both could tell mingi thought you were pretty by the way he began to act around you. both of you found it cute though, and yunho took it personally as a compliment.

a little over a week after yunho first proposed the idea, you had made a decision. you agreed to sleep with him. after talking to mingi and him agreeing to it as well, all that was needed was to pick a day. that’s how the three of you came to be inside your bedroom right now. this was going to be a saturday night that none of you would ever forget.

sitting in the corner of the room, yunho’s dark eyes are fixed on the sight of you and virgin!mingi just a few feet away from him. your lips wrap around mingi’s angry red, oozing tip and a low groan rips from his throat. he balls his fists into the sheets of bed as you bob your head up and down his length, your tongue grazing the thick veins of the underside while your hand twists around the remainder of his dick.

mingi pushes himself to sit up and watch you work your magic, leaning back on his forearms and focusing his eyes on you. he watches in awe at your hollowed cheeks around his cock struggling to take as much as your can of his girth as your saliva coats his entire length, giving him a wet, messy blowjob.

he’s captivated by your every movement and how you work him so well, it’s like you’re some kind of pro. the moment you look up at him through your lashes his breathing falters. your other hand slides down to fondle his balls and his hips are bucking up, forcing more of his dick further down your throat. thick moans spill out of his mouth and yunho sits satisfied in the corner, proud to watch his girlfriend’s skilled mouth pleasure his friend.

your tongue is circling the head of his dick one second, and the next you’re pulling off him and opening your mouth wide as your hands start to work around the entirety of his length now because you can tell he’s getting close. your pretty eyes give him a seductive look as you coax him to cum in your mouth and on your tongue.

a few more drags of your hand down his shaft and he’s spurting cum all over the muscular appendage, his chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath. you turn your head over to where yunho was sitting, wanting to show him that you caught it all, only to find him not there anymore. the drawer of the bedside table opens and yunho pulls out a condom before turning to you, catching the very last moment of you swallowing the other man’s sperm.

he steps over to you, his bulge just a few inches from your face as leans over and takes your face in his hand, kissing you to taste a little bit of leftover cum that lingers on your tastebuds as your tongues swirl against each other. “now let me see you ride him, princess.” he commands, whispering in your ear with a deep voice you recognize all too well, it’s one that comes out anytime he’s aroused. he hands you the condom and heads back over to the chair, palming himself over his tightened slacks with a dominant look in his eye as he stares at you intently.

the thin latex stretches around mingi’s dick and a few seconds later, you’re straddling his waist as you position yourself to take him inside you. mingi watches in the dim light of the room as your wet pussy sinks down onto him. another deep moan escapes his throat at the way your walls wrap around him so tightly and he can already tell he won’t last long the minute you start to move.

the sounds of your breathing merge together, your soft whines of pleasure mix with mingi’s much deeper, more guttural breaths as they dance with each other. if he hadn’t been so attentive, he would’ve sworn this was some kind of twisted, extremely lucid wet dream of his because how many guys can truthfully say they’ve been lucky enough to be in a position like this?

his eyes lazily roam over the pretty girl on top of him. a few of your curls have stuck to your forehead and your glossy lips are parted to let those pretty noises tumble out. his eyes take note of every curve, mole, freckle, or stretch mark that’s imprinted on your skin and it makes you appear even more flawless than you already are in his eyes. you're stunning, no doubt about it and to have such a beauty right in front of his eyes and to be his first makes his heart swell just as much as it makes his dick throb.

the way you touch your body as you look down at him through lidded eyes feels absolutely surreal. it’s not even been ten minutes since your warmth first sheathed him and you took his virginity, that he realizes he’ll be cumming again in no time. with the way your walls flutter around him and the weight of your body against his, and his best friend in the corner watching...

wait, what?

oh yeah, that’s right. he almost forgot yunho was over there. his eyes flicker over to him and immediately trail down to where his large hand strokes his dick as he watches with his head thrown back. mingi can’t bring himself to look away just yet, and yunho’s eyes suddenly meet his and he throws him a smirk, making mingi slightly flustered from being caught. “fuck...”

somehow that makes the situation get even hotter as the rush from the realization he’s being watched flows hot through his body. the heat pools in his stomach again as his second orgasm starts to come into sight.

his hands drift over your flesh tenderly as he gropes and massages your body, the feel of your skin underneath his palms sending him into a frenzy. jerking his hips up to meet yours in a perfect sync, he plunges his dick even deeper inside you as he whimpers pathetically underneath you. “ah–! i’m…i think ‘m–,” and mingi can’t even finish his sentence as he tethers on the edge, so desperately close to cumming.

a cute, slightly crooked front tooth peaks out from underneath his plush top lip as his mouth hangs open, heavy pants coming from his chest as the stimulation to his dick is about to tip him over the edge. you study mingi’s face as you’re on top of him and you can’t help but feel a little cocky that you’re the one that’s making this poor virgin feel so good. a theory pops into your head and you decide to test it out. your hand on his abdomen glides up further to his chest, and twists his nipple between your fingers, and that’s the final push.

that was all mingi needed and with a loud groan, he’s spilling his cum inside the condom. not long after mingi finishes, a breathy grunt comes from the other side of the room as white hot spurts of yunho’s seed lands on his hand and tank top.

both men take a moment longer to calm down than usual for entirely different reasons, but yunho recovers first and comes over to you and presses his lips to yours as you're kneeled on the bed next to mingi, no longer sitting on top of him. “you were wonderful, baby. thank you.”

you hum quietly and cross your arms. “yeah, i know i was,” the side of your lips curl into a faint arrogant smile. “but i didn’t cum, so how exactly are you going to make this up to me?”

yunho chuckles at your mock angry expression and kisses your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer as his fingers caress your skin. “oh, don’t worry, pretty girl. you’ll get to cum as many times as you want. i promise.” the two of you share a few more kisses before you feel mingi shift on the bed to throw the used condom in the trash.

a smug grin is plastered high upon yunho’s face as he moves closer to mingi and slaps his arm lightly. “better than you could’ve ever imagined, huh?” mingi laughs and makes a small sound in agreement before giving you a shy compliment along with a plethora of thank you’s as his eyes glance over at your naked form.

yunho’s eyes shimmer with mischief as he looks between the both of you. “so what do you say? you up for another round, a threesome?” he directs the question more so to mingi rather than you as he moves to a position where he can hold eye contact with you while bending over to whisper in mingi’s ear.

“and if you make her cum, i’ll even let you hit it raw, buddy.”

tagging <3 @cavities-and-carnations @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. ik it might sound crazy, but this is one work that i can honestly say i’m proud of and it might be one of my favorites. thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated!

[starberryhwa]

[sneak peek] eyes on you.

pairing: yandere! yunho x afab! reader.

genre: college au, yandere, strangers to... lovers??, eventual smut.

wc: tbc

tags: nsfw (18+) MDNI. stalking, obsession, perverted yunho (kinda reader too), non consensual photos, basically all the good ol' yandere stuff. mentions of a (small) injury, mentions of physical violence. masturbation, sort of mutual masturbation, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart etc.). explicit descriptions of wet dreams, somno but not really?. unprotected sex (not encouraged folks 👎🏼) switch sub leaning! yunho, switch dom leaning! reader, hair pulling, corruption kink, dacryphilia, teeny bit of knife play, inappropriate use of a belt, oral sex, spit, choking, body worship,, name calling (slut, whore, bitch etc).

tulip's notes: hihi back with a sneak peek of the intro of my 2nd fic! i've been wanting to write this for the longest time.. so please feel free to leave feedback/asks/reqs etc. i really appreciate it ᵔᴗᵔ and my dms are always open for anything!

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jeong yunho was a nobody.

he was pretty sure even his professors of the past couple years still hadn't noticed his presence in classes, let alone know his name.

and then there was you.

it was just another monday morning: you were (as always) rushing to class and yunho was (as always) struggling to carry a heavy stack of books from his umpteenth visit to the library this week. and without realising it, you two collided.

the sound of multiple thuds of books falling to the gravelly road and a tall figure bumping into you was startling, and even though you seemed to be in a hurry, yunho remembers you took the time to help him gather up all of the fallen books, loudly muttering "i'm so sorry" repeatedly. he noted how the fuzzy, oversized, sweater you'd worn had become untucked from the side of your flared jeans. how your nails were filed clean, prim and proper but your wrists adorned by numerous hair ties and bracelets that seemed to all be one big tangle.

"i'm so sorry once again, i wasn't looking" you said.

"it's alright, i clearly wasn't either so it's no problem'" yunho smiled.

"thank you for not losing your shit at me, most people around here would've...sorry, i didn't catch your name?" you questioned.

she wanted to know his name. no one wanted to before.

"yunho" he said with a tight-lipped smile. "and you?"

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you!" you brought your hand up to look at your watch. "shit, i've got to get to my class" "but see you around yunho!" and with a quick goodbye, you scurried off, not waiting for his reply.

but it didn't matter to him. because for the next week, all yunho could think of was your pretty smile, your kindness, and your angelic voice.

repeating his name over and over.

jeong yunho started to feel like a somebody.

[full fic coming very soon! tag-list open 🌱]

[asherthehimbo]

Fluffy

notes: idk guys I was bored, uhm mature themse ig? its just an intense make out so people under 15 DNI

pairing: Yunho x implied Chubby! fem! reader

You hated Yunho, absolutely hated him. You hated his handsome face, his god given smile, his hands that looked like they came straight out of your wet dreams. You hated the way he'd drape his jersey over you before a game in hopes you'd wear it, hated the way he'd follow after you like a lost puppy. You hated that you didn't truly hate him. It wasn't his fault, the whispers that followed him, the looks you were given for gaining his attention and despite how much you tried to stop him, your mind couldn't deny the fact that you desperately wanted him.

It's how you found yourself in this predicament in the first place, pushed up against the lockerroom door. Turns out being captain of the team has its perks, like the locked door behind you and the keys that were tossed to the floor along with his shirt a long time ago. Your mouth is bruised by now, your lips red and swollen and breathing labored and you know you need to stop but god you didn't want to. You tug at his hair, trying to remove his lips from yours and he whines, refusing at first but giving in when he eventually needed to breathe.

"Yunho you should- you should really go. We need to-" you try and breathe out, chest heavy as his hands hold your thighs, how he was strong enough to hold you this long you don't know but god it turns you on even more. "Go where?" he asks, his voice that low, breathless timbre that makes your thighs clench around his waist. "here?" his breath fans your neck as he bends his head down, lips tracing the line of your pulse, you let out a shudder as his teeth graze your skin. "or here?" he moves down, teeth nipping at your collarbone before placing a soft kiss over the small indent he left, his action causes you to let out a whimper and you can feel him smirk against your skin, "yeah? you wanted me here? why didn't you say it sooner fluffy?" you hated that nickname too, it would sound demeaning from anybody else but the way he says it makes you feel euphoric.

"stop-you need to stop calling me that" you're pleading at this point, you don't really want him to stop and he knows it, but you need to perserve atleast a little bit of your dignity. "why hm? you're so soft baby, like cream" his lips trail down your collarbone to the deep neckline of your skintight shirt, the one that you were insecure about and the same one that got you in this position in the first place. Your insecurities are the exact things that drive him mad and the knowledge of that makes your thighs tighten their grip around him because you can feel yourself getting weak and you don't want to fall, despite his large hands holding onto them. "Fuck Fluffy with your thighs around me like that you're gonna make me forget my own name" he breathes, removing his lips from your chest as he looks you in the eyes, one hand leaving your legs to hold your cheek, thumb tracing over your bottom lip. "You gonna help me remember it? can you say my name fluffy? can you scream it?"

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[fairyofjaeyun]

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relentlessly teasing jaehyun while he’s tied up

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trapping and pegging maid boy yangyang in the dryer (yes I’m back on this agenda)

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sunghoon putting a pink ribbon on it 🎀

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asking hyuka “who’s a good boy?” while you jerk him from behind ♡

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bang chan telling you he wants your strap deeper

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fingering jaehyun

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jeongin sitting on your strap

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edging and torturing mark’s poor cock

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yeosang eating you out under the desk while you read

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parking the car and giving hyunjin a ruined orgasm

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[whrfchnn]

에이티즈 ! ୨ KEEP IT JUICY JUICY, EAT THAT LUNCH .ᐟ

⭑ Ateez with a chubby girlfriend .ᐟ

Ateez x chubby!fem!reader (individually)

Warnings ! Not edited :( I fear I went a little overboard with the drabbles in seonghwa’s part + lil suggestive in hongjoong’s at the end also some ethel cain vibes with yunho but we love that. I’ve got a sweet drabble for each members which will be posted soon :3

Mona’s notes ! Something soft for my darlings, I hope you enjoy. 3462k words…whoops. Feedback is welcomed! I’m always looking to improve my writing so don’t be afraid to be straightforward. Reblogs are appreciated! You might like; losing my innocence in the backseat.

✦. ── kim hongjoong .ᐟ 김홍중

𖤐 Joong would 100% design clothing for you all on his own, he knows some brands are blind when it comes to size inclusivity and he hates seeing you go from super excited to self conscious when you finally get the chance to shop for clothes.

𖤐 He’ll spend hours sketching out ideas, finding the right fabrics knowing you’re sensitive to certain materials. Plus this way, he gets to include small meaningful things into his designs that only you two know about, like his initials.

𖤐 He’d constantly remind you that society’s standards are a scam, joong will make it his life mission to make you feel like the most beautiful gorgeous person in the room not only with his designs but with his actions and words of affirmations.

𖤐 I feel like his favourite feature of you would be your waist. When he brings you to a fashion event or anything, he loves wrapping his arms around you so he could slowly and gently rub the side of your tummy.

𖤐 I also feel like if you’re taller than him, he’d be so smitten.

𖤐 Literal stars in his eyes when he looks at you, adoring that soft smile on his face like, “wow…she’s really my girlfriend”.

𖤐 LIKE He loves looking up at you with that cheeky grin, resting his chin on your shoulder he be like, “And what about it?” to anyone who comments on the height difference, “She’s my goddess, of course she’s taller.”

𖤐 If you’re ever feeling down, he will pull out his camera and convince you to model for him. “Trust me, babe, you’re stunning,” he’ll say, positioning you under the best light and capturing candid moments of you laughing or simply existing. Later, he’ll compile all the photos into a little book, labeling it My Favorite Masterpiece.

𖤐 ALSO OMFG

𖤐 Istg he’d wear your initials, either on a charm bracelet, rings, or necklace. He’s wear your full name with zero hesitation or shame but you insisted on the initials for now because of his job sigh.

𖤐 Lil suggestive BUT have you seen those videos of woman doing self portraits with their body? Like sitting on the canvas butt naked with paint on them and going over it to enhance it?

𖤐 YEAH SO imagine gifting him something like that, the outline of your sweet ass and hints of your camel toe drove him up the wall. He hugged the canvas to his body when San tried to see just what was on it that sent joong into a frenzy.

✦. ── park seonghwa .ᐟ 박성화

𖤐 My love, when Seonghwa first saw you it was as if you picked him up by his neck and claimed him as yours.

𖤐 On day one my man was hooked and wanted nothing more than to show you what devotion is.

𖤐 He’s a foodie so he will ensure you eat your meals and snacks daily. I feel like he’d prepare you an over the top dish and write cute notes with it if he’s out and can’t eat with you.

𖤐 Expect self care nights, he loves to take care of you both and pamper you ranging from bubble baths and skincare routines. I’ve got a small drabble for both;

𖤐 Bubble baths !

⤷ The warm water lapped at the sides of the tub as you leaned back against Seonghwa, bubbles piling high around you. It was peaceful, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. Your eyes were half-closed when you felt the subtle shift of his arm behind you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, voice lazy with relaxation.

“Nothing,” he replied, though the playful lilt in his voice betrayed him.

A moment later, you felt it—bubbles being stacked atop your head, the slick slide of foam as he carefully shaped something.

“Seriously?” you laughed, sitting up slightly to catch his grin.

“Hold still,” he teased, leaning closer to perfect his work. His brows knit together in faux concentration, lips quirked up in amusement. “I’m almost done.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but let him continue, feeling the unmistakable shape of a shark fin forming. When he finally sat back to admire his creation, the pride on his face was impossible to ignore.

“There. Perfect,” he announced with a triumphant chuckle. “My very own bubble shark.”

You turned to face him, water sloshing gently as you scooped up a handful of foam. With a quick swipe, you smeared it across his nose and cheeks, earning a gasp of mock outrage.

“Now you’re next,” you said with a smirk.

𖤐 Skincare routine !

⤷ Seonghwa’s lap was warm beneath you, your knees resting on either side of his hips as you faced him. The faint glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting a golden hue over the array of skincare products spread out on the table beside you. The soft cotton of the Light Fury headband around your head kept your hair neatly away from your face, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Seonghwa’s matching Toothless one.

“One second Princess,” he murmured, voice low and soothing as he smoothed the face mask over your cheeks with gentle fingers. His brow furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out slightly as he carefully applied the cool, creamy mixture.

“You take this way too seriously,” you teased, though the fondness in your voice betrayed you.

“And you don’t take it seriously enough,” he countered, his lips quirking into a soft grin as he leaned back to admire his work. “There. Perfect.”

You smiled softly and but couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest as he reached for a towel to clean his hands. Before you could shift or move, his hands found their way to your waist, sliding slowly down to rest on your stomach.

The touch was light at first, his palms gliding up and down your sides, the warmth of his fingers seeping through your oversized shirt. Then he gave your tummy a soft, affectionate squeeze, his thumbs brushing over the gentle curves there.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice softer now, almost shy.

“Appreciating you,” he said simply, his gaze meeting yours with an honesty that made your breath catch. His hands continued their slow, loving exploration, his thumbs drawing lazy patterns as he squeezed you again, this time with a little more intention. “You’re so beautiful.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, trying to hide the way his words flustered you. “We’re supposed to be waiting for these masks to dry, not… whatever this is.”

“Waiting is boring,” he said with a sly smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your nose. “This is better.”

You sighed, feigning exasperation, but melted into his touch as his hands stayed firm and comforting on your body, grounding you in the moment. The quiet hum of music in the background mixed with the sound of your breathing, and for a while, the world outside didn’t exist.

✦. ── jeong yunho .ᐟ 정윤호

𖤐 Just carve out his heart and eat it please. Let him become one with you.

𖤐 He’s the kind of man who views his love as sacred, almost religious. To him, loving you feels like fulfilling a divine purpose. You are his universe, his North Star, and he orbits around you willingly.

𖤐 He adores your softness—physically, emotionally, spiritually.

𖤐 He’s constantly touching you, whether it’s tracing circles on your thighs, resting his head against your stomach while lying on the couch, or pressing kisses to your arms while you cook.

𖤐 I’m telling you right now, yunho isn’t shy about expressing his love. He tells you daily, in ways that range from poetic declarations—“You feel like the home I’ve been searching for my whole life”—to soft-spoken affirmations, whispered against your ear when you wake up.

𖤐 He loves seeing you confident, but he thrives on the quiet moments when you’re vulnerable, trusting him enough to show the parts of yourself you usually hide. To Yunho, those moments are where your beauty shines brightest.

𖤐 To me, he’s more so protective than possessive on occasions, always prioritizing your comfort and well-being.

𖤐 Anyone who even tries to make a comment about your body in a negative way will be met with that cold, cutting stare. Yum.

𖤐 He wants to become one with you—not just physically but spiritually. He dreams of the day he can say, “This is the life we’ve built together.”

✦. ── kang yeosang .ᐟ 강여상

𖤐 Yeo-yeo is more of a subtle admirer, he is quiet about his affection but his actions speak volumes.

𖤐 He’d casually drape his jacket over your shoulder, pull you closer with an arm secure around your waist, and compliment you in ways that make your heart flutter.

𖤐 His eyes OMFG, he talks with his eyes. If you were out with friends having dinner or something and see him looking at you, you can easily interpret what he’s saying, “You look beautiful” or “Come here, I want to hold you.”

𖤐 He’s your personal photographer, and not those who stand in one place and take a picture no, he will do whatever to get the perfect shot. If he has to get on his knees or raise his arms while already standing on an elevated platform, he will.

𖤐 He loves capturing candid pictures of you. Whether it’s your soft smile, your laughter, or just the way you look at him, he treasures every photo. And when you criticize yourself in photos, he’ll firmly say, “What are you talking about? You look incredible, don’t you ever disrespect my girlfriend like that.”

𖤐 Also 🥹

𖤐 Yeosang remembers everything you tell him, no matter how insignificant you think it is. Months later, he’ll bring up that obscure snack you mentioned liking as a kid or a book you said you wanted to read, often surprising you with it. “You said you wanted this, right?” he’ll say casually, like it’s no big deal, even though you’re stunned he remembered.

𖤐 If you have a unique fashion sense, he doesn’t just hype it up, he matches your energy. He’ll subtly coordinate his outfits with yours, ensuring you both look like you stepped out of a fashion editorial without stealing your thunder TEHE.

𖤐 This made me cry but

𖤐 If you ever feel down or insecure, Yeosang’s words are like a balm. He’ll remind you of your strengths and beauty without hesitation, often framing his encouragement as a matter of fact. “You’re incredible. Anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve to know you.”

𖤐 While he’s fine with going out, his ideal date is staying in, curled up with you under a blanket while you watch a movie or talk for hours. He loves the intimacy of those quiet moments where it feels like the world is just the two of you.

✦. ── choi san .ᐟ 최산

𖤐 AGH I LOVE THIS MAN.

𖤐 He will NEVER miss an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. He’s the type to bombard you with compliments like, “You’re so cute” or “You’re so sexy,” often in the same breath.

𖤐 SAURRR MUCH PDA

𖤐 And he’s unapologetic about being affectionate in public. Whether it’s holding your hand, a thumb stroking your knuckles, full-on bear hugs, wrapping his arm around your waist, or outright kissing you in front of others, San LOVES showing the world how proud he is to have you.

𖤐 He loves wrapping his big arms around you from behind and holding your tummy in his hands, he’d sway you side to side just chilling on you like a koala. If you try to move, he’ll groan and pull you closer, mumbling with a pout, “nope, you’re stuck with me now.”

𖤐 I feel like he’d definitely tease you, he’ll poke your cheeks or pinch your sides and call you adorable, but he never crosses the line.

𖤐 How to keep it playful and always follows up with a sincere, “I love every part of you.”

𖤐 I also feel like if he ever found out he made you cry after teasing you, he’ll dig his own grave. he’d do everything in his power to make it up to you, but he’ll never be able to forgive himself or get rid of that ache in his heart :((

𖤐 If you jokingly ask him something like “can you even lift my weight?” he’ll bench you right there and then, no need to go to the gym to show you.

𖤐 He’s your biggest fan in everything you do. Whether it’s a hobby, work, or even just picking out an outfit, he’ll hype you up like you’re the greatest in the world. “That’s my girl!” he’ll shout playfully, clapping dramatically, making you laugh and blush at the same time.

𖤐 Yk despite his playful nature, San has a deeply emotional and nurturing side. On tough days, he’ll hold you close, stroking your hair and whispering affirmations. “You’re everything to me, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.” His voice is calm and steady, grounding you in the warmth of his love.

𖤐 If you jokingly ask him something like “can you even lift my weight?” he’ll bench you right there and then, no need to go to the gym to show you.

⤷ “San, I don’t think you can lift me,” you teased, a mischievous grin playing on your lips.

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide with mock offense. “Oh, really? Is that a challenge?”

Before you could respond, he was on his feet, grabbing your hands and pulling you up with him. “San, no!” you squealed, laughing as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Too late,” he said with a playful smirk, easily hoisting you up bridal-style. “See? Light as a feather.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, your arms looping around his neck as he spun you around. “Okay, okay, I believe you!”

He set you down gently but didn’t let go, his arms still secure around your waist. Leaning in, he kissed your forehead softly. “Never doubt me again,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes were filled with nothing but love.

𖤐 He’s so serious about you I can’t even type I’m blushing so hard bye.

✦. ── song mingi .ᐟ 송민기

𖤐 GIVE HIM A CHUBBY BADDIE AND HE WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO HE’S THAT WHIPPED.

𖤐 Like he’s already smitten, but if you dress up or put in any effort, Mingi is left absolutely speechless, stammering out compliments like, “You… you’re literally the hottest person alive.”

𖤐 He LOVES cuddles and is all about physical affection. He’ll wrap himself around you like a blanket and tell you how soft and cozy you are, he loves pressing his cheek against yours and resting his hands on either your lower back or love handles, being close to you is his happy place, and he’ll never pass up a chance to cuddle.

𖤐 NUMBER ONE HYPE KING.

𖤐 He’ll randomly yell things like, “THAT’S MY BABY!” if you’re walking by him or just doing anything that makes you look confident.

𖤐 He loves boosting your self-esteem in the loudest, most Mingi way possible.

𖤐 I feel like you guys would have this little playful thing where he pretends he doesn’t know you and when walking past you he double takes, turning his body around to check out the bunda with them elevator eyes. He’d jog up to you and ask if you’ve got a boyfriend, also throwing in ‘mami’ mhm idc I said what I said.

𖤐 OOO he’d definitely bling you out so you’re matching. If he’s wearing a chain, you’re wearing a chain. If he got them rings on, so do you.

✦. ── jung wooyoung .ᐟ 정우영

𖤐 Woo is all about showing you off yessirrr.

𖤐 He’ll post pictures of you together on his social media with captions like, “My Queen 🤗” making sure everyone knows he’s proud of you. He’ll talk about you to his friends, constantly raving about how lucky he is. “Have you met her? She’s amazing,” he’ll brag to anyone who will listen — actually that doesn’t matter, he will make them listen.

𖤐 He loves cooking for you, especially if it means seeing you enjoy food without guilt or self-consciousness. “Food is meant to be enjoyed, babe,” he’ll say, feeding you bites of whatever he’s made. He’s adamant on making sure to remind you that there’s no need to feel guilty for indulging.

𖤐 OML ON THAT NOTE he’ll definitely spoon feed you, making sure it's not too hot by blowing on it and checking the temperature with his lips before feeding you (yk where this came from mhm)

𖤐 He’s always got your back and will defend you no matter what, wooyoung has zero tolerance for body shaming. If anyone makes a rude comment, he’ll roast them into oblivion and then reassure you and make sure their stupid comments don't get to you.

𖤐 Wooyoung is extremely protective of you, especially when it comes to anything that could affect your confidence or self-image.

𖤐 If anyone dares to make rude or body-shaming comments, he won’t hesitate to speak up. He’ll roast them in oblivion and make sure they know exactly where they stand. Afterward, he’ll be there for you, reassuring you and reminding you how beautiful you are, inside and out. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re perfect, babe, and I love you

𖤐 He’s the type to always want to be physically close to you. Whether it’s holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder, or wrapping his arm around you while watching a movie, he just loves being near you.

𖤐 He’ll even sneak up behind you for surprise hugs or kisses, just to make sure you know you’re loved. “I just want to hold you,” he’ll say, snuggling up to you on the couch or in bed.

✦. ── choi jongho .ᐟ 최종호

𖤐 Baby bear 🥹

𖤐 Jongho’s love isn’t loud or showy, but it’s steady and unwavering. He’s the type to show his devotion through actions rather than words.

𖤐 Whether it’s making sure you’re comfortable or going out of his way to do something thoughtful for you, he always lets you know that you’re a priority in his life without needing to shout it from the rooftops.

𖤐 Jongii is so incredible observant when it comes to you. He’ll remember your favorite foods, the things that make you laugh, and the small gestures that bring you joy.

𖤐 If you’re feeling a little off, he’ll notice it before you even mention it and do something to make you feel better, whether it’s bringing you a hot drink or quietly holding your hand. “I noticed you were quiet today,” he’ll say, his voice soft but concerned. “Is everything okay?”

𖤐 Jongho loves showing off his strength, but he’s soft with you. feeling down about your body, he’ll remind you of all the ways you’re amazing, saying things like, “Your body is strong and beautiful, just like you.”

𖤐 Jongho is a quiet romantic, and nothing says “I love you” to him more than sharing his music with you. He’ll often hum or sing softly when you’re together, his voice like a lullaby that wraps around you.

𖤐 Sometimes, he’ll even make up little songs just for you, serenading you in the most tender way. “You make me feel so lucky,” he might sing, smiling at you as you relax by his side. His voice is comforting, and hearing him sing just for you feels like a gentle, loving embrace.

𖤐 Jongho doesn’t need grand displays of affection to show you he cares; it’s in the little things. He’s the type to send you thoughtful texts during the day, reminding you to take care of yourself. If you’re feeling tired, he’ll offer to take on a chore for you, or if you’re out together, he’ll carry your bags without a second thought. His gestures might be small, but they’re full of meaning, and they’re his way of saying, “I love you and I’m here for you.”

𖤐 Honestly? When Jongho loves you, he loves you deeply. He’s not the type to fall in love lightly, and once he’s in, he’s all in. You’ll find him sharing little details about his life, his hopes, and dreams, trusting you with the parts of him he usually keeps hidden. “I’ve never been able to open up like this before,” he’ll admit, his voice sincere. “But with you… it feels easy.”

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ATEEZ Relationship Stages | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader (you)

Synopsis: When you first meet, First kiss, First date, First kiss, First 'I love you.', Getting engaged, Wedding, Children.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,793

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WHEN YOU FIRST MET:

As you leave the park, your 12-week-old puppy, Da-Som, decided she has other plans. She manages to get herself out of your grasp and makes a beeline towards the idol group that’s taking a break from filming in the park. Thanks to your little sister, you figured out why they looked familiar and made a mental note to tell her about it. Not that she would believe you and would accuse you of making fun of her. 

“Da-Som!” you call after her as you chase after her, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

One of the taller men, heard you shouting for the puppy and crouched down as the puppy ran straight to him. The puppy excitedly shakes her tale as the tall man gives her pets and scratches. 

“I am so sorry!” you quickly apologise as you reach them, cheeks still red and slightly out of breath. “I don’t know how she managed to get herself off her leash.” 

“It’s okay,” the man assures her as he picks up the puppy, with a smile. “she’s cute.” 

“She is when she’s not being a menace,” you say with a laugh. You thank him as he hands the puppy back to you.  

“What’s her name?” he asks scratching Da-Som's head. 

“Da-Som,” you reply. You’d gone through many names for the puppy before deciding on the one that means love because that’s what you felt when you first laid eyes on her. You’d fallen head over heels for the young puppy. 

“Love,” He smiles. “And her eomma’s name?” he asks causing your cheeks to redden for a a whole new reason now. 

“Y/N,” you shyly tell him. “Any yours?” you ask. Just because you know who the group is, doesn’t mean you knew who they were individually 

He smiles, “Yunho.” 

FIRST DATE:

Three months after you first met, you had your first date.  

After meeting in the park, it had taken Yunho, with Wooyoung and Seonghwa's help, a week to find you. He'd scoured all the social media platforms to find that you had an Instagram that looked like you didn't post often on. If it was for the photo of you and your new puppy that you posted when she was 6 weeks old, he wouldn't have known it was you. Taking a chance, he DMed you. Doubt crept in when you hadn't replied in three days. But that doubt was soon replaced with excitement when you replied to him on the fourth day. They quickly swapped numbers once he convinced you that he was really who he said he was. From that day on you didn't go a day without talking in some way.  

You first date wasn't anything extravagant. You'd both been busy with work. Him with his up-and-coming comeback and you with your own work so when you had a free weekend, you asked if he was free and would like to go with you and Da-Som to the park. Fortunately, he was free that weekend and agreed to meet you there at 10am. 

By the time you'd gotten to the park on that Saturday morning, he was already there waiting for you with a small bouquet of flowers and two bags filled with food for him and you and treats and toys for Da-Som. He greeted you with a hug. 

For the next few hours, you played with Da-Som, ate food and talked, getting to know each other even more as you talked about stuff that was better said in person.  

As you go to part ways, Yunho asked if you would class this time together as a first date. He also expressed how much he enjoyed spending time with you and how he felt a strong connection between the two of you. You feel the same way and realize that this could be the start of something special. You agreed that it was your first date, and it was the best first date you’ve ever been on. 

FIRST KISS:

Your first kiss happened on his birthday. Five weeks ago, after a handful of dates, he asked you to be his partner. Both of you had been so nervous about it. You'd been questioning if he was ever going to kiss you. He was questioning how and when to do it. He was also worried he would somehow screw it up, causing you to bump heads or fumble it some other way. He wanted your first kiss to be perfect. 

When your first kiss finally happened, it was beyond perfect. You'd been walking along the river, after having dinner with his family and the rest of the guys. Yunho wanted to spend a sometime with you, just the two of you. He'd been the one to suggest a walk along the river. 

After fifteen minutes of walking and talking about anything and everything, you stopped at a little seating area but didn't sit down. You stood side by side with no space between you. 

"Thank you for coming to my birthday celebration," he smiles, looking down at you. 

You look at him, returning his smile. "Thank you for inviting me. I wouldn't have missed it."  

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. It's something you've gotten use to since you started dating. 

"You missed," you tell him. 

He continues to smile as he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

"Missed again," you say hoping he would get the hint that you want him to kiss you somewhere else. 

His chuckle carries a hint of nervousness as he gazes into your eyes and then glances at your lips. After a moment of hesitation, he leans in closer.  

Finally, his lips gently touch yours in a soft kiss.  

In that moment, it feels like time stands still, and any apprehension you both had melts away. It surpasses all your expectations and leaves you wanting more.  

As you part, both of you wearing matching smiles, you can't help but acknowledge that this first kiss was beyond perfect. 

FIRST 'I LOVE YOU':

Yunho had been the first to say 'I love you'. 

He surprised himself and you when he had said it after you and him had won a game of the video game you were playing with him, Jongho and Wooyoung. It wasn't exactly how he had envisioned expressing his feelings for you.  

He had grand plans for a romantic gesture and had even started preparing for. Mingi lent a helping hand by showing him how to cook your favourite meal. He had told the guys not to make any plans with him over the weekend and had a special necklace with both of your initials hidden in his dresser drawer. 

However, when those words slipped so casually after the win, a mix of shock and disappointment filled him. It seemed like such an ordinary way to say 'I love you', considering the effort he had put into planning something that would be meaningful. 

The disappointment soon disappeared when you kissed him and told him you love him too. The smile large smile he wore after you said it back, couldn't be wiped from his face, even when you lost the next three games. 

GETTING ENGAGED:

Yunho decided to make his proposal extra special by involving Da-Som, the reason the two of you met.  

As you enjoy a lovely day at the park, having a picnic, Yunho plays a game of fetch with Da-Som. Suddenly, your two-year-old golden retriever daughter excitedly bounds towards you. While petting her, you're surprised to find a beautifully intricately designed ring attached to her collar. You let out a gasp as you untie the ring and hold it in your hand. In that magical moment, Yunho kneels down in front of you, and takes the ring from your fingers. 

"Will you marry me?" Yunho's voice is filled with love and anticipation as he looks into your eyes, his heart racing with nervous excitement.  

 Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you become overwhelmed with emotion. You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak the word yes.

Yunho's face breaks into a wide grin as he slips the ring onto your finger, sealing your love and commitment to each other. The park around you seems to fade away as he pulls you in for a kiss and hugs you tight.

Da-Som, not wanting to be left out, wiggles her way in between the two of you to join in the celebration. 

WEDDING:

Your and Yunho’s wedding followed more of a modern Korean wedding. You were dressed in a beautiful ivory dress that had been crafted by your seamstress mother. Yunho wore a black suit with a blue tie that matched the blue roses in your rose and baby's breath bouquet. The venue was decorated with traditional Korean decorations, adding a touch of cultural flair to the modern setting.  

The ceremony was conducted with some traditional Korean wedding customs incorporated throughout. Guests were treated to delicious Korean food catered by yours and Yunho's favourite restaurant. The wedding cake was a stunning creation, adorned with intricate designs and topped with a pair of lovebirds. 

 As the night went on, guests enjoyed all kinds of music catered to all age groups. Photos were taken and Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ even preformed a song or two. 

 Overall, your wedding with Yunho was a beautiful blend of modern elegance and traditional Korean customs, creating a truly unforgettable celebration of love. 

Your honeymoon was just as beautiful as your wedding.

CHILDREN:

Your first son came two years after you got married. You and Yunho had made the decision to wait a couple years before having your first child. You’d had a couple pregnancy scares in between your wedding and when you got pregnant with Ye-Jun. He was born early hours of a Saturday morning, with no complications. He weighed a little over 7lbs. He came a week before his due date.  

Yunho is an amazing father and took his role very seriously. He dotted on his little boy every hour of every day, even when he wasn’t physically with him. Every time he went away, he came back with more than one bag filled with gifts and promises that one day he would take Ye-Jun to all the places in the world he’s been too.  

When your little girl arrived 18 months later, Yunho’s protective mode, went even higher. He dotted on her just as much as he did with Ye-Jun. He made all the same promises to Hyun-Ae that he did Ye-Jun. As she got older, Yunho made sure she knew her worth and what she deserves.  

Da-Som also loved her younger siblings and protected them until her death 10 years after Ye-Jun was born. 

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Hongjoong-

As soon as you step into the apartment, Hongjoong's hands are on you, pulling you into a rough kiss. "Joongie," you whisper, and he growls, spinning you around to face the wall. He ties your wrists behind your back, his fingers brushing against your ass. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he whispers, "You've been a bad girl, teasing me like that."

You think back to the dinner with your parents, and how you couldn't stop teasing Hongjoong, your mind wandering to all the dirty things you wanted to do to him. You had touched him under the table, and now you're paying the price. Hongjoong's hands are everywhere, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass as he ties your hands behind your back, his lips biting down on your neck.

He fucks you hard, his strokes deep and relentless. You cum again and again, your body shuddering with pleasure. Hongjoong's cock is like a piston, driving into you with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless. You try to scream, but your voice is muffled by the wall, and all that comes out is a series of ragged gasps.

"Can't stop, baby," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to love it." He pounds into you, his cock throbbing, and you feel yourself cumming again, your vision blurring. Hongjoong's voice is a distant hum, "That's it, baby, cum for Daddy... cum for me baby..." He's tames you like the brat you are, pushing you to your limits and beyond, and you can't help but surrender to his dominance.

As you cum for what feels like the hundredth time, Hongjoong finally slows down, his strokes becoming shallower and more gentle. He pulls out of you, his cock still throbbing, and turns you around to face him. You're a mess, your hair disheveled and your eyes glazed over with pleasure. Hongjoong smiles, his eyes soft with affection, and pulls you into a gentle kiss. "Good girl," he whispers, his voice full of pride. "You took it all, didn't you?"

Seonghwa-

You're trembling with anticipation as Seonghwa's hands pin yours behind your back. "Daddy's going to take care of you tonight, baby, and your going to learn your lesson. When daddy tells you to do something, you do it," he whispers, his voice low and husky. His fingers squeeze your breasts, making you gasp, and then slide down to your pussy. You're already dripping wet, and Seonghwa's eyes light up with excitement as he feels your juices coating his fingers.

He thrusts his fingers into you, pumping them in and out, and then replaces them with his cock. He fucks you hard and deep, making you cry out with pleasure. His grip on your wrists tightens as he pounds into you, his strokes getting faster and more intense. You're overwhelmed, your senses reeling from the sensation of his cock slamming into you.

Seonghwa teases you, slowing down and then speeding up again, making you beg for more. "Not yet, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Daddy's not done with you yet." He flips you over and now you’re on all fours, as he somehow fucks you harder and deeper than he already was. He edges you again and again, bringing you to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back, making you whimper and beg. Finally, he lets you come, and you scream, your body shuddering with pleasure as he pounds into you one last time, filling you with his cum. As it drips out of you, he fingers it back into you hard. You’re too fucked out to speak, so you settle for loud moans. You cum even harder this time if that’s even possible.

As you catch your breath, Seonghwa pulls his fingers out and turns you back on your back. You look up at him, your eyes shining with adoration, and he smiles, his eyes soft with affection. "Good girl," he whispers, pulling you into his arms. "Daddy's so proud of you."

Yunho-

Yunho sends you an urgent text, "Go to the bathroom, y/n”. You get up, trying not to draw attention to yourself at the lovely dinner your parents set up for you, and make your way to the bathroom. As you lock the door, you get another text from Yunho, "Play with your pussy, baby. I'm coming for you."

You start to touch yourself, your fingers slipping into your wetness. Just as you're getting into it, the door opens, and Yunho is behind you, his eyes blazing with desire. He bends you over the sink, his hand coming down on your pussy in three sharp slaps. You gasp, but he's not done, his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, making you scream.

"Yunny!" you cry out, but he's not having it, his long, thick fingers gagging your mouth, silencing your cries. He starts to fuck you, his cock slamming into you, making you feel like you're going to shatter into a million pieces. He’s taming you, taking control, making you his.

As he pounds into you, his fingers still rubbing your clit, you feel yourself cumming, hard, your body shuddering, your mind blanking. Yunho's voice is in your ear, "That's it, baby, cum for me. You're mine, and don't you forget it. I hope you learned your lesson."

Yeosang-

As soon as you're inside, Yeosang scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, dropping you onto the bed. "What's going on, Sangie?" you ask, but he just smiles, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I told you what would happen when we got home, didn't I? You've been a bad girl, and now it's time to pay the price." His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

He pulls out a lock box from the closet and reveals a pair of expensive handcuffs, which he uses to cuff your hands above your head. You feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a little fear as he restrains you, rendering you helpless. Your dress is ripped off, exposing your white laced panties, and Yeosang's eyes light up with desire. He kisses your pussy through the fabric, his mouth gentle but insistent.

Then, he rips off your panties, and his mouth is on your bare skin, devouring you like he's starving. His tongue licks and sucks, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You come once, and then again, but he doesn't stop, his mouth relentless in its pursuit of your pleasure. You're moaning and writhing, your hands straining against the handcuffs as you try to touch him, but he's in control, and you're at his mercy.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he starts to fuck you, his cock slamming into you so deep that you squirt multiple times. The sensation is overwhelming, and you're crying out, screaming that it’s too much, but he just keeps going, his hips pounding against yours. Yeosang's voice is husky with approval, "Good girl, you're squirting for me. Next time, remember not to test my patience." He's pushing you to your limits and beyond, and you're not sure if you can handle it, but you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being under his control.

As he continues to fuck you, you feel yourself becoming more and more submissive, your body responding to his touch, your mind surrendering to his will. You're his, and he's making sure you know it. Finally, he slows down, his cock still buried deep inside you, and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You're a good girl, y/n," he whispers, his eyes still burning with intensity. "Remember that, and we'll get along just fine."

San-

As soon as you're home, San grabs you and takes you to the bedroom, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and frustration. "You've been so bad today, teasing me at dinner with your parents," he says, his voice low and husky. "You know what I'm capable of, so why get yourself in trouble?" He begins to undress you, his hands rough and insistent, stripping away your clothes and leaving you exposed.

You try to play innocent, "I don't know what you mean, Sannie," but he just chuckles sinisterly and kisses you hot and heavy, his lips crushing against yours. He lays you down and trails his fingers down your body, making your pussy feel wet and sticky. When he reaches your pussy, he gives it a harsh slap, and you moan in response, from the pain and pleasure mixing together.

San begins to eat you out roughly, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull away, leaving you frustrated and desperate. "Why, Sannie?" you beg, but he just says "you're not allowed to cum, you've been a bad girl. You need to learn to behave." He continues to tease you, his mouth and fingers working together to drive you crazy.

Finally, he starts to fuck you, hard and fast, his cock pounding into you with a fierce intensity. You're crying out, screaming his name, begging to cum, but he just keeps going, his hips slamming against yours. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he says "okay, princess, you can cum, but next time, don't fuck with me. You know what happens when you tease me, and I always get what I want." With that, he lets you cum, and you explode around him, your body shaking with pleasure.

Mingi-

When you and Mingi got home from dinner with your parents, you were feeling extremely horny, and you had been teasing him all throughout dinner, flirting and playfully touching him. He had warned you that you would be punished, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and frustration. Now that you're home, you're making advances towards him, trying to get his attention, but he's ignoring you, pretending to be busy.

You ask him why he's not responding to your flirtations, and he says "do you see how it feels?" implying that you're getting a taste of your own medicine. You had been teasing him all night, and now he's turning the tables on you. You apologize, but Mingi is unforgiving. He decides to give you what you want, but on his terms.

He strips you naked, kisses you hard, and teases your nipples, his fingers tracing circles around them. He kisses your neck, just the way you like it, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. But then, he walks away with a smirk, leaving you begging and pleading for more. You're desperate for his touch, but he's making you wait.

Finally, he gives in, putting you on all fours and fucking you long and deep, making you come over and over again. You're overstimulated and exhausted, but Mingi doesn't care - he's punishing you for disobeying him. You switch positions, and you start riding him, but you're too tired, so he takes over, fucking you hard and fast. You come again, squirting and shaking with pleasure, and he comes inside you. After it's all over, you apologize for being a bad girl, and Mingi says "sweetheart, it's okay, but this is just the beginning."

Wooyoung-

As you and Wooyoung walked hand in hand to the bedroom, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and intimacy. You had planned to undress and shower together, but little did you know that Wooyoung had other plans. Out of nowhere, he asked if you remembered teasing him at dinner, and you looked at him in shock, having forgotten all about it. But Wooyoung's eyes told a different story. They were blazing with a fierce intensity, and you could tell he meant business.

He told you to get on your knees, and you obeyed, feeling a mix of trepidation and arousal. Wooyoung's smirk said it all. "Oh, now you wanna do as you're told?" He proceeded to push his entire cock down your throat, and you felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. It was a mouthful, and it barely fit, but Wooyoung made it work, fucking your mouth with a ferocity that left you breathless.

You couldn't deny that you were turned on by this side of Wooyoung, but you knew you were in trouble and wouldn't get your way. So, you surrendered, letting him do whatever he wanted. He fucked his load down your throat, and you swallowed all of it, feeling a sense of submission wash over you. Wooyoung checked your mouth to make sure, his eyes gleaming with a sense of satisfaction.

But he wasn't done yet. He motioned you up and bent you over, giving you the roughest and deepest backshots he had ever given you. You screamed out loudly, moaning his name from the pleasure and the pain. It felt heavenly, and you were torn between the two sensations. Wooyoung started to rub harsh circles on your clit as he fucked you, and just as you were about to cum, he pulled out with a sinister smile.

You looked fucked out, but you hadn't cum yet. Wooyoung turned you around, grabbed your neck, and kissed you roughly, his lips crushing yours. In between kisses, he said, "next time, do what I tell you to do, and we won't have a problem." His words sent a shiver down your spine. He started to finger you, with your leg above his shoulder, and you squirted and shook with pleasure, finally reaching the climax you had been craving.

Jongho-

As you and Jongho walked into the house, you felt a sense of anticipation. He had already started to undress, his jacket off, shirt unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up, revealing his toned arms. The fire in his eyes was unmistakable, and you knew exactly what to do. You quickly stripped off your clothes, following him to the bedroom.

You found yourself in a 69 position, sitting on Jongho's face. He asked if you were ready, and you replied, "Ready for what, daddy?" His response was a harsh slap on your ass, making you moan out and arch your back. Your arousal flooded out of you, and you knew you were in for a wild ride. Jongho's tongue began to explore your folds, and you felt your pleasure building up.

Jongho asked if you were ready to apologize, and you replied, "But daddy, I didn't do anything." His response was another slap, and another, alternating between your ass and your pussy. You were told to start sucking his cock, and as you did, he began fingering you. The sensations were overwhelming, and you struggled to continue sucking. But then, you came apart, your orgasm hitting you hard as Jongho's tongue and fingers worked their magic.

Jongho pulled out a vibrator and attached it to your clit, and it was almost too much to bear. You began to squirt, and Jongho spanked you again, bringing you back to your senses. He asked if you were sorry, and you replied, "Yes, daddy, I'm so sorry." But he didn't believe you, and he picked you up, putting you in doggy position. He started pounding your insides with his cock, and you felt your stomach tightening. You came apart on his cock as he released his load into you.

Afterward, Jongho laid you down and gave you a passionate and loving kiss. He asked once again if you were sorry, and you shook your head yes. He told you to use your words, and you said, "I'm sorry, daddy." He smiled and said, "It's okay, princess." You felt a sense of relief and satisfaction, knowing that you had pleased Jongho and that he had forgiven you. You snuggled into his arms, feeling safe and loved, and drifted off to sleep, exhausted but happy.

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slowly, i'm going down

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

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mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

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Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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lazy love💤💘

bf!yunho x gf!reader

There were days when neither of you had the energy for anything big, but that didn’t mean you didn’t crave each other’s presence. Tonight was one of those nights. Too drained from school or work, you both collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion settling into your bones.

Yunho’s arm snaked around your waist, his warmth familiar, but you let out a tired hum of disapproval.

“Not tonight, baby,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped immediately, reading the fatigue in your eyes. Instead of pulling away, he gazed at you with soft, pleading eyes.

“Can I still be close to you?”

A small nod was all the permission he needed. Without hesitation, he scooted closer, his body now aligned with yours. His presence was comforting, steady.

Then, gently, he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or full of fire—just a quiet, unspoken reminder of his love.

Suddenly, his hand moved, slipping in between your legs. 

 “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with care.

You gave a small nod, barely lifting your heavy eyelids.

His fingertips traced gentle patterns over your clothed pussy—not with any intention beyond comfort, just a quiet attempt to ease the tension from your body. And it was working.

Your muscles gradually loosened, the last remnants of exhaustion slipping away as you sank deeper into the mattress. Eyes still closed, you let yourself melt into his touch, feeling safe, feeling loved.

He pressed a little harder on your clit, and a soft gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Yunho immediately stilled. “Shh… I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet concern.

His touch shifted, now cupping your pussy with gentle hands instead. His thumb brushed over the top of your pussy in slow, soothing strokes, grounding you in his warmth. No rush, no expectations—just him, making sure you were okay.

Yunho leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your lips—slow, unhurried. 

His lips moved against yours with the same tenderness as his touch, neither rushed nor demanding. Just a quiet reassurance, a gentle reminder that he was there, that he loved you.

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ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ✧ NASTY ｡ ｡ ｡

talking back never did any favors, did it? now seonghwa will have to shut you up in some other way.

this fanfiction is part of my birthday event.

pairing: mean dom!seonghwa x sub!reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI!!!! finger sucking, p in v, dacryphilia, mean seonghwa, choking, name calling (slut, brat, good girl), raw sex (don't do it!!!), pull out method, aftercare!!!!

notes: shoutout to the birthday bitch! (me) (my birthday was yesterday and i forgot to post)

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drool oozed down your chin as seonghwa thrusted his fingers in your mouth, piercing you with his intense gaze. his platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead in sweat, his throbbing length shoved inside you for the past minutes barely moving as a punishment for talking back on him. he had to teach you how to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.

“don't have much to say now, do you, slut?” he mocked, watching as you sucked on his fingers like your life depended on it, “talking back like that, did i not discipline you properly?”

you whimpered, a moan slipping past your lips as he pulled his fingers away with a low ’pop!’ echoing in the room. his hand slid down to your throat, squeezing it in a way that had you rolling your eyes back. his hips met yours in a forceful thrust, a gasp turning into a moan, then a yelp, then a cry, with seonghwa pouncing on you like a fucking predator.

the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shrieks and moans, everything so deeply obscene that it made you forget how you had to work tomorrow. your whole body pulsed and shivered, your breath becoming ragged and shallow, eyes about to flutter close. you were about to come, and seonghwa knew it. his free hand came to rub and flick on your clit, making your body writh and arch underneath him.

“you gonna cum for me?” seonghwa growled, smirking in your direction, “you gonna cum for me, you fucking brat?”

you nodded furiously, blushing and sobbing as he squeezed your throat a bit more. and it was the lack of air, the lack of breath that brought you to your high, hands coming to grasp on his wrist as you drowned in that wave of pleasure. seonghwa didn’t stop once, riding out your pleasure with his thrusts and his own release, pulling out just to stroke himself a few times and let his cum fall in thick ropes on the soft, sweaty skin of your belly.

he let go of your throat, the imprint of his fingers slightly marking your skin beautifully. collapsing by your side, he was quick to scoop you on his arms, kissing your teary eyes and stained cheeks as he cooed the soft lingering sobs that left you.

“good girl. don’t want you ever disobeying again, yeah? you promise?” hwa mumbled against your skin, kissing and soothing his handprint on your neck. you nodded in a shallow promise, both knowing how you’d break it as soon as you saw the opportunity.

“good. now let’s get you a shower, hm?”

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